this is what i do when i see a rabbit i wiggle my nose

Innuendos

Overview: The reader and Sam decide to mess with Dean through…easily confused wordplay.

Warnings: a smidgen of language, sexual innuendos, fluff, and fruit being sexy

A/N: I asked Lee to give me a prompt yesterday and this is what transpired from it. I had too much fun writing this @wheresthekillswitch :)

It had started as innocent. All things with Sam seemed to start that way, but all things with Sam also had a bad habit of escalating at a rather…fast pace. I’m not claiming clean hands in this – together, Sam and I had always been evil masterminds. And this time wasn’t any different.


We had just gotten back from a grocery run and everyone was helping put the items away. I was unpacking the bag of fruit when a sharp jab to my ribcage from Sam’s elbow made me glare and roll my eyes at him. He just wiggled his eyebrows at me, unable to keep the excited grin off his face.

“Pull it together,” I mouthed. He quickly cleared his face of any and all emotions.

“So…Dean,” I said calmly, “can you feel my melons?”

His hand froze halfway to the pantry with the box of cereal it was holding. He slowly turned his head, “Um…what?”

“My melons,” I repeated, “I mean, Sam felt them earlier and said they were firm enough but I just wasn’t sure.”

The box of cereal almost slipped out of his hands, but he managed to catch it after a brief spout of fumbling. “Sam did - what are you – I’m sorry, what?”

Dean didn’t have much time to react as I swiftly tossed a cantaloupe in his direction. He caught it and then just stared down at the round fruit in his hands, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah, my melons,” I said, pulling the second cantaloupe out of the bag, “think they’re firm enough?”

I saw his knuckles whiten a bit as his grip tightened around the fruit. He briskly walked over to the refrigerator, jerked the door open with a little too much force, and then haphazardly tossed the cantaloupe inside, “I’m sure they’re fine.”

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The Black Bunny

TITLE: The Black Bunny

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Part One

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine if Loki accidentally turned himself into a bunny through some sort of magical mishap, and, not being able to properly care for himself, he kind of awkwardly nibbles on things and writes out what happened with the shreddings. 

RATING: T

NOTES: I could not resist writing this short, yet sweet, story, as I thought the idea of Bunny Loki was downright adorable. Full of fluff, and very silly (compared to the more serious fics I write). Also, it’s just in time for Easter! haha ♥︎ It is loosely based off of the imagine above and there will be two parts, hope you enjoy!

Part One

It was a Monday, and I was running late… again. I hurried to the subway, but I had then discovered that I left my metro card at home and by the time I bought another card, the train that I usually took to get me to work on time was long gone.
Today was already not my day.

I lived in a tiny apartment all the way downtown, near Battery Park, and it took me awhile to get to my office in Midtown: my office being the one directly besides the infamous Stark Tower - and yes, my words are dripping with sarcasm. 

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88. Hold out your hand and close your eyes.

A/N: This is I think the fifth one? Prompt #88.

Word count: 1177

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“Just do it, Sweetheart!” he laughs, watching her nervously gaze at him.

“I don’t want to! I’m scared of what you’ll do!” she protests, shaking her hands out as she took a slow breath.

“I won’t do anything bad,” he says, his smile leaving her breathless for just a second. Shouldn’t it be a sin to have such a perfect smile?

“Show me your hands,” she commands, watching as he held them up for her to examine. “Sam? Your hands.”

Sam, who had been quietly observing, raises his eyebrow.

“What makes you think I’m in on whatever this is?” Sam asks, looking wounded that she would think that he would take part.

“It’s probably because I switched out your coffee for decaf and you guys finally realized it and now you two want to get back at me,” she returns, watching his head cock to the side a little.

“You what?” Dean shouts, and she nervously grins at him. Maybe they hadn’t caught onto that…?

“Okay, so it’s not for that. Let me see your hands, Sam, and I’ll do it,” she bargains, looking between the two of them.

Sam flashes his hands, and she sees something move in his sleeve.

“I knew it!” she screeches, backing away from him. “What is it? I won’t let you do it unless you tell me what that was.”

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Dean says, grinning even wider. “You said you’d do it. Trust me, it won’t be anything bad.”

“But whatever it was, it was fuzzy,” she pouts, making a face at him. “It could be a tarantula or something gross.”

“It’s not gross, and it can’t hurt you,” Sam says soothingly, and she reluctantly sticks her hands out.

“Close your eyes,” Dean tells her, and she shifts her weight from foot to foot before finally closing them. “There we go. Now don’t drop it, okay?”

“Okay,” she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut tighter as she felt a tiny weight being placed in her hands. “Ew it’s fuzzy! It’s fuzzy!”

She feels hands underneath hers, and she very seriously considers dropping this thing into the hands and running for the hills.

Then she feels it nibbling on her thumb.

“It’s trying to eat me! Take it away! Take it away!” she shrieks, turning her face away so that even if she did open her eyes she wouldn’t have to see whatever it was.

“Just open your eyes and stop whining,” Dean says, and she whimpers as she opens her eyes, taking a quick peek to the brown mass in her hands before looking away once more.

“I swear if this is a giant ass spider I’m going to punch both of you in the dick,” she says, feeling the thing move slightly.

“You’re freaking out but you haven’t even looked yet,” Sam says in a playful tone, and she finally turns her face to look at the thing.

In her hands is a baby bunny, small, brown, and fuzzy.

“Oh!” she cries, lifting the thing closer to her face. “It’s so cute!”

“See? All that worrying for nothing,” Sam says, taking a step back from her. So it had been his hands under hers. She knew they weren’t Dean’s. They felt too big.

“It’s just…” she trails off, pressing the small creature to her cheek. “Dean?”

“I found it a little while ago and thought you might like it,” he says with a barely-there tint to his cheeks.

“Oh, it’s just so cute,” she repeats, looking into tiny beady eyes and the nose that wiggled so adorably.

“Okay, one more time,” Dean says, and she looks up to him quickly. “Give Sam the bunny and close your eyes.”

“I thought this was the present,” she says in a cautious voice as Sam took the baby bunny from her hands.

“That was to make you trust that I’m not going to put a bug in your hands,” he says with a knowing grin.

“Well, now that you’ve got my guard down, that would be the perfect time to put a bug in my hands,” she protests.

“Just close your eyes and hold out your damn hand,” Dean snaps grumpily.

She makes a face and does as he says, flinching when something cold is pressed into her hand. She feels Dean close her hand around the object, and when she look at him, his hand is still around hers.

“Dean?” she has a feeling that she might know what the object is, but she always thought that he would be more romantic about this.

“It’s not an engagement ring,” he says seriously, his green eyes holding hers.

“Oh,” she whispers, trying not to sound disappointed.

“But it’s an engagement ring,” he says quickly, and she looks to him curiously.

“Oh?” is all she can whisper. He hasn’t let her hand go yet so she can see what she’s dealing with.

“Dean, just let her look at it,” Sam says gently, holding the baby bunny in one big hand while watching his brother.

Dean’s eyes hold hers as he slowly releases her hand, letting her open her hand that had been clamped around the ring.

The coloring of it is not what a usual engagement ring looked like, and when she looks closely, she understands.

“You’re all about practicality and… I just thought that this was more practical than some flashy gold thing,” he explains softly. “It’s made of silver and iron, and there’s a little band of brass in there too, I think. And I got Bobby to etch an anti-possession sign on the inside.”

“Dean, I…” she’s speechless, staring at the mottled looking metal band.

“Like I said, it’s not an engagement ring but… It’s an engagement ring?” his voice pitches up slightly at the end like a question.

“Is this your way of asking me to marry you?” she whispers, holding the ring tightly in her hand.

“Yeah?” he returns, unsure. She wasn’t exactly giving him the reaction he had expected.

“Oh my God,” she groans, throwing her arms around his neck. “Yes. You don’t even have to ask.”

He hugs her close, grinning as she pulled back to kiss him before slipping the ring onto her finger.

“It’s a good fit,” she smiles at him. “Tight, so it won’t fall off.”

“Told you,” Sam mutters, and she looks to the taller Winchester with a question in her eyes. “He didn’t think you’d like it.”

“Of course I love it,” she nods, smiling happily to Dean. “God, a bunny and a ring. Best day of my life.”

“I love you, Sweetheart,” he murmurs gently, lifting her hand to kiss the ring she’s just put on.

“I love you too,” she returns, holding his cheeks to kiss him softly.

“Get a room,” Sam looks away, and she grins as she pulls away.

“Give me Doom,” she says, holding her hands out, and she watches his brows crinkle. “The rabbit. His name is Doom.”

Dean laughs loudly, his face splitting into a grin.

“God, I knew there’s a reason I love you.”

When canines forget

Title: When Canines forget.  Or what happens when you let Nursey and Dex dog sit.

Fandom: OMGCheckplease

Pairing: Caitlin Farmer/Chris Chow Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: G

Word count: 2097

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Chris is doing optional skate and the dog isn’t responding to its name.  They’re not terrible owners.  They feed the dog, they walk him, they give him belly rubs and biscuits (probably more biscuits than he deserves really) and they make sure that when they go on a long drive he gets enough of a gap out the back window to stick his nose through and sniff the breeze.  They also trained the dog, she was there, she remembers reading the book, carrying the treats in her bag, feeling her heart in her throat when she let him off the lead for the first time terrified that it would be the last she saw of him.  And besides, even if she hadn’t trained the dog she definitely gave him a name he recognised.

Except he doesn’t seem to be recognising it anymore.

She can see his ears prick up when she calls him, can hear him thwacking his tail excitedly against the cupboards as he glances between her and a very appealing slipper by the patio door.

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You’re the Only Ones that I Need                  Word Count: 1817

Evan stretched and yawned lightly. He turned to his side, expecting his arms to hit another body but he was instead met with empty blankets that were still a little warm. Of course, Ohm had already gotten up. He was probably downstairs, maybe in the kitchen, or living room. Before Evan could investigate his theory though, a warm arm draped across his side.

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Roommates.

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Reader(platonic), Bucky x Reader(kinda)
Summary: Wade is your roommate and you finally convince him to come and eat dinner with you, with Wade blaring the TV it’s hard to miss the Avengers on the screen but someone catches your eye.
Warnings: Language? Near Death experience? Mentions of sex. Mentions of face sitting ;)
Word Count: 2222

Originally posted by deadpoolbugle

Originally posted by eatalotandsleepalot

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I've Got A Theory....

A/N: if you get the title reference, then we should totally be best mates.

Reid x Reader

Spencer groaned watching the images on the screen, his dick in his hand as he worked it up and down.

You had been away for three weeks and those three weeks had been hell. Before you’d gone he made a ridiculous pact with himself that he wouldn’t touch himself until you were back. But it was too much, he’d become used to having regular sex and three weeks was killing him. Finally he’d given in and got his laptop out, sitting on the couch and indulging in some good old fashioned porn. Sure he’d only have to wait another day or so to see you but given how long it had been, he knew he’d go off like a rocket as soon as you touched him. And he didn’t want that. So he decided to give his pipes a clean out. Desensitise the sausage.

The girls on the screen weren’t as hot as you were but they were getting the job done.

You were exhausted but pleased you’d managed to catch that early flight. Now you could surprise Spencer. You’d checked in at the BAU, making sure he hadn’t been pulled out on a case whilst you’d been away guest lecturing, so you knew he was at his apartment. Hauling your suitcase up the few flights of stairs you stopped just outside his door, searching your bags for the spare key he’d given you.

And that was when you heard it.

Moaning.

The distinct sound of a woman moaning. And then the groan that you recognised without a doubt as your boyfriend’s sex groan.

Well then. That was it. He was cheating on you. Brilliant.

You leaned in to the door, fighting back anger and tears.

Wait a sec.

Nope.

The female moans were tinny, like they were coming through speakers.

Which meant one thing.

He was watching porn.

Spencer was watching porn.

Well, least he’d be ready and raring to go.

You found your key and slotted it into the lock.

Shit shit shit shit shit!

Spencer heard the tell tale sound of his front door unlocking. His mashed at the keyboard, quickly deleting the Internet history and pulling up You Tube, clicking it to the first video he saw and then shoving his dick back into his pants.

Only Morgan and you had a key to his apartment and he knew that if Morgan found him watching porn he’d never live it down, and if you found him watching porn surely your feelings would be hurt. Women didn’t like their guys watching that sort of stuff, did they?

You swung open the door and dragged your suitcase in expecting to see a very specific site in front of you.

Except, nope. His pants were up and a cutesy video of some sort was up on the screen. Seeing you there, he tossed the laptop to one side shutting the lid so that it closed down automatically, and rushed over to you.

“Y/N! What are you doing back so early!”

You scrutinised him carefully. Face flushed, pupils slightly dilated, lips chapped from biting down on them. All the tell tale signs that he’d been doing something. You knew he masterbated, almost everyone indulged in a little do it yourself. You’d even caught him doing it before and it turned into a very hot and heavy session. So why was he being so weird about it?

“I caught an earlier flight. Thought I’d surprise you. Is everything okay?”

His eyes flickered over to the laptop and back to you.

“Everything’s fine! Why wouldn’t it be? I’ve just missed you that’s all, and I’m super happy you’re home.”

“Are you sure? You’re acting a little weird right now, like you’re on edge. Did I…. interrupt something? Because if I did, we can always head to the bedroom to carry on,” you raised your eyes provocatively and touched your hand to his groin. He’d definitely been doing something.

“No! Wait… No, you didn’t interrupt anything but yes let’s head to the bedroom.”

He took your hand and led you to his room, quickly distracting you with his mouth. And because he himself was so distracted by the thought of what you’d say if you’d caught him watching porn, he didn’t go off like a rocket.

In fact it took him so long to finish that you were starting to wonder if something was wrong. So when you’d both finally finished and he had fallen asleep, you slipped out of the room and powered his laptop back up. You knew his password just like he knew yours.

And the only thing in the Internet history was a video which showed cute little bunnies frolicking around on a hill side.

Bunnies.

Fucking bunnies?

He’d definitely been wanking before you’d entered the apartment.

To bunnies?

He’d been getting turned on by bunnies?

You tried so badly not to freak out. People had fetish’s, some people had majorly weird fetish’s.

You just never expected Spencer to have one. How had he managed to hide it from you for so long? Or was it a reasonably new thing ? Had he stumbled across sexy bunnies when you’d been out of town? You couldn’t bring yourself to watch the video. Given the female moaning you’d heard through the door you could only presume that some sick fuck had tweaked the video, laying sound effects over it. After an hour or so of pacing the apartment and trying not to have a meltdown, you finally calmed down enough to get back into bed.

Where you lay with your arms straight by your side, not touching Spencer and not sleeping. Your mind was in overdrive.

By the time the morning rolled around you’d just about accepted it. You loved Spencer, everyone had their own kinks and this was just his. Maybe you could work with it. Bunnies were cute right? Maybe you could dress up as one. He’d clearly not been as into you last night as he normally was, perhaps a cute pair of bunny ears and a tail would change that?

Yes, that’s what you’d do.

Spencer was finishing up in the bathroom and you were getting ready to surprise him. You’d done your best to act normal around him today, you loved him and no weird little kink was going to turn you off him.

Unless it turn out that he’d actually been fucking bunnies somehow in which case you figured you might have to call someone.

After a nice breakfast together you both went out to run errands, going your separate ways for a few hours. And in those few hours you’d found a costume shop. You’d been torn between a playboy bunny leotard with the collar, cuffs, ears and tail, and a full blown furry rabbit outfit that would cover you from head to foot. In the end, you’d gone for the playboy bunny option. At least that way you wouldn’t feel so weird. And if it turned out that it didn’t turn him on, well you’d go back to the store and purchase the other one.

You finished drawing whiskers onto your face, assessing yourself in the the mirror. You actually looked pretty good. You just hoped it would be enough. The door to the bedroom swung open and Spencer walk in, stopping dead in his tracks as you stood posed with your hand on one hip.

“Hey there, big boy,” why on earth you’d decided to lead with that you didn’t know. His eyes raked over your body, taking in the outfit and a smirk spread across his face. He strode over to you and captured your lips in a breath taking kiss before releasing you and pulling back.

“Not that I’m complaining, but to what do I owe this pleasure?” his voice was low and gravelly, the way it was when you knew he was turned on. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God. So this will get you going then? I thought I’d have to go back to the store and get the other one.”

“Huh?” confusion crossed his features. “Why wouldn’t it get me going. Although you should realise that you don’t have to dress up to do that?”

“I don’t? Is dressing up not part of it then? Do I need to like, get on the floor and wiggle and twitch my nose or something instead? Should I fetch a carrot from the kitchen, I bought a bunch just in case.”

“Y/N, what on earth are you talking about?”

Oh God, you’d hoped he’d just accept your outfit and efforts and that you wouldn’t have to deal with his denial.

“Spencer, I know okay. You don’t have to hide it from me. I mean, sure I was a little freaked out to begin with but then I remembered how when I was a little girl I used to be weirdly attracted to the fox version of Robin Hood. I get it, it’s fine.”

“Get what exactly?”

Ugh. This was worse than you imagined.

“Spencer, I know that you get off to bunny porn okay!”

His jaw dropped.

“W-what…. W-hat… B-bunny porn? What even is t-that,” he hadn’t stuttered around you in ages. He must have been super nervous. You moved forward and took his hands.

“Last night, when I came home early. I could hear moaning through the door so I knew you were doing something. And then you tried to hide it and practically threw the laptop across the room. So after you’d gone to sleep I looked. I saw the bunny video on YouTube Spencer, I know that’s what you were watching whilst you were wanking.”

He started to speak but you interrupted him. “I was freaked out. I’m not ashamed to say it. But I love you and if bunnies are what turn you on then….”

“Jesus fucking christ Y/N,” he jumped in, cutting you off. “I wasn’t watching bunny porn, I was watching normal porn.”

“Babe, that’s not normal to most people. I know it is to you but….”

“No!!” he was starting to turn red now. “Bunnies do not get me off, no animals do. I was watching regular porn but I thought you’d be pissed at me so I quickly deleted my browser history and clicked on the first video I found.”

Wait, what?

Huh.

That actually sounded logical.

“So you weren’t getting off to rabbits?”

He shook his head, “Fuck no!  Just normal standard, run of the mill porn.”

“Oh thank God.”

“You seriously thought that I…?”

You nodded furiously, “Yes.”

“So you dressed up like this for me?”

You nodded again. “I love you, I want you to be happy. And if dressing as a rabbit made that happen then I would dress as a rabbit.”

His face softened into a loving smile. “As weird as this all is, that’s really amazing that you’d do that. I love you so much.”

“Good, you’d better do. Because I’ve been in turmoil about this for the last 24 hours. ”

“I can’t believe you’d think that I’d find bunnies sexual….. I mean I know the British caramel bunny is quite provocative looking but she’s a cartoon.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “What was I meant to think? You’d clearly been masturbating and I’d heard noises - which if I can head through the door by the way then you gotta think your neighbours could hear too, ever heard of headphones Spencer? Anyway, I knew you’d been doing something and then all I can find on your laptop is bunnies. Do you really think I’d be pissed at you for watching porn?”

He nodded.

“Spencer, baby. Watch all the porn you want. As long as it doesn’t affect our sex life then go for it. Hell even I’ve been known to watch the odd porno when I’ve been alone and feeling frisky.”

“You have?”

Now it was your turn to nod. “Yup, it’s not just for men. In fact if you do your research I bet you’ll find that the percentage of women who watch is a lot higher than you’d think. Now, now that I know you’re not into cutesy little bunnies, I’m gonna take these ridiculous ears off.”

Spencer looked you up and down and then bit his lip. You knew that look.

“You want me to leave them on don’t you?”

“You do look super sexy. It’s not the ears, it’s the outfit as a whole. And you did go through a lot of effort, would be a shame to waste it.”

“Are you gonna show me how much you appreciate the effort?”

He grinned and pulled you towards him, his hand reaching round to your ass and squeezing your fluffy tail.

“You betcha, bunny.”

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Judy has been shot through the hear and and is mopping about it. Nick try lifting her feelings by looking through it funnily :)

“It’s not so bad, Carrots. Not really.” the red fox soothed, handing over a modest bowl of bunny trails ice cream to the smaller mammal who grumped in the drivers seat. 

Her shoulders thudded against the back of the chair, one paw gripping the bowl while the other stabbed at the scoop of vanilla ice cream streaked with caramel, chocolate and peanut butter.”It’s humiliating.” came her mumbled reply. 

There was no helping it, despite his feeling responsible for making her feel better he couldn’t resist that childish pout she took on. She was always so professional, so the small glimpses into her softer sides were always a treat for him to gnaw on. 

“Awh, don’t be like that. You got praised when you got back from the hospital by Bogo, have been showered with all sorts of little treats - including that ice cream which is beginning to melt. If you’re not going to eat it..” A paw reached over the center console to come up empty handed as she twisted the frozen delight out of his reach. 

“I couldn’t hear half of it and I yelled - Yelled- all of my responses. I saw people snickering.” A little chocolate bunny was inserted into her mouth and she chewed. She really was feeling down, she wasn’t just stabbing the ice cream, she was digging out the little chocolate and peanut butter morsels hidden throughout. That was a depressed Judy move if ever he’d seen one. 

“Jamie and Mindo always sound like they’re cackling, they’re hyenas.” 

“That’s species-est, Officer Fox.” 

“Not if it’s true.” Nick scoffed in return, drawing his attention up to the sizeable culprit to her sour mood. A hole just about big enough for him to fit a pen through was marring one of her slumped ears near the side of her head, precursor by a streak of baldness that was beginning to fill out with fur again where the bullet had grazed his partner.  It had been such a close call, and she had gone down so fast out of shock and the volume of the sound of the weapon he was sure he’d see some horror show once he was on top of her. 

That vice grip clench on his chest returned whenever he lingered on it, reliving the memory, but now was not the time to let that lull him into silence. She was a stewer, and he needed to relieve some of that pressure. 

“Really, It’s quite fashionable, if you ask me.” he remarked, the woman rolling her eyes with a scoff. “No, really! Imagine all of the things you can do with it.” 

“Yeah, like what?” another chocolate bunny was ushered to its demise but at least he had her attention, however unamused it may have been. 

“Like, for one, you now have a really cool scar to go along with a really cool cop story. The only scar I have so far is right across my ass. How am I going to go around wooing vixens with a butt scar?” A toothy grin crossed his features, his tail wagging in emphasis and she rolled her eyes, turning her head to hide the hint of a smile behind her spoon. 

“Bitches love battlescars, Carrots.”

Nick.” Judy chided, crinkling her nose in amusement. “That leopard would have had you if you hadn’t been able to squeeze through that fence. What is it with you and big cats?”

“Hold on! We’re not even approaching the accessories you can now use. Not sure if you’re glammed up enough for a special event? Get yourself a gem encrusted cork! Pop it in there and you’re good. Or cuffs. You could have an ear cuff that jingles whenever your ear twitches. You’d be the belle of the ball with your bullet hole accessories. Do you hear that?” His right paw lifted his thumb to his ear, smallest digit toward his shout as if answering a phone. His eyes opened wide leaning forward in excitement, “It’s Vogue calling and they want your fashion secrets.” 

Her smaller paw reached out to paw at his muzzle, pushing him away with a low giggle, “Stop it, you’re being ridiculous now.” And there goes the first full scoop of ice cream. Success was within his grasp. 

“There are tactical benefits as well, Cotton tail.” A finger wagged at her, the rabbit now facing him with her back to her car door and ready for his analysis. “I could use it as a spy hole, you know? Just position you behind a bush and peer right through it.” 

“Jesus, Nick!” 

“Don’t like that? Well, we could also put a mirror in there, a little one so you can flash codes back and forth between agents and still have your hands free. A tactical hole. A tactcal-hole.” His fingers wiggled ominously and she couldn’t keep it in. 

Judy laughed, pushing against his chest with a foot as she righted herself through her fits of amusement. “You are a lunatic, Wilde! Keep your colorful ideas about my piercing to yourself from here on out, you hear?”

“Do you? I bet your reception would get even better if you fit a tiny satellite in there..” A spoon bounced off of his snout, caught just in time for him to pop it in his mouth to clean off what was left of the ice cream she’d been eating from it. 

It wasn’t long before they were on the road again, back on patrol and silence began to fall between the pair. He didn’t mind, however. The quiet was a far different quiet than before - her ears were up and alert, her eyes brighter and a contented turn of her lips replaced the stoic, reserved line they had that morning.

“Thank you.” His thick ears perked, a brow lifting as his lazy green eyes turned from her lips up to her own violet hues. 

“Mm?” he hummed.

“For… Everything. Just, thanks.” her smile grew a bit wider. A bit fonder. A bit more complete and he mirrored the gesture for a short moment before clicking his tongue and shaking his head to look back out of his own window. 

“Silly bunnies. So emotional.” 

EXO When You Are a Hybrid

Xiumin: (Rabbit Hybrid)

   You rub at your heavy-lidded eyes as you pad down to your kitchen. Smelling the heavenly aroma of coffee, you knew Minseok was already up. As he usually was before you. Pulling your hair into a bun, you made careful not to snag your long ears. Sitting down at the bar island, Minseok placed a mug topped with whip cream in front of you. “New recipe?” You asked while taking a hearty gulp, it was delicious, as always. “Yup.” Minseok giggled as he wiped whip cream from you top lip, which made you grin. “I love your gap. “ He said referencing to the small gap between your two front teeth, everyone in your family had it. It came with the ears.  

Luhan: (Deer Hybrid)

   Rushing past an old couple, you speed up your pace to your boyfriend’s apartment. It was Halloween Night and Luhan had begged you to go to a costume party with him. Usually you would refuse seeing as being half deer half human made it extremely hard to dress up as something else, but because you loved him, you agreed. “Luhannie? I’m he-“You called before stopping blank at the sight in front of you. Luhan had made himself into a fawn, he had attached fake deer ears to his head and even painted spots on his pale skin to mimic your image. Luhan smiled shyly at you, “Do you like it, Jagi?” You had to swallow back a lump before speaking. “I love it, and I love you Luhan.”  

Kris: (Snake Hybrid)

   You hold back your laugh tickling your throat as you crawl on the floor towards your prey. Kris had been insanely bored and had suggested a game of hide and seek in the dark. Only, he forgot that you could sense his body heat and literally see his outline with your snake eyes. Not that you needed them, your boyfriend was a stumbling giant who couldn’t be quiet to save his life. Quickly slithering forward, you spring onto Kris, who takes both of you down. After a few giggles and groans, you flick your forked tongue out. “Best two out of three?”

Lay: (Sheep Hybrid)

   “Yixing, where are you?” You called out to the dark apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. You turn your head at the sound of a small gasp coming from your bedroom. A small prickle of fear rushed up from your feet to the tips of your sheep ears. Slowly walking into the bedroom, you see Yixing sitting on the bed writing in a notebook. “Jagi! You’re home, how was-“Yixing chattered before a shopping bag tumbled out of the closet. Before he had time to react, you reached in and felt what you knew would be in there: a wool sweater. Turning around you see a somber Yixing with his head hung low. A small smile touched your lips, “SheepXing, it’s okay, it’s just a sweater.”

Suho: (Fox Hybrid)

    “Suho! Please, can we stop?” You beg as you try not to groan from the strenuous position you’ve been keeping for the last 15 minutes. “Why?” Suho asked while continuing to snap photos of you posing from the tree. “I’m getting a crick in my shoulder and its cold!” Your fox ears lower down with all your energy that’s vanished. “Okay, we will in a moment, but the sun came out again and it’s making your brown eyes glow!” Suho giddily smiled before clicking away for the next half hour.  

Chen: (Cat Hybrid)

     You sighed in content from the sun’s rays on your stretched out body. Daily naps with your boyfriend was all you could ever ask for. “Jagiya? Please stop moving, I can’t fall asleep.” Chen whined behind you. You frowned at his voice, “I’m not moving.” Turning around to looking at Chen, you see your tabby-colored tail swaying across his face. “Yes, you are.” Chen responded while flicking one of your cat ears.

Chanyeol: (Meerkat Hybrid)

    “I swear to god Chanyeol, I’m going to murder you!” You groan in frustration as you caught your boyfriend mimicking your “meerkat” pose behind you for the last 20 minutes. “Oh come on, jagiya! It’s fun!” Chanyeol pouted his face to make his point more valid. “Look, even your nose and whiskers are scrunched up!” You angrily stared at your boyfriend’s beaming face before turning to grab your shoes and keys. “I’m hanging out with Kyungsoo.”

Baekhyun: (Mouse Hybrid)

   Baekhyun would love how your nose would twitch at the sight of cheese, as ironic as it was. He could never stop the giggles when the tremor from your nose wiggled throughout your whiskers. You guys have had pasta for the past four nights, not that Baekhyun cared, as long as you were happy. “Jagi?”

“Yeah Baby?”

“You’re doing it again.”

You look down to see the parmesan bottle empty and your pasta covered in a mountain of white flakes.

“Oh, dammit!”

D.O: (Wolf Hybrid)

  “Come on, Kyungsoo-ah!! You’re doing great!” You cheer him on as you guys race through the forest path. Kyungsoo had wanted to slim down a bit so you offered a jog through the forest. Although completely out of breath, he was able to beam brightly at your comment. Sprinting past tree after tree, your wolf ears pricked at the sound of rushing water. “Kyungsoo-ah!” You cry while grabbing the back of his sweatshirt before he goes face first into the roaring river. “Ah-hah, thanks jagi.” Kyungsoo smiled nervously.

Tao: (White Tiger Hybrid)

   “Tao. Come on, I’m serious get up. Tao… TAO!” You firmly said with your arms across your chest. Your white and black striped tail flickered back and forth with annoyance at your lazy-ass boyfriend. It was 1 in the afternoon and he was still sleeping. Trying to pull and prod him did no good, either. This called for your secret weapon. Lightly springing onto the bed, you straddled his back. A small moan muffled by the pillows reached your ears. Smiling to yourself, you rake your nails slowly down his back. Leaning close to your boyfriend’s ear you purr, “Tao, get up before I kick your panda ass.” With that, you move your nails down a bit harder this time making Tao hiss. You smile in victory as he gets up to take a shower. “Shut up.” He directs at you while looking at his back in the mirror.

Kai: (Lynx Hybrid)

  “Like this?” You ask your boyfriend as you copy that dance move he’s been teaching you. Leaping into the air, you execute a spin before landing nimbly onto the balls of your feet. “Jagi, that was amazing! I think you might be better than me!” Kai said in surprise. You giggle as you slink towards the beautiful dancer. Swishing your tail to push the two of you closer together, you purr in content. “I’m not better than you baby, I just have a great teacher.”

Sehun: (Raven Hybrid)

  “Sehun, can you help me with my choker?” You ask while holding your hair up. A grumble was all you got in response before your lanky boyfriend went behind you. As he tighten the clasp, his fingers brush against the onyx black feathers on your neck. “AHH!” You try to pull away from the tickling feeling. “Oh no, Babe, come back here.” Sehun wrapped a long arm around you before going for your neck again. “SeNoodle!” You laughed as you blinked back happy tears.


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A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Chapter 5/5

Words: 2053

Author’s notes: Finally the last chapter! I hope you enjoyed this story! And now onto other stuff (like, I don’t know, the actual plot of the AU?)(Mod Junior “oooo’s” in the background)(And yes, there is an actual plot ;P) ~Mod Roy


He crouched low, hoping that the rustling in the bushes wasn’t the wind. This was it, it has to be. Too long has he been hunting, looking for some prey. After a while, he jumped out and ran face first into the defenseless… rock.

Link huffed and sat down, scrunching up his sore snout. Soon he was up once again, bending his front legs as he heard big footsteps behind him.

Ganon looked at the crouching wolf, “What are you doing?”

Pouncing,” He wiggled his butt, tail up in the air, “I need to hunt right?”

“Son,” The larger animal draped a front leg over Link, “Let a pro show you how it’s done.”

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Red Thread III

A/N: I have an AO3 under the same name. I tried to keep the characters in there personalitys as much as I could sorry its gendered. This is for a fem!friend!

Pairing: Hanzo/Fem!reader


You awoke later that morning to hushed whispers. Looking right over to the door you saw figures standing at the sliding door. It was still dark in medical area you were in however outside the sliding door. The door had a tint on it keeping you from seeing the details.

There was a hunched over figure, with two others. One was definitely a female, she was short with something on her head. The other was a man..? His torso was muscular and wore his hair up, but below his belt line his legs got bulky…

They were whispering harshly towards the hunched over one who let a loud laugh that made you wince. The two quickly shushed him.

“Do you want to wake her?!” a male voiced whispered

“We cant let Mercy know we are here, Junkrat! We wont be able to get a glimpse of her.” the feminine voiced figure told the “Junkrat”..?

“Hello..?” you whispered out as load as your voice would let you. All three of them froze up, other than their turning heads to the sliding glass door. Just as it looked like they were going to recover, loud clicking heels set them in a frenzy. They stumbled the opposite direction of the closing in clicking.

The figures disappeared by the time the heels had stopped at the door. Angela’s ponytail let you know that those heels belonged to her. You turned your head when the door slide open letting in the blinding light with the doctor.

“Athena told me you were awake. I sincerely hope it wasn’t because of those three.” she walked over to you to check on your drip bags. 

You looked over to her questioning at who this ‘Athena’ was.

“Athena is an AI that watches over the base while helping us when we need it.” Angela offered as she pulled out the IV’s that were attached to your arms. while she tended to them, you noticed her thread when she leaned close.

It was a healthy, vibrant red. It was complete while being free of tangles. You stared at it in awe. You were so fixated at, it was what a thread was supposed to look like. You looked down at yours, it had finally gain some coloring since this morning but it was still cringe worthy to look at. 

You looked back at at Angela just as she had walked off though a door that was to our left.

“Ms.Angela.. what…you..doin’?” 

“Oh! I’m just getting the shower area ready for you!” she called from the door. The blonde then sailed out of the room over too you. She undid the left railing then gently pulled the covers off of you. 

You shivered at the air.

“Unfortunately, since you lost so much weight, muscle, and have been in a control environment for so long your body doesn’t know how to respond to an average temperature.” Angela slowly helped you move your legs over to the side of your bed.

“Do you want to try to walk? If not I can wheel you too the bathroom.” she spoke softly to you. You nodded your head eagerly at the thought of walking.

“Alright but you have to use me as a crutch! I do not care how much weight you have to put on me. We will get you to the bathroom in one way or another!” she fist pumped before helping you to a standing position. 

You groaned loudly as you felt your body creak after you feet had touched the ground. Your ankles were stiff while your legs felt like lead. Angela grabbed your left arm putting it over her shoulders. Her right around your waist. She then looked down at you and smiled.

“Are you ready?” You nodded your head with vigor.

“ready…” you whispered out.

“Okay! Baby steps, but remember, put as much weight as you need on me. Also, take as long as you want.” you nodded again at her.

You stared at your feet and slowly moved your right foot out to take a short step. Then your left to take another small step.

‘Right’

‘Left’

‘Dear god this is awful!’

‘Right’

‘Left’

“Yea!’

“There you go! Just a few more steps, Frualine!” you clenched your eyes as you huffed already out of breath from just a few steps.

‘I cant do this!’ you paused in your aided walk then greedily took down gulps of air. You looked at how close the door way was, even though it felt so far.

“Do you want to stop?”  

“n-no..” you huffed out as you took another step. 

‘Right’

‘Left’

‘Right’

Oh dear god just hang donuts in front of me and Ill run for it.’ you mentally groaned.

At this poin,t you were inside the door way. Angela then heaved you over to sit on the toilet seat on the opposite side of the doorway..

“You have made so much progress in such little time! But please next time do not push yourself to hard. I do not want you hurting yourself.” the blonde whispered as she helped you take your gown off. 

You blushed once you were completely nude in front of some one you didn’t really know. It was silly really, she was a doctor. 

The bathroom was dim like the main medical room. You looked over to see though the doorway and then you saw a mirror right next to the door way. It was large, but you could only see the section the toilet was in. That was when you noticed the figure on the john.

Long white hair, in fact it looked like most of the body hair was white.. Even their eyelashes were void of color. Their hair was lifeless while being greasy looking. 

They skin was pasty but not sickly.

Their eyes was what caught you off guard. 

They were pale gray orbs. 

Your nose started to ich as the doctor turned on the water. Going to scratch it however, so did the figure. 

Your heart stopped.

That figure was you. 

Your skin tone was a pasty version of your normal healthy glow.

The hair color your beautiful mother gave you was white, lifeless even.

Your fathers eyes were gone. Replaced with the grey, empty orbs that saw better in the dark. 

Your figure was gone. Your breasts were hardly there.

You looked away. You knew you looked bad just never to this degree. A hand gently placed itself on your shoulder that pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up to see Angela’s worried face.

“look like something out of Macbeth..” you croaked out.

“You look significantly better since we found you. The nano tech will help if you aid it to help you.” she pulled you up and help you to the bench in the shower. 

The bath felt glorious. It made you feel so much better even if the doctor was very adamant about helping you. After the turned off the water, Angela wrapped on the the fluffiest warm towels around you.

“Let me go get the clothing Hana gave me for you.”  the blonde moved over to the sink to bring bring over a folded bundle.

One awkward change later and you were dressed in a pink shirt with a winking rabbit, it was soft compared to the gown that you awoke in. Long black leggings that kept your cold legs warm. A rabbit hoodie that was rather on the large side on you with black fluffy socks that covered your feet. You, at that moment were the most comfortable person alive right now. You happily wiggled your toes in the warm fluffy socks. 

Angela then help you back to the bed hen help you get situated on the bed. You noticed the sheets were clean and fresh.You then looked at your doctor.

“when am I going to be able to walk on my own…” you whispered to her,

“If you are willing to work towards it, it can be much sooner than I expect it to be; but its all up to you and how fast you want to take it.” she re-did your I.V.s,

“I think within a few days you’ll be able to eat solid food.” 

“Pizza…” you looked at her with determination

“We’ll have to see how your body is doing first!” she laughed.

Knock Knock

You and Angela turned your heads towards the sliding glass doors. The same figures you saw earlier were back.

“So.. You three return.” Angela mused at them as she looked at the figures.

The doors slide open letting blinding light (to you at least) you closed your eyes looking away. 

The doctor in the mean time, watched the 3 curious individuals that walked in meekly. The doors closed behind them with a “hiss”. Making yourself look back to see these people who so desperately wanted to get a look at you.

The girl had her hair up in a bun while wearing almost the same thing you were wearing but with pants and sneakers. Her hands were behind her back as she looked at the floor guilty.

The 2nd was a dark skinned man with his hair down in chuncky dreads. He wore a tight sleeveless shirt but he wasn’t wearing pants his legs were robotic looking. His ‘feet’ had ice skate blades on them even if they acted like roller blades. They even glowed green! He had a huge smile on his face and was looking at you while waving. His snub of thread trailed after the wave.

You blushed at his staring so you returned the smile and wave.

The 3rd…he was.. Well, he was dirty. His hair seemed like he stuck his head in a light socked. His shirt was a wife beater than was strikingly clean compared to him. his arm was a prosthetic like his peg leg.He had a wild smile on his face as he looked at Angela.

“We just wanted to see our guest..” the dark haired girl murmured still looking at her feet.

“Yea! Yuh ‘ave kept her here foreva!” the man with the shocking hair shouted at the doctor with glee. The man with the bronzed skin nodded deeply with a hum.

Angela looked at you with concerned eyes, then back at them. 

“Have you guys gotten yourselves as clean as your gonna get? We don’t need her getting sick.” her voice was strict, questioning.

They nodded at her. The blonde stared at them for a long minute then she looked back at you with smile her warmness returning. 

“Mien frualine, This is Hana, Lucio, and Jamison.” pointing to each one to tell you their name. 

Hana came up to you with a happy skip in her step. She walked up to your right side. Her hand coming from behind her back revealed a cashmere bear with a yellow ribbon around its neck.

“Here! Its a get-well bear! We thought it would be nice since this medical ward is gloomy!” you took the bear from her offering hands with stary eyes. The gift made your insides warm and fuzzy. Smiling you nodded at all them a thank you.

The two men walked around the bed to the left side to stand.  

“So how you feelin’?” Lucio asked you. 

You looked at him then shrugged your shoulders. You were feeling okay for how your body was at this point in time.

“Mercy thought we didn’ make it in time to get yuh ‘ere” The Aussie spoke with a low voice while hanging off the railing of the bed.  You looked over to the blonde woman only to find that she wasn’t there. 

“She went back to her office since she isn’t the only one here now. Might be working on paper work.” Hana offered.

“okay..” you whispered  

“Not much of a voice, eh?” you nodded at the dreaded head man. 

“Well, what do yuh expect! she has been alseep for 600 ‘ears!” the thick accents voice snapped at the dark skinned man. Hana and Lucio looked sharply at him causing him to utter an ‘opps’

You stared wide eye at him. You felt your bubble shatter at those uttered words. you hands tighten around the bear as our heart raced.

‘600 years! …I’ve been asleep for 600 years!’ 

You looked at all the  floating objects in the room while thinking back to what Angela said you earlier that morning.

“Cryo pods didn’t go into use or manufacturing until 2506.”

Your eyes watered at the thought of your parents.

The urge to run shot though you like electricity. 

You obeyed it. 

You shot out of the right side of the bed. Knocking into Hana sending her into the ground. She let out a gasp when she fell the two men shocked at the sudden movement that you just shown.

You legs creaked at the pressure you put on them; Your arm filled with pain as you ran towards the sliding glass doors. The doors slide open causing that blinding light to engulf your vision but you kept running. 

You ran as fast and as far as your legs would take you. You didn’t care where you ended as long as it was far away from there.

‘I just want go home!’ 

"Get Home Safe" - Smutty Ashton Irwin One Shot

  You just shut the dresser drawer. The cloud-like silk of your new panties pressed tight against your shower fresh skin. You were still a bit red from the hot water and the lotion buzzed the scent of vanilla. Ashton really didn’t have to buy you all this the other day but-

“I need to treat my baby girl like the princess she is.” Ashton had told you after the pink tissue paper hit the duvet and you tried to protest. His palms found your jawline, fingers keeping your lips from saying more. “My lips”, as Ashton referred to them.

The high rise penthouse was quiet, as you were the only one home. It was Sunday night, close to 7:00, and pouring rain. Ashton was going to be home soon, driving back from the airport, a 2 week long business trip in Singapore.

And you hated that because those people in suits took your boyfriend’s time. Took him away from you. They took his dirty blonde curls and saw them combed back and tamed. His body covered and wearing the Armani suit like it was made with his broad shoulders in mind. His strong hands that gave controlled and planned gestures to skillfully explain just how to get the deal done. Done perfectly, and in his way. And oh, his eyes, his burning hazel eyes that pierced them with the promise that they needed him. Said, straightforward and with no possible pretense: Success.

You missed him, so much it made your skin feel tight and itch with the necessity to be grabbed. Clutched and pulled. Those hands pinning those Saint Laurent cuff links that should be gripping your waist. Fitting like the pinks curved into sticky orange of the sunset hanging over Manhattan. The cold buckle of his belt that had to be rubbing into your spine as you bent over. Needed it. All of it. All of him.

It was torrential rain and….and Ashton was driving.  You needed him home and safe and you hated this worry. He was gone for 2 weeks and he was their’s but he is yours. You picked up your phone and dialed before falling onto the sheets. Sheets that smelled like Tom Ford and Dior, like his skin and that meant home. If you could crawl into his chest and never leave that could work.

It barely rang twice before he answered.

“Love,” was his simple answer. His deep, calm voice sparked at the source to light up and travel across the cities as live wire, electrifying every nerve you had. And you felt him everywhere, toes and fingertips and chest and eyes, knees and hips and fuck, underneath the silk.

“Ash,” you breathed into the phone, mouth wide open. No shame.

“My love,” Ashton sighed. And you knew his knuckles were under his chin, driving one handed as he listened to your voice through the speakers of his Bentley. The charcoal one. The same one he fucked you with his fingers in on the night he told you he loved you. Just this phone call was getting you winded, thinking, thinking, thinking.

“I miss you.” You don’t care that you sound lost and needy. You are.

“And I you,” he said. Controlled. Always controlled, except around you.

His words ended there, so you fill the silence.

“I wanted to know if you were close. It’s, baby it’s raining so hard and I need you home. Safe.”

Again, it’s quiet. You can hear the rain hitting his car through the phone and the panicked drops of water are in time with your own anxiety.

“Baby-” You start to say, to make sure he’s still there. Maybe his reception was cutting out or something-

“I’m still here,” Ashton sounded, cutting you off gently. You blink up at the ceiling and rest your hand on your bare stomach. “Okay,” You say weakly, nodding fervently. Just need you baby. Need you….

“Princess,” Ashton begins, and you absolutely light up at that, wiggling into sitting position and gasping almost inaudibly. Almost.

“Now princess, calm. Be calm…” He replied in a soothing voice, sensing the rabbiting of your heart miles and miles away. “Breathe, baby girl.”

So you did, breathed. Casting a look towards the hallway of your bedroom and at his side of the closet. A hot lick of bravery shot up your legs, mixing into your thighs. “Daddy….” You breathed.

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other line, then silence. Then the clearing of his throat. “Princess,” Ashton muttered admonishingly. In that tone. The one that meant everything was perfect as long as you had each other. Each requiring the other to be driven insane. Getting off on it.

“But Daddy, I miss you so much it’s been so long and, and I haven’t…”

“Haven’t what, darling?” Ashton encourages softly, seeping into your stomach and twisting the want, cranking the dial to “desperation.” He knows. Always knows you.

“Haven’t touched…” You answered reluctantly, allowing your voice to drop off before fully finishing your sentence.

“Yourself, my girl? Haven’t touched yourself?” Ash supplies politely.

You nod, forgetting that he cannot in fact see you, before realizing and mumbling a noise that can be taken as a “yes.”

“Oh, my gorgeous girl,” Ashton sighed and chuckled faintly. You let out a whine just after, pulling a “tsk” from Ashton.

“Kitten, don’t whine.” Ashton instructed.

“Daddy, come home.” You replied, getting up and padding over to his hanging shirts, fingers dragging across each one, savoring the feeling to your skin.

“I’ll get there when I get there,” he said as you opened his drawer and yanked out a forest green sleep t-shirt. Pressed to your nose, you drank the scent from his shirt: his cologne and aftershave. His hair and his skin.

“I can’t wait much longer, Ash I-”

“What happened to Daddy, my love?” Ashton asked thoughtfully but with discipline. You stopped mid step, tripping a little.

“Daddy, I’m…I’m sorry.” He was going to play this game all night. Both of you were.

“That’s my girl. My good girl. So sweet. But so impatient, huh? Can’t wait any more?”

“Mmm, no,” You said, biting your lip hard. He can tell by the way you sound because he’s now saying,

“No biting, baby girl. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Your lip popped free from your canines, the canines Ashton so adored. He called you his pup. “I can’t wait,” You repeated, feeling pathetic but so alive.

“I know, shh…I know,” Ashton said. “So why don’t you go lay down in bed, beautiful, and do as I tell you?”

Shivers run down your back and up to your bare chest. Heaving now.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” Ashton asks, voice and intentions clear.

“Okay, D-daddy.”

“That’s good. Now are you on the bed?” Ash asked as you sat yourself down on the fluffy black pillows and shook your hair back. “Mmhmm, I am, Daddy.”

“Excellent, doing so well, kitten. Now, take your panties off. I know they’re all you’re in, you hate wearing those pj’s, don’t you princess?”

“I hate it,” You whisper and slide the silk down your legs, it pools around your ankles, the barely there fabric.

“The baby blue ones I got you before I left?” He asks. You nod and remember to say “Yes, Daddy.”

“Now love, keep me close as you take your free hand and reach down to your tits, okay?” Ashton tells you more than asks, accent lilting with seduction only he can have. Can ooze.

You make a moaning sound deep in your throat as an answer, a conformation, and do as you are told. Silence save for the pattering of rain out the blinds covered windows. City lights blurry but shining through. It’s dark in the room but not enough to hinder the sight of your body. Silence but for that.

“Now play, kitten.”

Your fingers swipe across your nipples, the silver studs cold and so good. Ashton clears his throat at the sound of your moans and speaks again after you get warmed up. “Lick your fingers and rub down to your belly button.”

You have a few Van Gogh designs on your stomach from your saliva, subtly wet. Ashton told you to then spell out his name with your red lipstick across your navel.

“Lower, lower…” he rasps. And you do.

“Lick your fingers again, love, and pat your pretty little pussy,” he tells you, a trace of something different in his voice. He must be close. Close to home, he’s still on the road. Moving, moving, moving.

Your warm fingers against your throbbing center makes you hiss and whimper. You let your noises drain straight into the phone, turning your head to feel the security of your boyfriend not too far away. Can’t be.

“That’s it, baby girl. You’re such a good girl for Daddy, you know that? I love you so much. Now rub your clit baby, run your little fingers up and down hard. Hard for me, yeah?” Ashton was rougher in his tone now, needing this more. As if he wasn’t desperate for it all along. You knew he was, and that’s what pushes your fingers against your soaking wet pussy and the gasp right up from your throat. Feels like it’s from your heart. “Daddy!”

“I know baby girl, it’s so fucking good, huh? You know just what you need. You’re such a perfect girl for me, I can’t wait to get home and fuck you.”

He’s close. You feel it. Can feel it in your fingers through to your heat, down to your toes and in your skull. “Daddy, please get here, please,” you’re practically sobbing with how good this all feels, hips swiveling as you turn over and grind into the pillow. You catch Ashton’s shirt in your line of vision across the bed and lunge for it. “I, I have your shirt Daddy, and I, I want to use it.”

There’s a beat of silence and you can just imagine it being filled with Ash gripping the wheel harder before he answers.

“Use it baby, I’d love that.” His voice his so rough. His shirt is so soft.

“Nngh,” you let out in ecstasy as you bring the green shirt down to your pussy and rub. “Smells like you,” You let him know.

“Baby, you’re so amazing.” Ashton sounds closer, like he pressed a button and is now on the phone. Walking up to you, you know it. The shirt is almost the perfect friction, but it’s not Ash. Not his fingers or thigh or lips or cock.

“Oh, Daddy, oh, fuck.” Now you’re close.

You take the time you know he’s taking in the elevator to grind and flex your calf muscles against the bed and flip over to breathe. You left yourself at the edge, not yet thrown over. Silence except the rain.

The door opens and closes. Keys are thrown somewhere hard. Then he’s there in the doorway, tie loosened and button up sleeves bunched to his elbows. Hair neat but his fingers definitely ran through it. And his eyes, burning through you.

He speaks first because he’s your Daddy and you’re his princess.

“I’m so sorry I left you,” Ashton says.

Your fingers drop the shirt and your hips are finally, fucking finally being held again, his lips on yours and your neck and your legs bracketing him tight.

“It’s okay Daddy, please-”

“Shh, princess, I’ve got you…”

No silence. Heavy breathing and gasps and moans and rustling sheets and clothes being ripped absolutely apart. Rain and thrusts and screams and nails scraping his back. Hands against your ass and hips and his body is yours again.

“You’re mine again,” you rush to get out as you steady yourself in his lap, grinding. Ash looks at you, into your eyes and somewhere in the flecks of dark green and blown out pupils a certainty washes over you both.

“I always was, love.”

And there is a storm that night, tossing and turning in the sheets. A lightning storm. And has he fucks you deep into the mattress several minutes later and the room is lit up by a strike from the sky, he kisses your neck and breathes into your skin.

“Completely, baby.”

“What?” You asked as you knotted your fingers into his sweat drenched curls.

“Completely yours, baby girl. I’m completely yours. Forever.”

You know this is true, always did. But something about the way his promise curves into the air as the thunder and strike of electricity enters the atmosphere outside makes you know in your soul and bones, right here and now, that yes, forever.

Because nothing this electrifying can be temporary.

Ashton gets home safe, and so do you.

“Do You Believe?” A Fenrys Fanfiction

In this fanfic you should read this before continuing. There are a bit of things in that fanfic  that will help you understand this one. After reading that, please enjoy this (long) fanfic!

Word Count : 6465

Edit : I am currently working on the next part of these time jump installments. The name is WIP.

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No matter how many times Fenrys fiddled with his tunic buttons, or unstrapped then restrapped his belt, and then slid his jacket on and off, on and off, he could never not see what Maeve had just done to him.

The White Wolf of Doranelle yet again fiddled with the ends of his shirt, halfway between tearing the whole thing off and hugging it tighter to his bare and exposed self. For Connall, he thought and he let loose a small breath.

Sometimes he hated his brother just as much as he hated his circumstance, but whenever he saw Maeve glance just one time - one gods cursed time - at his brother, Fenrys practically begged her to take him to bed.

He knew Connall knew what he was doing and sometimes Fenrys couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t stand the sight, smell, or touch - even a simple place of his hand on his shoulder - of Connall.

But when Fenrys noticed the subtle difference between them, the different eye color and hair color, but also the way Connall smiled a bit differently. The way they both laughed a bit differently. Even their wolf forms, Fenrys pictured their mother.

He hadn’t taken him long to realize that the woman warrior and male that had raised him and his brother weren’t his blood. They both had light hair and mind boggling blue eyes. Fenrys couldn’t have come from them.

Sometimes, when he was pinned to the bed on his back, or forced down on his knees, he would bring those those subtle differences together and he came up with different outcomes. His mother - their mother - had dark ebony hair and soft sky grey eyes. Her cheeks were soft and her jawline was tough and could out last any beating. She had to have been a grey wolf. To give her a bit of him and Connall.

Those dreams were his only comfort in the night hours. Those thoughts and hopes were all that kept him from trying to rip Maeve’s head off her shoulders. The sliver of hope that his birth mother was alive out there, plotting and planning trying to get her sons back. And his father - for some reason Fenrys didn’t give a rat’s tail end about the man.

It was his mother, the thought a woman could love him, that kept Fenrys going. His father was just the other side of the equation.

Fenrys found himself in the woods surrounding Doranelle. He needed to get out of that suffocating capital, with Maeve and her stupid blood-oath. With Gavriel, always trying to help him. With Rowan Whitethorn, always giving him pitying looks. With Lorcan-brooding-Salvettere. With Vaughan, who had the luxury of just flying up up and up.

Fenrys shifted and he curled his wolf form around a tree and rested there. He rested there, as the sky stayed dark. Fenrys closed his eyes and his tail slowly ran itself along the soil.

His ears perked when he felt the wind shift. He growled and peeked open one eye, only wanting to scare the squirrel or rabbit who had wandered across the wrong Fae-Wolf. But when he saw a girl, sitting in the tree, he opened both eyes.

She was beautiful. Fenrys had always been interested in beautiful things. But he looked for their flaws first. A chipped tooth, a scar that could never be hidden, a broken smile. Anything that was not perfect about them but made them even more beautiful.

Maeve was perfect but she was the devil incarnate. Imperfections and scars showed a person had been beaten down, but had enough strength to get back up.

This female had one. Three long and jagged clawed scars that looped around the entirety of her neck. She smiled sweetly when she noticed Fenrys staring at them. She wore a low v neck tunic. Her scars could be hidden but she showcased them, she would never hide them.

“What are you?” Fenrys’s ears perked up, but he couldn’t find enough strength to want to shift back into a Fae. The woman perked her head to the side and she stared down at herself.

“If I tell you, I’m afraid things won’t fall into place as they should” The woman swung her legs over and she gracefully fell off the branch and landed without a noise on the soil. Her voice was of a slow moving river.

She smelled of burning spice thrown into the winds. Fenrys cocked his head to the side and he snarled as the woman knelt before him. “I won’t hurt you” She whispered, getting down on her knees before the White Wolf of Doranelle.

Fenrys had to give her credit. He was tenfold the size of an average wolf, and she only looked at him with a half-masked interest. Fenrys shifted and he scooted back, leaning his back against the tree.

Ten feet of soil and grass and wild lands separated them. The girl smiled and she ran her fingers down her scars gently. “Maybe I’ll tell you about mine when you share about yours”

Fenrys took the time to take in her looks. Dark ebony hair and shocking grey eyes. He tried not to show his shock and the girl smiled softly, nodding. “Mom?”

The girl shook her head. She pushed her hair out of her eyes, pushing the ebony curls out of her face. They turned to a stark white as she ran her fingers through it. Like his fur. “I was only what you wanted to see. I am not your mother”

“So you’re not a…”

“I’m not a monster” The girl pulled herself to her feet and she leaned against the tree. Her dress was stained with grass and soil, but she didn’t seem to mind. “If I was, I think I’d have already killed you.” The girl smiled down at Fenrys.

A smile. Fenrys had never seen one so beautiful. One that wasn’t cruel and twisted, one that wasn’t whispering in his ear that he should calm down and serve the one the smile belonged to. It made Fenrys want to engulf in the pleasure that smile could bring.

“I will always be here. Until you don’t need me”

Fenrys blinked and she was gone. He stared at the empty air perplexed. The sun rose over the horizons and Fenrys sat there, staring. He wanted it back. That smile, those scars, that soft voice. He wanted more.

Fenrys shifted back into his wolf form and as the bond nearly dragged him by the invisible collar and has Maeve forced him onto his back again once the sun settled over the sky, Fenrys wanted to know her name.

—-

Fenrys arrived at exactly the same time he had arrived yesterday. The sun was just setting and he wrapped himself around the same tree. His ears twitched and his ear perked up at every snapped branch or rustle of the wind. “I need you”

The girl appeared. She smiled as she slowly climbed down from the tree across from Fenrys. She seemed to float across the grass as her bare toes wiggled in the soft green. “Do you?” She asked, setting herself down. “And why is that?”

“I just do” Fenrys answered. He couldn’t form an answer. He sounded pathetic.

“Then another question: Do you believe, Fenrys the White Wolf?”

“In what?”

“That was not my question” The girl crawled forward and her sky grey eyes peered into Fenrys’s onyx ones. Her nose just barely brushed the tip of his snout and Fenrys scoffed, blowing hair into her face. She smiled and scooted back only slightly. “I asked if you believed?”

“In what?” Fenrys asked again. His paws scratched at the ground and he scoffed in the girl’s face again. She was too close. Her smile only grew every time he tried to huff and puff and blow her away.

“Call me again when you believe. And then our journey can begin, together. I feel a mighty storm awakening in you, Fenrys the White Wolf. A storm I have been waiting for a long time”

The girl gave Fenrys a sweet smile and she tapped his nose before she disappeared again. Fenrys gave a Lorcan-brooding-Salvattere worthy huff and a growl. But he picked himself back up, and locked the cage on himself too early as he walked back into Doranelle.

—-

True to her word, Fenrys had tried for three nights to find the woman that made Fenrys see women different, but she did not appear. Believe. Believe in what? What was he to believe in when he was a glorified toy every day?

His days with Maeve continued on into his nights, and sometimes Maeve didn’t even let him leave the room. Fenrys gave up on trying to find the woman’s scent by the fourth day and he gladly let himself be locked in Maeve’s chambers.

Fenrys clenched his jaw as Maeve stroked his cheek gently. She pressed her body against his and ran her hand down his chest slowly, cocking her head to the side. Fenrys looked at her neck and surprised himself with the disappointment that flooded his every sense when he didn’t see that necklace of scars he wanted to see. “Why are you disappointed, Fenrys? Am I not enough in this body?” Enough? Any male would kill to have the body Maeve had decided to be in when she was with him.

Fenrys stilled his emotions and he ducked his head down, kissing the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Maeve stiffened and Fenrys took the opportunity to lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist. He growled and backed them onto her bed, burying his face in the mattress by her neck as she stripped him out his tunic and pants.

Maeve took her time as she fiddled with his belt, dipping her hand up and down and around. Fenrys twitched and he gripped the sheets around her head tightly and Maeve smiled. “Sensitive”

Fenrys held back his growl and he didn’t object as Maeve flipped them over, pinning him on his back again. He was forced to stare up at her as she braced her hands on his chest, leaning down and kissing the small scars that covered his chest with a lover’s softness.

It only made Fenrys want to retch more. “How about we pleasure you this time, Fenrys?” Fenrys’s arm darted forward and he gripped Maeve’s hair, keeping her from ridding him of his trousers.

Maeve smirked softly and she kissed the fine hair on his navel and she purred, staring up at Fenrys with those doe eyes that always drew men in. “So sensitive, Fae males” Fenrys gripped her hair harder and he cursed himself for arching his back as his trousers were carelessly thrown around his ankles.

Fenrys kept his eyes open and trained on the ceiling as Maeve coaxed him into rolling his fingers across the nape of her neck. Fenrys wanted to sink his claws in and completely skewer her. “Enjoy it. Scream my name and never stop”

A blood-oath command. Fenrys tried to bite his lips off to keep her abhorrent name off his tongue. But when her mouth closed over him, her command took over and Fenrys howled, arching his back again.

And let the gods rain down hell and drag Fenrys back with them because Fenrys enjoyed it. And he hated himself for it. Even breaths flew out from his mouth, but he couldn’t stop his body from betraying him and enjoying every moment.

Fenrys shut his eyes as his pleasure overcame him and he howled his wolfish howl, twitching in Maeve’s mouth. The Queen grinned and as Fenrys came down from his horrible high and as he opened his eye, he saw the girl with a necklace of scars. “I believe” He whispered, Maeve too occupied with building up his next edge to hear.

The girl smiled and she stroked Fenrys’s face and the male could have sworn he felt her cool but comforting fingers. She leaned down and placed a kiss on his brow, and Fenrys knew she would be there the next time he came looking for her.

“What do I believe in?” Fenrys asked. He sat only a few feet away from the woman this time. She smiled and braced her elbows on her knees, biting her lip slowly. Fenrys’s eyes fell down then they snapped back up. No.

“You just have to believe” The girl smiled. She twirled the grass in her fingers, leaning her head back against the tree. “So when something comes along, you know what to do. Does that make any sense, Fenrys?”

“Not at all” Fenrys huffed again. He shifted back into a wolf and rested his head slightly on the girl’s knee. She smiled and scratched behind his ear until Fenrys fully rested the weight of his head on her leg.

“I’m new at this” The girl smiled and she rubbed the back of Fenrys’s neck gently, circling her thumb. Fenrys jerked away at the familiar touch and he lifted his head off her leg, going back to being ten feet away. “I’m sorry”

The wolf didn’t reply and she bit her lip, brushing her hair away from her necklace of scars. She brushed them gently and saw Fenrys watching.

“If you could look like anything…why keep them?

“I can not look like anything, contrary to your belief. This is who I am, scars and all”

“Are you a saving angel?” Fenrys scoffed. He buried his nose under his paws, watching her with skeptical eyes.

“Maybe” The girl smiled. She traced her fingers along her scars again, tossing her head back to stare at the heavens. “I go somewhere much better” She smiled and lied back against the grass, spreading her arms wide. “Do you believe, Fenrys?”

Fenrys gave a practically audible eyeroll but he nodded. When he looked up, his saving angel was gone. He sniffed at the grass that was slightly dented due to her body weight. She smelled of burning leaves this time.

As Fenrys was forced to lock himself back in his cage as the sun climb over the sky, he wondered what she would smell like next time.

—-

“You seem happier” Connall commented, staying in the corner. He didn’t dare look at his brother as they both wiped their bodies clean of blood. Fenrys narrowed his eyes at his brother, then he shook his head. “You aren’t..enjoying it, are you?”

“Gods, no, Connall. How could you be so stupid?” Fenrys snarled. Connall cringed and he wiped the back of his neck, his cloth coming back a deep red. He shook his head and dipped it back in the bin.

“Connall, I’m sorry-” Fenrys walked forward to brace his hand on his brother’s shoulder but Connall slapped his hand away, snarls leaving from his mouth. He wrung out his cloth and scrubbed his knuckles and arms in silence.

Fenrys watched his brother and he cursed himself for acting the way he did. He remembered why he let himself be taken to bed every single day. So Connall wouldn’t have to.

He remembered he was trying to preserve the softness and gentle breeze that seemed to follow Connall around every time he walked in or out of a room. He was trying to save the sweetness that still laid within his twin’s eyes, even under Maeve’s rule.

“You will always hate me, won’t you? For trying to step out of your shadows?” Connall slammed his cloth into the bin. Red water splashed out and slid across the floor. Connall clenched his fists and he slid his shirt back on. “I look at you and I see competition, Fenrys. Always have. For our parents’ love and affection. For Maeve’s. For anyone’s. You’ve always been better, the White Wolf that can travel in the shadows? What am I? The back-up? You still save me, Fenrys, and when is enough enough? I will never be able to repay you for this” Connall walked past his brother and out of the room before Fenrys could answer.

Fenrys pulled his shoulders in as he watched Connall limp away. Even this morning, Fenrys had made most of the killing blows. The male set himself down on the stool and he groaned, burying his hands in his hair.

Was his brother right? No. Fenrys felt this urge this need, this yearning to stop every blade that was swung at his brother, even if it meant that he would have scars for the rest of his life.

He didn’t want Connall to be in his shadows. His shadows were the worst place to be. Dangerous, full of rage and a scary wildness. Fenrys shuddered and he gripped his head.

He screamed and knocked the bin over, throwing it against the wall and watching it break. Connall had joined the most cruel creature, just to get away from Fenrys. To have someone to protect, to serve, and to cherish.

And all Fenrys had done was follow him, pulling Connall right back into his deadly shadows. Fenrys felt small fingers prying his hands away from his face. He almost screamed again when sky-grey eyes met his onyx ones.

Fenrys got up quickly and he closed the door. He braced his back against it and the girl smiled softly. “No one can see me but you. But I can make myself visible to others. It will allow me to visit you in the day”  

“No” Fenrys shook his head. He let the girl gesture him back over and he sat down. She smiled and brushed the small cut on his lip, sitting on her knees between his thighs, staring up at the wolf. “You’re mine. My…hope”

“Hope” The girl smiled. “Is that what you want to name me? It’s pretty, but not original” She laughed softly and traced a crescent moon on Fenrys’s knee.

“Janus” Fenrys whispered. The girl’s head perked up and she smiled, nodding. “Goddesses of new beginnings”

“Oh I like that. Janus” She whispered. The girl smiled and she shimmered.

“Don’t go” Fenrys begged. The girl stopped shimmering and Fenrys gaped at her.

“I’ve only just gotten here, Fenrys” Her cheeks lit up as Fenrys touched them. She was…solid. Fenrys leaned forward and Janus smiled, bracing her chin on the side of her hand, cooing into his touch. “Names hold a lot of power. And I really like Janus”

“Mine?” Fenrys pressed his forehead against hers. To protect, serve, and cherish.

“Yes. Always” Janus smiled. She stroked Fenrys’s cheek and when the door swung open, Janus disappeared. Fenrys sat up straight and he looked over grumbling as he saw Gavriel.

“What?” The wolf spat out, standing up. Gavriel gave him soft eyes and Fenrys glared at him in return. “Don’t pity me or my brother, Kitten” Fenrys shoved past his cadre member, snarling.

“You should see your brother” Gavriel said, following him. Fenrys walked a bit faster, but Gavriel just kept a leisure pace, smiling at everyone woman they passed in the palace.

“I should do a lot of things. Above all, I should be in Maeve’s bed. You’re holding me up. Nice chat, Kitten”

“You will need somebody, Fenrys. Eventually”

“I will need no one” Fenrys growled. He skipped steps as he traveled up the spiral staircase. Fenrys didn’t look back once at the mountain lion as he walked to Maeve’s chambers, squaring his shoulders.

But when he saw Janus smiling softly, leaning against Maeve’s doors, Fenrys was wrong. He needed Janus. And when he walked into Maeve’s room and didn’t leave for the rest of the day, he pictured sky-grey eyes.

—-

“Doranelle is an interesting place - look forward. People will think you’re talking to yourself” Janus shook her head and she giggled. She stopped at a flower cart and leaned over the woman, peering at the flowers. She sniffed then softly and grinned up at Fenrys.

Fenrys cocked his head to the side and the flower-woman looked up at him and smiled the same way Janus was smiling. But her smile made his blood curl and turn to ice. He quickly walked away and Janus squawked, running to keep up with him.

“I could always just make myself visible to others, Fenrys. I’d love to meet your friends” Janus looped her arm through Fenrys’s. She smiled and walked next him, her bare feet tapping along the stone grounds of Doranelle.

Fenrys spoke through clenched teeth, half-way to hide the fact he was talking to an invisible woman and half-way to hide the possessiveness he felt over said invisible woman. “I said you’re mine”

“Being visible won’t stop you from protecting, serving, and cherishing me, Fenrys” For some reason, those three words made Fenrys smile instead of cringe. He turned to look down at Janus and he nodded.

“I believe”

“Good, boy” Janus reached up and she rubbed behind Fenrys’s ears, hiding her laugh as the tip of his ear twitched. “Cute. We still have a long way to go, Fenrys”

Fenrys ducked them into a dark alley and he sat down, turning his back to the outside world. Janus slipped between his legs and he found himself stiffening less and less every time she did. “I still don’t understand the final destination”

“You will when we get there” Janus smiled. He cocked her head to the side and she looked behind Fenrys. She braced her chin on his knee. “I must go. Your friend is coming. I will be back, Fenrys of the Wolves”

Fenrys reached out, but Janus was already gone. He snarled and stood up, walking quickly out the dark alley. He saw Lorcan smirking and he only wanted to punch every tooth - fangs included - out of the demi-Fae’s mouth. “Did I interrupt something, Fenrys?”

“Don’t you always” Fenrys growled. He stared at the Hellas blessed Fae, cocking his head to the side. Loran was the equivalent to an adolescent giant. Same height, same ugly face, same ugly personality, and same moodiness.

“Rowan is looking to train again. I told him I would come get you before I do some…fun things” Lorcan smiled cruelly. Fenrys rolled his eyes and he walked away, but then Lorcan gripped his arm. “It would be a shame if…Maeve caught your little friend”

Fenrys snarled and he glared up at the Hellas Demi-Fae. Lorcan grinned and he let Fenrys go, like water slowly trickling through a punched hole in a dam. “Thank you, Fenrys, for your delicious candor” Lorcan waltzed away, picking at his nails with his blade.

—-

Maeve rolled off of his damp body and Fenrys hated himself for whimpering at the loss of contact. She had claimed he wasn’t performing well and had dug her way through his mind. He was glad he had kept Janus a secret. She only saw grey eyes and white hair.

Maeve had tilted her head to the side and had said “Very well” then her eyes had turned the same shade of grey and the same bone white for her hair. Fenrys had shuddered and stared in horror. But those eyes were a frigid grey and her hair was the color of hopeless hope. And she still did not have the necklace of scars - Janus’s perfect imperfection.

Maeve had tamed the wolf by pinning him on his back again. She stayed in his mind and pleasured him there as well. It was thing to have this monster taking over his body and making the male and wolf within him howl in pleasure and beg for more. But to dig around in his mind, a sacred place, and make his mind yearn for her too, made Fenrys feel worthy of nothing.

Maeve had made him not only scream her name, but beg - beg - for more. Fenrys had never begged for anything. If there was one thing he wanted to beg from Maeve, it was death. Not more of her horrid touch.

He wanted her off of him, but those words, “You were made to protect, cherish, and serve me, Fenrys” had kept him in that bed, squeezing her hips tighter. She had snarled serve, serve, serve, over and over, and Fenrys served her.

He had reached up, then down, then out, then in, and every which way and had served Maeve until even the Queen of Faes couldn’t mask the pleasure Fenrys had given her. She was a female after all. And Fenrys was notorious for pleasing his females. But Maeve was not his, he was hers. Her toy.

“Serve me, Fenrys, serve me” She had said. Over and over. Commanding him to make her feel good. Commanding him to make her see stars. Commanding him, like the dog he was. The filthy dog he was.

When Maeve slid off him, Fenrys was panting. He stared at the ceiling, long since past trying to cover himself in blankets he would not find. Maeve liked the bed bare when he was there, which was almost every waking and sleeping hour.

Maeve sat up on her elbow and she stroked Fenrys’s face softly, dipping her fingers down the curve of his shoulder. “Kiss me, Fenrys” Fenrys stiffened. He clamped his lips shut and Maeve smirked. “Have it your way” She reached her hand down and Fenrys stilled, gripping onto the sheets.

It only took a few seconds for Maeve to have him howling, begging once again. She grinned and leaned down, bracing her other hand on Fenrys’s chest and she kissed him.

She tasted of apples. Fenrys kissed her back, as she dipped into his mind, making him eager. He gripped her hair and flipped them over, pinning her down. Maeve grinned and she grabbed Fenrys’s face, pulling him down. “Cherish me, Fenrys”

Fenrys cringed. He nodded. Cherish her. He couldn’t even imagine cherishing this cruel thing in his arms. He closed his eyes and he pictured the necklace of scars and he braced his knees in between Maeve’s legs, and cherished her all night long, into the day.

—-

Her toes dug into the moss that covered the log. Janus smiled and she stared down at the waterfall, covering her mouth. She removed her hands and looked back at Fenrys.

“Do you know?” He asked, just barely balancing himself on the log. He was sure his body weight would crack the only thing that kept him and Janus from falling thirty feet. “Do you know what she…”

“I do. But even I don’t have the magic to stop Maeve. I am sorry” Janus stared down at the water below. “It is why I have brought you here. A good cleansing helps the mind, soul, and body” Janus looked back at Fenrys. “Do you believe?”

Fenrys believed this log was going to break, yes. But he nodded anyway. Janus grinned and she reached for the hem of her dress. Fenrys cringed and he looked away. Janus grabbed his face gently and she nodded. “Clothes can stay on. Either way, I want to see if Fenrys of the Wolves can swim”

Fenrys nodded and he leaned into the cool touch of Janus. She smelled of mist today. He swallowed as much of her scent as he could and he brushed her back gently.

Fenrys reached up and he took off his over coat, tossing it along the log. Janus smiled and she sat down on the log, watching Fenrys kick off his shoes and throw them to the other side then toe off his socks. “That’s quite enough, Fenrys. You’ve just gotten so much closer to your destination” Janus smiled up at the heavens, as if she was saying I told you so.

Janus stood up and she lifted her dress over her head. She wore a smaller, shorter, and tighter under dress beneath. Fenrys found himself staring too long then he looked away. Janus grinned and she spread her arms like a bird - like his saving angel. “Jump, Fenrys of the Wolves!” Janus leapt forward and she pencil-dived into the water below. She screamed and laughed, flinging her arms. She broke the surface and Fenrys found himself smiling.

“I believe” He whispered. He jumped in after her, breaking the surface a lot faster than Janus had. When he resurfaced, he sighed in relief to see Janus swimming on her back, giggling.

“I know you believe, Fenrys” She swam around the wolf and splashed him until he splashed her back. Janus squealed as Fenrys wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her out of the water, tossing her over his shoulder.

He dunked her under and Janus laughed as she resurfaced. She danced in the water, tossing it to the skies. She swam on her back and on her front, her hair sticking to the sides of her face.

“Do you visit my brother? Or anyone else?” Fenrys asked. He pulled himself onto the bank, his bronze body shimmering. Janus swam up to him and Fenrys opened his legs wide enough, letting her rest between them. He was slowly understanding that Janus didn’t just like being in between them to get a better look at his face.

“No. I don’t, Fenrys. I am yours, forever”

“I don’t want you to go” Fenrys reached forward and he cupped her face. He leaned forward more and more until he was hovering over her, the sounds of the waterfall blocking out their breaths.

“Then don’t think about it” Janus cupped his face. She scratched behind his ear and smiled when his ear twitched. Slowly, ever so slowly, Fenrys let a smile take over his face. Then Janus was gone and Fenrys grasped at the grass where she used to be.

—–

Fenrys shook. He shook as rage and fear took over his body. He couldn’t think straight. He tried to imagine a necklace of scars and a giggle that made butterflies break free from their cocoons, but pure rage took over. Fenrys screamed and he ran towards Maeve.

Vaughan and Lorcan caught him around the arms. Fenrys kicked at them and he screamed at the evil Queen that would forever have a hold over him. “Let him go!”

Maeve stayed on her throne and she watched, a small smile playing on her devil red lips. She tapped her nails against the side of her head. She was dressed for the occasion. Completely red. Dress, lips, hair, nails. Her eyes were a dark stormy grey.

Fenrys fought harder and he knew Maeve was letting him have this sliver of control. To make it worse. “Do you know what happened, Fenrys? I grew a bit tired of you, but Connall was there when you were not” He was with Janus. Fenrys’s face fell as he stared down at his brother. “He did not perform well, I’m afraid he’s been gone too long”

“Let him go. Your fight is with me”

“On the contrary. Where one twin is involved, the other gets dragged along. It’s the fun of having both of you” Maeve grinned cruelly. She sipped her blood red wine and she licked her lips softly. “Count them off, Connall”

“Don’t do it!” Fenrys screamed. He tried to fight off Vaughan and Lorcan, but nothingness had overtaken their eyes. He watched his brother be pinned down by Gavriel. “Don’t do it, Maeve!”

Connall clenched his jaw. He looked up at Maeve, mouthing I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Fenrys could tell Maeve had taken control of his mind. Connall would never apologize for something like this.

“One!” Connall screamed as the iron barbed wired whip sliced across his back. Fenrys screamed and he tried to kick at Vaughan’s knees, trying to yank his arms out of Lorcan’s grip. To get to Connall.

“Two!” Connall screamed again, bracing his hands on the ground. Fenrys cringed and he fell limp as Lorcan punched him in the stomach. He wheezed slightly and could only listen to his brother scream, “Three! Four!”, Fenrys snarled and he shifted as Connall screamed “Five!”.

Maeve grinned and she watched with slight amusement, tilting her head to the side. Fenrys didn’t know what was happening until a twin whip slashed across his eye. He howled in pain and then he came down again. “I yield!” Connall screamed. He had counted to sixteen before he could no longer handle the pain.

Fenrys whimpered and he curled in a ball. Maeve put her hand up and she stood up, walking off her throne - click click click. She smiled and reached down and lifted Connall’s head up. “Soak his wounds in salt water. Now.”

Fenrys whimpered and he pawed at the ground. His left eye was drowning in his blood and he could only watched in horror was Rowan Whitethorn and Gavriel dunked his brother in cold salt water and Connall’s screams filled Doranelle.

—-

“She tries to break you, Fenrys” Janus pressed the cool cloth to his eye. She ran her slim fingers through his golden hair. She sighed and looked down at the shaking Fae.

“She’s winning” Fenrys bowed his head, burying his face in Janus’s side. Janus smiled gently and she made Fenrys hold the cloth to his eye. She crawled over to Connall, assessing his back. “Will she not notice both our absences?”

“Maeve will find she was pleasured immensely tonight. She will not know the different if you are both back by dawn” Janus nearly snarled her words. Fenrys wondered who was doing the pleasuring. She knelt over Connall and she smiled.

“I have questions. And I want them answered” Janus nodded and she spread the green paste over Connall’s wounds. The Black Wolf moaned and whimpered, shifting from wolf to man yet again.

“Who are you? What are you? Where do you come from? Why me? Why not Connall? Does someone visit Connall? Are you it? Does someone like you visit every male? Does-”

“Slow down” Janus laughed softly. She blew across Connall’s forehead, pushing his fever at bay. “I am Janus. I am the White Wolf. I come from your mother, Fenrys. I am your guardian. Connall has my sister, the Black Wolf. I’m not sure what the universe has in plan for other males, but only my sister and I visit you and your brother”

“My…mother?” Fenrys whimpered. He fell limp, feelings drowning him. Janus crawled over to him quickly. Fenrys eagerly let her slide between his legs and cup his face.

“I was there when you were born. I vowed to watch over you” Janus reached forward and she brushed the side of his face, pulling the cloth down. She didn’t cringe away from his brutalized eye, only looked at it. “It will heal. I promise”

“Tell me more about her. Please” Fenrys cupped Janus’s face. He saw it then. The Wolf in her eyes. Janus smiled sweetly and she kissed the side of Fenrys’s face, and the Fae found himself leaning into her soft lips.

“I wish I could, Fenrys. One day I will and I will honor your mother” Janus brushed her scars. She settled herself between Fenrys’s legs and the wolf leaned forward, pressing her back tightly against his chest and nuzzling her neck.

“Promise?”

“I promise with my life, Fenrys” Janus smiled and she wrapped his arms around her, watching Connall.

“Will he be okay?”

“Yes” Janus bowed her head. “You will both get through this. After the Darkness”

“What does that mean?”

Connall stirred, moaning. Janus pulled herself away from Fenrys and she checked on Connall’s scars, lifting up the rags that had been her dress. She sighed and washed the scars down again. “It is a brutal way of healing them, the salt water, but the wounds will be fine scars soon enough. You should go. Come back to me tomorrow, Fenrys”

“Will that be our good bye?”

“Of course not, Fenrys. Should you ever truly need me again, I will come back”

“I won’t need you again, will I?” Fenrys asked, as he carefully picked up his brother. Connall grunted and he opened his eyes, smiling at Janus. His eyes fluttered closed and Fenrys knew, his brother loved Janus’s sister the way he loved Janus.

Janus was already gone.

—-

Janus smiled down at the White Wolf, basking in the sun. She rubbed his stomach slowly, looking down at the small scar over his eye. She moved her fingers over to his back, rubbing again. “You have grown so much, Fenrys. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but it will make a difference.

“A flame is coming, Fenrys” Janus continued. “A flame that will burn Maeve to ashes and pull you and Connall out of the Darkness. She will be the one you yearn to protect, serve, and cherish. She is what you need to believe in.

“Do you believe, Fenrys?” Janus looked down at him. She smiled and rubbed his snout gently, kissing it. Fenrys lifted his head up and he nodded.

He shifted and pulled Janus into his lap. “Before you go, I need to- I need to be able to touch someone and have- have them touch me without…” Fenrys felt like the dog he was when he was with Maeve. How dare he ask this of Janus? Janus, who might as well have been his second mother. But when he was with her, maternal love was not the only thing Fenrys felt.

Janus smiled and she stared down at Fenrys. “It would be my honor, Fenrys. But the honor, alas, is not mine. I know, though it seems far away, a Wildthing will ride in on the winds and sweep you off your feet. A hair of gold and a gaze of light. A scream louder than your roar, and a temper wilder than yours. The honor is hers. Caged, branded, and tamed like you. But you Fenrys, are of the Wolves, and you are not tamed. The honor is hers”

“I believe, Janus” Fenrys smiled. He held her face and he held on tighter when Janus began to glow. “Please, not yet”

“I believe too, Fenrys” Janus smiled. She leaned forward and the wind licked Fenrys’s lips, as Janus disappeared for the last time. Fenrys held onto nothing and he stared at where Janus was.

But he held onto something. Janus had told him he only had to believe. And whatever Maeve threw at him. Fenrys would believe in the flame. And he would believe in his Wildthing.

This is so so so long but thank you for sticking through to the end. I really love this concept and I hope you loved it too. 

Extra : The term “Wildthing” came from @propshophannah fanfics called Wildthing and I loved it so much, I hope she doesn’t mind I borrowed it. Here are her Part 1 and Part 2 you should really read this FenrysxAsterin fanfic.

Imagine Bilbo awkwardly yet adorably confessing his love to you while the company is staying at Beorn's house

For time-to-get-weird (it wouldn’t let me tag you for some reason sorry:( )

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“To the house.” Gandalf shouted over his shoulder.

You were all running desperately across an open field towards a small, strange looking house, trying to escape the large unknown beast hunting you down. Your legs ached and all you wanted right now was to be sat in front of a warm fire, not running for your life. Just when you thought your knees would buckle beneath you you reached an archway leading into a wild looking garden.

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Steve/ Bucky - “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”, please?

Steve?” Bucky’s voice startled Steve out of his doze – he hadn’t meant to fall asleep, he’d intended to stumble to his feet and figure out how to get home before dawn, but it turned out that having all your bones rearranged was exhausting – and he hurriedly rolled to his feet.

Well, he tried to. Mostly he groaned and smashed his face into the dew-drenched grass.

“Steve!”

“’m fine,” he told the grass, reveling in the chill of the morning air on his now constantly overheated skin.

“You’re naked and sleeping on my front lawn,” Bucky said, jamming his hands under Steve’s arms and hauling him into a sitting position. “You might be fine now, but you won’t be in thirty minutes when old Mrs. Hannigan across the street wakes up and calls the police.”

Bucky had a point there, Steve admitted. He propped Steve up against his legs and proceeded to towel off Steve’s damp head, as though his best friend turned up naked on his lawn every week. Steve was beginning to think he should have been bitten by a werewolf years ago, if it got Bucky’s hands combing through his hair.

Only, no, because he was naked in Bucky’s yard. His mother was going to kill him.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, pulling Steve to his feet and wrapping the towel around his waist. Steve was relieved that his entire body ached and his right calf was cramping, or the feeling of Bucky’s fingers dragging just over his hipbone might have done him in.

“What do you mean?” Steve replied too fast, tripping over the words. “Nothing’s wrong.” He shook his head hard, and Bucky snorted.

“Punk, you were mooning my Mum over her morning coffee. Nothing’s wrong?” All Steve’s blood rushed to his face, his entire chest flushed red. His mother was going to kill him.

“Uh,” he stuttered. “Just, um, just, it was a really wild night.” Which was true. Steve vaguely recalled hunting for his dinner, and that was pretty wild, as things went.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Pal, it’s a Tuesday. And I’m the quarterback. You’re telling me you went to a party on a Monday night that I didn’t even hear about?”

“Modest, aren’t you?” Steve griped, and Bucky laughed, tilted his head back and chortled at the lightening sky.

Maybe being mauled by a supernatural creature and turned into a ravening beast wasn’t so bad, if it got him Bucky’s smile lit by the dawn.

“Steven,” Mrs. Barnes called, sticking her head out the front door, still in her bathrobe and rollers. “Did you want some toast with those hard-boiled eggs of yours?”

Steve debated taking the towel and making a run for it, despite not knowing where his clothes were or whether he would make it a block before Mrs. Hannigan called the cops.

Bucky had his mother’s diabolical grin, and Steve decided being a werewolf was, in fact, as bad as he had originally thought. Worse, even, because Mrs. Barnes popped him on his towel-clad ass with her morning paper as he slunk inside.

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“Is this some sort of cult thing?” Bucky asked, twenty-eight mornings later, chucking a blanket onto Steve and flopping down beside him in the back yard to gaze at the fading violet of the night sky.

“Ungh,” Steve informed him, still trying to breathe through the grinding pain of having his facial bones flattened and his joints broken and reassembled, worse than rheumatic fever and the measles combined.

“Because Mum doesn’t mind when you stay over, but she really prefers it when we’re both inside and you’re wearing clothes. And Dad thinks you’re getting some bad medication.” Bucky paused, reaching out to tug the blanket off Steve’s face – Steve’s asthma had fled with the bite, but Bucky didn’t know that, and something in Steve’s chest warmed at the gesture. “Also,” Bucky added, “Becky is sort of at an impressionable age, and I would really prefer she didn’t see naked people on our lawn. She sees enough of them on the internet.”

Steve choked on his own saliva, and Bucky pounded his back until Steve shoved him away.

He wasn’t actually sure why he kept ending up on Bucky’s lawn. This time he’d even prepared – had borrowed his Ma’s car and driven into the protected forest ten miles away, sure that he would chase rabbits and probably wake up freezing in a river somewhere in the woods.

He really wished there was a werewolf handbook somewhere, to explain these sorts of things.

Bucky slung an arm around Steve’s shoulders, the fabric of his old thermal top scratchy against Steve’s oversensitive skin. “Besides,” Bucky said, “You really shouldn’t be out here at night. Alice and Nonie were toasting marshmallows at the fire pit last night and thought they saw a feral dog.”

Steve’s mouth went dry. Bucky’s baby sisters, the twins, out after dark on the night of a full moon. They would turn eight in a month, and had been begging Steve and Bucky to take them to the amusement park, swearing they were tall enough now for the rollercoasters. He had been living with the Barneses when the girls were born, his Ma still in the hospital with tuberculosis. The twins were the little sisters he’d never had.

And he would have ripped out their throats, hours ago, a feral dog too close to the Barnes home.

“I should go,” he managed, even though he was shaking too hard to stand. Bucky’s arm tightened around his shoulders, and Steve flinched.

“You should come eat some of the pancakes the devil children are making for you,” Bucky contradicted him, leaning his head against Steve’s, pressing comfort into Steve’s skin the way he had through countless childhood illnesses, the way he’d held Steve’s hand in the hospital when they were ten and the doctors thought Steve was going to die. “They added a whole bag of chocolate chips.”

“I –” Steve didn’t know how to say it. I’m dangerous. “Bucky –”

“We’ll figure it out,” Bucky interrupted, wrapping his other arm around Steve’s chest, shifting so that their foreheads were pressed together, his pale eyes boring steadily into Steve’s. “Whatever it is, Steve, we’ll figure it out.”

And Steve wanted so badly for it to be true.

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“You moron,” someone said, not for the first time if the tone of voice was anything to go by. “You fucking idiot. These are things you tell your best friend!”

Something in that sentence caught Steve’s attention, even as he lay panting on the ground in the dark, the moon only just below the horizon. Best friend. Shit. Bucky. “I -” he tried to say, but his vocal cords hadn’t finished transforming and all he managed was a faint croak.

Cool, gentle hands slid over his skin, tempering the fiery pain licking through Steve’s muscles and through every pore. “Shh,” Bucky whispered, laying down next to Steve and tugging him into a loose embrace. “Shh, you dumbass, I’ve got you.”

Pain cleared Steve’s head quickly. If Bucky was with him, then he must be in Bucky’s lawn again, despite locking himself in the basement of the abandoned Stark mansion at the edge of town. Damn it. The girls!

“Al – Nonie?” he coughed, struggling weakly in Bucky’s arms.

“You’re an idiot,” Bucky informed him, the same unwavering affection he’d shown Steve since they were five. “You saved their lives, you know?”

Steve frowned, and wiggled around until he was facing Bucky, their noses brushing and Bucky’s eyes almost silver in the dark. “That feral dog they saw last time?” Bucky continued, sure that he had Steve’s attention. “That wasn’t you, punk. That was some other werewolf.” Steve blinked. He hadn’t considered that. Hadn’t even considered that there were more werewolves, beyond the crazed man that had bitten him. “I think you came close to tearing his snout off before he could even think about attacking them. They think we have the best guard dog ever.” Bucky paused, snickering, his breath warm against Steve’s face. “I think they left a bowl of water and a steak bone for you, if you’re hungry.”

Steve scowled at Bucky’s smirk. “This isn’t funny!” he insisted hoarsely. “Bucky, I could –”

“Save my family’s lives?” Bucky finished for him, raising both eyebrows and shaking his head a little, telegraphing his disbelief at the fears teeming in Steve’s eyes. “You’re not a threat, Steve. Not to us.” Bucky kept his eyes on Steve’s, even as he tilted his head just close enough to press his lips to Steve’s in a brief, quiet kiss. Steve dug his fingers into Bucky’s waist and held on.

“Do you boys have condoms?” Mrs. Barnes called through the back door, loud enough to wake the neighborhood and send Steve into another full-body blush – but that was all right. Steve had decided being a werewolf wasn’t so bad, if it put Bucky in his arms and Bucky’s mouth on his.

“I think your father has a box somewhere, from before the vasectomy,” she added. Bucky’s face blanched, and Steve tried to gauge whether his legs would hold him, if he grabbed Bucky’s hand and ran for the hills.

rexuslupin  asked:

Could you do a Wolfstar one where Sirius dresses up as Santa for christmas at Lily and James' and Harry sees Remus and ""Santa"" kissing. Many thanks.

Harry tugged on the bottom of Lily’s jumper and stared up at her with a hurt expression on his face. Lily bent down and scooped her four year old son up into her arms. “What is it, lovey?” 

Harry sniffled slightly. “Mummy, I hate Santa.”

Lily blinked a few times and took a moment to process that. “What do you mean, Harry?”

Harry wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Santa is a bad man.”

Lily tried not to laugh. “What did Santa do?”

“He was kissing Uncle Remus!” Harry said, completely scandalized. “Santa is supposed to be married and Uncle Remus is married to Uncle Sirius! What will Mrs. Claus think?”

“I don’t know, lovey,” Lily said, unsure how to explain things to her son.

“She’ll think he’s a poopface,” Harry said, burying his face in his mother’s neck and sobbing.

Lily sighed heavily and tried to think of an excuse. “Well Harry, maybe a kiss is what Uncle Remus asked for Christmas and Santa was just doing his job.”

Harry looked up at her with a watery smile. “Do you think so?” 

“I’m sure that’s all it was,” Lily said, patting her son’s head. “Uncle Remus probably just wanted a nice kiss from Santa for Christmas.”

“But what about Padfoot?” Harry asked, making a face. 

“Uncle Sirius always gets a kiss from the Easter bunny,” Lily informed him, carrying her son upstairs towards his room. 

Harry burst out into giggles. “Uncle Sirius likes to kiss rabbits?”

“He does,” Lily said with a nod. “He is especially fond of bunny rabbits.”

Harry continued laughing as Lily placed him down in his bed. “Mummy, can Santa come up and say good night to me?” 

Lily eyed his warily. “You don’t hate him anymore?”

Harry shook his head. “Well, I suppose it would be okay as long as he brings me my toy train I wanted.”

“Oh, I see,” Lily said, bending down and kissing Harry on the forehead. “I’ll go see if Santa wants to come up and tuck you in.”

“Thanks mum!” Harry said, clutching his blanket excitedly.

Lily went downstairs and found Sirius and Remus in the kitchen. She smacked them both upside their heads. “You two are dead men.”

“Ow! Lily, what did we do?” Sirius asked, taking off his santa hat and rubbing the back of his wigged head. 

“My four year old saw you two snogging in the kitchen and it made him upset,” Lily informed them chidingly. “He was crying because he thought Remus was going to leave Sirius for Santa.”

Remus bit his bottom lip but couldn’t hold back his laughter. He clutched at Sirius as he cracked up. Lily was not amused, glaring at her friend as he went into hysterics. “I…can’t…breathe…” Remus said, wheezing and wiping away tears of mirth.

Lily huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well anyway, I managed to calm him down and now he wants Santa to go say goodnight to him.” 

Sirius nodded and dislodged himself from Remus. He put his Santa had back on and trudged up the stairs towards his Godson’s room.

“What’s so funny?” James asked, stepping into the room. He’d been trying to get the fire going in the chimney for the last half an hour. The rest of them had given up on him ever getting it.

Remus shook his head. “I can’t say it.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Harry caught your idiot friends kissing and thought Santa was cheating on his Mrs.”

James face fell. “Is he okay? You didn’t tell him the truth, did you?” James asked, getting all protective of his son like usual.

“He’s fine,” Lily informed him. “Santa is up with him now to tuck him in.” 

“Oh good,” James said, clutching his chest over his heart. “Four’s a bit young to learn the truth about Santa. And plus, I wanted to be Santa next year.”

“You don’t think Harry will recognize his dad dressed up as Saint Nick?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He didn’t recognize Sirius,” James said with a shrug. 

“Yeah, and what happens when Harry sees Santa snogging his mum?” Remus teased with a grin.

James made a face at him. “Well unlike the two of you, Lily and I have a bit more self-control.”

Remus snorted. “Sure James, you tell yourself that.”

James made an indignant noise and pushed his glasses higher on his nose. Before he could come up with a retort, Sirius came back downstairs. “Harry’s asleep,” he announced to the room. “And he’s fine. He just said that if he caught me being naughty again he was going to write a letter to my wife tattling on me.” 

Remus giggled. “You best behave then, Santa.”

Sirius smirked and pulled the beard down. “Harry’s asleep, I can be as naughty as I want,” he said with a wink at Remus.

“Not in my house, you can’t,” Lily informed him. “Go home if you want to do anything like that.”

“All right, we will,” Sirius said, holding out his hand to Remus.

Remus took it and they headed for the door. “So darling, should we take the sleigh home or a taxi?” 

“Be a bit hard to get to the North Pole via taxi,” James called out after them.

Sirius laughed. “Sleigh it is then, Mrs. Claus.” 

“Never again!” Lily shouted to their retreating back. “No one is dressing up like Santa ever again! I forbid it.” 

“Lily, where is your Christmas spirit?” Sirius asked, turning around and pouting at her.

“You’ve killed it,” Lily deadpanned. 

“Don’t worry, Lily, I’ll revive it with my Christmas magic!” Sirius said, wiggling his fingers at her.

“No you won’t,” Lily informed him. “Now get the fuck out of my house you idiots.”

“Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!” Sirius said, flinging himself out the door dramatically. 

Remus shook his head and shot Lily and apologetic look. “Sorry Lil, see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Mrs. Claus,” she joked, shutting the door behind him. She went back into the living room to put Harry’s presents under the tree and then curl up with her husband by the fire to wait for Christmas morning. 

BTS Animal Series: Jin - Tasteful

A/N: What kind of animal is our cute Mama Jin? This gif is me @ Jin honestly 

word count: 2,014

Yoongi   Hoseok   Jimin   Taehyung   Namjoon   Jungkook

Originally posted by baebsaes

A light knock alerts you. The clock on the wall reads one am, who the fuck would come to your place at this hour? Your eyebrows knit in confusion, no family or friends told you they were going to be stopping by. No crazy ex-boyfriend crying his eyes out, drunk off his ass asking you to take him back again. That was a fucking nightmare.

You pause the movie playing, deciding to investigate. Maybe something interesting will happen tonight. A change in pace would be great, almost seemingly desirable for the past boring year.

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SuperCat Fanfic: How Art Thou

How Art Thou
by Pink Rabbit Productions
Show: Supergirl
Pairing: Cat/Kara
Summary: Lazy lovemaking and exploration between new lovers with possibly a tiny hint or two that might be foreshadowing.
Author’s Notes: Yes, I wrote sex or maybe Art Porn Part I, with Artier Porn Part II to…er…come. Remind me not to try and write sex again.

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