#snippet from bad decisions chapter 2

[ladynoiresque]

“For a supervillain who hates me”, Ladybug smiled as she got up, “you’re an awful flirt.”

“And for a supposed superheroine”, Chat answered, “you’re an awful person.”

[sapphosclosefriend]

- Money, Power, Glory pt 2 -

Pairing: CEO! Silverfox! Natasha Romanoff x Escort! Fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: your first time at the Romanoff household starts off more than well. Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: top! Natasha x bottom! R, Natasha has a penis, big age gap (N=56, R=24), very brief drinking (N), making out, SMUT, dry humping, face riding, 69ing, tit fucking, brief cum eating (R).

A/N: this story contains smut so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. Sorry for the longest wait ever, chapter 3 should be basically ready to go, so I'll dedicate myself to writing the Christmas special in the meantime! Thanks so much to @supercorpdanbeau and @rt--link for being so amazing 💕 As usual, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! Enjoy ♡

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You tried so hard to keep your wandering eyes from selfishly focusing on her hands as she poured herself a glass of whiskey by the small corner bar in her living room, but you just couldn't help but appreciate the beautiful sight in front of you. You could see the tension in her casual standing as she finished making herself a drink, before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to you, too far away for your bodies to touch but close enough to suggest her intent to make it happen. You couldn't keep your lips from slightly curling up at her eyes, behind the glass of expensive liquor, constantly moving, not as sneakily as she thought, to the small snippet of thighs that was being revealed by your dress naturally riding up a bit thanks to your crossed legs.

She thought she was going to be stronger than that, stronger than most, yet there she was, with a tent already starting to form in her pants at the sight of a beautiful young woman all dressed up for her, sitting on her couch only waiting to be taken by her. She felt like a hormonal teenager at the thought of how easily you had started to affect her. She wasn't exactly a playboy, but she'd seen and been with her fair share of women in her life, yet the simple sight of you, sitting while turned towards her, showing off your legs and hips and chest, only made her mouth drier the more she drank. She had downed her glass in one go by the time her eyes were able to leave your body and, in the brief seconds that seemed to have lasted hours, she had been able to explore every inch of you she could have laid her gaze on, leaving her only wanting for more.

“Would you like to talk for a bit?”

Your words, spoken so casually in contrast to her almost spiraling thoughts, pulled her eyes to your face. You were smiling politely, yet sincerely, at her. You almost felt bad for putting an end to the amusing sight of her getting herself more and more flustered, but you selfishly needed to, if not to know more about her, at least to get started as soon as possible. You were hoping that your poker face was good enough to only display your faux calmness and hide the turmoil of emotions you were feeling at being face to face with her, so close you would’ve been able to feel her touch if only you moved your leg one small bit.

“Do you usually do that?”

She tried to regain what composure she had left by trying to engage in the casual chatting you had initiated as she leaned to put down her empty glass on the coffee table. You had declined her polite offer for a drink of your own, but started to regret your decision at her husky voice and the sight of her sharp jawline and lean neck getting exposed as she moved to settle down the expensive glass, making you feel your cheeks getting slightly warmer and your heartbeat faster for a second.

“It's not necessary, it's just to let you know that we can, if you want. And yes, apparently, a little ramble can help destress just as much”

By the time you had finished speaking, a smirk was gracing her lips, making her appearance seem much closer to the usual confident one you had always seen in her pictures and wiping away almost all traces of the small, brief panic you had just gotten a glimpse of.

“So they treat you like a therapist”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the exact same words uttered by multiple of your friends in the past. She was right, though. Surprisingly enough, one of the main skills you absolutely needed to have, and that your agent couldn’t stop reminding you of at first, was that of listening. Keeping updated on the news, always reading and being able to hold a proper conversation were definitely important, but never as critical as always being willing to listen for as long as needed and to indulge in any issue presented. It didn’t matter how much you didn’t care or what pieces of shits were talking to you, their problems were the greatest ones in the world and the only ones a simple girl like you could’ve ever had on her mind. Or at least that’s what they needed to believe.

“Sometimes. I guess that they like therapy with a little more kick at the end of the session”

You tried to be just a little more playful, hoping to get her to relax and feel like she could open up in case she wanted to. Her brief chuckle warmed your heart at its unrestrained nature and made it impossible for you to keep yourself from ogling at her as she swiftly ran her hand through her gray hair to get it back out of her face after she had briefly lost her composure. Her attention was back on your face as she found you beaming at her with your lower lip caught in your teeth to try, in vain, to hold back a big smile that threatened to come out at her beauty. A strange mix of sweet hunger, so tender it almost weirded her out, started to come to the surface as her eyes locked with your young and almost innocent ones, as alluring as the most dangerous siren's. If she had to be honest, she kind of felt like an asshole for wanting to jump right into the more intimate part of the night, overlooking your kind offer to let her vent, but got reassured once she finally noticed your slightly quickened breathing and fingers fidgeting with your dress as you leaned towards her a little bit.

“It’s been a pretty rough week. Thank you for coming”

She tried to acknowledge your availability while she was still in full control of her own mind, because now she knew that, as soon as she would have gotten a taste of you, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself anymore.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m happy to be here if it means I can help you out”

You tried so hard to keep your voice from trembling too pathetically and ignore her darkening eyes boring into you, but the heavenly sight in front of you, and the slight straining in her pants, only made your cheeks grow warmer at the excitement you tried to contain that made you feel like a foolish schoolgirl.

“What can I do, Ms Romanoff?”

Her jaw clenched as your hand gently fell on a way too safe spot on her thigh, right above her knee, miles away from where you both truly wanted it to get.

“You can call me Natasha”

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from your lips, slightly apart, a sign of your collected stance starting to crumble, that only called her more intensely as you wet them before unconsciously biting your lower one as anticipation ate you up more and more, making your hand slightly tighten on her thigh.

“What do you want me to do, Natasha?”

This time, as you almost whispered the words, your weak gaze succumbed to the seduction of her lips as she slowly inched closer to you, hoping to get rid of the space cruelly dividing you two and finally get lost in the pleasure she so desperately wanted to reach. In that moment she felt as if she needed nothing more than the feeling of your lips on hers, even though she knew that as soon as her favor would have been granted she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from trying to get more and more of you. She had almost reached her final destination, her gates to heaven, when you suddenly turned your head a little bit, making her lips land on the corner of your mouth. She couldn’t stop a deep grumble from coming to the surface, but barely had the time to feel the initial frustration of being denied what she wanted, before you hand moved in the direction of her center, still way too far away for her liking, but close enough for the warmth of your skin through the fabric on her to make her twitch in her pants, and your lips started gently kissing her neck, leaving her even more in need of some relief, if that was even possible. Her panting in your ear as your hand moved closer and closer to where she needed it the most made goosebumps grow on your arms and you couldn’t stop a muffled whimper in her neck when she grasped your waist with one hand, touching you for the first time. You wanted, no, needed to feel her, but, for the sake of teasing her some more, you swiftly skipped her crotch to sneak your hand under her sweater and touch her bare stomach, pathetically mewling against her throat at the way her hand moved under your ass to pull you even closer to her, making you almost sit in her lap. You were both a panting mess and, after some wiggling and squirming from her trying to keep herself from ripping your dress with her bare hands, you ended up fully on top of her, straddling her lap while still on your knees, resisting her hands on your hips trying to make you properly sit on her clothed erection. It was only once she finally gave up and ended up moving downward to bunch your dress over your hips and grab your ass that you finally fully sat down on her, letting her feel your covered center on her.

“Fuck!”

Her voice and the buck of her hips into you sent a strong shiver through your whole body and a pang of arousal in your lower stomach. Leaning your forehead against hers, you looked deep into her eyes as you grounded your hips into her hard on, starting with a low rhythm that easily got the older woman panting and desperately grabbing your hips to try to make your movements quicken. The rough surface of her boxers and your underwear did wonders at heightening the pleasure you both already felt and in no time you could feel the fabric against yourself dampening up from your arousal, thanks to the way her covered cock perfectly hit your clit.

The sudden movement of her arms, slithering around your torso to keep you from moving away, and her hips thrusting more and more up into you, made you take pity on her and you finally started gradually speeding up your movements. The moan she let out once you grounded harder into her took your breath away and got a louder one out of you at the hard grasp of her hands on your waist, making you lose track of the speed of your own hips, seemingly moving on their own accord to only make you both feel as good as possible. The older woman found herself enamored at the sinful sight of the black fabric of your underwear glistening a bit under the warm light of her living room and creating a small damp patch on her pants. For a second she couldn’t help but find herself wondering if your displays of pure bliss were genuine or if she was witnessing a thoroughly curated act you used with all of your clients, but she decided to trust you and the whiny moans coming from deep within you and solidly planted her feet on the ground to easily thrust up into you and meet your movements.

The almost animalistic way in which you were dry humping each other was making you lose your mind, even more so at the other woman cursing under her breath and the sudden slap she landed on your ass, making you moan loudly as your head fell back, exposing your neck to her and making it hard for her to respect your no marking rule and latch onto the soft skin she suddenly needed to taste. Natasha completely lost her composure at the sight of your face, a perfect display of pure ecstasy, and you hips erratically moving to take your own pleasure from her and got a hold of your hips in a way that definitely must’ve hurt a bit, but maybe not as much as she thought, according to your breathless moan at the action, to press you even harder on her, getting herself impossibly close to her orgasm.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum”

She was looking at your center moving over her clothed cock once her panting words got your attention to her face and, finally wanting to indulge her initial wish you still hadn’t granted her, you moved one of your hands from her shoulders to the nape of her neck, getting her attention back on you, and leaned in, stopping for a second and only a breath away, before finally pressing your lips on hers, making her moan in the kiss at finally being able to taste you, even if only for a moment. The hard orgasm hit her so hard she had to move away to lean her head back, closing her eyes at the high levels of ecstasy you made her reach, and grunt loudly every time her hips thrusted up hard into you on their own accord while shooting string after string of cum into her own underwear. The sinfully beautiful sight of her face as she came and the veins of her neck, more defined than ever, sent a painful twinge of arousal to your core as you moved more and more slowly over her as she came down from her orgasm, stopping only once she hissed at her sensitive cock meeting your center with one final thrust of hers.

“Holy shit”

Her head was still leaning back on the edge of the couch and her eyes were still closed as she murmured the words, but she opened them once you pressed one last kiss to her lips, looking more inviting than necessary as she breathed through them while she caught her breath. For a second she found herself lost in the sight of your exposed lower half, clad only by a black thong that barely covered your core and traces of clear slick on the inside of your thighs. Your chest was about to spill out of your dress as you heaved, your hair was a bit messier than earlier and your hands were still tightly gripping her shoulders for dear life and that’s when she realized, after her post orgasm haziness started disappearing, that you hadn’t cum yet.

One of her hands finally left its death grip on your hips, leaving behind a delicious ache on your skin, as she reached for your face to swipe her thumb over your warm cheek before gently cradling it and leaning in to peck your lips, waiting for your approval of her action and receiving it at the slight drag of your tongue over her lower one. As soon as she opened her mouth you were on her, kissing her with all your might and threading your fingers through her glorious hair to make sure to keep her as close as possible. You were still on edge from the high levels of arousal still pumping intensely through you and, as they blurred your mind, also thanks to her tongue easily dominating yours, they prevented you from registering her movements, which you noticed only by the time she had positioned you just how she wanted.

You ended up straddling her, as she now lay down on the couch, while you still made out like your life depended on it and your hips unconsciously tried to find some relief by slowly moving over her lower abdomen. She soon ceased your movements, though, and gently started pushing you from the back of your thighs until you had wiggled closer and closer to her face. Standing on your knees while hovering over her torso, the sight of her lips, swollen by the intense kissing and almost curled into a small smirk, and her hands gently caressing your thighs almost made them buckle at the imminent moment. For a second, all the hints of playfulness were gone from her eyes and got replaced by hard seriousness, as she nodded once at you and waited for your own nod of approval, that tried unsuccessfully to hide your enthusiasm and need, before smiling softly at you. It's only once she had made sure that you were fine with her wish that she slithered down a bit until you were right by her neck, close enough for her to smell the arousal that you couldn't contain anymore. You were driving her insane and, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her pants from her previous orgasm and her still semi hard cock, she slowly started moving her hands over your body, over your thighs, your ass, your back, until she was swiftly moving your soaked underwear to the side, moaning at the sight of your exposed pussy and the fabric briefly sticking to it because of your wetness. You looked like a dream to her, looking down at her with pure anticipation as you tried to keep your breathing at bay, and all she needed in that moment was only to see you crumble just for her.

Her hands finally got back to the apex of your thigh and, after taking a secure hold on both of them, she gave one small push to make you lower yourself on her. She knew what you wanted and she wanted it too, all of it immediately, but the smooth skin of your inner thighs, still glistening, did nothing but made you look like an absolute goddess to her, and who was she to deprive you of the adequate worship you deserved? Once her lips left a small peck on your soft skin, still close enough to your center to make your hips buckle a little and your breathing hitch, the older woman's hunger got the best of her and, while still trying to control herself enough to unfortunately leave no trace of herself behind, she got lost in the plumpness of your inner thighs. She would've gladly spent hours kissing and very lightly scraping her teeth over the velvety skin if it meant hearing you yelp over and over as you tried to keep yourself upright.

Your mind was foggy and all you needed to clear it was her mouth just a bit higher. You knew at least a part of her was trying to get you to your breaking point, but she thankfully stopped her cruel actions once your hand suddenly flew to her hair to try to keep yourself standing, getting her attention to your closed eyes and shaky breathing. Natasha wished she could've said that the reason behind her stopping her torturous teasing was to indulge you in the pleasure you deserved, but the truth was that the selfish need to see you broken because of her was way too intense for her to keep herself back any longer.

The moment her lips left your skin you felt some sort of relief at being able to properly breath once again, but almost missed her teasing once she immediately dove into your pussy, drawing a breathy moan out of you before you could contain yourself.

“Fuck, you taste good”

Natasha couldn't help herself from briefly overlooking your pleasure to randomly explore your core as she pleased, getting hungrier each time she discovered a new spot that got your thighs trembling over her. She was the thirstiest woman on the planet and you were the most gratifying oasis she could've asked to encounter. For the first time in your career, you felt embarrassed of the extreme pleasure you were feeling and its unrestrained displays you could barely contain, but the swift movements of her tongue and lips, clear sign of someone who knew very well what they were doing, were getting you way too close to your peak in such a short period of time. By the time she gave some mercy to your clit and moved downwards to enter your aching hole with her tongue, her nose bumped right on your sensitive bean, making it impossible for you to stop your hips from slightly moving over her face to heighten the heavenly feeling. You tried to keep your loud moans at bay by biting down on your index finger, but foolishly defeated yourself by looking down at the older woman, finding her hooded eyes already on you, as she moaned against your folds and tightened her hold on your thighs at the sight of your watery, desperate eyes, drawing a loud whine deep from you.

You wanted more, you needed more, so you suddenly lifted yourself off of her, ignoring her frustrated grunt, to turn around and place yourself back over her lips before immediately starting to unbutton her pants, hearing her sighing and cursing to herself at the prospect of your touch directly on her. Her sticky boxers were an absolute mess, and you tried to ignore her mouthwatering cum on them to get her cock fully free from the fabric. The woman under you, resuming her mission to make you cum, finally got your attention away from her length standing proud in front of you. You tried to distract yourself from your impending peak by finally wrapping your hand around her and licking the clear precum oozing out of the head of her cock, feeling her moaning right against you at the small bits of stimulation you were giving her. You truly realized you had been lazily sucking her head for quite a bit, your mind completely taken over by her perfect ministrations between your legs, only once her hands tightened their hold on your thighs so much you were sure there was definitely going to be at least some bruising the next day, and she couldn’t hold back her groans anymore, shooting such delicious sparkles of pleasure through you thanks to the vibrations of her voice on your core. You wished you could have pleased her in a much better way with your mouth, selfishly wanting to feel her in your throat as well, but the orgasm that was seconds away from crashing down on you finally made it impossible for you to hold back your moans, making your composure crumble once and for all and finally gracing her ears with such heavenly sounds that quickly got her equally close even without your touch on her anymore. You finally snapped for the first time of the night with her tongue on your clit and her hands almost ripping your expensive, flimsy underwear in half as she tightly held it to pull you even more flush against her mouth, so desperate to taste your heavenly essence she would’ve almost felt embarrassed for it if she was in any way in her right mind.

Your legs were shaky and, anytime you thought you had finally caught your breath, the sight of her hard cock in front of your face, right on the brink of another orgasm, made the air get caught in your throat all over again at its sight gracing your no longer fogged up eyes, now able to properly appreciate it. You had to be the one to stop Natasha, still lazily tasting as much of you as she could, and lift yourself off of her, muffling an almost whiny sound of frustration of hers with a quick kiss, which you deepened as you grabbed the neck of her sweater to make her move to a sitting position. One of her hands immediately moved to your chest and finally indulged herself, groping your boob a bit more firmly the more you hummed in the kiss at the beautiful sensation of being wanted by her. Feeling her trying to pull you in more and more to make you sit back in her lap, right over her thigh, you unfortunately had to break the perfect kiss.

“I wanna make you cum”

Your sweet voice and pretty eyes as you mumbled the words while looking up at her made her twitch at the mere thought of her cum possibly painting your skin and you could almost see the thoughts quickly racing behind her eyes as she decided where exactly she wanted to do it. Your pretty face admittedly looked just too inviting for it, the thought having graced her mind only moments after you greeted her at the door, but her thoughts couldn’t stop from going back to the sinful sight of your cleavage so perfectly on display for her yet still way too covered for her liking. Without uttering a word she reached for your back to slowly pull down the small zipper while leaving pecks over the top of your chest and collarbone, slowing her moving hand every time you shakily gasped in order to never stop hearing the beautiful noises you made that went straight to her cock each time.

“I wanna fuck these tits”

Her words, spoken more to herself than to you, only drove you more insane for her and clouded your mind as she pushed you to lie on the couch, leaning over you between your legs as she hurriedly pulled your dress down and took off your bra. She left the dress below your torso, not bothering to slip the now useless fabric fully off of you, and leaving it bunched at your waist to expose your chest and core to her. She wouldn't have had the chance to do it even if she wanted to, as her cock bumped with your naked center every time she moved while hungrily kissing your boobs. Your hand on her head as she sucked your nipple got her attention to your beautiful face as you looked at her with hooded eyes while biting your lip. That was it, she couldn't keep herself back anymore, she needed to cum and she needed to do it all over you right then and there.

Your heart skipped a beat as she moved over you to straddle your torso and took your breath away at her beauty as she loomed over you and let her spit fall on her cock before pumping it. You couldn't help but stare in awe at the lewd action, making her hum at you staring at her lips with your mouth open.

“Now that's interesting”

Your slightly embarrassed look at her new discovery only amused her even more and, gently holding your chin, she managed to haze your already obedient mind even more as she spoke once again.

“Open up”

You immediately opened your mouth and pushed your tongue out a little, waiting with closed eyes to be graced by the goddess on top of you, but felt slight disappointment when her hand ended up leaving your face and she chuckled through her nose.

“Maybe later”

Damn her. You shot your eyes open at her words and you couldn't help but pout slightly, before reluctantly nodding obediently at her, secretly savoring the “good girl” coming from her perfect lips. You couldn't even fathom the power the older woman already had over you and could only lay limp to let her position her cock between your boobs before grabbing each one and pressing them on either side of her own length. The moment her hips began to move and she threw her head back with a loud moan your breath was knocked away from you and you were left to stare in awe at her beautiful face taken over by pleasure and the sight of her cock moving on your chest, looking way too delicious to ignore. She knew she was barely going to last seconds, but she felt no embarrassment as her mind was completely taken over by ecstasy. Seeing your tongue out, waiting for the head of her cock every time she thrusted forward, almost got her to her breaking point and your eyes meeting hers, beaming at her as she took her own pleasure from your body, finally made her reach her peak. As soon as her orgasm suddenly hit her she quickly pumped her cock with her hand to finally shoot her cum all over your tits, groaning as you intently kept looking at her as she breathlessly moaned each time more of the white fluid hit your skin.

She felt almost shocked by just how hard she came, certainly the hardest in a very long time, but barely had the time to recover at all before the sight of you scooping some of her cum from your boob with your fingers and sucking them clean with a languid moan left her speechless.

It was going to be a long long night…and hopefully the beginning of an even longer acquaintance.

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Part 3

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Well Met By Moonlight Part 13

Hey, guys do you all remember that period of time when I was working on this story but refused to show you snippets of it on WIP Wednesdays? Yeah, this is that chapter. (I'm pretty sure, anyway. Because this shit was super spoilery.)

We finally get what happened to Steve and why he didn't grow up as Pack. This chapter does get a little dark in its themes so be careful when you read and if you need specifics, DM me and I'll fill you in.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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Eddie and Wayne landed in front of their trailer with a deft touch. Eddie still wasn’t over the joy of being able to fucking fly. Like sure when he was younger, Wayne would take him for flights occasionally, but nothing beat banking on a breeze as the wind lifted him higher and higher.

“Your boy’s got a mouth on him,” Wayne said gruffly as he walked up the stairs to their trailer.

Eddie chuckled. “Always had. Even in school.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “True enough.”

As soon as they were safe inside, Eddie asked, “Hey, do you remember that couple who took Stevie in when his parents died?”

Wayne frowned. “You mean the Franklins?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

Eddie snapped his fingers. “Yeah, them. Why was Steve placed with them? And not, I don’t know, the pack?”

“Ah.”

Wayne went to the kitchen and pulled out a six pack of beers. “That’s a bit of story. Drink up, you’ll need it for this.”

Eddie opened up a can of beer and settled in for story time.

Wayne downed an entire beer and wiped his mouth off with his sleeve.

“Hopper had gotten bad,” Wayne began. “Like real bad.”

“You’ve mentioned that before. That was around the time I came to live with you, right?”

Wayne nodded. “It wasn’t just drinking. It was drugs, too. And not just weed, either. I’m talking the heavy stuff.”

Eddie nodded. He had sold said heavy stuff to Hopper just before he cleaned up with El coming into his life. When Wayne asked him why, Eddie told him that he had no idea what he was doing with it and honestly didn’t care.

Knowing what Eddie did now, he regretted it, but he was so close to being able to afford his Warlock that that was all he cared about at the time.

“Steve’s dad Clint Harrington was getting ready to challenge Hopper for the position of alpha,” Wayne continued. “He knew that he might kill Hopper, but at that point it probably would have been a mercy.”

Eddie nodded solemnly. Maybe if Clint Harrington had lived, lived to be the alpha, the town wouldn’t be experiencing the troubles it was now.

“So what happened?” he asked gravely.

“Allison’s father died out in New York,” Wayne said. “The timing of it was so suspect, Ed. Like, you know I hate conspiracies with every fiber of my being, because there rarely is one. But this smelled rank from the get go.”

“You think whoever had the Harringtons killed,” Eddie said, “you think also popped off Granpappy, too, don’t you?”

Wayne glared at him, but conceded the point. “Whatever happened to the Harringtons was bad, boy. Like their bodies were savaged–”

He stopped and his eyes went wide. “It was exactly like this morning. I couldn’t tell the scent then, just like I couldn’t now.”

Eddie nodded. “As near as I could tell, there wasn’t a scent to be had. Whatever it was who killed the Harringtons and attacked Patrick, didn’t leave behind a scent.”

“There are very few things in this world that leave a scent so minuscule I could barely detect it,” Wayne said.

Eddie nodded. “So what happened with Steve after they died?” He was interested in the other thing, but he was really worried about his boyfriend.

“The old mayor, Larry Kline and I,” Wayne said amused, “made the decision that the pack wasn’t safe for Steve. But despite what Steve thinks the Franklins weren’t human.”

Eddie frowned. “They weren’t?”

“They were Were too,” he said with wary tilt of his head. “Were-bat. We figured that with them being at least Weres would be able to teach him how to shift and how to shift back comfortably.”

“So what went wrong?” Eddie asked, moving closer to Wayne on the sofa. “Because holy hell, pops, if Steve had been human CPS would have been called and fast.”

Wayne drank more of his beer and then rubbed one eye with the other hand. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t. There were no indications that Steve was anything other than a kid who’s parents died and was adjusting to it. Yeah, he wasn’t exactly happy, but we didn’t expect him to be, you know?”

“So what changed?”

Wayne drank the last of his beer and set it on the coffee table. “They were away on a trip and I don’t know if they forgot, didn’t care, or planned it... but Steve wolfed out for the first in his entire life when he was eighteen.”

“What?!”

Weres were supposed to shift for the first time when they hit puberty. Early teens for most of them. But to not shift until you were eighteen was just begging for the Were to go insane.

“Fucking hell, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie groaned. “Whoever this is is playing a long ass game. Jesus Christ. They were hoping he would go crazy, ending the Harrington line for good. So what happened?”

Wayne licked his lips. “Steve ran to me. He was frightened. Terrified out of his mind. Old Mack nearly shot the poor bastard as he came tearing through the trailer park.”

“Jesus H. Christ...” Eddie whispered.

Wayne chuckled. “It wouldn’ve done shit, it was just a regular bullet, it wouldn’ve even slowed him down.”

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief. “So what stayed Mack’s hand then?”

“You’ve seen your boy in wolf form,” Wayne said, “can you imagine how beautiful he looked then? The cream of his under belly blending with the warm brown of his back and face as he tore down the gravel pavement?”

Eddie could imagine it in fact. Steve was gorgeous as a human, but as a werewolf? He was exquisite. It came from his mixed breeding of being born from another born werewolf and his turned wife. Born werewolves tended to be more timber wolf in their appearance. Almost dire wolf-esque. Big, with course fur and fierce. Bitten werewolves tended toward the smaller red wolves. Quick, slender, and cunning as hell.

Steve was a mix of these two breeds and it made him the most beautiful thing on four legs Eddie have ever scene.

“To fire at something so majestic would have been a travesty,” Wayne was saying when Eddie came back from his revery. “So Mack just stood there, rifle in hand as Steve made straight for my door.”

Eddie frowned. “Where was I? I don’t remember this.”

“You and your friends had gone to Indy for some concert or another,” Wayne said. “I don’t rightly recall.”

Eddie’s frown got deeper, he’d only gone to one concert with his friends in Indy because one of the ‘85 Hellfire Club members had gotten tickets for graduation and had taken all of them.

“Is that why you weren’t home when I got back into Hawkins?” he asked. “You were dealing with Steve?”

Wayne nodded and popped open another bottle of beer. He held one up to Eddie, but he shook his head. Eddie held up his still mostly full can. Wayne licked his lips.

“You’ll want to drink more of that,” he muttered.

Eddie did as he was told and it took the edge off of his anxiety but settled sour in his stomach.

“After I got Steve sedated,” Wayne said, “and yes it was fucked up I even had to in the first place, I went a paid the Franklins a visit.”

“That sounds ominous,” Eddie said flatly.

Wayne grinned. “They tried to tell me that they were frightened of Steve. That as a wolf he was much bigger than they were as bats. That all it would take was one snap of his giant jaw and they would be but a morsel to the boy.”

Eddie blinked at his uncle in confusion. “What now? His first change would have been a literal puppy. He wouldn’t have even been able toddle after them, let alone get within biting distance.”

Wayne huffed. “Right in one, boy. And if they had been teaching him from his first change on, he wouldn’t have thought of them as prey at all. Not even on moon nights.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“And then they tried to attack me,” Wayne continued.

“They did what?” Eddie squawked.

“They probably would have succeeded, too,” he said, “but apparently Steve is a hard wolf to keep down and followed me like a lost puppy. When he saw Dick Franklin raise a fucking yew stake to stab me in the back, Steve leapt on him.”

“Where the fuck did they get a yew stake?”

Wayne just shook his head. “The hell if I know, kid. But in comes this wolf and just snatches the damn thing out of Dick’s hand. He runs off with it Ella Franklin hot on his heels in bat form. Bats are fast and she catches up quickly. The problem is that in or out of bat form she knows she no match for Steve, so she tries to blind him by going for his eyes.”

Eddie’s hand covered his mouth as he listened to him go on about this horrible night.

“But despite what a lot of people think,” Wayne continued, “your boy ain’t dumb. He keeps his head down and makes right for the Creel House. He tosses the thrall on duty the stake and suddenly a werebat is face to face with Tammy Thompson, now holding a yew stake as Steve just continues running past the Coven.”

Eddie blinked. “I didn’t realize that Tammy’s family were thralls.”

“Just like the Perkins, Buckleys, and Hagans are hereditary keepers,” Wayne said with a nod, “the Thompsons, Carmichaels, and Bensons have always been hereditary thralls.”

Eddie was starting to think that he really should have paid closer attention to the hierarchies in school, they were a lot more important than he knew.

“Anywho,” Wayne said with a shake of his head. “Ella flies back to their house to find me beating the hell out of Dick. She manages to distract me long enough for Dick to get on his feet, but now it’s two against one and they’re still strong in their human forms, but wicked fast. I was able to take out Dick, the coward that he was, but Ella was proving to be too fast. She was going to get away.”

Eddie drank the rest of his beer and popped open another one. He leaned forward so that he was on the edge of the sofa, and his knee began to shake.

Wayne put his hand his knee to settle it, but Eddie stared at him wild eyed.

“I don’t have to finish if this bothering, Ed,” he said warmly. “I can give you the Cliffnotes.”

Eddie shook his head. “What happened next?”

“Just as she took flight, the thing they had always feared happened,” he said softly. “Steve’s jaws came down on her with a sickening crunch. Dick started spewing all sorts of curse words and things I didn’t understand. Something about how werewolves were a plague among the Weres and that they had to be exterminated and how if Steve hadn’t had my protection they would have drowned the bastard in the bathtub.”

“What. The. Fuck?” Eddie asked, can crumpling in his fist as it tightened on it.

“It didn’t mean anything until the events going on now,” Wayne said with a heavy sigh. He crumpled his can one handed and stared at the twisted mass. “But I think whoever it is who is trying to tear this community apart is getting desperate. They’re starting to make mistakes. And I think one day soon, this is all going to blow up in our faces.”

Eddie gulped, but nodded.

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FIRST POST-HIATUS WRITING UPDATE WOOHOOO. ALSO I NEED Y'ALLS HELP.

30.12.2024 // this is not a chapter update yet! As promised before, an update to reveal what I have been up to regarding RBU.

;-; catching up on age old asks that got thrown into my inbox while I was away on hiatus and. Yes- always made me smile reading those, but also made me quite sad for leaving the story at such a cliffhanger.

All the people hoping for a happy ending with the ROs do make me giggle- all those people pointing out all the angst make me feel quite evil for the stuff I have written down in chapter 9 already. ANYWAY!! the update!

A few lill snippets because why not.

over the past years of total and utter silence with this project gone through a never-ending hiatus, I have gotten alotta more confident(yay) yet no-where to put these skills of mine into, as my struggle in real life right now is the fact that I can’t find a proper game design job where I can flourish - I decided to try and keep said skills sharp and fresh by writing stories. so here we are again. I have been quite busy rewriting and re-defining the overarching story, and I cannot wait to have everyone see the eventual endings.

Kept it all hush hush not wanting to come back with nothing- hence the ask compilation above c:<

the chapter is going to be a BIG one. I am at 91k words, fully written out and basically done aside from one (1) path remaining. WOOHOOOO NEARLY THERE :D running towards the finish line, hence the teaser. Anyway --

FEEDBACK FORM, TEASER, REQUEST FOR EDITOR UNDER CUT!

***Feedback form! Help me reach the finish line!!***

I need your help c: for anyone who still has their saves or new players who have reached the end of chapter 8, I like to know what your stats are! I require this for proper balancing in chapter 9 as this is the chapter where the story gets split into many paths depending on some of those questions. Thank you in advance!!

what can you expect from the next update, coming up SOON?

91k wordcount so far (total, all branches, excluding code)

19k words for one single run

Romance lock-ins with Ash and Ha

consequences of your past major decisions/Character personality traits starting to finally catch up by taking the players onto whole different branches and locations altogether.

trigger warnings: implied mental and physical torture, determined character deaths

Some additional flashback sequences across chapters 6, 7 and 8 to some see things from companions' povs

The story of RBU is dark. this game has a dozen "bad" endings planned, only having one "good" ending for each individual Character/MC and main story in general. It's not for just the sake of drama and shock value, as I want this game to reach a very specific "lesson" which effect will be taken away if everything ended in a too-good-to-be-true way. Just a gentle warning!

main story lock-in!! Coded out some branches already for the next chapters. Chapter 10 will be the end of part 2, and part 3 will be more of a 2-chapter endgame with a chapter dedicated to an epilogue afterward. So we are really getting close to the end if I keep this up, and will stop updating the public link once reaching part 3. Will be making an announcement for private betas by then probably, but that'd be like... when I am on my deathbed at the age of 92, most likely.

I really hope you guys will be enjoying the absurdly long chapter. Did a few bold moves regarding the direction the story is going towards which I had been planning and iterating for since the very start of RBU regarding final revelations, hoping some puzzle pieces will be satisfyingly falling into place.

RBU is really about regret and acceptance regarding our decisions and mistakes, and how different types of people deal with it (badly).. so there are no "good" or "bad" endings or choices, really. BUT there is always a "worse" and "worst" so uh. Beware :')

Looking for a paid/voluntary editor!!

To help with the reconstruction of weird sentences, taking out grammar mistakes, eliminating the bad spelling, and bonking teenage-firefly on the head for her bad storytelling. plus points if you could help with the phasing even, perhaps like some kind of a beta reader- yet not too focused on it right now, as I'm just wanting to make the old chapters flow nicer.

shoot me a message if you are wanting to help out! Either on the forums, over here, or shoot me a DM! as I am @fireflyy on the official COG discord server.

For the sake of consistency, I am hoping to get help from one available editor for now. so please do let me know of your experiences if you are wanting to help out!!

You shall be credited within RBU's main screen

See you all soon <3 and a happy new year!!

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Hey! Any advice on writing multi chaptered fics or just longer stories?

I feel like I'm okay for like snippets but have no idea how to write the middle of a story or move a character or story from point a to point b.

And asking you because you're writing is phenomenal and I'd love some advice.

(But if no brain space for advice I totally get that too and feel free to hide this ask or something)

(Anyway great updates on boundless and the one shot Brimbrond)

Sorry for taking so long to respond to this! I just wanted to take some good time to gather my thoughts because oh man oh boy I am a bit of a nerd about plot structure, even if I pants it a lot of the time -- because middles and structure absolutely plagued me when I was a beginner and so I spent a long, long time studying it and breaking it down.

I'm going to start with some very, very basic advice and then get into some more specific stuff. So let's talk first about how to structure a long-form plot first.

DISCLAIMER: this is how I personally structure plots. More often than not I veer off my own track. And this is a very western way of structuring a plot. It's well worth looking into how storytellers from around the world structure their work because it can vary wildly (Miyazaki is a great example of this). Take this with a grain of salt. It's a guideline which I find helpful. This is going to get very, very long. Bear with me:

When I'm first thinking about how to create a plot around a story I want to tell, this is the process I walk myself through, and it tends to work about 75% of the time for the stories I like to tell (I'm not much of a thriller or mystery writer and those tend to have different kinds of structure). Main recipe is as follows:

Status quo - establish the setting and the character. Do this by the middle-to-end of chapter one, preferably. You can get away with drawing it out a bit in sci-fi or fantasy works that require more worldbuilding, but try not to.

Inciting incident - I won't tell you to start in media res, as that varies from writer to writer and story to story. Generally you want to have this somewhere in chapters 1-3. Say we're talking about LOTR - I'd say the inciting incident is when Bilbo goes invisible at his birthday party and leaves for retirement. Everything sort of snowballs from there (Gandalf confirming this is The One Ring, the Ring being passed to Frodo, the adventure beginning, etc. etc). This is where your character can lose something, or be confronted with a huge problem, or gain some new information. This is the point where your story really picks up.

Point of no return - your character has been presented with a problem or is put in a situation and now they have to decide what to do about it. Sometimes characters choose to run away, or choose inaction. It's up to you and your character as to what they do next.

The annoying part - the most helpful way I've ever found to think about middles is in terms of a series of decisions and consequences. Your character must decide what to do (or try to get what they want), and this will then come with consequences to those decisions. I ignore a lot of writing advice because writers seem to be very cagey about how they compose middles and plots for some reason, but the one piece I heard that helped me was: "What does my character want, and what stops them from getting it?" -- and this can be anything, right? Frodo wants (has to) take the Ring to Mordor. Luke wants to learn to be a Jedi like his father. Inspector Poirot needs to catch the murderer. Odysseus wants to return home. Each of these characters are going to make a series of decisions toward their goal, and they may be working from incomplete information, or bad paradigms, or racing against the clock, or against impossible odds. They're going to make mistakes. Over and over and over again. The middle is a series of decisions, consequences for those decisions, and obstacles (more on that later).

Point of no return 2, electric boogaloo (i.e. the actual midpoint to the story) - the part right before the climax -- the climax IS NOT the midpoint of your story, nor is it the end. This is your midpoint where Everything Fucking Sucks. Your character's back is against the wall. They have to change, or fail.

Paradigm shift: your character learns something new, or develops in some crucial way that leads to:

The climax/confrontation: 3/4 - 7/8th of the way through your plot. Frodo decides to keep the ring. Luke uses the force to blow up the death star. Anakin's fear and the manipulation from Palpatine overtakes him and he turns to the dark side. Inspector Poirot gets his last crucial piece of information and gathers everybody together for the Big Reveal. Odysseus gets home and chases the suitors out of his house. Etc. Etc. This is that Big Point in the story we all think as the most important or crucial point (but it's not. That's the key here. THE most important point is the whole middle of how we got here).

Consequences and paradigm shift 2 electric boogaloo: varies from story to story, but this is the fallout of the last decision or confrontation. Your character may reflect on what they've learned. The killer goes to jail. Frodo returns to the Shire and it's saved, but not for him. The journey your character has been on has irreparably altered them, or the world around them -- for better or for worse.

Resolution: the place where you land the story ;) what is the final impression you want your readers to have of your character, or this world?

Alright so that's all kind of nebulous. Let me give you a slightly more specific form of this plot structure that I use pretty often, because I almost exclusively write character and relationship-driven stories since that's what interests me most:

So most of this looks much the same (the inciting incident is some kind of meetcute. The characters then have to decide if they want to have some kind of relationship -- I like to name this part the callback). Then we have a whole weird squishy section of building interest and tension, before once again we have The Big Fight (darkest before the dawn or what have you), before one or both characters have some kind of paradigm shift, they confess their feelings (or resolve the fight or whatever), and the security of the relationship is established -- happy go lucky times, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

So the middle here is of course still squishy and nebulous, but the focus here is still on "What decisions are the characters making? What are the consequences of those decisions? What are they learning, and how do they respond to it?" Maybe the tension is in one character being more reticent, while the other is more open. Maybe the tension is a sexual tension (will they, won't they?). Maybe a character is working off of incomplete information, or a misunderstanding, and that needs to be cleared up before the relationship (or even their own personal growth) can progress (both Elrian and Thalionel in Stars and Boundless Sky follow this pattern). The middle is a push-pull between your character's desires and outside forces that are stopping them from getting what they want, or achieving what they want to achieve.

So okay, that's all well and good. That's basic plot structure. Let me get into my thought process about middles specifically:

Begin with your ending in mind. I do not mean that you need to have like the whole resolution to your story fleshed out. If you're that kind of writer, great! But if you're more of a pantser like me, then that can be a big ask. Instead, ask yourself: what do I want my character to have learned by the end of the story? How do I want them to have changed, or grown? Do I want it to be for better, or for worse? Is there a specific plot goal you have in mind? (saving the world, or catching the murderer, solving the mystery, exorcizing the ghost, the couple getting together at the end, the found family finally gelling with each other, or whatever).

Once you have that thought in mind, now start to think about what your character might need to get from their starting point to their ending point. If it's a murder mystery, this is your information gathering section. You can lead your character to wrong or right conclusions. Have them make mistakes. Etc. etc. If it's a romance, this is where you create a string of scenes where the characters have opportunities to interact and learn more about each other (works for platonic slowburns, too). If this is a traditional hero's journey, this is where you plop in your actual journey.

Not to repeat this ad nauseum, but your middle is all about getting your character to your end goal, but in the most difficult way possible lmao. Let them make mistakes. Let them make bad decisions -- and then follow through with the consequences of those bad decisions. Give them bad information. This is where understanding your character's fundamental flaws becomes extremely important. Your entire plot, imo, stems from your character's fundamental flaws -- because ultimately that is what is going to slow them down the most from reaching their goal. Sure, you may have the big bad evil guy (bbeg), but we're not worried about him. That's an external factor and that's easy to drop in when you need a quick problem to place in front of your protagonist -- but that problem needs to be in service to your character or your worldbuilding. Teach them something. Give them an opportunity for growth. Aragorn needs to lead at Helm's Deep so he can inhabit his leadership role. The mountain pass of Caradhras needs to force the Fellowship through the mines so that Gandalf falls fighting the Balrog and comes back leveled up and ready to fight, and other characters in the fellowship have a chance to grow into their roles without relying on Gandalf for leadership. Your middle is all about crafting little opportunities for character growth, always while moving toward your end goal -- whatever that may be.

The paradigm shifts are crucial, and they can shift for better or for worse. It's up to you and your characters and the story you want to tell as to which it'll be.

If you're bored, your reader is bored. Only write what excites you, skip all the rest, and make it make sense at the end -- I'm so serious. Yes you need to add in breaks for pacing (like the whole Rivendell section in LOTR), but in those breaks still make sure that you're either expanding your worldbuilding, or giving your characters and opportunity for growth.

If you want to tell a really long (novel length) type of story, sideplots and alternate POVs are your best friend. They are structured exactly the same as a regular plot, they're just simpler or smaller and generally work in service to the main plot. Maybe there are side characters or side relationships you'd like to develop. Maybe there's a smaller mystery or a part of your worldbuilding you'd like to explore. Action plots can be side plots to romantic or platonic slowburn plots, just as much as it can be the other way around. And this is not something you need to structure out the gate. Just be curious and playful. Find points in your story that interest you, and explore them a bit. You'll find that they expand the story.

Biggest and best tip I can give you, when all is said and done, is to decide what kind of story you want to tell and then examine how other people are doing it. If you want to write a superhero story, pick out your favorites and look at how they're structured. If you want to write a mystery, same thing. If you're writing a romance or a drama, again -- same thing. Look at the pieces of fiction that you like, figure out what you like about it, and then apply it to your own work.

That's all the general advice off the top of my head. IDK how helpful this was lol. If you want more tips on middles I can try to look at it a bit more in depth, but to be quite honest middles are really what defines a genre. Romances have different middles to thrillers. Thrillers have different middles to mysteries. Mysteries have different middles to dystopian sci-fis. Etc. Etc. So take the general advice with a grain of salt and look more specifically at the genre of story that you're looking to tell.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk <3

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Luke & Kieran's Bakery Attack(s) - 4

Running around the N109 zone takes energy and what is the best way to deal with that? Buying pastries and paying for them later, of course! (They are not stealing if you plan to pay.) Yet, that is only half the fun because what they really come for in that little bakery is that cute sheep hybrid who holds a grudge on them till kingdom come. A Sheep Hybrid! Reader x Wolf Hybrid! Luke & Kieran Tags: Luke x Reader, Kieran x Reader, Fluff, Banter, Predator/Prey Chapter Summary: In which Luke and Kieran apologize for their worst prank yet. Author's Note: Sorry about the late update! Just had to write a few snippets here and there, touch grass, and think about my life decisions. Enjoy! AO3Attack Count: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 This is a side story of Take Your Time, Miss Deer (Dragon Hybrid! Sylus x Deer Hybrid! Reader)

Attack # 4: One Meter from My Old Home

“Mama and papa said it isn’t that bad.”

It was your response to your friends’ collective surprised reaction of ‘What?!’ when you announced that your family will be moving from Bloomshore District to the loveliest and friendliest neighborhood on the planet (Real estate agents would tell you the crime statistics are just slander followed by “You’re missing out on a very tight knit hybrid community!”)

The N109 zone.

Breaking the heavy news means you have to butter up basically the people you grew up together with first so you brought the best chocolate croissants in the batch made earlier that morning by your parents to lessen the blow.

“What? No way! Not you guys too!”

“Are you going to be neighbors with grandpa deer and the miss?”

“You’re still going to watch us play after school, right?”

Mouths still full of pastries you have brought along, they continue to throw one question after another, forgetting they have to practice their swings and the impromptu press conference only stopped when they realized they already ate all of the snacks you have brought along and all of you have to go home.

Of course, they didn’t let you go until you made a promise to still come over every now and then to watch them practice after school like always.

(You agreed even if it means occasionally running as if your life depends on it to catch the last train back at the N109 zone when their games last too long.)

It has been a while after your family had moved and you still stand true to your words, making yourself comfortable to your usual spot in the bleachers, watching Michiru, your best friend, a raccoon hybrid and the captain of the baseball team, hitting every pitch thrown at her.

“Hey, Michiru still has a couple of sets of swings to go. You need someone to walk with you to the station?”

“Oh, you don’t mind?”

“Yeah, it is the least I can do for our favorite baker.”

Even with dirty white shoes from running across the bases back and forth and dust that clung stubbornly in his jersey, the vice captain of the baseball league of Bloomshore District’s hybrids only school’s uniform almost looked pristine under the afternoon sun, his smile cheerful while he waited for your response.

“You do know the pastries are made by my entire family and not just me, right?”, you said, putting back all the paperworks the student council asked you to cover for them in your bag.

“One of our favorite bakers then,” he relented, running his hand on his black hair before putting back his cap, flashing you another playful smile, “Still have time for a snack? Michiru is making us work too hard.”

“Sure as long as you are paying for it.”

“What exactly are you obsessing on these days that you sound broke every time we talk?”

“Nanya.”

“Who’s Nanya? New friend of yours?”

“None of your business,” you grinned, mentally patting yourself on the back with such a quip while a terrified, small voice on your head pointed out that Luke and Kieran are rubbing off on you, alarm bells ringing, but you would rather die of cringe than admit you have been covering for those two.

(The ledger of all their debts is growing longer everyday and you are already contemplating on calling Mr. Sylus again or complain to that dragon hybrid who has been frequenting Miss Deer’s tailor shop sometimes accompanied by the two.)

The vice captain laughs at your reply, ruffling your hair while both of you walk side by side, “You got me. Fine, it’s my treat.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll bring you a breakfast muffin tomorrow,” you answered, and he only shook his head, waving his hand dismissively.

“Just say hi to auntie and uncle for me,” he replied then added, “Oh, to Simon too.”

The streets of Bloomshore District barely changed while both of you make your way to the convenience store but right now, it is as if you are a stranger to the place where you grew up and you are grateful your friends accompany you to the station because every now and then, your old routine takes over, your feet leading you back to your family’s old bakery now turned into a cafe by its new owners.

Your eyes always linger at the window of where your room used to be, at the ledge that used to house the plants that Grandpa Deer and Miss Deer gave to your family.

School days used to end with all of you hanging out at your family’s old bakery to do your assignments or sometimes, at Miss Deer’s tailor shop to watch the television while she patch up their jerseys.

Now, they end at the train station, your friends waving goodbye while they make their way back home, their faint laughter still reaching your ears as you wait for the train to arrive, the silence louder in the empty station.

“I’ll just go get energy drinks for the team,” the vice captain told you, opening the door for you first, “Get anything you like.”

“Are you sure?”

“I did say it’s my treat.”

You nodded, your mind already running the list of candies and snacks you wanted to try but were not able to (On a side note, maybe you should pick up cat treats for Mr. Orange as well.)

Kind, tall, and athletic. 

It is no wonder everyone wants to hang out with the vice captain coupled with the fact he is a panda hybrid, his features making him soft and warm.

“That should be the people you should be friends with,” Simon always tells you every time the vice captain comes over to your new house at the N109 zone together with Michiru and their teammates and you always pinch him when he tries to ask if you have a crush on the panda hybrid.

You know your older brother has a point (on who-you-should-hang-out-with part) and it didn’t help Luke and Kieran do not even bother dispelling the rumors about their rather not so savory activities they do for Mr. Sylus.

Perhaps you were too engrossed trying to fit on your arms candies and chips to realize that the twins who live rent free in your head are a few steps away from you.

Oh, don’t they have the perfect way to greet their lonesome sheepie.

“That’s cream puff, right?”, Luke whispered, watching you from the end of the aisle and he internally fist pumped when he saw most of your choices line up with what they have in their small basket.

(This is one of the gods’ heavenly signs telling them you are meant for them and no, they aren’t being delusional about this.)

“Could always spot her miles away.”

“She smells like a freshly baked croissant too.”

“Hey, you thinking what I am thinking?”

Luke already knows what Kieran has in mind, the scheme flashing in their minds with it ending with your blushing face, furious and telling them off, your hands hitting their chests.

So begins their ambush.

The first step: The tailing.

It is a well-known fact that little miss marshmallow over here had the sixth sense to detect if someone is looking at any part of her body but that little ability of yours only kicks in if the onlooker is within a meter away from you.

So, their eyes stick to the tiles of the convenience store, their noses guiding them as they padded quietly towards you, their ears picking up the crinkle of candy and chips.

The second step: The pouncing.

The best part.

The two of them lunge forward towards you, Luke’s arms around your waist and Kieran’s hands covering your eyes. During the early days of your friendship, they always bicker over which one would get to wrap his arms around you and the game of rock, paper, scissors always ends with a stalemate, useless if both of them can read each other’s minds.

So, the younger twin always gives way to the whims of the older, begrudgingly.

The third step: The reveal

Kieran will stoop down slightly at this point, his breath warm as he whispers, “Guess who, our holiest sheep?” and your reply would always be a grumble while you try to pry his hands off your face.

Today, both of them decided to mix it up a bit.

After all, it is not often they meet you outside the N109 zone and for a moment, they recalled Sylus reprimanding them before after hearing your voicemail, their boss telling them that they reap what they sow followed by a stern reminder.

“Keep in mind what I can do if I receive another voicemail from your friend .”

This is the moment that Kieran hoped he could have chosen a better line but too late, the words already slipped out of his mouth.

“This is a robbery.”

Luke immediately looked up at his younger brother, slightly stunned, upon hearing those words and it also didn’t help his tone is very, very much in character of an actual thief before his face was met by your elbow followed by you turning around, ramming your horns at Kieran.

“Go-”

(One of them was pelted by one of the snacks you are throwing at them.)

“Away-”

(Eyes squeezed shut, you kicked, you thrashed, you did everything to drive the people you thought would steal the meager amount of money in your wallet.)

“Shitheads!”

(You were really going at them and you were going at them hard .)

It was only when you recognized their laughter that you finally stopped and oh, they know that expression of yours everywhere when you realized you have become the subject of their many pranks again.

“Both of you are so dead! D- E- A- D! Dead!”

This time, they know they had to bribe you extra, extra good for your silence or else-

-The image of Sylus’ face who came back all happy from Miss Deer’s shop morphing into silent anger after hearing another voicemail from you doesn’t look appealing to them at all.

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Luke and Kieran actually did keep track of everything they owe to you in an Excel sheet.

It wasn’t that they are avoiding paying off their debts to you but they did made very questionable financial decisions (Maybe pre-ordering video games was not a good idea especially if they just keep swiping the credit card with every chance they get) as of the late that they have to hold on for another two weeks before their allowance from dad Sylus comes in.

Paying off their debts would have been enough for you to keep your silence but that option is off the table so-

“You two will do anything I want for a month?”

“You heard that right, sheepie,” Kieran replied, falling into step at your left, carrying your school bag while Luke helped carry the stack of files the student council asked you to cover.

“Best henchmen of the decade, cream puff, you wouldn’t go wrong with us,” Luke answered and as if to prove their competence to you, he immediately took the finished popsicle stick from you, tossing it to a nearby trash can then replacing it with a box of chocolate-covered pretzel sticks.

It certainly is a good offer you thought to yourself while you nibble on a pretzel stick.

Luke and Kieran may look like hooligans with how they speak and act but you have seen them write reports for Mr. Sylus before when they invite themselves inside your room while you work on your homework.

The two of them are writing reports from the student council on your behalf.

Luke helping you understand complex physics and chemistry equations.

Kieran going over the trigonometry problem sets with you and making sure they are all correct.

All of these are technically expensive if you go to a cram school or ask a smart classmate to tutor you and help you out but-

-Not anymore.

(“Free! Free! Free!,” the little voice, the businesswoman side of yours in your head rejoices, “Premium services all for free!” while another little voice whispers, “You’ll get to spend more time with them. That’s great-” only to be cut off by you.)

Yes, you deserve this after that prank they pulled off earlier, embarrassing you in front of the vice captain who witnessed everything, and to make matters worse, the vice captain not only paid for the damaged goods but also theirs.

“I am happy she made new friends,” the vice captain told them earlier and even when you are sure they were grinning beneath their masks, their pricked ears and tails slightly tucked between their legs seemed to say otherwise.

You stopped, turned around to face them with a pretzel stick between your teeth, then you raised both of your hands,  and you know an opportunity when you see one, having been molded by your parents to have a mentality of a businessman just like them.

“It’s a deal.”

Luke and Kieran looked at each other first, a few words exchanged between their minds and a mutual understanding of what they should do next.

They have better ideas to seal this temporary service.

Their hands feign shaking yours only for Luke to bite the end of the pretzel stick between your teeth followed by Kieran taking another bite before running towards the train station, laughing and giving each other a high-five.

“No backing out, boss marshmallow!”

“Better start thinking of your orders now, holiest sheep!”

Blushing furiously, you chase after them and you are grateful you are technically a meter away already from Bloomshore District, hoping nobody saw that little act they pulled.

Are you angry?

Or maybe giddy?

What you know is your heart is beating too fast, the signs of anger and affection too similar sometimes, and the only images that lingered in your mind is how you glimpse their faces briefly as they put their masks up slightly.

These two wolf boys who are almost exactly alike but not really, you can only hope this little deal will sort out these conflicting feelings because-

-Why is it you were too focused on their pointed canines?

What makes it more laughable? 

That the sheep may not only like just one wolf but two, both in sheep’s clothing who are yet to remove their costumes to show their true colors or-

-That the sheep failed to notice that one of the wolf boy’s faces is scarred while the other is not?

Your brother would tell you it isn’t wise to be friends with predator hybrids even if you don’t live anymore in the Bloomshore District but you don’t really listen, do you? 

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Author's Note: I was supposed to put updates for this in a weekly basis but I had to take a break from this because my thoughts are getting a bit muddled so I had to write snippets for other stories I have in mind to take care of it. Really sorry. Anyways, I started playing Omori and I would say it is certainly one of the stories I hold close to heart. (Even if I prepared myself for it, it really still affected me by a mile.) AO3 Attack Count: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

[johaerys-writes]

OH MY GOD HOW CAN I CHOSE THERE’S SO MANY OPTIONS AND THEY’RE ALL SO GOOD 😭😭😭

let’s see if i can control myself and just ask for three

so MODERN OMEGAVERSE PLEASE I’M BEGGING

PYRRHA MY BELOVED I NEED HER

PLEASURE SLAVE AU!!!!!!!

i really want to ask about all of them but let’s save some for the people 🫣💕

Aaaahhh okay let's have a look!!!

Modern omegaverse: I've talked about this here before I think, but it's basically modern AU college omegaverse, featuring alpha Patroclus and very messy and jealous omega Achilles. They're friends but their relationship has been a little rocky since going away to college (Patroclus is a little older so he went away first, and he has all those cool and hot friends now and that makes Achilles crrraazyyyy, so crazy in fact that he accidentally goes into heat LMAO) It's very messy and they both make really bad decisions, the writing is also a mess because I started it a couple years ago, changed my mind about a couple plot things, then I got stuck so I actually left it on the backburner but I really want to get back to it!! Here is a little snippet from the beginning:

“Got any plans for the weekend?” “Not much,” Achilles says. Odysseus and Diomedes have asked him to go out with them for drinks, but Achilles is secretly hoping that Patroclus will ask him to do something together. If he does, he’ll ditch Odysseus and Diomedes in a heartbeat. “What about you?” Patroclus flashes him a grin, a little mischievous. “I’m hoping for a date with a really cute guy.” “Oh,” Achilles breathes, but it feels like a gut punch. Fuck, he’s always known this moment would come, and he’s always dreaded it. Patroclus is gorgeous, and Achilles isn’t just saying that because he’s had a crush on him ever since he can remember himself. Patroclus is smart and funny and caring, and so easy to be around. It was only a matter of time before he would find someone else, and ditch Achilles for good.  That doesn’t stop his fists from clenching, simply at the thought of whoever it is that caught Patroclus’ attention.  “Cool,” he says, trying to give him a smile that definitely comes out more tense and tight than he meant. “Awesome. That’s great, Patroclus. Anyone I know?” Patroclus stares at him in confusion for a moment, before he blushes and blurts out, “You! I meant you. Sorry, I was just trying to be funny— I thought— I asked you last week if you’d be free to hang out…?” “Oh! Right, sorry, I forgot.” The surge of relief rushing through Achilles leaves him dizzy. It’s a little embarrassing that he jumped to conclusions so quickly, but honestly, it’s not that hard to do when Patroclus has so many friends and acquaintances now, vying for his attention. “Of course, we’ll hang out together, of course. What do you want to do?”

2. Pyrrha worship: I got an anon ask a while ago with a request for a smutty one shot with disasters patchilles when they're older, and I sat on it for a long while because I couldn't really come up with anything exciting, but then I was listening to Miss June '75 by The Brian Jonestown Massacre the other day and my mind instantly went, Pyrrha??? Ahaha, so basically it's a smutty one shot where Achilles dresses up all fancy in his favourite red dress and his stockings and heels and everything, and after they come back home Patroclus just has to worship the fuck out of his wife <3 I don't have much to share yet but I'm hoping to get to it once I post the next BBB chapter!

3. Pleasure slave AU: boy oh boy do I have a lot to say about this one haha. I've been teasing about this AU for a while now and I'm not at all close to sharing any writing for it, mostly because it's a bunch of notes and plot points and random bits of conversation in the doc BUT essentially the idea behind it is that Patroclus didn't grow up in Phthia with Achilles, but instead was sent to Lyrnessus and grew up with Briseis, so when the Achaeans attack the city, Patroclus is given to Achilles as a pleasure slave instead of Briseis. It's quite horny and very angsty and I swear I will get to it eventually after I finish one of the million works I have in progress right now lol!!!!

[endwersed]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by the wonderful @patolemus 🥰

I shared another snippet very recently, so here's just a tiny bit more from the upcoming chapter 2 of my Sterek A/B/O AU, the poets are right!

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“Fuck you,” Stiles spits, doing nothing at all to soften the sharp, sour edges of his current demeanour. “How the hell do you guys move so goddamn silently?”

“Evolution,” Derek deadpans.

He stands a few paces in front of Stiles, a pair of plain grey pyjama pants hanging loosely around his sculpted hips. The thin, cotton, soft-looking fabric does nothing, absolutely nothing at all, to hide the – of course, unfairly fucking huge – bulge he has going on down there.

Ugh. Stupid freaking alphas and their stupid preternaturally huge dicks.

His broad chest is naked as he crosses his muscular arms over it, letting his biceps push out, all tanned skin and raised veins as he tucks his big hands snugly beneath them. His legs are spread out in a wide stance, the cut of his sharp hipbones framing his defined abs so damn nicely, and one side of the dark hair on his head is mussed up just a little bit more than the other, like it has been rubbing sleepily against a pillow for at least an hour or two.

Stiles makes an entirely conscious decision to keep his eyes focused resolutely on Derek’s face. He carefully does not let his gaze stray anywhere else – anywhere lower.

“Too bad it couldn’t evolve you out of being a fucking asshole,” he sneers.

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Open tag to anyone who is writing something they want to share!

[writesvani]

OKAY RATS, GATHER ROUND

Here’s a chaotic lil snippet from Chapter 2 of Down Low to keep you fed. It’s giving bad decisions, repressed feelings, and ✨ emotional constipation ✨.

Read it before I make Y/N kiss someone out of pure pettiness (I'll probably be doing that tho). You’ve been warned.

♡

You glance up—and Jungkook is watching you. Of course he is. Eyes hooded, a smirk ghosting his lips, like he’s waiting. Like he’s daring you to say or do something.

Then, slowly—so slowly—his tongue drags across the rolling paper.

He knows what he’s doing. And he does it anyway. On purpose.

You watch, helpless, skin prickling, heat curling low in your stomach. It’s obscene the way he licks it—like it’s not even about the joint anymore, like it’s about you. About this.

And the worst part? You’re not strong enough to look away.

You’ve never been strong when it comes to Jeon Jungkook.

[veephoenix]

CURRENT WORKS IN PROGRESS ✧.*

SINGLE-LINE SNIPPETS FOR EACH ONE OF THEM

✧.* The Unmaking of a Warrior — PART VII

“He’s doomed but you still have a chance. Come back with me to the Shogun’s castle. Marry me, bear my children, and give an heir to your father’s dynasty.”

✧.* To Drown your Sadness in a Sea Song — EPILOGUE

He understands how brutal the ocean is when his tears hit the waves and just disappear, merging with the water as if they meant nothing at all.

✧.* Into the Abyss of Bad Habits — EPILOGUE

“She’s a fucking temptress, man. I couldn’t do anything.”

✧.* Zutto (from The Inevitability of Love at Second Sight series) — CHAPTER 2

Most of her plants had died in her absence, and Lia burst into tears, the consequences of her every decision piling up on her shoulders, pressing her to the bottom of the sea even though Noah was holding her with his hands on her shoulders, and then with his arms around her.

✧.* The Sweetness of Love & Pain (Upcoming full-length fic) — CHAPTER 1

“They’re not exactly his friends. They’re more like a gang. I don’t really know that much about them, just that they’re… dangerous. They do illegal things and are into weird shit. Nicholas never talks about it. None of them do, much less Noah. He’s the quiet one, but don’t let him fool you. I’ve heard things.”

[lizhly-writes]

Hi there, my name is Liz, and I'm here to make a bad life decision. My WIP Wednesday backlog is at a stunning total of 41 asks/replies -- I counted! -- but with your help, we can blow it up to an even more extreme number.

Filenames:

a discussion on a character without tragedy: originated from a discussion I had with somebody pertaining to the topic of "is a character the same without their tragic backstory"?

fantasy dnd au: originated from fulfilling a tumblr ask prompt, and then realizing that I could make it into a full piece.

empty sky: originated from me ranting wildly about an idea I had, and then somebody asked me to write 2k about it. Haven't done that yet!

blood of the covenant (master copy): my most kudos'd fic, topping out at an astounding 2 chapters. It's been over a year since I've updated! My readers hate me!

[ REDACTED ]: a 3-for-1 deal! I'll write/edit sentences from this wip, and I'll write for some other random thing. Specify, if you like. What's the third thing? You'll also force me to do chores for 5 minutes.

And now! A snippet:

There was a ritual performed on her when she was younger. Her teacher had swords. Now she has knives. Any time, any place, it doesn't matter. There will be a knife -- any knife, every knife -- whenever she needs one. Where do they come from? Who knows? She certainly doesn't.

[jungkoode]

KIKI'S GENERAL FAQ | READ BEFORE ASKING!

1. Why do you use character x reader tags on non-story posts? Because literally everything I post ties back to my fics—updates, snippets, asks, theories, all of it. Tags help new readers find my stories, and I’m not changing this (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ If it bothers you, block/filter my tags and curate your own experience. Love & light ✨

2. Do you use "Y/N" in your stories? Will the characters ever call OC by their real name? Nope! “Y/N” makes me break out in hives. I use original nicknames that evolve over time, and real names are barely ever used. It’s all part of the emotional devastation, bestie. (๑´•.̫ • `๑)

3. Why are all your stories slow burns? Because I physically cannot write insta-love. My characters need time to work through their emotional damage, okay?! (╥﹏╥) Just trust the process. The suffering will pay off… eventually. Probably. ‘But Kiki, it’s been 5 chapters and nothing’s happened’—if you’re just focusing on actions, you’re really not paying attention. My narration is very slow-paced, because that’s what I personally like and what I enjoy reading too, and I’m my number one reader. If you don’t vibe with that, nobody’s holding you hostage. You’re free to leave.

4. Why do you write messy, frustrating, and flawed characters? Why don’t they just communicate better?! Have you met emotionally stunted adults?! People don’t just sit down and say, “I have unresolved trauma, let’s unpack this.” No!! They make questionable choices, self-sabotage, and repress their feelings like the rest of us. My fics are about realism, not perfection. ( ˘･з･)

5. Do your fics have a consistent update schedule? Yes—kind of! I’ve switched to a goal-based update system, which means new chapters are posted once we hit a specific engagement milestone. This helps keep updates manageable for me while also allowing chapters to drop faster if we reach the goal quickly. The current goal for each story is always listed at the end of the latest chapter, so be sure to check there for updates! ♡(｡- ω -) I explain everything about it and how it works here.

6. Why do characters hook up with other people if it’s a character x reader fic?! Because psychological realism exists. Because relationships don’t instantly click. Because people don’t just wake up one day and realize they’re in love. Characters in my fics are flawed, emotionally stunted, and not self-aware—they avoid, they deflect, they seek comfort in the wrong places. This is intentional. If you think my fics are just about who is fucking who, you are missing the entire point.

Do your homework or get out. (つ﹏⊂)

7. Can I criticize your characters/actions? Thoughtful discussion? Always. Blind hate? Nah. My characters’ choices come from their pasts, traumas, and fears, not because I spun a wheel labeled "Bad Decisions" and picked one at random. You don’t have to like them, just don’t be a dick about it. ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

8. How can I find your drabbles? Easy! Go to my masterlist (linked in my pinned navi post) → Find the fic → Click its Tumblr index link → Scroll to the ‘chapter guide’ section. Reminder: Only fics (not series) have drabbles! If there’s no drabble section, there’s no drabble. (๑•﹏•)

9. Do you write smut? Yes, but I prefer quality over quantity. I don’t just slap it in there for no reason. When I do write it? It’s long, immersive, and filthy. You should need a moment to recover. (∗❛ัᴗ❛ั∗) So no, there’s not smut every chapter, but when it happens, it delivers.

10. Do you really put that much thought into every detail?

Yes. Every action, choice, and shift in behavior is intentional. My writing is psychologically driven, and surface-level reading will make you miss key layers of subtext. If you want an example of the depth I go into when crafting my stories, this post breaks down how even small moments are deliberately structured to build tension and foreshadow character dynamics.

11. Why don’t you reply to every ask/comment/DM?

Because.

I get a ridiculous (affectionate) amount of asks, comments, and DMs across platforms, so I scroll and answer randomly. I mostly reply to engaging, unhinged, or well-thought-out asks (theories, character analysis, world-building, etc.). If I don’t answer, it’s nothing personal! ( ˘･_･˘)

12. What is Kiki Nation?

My readers/followers! It started as a joke (my dear koopsy used the term for the first time) and it’s stuck! My asks started having people addressing themselves as part of ‘Kiki Nation’ and so now it’s a thing. So… welcome to Kiki Nation I guess?

13. Why can’t I send you an anon ask?

Anons are allowed on my Tumblr. If you can’t send one, the answer is simple: I’ve blocked you. This blog has a strict zero tolerance policy for hate, ranty/whiny behavior, bitchiness, or disrespectful asks. You send one like that—I block. No second chances. It takes me one button and leaves zero impact on me (if you know anything about me), while you’re out there keysmashing into the void and getting your access to my blog revoked on anon forever.

If you want to be bold and speak your mind, do it off-anon with your actual blog. Then we’ll talk.

And just to drive the point across: VPN hopping and device spoofing to bypass blocks and send anonymous hate isn’t as anonymous as you think it is. Tumblr logs metadata—timestamps, device fingerprints, behavioral patterns, and even VPN endpoint clusters.

Be smart.

BONUS: HOW TO READ MY FICS WITHOUT LOSING YOUR MIND

Your comfort comes first. My author’s intros always state what you’re going to find and are very clear about themes, dynamics, and potential discomforts. If you feel uneasy and continue reading anyway, that is on you. Personal preferences ≠ morally wrong.

I don’t need moral policing in my inbox. My characters are not moral paragons, and my works are not designed to make you comfortable. They are meant to explore psychological depth, trauma, emotional repression, and human behavior. If you choose to disregard my warnings and read anyway, that is your responsibility.

Surface reading is an insult to me as a writer. I put extensive psychological depth into my works. Everything is intentional. If you skim through, ignore nuance, and miss the layers I’ve embedded, you are actively disregarding the entire point of my storytelling. That is offensive to me, and I will not engage with that type of reading.

Slow burn means slow. burn. You will suffer. You will think, “Why is this taking so long?” Because it’s supposed to. You are watching characters unravel, break, and rebuild. If that’s frustrating, good. That means you’re engaged.

Messy ≠ bad writing. My characters do not exist to be likable, moral, or easy to understand. They exist to feel real. If you want perfect people who make healthy choices and communicate flawlessly, I am not the author for you.

Think deeper. If your takeaway from a scene is “he slept with her and then slept with someone else, that’s bad”—go back and read again. Ask why. Look at the patterns, the subconscious shifts, the small moments that build tension. Everything is happening for a reason.

You are responsible for reading my author’s intros before engaging with my works. I explicitly state that you MUST read them before starting. If you choose to ignore them and then complain about themes that were clearly warned about? That’s on you. ITS. ON. YOU.

Discussions, opinions, and analysis are always welcome. I love talking about my writing. I love deep dives, theories, alternative perspectives, even well-thought-out critiques. If you engage with my works with curiosity and a genuine willingness to analyze, I will always be happy to chat.

But if you ignore all of this, refuse to think deeper, focus only on surface-level takes, and come into my inbox just to whine—I will block you.

I make this very clear:

I state this in my author’s intros.

I state this in my about me section.

I state this in my FAQ section.

I state this in my author’s notes every single chapter.

I have already answered asks like this multiple times with patience.

I am happy to discuss my works, but if you blatantly disregard the depth I put into them, I will not entertain you.

[megarywrites]

the writeblr garden’s spooky season prompts

day 2: haunting

The question for this prompt was “is there anything that haunts your characters” and yeah, there is in Seafoam. Again, would like to keep this as spoiler free as possible, so i won’t divulge everything lol

In the first chapter, Thala finds out that her father has died. He was a sailor and had been her whole life, and the captain of the ship he worked on and a long-time family friend broke the news to her and her mother that Arteras had been thrown overboard in a storm and was lost in the waves. This is the inciting incident for the entire plot, but his death especially haunts the narrative of the first book, because, well…

In Grea, which is the nation this story is set in, the government is a theocracy that has decreed that once an unmarried woman comes of age (turns 20), she must go to work in the latridom (a house of worship akin to a cathedral) as a Stoli (a nun, but silent). When the story opens, Thala is months away from being 20, and can barely stand to be in the presence of most of the boys her age, and the one she can stand, she thinks of him as a brother.

So, no marriage has not seriously crossed her mind, not even after Arteras’ passing. No, her first thought, as a way to support her mother now that they no longer had a sufficient income, was to become a Stoli because she had heard that the families of the girls who went were paid a stipend for their services to the state. She’s determined to do this, until Sosta comes into the picture and her mother takes her place as his wife.

In theory, her mother should have been taken care of, but if you read yesterday’s post, then you’ll know why Thala begins to doubt her decision. So, she’s definitely haunted by her choice here of whether she should take her friend up on his offer of marriage, even if everything within her rebels at the thought. And that doesn’t go away even as we get into the second book.

Below is a little snippet of her being anxious about this before she becomes a Stoli (and everything truly goes to shit):

Try as I might, I couldn’t rip my gaze away from the Pontus, nor my mind from thoughts of Zeno. Why was I so… Every part of me should want to form a union with him. It made total sense for me to marry him. It was the natural progression of our…our friendship. Right? And yet…and yet I was reluctant. Scared, even. Just at the thought. But why? What was wrong with me to be so adamantly against, to…to be so repulsed by the solution that would fix all of our problems? Maybe it was just anxiety at the thought of what a marriage would bring. I’d heard the other women in the village talk about their own reluctance to be married, about the discomfort that usually accompanied the marriage bed. I rubbed my forehead again, shuddering as I tried to picture what that would feel like. I knew a little bit about what would be expected from me, just from what Osyne said about her husbands—both the current and the former—and…it was less than appealing. Revolting, actually. Not to them, of course, but to me. But wasn’t this the outcome that everyone expected—me and Zeno? Married? Maybe, as time passed and I grew accustomed to married life, it wouldn’t be too bad. But… I still didn’t want to. And I couldn’t rationalize that nauseated hesitation away. Could I really not sacrifice my own happiness, like Ma had? Was I truly that selfish? If I loved her at all, I’d run straight down to the docks and beg Zeno to make me his wife. Tears sprang to my eyes, blurring my vision as I stared miserably after the ship. As the sails billowed in the breeze and the oars poked out of the hull, their paddles descending into the sea to push it into the current. Or the wind. There was still time to catch it, to speak to him, if only I could move. But I just sat there, weighed down by my heavy heart as the Pontus pushed away from the shore.

In the second book, we’re introduced to another character who is haunted by her choices. Her name is Tofana Aurado, and she’s Solera’s mother. This post is already long enough, however, but just know that she is currently haunting the first book, except she’s specifically haunting Geros for what he did (more on that later ofc lol)

[zeciex]

In A Vow, which character(s) do you find the most difficult/easiest to write for?

This is a great question, so thank you for asking!

I think it depends on the scene--I think I got a pretty good hang on Daenera and Aemond, though Aemond sometimes like to dig his heels in. But I think Daemon might be the toughest character to get into the mindset of. He's very... chaotic and decisive--its his way and his way only. And at his core, he seeks validation from those he loves the most and he's willing to be bad and do bad things in order to protect them, even if its against their will. And he's very, it's them or us. Daemon doesn't deal with disappointment well, he doesn't deal with betrayal, real or perceived, well and he will respond to it with force. He is loyal to those he loves and what he believes is right.

However much Daemon and Aemond are similar, the small differences is enough to sometimes get me stuck.

But, going into Season 2, we might see a few chapters from new POV's--we might see Jace and his time in the Vale/North. We might see him with Baela. We might see more of Baela and Rhaena, whether I feel equipped to write from their POV or through the eyes of the other POVs. And, maybe to further the plot in scenes where none of the characters we've had POV's for are present, we'll get small snippets from Otto.

I will try to keep focused on Daenera, Aemond, Rhaenyra, Daemon and Alicent tho--and mostly Dae/Aemond.

What POV would you like to see?

[lo1k-diamonds]

Too Sweet | MYG | Masterpost

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x (f)reader

SUMMARY: Coming from unabashed wealth has its perks — like never having to lift a finger in your life. When that suddenly changes, you end up at a crossroads: how far will you go to have everything you want?

WORD COUNT: 40.5k

GENRE: Crossroad Demon AU (Sin - Sloth), smut, angst

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: addiction (smoking weed and mentions of doing drugs + aftermath + withdrawal), implied trauma and abuse, including neglect growing up, dysfunctional family dynamics, eviction, trespassing, unprotected semi-public and public sex, nipple play, mentions of blood, biting, hair pulling, bruising, sprinkle of masochism, choking and breath play, degrading thoughts, blowjob + face fucking, subspace and aftercare, making bad decisions/mistakes, breaking Jimin's heart 💔, learning things the hard way, falling in love, mentions of death

A.N. This story almost didn't happen... thank you to @colormepurplex2 for brainstorming with me and literally setting my thoughts in motion. Thank you also to @colormepurplex2, @lunarelle1013, @heathfritillary, and @cherrysoulth for being wonderful betas. This is my entry in the upcoming @bangtanwritershq Seven Deadly Sins quarterly event!

Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Inspired by Hozier - Too Sweet (Official Lyric Video)

“What if I need you again?” You whispered, eyes set on the temptation in the form of his lips.

“I’m not a babysitter,” he rasped. Despite the jaded tone in his voice, his eyes were caught in the same trap.

“But you want my soul, right?”

Chapter 1 - You keep telling me to live right

WC: 7.3k - May 30th “Such a beautiful voice out in a wind so cold.” [Snippet]

Chapter 2 - To go to bed before the daylight

WC: 5.4k - June 6th “You know you already sold your soul, right?” [Snippet]

Chapter 3 - But then you wake up for the sunrise

WC: 8.9k - June 13th “You sold your soul to me,” he said calmly, eyeing your trembling figure knowingly. “What do you think I bought?” [Snippet]

Chapter 4 - You know you don't gotta pretend

WC: 8.2k - June 20th “I can’t do it, kitten,” he said firmly, grabbing your jaw so you wouldn’t avoid the truth. “No matter how much you’d like me to.” [Snippet]

Chapter 5 - But who wants to live forever, babe?

WC: 10.5k - June 27th “Legends speak of hounds that chase people like me.” “They won’t chase you.” “I wouldn’t run.” [Snippet]

[kuiilandtorch]

For the Author Commentary, a few snippets, all from A different kind of blood! (One from each chapter instead of a huge slug :P)

ch 1 Finishing his ministrations, Luke wiped the sticky, pungent residue of bacta from his hands and stowed the supplies back into the medkit.  Placing it back into his bag, he pulled out the canteen of water and considered how to compose his next offer, since all he had to go on were assumptions drawn from Grogu’s memories and the context of their parting on the cruiser.  In all of Grogu’s experiences, at least the ones he’d imparted to Luke, the Mandalorian had always worn his helmet, even on occasions where other parts of his armor were removed.  The fact that Grogu had asked to see his father’s face before leaving with Luke meant that he had never seen it. The Mandalorian’s decision to grant his son’s request had likely been as sacrificial as his choice to surrender him to Luke. Just for once…let me look on you with my own eyes. And Luke hadn’t turned away from it then, too caught up in his own memories and fighting to wrestle them under control, lest he show weakness at a crucial moment. ch 2 He’d promised Grogu he’d see him again, and while knowing it was at best a placating lie to comfort the child, perhaps one he’d forget if enough time passed, Din did not give his word lightly.  That was one thread he could grasp.  He’d thrown away his honor for the life of his foundling, and no matter how deeply the Creed was etched into his mind and spirit, somehow he could not imagine a universe in which it mattered more than that. ch 3 Grogu squealed with glee and made grabby hands for the canister, and Luke sighed in amusement.  “I guess Yoda didn’t have bad taste because he lived in a swamp, he just had bad taste.”  That you share, kiddo, he thought, but charitably kept that to himself.  He supposed he was one to talk — he thought womp rat tasted just fine in Aunt Beru’s stew, but he knew people outside Tatooine would be disgusted.  “We should probably take this outside so we don’t stink it up in here.”  He could see now, peering down into the canister, that it held some kind of fermented fish, which explained the intense odor. Sitting out on the walkway, Luke settled for some more of his own jerky, though the reeking fish had stolen any appetite he might have had.  He only kept up appearances so that Grogu wouldn’t be distracted from enjoying his meal.  The child tucked into the canister with gusto, digging his claws into the fishmeal, and Luke hoped he wouldn’t get it onto his smock, though he knew he probably wouldn’t be that lucky.  Unless Luke successfully managed to clean him up in whatever facilities were available in the room given to them, Din was going to have a very noxious son on his hands. “Did you know I went nineteen years without ever tasting fish?” Luke said, just to make idle conversation.  “The first time I ever tried some, I couldn’t get enough.  It was like the first time I’d seen rain and puddles of water after growing up in the desert where there was nothing but sand everywhere.”

OK- *rolling up sleeves*

Ch. 1: I will forever foam at the mouth at all the missed opportunities in the S2 finale, and the fact that we have to imply them ourselves. Like, don't even think about the crack shipping for a second, THEY MADE MR. STAR WAR HIMSELF STAND IN FRONT OF A GUY TAKING HIS HELMET OFF FOR HIS KID, SHARING THIS BLATANTLY EMOTIONAL MOMENT, AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BUY THAT HE TOOK THAT WITH A DEAD-INSIDE STRAIGHT CGI FACE?????????

That was the biggest, most painfully obvious parallel and all jokes aside, it would not have stolen the thunder from Din and Grogu connecting and it would have only enriched the moment to take a second to show Luke's facade cracking to show the haunted, bittersweet joy and grief you know he had to have been feeling witnessing this. No matter how many versions of this scene I rewrite into different WIPs, I always have to include this framing because it's essential and inescapable to me. Luke survived and the galaxy was saved because his father ultimately chose selfless love, and he saw that beauty again; he was inadvertently included in this extremely intimate, powerful moment and it's such a profound honor. And he had to hold himself together because he knew this guy giving up his kid was devastated enough, he didn't need the stranger he was trusting with Grogu to fall apart too. (At least, that's what he tells himself.)

That's really the driving motivation Luke has to do what he does for Din in this story - yes, he wants to be a compassionate Jedi, but like his father, Luke holds strong loyalty and love for specific people, and while he wouldn't or doesn't want to name it as such at this time, Luke already loves this man on a soul-deep level for being a selfless father to this traumatized child, even if he knows nothing about him, and if he can show kindness to him in any small way, he'll do it. He wants Din to feel appreciated for everything he had to go through and give up.

Ch. 2: ok here's the thing-

I get the face-value notion that when Din said those words, he really was determined to see Grogu again. For me personally, I think something very very important about the S2 finale - removed from anything that came afterwards - is viewing it through the lens of Din and Grogu mutually agreeing they need to separate for their own good, no matter how painful it is. Yes, we see Grogu being sad and clinging to Din's leg, but he's a kid, it's understandable, yet he's showing great maturity in being willing and ready to leave with the Jedi. He's the one who urges Din to let in whoever's on the other side of the blast doors. He's the one who mentally informs Luke that he wants Din's permission, not that he's resisting departure. And as badly as Din's heart is breaking, I think the pragmatist in him would be accepting the fact that this was likely the last time he'd ever see Grogu. He would at least be preparing himself for that. It was literally his quest: return the kid to his "kind," and then it's over.

Din is absolutely a man of honor who does his best to keep his word, and if somehow, some way later on he'd get the chance to reunite with Grogu, he wouldn't turn away from it. But I took the view that Din said that more as a reassurance to help Grogu feel better about leaving than anything else. That moment was about Grogu, that was the entire reason for him putting the final nail in the coffin of his creed and taking his helmet off right there, to grant the kid a parting gift of love and respect for his wish. Din realized and accepted that he loved Grogu more than his own soul, regardless of the fact that his own creed does hold children in the utmost importance. If he saw any contradiction in his principles, he was going to fall on the side of preserving an innocent life no matter what the cost, fuck himself and everything else.

But that's why Din was crying in that scene. He felt this was goodbye. He'd fulfilled his obligation, and it was tearing him apart, but this was what needed to happen, this was what was best for Grogu. The kid was still so little; he thought maybe, eventually, if he was content wherever he was, Din would just fade to a blip in his life and Grogu would move on to better things, and that would have to be okay.

The other parallel I don't see talked about nearly as much in this scene is that Din is Shmi Skywalker. Din is ripping his heart out of his chest and handing it over to a Jedi, and being as brave and reassuring as possible to his son to see him walk towards a more promising future, away from strife and misery.

Ch. 3: I COULDN'T NOT GIVE MANDALORIANS SPACE SURSTRÖMMING >:D

And look, for the record, I fall squarely in the "Luke is domestic enough to be functional in a rural capacity because you can't exist on a farm and not know basic useful life skills along with farm chores" camp. No, he's no chef, but he can skin and dress a varmint like nobody's business and make a decent stew and cheese because he wants to keep his aunt's memory alive. No, he's not much of a fashionista and he couldn't make couture, but he sure as fuck knows how to mend shit to keep it going and sew some basic patterns. He's fond of his fair share of pickled and fermented and dried and heavily spiced foods from back home, but nothing on Tatooine can touch Mando space surströmming, that's for sure. XD

I love to showcase Luke idly telling Grogu silly anecdotes about himself and trying to inject some fun into Jedi teaching because he just wants to make this kid happy, and it buoys him to see Grogu being happy at whatever, even if it's super stinky fish.