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yandere-sins · 8 months

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Im loving this naga stuff sm omg and it’s got me thinking.

What if they were to leave reader for a few minutes, only for someone to find them and maybe try and take them back? Or them just talking to the reader in general

Had an idea for a scenario with Ghost! Thanks for requesting ^-^

Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Attempted Non-Con), Violence (Death of minor character, Brutal Death), Monsters

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"Thank-- Thanks!"

You barely had the breath to utter a word, but neither did your savior, coughing and panting in front of you. If it hadn't been for the fact that you two were racing through the forest mindlessly, "escaping" being the drive to keep you running, you might have expressed your thankfulness a little more. This had to do for now. Even though you two still weren't in the comfort of a town with big, sturdy walls and guards with weapons, you had gotten quite far in your mad dash through the thicket, every inch away from the hell that was the lair you had been kidnapped to, feeling like you were finally free.

"Thank you so much!" you croaked, your voice hoarse and your mouth dry despite sweating profusely. "You can't imagine," you added, swallowing hard as your throat stung. "That monster in the woods... that... snake... it captured me and held me there for some reason. I wouldn't have been able to escape without you!"

The man—a hunter or soldier, you reckoned, considering he knew the forest so well—waved his hand dismissively, stretching out his back and taking deep breaths, collecting himself.

"Please, anyone would help when they found someone in such a dire situation as you were," he comforted you. You tried to smile through the pain aching through your whole body, the impromptu workout rattling every bone after weeks of being carried around and doing nothing.

Steadily, the man was regaining his composure, so you tried your best to keep up, not wanting to look lousy in front of your savior. He looked around, scanning the area, before pointing his finger somewhere further south and turning towards you. "There's a hut just a few minutes from here. It's getting dark, and we should stay out of sight in case we're being followed. What do you say?"

Gulping, you wished his suggestion had been more like, "The city is just a few more steps from here. Let's take shelter behind a safe stone wall full of guards and trained soldiers to protect you." Then again, you wouldn't be as ungrateful to his efforts as to suggest you two kept going until you could truly settle into the safety and protection of civilization. You didn't want to stay one more night out in the forest, but a hut sounded better than to be found wandering out and about in his habitat.

There was a lot to unpack, and you weren't sure if you'd ever get over what happened to you. Still, when your savior closed the wooden door, drew the curtains over the windows, and handed you a blanket to bundle up, you felt like the first step towards healing had been made. A fire might have given away your presence, so you wrapped the blanket tightly around you. However, it was barely enough to cover everything, your legs sticking out if you didn't pull them against your chest.

It wasn't comfy or warm, but it was the first time you truly realized you made it out. Things had been rough living with that thing. People would call your stories crazy if you talked about a strong half-man, half-snake, feeding you raw meat and occasionally fruits while keeping you coiled in his tail. They'd think you'd gone mad if you told them about the white, skull-like marks on his body and face or how he'd bury his face in the crook of your neck, jittering happily. The worst part was that he couldn't speak to you, even though you thought he tried a few times, but there were no words spoken between you two ever. You couldn't explain his intentions or thoughts to anyone, not even yourself.

For a while, you two sat in silence, breaths calming down. The man handed you some dried meat and his water flask, sharing what little he had, and you gobbled it up with your gratitude, thanking him again and again. You could feel him watching you, even through the darkness inside the hut, but you thought nothing of it. He must have been concerned for this stranger he found in a ditch, hidden away, crying and begging for help when he passed by accidentally and took them on a run through the thicket. All while they kept whining about some monster kidnapping them. It sounded crazed and suspicious even to you, but you were glad he listened to his heart and helped you despite the wild story behind your misery.

"Thank you so much," you mumbled again, unable to stop thanking him. Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization of your escape settled further, something you had started to fear wouldn't ever be possible after so many days spent with the monster. You sobbed quietly as the relief washed over you in big waves, wishing you could stop and not look so pathetic in front of a stranger. However, he put his arm around your shoulder, drawing you into his chest, and you could no longer hold back your ugly crying.

It felt good to be held again in a warm embrace, hands patting your head, your back. It was different from the claws and scales, the sensations only ever bringing you terror. Instead, you were comforted by the humanness of the kind stranger, so much better than what you had come to know from the monster. Palms rubbed soothing circles between your shoulder blades, and arms that were strong but not as firm as your captors hugged you tenderly. His touch warmed all of your back, fingers slowly dipping lower, massaging the soreness in your muscles until they ended up above your ass, making you jolt.

"Sorry," you apologized, wiping your eyes as you tried to slide away, thinking it was a mistake where his hand landed. However, the arm around your shoulder didn't budge as you tried to slip out, his other hand creeping up your leg instead, brushing aside the blanket.

"I don't mind," the stranger muttered, leaning forward. His nose brushed against your hair, and you heard him taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent that you didn't even want to know what it smelled like. Immediately, goosebumps erupted all over you, your body tensing under his touch as you turned stiff as a board.

"How about you thank me some other way since we'll be stuck here together all night? Let's take some of that tension off you, shall we?"

You could hear the disgusting grin on the man's lips and knew exactly what he was suggesting. Your eyes darted to the door, knowing where it was even in the darkness. Only a small bolt locked it from the inside, and as the stranger's hand crept higher on your thigh, fingers pressing and massaging the flesh, you were planning your way out frantically. The sound of him letting out a long, satisfied sigh was enough to finally put your plans into action while you were filled with disgust.

"Please stop!" you pleaded, pressing your hands to his chest. Still hoping to find reason within him. You cursed the monster for actively encouraging you to do as good as nothing while it had captured you, all your muscles seemingly evaporated as you couldn't even push him an inch away from you.

"Come on, don't I deserve a reward?"

"No! Not like this, please! I don't want that!"

"Don't be like that now! I helped you, didn't I?"

Panic made your blood pound in your mind, pumping you full of adrenaline that you thought had all been emptied out while you ran from your captor. You hadn't realized the man's thoughts, disgusting, vile, and opportunistic, no different from the monster you were with before. But if you had to choose, you chose neither.

Luck was in your favor, and as the man tried to topple you over, the barely helpful blanket gave you a chance to slide out from under him, your nails scratching over the floor as you got to your feet, dashing towards the door. He tried to get up after you, though he wasn't as quick and found less hold on the ground, so you had time to find and unbolt the lock with shaky hands; your breath uneven as you tore open the door and ran into the dark night.

The small clearing before the hut was eerily quiet, but with your blood rushing in your ears, you didn't notice the absence of sounds. Unfortunately, that was also where you ran out of luck, your foot getting stuck on a root, tripping you over badly.

"Come back here, you idiot!" the stranger whisper-yelled after you. On one hand, he had a point: neither of you should be out at this hour, causing a ruckus. But you were way past reason as you knew that going back there would mean he'd do something to you, one way or another. You had escaped one monster, but your fellow human was no better than one. Different, yet just as harmful.

"It was just a joke! Come back here right now! You're getting us--"

His voice was cut off, and you didn't hear his steps behind you anymore, confusion forcing you to look back over your shoulder as you stumbled to your feet. Clouds seemed to break open at the exact moment that you looked at him, letting the moonlight through as you found your footing in a daze, furrowing your brows as you noticed the stranger not staring at you.

His mouth hung open, head tilted back, his eyes wide and filled with unimaginable terror. You were appalled yet intrigued by what he saw when your body crashed into a wall, the unmistakable feeling of scales rubbing over your skin. There was nowhere to run as the elongated body you knew too well started to wrap and tighten around you, a large hand sinking to your back, its palm covering it protectively, keeping you pressed against the monster you initially ran from, his black scales enveloping you in darkness.

"It's- It's real," the man mumbled, his voice turning into yelling as he continued in a ramble, "It's real! It's actually real!"

All you could do was shiver as you heard the man laugh manically behind you. As if he hadn't believed you until he saw the monster you had described. You didn't know what was better: running away alone, staying with the beast, or being with the stranger. Every one of these options made your gut churn. How did he even find you? How could he catch up so quickly despite you two running all day? When you ran out of the hut, you hadn't even seen a shadow, much less a body, so where had the monster come from?

The creature leaned down, his humanoid upper body hovering over you, palm pressing you against him a little more. And in what you could only describe as monstrous comfort, you felt a rumble go through him, soft and even, his thumb brushing over your back. It was different from the comforting touch of the stranger, but no less ill-willed and a lure into more danger. Even when the monster tried to seem less like the bad guy, you knew it was far from the truth. The trust he attempted to pull out from your subconscious as he protected you, was misplaced and unwarranted. His hands were cold, his body abnormally. Like a ghost, sending shivers down your spine and spooking you to your very core.

Behind its purr and comfort, he was still a monster.

You gasped and flinched—hard—when you heard his tail slam into the ground, the maniacal laughter dying instantly and being replaced by the cracking of bones and splashing of flesh. You didn't dare to look back, couldn't stomach a glance at the dead body smashed into pulp behind you.

Even when the monster picked you up, your arms wrapping around his thick neck instinctively as you had so many times before, your mind ordered you to be compliant, but you couldn't stop shivering. You didn't want to submit to the monster, nor did you want to end up smashed and dead as well. Just like before, you cried into the shoulder of your savior pitifully as he carried you back into the dark forest, clawing onto you and not giving you the same lucky chance to slide out of his grasp.

He carried you for a long time at a leisure place, ducking under branches and brushing away thorny bushes, and only then did you realize how far you had come—how close you were to escaping the creature. The despair tore your sanity into pieces. He had no hurry while carrying you back, but when he sunk underground, the moonlight fading from your sight, you knew it was hopeless.

The monster laid you down into soft furs, the darkness surrounding you a familiar threat, forcing you to experience every touch and every sound much more intense than before. It had never spoken to you in all the time you two were together, but it didn't let you forget it was there. His face rubbed against yours, tongue lapping at the pulse in your throat, and he purred and hummed, his tail coiling around your leg, scales scrapping over your skin.

He rested his face against your throat, taking a deep, audible breath, and you thought back to the man who had tried to save you, doing the same. Monsters, you thought. Monsters, all of them.

"M-- Mhm--" you suddenly heard, feeling the vibration in the creature's chest, and you held your breath, the sound almost familiar, like a voice.

"Mat-- Ma-tsss--" Slowly, the pronunciation got clearer, strained and uncanny as it was, followed by a hissing sound. You couldn't help the goosebumps on your skin, the scales tightening around you as they felt the change, imprisoning your limbs while the monster kept trying to speak in an unfamiliar tongue.

You saw the glint of his eyes hovering above you, something dripping down onto your cheek. You had no way of knowing what it was, but by the sounds of straining, you guessed it was drool as the monster tensed and flexed his jaw for more mobility. You could only stare in wonder and fear alike.

"Wha-- What?" you uttered, confused and agitated by the whole situation, frightened and unsure what to make of it.

"Mi-- Mine," it finally stammered out, and time seemed to halt as you stared, bewildered. It had never said a coherent word to you, much less did you think it understood your talking. But as the darkness and silence carried one, he repeated it, and you felt like, finally, everything was beginning to make sense.

"Mate. Mine."

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xratwriterx · 1 month

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A Story For Monster Fuckers

NSFW 18+

Synopsis: What starts as a classic horror story about a terrifying beast eating you alive becomes something far sluttier.

Word Count: 5000 (give or take)

Kinks/Triggers: wendigo(?) x female reader, NOT a lore accurate wendigo, monster x female reader, hell of a size difference, tongue fucking, multiple orgasms, breeding, it's a love story kinda but you're also silly and delulu.

Note: This is NOT an authentic wendigo. You're getting the stereotypical deer monster, not the humanoid cannibal creature from actual legend. I feel it's important to mention this, because the stories of what wendigos and skinwalkers are and such have been tainted by modern American culture, and deserve to be appreciated for what they are. I take LOTS of creative liberties in this story, and I just wanted to make sure y'all were aware. ;D

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It was supposed to have just been a regular stroll through the woods.

You were lost. Of course you were lost. You had known from the start that this whole thing was a wretched and horrible idea. But oh, you just had to listen to your friends didn't you? It wasn't like you had anything better to do…

Your buddy Benjamin in particular had made you feel somewhat comfortable with the whole idea. He was a massive man whose facial hair made him look far older than he actually was. He liked to go hunting around here, and he even brought his hunting rifle with him before coming to pick you and your friends up, more so to make you feel safe than anything else. “I've traveled through these woods for years now. I know every nook and cranny, ain't nothin gonna hurt you out here,” he had spoken as if the whole idea of your fear was annoying, though you knew he meant no harm, “Those stories you hear are just told for the fun of it. Those old geezers yapping on about cannibal cryptids just get a kick outta scaring you.” It was hard to not feel safe around him. He'd made himself very clear that he wasn't interested in you, (frankly, he didn't seem to have an iota of desire for a partner in his body), and he'd always been there to pick you up when you fell down. So when all of your friends were gonna go with him down some new and obscure little trail he had found just for the hell of it, it wasn't too challenging to egg you on to just join in.

Now you were really regretting listening to him.

You couldn't pinpoint when it was exactly that you had gotten lost. You were never all that good at paying attention, and you normally liked to just go nonverbal and let your friends do all the yapping while you were out and about. You had gotten caught up in the forest's beauty, staring up at the leaves and how the sun shot its rays of light between the gaps. It had been like walking underneath one enormous painting, filled with random and intricate layers of dazzling greens and soft browns. It was remarkably beautiful, so much so that by the time you stopped to look around again…

You had tried calling out for somebody, but nobody had come. You had tried backtracking, but everything looked the same, and there were a lot more diverging paths than what you had remembered. Worst of all, the sun was going down, and you knew once its light was gone that you wouldn't be able to see a thing.

You tried to take a deep breath. It was difficult not to panic, especially because of the sheer unfamiliarity of it all. It was like the entire layout of the forest changed every time you blinked. The very air you were breathing seemed to be tainted. It was like that feeling you get whenever you walk into a place and just know there's something paranormal about it. These woods were more than just haunted. It was almost as if you had been placed under some kind of curse.

Just as it was really getting dark, you saw a large field through a thicket of bushes. You hesitated for a moment, before finally deciding to go off the trail completely. Maybe a helicopter could see you better from a big open space like this, though you hoped it wouldn't also make you more visible to anything that wanted to eat you…

The sun was just about gone now. Great. At least there were some large rocks near the center of the field that you could hide by. They leaned on each other and were shaped in a way that provided minimal shelter, but it was better than nothing. You huddled up and decided to just keep your mouth shut until you heard something that sounded friendly…

As time went by, you checked to see if your phone had any signal for good measure. Of course, it didn't, but that little box of light and colors was your only piece of familiarity in all of this. You took a moment to look through your photos, clearing some unnecessary clutter while thinking back to all of the memories you had before this.

You weren't gonna die out here. You were scared out of your damn mind, but you knew in your gut that this wasn’t how it was going to end. You couldn't have been THAT far from home, and even if you were, you were in a spot that must've been easy to find from the air. Maybe tomorrow you could even grab some rocks and spell out the word “help” or something. If anything, this was an opportunity to collect some crazy new y/n lore.

You turned down the brightness on your phone and looked up at the sky for what was supposed to be a moment, before becoming completely entranced. You had never seen so many stars before, and the moon was casting its light down on the soft grass that surrounded you. You had never seen something that managed to be so simultaneously beautiful and creepy. It certainly wasn't helping that everything had just gone utterly silent. You could've sworn you had heard birds chirping before, but now there was nothing. When you finally took a moment to acknowledge your surroundings again, you felt your heart sink. There was something in the woods looking back at you.

You could barely make out its figure, but it was standing right at the forest edge, and it did not look normal. It wasn't moving at all, but you knew it wasn't just an oddly shaped tree. You could feel its eyes on you. A cool rush of adrenaline had shot out from your spine through your entire body. You refused to blink, because you knew the moment you did it would be gone. Sure, seeing some beast in the distance was frightening, but it was better than knowing something was out there without knowing its exact location. You sat completely still, hoping it wasn't looking at you, even though you knew it was. This was definitely the most intense staring contest you had ever been in.

You could feel your eyes starting to burn and well with tears, but you just couldn't bring yourself to blink. You did your best to keep an eye on the thing as you slowly opened your phone and pressed the button for the flashlight. With a triumphant movement, you raised the light to see what was there and…

There was nothing. The light didn't reach. In fact, the bright light caused your eyes to adjust, and now you couldn’t see the tree line. Not only that, but you had also just confirmed to this creature that you were in fact present. You quickly turned the light off, and of course by the time your eyes had adjusted again, the creature was long gone.

Cursing yourself for making such an idiotic move, you tried to huddle closer to the rocks, as if they'd protect you at all from whatever was out there. You knew you had seen something. This wasn't your eyes playing tricks on you, as much as you wished that were the case.

Every second felt like a minute. The tension was so thick it could've been sliced with a disposable plastic knife that you’d find at a birthday party. You were frantically scanning the tree line in front of you, but the rocks you were hiding behind blocked any view of the woods behind you, and you didn't dare try to look around. You were just waiting for something to slowly peek its head around. Your brain kept conjuring up worse and worse ideas of what you had just looked at, making this living nightmare all the more unbearable, and that wasn't even mentioning the regret you felt for pulling your damn phone flashlight out.

The woods began to speak again. Whatever had been looking at you was gone now. You nearly screamed when you saw something trotting across the field in front of you, but you let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was a deer.

A few more followed, and they moved with purpose, almost as if they wanted to get through the field as quickly as possible. You didn't blame them, but you weren't about to join in. This field was your only chance of rescue, and you weren't about to let some spooky cryptid fresh out of a shitty YouTube analog horror video scare you off. You triumphantly smiled and almost laughed, more out of the insanity of it all than anything else, but you didn't dare make a sound. You had no delusions about the fact that whatever the hell was out there was absolutely real.

You tried to conjure up from memory what exactly those old men in town had said in those tales about the forest. It was a legend that had been passed down through the generations, one of a great beast that was once the most handsome man in an old native tribe. He was an arrogant man, and a cunning warrior, who through his strength and charm had become the leader of his people. But when this had happened, he only became greedy for more. He started to attack neighboring tribes, and he started a unique tradition of feasting on the captured leaders while they were still alive. This displeased the gods, and the more he did this, the more corrupt and insane he became. One day, the nearby tribes finally banded together as one and managed to capture him. It was then that he was banished to roam the woods until he died, never to be seen again…

But, while his mortal punishment had been given, the gods were still not satisfied, and so they cursed him with eternal life, a twisted form, and a permanent, insatiable hunger for human flesh. Rumor has it that he roams these woods to this day, looking for his next victim. His original name has long since been forgotten. Only the word “Wendigo” remains…

Before, you had at least felt comfort in knowing these stories weren't true, but now that you had seen that thing, you couldn't think up a better explanation. Maybe you wouldn't make it out of here alive after all…

No, the minute you started to think like that was the moment it was all over. This was a prank, some cruel stupid prank your so called “friends” were playing on you. So what if they had always been extraordinarily kind and understanding before, and had never pulled something remotely mean on you before. It was a better explanation than being hunting by a mythical creature, right?

You took a deep breath, and called out into the woods, “I'm not scared of you!” The woods went quiet again the moment you finished speaking. You could almost feel the trees around you calling you a dullard. “Th-this is all just a stupid prank! And it's NOT funny! So- just come out RIGHT now! Or I'll-”

Something in the forest screamed.

You nearly squeaked before going silent. That sound you had heard was not human. It sounded like a mixture between a howl and a screech, something along the lines of a dying bovine. It had come from behind the rocks you were hiding in.

A few moments passed, and another sound came forth. This time it was a low growl, accompanied with the sound of claws on rock. You knew it was doing this on purpose. If it wanted to be silent, it definitely could've. It was slowly making its way to your left, coming around to reveal itself to you. There was nothing you could do to stop this creature.

It started with a hand, covered in a thin layer of black fur and tipped with sharp claws. Then came around the rest of the creature. It must've been at least 8 feet tall, though right now it was crouching low to get a better look at you. Its waist was deathly thin, its skin gripping around its ribcage. Despite its humanoid shape, its head was completely foreign. Its face took the form of a deer’s skull, with a set of antlers coming from atop its head. Most apparent of all was a pair of dimly lit red eyes...

There was no way this was some kind of prank. It would take a level of coordination that you knew your friends couldn't pull off. You were certain you were looking at that beast of legend the locals talked about so much. You were face to face with the Wendigo.

It let out another low growl. You desperately wanted to move, but fear had paralyzed you. It moved with surprising grace, leaning its head forward to give you an almost curious look. “A-are you gonna eat me or what?” you barely managed to whimper out. The creature simply stared into your eyes for a moment before… shaking its head.

“Wh…what?” you gawked in disbelief, “Can you… understand me?” The creature slowly moved its head up and down. You laughed. How else were you supposed to react? Not only had you just met a supernatural creature, it wasn't trying to kill you.

“So… you can't talk, but you can- okay, there aren't any mushrooms in this forest that can mess me up, right?” The creature nonchalantly shrugged in response, backing up slightly and looking around before looking back at you. “That… isn't helpful,” you sighed. Suddenly, the creature grabbed your ankles.

“Hey! What're you-” it pulled your waist out from under you, dirtying up your jeans as it began to sniff you all over. You giggled and kicked your feet, trying to tuck your neck away as the creature smelled you, “Heheheh- h-hey! Cut that out! That tickles-” What started as short sniffs turned into a deep inhale. The creature lifted its head back a bit, as if relishing in your scent before leaning forward again as it pulled your waist closer to… his.

Yep, it was very apparent now that this was a boy. There was a massive piece of evidence now throbbing between his legs to prove it. You blushed at the sight before quickly looking back up the monster, “Y-you’re joking. Awwww great, you're telling me I got a HORNY forest monster?!” The Wendigo responded by bringing his hands to your hips, grasping them with shocking gentleness as he purred in your ear. The worst part was, the whole thing was turning you on.

The beast brayed with what sounded like slight desperation, but oddly enough, he wasn't advancing things any further. The tip of his fat monster cock was already starting to ooze with precum, but something was holding him back. You looked up to see the Wendigo was staring you down, almost as if he wanted something…

“N-no way- are you asking me for my consent?” you spoke in utter shock. The creature simply groaned, letting out a short and frustrated huff before nodding. “Okay, first of all. I don't appreciate your sass. Second- hey!” The creature had gently begun dragging the tip of its tongue from your collarbone to your jawline, eliciting a slight moan, much to your embarrassment. The beast’s chest rumbled and jumped, a deep, powerful laugh coming from behind its exposed jaw. “H-hey. None of this is funny. Okay mister? You need to- hhhhah…” The Wendigo lightly flicked its tongue along your neck as its knee pressed up between your legs. You tried to close them, but the monster responded by grabbing your knees with his hands and easily prying them open. The monster growled at you again, refusing to take things any further.

You took a moment to catch your breath and think. Maybe this creature could help you? It certainly didn't seem like anything in the forest wanted to mess with it. Even so, you felt you were perfectly capable of handling things on your own. You still liked your little plan with the helicopter and the rocks.

No, there was something else now. Morbid curiosity. You were curious as to what it would be like to let this thing fuck you. The monster certainly seemed like he had the capacity to be gentle…

“O-okay… I-I'll let you do it… but you have to follow my instructions. No funny business, g-got it?” the monster slowly nodded in understanding, backing off slightly and bowing his head.

“Okay… u-uhm… do you have a name?” the beast looked up at you before shaking its head. You found this to be strange. Maybe the legends had gotten some things wrong? Surely a former human had a name. “Hm… how about… Wendy?” you smiled sheepishly. It was an odd (and frankly slightly childish) name to give him, but he didn't seem to mind. “Alright…” you mumbled awkwardly, sitting in silence with the creature and not knowing exactly what to do next.

Thankfully, Wendy seemed to be willing to take some initiative. He leaned forward and began grinding his knee up to your crotch again. You let yourself breathe freely now, relaxing as he brought a hand up to your chest and began to massage one of your breasts. “You seem- nnghh- awfully experienced for a forest monster. N-not that I've ever fucked one before. This is definitely- hah- a first for me,” you tried to speak evenly between your little mewls of pleasure, as you let the beast start to help you out of your clothes.

Despite his massive hands, Wendy was extraordinarily careful with you, helping to make sure you didn't tear any of your clothes. He even knew how to undo your bra. As you laid on your now bare back in the cool forest grass, you blushed as the creature took a moment to look you over once more. “Do you like what you see?” you nervously squeaked out. Wendy chuckled and gave you a slight nod, before bringing his hand down between your legs.

He started with a gentle touch, slowly slipping his fingers up your folds before finding your clit. You whimpered and seized up a bit from how sensitive you were and he quickly pulled his hand away, purring in your ear as if to reassure you and giving you a small lick on the cheek before trying again. He went even slower this time, and when he found the sweet spot again he simply held his middle and ring finger there. You took a moment to breathe. It all felt so fast paced, but the more you looked at Wendy, the more you wanted him to fuck you. It was the dirtiness of it all that was really getting to you, allowing this savage beast to have his way with you. You heard a questioning grunt come from him, and you nodded in response, “Yes, I'm ready. J-just start slow…”

Wendy did exactly as you wished, rubbing slowly as he began to place little licks along your cheek and neck again. This seemed to be his way of kissing you, since he didn't have any lips. He grumbled something unintelligible in your ear again, nuzzling his bony face up to yours in an affectionate manner. It was difficult to get a read on his face, since he couldn't exactly make facial expressions either, but his body language certainly implied that he was into you. If he was a human once, you reckoned it somewhat made sense. If anything, it explained why he was so pent up.

He began to move his fingers a little faster now, and you were both settling into a steady rhythm. The creature leaned in closer to you, grunting with arousal and letting out hot breaths of air. He was surprisingly gentle for such a large thing. You could feel yourself melting to his touch, relaxing your muscles as he silently guided you closer and closer to finishing.

“F-fuck Wendy- whoever taught you knew what they were doing- h-hahh-” you could barely speak between the relaxing waves of pleasure, “You're gonna make me cum..” Wendy wasn't speeding up anymore. As you bucked your hips from the pleasure, he simply grabbed you and held you in place, forcing you to hold still and take what he was giving you. It was almost terrifying how easily he could manhandle you. Despite his somewhat slender and unnatural appearance, he was leaps and bounds stronger than anyone you had ever been with before. “F-fuck Wendy! Nngh!-” you squirmed and moaned in ecstacy as you approached your peak, hearing the beast on top of you let out a gentle groan of satisfaction as your orgasm finally arrived. Your entire body shuddered with delight, your head lolling back as you took a moment to recover…

But Wendy wasn't done with you yet.

Now he had slipped lower on your body, prodding your entrance with his bony snout and braying something you couldn't understand. He took a moment to sniff you, before deeply inhaling and embracing your scent. “Hey!” you tried to scoot back, but he easily pulled you back closer, reaching down with his other hand and grasping his massive cock. You didn't know if you'd even be able to handle the thing, but Wendy seemed to have other ideas in mind.

That was when you felt his tongue starting to push inside of you. It was slick and warm with his saliva, and you gasped with surprise at the feeling of it. “Slowly, please,” you squeaked as you felt like you were starting to be stretched. Wendy did as you asked, but he certainly wasn't stopping. He buried his unnaturally long tongue deeper and deeper inside of your pussy, wiggling it around slightly to get a feel for you. It wasn't as thick as his cock was, so it felt a lot easier to handle.

He then began to make his tongue ripple. It felt a bit odd at first, but each ripple pushed right up into your g-spot, and you were quickly finding that you liked it. It was a completely unique sensation that you had never experienced before, but in a way it made sense. Having a long, powerful, dexterous tongue probably helped to break down food, since chewing is difficult to do without a mouth to hold all of that food in. Wendy had begun to stroke himself faster, groaning with delight at your flavor as he tasted your insides.

You tried to match his rhythm with your hips, grinding along with him so that he pushed into your g-spot a little harder. He settled his weight comfortably into his knees, freeing a hand from supporting his weight to hold onto yours. His thumb lovingly rubbed the back of your hand, and you could already feel yourself building up to another orgasm. “Damnit Wendy- f-fUCK you shouldn't be this good- you're gonna make me cum again!” you spoke with a pleasure riddled tone, but you knew it wasn't just skill that was getting you so turned on. You had never done something so deviant before. A one night stand was already a new experience (if you could even call this a one night stand) but you weren't just getting busy with some random guy. You were getting busy with-

“H-HAHH!!” your thoughts were interrupted as you got swept up in an orgasm. Your body shivered and shook as Wendy worked you right back into place with his strength, quickly yet smoothly easing off from working his tongue before gently retracting it from inside you.

You took a moment to breathe, and as you did, the beast slowly clambered his way back to being fully on top of you. You could see his tip was leaking with pre, to the point that a droplet dripped right onto your bare cunt. “W-wait,” you thought out loud, “This couldn't get me pregnant, could it?” Wendy didn't respond. “W-wendy?” you tried to reason with him, “Hey, y-you said you would listen to me, right? Wendy?!” You felt his strong grip on your thigh as he laid his cock out on your stomach, showing you with a seemingly amused expression just how deep inside you he would be going. You gulped nervously, whimpering in terror, “Please.. j-just don't hurt me…”

Wendy's hand then came up to your cheek, gently cupping it as he leaned forward and purred into your ear. You knew he was trying to comfort you, but the fear of pregnancy was still a very real thing.

But… fuck. Wouldn't it be hot to just let this beast have his way? You could just imagine the feeling of him dumping his hot, sticky load inside of you, fertilizing your womb with his seed. You could live a simple life out here in the woods. There would be no more societal pressures or worries. All you'd have to do was take monster dick and learn to live this new life. It didn't seem so bad the more you thought of it…

Wendy interrupted your thoughts once more with a gentle little lick on your cheek, followed by the feeling of his tip pressing up to your folds. He brayed with what sounded like desperation, the muscles in his free hand tensing as he closed it into a fist. He was struggling to control himself.

“Hey, shhhh…” you took Wendy's hand in yours, looking up at him with a gentle yet sheepish smile before saying, “Give it to me… pl-please…”

For a moment you both were locked in that moment, gazing into each other's eyes. Wendy let out a long winded exhale, as if he had been holding his breath. Then, with a deep throated growl, he began to push into you.

You winced. It hurt. You had expected it considering his size. But it also wasn't as bad as you had expected. You realized that him using his tongue earlier had not only felt amazing, but it had also primed you to take his cock instead of just going with that first. You assumed it was purposeful anyway. Reading the creature's thoughts was anything but easy.

He started with small thrusts, with each push stretching you a little more and allowing him to go a little deeper. He took his time, encouraging you with small “kisses” and gentle touches until he was finally fully submerged inside of you. You were soaking wet at this point, your slick fluids lathering up Wendy's dick as he began to get more assertive. He wrapped his arms under yours and held onto your shoulders, and you wrapped your arms around him to start to dig your nails into his back. “Oh god- W-wendyyyy,” you groaned in ecstacy, “You're sooooo big… mnngfff. Ddddon't stooop.” You were beginning to slur your words, your brain shutting down and going foggy as Wendy began to pick up his pace. Now that you had adjusted, his cock felt absolutely amazing. You never knew before that there was so much space inside of you to stimulate.

It didn't help that Wendy was getting more and more vocal with each thrust. What had started as gentle purrs and groans had turned into louder and louder animalistic roars, something like a mixture between a human and a deer. He certainly wasn't ashamed to speak his mind, grunting and growling unintelligible things in your ear that you could only assume was his way to dirty talking. Without context it might have even been comedic, but in this moment it felt all the more attractive to hear him desperately trying to communicate how turned on he was, and it wasn't helping that each thrust was bringing you closer and closer to the brink. You looked in Wendy's eyes. He was getting close too. You could just feel it.

You then wrapped your legs around him, refusing to let him pull out, even if he had been planning on it. You couldn't let this desire go now. You needed to feel him cum in you. “That's right. Fucking christ- pleeease cum inside me! Fill me. Fire that potent sticky load inside my fertile little womb and get me pregnant. I want it- no- I need it, so give it to me big boy! Knock me the fuck up!”

Wendy let out a final triumphant howl as you squealed with overwhelming pleasure. He pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could as you both reached your climaxes. It was timing made into perfection. Of course you were cumming at the same time. Your bodies were made for one another. That's what made doing something so wrong feel so right. You could actually feel his cock throb and pulse with each rope of semen that shot out from his tip, filling your guts more and more. It felt satisfyingly heavenly, like you were comfortably full from a full course meal…

He then slumped forward, nearly crushing you before barely catching himself. He huffed with exhaustion, his eyes blinking as if he was dazed. He didn't pull out, keeping his cum plugged up inside you as he began to lay himself down with you at his side. You allowed your bodies to wrap around one another's, the cool grass making for a surprisingly comfortable bed as Wendy cuddled you close. You snuggled up to his furry chest, listening to his lungs rhythmically fill and empty themselves of air.

You could feel your eyes starting to flutter. This felt oddly comfortable. The bright moon above was sheltered from your eyes by Wendy's arm, and he protectively held you close. Maybe the plan with the helicopter could wait a while. Maybe everything had worked out just fine already. Maybe you were exactly where you needed to be…

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Whew! This one took me a while. It was my longest and most arduous project here yet. I'm taking a much deserved break. Expect shorter stuff for the time being. If you've read this far, I'm genuinely honored. To even reach one person and give them something to enjoy like this is enough to make it all worth it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. <3

#smut #18+ only #smut writing #x reader #male x female #male x reader #monster x reader #monster fucker #size difference #nsft #this took me way too long to make

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heartthrobin · 11 months

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lay me at your feet and i'll hum your favourite tune

sam winchester x female!reader

wc: 860

warnings: pda, reference to chatty!reader, sam being smitten, dean being grumpy, sweet sweet kissin and one or two sexual references

an: the idea for this literally choked me last night as i was watching spn, based off/ set in the last five minutes of ep 4x5 Monster Movie (the one w the dracula). v short, i wrote it in like 20 min at 2am hence barely checked. enjoy :)))

summary: little pda + teasing Dean drabble

“well thank you G-man. you have been a great service … to your country.”

Pennsylvania was muggy, just enough that you could begin to doubt that the town had already slipped into autumn.

the hot sound of slurping suffocated the space again. it made the open air in front of the bar stuffy.

Dean sucked down the remnants of Jamie’s breakfast straight off her tongue.

Jamie. the woman of the hour, predecessor to the ones that would surely follow over in the next state.

he hadn’t spent the night in the motel, Dean. you were sure he was being stripped of his little Hansel and Gretel outfit somewhere across town where Jamie stayed. maybe he deserved it, he’d been drugged and then fragments of moments from electrocution most of the night with Dracula at the wheel.

he came up for barely a second of breath. “what can i say, i’m very patriotic.”

but that doesn’t mean you deserved it. to stand and have to endure the sight and sound. your face twisted in mild disgust and your neck craned up to meet Sam’s head perched at the top of his towering figure.

his face painted uncomfortable, his gaze pointedly moving over the people.

the blonde woman let off a sigh far too hot and loud for the crowded town square at nine in the morning, Dean gripped at the back of her jeans.

Sam’s eyes found you. he shrugged softly. his lips parted and you already knew he was seconds off from suggesting that maybe it would be more comfortable to wait by the car.

but you were never one to miss an opportunity for theatrics.

you reached up, far up, for the collar of your boyfriend’s khaki jacket: flushing him against you.

“oh Sam, you’re my knight in shining armor,” you gasped loudly, enough to stir but not part Dean’s engagement.

tugging gently to not hurt him, but enough to nudge him down: Sam leaned over so his forehead pressed against your own.

“you’re so brave, and so handsome—“

a velvet red flush leaked up from his chest and pooled in his cheeks.

your hands came to the side of his face, one branching slowly behind to tug on the hairs at the base of his neck and he worked hard not to whine - eyes flickering feign irritation at your batting lashes because you knew how much he loved that - but you pretended not to notice either move.

his grip found your waist. your nose bumped his, asking for a quiet consent, and he gently met your lips to satiate your bottomless need to tease Dean.

Sam wasn’t a fan of public displays of affection.

well, maybe that wasn’t the right way to phrase it. he just preferred when everything was just a little … slower. when you would tire yourself out from talking against his neck after a long day before falling against his lips where he’d find his whole body vibrating with his love for you.

but you did. you liked “PDA” and Sam wanted to indulge you when he could. you liked to hold his hand, keep him close between thickets of people. he liked that okay most of the time.

but he liked this too, to his surprise. maybe there was the additional aspect that it was for the main point of pissing off his brother.

but he couldn’t really decide on that. not when your tongue was nudging softly against his amidst a hot, fast kiss. you pulled off with a pop, pretending to fan yourself: slumping against his figure.

“and so intelligent, and with such a big … heart.”

you were sure you could fry an egg off Sam’s forehead the way his skin burnt beneath your hands but the little curl at the edge of his now slick mouth relieved you of the thought that maybe it was too much. that, and the fingers that dug what would soon be deep purple welts into the swell of your hips.

your tongue was already pushing past his lips again, halfway through the most pornographic moan you could muster for such a public space when Dean had evidently had his fill, of Jamie’s breakfast and of your dramatics.

“alright, alright. we’re done. you guys can stop face-fucking now … please.”

you drew back from a blood red Sammy, grinning.

Jamie was laughing, giggling pretty like how you imagined someone as good-looking as her would.

“just saying our goodbyes. you guys did save my life.” she smiled, laughs cooking to a soft bubble and wrapping her arms around herself. “travel safe okay?”

there was a murmur of nods and goodbyes and, for Dean, last pecks.

by the time you’d fallen into the backseat and Baby began to grumble beneath you, Dean was still huffing.

“for the record, you two only had to listen to me make out for five minutes. i can barely go take a thirty second shower without having to hear you two going at it like wild animals.”

Sam still hadn’t said a thing, but a soft shake of a chuckle rippled from beneath his jacket. you laughed until your ribs hurt.

“so dramatic, Deano.”

“makes two of us.”

#sam winchester x reader #sam Winchester imagine #sam Winchester Drabble #sam Winchester fanfiction #sam Winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader

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spidercookie18 · 3 months

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your heart was pounding. it felt like it was seconds from beating out of your chest. your legs instinctively moved forward. not willing to turn around. not willing to stop moving.

your breath was so loud in your ears. it only served to make the fear in your belly grow bigger. the fear of how loud you were being. you were sure he could hear you. the adrenaline made you nauseous. or maybe it was how hard you were running. what would happen when he caught you? you didn't want to know.

it was rare to say that the boys scared you. they were trusted souls that you spent much of your time around...but they were still wild animals at heart. beasts with an appetite that could not be satiated by mortal standards. they could eat, and devour, and gorge til their hearts content. they didn't always eat for sustenance, but they always ate their fill of flesh.

as you ran through the woods, the trees snagged your clothes. the rocks and thorns cut through your skin. the thin branches whipped across your cheeks as you pushed through a thicket. trying desperately to flee from what was hunting you down. you could feel the warm blood and tears trickle down your face. they chilled your skin as they cooled. it was a sickening feeling that drove you forward. there was little you could do to guide yourself through the night. the moonlight barely shone though the canopy of the forest. blinding you. trapping you. you were a mouse running in his labyrinth. he was toying with you. and you knew it.

if this brunet beast wanted to catch you, he could have easily done so by now. he was enjoying this. you couldn't have imagined your fling with Paul the other night would drive Dwayne to this. he was livid that him and the others had to stand off to the side while you had your way with Paul. you were having innocent fun. well, not so innocent. but you didn't think his jealousy would make him go absolutely mad.

he lured you to the woods in the night. with promises of passionate moonlit love making. soft, sweet, gentle love and the warm embrace that Dwayne was best at. you had pictured his big strong arms wrapped around you. keeping you safe, sweet nothings of hiding you away from his brothers and making you his.

but this was nothing like you'd imagined.

you waited for him, in the cold and the dark of night. you waited almost to the point where you thought of leaving. the sense of unease in your belly.

something was watching you

you had no idea it was the gentle giant you knew and loved. mad with envy. he finally appeared when you called him. his phone ringing in the tree nearby. he landed in front of you. the quiet sound of his shoes touching the ground was a reminder, in the back of your mind, that he was a hunter. you only knew he was there, because he wanted you to know. when he stood, and walked to you, it made the hair on your body stand on end. something was wrong. very wrong. you tried to call out to him, but your voice left you the second you noticed his gleaming eyes. they looked like they were glowing as he moved towards you in the night. you felt your body shiver. was it from the cold? or from fear? he chuckled. it was darker than you'd come to know. Dwayne was going to prove a point to you.

something to be feared, and not toyed with. he was a predator, a monster, a vampire. and he was going to have you, whenever he wanted you.

"It seems you've forgotten your place, rabbit." his voice boomed in his chest. you felt your heartbeat pick up. you moved a foot behind you. your body instinctively getting ready to flee from danger. "run, rabbit," that sickening laughter left the cavern of his sternum again. from the dim moonlight you could see Dwaynes fangs peak through his smile. "run."

that was all you needed. maybe it was his thrall, or how he acted. but you were afraid.

afraid didn't even begin to cover it. you felt a pure, primal fear etch its way through your veins. it settled into your bones and tore through your muscles. it screamed and shouted like a siren going off in your brain. and it told you, like Dwayne had, to run.

your next step took you by surprise. the ground was further down than you anticipated, and you tumbled to your knees. you hit the cold, wet dirt hard. your palms were scraped, and gravel and dirt stuck to your hands. you sucked in air through your teeth. your body ached. a thousand thoughts raced through your mind and you knew this was an opening Dwayne would not hesitate to take advantage of. you heard his deep laugh in your ears; like he was right behind you. and you flinched. there was no one there.

he was in your head.

you shut your eyes. trying to focus on what was happening. this was not a break you could afford to have. with a cry, you willed yourself to get up. your legs buckled as you tried to stand, and as you found your bearings, you were knocked back to the ground.

Dwayne blindsided you. he tackled you from your side, full speed, and you bent as he hurled you both across the air. when you finally hit the ground, you felt the wind be knocked from you. his weight was unbelievable. the dense muscle structure of him and his vampire brothers made them incredibly heavy. you kicked and screamed, but you knew it wouldn't help. you tried to push him off. you clawed at him and at the ground. anything you could think of.

his nails gripped into your sides, and Dwayne turned you onto your stomach. you tensed. waiting. preparing. for the pain of him. to tear your flesh like paper. like you'd seen them do to others. you could feel the vampire's breath on the back of your neck. the anticipation of Dwaynes fangs brought tears to your eyes. you tried to tense your shoulders to hide your neck from him, but he easily gripped the back of your head and moved it to make a space for his mouth. you could hear the wet of his mouth as he prepared to devour you. you felt a sob come from you. involuntary, and the last thing you did before Dwayne came down on your skin.

"Got you."

his voice was calm again. smooth, and warm like amber, with a hint of sadistic humor in it. instead of the sensation of his sharp fangs, it was a gentle kiss to your ear. the sound and feel of his lips against the shell of your ear was a shock to you. "w-what?" your voice came out meek and confused. "I got you, haha." Dwayne was amused. he shifted to the side and got off of you. he gently helped you up to sit on the ground in front of him. you were still in shock. your mind went blank. the adrenaline of fleeing for your life, and the unknown threat of Dwayne's foreign behavior, juxtaposed to his kind smile now was a shock. the way he looked over you. he was plucking the leaves and twigs from your hair. gently straightening out your clothes.

"you were really scared weren't you?" Dwayne laughed. "I can hear your heart beating sooo loud." he retracted his hands from your hair, and sat on his haunches in front of you. his large brown eyes bore into you. they looked over your form, and they finally settled on the cuts along your palms, and your cheeks. "oh, babydoll, let me fix that." he took your hands in his and turned your palms up towards him. he rubbed his thumbs over the dirt to wipe it off, and with the flat of his tongue he licked the blood off your skin. the sting of the abrasions in the meat of your hand slowly dissipated. his tongue was cool, and wet, it helped soothe the last of the pain.

"you-," your mind was ablaze with an array of emotions. Dwayne ignored you. he sat forward and his wide, slimy tongue licked across your cheeks to your ears. Covering the length of the thin cuts in your face in his saliva. getting the last of the blood off of you. "you fucking asshole!" You shoved your hands into Dwayne's chest. "you scared the crap out of me!" you punched his shoulder. angry that he did this just to mess with you.

you were pissed. and Dwayne was laughing again. "oh come on, I wasn't going to do anything," he snickered.

you huffed, "you hurt me!"

"no i didn't," he scoffed.

"I'm bleeding!"

"well, not anymore"

"you tackled me!"

"oh yeah, i forgot about that,"

he reached a hand out to you, apologetic in his nature; but you, still angry, pushed him away. "fuck this, I'm going home,"you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. he lied to you, and made you run though the woods. your nice outfit was cut up and filthy now. there was no point in sticking around for whatever he actually had planned.

Dwayne watched you stand and turn to leave, "if you do that, I'll just bring you right back here."

you flipped him off, still walking away from him. having no actual idea where you were in the forest you picked a direction and started off.

"Y/N, I'm warning you," Dwayne called after you.

"fuck you!" you tried to feel for your phone in your pocket. praying you didn't drop it somewhere under a log or something. luckily, you found it. you decided that you were just going to call one of the other boys to come and get you. that would really piss Dwayne off, but you wanted to get even with him. deliberately trying to get under his skin. as you were about to start dialing for one of the other vampires, you felt the ground leave from under you. Dwayne came up behind you. he simply picked you up around the waist, and walked you right back over to where he had tackled you. you flailed against his hold, and he placed you back on the ground. your feet felt the safety of the dirt below, and pushed him off. you grunted, and turned around to leave. He stepped in front of you. "Dwayne, knock it off," you turned again and started to leave. Dwayne scooped you up in his arms and walked you back. "Dwayne! I'm serious!" you shouted at him. He still had you cradled in his arms.

"I'm serious too. I'll just keep bringing you right back here." he gently squeezed you in his arms.

You pushed your hands to his chest, "put me down you jerk!"

"okay, fine" he opened his arms, and you fell five feet to the ground.

you hit the ground with an 'oomph'. your ass and back were hurting now. you hated imagining the way the mud looked on the back of your pants. you shifted to the side to rub the back of your hip where you fell. Dwayne was looking down at you. half sorry, and half irritated with you.

thats it. you were done fighting him. you grabbed your phone, and with your muddy fingertips you swiped at the screen.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm calling Paul to come get me," you crinkled your nose at the brunet.

Dwayne laughed. "What's Paul gonna do? He's not gonna take you away from me. He doesn't even answer his phone!"

"He does when I call him,"you stuck your tongue out at him. the phone was ringing. after a moment, Paul picked up. you both could clearly hear his jovial voice through the speaker. "Paul, I need you to come get me, Dwayne's being an- aah!," Dwayne scooped you up without letting you finish your sentence. the fast motion of him grabbing you almost made you drop your phone. you were fighting to get out of his hold, but after you realized how high up you were, you clung to him. "D-Dwayne put me down!" You tried to sound fierce, the faux threat of what could happen if he denied your request. "Poor choice of words, Y/N," you could feel Dwaynes hold on you slip. "WAIT!" you clung to the collar of his jacket. anywhere you could get your hands.

you both could hear Paul's worried voice through the phone.

'y/n? what happened?'

"You are being a fucking brat!" Dwayne snarled in your face. "You're being a bigger brat!" you wiggled and grunted against him. "

Will you stop?!" Dwayne held you easily by one arm around your waist, and with the other he gripped your chin; forcing you to look at him. "I'm sick of your attitude!" Dwayne's face was in a hard scowl. He looked down at you through his glistening eyes, but you tried your damndest to keep from looking at him. he dug his nails into your jaw, pulling your face closer to his. "Look at me!" he growled. there were tears of frustration threatening to break over your waterline. you stared defiantly up at him. the redness in the tip of your nose beginning to grow as you tried to hold back your tears. your breast heaving against his chest. the furrow in your brows. even with all the anger in your round, little face, Dwayne couldn't help but think you looked adorable. you, this small, angry creature, covered in mud and still vaguely smelling of blood and perfume. you hated him in this moment. with all the passion your body could hold, you hated him. but that passion turned into something else as Dwayne pushed his lips against yours. the hate and anger in you morphed into heat. heat in your face. in your chest. all though your body you felt hot. you kissed him back, still desperately clinging to him. his lips were so full and soft against yours, though he kissed you with feverish want. you couldn't help but moan into his mouth. a soft whimper left you as he moved to kiss down your throat. he snatched the phone from you and turned you around. you were disheartened to feel the absence of his kiss on your body. Dwayne still had his arm around your waist, and flew you both over to a nearby branch. your body was thrust into the branch. it hurt like hell. you could feel the wind be knocked from you. your legs dangled freely in the air. it was evident from the deep pain that there would be a harsh bruise across your abdomen when this was all over. Dwane slid the phone across the branch til it was just out of your reach. you tried to pull yourself up and across the branch, but a large hand was pressed against your back to hold you in place. Dwayne hooked a finger into the hem of your jeans, and ripped the seat of your pants open. the grating sound of the denim ripping was enough to make Paul start screaming worryingly into the phone again.

'y/n! are you okay? what's happening??'

"Paul ju-," you tried to reach for the phone to hang it up, but the vampire nearest you had no intention of letting you get it. Dwaynes fingertips dug into the plush of your hips. his claws leaving harsh red lines as he pulled your ass up towards him. your phone just out of reach on the branch. you didn't dare try for it again for fear of losing your grip on the tree. you could feel Dwayne's breath on you again. this time, it was lower, much lower. he gave a teasing lick across your bare slit and you yelped. poor Paul on the other end could only listen to your cries. he had no clue where you both were, and even if he did, Dwayne would just drag you away to a another hiding place. you could feel your brunet captor give another teasing lick across your cunt. this time, it dug lightly between your folds. he pressed his wriggling muscle further and further into your warm slit. his tongue was sitting fat in your cunt. it wiggled in and out of you. dragging across the ridges of your pretty pink pussy. you bit your lip, trying to keep your moaning to yourself. you didn't want poor Paul to have to listen to that. Dwayne knew you were trying to be quiet, but he wanted to punish you and Paul. he wanted his little 'brother' to be jealous. both that he was enjoying the taste of you, and that he wasn't part of the mix. Dwayne started twisting his tongue inside of you. He latched his lips around your sopping cunt and sucked on your needy little bud while his tongue worked you over. "Oh fuck! Dwayne!" your voice sounded so whiney. it was such a horny sound you were making, and you tried to burry your face in your forearms.

Dwayne was satisfied with your reaction, and slowly pulled his tongue out of you. He watched as your feet kicked desperately at the branch below, trying to find something to stand on to no avail. He rubbed himself through his jeans, and teasingly rubbed his thumb and forefinger across your slit. he undid his fly and button, he lazily massaged your aching nub. he heard your breath catch in your throat, and your desperate little dance of trying to find something to stand on only grew as you looked to find a way to get more pressure to your nub.

Dwayne licked his lips. the smell of your want in the air was enough to drag low growls from him. he wanted to take you then and there when he first caught you, but he was worried he overdid it. he wanted to get your hear racing, but he still wanted you to enjoy yourself.

your vampire lover was languidly stroking his cock. he lined himself up with your entrance and dragged his tip up and down your slit to collect some of your love. he bit his lip in anticipation. Dwayne looked over to the phone screen, that was still lit with the call screen and Paul's contact name. "Hey Paul," Dwayne called out. His deep voice echoing through the treetops. "I want you to listen. real closely," the brunet poorly stifled a chuckle. you gasped loudly as he pushed slowly into you. your breath hitching in your throat. the sharp cry of a wounded animal; being pierced by this beast. Dwayne watched as your should blades shifted under your clothes, watching you paw at the tree. not actually trying to get away as you wanted him more to devour you. he savored how you opened for him as he pushed further in. and you could feel your eyes cross as he continued to stretch you.

it was always a feat to take Dwayne.

it was a tight squeeze. you could feel your walls gripping the life out of Dwaynes member. even with the extra lubrication from Dwaynes slimy tongue, it was hard for him to move. your nails dug into the bark of the tree. you could feel the tears beginning to pick the sides of your eyes. Paul was on the other end, still listening to you gasp for air. the high pitched, broken whines in between your panting. Dwayne finally settled against your cervix. if you weren't pressed flush against the tree you were sure you'd be able to see the bulge of him through your skin. he gave a gentle push further in, wishing so horribly that you could take his last inch. you winced. it was almost painful, and he hadn't even started moving. Dwayne pulled back,

s l o w l y

dragging his heavy tip through the ridges of your tight cunt. it was agonizingly slow. you half wanted to turn around and beg him to hurry up and fuck you. his tip sat just on the inside of your entrance. almost all the way out of you. he tugged his hips backwards and with a loud POP, your cunt released him. "oohhh, fuck," he growled. he gripped himself around the base, and wiped his tip across your clit. he gathered more of your love that was beginning to drip down you, and eagerly shoved it back inside. "ooooh, Dwayne,"a breathy moan left your throat. he pressed through your walls again, and pressed himself against your ass. he was as flush against you as he could be, and he gripped the rest of your jeans and ripped them further apart. he half pulled himself back. his fingers laced themselves through the loops on your pants and slammed himself back in you. he pushed you forward against the branch. he started an eager speed. it wasn't overly fast, but it was firm. he fucked into you with a steady pace. all you could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked into you. the wet sounds coming from you two. the sloppy sucking sounds of your cunt as it enveloped Dwayne. "oohhh fuck that's good" he grunted. you were embarrassed that Paul had to hear that. why hadn't he hung up by now? you couldn't reach the phone to hang up, you just waited for Dwayne to finish having his way with you. "m'sorry Dwayne, I'm Sorry!" you tried to focus your vision on the dim light of your phone screen. anything to keep your mind off how good your lower-half felt. "I know you're sorry, babydoll" Dwayne laughed. his thrusts were painful. every push felt like he was trying to break through your cervix. and every pull felt like he was dragging your organs out. "you're sooo sorry, you just needed to be fucked, nice and good didn't cha?" he accentuated his thrusts on his words. he was grunting. trying to remember how mad he was with you and Paul. he'd almost forgotten about Paul.

he wasn't just fucking the brat out of you, he was putting on a performance.

Dwayne adjusted his hold on you. he wrapped an arm around your belly, still keeping you up while your legs were dangling freely in the air. and with his other, he spat on his fingers and reached around for your clit. you let out a wail when his wet fingertips started rubbing quick circles around your nub. "Dwayne!" you were mortified to be moaning his name so loudly.

"you hear that Paul?" Dwayne spat. "she's begging, for me!" he felt you clench tighter and tighter around him. it felt like you were sucking him in. when he pulled back, you only sucked him in further. "come for me babygirl," his skilled fingers easily brought you over the edge. and you felt the release come in waves. Dwayne felt your warm wet cunt pulse around his length, and you screamed. you screamed like it was the last sound you'd ever make. like it was your saving grace. your legs shook, and you continued to milk Dwayne's cock for everything it was worth. "mmhp, fuck," Dwayne grunted. he continued to piston his hips against you, riding you through your high. it was euphoric. you felt like you were on cloud 9 as your vampire lover continued to use you as a fuck toy. you fell limp against the tree. if Dwayne wasn't still holding you up, you'd have surely fallen. the brunet thrusted one more harsh move against you, and forced his extra inch down into your cunt. you cried out, and he spurted his cum deep inside you.

Dwayne was bent over you. his long hair coming across your face. his forehead was pressed against your back as he finished painting your insides white. he kissed your back gently, and listened to the soft breathing from your lungs. he pushed himself up and gently started to pull out of you. when he saw his come immediately start to drip out, he pressed himself fully back into you. he didn't want it dripping out of you on the way home. and he'd completely ripped your panties off along with your destroyed jeans. he chuckled when he realized he was going to have to take you home, fully sheathed in you. he leaned across you and picked up your phone and spoke into it, "we'll be home soon. see you then." he hung up on Paul and put your phone in his jacket pocket. "now... how the hell am i going to do this?"

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renlyslittlerose · 3 months

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For the kiss prompts: "i really, really want to kiss you right now" + heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together 👀👀👀

So sorry for this being so late! I hope it fits the bill! Definitely inspired by that episode in TCW where Obi-Wan and Anakin wake up that giant cave bat and bicker the entire time...

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They’d woken something.

Again.

One shortcut through a cave system, the bright glow of two lightsabers, and the reverberation of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s voices as they bickered about which path to take had roused something in the dark. Anakin hadn’t time to see it, but the expression that Obi-Wan reflected back on him was enough to tell Anakin that they had to move - now.

They hurried through the network - taking the left as Obi-Wan had suggested - before Anakin found a crack in the stone walls, small enough to keep the beast out but big enough to let them inside. Catching Obi-Wan’s wrist Anakin tugged him inside the smaller cave, the two tangled up in each other as the beast - whatever it was - hurried after them, its large form causing minor quakes in the stone walls above them and bits of detritus to fall from above.

Staring at the freckles across Obi-Wan’s nose, Anakin took in a shuddering breath and held. Obi-Wan’s breathing was hot and wet across Anakin’s cheeks and lips, coming out in great billowing gusts. His body was warm against Anakin’s own, tense muscles bound by thick layers of armour and dense cloth, the brush of their knees and thighs overriding all thoughts of self-preservation in Anakin’s mind even as the creature in the cave snuffed the ground nearby.

Obi-Wan had squeezed his eyes shut, a soft hiss slipping past his lips as the behemoth lumbered by, its long tail sliding across the dirt covered stones like a uncoiled snake. Without thinking, Anakin brought his hand up to cover Obi-Wan’s mouth as the creature stopped just a few feet from their narrow hiding space. Obi-Wan’s breath was hot across his palm, the bristles of his beard overwhelmingly soft, lips pressed against Anakin’s calloused skin. Anakin’s own breathing was thunderously loud in his skull and chest, and he ducked his head to press his mouth and nose against Obi-Wan’s neck.

Minutes passed, the snuffling and shifting of the creature suffocating the two as they waited. For a brief moment Anakin thought this would be it; the monster would find them, drag them out of their hiding spot, and he’d be eaten alive after having only managed to touch his lips to Obi-Wan’s neck. How fitting that he’d get this close to greatness - to finally taking what he wanted from his Master, consequences be damned - only to have it all snatched away by some great hulking creature from the depths.

But just as Anakin was about to raise his head and confess his love to Obi-Wan before throwing himself to the literal monster, the creature shifted and began moving off; one slow, heavy footstep by one slow, heavy footstep.

They remained as they were for a moment longer, Anakin’s hand over-top Obi-Wan’s mouth, his face pressed against the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, the feel of his pulse still rapidly beating beneath Anakin’s chapped lips. Finally, Obi-Wan’s gentle touch along hips brought Anakin back to the space, and he pulled away enough where he could look at him through the gloom. Obi-Wan’s expression remained unreadable, and Anakin’s chest squeezed as the realization that he’d overstepped sunk in.

“S-sorry,” Anakin whispered. He dropped his hand from Obi-Wan’s mouth and stepped back - just enough until his back hit the wall of the cave, but not far enough where he couldn’t still feel Obi-Wan’s body through the thickets of darkness.

Obi-Wan’s eyes were like jewels in the dark, piercing and luring, and Anakin found himself moving back in. They were still breathing heavily, great steady mouthfuls of air captured before they rushed out across each others’ features. Another moment passed before Anakin let out a shaky sigh that rattled around in the space.

He felt Obi-Wan’s hand along his jaw then, sliding along the bone and the softness of his cheeks before reaching up to the base of his skull. Their foreheads brushed together, Obi-Wan holding on to the back of Anakin’s neck, steadying and comforting. Anakin closed his eyes and swallowed his fear.

They were alright. They were alright and whole and safe, and not in the maws of some ravenous beast that they’d accidentally woken up.

“Anakin…”

Obi-Wan’s voice was hesitant in the dark, a stark contrast to his usual tone.

“Yes, Master?”

The hand on the back of his neck slid back along to his jaw, calloused fingertips rubbing pleasantly across his skin. Anakin held back his whimper and instead pressed in closer, their noses nuzzling. For a moment there was only the sound of their breathing, steadying but still stilted and hitched, before Obi-Wan spoke again.

“I really, really want to kiss you right now.”

Anakin’s chest squeezed, his heart thundering against his breastbone as fear and excitement and disbelief swirled around, catching and tearing and soothing all in one fell swoop. Since the Clone Wars began Anakin had felt like he was tossed from one terrifying moment into another, adrenaline and pure instinct the only things he could rely on.

That, and Obi-Wan.

Anakin let out a laugh, quick and frantic, but before Obi-Wan could pull away, make some distance - show his shame - Anakin closed the gap with an unsteady and desperate embrace.

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #lilredghost #ask

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churchobones · 2 months

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DWC Day 4: Vengeance

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“And then... I remember...”

Bruce looked down at his arm. His skin was pale as the waning moonlight, black veins writhing with every weakened pulse of his heart. His head swam, vision dim and distant.

Bruce looked up. “The Red Witch. What do you know of her?”

The little lord pursed his lips.

“The legend of E’Andusore… The whore told you, did she?” The shards of whispering shadow framing his head began to spin, building momentum. “It’s a tale lost to most of my people.

“She was a vicious crone who haunted a powerful magic circle; she and her nightmare hound, Narral’thix. The sacred site held the key to Life after Death; the natural cycle made manifest in mana. A power she used to butcher innocents and turn farmland fallow.

“As the story goes,” the lord smiled grimly. “She ate the dog’s heart to tap into the circle’s power, raising a mighty tree surrounded by a bramble thicket miles wide that only she could pass through unscathed.

“Until the Lady came with fire. A mother desperate to save her son.”

“Three times I've asked about that story now. The first time I heard it, She shared Her memory with me-- that old Oak Tree.”

Bruce's jaw set as the plaintive mew of a kitten long passed echoed in his mind. In that mansion, where Zelion’s family portraits lined the walls and an Oak Tree split the marble floors, he'd heard her cries.

Her coat was mottled brown with camouflage not yet shed. Milk teeth flashed in the darkness. Paws too big for her scrambled, begging purchase.

Emerald magicks flared outwards from his touch, along the grooves of the Oak’s bark, scrawling up and down the trunk. A whistling shimmer grew twice as loud from below, a tremor taking the ballroom floor felt up through the soles of his feet to his knees; enough to require bracing but not enough to steal his legs out from beneath him. The floor splintered beneath the kit’s paws, a desperate cry falling away into the darkness below until there was nothing left to be heard but the burgeoning hum of the awakened tree.

She regarded him with a tingle that remained in his fingertips and pricked at his thumbs. The Oak spoke only by willing a single word to the forefront of his mind: Vengeance.

Her bark served him as second eyes, racing down Her formidable length past the vine covered, stone walls of the cellars, deeper still past crypts, dirt, stone, bone until they reached where Her strongest roots anchored. She was framed by a circle of fallen trees, Her roots wrapped protectively over an ancient altar of jasper. The dead lynx cub’s broken back never made it to the stone.

And then the Oak stood silent.

“I was wondering if I’m no better off than that kitten when Kallarel--”

The smell of sulfur filled the worgen's lungs. Hellfire: the scent which lingered as the bramble brands crawled into skin; the scent which pierced the air with every lit cigarette. He focused on the sickening sweetness alone.

One by one, the arch over his heart gave way as Kallarel tore into the hallway, a manifested monster hot on her high heels with a blazing green gem alight in a chest once empty.

By the third spout of blighted blood, the witch was upon them; beauty, beast and burden all.

By the fourth, her hands were alight with a green fire to match the flame licking the demon’s panting tongue.

By the fifth, the lord’s prone figure was cloaked in cold shadow, absconded without a trace apart from the faintest flicker of rot against the nostrils before the witch could claim him.

And as the last of Zelion’s void crystals burst in Bruce’s chest, the haphazardly placed shard split in two with a deafening crack.

“I can’t... I can’t have died that night. I didn’t. But I dreamed. I dreamed... I was in a house-- the house in Gilneas. With my wife-- with my dead wife, Sophia.”

It was shamefully small, that old cabin in Gilneas. Sophia had given up everything for him-- lands, titles and inheritance. In exchange, Bruce had built a shack with leaky walls and slept with her on the far side of the kitchen for fourteen years.

Now they sat across from one another at the dinner table.

“I thought it might come to this.”

Bruce felt sick. There was a teacup in front of him, which rattled quietly.

“I miss you,” he said. Her face was just as he remembered it; prominent cheeks smattered with freckles and a button nose.

She rolled her eyes-- big, stormy and blue. The same ones he saw every time he looked at his daughter. “You’re doing fine without me.”

“I’m sorry--”

“Don’t be. I mean it. I'm proud of how Lizzie turned out. But if you want, you can join me now. You can rest.”

The knot in his stomach twisted.

“You don’t have to,” she went on. “Not everyone gets a choice, but you will.”

The tips of his fingers felt cold as ice. The table trembled below.

She smiled. It was warm and remarkably genuine-- like a candle in the night. “I know this is what you want, Bruce.”

The support beams above his head cracked. Dust fell in a plume, rippling his tea.

“Just know--” she hesitated, expression soft-- “you’re messing with powers you don’t understand. The Gods may never forgive you for this.”

His chest squeezed. He couldn’t breathe.

“But I'll help guide you home,” she said.

@daily-writing-challenge

#dwc2024 #comorbid-insomnia #suntwistscribbles

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lookslikethatsallthetimewehave · 1 year

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How come Harold Mews was obsessed with finding Cryptids, when there is magic all around Poptropica?

You know what I think? Your comment made me fully realize how most humans from "modern" in Poptropica stay away from magic and creatures, unless they can get some entertainment from it.

Like, I knew that before, but it just fully hit me.

As a matter of fact, I'll make a list of all magical/fantastical things from each island, and how humans interact with it. Here we go!

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Early Poptropica Island: Giant spider steals the pilgrims' pig. Also, there is a magical land above the clouds that nobody except one explorer knows about.

Shark Tooth Island: A giant monster shark that they worship. Considered normal

Time Tangled Island: Some time machines. Considered cool

24 Carrot Island: No magic

Super Power Island: A radioactive meteor giving people magic powers. And that... phonebooth. Considered normal

Spy Island: No magic

Nabooti Island: Alien. Considered random, but cool

Big Nate Island: Comic book universe...

Astro-Knights Island: Magical weapons and giant crystal portal. Considered cool, since the humans don't use magic anymore

Counterfeit Island: No magic

Reality TV Island: No magic

Mythology Island: Greek mythology characters. Considered normal

Skullduggery Island: Sea monsters. Considered normal

Steamworks Island: No magic

Great Pumpkin Island: Comic book universe...

Cryptids Island: Um, are the cryptids magical? Probably not. Considered cool, and scary

Wild West Island: No magic. Except those potions maybe. Considered normal

Wimpy Wonderland Island: Comic book universe...

Red Dragon Island: Magic Tree House universe XD

Shrink Ray Island: More like science fiction with that shrink ray. Considered cool

Mystery Train Island: No magic

Game Show Island: No magic. There are robots tho. Considered horrifying for the humans

Ghost Story Island: Um... they're ghosts. Considered a cool attraction

S.O.S Island: No magic

Vampire's Curse Island: A vampire yo. The humans stay away from him.

Twisted Thicket Island: A magic forest with Scandinavian mythology

Poptropolis Games Island: I... this island is special. It's considered a special occasion

Wimpy Boardwalk Island: Comic book universe... NOW IN COLOR!

Lunar Colony Island: Aliens

Super Villain Island: See the above worlds

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Island: Just read the book XD Yeah, it's magic

Zomberry Island: Are still-alive zombies magic? Probably not. They're not undead. Considered abnormal and scary

Night Watch Island: No magic

Back Lot Island: No magic

Virus Hunter Island: No magic

Mocktropica Island: Um... I don't know what to say XD Reality is fucked, but no one's freaking out about it

Monster Carnival Island: We got transformations and monsters yo. Considered creepy and abnormal

Survival Island: No magic

Mission Atlantis Island: Aliens

PoptropiCon Island: Comic book world comes to their universe. After it leaves, they think it was a part of the show.

Arabian Nights Island: Genies, potions, some other stuff I might have forgotten. It's considered normal

Galactic Hot Dogs Island: Comic book universe...

Mystery of the Map Island: Just read the books ig But in the island itself, no magic except for the map, but EVERYONE in Poptropica has those maps

Timmy Failure Island: Comic book universe... but there's no magic in there either

Escape from Pelican Rock Island: No magic

Monkey Wrench Island: No magic. Just monkeys :)

Crisis Caverns Island: Mole People and demon worms!!! The people above have no idea.

Greek Sea Odyssey Island: See Mythology Island

Snagglemast Island: Floating Islands... this is considered normal

Reality TV: Wild Safari Island: No magic

Fairy Tale Island: I mean, it's a fairytale world.

Goofball Island: Magic crystals that change your mind, and other things. It's considered normal.

Jade Scarab Island: The Jade Scarab was given to the people to help them.

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Anyways, Harold Mews shouldn't be too impressed by those cryptids. They're not even magic, man! wtf

He should be more impressed by the magical creatures and being stuck in kiddie purgatory

#ask #harold mews #cryptids island #character analysis #poptropica analysis #poptropica

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wishing-stones · 1 year

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your concept of nightmares castle is super interesting! are there any other tidbits we haven't seen yet? or is that a spoiler?

Oh hey! Yeah, this is a good one. It's gonna be long, but this is gonna be good. And lore heavy.

Nightmare's entire castle is in a sort of pocket dimension-- not its own AU, its own little area in the multiverse that he can more-or-less control. Dream has a very similar pocket dimension, but his is a little cottage with a view of rolling hills and lots of flowers where it's always golden hour.

Nightmare's castle sits atop a rocky crag of a mountain that is above preceptory cloud level. It's always clear out, with the only clouds visible being cirrus and similar. Sometimes, the tops of thunderstorms pass by, giving the castle some ambiance, but there is never any lightning or rain.

There isn't really a daylight cycle, either. It is a little brighter in the "daytime," lightening into blue hour, and then gets a little purpley at dusk, and pinkish at dawn.

This doesn't really effect the vegetation any, since they mostly subsist off ambient magic rather than photosynthesis. They similarly do not need watering. (There's a bit of an exception for things that aren't part of the realm itself-- Nightmare's garden needs tending and watering, but they adapt to absorbing ambient magic in place of sunlight.) Parts of the mountain are forested, and grade more gently than some of the sheer drops that surround the castle-- the training pitch we've seen a lot of in recent chapters is naturally boxed in by part of the mountain, and has a small thicket on its other side. There's some bushes and other plants there as well-- It's not maintained, and the only paths through it are those that have been forced.

While the castle and its grounds are enormous, the mountain itself takes up most of the domain. There's about of mile of forest in all directions from the base of the mountain, but wandering off into it will either a. get you lost in the void, if you're not lucky b. get turned back around toward the castle, even if you were walking away from it c. 'fall' off the edge into a random AU. Sucks to suck.

The mountain is active, but because monsters in general are very good at harnessing geothermal energy, that's how he powers the whole thing. There's a core-like device inside the mountain that provides the castle with an endless supply of clean energy. It also provides almost all of the hot water used in the castle as well (which is why I had Ren note that the water smelled faintly sulphuric very early on.)

It has four wings, so from above, it sort of looks like a big plus sign. Some wings are larger than others, and the south wing has the tallest towers. It has ramparts as well, but no one's gone out on them in R&R. Kicking myself that I didn't utilize them LOL

I think? I said everyone has their rooms in the east wing? And the stars occupy the north wing right now. The west wing is where the gym, rec room, and pool/sauna are, the ballroom takes up a good part of the south wing, the entrance is on the first floor of the east wing, the dining hall is dead center, with the kitchens below it, the drawing room is west of the entrance, and on the second story of the main building is Nightmare's throne room and adjoining war room. The lab is beneath the western wing, and the dungeons are beneath the south wing, and at the top the tower IN the south wing is an observatory. Nightmare's office is near the east wing in the main hub, on the top floor.

The exterior is very gothic looking, made of dark stone with some gargoyles and the like, and along the longer wings (west/east) it has flying buttresses.

Other rooms that exist that haven't been shown/mentioned yet: -A chapel, which is mostly just there for The Aesthetic ✨ (There were a few of them in blueprints that Nightmare gathered to draft his own, so he included it.) It has no specified deity, but one of the stained glass windows is very clearly a depiction of the tree of emotions -A library, which briefly got mentioned, but it's enormous. It's towards the beginning of the west wing. -A laundry room, which clearly began life as a servant's quarters, but was repurposed when Nightmare built the place. There's dumbwaiter access to it, so it was a very obvious choice -An armory in the west wing that sees almost no use, since they tend to keep their weapons on their person, if they use them. It's mostly a showcase of fancy weapons and armor, but there's a few 'trophies' from battles they fought or particularly tough opponents they've taken down.

I think that about covers it! I've described the interior in great detail, but it's all black-and-gold rococo with touches of maroon in drapes and runners.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. nightmare #kind of I mean it's HIS castle #I will never draw this building or make a blueprint I am garbage at architecture

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tastic-in-its-finest · 6 months

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Strike Midnight

Ao3

For the @tss-october-ghostwriters event, the prompts transformation, full moon, midnight, ancient, and a little bit of magic were used :)

Warnings and tags: Minor violence, tw blood, mentions of murdering/killing, and animal attacks

Summary: To improve an imperfect world, he does what needs to be done. Roman, a human, hunts the feral and out of control monsters in his path while sparing the misunderstood, along with his twin brother Remus.

However, it's hard to hunt a werewolf when it turns out to be your own brother.

Written by: @tastic-in-its-finest, for my lovely Giftee @edupunkn00b

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He searched every corner and crevice yet couldn’t find it. Roman checked almost every burrow, climbing many trees of the dark and deep thicket of the forest to survey the area. He knew he wasn’t trying as hard as he should. He wasn’t desperate enough to cannonball into a lake just yet. Yet the ancient bracelet he was trying to find seemed unreachable.

He was given instructions by Janus, a snake deity, of which surrounding area to look, and bribing them with the sweet ‘rewards’ to come with it.

He could try to enjoy the rewards, if not for him, then for his brother Remus. He didn’t hate the Janus, harboring only a slight dislike for him since he’d met him, but they bonded over theater and a love for drama. And he wasn’t about to let his brother down, who was enthralled with any ideas Janus had in mind, even if they were clueless of their prize.

He took a short break to wait for the impending sunset, in the middle of a semi-open clearing with rocks nearby, he could mentally hear Janus scolding him. Where is he meant to find this anyway? Janus didn’t tell them too many specifics to find the bracelet; like a key hidden under a rock.

Well, what did he have to lose?

Looking under one, two, three stones, and the fourth, much larger and stuck in the ground. He pulled harder, and harder, before it popped out and he almost decked his beautiful face. It isn’t stuck to mud however, a shiny silver pendant, or bracelet somehow found itself lost. The bastard who stole and threw it away knew where to hide it. It was the exact description he needed.

“Eureka,” he whispered, drying the wet and dirt, wearing the ancient bracelet, golden, fabulous, the smell of metal grazing his wrist, quite charming, preparing to speak with Remus about his discovery.

A hesitant twig broke close, near one of the large bushes. Roman felt eyes prying the back of his head. He wanted to think Remus was attempting to scare him, poorly, but Remus knew better.

The handle of his sword proved a sturdy grip, seethed in his lightweight holster for now, he waited.

“Show yourself!” He yelled, as he swung his sharp sword out and a fast figure tripped him down, standing unfazed in front of him dark and stormy. A sharp face he found all too familiar these days.

“You.” He pointed his sword, finding the means to pull himself up while looking at the unimpressed emo nightmare, V, short for vampire, held an black spider web umbrella one-handed, big enough to cover him completely.

“You’re too easy sometimes… princey,” Roman glared, remaining serious, yet slightly relaxing the tip of his sword towards the vampire's turtleneck.

“What sort of a nickname is that?”

The pale emo grinned, “If you don’t want to be called a prince, don’t act or dress like one,” the vampire gestured towards his favorite red sash over his hunting clothes.

“Should I call you a dark and stormy knight then, cause that’s exactly what you are,” with layers upon layers of black and gray clothing in the hot grueling sun.

“Real original of you.”

“It’s the only thing I can call you, unless you give me a name.”

“In your dreams.”

His name was not V, but he was called Virgil. Stuck in an open area, one of his many obstacles, he ran into him, all of his stamina diminished, the sun already tiring him. The extremely skilled and dangerous monster hunter, his sword resting near his side, ready to strike him at any moment, “What’s your play vampire?”

“Why does it matter to you?”

"My brother will be here any minute. I'd hate for him to kill you before I do,” he playfully tapped him, but Virgil internally wondered if he was being serious or not.

"Lower your sword, then we can talk," Virgil tried to put the most nonchalant voice imaginable, he cringed when he croaked the words out. The hunter listened.

"...Have you been stalking me?"

Virgil couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not the only reason I’m out here,” he stepped forward, looking distantly behind Roman. The side dense area of trees were difficult to traverse by, more difficult with an umbrella no less, however, he could make a run for it, only, a sharp and cold blade tapped and pressed the tip of his bicep before he could move forward.

He blinked rapidly, “You want to do this now?”

“We don’t have a truce at the moment,” The hunter flashed a cocky grin, stance in the ready. He was testing him, always, but Virgil never wanted to believe he couldn’t be. Didn’t think he noticed the wooden stake slotted near his sword holster. Make sure he never touches it.

“Cocky, princey,” Virgil looked into the deadly rays of the sun, the dark umbrella his only protection, assessing his situation. He put his hood up.

From what he could gather, it was a pure coincidence they met again. But Roman was ready to defeat him this time, defend his honor and beat his brother to the kill.

He took the first swing, missing by an inch, another, another, and another, the monster ducked, shielding the blow meant to strike his face as his back sizzled from a lack of protection. The vampire hissed, scratching Roman’s cheek, burning and painful.

Backing away, Roman got stunned by such a violent reaction, furthermore, V remained in defense. Taking a chance, he kept stepping forward, swinging fast, failing to kick his chest, and swiping his legs from under him with a katana. The fiend stumbled into the grass. He tried stomping to the side of his pale face yet rolling out from under him, swiping at Roman’s spine, getting a hard grip on his hands, flipping him onto his back as his hood fell off.

Groaning in pain, pushing himself up, the monster tried kicking him to the ground while he was vulnerable. Roman ducked, slashing the torn Umbrella. Hissing, cowering and retreating from the sun, Roman rushes forward and trying to pin him to the tree, his head hit it too hard, knocking him out cold.

Roman leaned on the tree, catching his breath, the vampire lucky enough to be left in the shade of the leaves. Seething his sword, somehow without a trace of vampire blood, in his holster, fitting the wooden stake in his hand.

Standing over V, blissfully unaware of what could be a stake about to be driven in his heart, turned Roman’s stomach. He gripped the stake, he could do it, rid the world of one more evil. Yet he blanks trying to search for an evil deed V committed. He isn’t feral. This wasn’t honorable, it felt so wrong. He would have hated to be murdered this way.

The stake is slit in its rightful place, along with neatly folding the umbrella. Leaving after his slight distraction.

…

Remus is having the time of his life. Swinging upside down on trees, squeezing his bum into every burrow, and cannonballing into a lake to find an eensie weensie ancient trinket bracelet thing and the magic to neutralize the strengths of those who weld it. He was given sort of clear instructions by his close friend Janus, an idea of the whereabouts, and the sweet long morningstar to come with it.

Like any good friend, he lamented on a large stone, reeking of wet dog, cuddling his stick and staring at his reflection in the water, throwing small stones that emerged in the water at himself. It was going to be hard to earn his trust back, after what he did. One bracelet and he can have his weapon back instead of using a sad and sharp stick to murder monsters when he needs to, and of course, Janus’ unconditional love that he cherished more than anything. If only he could see how hard he is trying now.

Echoing through the thicket, a low whistle drew his attention, a call to warn him of his twin's return, in case Remus tried stabbing him.

“Back so late?”

“I have what we need, let's go,” Roman’s shoulders were unusually tense, Remus didn’t question it. Pulling out a large map to guide them out of the unfamiliar area.

“Want to make time for hunting feral werewolves or Rougaros?”

“Well, if only he thought about that on a night other than a full moon,”

“Boo, you’re such a bore. We can do both.”

Roman gasped, feigning annoyance. They crowd the map. Only a few paces north to reach Umbra, a magical spirited place, reachable by oak trees where Janus resided most of his time. The journey was easy however long it was, hopefully they could get back to do some proper werewolf hunting.

…

The confusing fuzziness began to emb. The bark was rough on his pounding head and scarred back, the tingling burn on the side of his face slowly reconstructing the skin, remembering how he ran away and the umbrella broke.

The hunter is nowhere in sight, he waited, and nothing came of it.

Virgil huffed, moving the umbrella folded neatly in his lap, flexing the panel, a large obnoxious ripe in the fold, great.

Moving along, he couldn’t believe the hunter let him go with only a mild headache. It could have been much worse. Dying wasn’t too far of an option. Probably sparring him out of pity, he wouldn’t doubt it. Virgil just wanted to leave the clearing.

His boot clinks, glaring down, a round metal bracelet under his foot. He reaches down, probably something the prince owned. He tries it for himself, a sudden wash of drowsiness and fatigue traveled from his arm, a scary amount of relaxation as he couldn’t see sharper or hear farther, he yanked it away shrieking.

He’d rather not touch it ever again, but maybe he really wanted to get back at the hunter, maybe repay him for not killing him, as pathetic as it sounds. He pocketed the bracelet and avoided touching it as he squeezed through the bushes, following an obvious trail left by its rightful owner.

…

The sunset started, yet the sky wasn’t fully darkened. Remus’ watch going off and being silenced immediately to watchfully and carefully listen to any howls from werewolves, ready to use his long stake for one they both heard close by. Whilst his brother preoccupied himself, Roman read the map, not surprised if they’ve been walking in circles for the past hour.

“Do you know where we’re going?” Remus took a peek over his shoulder.

“Of course,” he sighed, “We have a long way to go,” Remus held a manic grin, mussing, “Not too far, we can run there.”

“Too risky,” folding the map in his pocket, preparing to traverse first through the tight narrow trees, sticks stabbing his torso, through the rough patch then another path, passed the building, and arriving at the tree, Roman imagined it all going perfectly, hating chopping through the bark. A high pitched whistle turned his attention.

Remus froze, a finger over his lip. Roman stops moving, confused. While it might have been funny to see Roman become frazzled and get attacked by whatever growled in his ear, Janus would chastise him, and Roman would never forgive him. Roman looks petrified, a hand easing down, reaching for his sword.

Remus turns his head around, a black threatening wolf stalks behind them, big, with human eyes, a werewolf, staring at Remus through the trees, a far enough distance where they can run, the closeness of the trees restricting their movements, they decide to run.

Roman is ahead, breaking and hurting his arms as he hurls himself out of the forest.

Remus can’t breathe, he feels the warm breath and slobber on his legs, fighting, fight to get out, he jumps getting yanked by his leg, a sharp and tight bite on his ankle, he kicks its snout shouting, shielding his face, the long jaw chewing on his tough leather jacket, with no weapon but a stupid stick.

“Roman!” He punches, punching as hard as he can until Roman finally stabs it’s head. The wolf whimpered and cried, scattering away into the darkness.

“Are you ok?” Roman kneels down.

“Where were you?!”

“Remus-“

“You watch me get mauled by a wolf and ask me if I’M OK?!” Roman didn’t know how to respond.

“… Are you?” It quieted, Remus never got so frustrated before, it felt off.

“Sorry. I’m fine, check for bites,” Remus prompts his arm, rolling up the sleeve, Roman finds nothing but a tear in his jacket.

“All good, but your leg…” ominously, his boot is torn, notably a sliver of skin, Remus shrugs, pulling off his boot, no need to roll his socks, exposing a long nasty fresh bite on his ankle.

His heart sunk. Was— was he about to turn? No, no, they had until midnight, reach the Umbra and Janus will cure him before he feels anything.

Remus pushes his boot back on, unable to walk properly, letting Roman support his body with his arm on the path.

“Stay calm. You’re going to be fine, I promise,” it was beginning to turn dark.

Doubt seeped in.

“How much longer?”

“Just a bit, past the building, near the tree.”

Remus starts laughing, “Imagine me turning and ripping into your face, blood everywhere, then both of us wouldn’t make it with Janus’ stupid pendent.”

“Don’t think like that,” Remus was silenced for a moment, giving Roman time to check his wrist for the bracelet. All the rest is bare skin.

He lost it.

“… I don’t have the pendent anymore.”

Remus starts to laugh hysterically, Roman jostles him, “Hey, it doesn’t mean anything. Who cares about the pendent, we need to get you someplace safe.”

He hurries his pace, and Remus goes uncharacteristically quiet.

Numb, unconsciously going from zero to hundred, to hearing every chirp, creak, snap, Roman’s booming echoing voice and his own, to utter nothing. His ankle hot flashes every now and again, aching, throbbing, and in need of rest. Remus should have suggested Roman cut off his ankle in favor of ridding him from turning into.. a werewolf, slowly starting to accept that to be his reality, and how unsafe Roman would be once he does.

He needed to get away from him, away, run, limp as fast as he could.

Remus gently loosens his grip then pulls away from Roman, “Remus! What are you doing?”

He couldn’t let Roman get hurt, or bitten.

Roman holds him in a tight embrace, Remus scratches his face instead, straying away from the path running and half limping, going through a narrow path to lose his trace.

Roman covers his bleeding cheek, regaining his focus and chasing after Remus, weaving through the deep forest, his footsteps getting further away, lost to the wind of the woods. He continued forward. Sighting the large building in the distance, reaching the gate and the entrance to the abandoned boarding school from the map, left slightly ajar, pushing through and closing behind him, an air of death and a bone chilling cold, as if something invisible watched him, the place abandoned for years.

The caved in roof glowed the full moon's light on Remus, curled into himself stomach growling, he is a physical ball collapsed in the room, barely holding himself together. Roman slowly whistles, and kneels, rubbing a comforting circle on his back. Remus looked up to him, his eyes more navelly green and sharp, but he smiled a toothy sharp grin upon seeing him, contracting in pain again, shriveling.

He shushes, calms him down, doesn't let his emotions get to him. They can prevent this from happening.

The door creaks open. He can hear Remus’ breath hitch, the animalistic panic in his eyes, no, he rubs more circles and stares at a surprised and concerned figure, in all black and gray, a broken umbrella in his hands.

He’s going to kill that vampire.

He rushes as fast as he can to not disturb Remus any further, “V, what are you doing here!?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” V backed into the loud door cowering, the bracelet held in his hand snatched from him, “You had this?” Roman couldn’t believe it.

“Leave now,” Roman couldn’t stress enough how in much in danger he was there.

“I wanted to-“

Roman grabbed his neck scruff, pulling out his stake, “Go, I mean it or I will make you!” V’s eyes widened, about to protest or argue.

A large crack interrupted the room, turning around, Remus’ hand was covered in fur, nails sharpening into claws, ears pointing and morphing, screaming in agony, Roman couldn’t look away. Roman lets go, stepping closer, V holds his shoulder, preventing him as his clothes ripped and his back arched of brown fur, except for a silver streak.

(Wolf?) Remus growled, he couldn’t recognize him, and he was stalking towards them as if they were a fresh meal.

“Truce?”

“Truce.”

Wolf Remus snarls and bites the air, they dodge out of the way. Roman held the handle of his sword, but he didn’t feel the urge to pull it out, even with a hungry, feral, and vicious wolf lunging at him, he used his fists, barely able to miss Remus from biting him, scratching him instead. He’s too large, it’s too easy to let him overpower. He couldn’t hurt him, but he needed to defend himself, he took out the stake… he couldn’t do it.

V pushed Remus from attacking Roman again, but dazing him for a bit, “Look, I know that’s your twin, but you are going to need to wake up right now or he is going to have to live with the fact that he murdered his own brother!!” V yelled, bringing all of his attention to him, toying with Remus, giving Roman time to readjust his focus.

Virgil jumps out of the way of Remus’ lunge on the opposite side of the room, letting one of the twins think over his options, to which they barely had any left. He had no inkling of what to do, other than distract Remus until morning, his stamina during the night was exponentially better, yet he could tell he was already losing his focus and Roman would be bit, skilled hunter or not.

At that moment, he remembered the numbness and tingling feeling of the bracelet, making him more powerless than he’d remembered in a long time. It seemed him and the hunter had a similar idea.

“V pin him down!!” Roman waved the bracelet in the air, along with gaining the wolf’s attention. Virgil sprints towards the doorway, gripping his abandoned umbrella, jumping on the wolf's back and blinding him with its leftover remnants. He wiggles and snarls trying to throw him off, a hand on his snout, torso, lightly stepping on his leg and balancing himself.

Roman rushed over, pinning the furry pastern, sliding on the jewelry, holding it in place until it took effect. His escaping efforts faded into slow breathing, enough Virgil removed his blindfold and respectfully removed his strong hands and feet from pinning him, almost lulled to peaceful sleep. It took a long time but then he stopped moving into a slumber.

V and Roman shared a deep breath of relief as they waited until morning.

…

During the night, Virgil and Princey were careful to make a makeshift bed for the werewolf, they debated keeping watch, neither were too comfortable with watching the others sleep and letting the other watch over them, collectively deciding to stay up most of the night.

Virgil zipped up his jacket, needing to leave early to avoid the sun and any prolonged interact with the twins bound to end in despair, seeing the Prince succumbed to sleep either way, he tiptoed to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Prince stared at him, somewhat close to the exit, standing up.

He sighed, “I have to leave before the sun rises, since someone ruined my umbrella,” the hunter blushed in embarrassment, “I apologize for that.”

V couldn’t stop thinking, if he didn’t intrude, he never would have caused such a butterfly effect.

“Look, I feel like a major jerk. Here,” Roman thought he must have been glaring. V rummaged through his pocket, he pulled out a lavender paper colored roll, “What’s this?”

“Wolfsbane bandages, it’ll heal your wounds and his so.. yeah,” V awkwardly walked to open the door.

“V, or, whatever your name is, thank you. Don’t let me catch you,” they shared a smile, the dark of the night beginning to lighten.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

He probably was going to regret this.

“My name… is Virgil,” he noticed the hunter's eyes widen before softening again, mentally assessing the name and accepting it.

“See you around.. Virgil.”

He gave a military salute, “See you Princey.”

He closed the door behind him.

…

The next day in Umbra

Remus felt completely fine, a sore throat and a headache, along with a few bruises cooled by the bandages the hot and mysterious vampire they’ve been hunting for months, given to Roman while he was out cold, were his only issues.

“You can’t move in your state darling. I know it’s going to be impossible. You’re the best couch potato I know, why don’t you stay for a few days?” Janus tried convincing him to remain hostage in Umbra, surprisingly Roman agreed.

The calm and alluring waves of Umbra smoothened his muscles, the hot chamomile tea mixed with potion infusion Janus brewed eased his ribs, and Roman checked on him every now and then while he laid on bed rest. Roman didn’t talk much about what Remus did as a werewolf, his memory went blank, he barely remembered that he had even gone inside the boarding school without one of Roman’s passing comments. But he knew did remember Roman happy to see him awake.

His eyes blared open, blinking ever so slightly to a ruined ceiling laying on the floor. Remus was running, his ankle throbbed, he found a gate, then…

“Remus?” Remus was running away from Roman, he was about to turn into a werewolf.

He hummed in response, the blankets enfolded with his naked body were ragged but warm.

“How are you feeling?” he tilted his head.

Remus grinned, “I’ve never been better.”

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Howling At The Moon, Chapter 1

Hello everyone! I bring more fanfic for you to consume! This time, it’s WEREWOLVES!!!

Contains: GN!AFAB Reader x Werewolf!La squadra, general horror vibes, Cioccolata being a creep

After losing a bet to your friend, you take a trip through the woods, which are widely rumoured to be haunted. You were never the superstitious type, but after this fateful day, you think you might change your mind.

You didn’t think shit would hit the fan this hard when you lost that poker game.

This neck of the woods was something of an urban legend. Rumors always circulated whenever someone went missing. They said that hideous monsters lurked deep within the forest, waiting to snatch unsuspecting travelers away. David thought he was being clever when he dared you to spend the day there. You had never been the superstitious type, though, and you were unafraid of whatever was hidden inside the forest. Boy, was that a mistake.

Looking back on it, the forest was like a gilded cage. The scenery lured you into a false sense of security. A perfect autumn masterpiece, decorated in eye-popping shades of red and orange and gold. Beams of brilliant sunlight set the foliage ablaze, giving the leaves the appearance of dazzling gemstones. You wandered the path aimlessly, meandering through thickets of alternating trees. Some thick and squat, housing nests of birds and squirrels that darted away as you passed. Some thin and waifish, stretching high into the sky to wave at the sun. All of it left you in awe of nature’s beauty.

Even when as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the forest dark, it still held an air of mystique. The gemstone foliage became dark, grasping hands, weaving intricate, delicate patterns in the shadows. Groupings of moss and ivy that adorned the trees seemed to glow in the pale moonlight. The cold night air and crunch of leaves beneath your feet kept you awake, even as sleep began to tug at your weary body. Vines that had once been delicate drapery turned into snakes, dancing in the corner of your eyes.

Actually… some of them were snakes.

You’d always loved snakes, though these ones were unlike any you’d ever seen before. Fat, stout little ones, resting in a thick bush at the base of a young birch tree. You approached with a smile, crouching down to get a better look at them. They were certainly unique. Thick green bodys with bulbous heads and big, black, beady eyes that looked too cute for their own good. Their scales blended in almost perfectly with their surroundings, a lovely shade of deep green, speckled with black and indigo.

“Aww, hey little guys!” You whispered at them.

The snakes froze in unison. All at once, they turned to stare at you with blank eyes. You flinched. They synchronized their movements, darting to cluster together like a scaly bouquet. Slowly, almost menacingly, the snakes began to rise from the bush they called home. You swallowed dryly and backed away. Whatever species of snakes were, you didn’t want to bother them any further. If only you knew that wasn’t an option.

You never would have guessed they weren’t ‘snakes’ at all. Each one flicked their tongue out in unison. In sync, the beasts slowly rose from their perch, higher and higher, until their bodies stopped abruptly… and gave way to a human scalp. Their dreadful ascent continued, and underneath the snakes, came a sickly-looking human head. Then pale blue eyes, terrifyingly cold with needle-like pupils. After that, purple, corpse-like lips. A human-like torso, bony yet muscular and dotted with the same green scales, followed the head.

You stumbled back farther. A wave of cold washed through your body as your heart began to race. The monster rose up, revealing a thick, scaly appendage at the end of its torso. A tail, the same as the snakes on its head. The dim light reflected off its scales, and it appeared to be covered in a thin layer of slime.

It… he…? The creature looked like a man, though not any man you’d ever seen. He locked eyes with you, and suddenly, you couldn’t move. Even as your mind screamed at your muscles to run, to escape, your legs remained firmly planted in the leaf litter. Paralyzed by the horrific beast before you. He slithered closer, and you could see more gruesome details of his body. He was dozens of feet long, at least. His skin glistened with a thin coat of slime and mucus. And not just mucus. Moss and mold clung to him, on his skin and between his scales. His skin, though tanned, was marbled, and you could see veins beneath it. He looked… he looked like a corpse.

The monster fluttered its eyelashes at you. He twisted his serpentine form, until he and his snakes were looking at you upside down.

“My, my, what a peculiar specimen I’ve found myself tonight… so small… and fragile.”

You tried in vain to move away from this thing, to run, to do anything. Your limbs twitched. Your legs slid backwards an inch or so in the dirt, but you couldn’t make yourself run.

He laughed. “Such a frightened little one! Like a little rabbit backed into a corner. You have more in common with one than you think.”

The creature untwisted himself, and began circling you. His tail brushed against your frozen legs, wrapping around you, and you shivered. Slime and mold sloughed onto your clothes and skin. Dread and horror pooled in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a proper meal. The little ones seem to steal all my nutrients away…” He twirled one of his head snakes around a clawed, gnarled finger. “You’ve come at a most opportune time. I’m starving.”

He grabbed your face tightly in both hands, and you gasped. Your neck screamed as he twisted your neck at an unnatural angle, revealing the most delicate flesh.

“I really must thank you. For being such a perfect specimen.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, sliding over knife-like fangs. The monster reared back. You shouted, squeezing your eyes shut for the moment of impact.

It never came.

What instead came was a shock of pain as you were abruptly knocked to the ground. An awful, wet sound invaded your ears, followed by a hissing shriek. And suddenly, you were no longer lying in the dead leaves. You were being ferried through the woods. Strong, warm arms cradled you against… hair? Thick hair? You couldn’t see. Your head was still reeling from the impact of the fall. Whoever(or whatever) picked you up took off at a sprint. You gasped, clinging to their shoulder, which was also covered in hair. Through your blurry, spinning vision, you saw one last glance of the horrifying beast that almost devoured you. His snakes writhing in the air, and his torso soaked in red.

The forest and wind whizzed past you, making your head spin further. Your heart was still pounding. It felt like lightning was coursing through your veins. Your hands shook, still tangled in your savior’s hair. What was holding you? No human could’ve picked you up so easily. No human could have run this fast.

The twisting and turning of your savior, the freezing wind, the jostling of your body, all of it became too much for you and your battered brain. Your vision went dark, in spite of the adrenaline in your veins, and you fell into dreadful unconsciousness.

—

The ground was soft when you finally awoke.

Your eyes fluttered open in near darkness. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the sleep from your eyes. The events of the last night played feverishly through your mind. Some part of you hoped it was a dream. But if that were true, then your head wouldn’t be pounding like it was.

You brushed your fingers against your temple — and found bandages there. You flinched. When had that happened? And who’d done it? They were so snug against your head, like a professional had looked after you. Confused and afraid, you sat up and looked around the room. Things quickly became clear.

Firstly, you weren’t on a mattress. It could hardly be called a bed. You’d been laid on a pile of fur and old blankets that smelled strongly like dog.

Secondly, you weren’t in a room. It was… a tree? The inside of a tree, it seemed. The remnants of an ancient, sturdy one. Though stone bricks had been laid into the floor, covering any dirt that had been there before.

Thirdly… you definitely weren’t safe, even after escaping the snake creature. The inside of the dead tree was more battered than your head. Not from weathering, or bludgeoning like you. There were claw marks inside the stump. Big, broad claw marks. Thick and deep.. Something had been stuck in here once before. And it hadn’t been happy about it. Even the stone floor was littered in scratches and dents. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

You took a shuddering breath, rising on trembling legs. It was quiet. Almost unnervingly so, and everything in you was screaming to get out of there. You approached the only exit, a door-shaped hole in the wood. There was no door, just a patchwork curtain obscuring you from the outside world. Cautiously, you gripped the edge of it and peered outside. All you could see was more forest. More trees. You were almost relieved. Without another thought you took off running into the woods.

Surely, you couldn’t have been far from the path. Right? That person — or monster — couldn’t have run that far. If you kept moving, you were bound to find some semblance of civilization. The path, perhaps. Or another person. You mentally cursed yourself for passing out. You cursed the wind. The monsters. That dumbass, David, who had brought you to this goddamn forest in the first place.

The mental cursing stopped abruptly as a sharp snap echoed through the trees. Shards of ice filled your blood as, stalking out from behind an old oak, another strange beast appeared.

At first, you thought it was a wolf. That on its own was terrifying enough, to see a master predator in its natural habitat. But much like the first monster you encountered, the creature just kept moving. And the more it revealed of itself, the more you felt your heart would burst. It was massive. Nearly your height on four limbs. It didn’t stop on four limbs, however. The beast rose onto its hind legs to stand like a human. Its limbs were disproportionately long. Short, matted ginger fur covered its muscular body, thickest around its hind legs and forearms. On the end of those forearms flexed two massive paws with thick black claws. They reminded you of the snake beast’s fangs, long and shiny and deadlier than any knife. The wolf-like beast’s ears flattened in amusement. Its lip curled to reveal yellowed fangs, bared in a sick grin.

This time, when your head screamed at you to run, your legs listened.

You spun away from the creature, kicking up dirt and leaves in your panicked haste. Deep down, hopelessness filled you. Pouring into your stomach like a waterfall of lead. That wolf was more than two feet taller than you. It had followed you here easily. Maybe it had been watching you from the beginning. How were you going to outrun this thing?

You managed to twist and turn your way through the forest for a good few minutes. And no sounds of pursuit hit your ears. No crunching leaves and no snapping branches. No growling or howling or labored breathing. For one blissful moment, you thought it stopped following you. Sighing, nearly sobbing, you doubled over on your hands and knees. You looked over your shoulder, and found nothing. A smile spread over your face.

And then the beast knocked you onto your stomach. It had been ahead of you the whole time.

You kicked and screamed, clawing at its skin. It picked you up easily, slinging over its broad shoulder. Its crooked gait made you sway and slide around on its shoulder. You grunted, trying to wiggle out of its grasp. Its thick forearm tightened its grip on your waist, preventing you from moving at all.

“Just chill out, will you? If I wanted you dead, you’d be bleeding out by now.”

A deep chuckle vibrated through your bones. You flinched, going rigid. This thing… could speak? The first monster you encountered could speak, but it was largely human. Somehow, the wolf sounded more like a person than the corpse-like naga. A smooth, playful voice, easy like listening to soft music. The humanity of its voice threw you off for a moment. Then, you were back to struggling.

No matter what you did, nothing fazed the beast. Scratching it, pulling its short fur, screaming at it, pounding on its muscled back. Only once did you try biting it. Never before had your teeth ached so badly. It was like biting into a slab of concrete.

Soon, you were back in familiar surroundings. You recognized the shape of the trees and the layout of the land. You’d been dragged back to the stump, to the makeshift room you’d been left to lie in. But instead of tossing you back inside, the beast walked right past it.

“What are you doing?!” You shouted.

“Oh, good. You can speak. I thought you communicated with slaps.”

“You fucking bastard. Where is this? Where are you going?”

“Everyone knows you tried to run,” it… he? Another beast man? Laughed. “News flash, shortstack, but you’ll never be as fast as me. I had plenty of time to tell the Boss before I ran to retrieve you.”

Your heart rattled in your chest, pounding away like your ribs were a xylophone. ‘Everyone’? Boss? It wasn’t just one monster, but many of them. For the second time that morning, you cursed David for getting you into this mess.

The forest opened up ahead of you and your captor. The trees were thinner here, and much of them had been cut down to make space. You craned your neck to observe your surroundings. Several huts and shacks stood between the trees. None particularly pretty, but all of them big and sturdy. Some were made of sheets of metal, others of logs from the cut trees, and yet more out of scraps of whatever had been available. A little village had been sitting in this forest, right under your nose, and everyone else’s.

In the very center of the strange commune, one building stood larger than the others. A cabin. Not a shack, but a proper cabin, with wood and stone and a deck. Something a human had built. Compared to the rest of the housing, it was a castle fit for a king. Baubles and shiny trinkets hung from railings and beams and nails stuck into the walls. The big double doors, the only entrance to the building, were marred with two great claw marks, forming an X in the wood. You shuddered.

Your captor dragged you up the steps and, with no small effort, pried open the door. He had to duck to get inside, nearly knocking you into the doorframe. The inside seemed even larger than the exterior of the cabin, the open ceiling revealing the rafters and frames that held the house together. And just like the stump, the floor was scratched to hell and back. There were few decorations to distinguish the interior. One thing that caught your eye, though, was the cleanliness. The floor was scratched up, but it was shiny and largely free of dirt. Every surface had been recently dusted. Not a drop of blood stained the wood of the floor and walls. That, at the very least, calmed you down a smidge.

That didn’t last long.

You were abruptly tossed into a circle of couches. Scrambling to your knees, you found the couches to be covered in similar monsters to your captor. Big, lupine monstrosities, all draped across a patchwork of chairs and loveseats. All of them staring at you with big, predatory eyes. There were eight of them in total, counting the one who brought you here.

The ginger wolf, with its short curly fur and wicked smile.

A wolf with deep brown, silky fur, gathered into several ponytails near its head.

A stocky platinum blonde wolf with choppy, shaggy fur, curled against another thinner wolf with spiky black fur.

A golden blonde wolf, with silky blonde fur pulled into many buns going down its back.

A wolf with reddish-brown fur, tinged with green and with a noticeable underbite.

A very small, skinny cream-colored wolf, with lidded, seductive eyes.

And lastly a very curly white wolf with savage, piercing blue eyes.

A few of them leaned in to sniff at you, the rest simply taking you in with curiosity and a hint of tension.

“Certainly a determined human,” the golden one said. “Or maybe a foolish one.”

“What happened to their head?” the reddish-brown one fretted.

The ginger one lurked forward, sitting down and stretching its long limbs. “The Boss said they ran into the gorgon. You know the one. He smells like an outhouse.”

The wolf with shaggy fur sat up to look you over. “So what’re we doing with it? New furniture? Midnight snack?”

You straightened in shock, and he laughed like a hyena.

“Don’t push your luck, Gelato,” The ginger wolf said, “The Boss ain’t even here yet.”

“What ‘Boss’? Who even are you people?” You glared at him, and he smirked.

“We’re just minding our own business, sweetheart. You happened to stumble in on it.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!”

All of the wolves’ eyes widened at your outburst, shocked at your courage. It shocked you, too. You didn’t think you had much left.

A great black shadow appeared in a doorway behind the wolves.

“Don’t antagonize them.”

The voice rumbled through the room, buzzing in your chest. The wolves straightened up immediately, turning to look at the newcomer. Heavy footfalls echoed through the room. The monster that lumbered in shook you to your core.

You’d thought the ginger wolf had been large, but this creature dwarfed him by leaps and bounds. Broad shoulders and a grecian god’s body ducked under the doorway, and as he rose to his full height, his head almost touched the rafters. Piercings and scars adorned his body. He almost looked had more metal in his ears than he had ears. Hoops, studs, and outlandish metal jewelry all covered his massive form. It was even strung on ropes and braided into his fur. The crowning pieces of his collection were a string of golden orbs, each one emblazoned with a letter. All together, they spelled out “Risotto”.

The wolves bowed their heads as the great silver wolf strode in, tail sweepin slowly over the floor. He looked down his battered snout at you, and his eyes were black and red.

“You should know how lucky you are right now.”

You stared up at him with wide eyes unable to speak.

“Most of your kind that wanders this far into the woods, never makes it out alive.”

“They’re a fool for wandering so far,” the golden wolf snarled.

“Prosciutto.”

The silver wolf snapped at him, and the golden wolf went silent, glaring at you with contempt. The former turned back to you, crouching down to be more at your level. It barely helped.

“I imagine this must be confusing for you.”

“You’re a werewolf.”

You blurted it out before you realized you had opened your mouth. The silver wolf’s ear twitched, jingling the various piercings in its ear. A few of the others behind him chuckled, going silent when he growled at them.

“Right. We’re werewolves.”

Your head felt like it was spinning. This was all too much to take in. The morning before all this, you’d been drinking coffee and applying for jobs. Now, you were in someone’s living room in the middle of the woods, surrounded by wolf men twice your size. You had never believed in this sort of thing. But all of this was too much to bear.

The silver wolf stood back up, puffing out his chest. “I am Risotto Nero, and these are my men.”

“So what, you’re… you’re like a wolf pack?” You laughed nervously. “And you’re the Alpha?”

Some of the wolves laughed along with you. Some of them grumbled in annoyance. Risotto sighed.

“... No. That’s not even how it works with real wolves.” He gestured to his ‘men’ with both arms. “We’re a Clade. We’re companions. Working together for mutual benefit.”

“A wolf pack is for raising pups only.” The silky blonde wolf, draped over the back of one couch, spoke up. “So unless you’re offering-”

All of them turned to yell at him. You blinked slowly. Watching all of these wolf men arguing with each other, suddenly they seemed less frightening. Risotto huffed, turning back to you once more.

“As I was saying… we live and work together. The Hollow is a dangerous place. We’re not social creatures by nature. But trying to survive alone here, when creatures like that gorgon are lurking, is a death sentence. Hence why I intervened.”

“Um. Yeah. Right. Thanks for that. I guess.”

“Right… the good news is, you’re alive and well. Melone made sure of that.”

The blonde wolf winked at you, and you cringed.

“The bad news is… after witnessing what you’ve witnessed, we can’t allow you to return home.”

“What…? Wait, what?!” You surged onto your feet. “You can’t be serious!”

“As serious as your situation is.”

“This is bullshit! Why bother keeping me here? You really think someone’s going to believe me if I tell them about you?”

“Yes. I do.” He stood up to tower over you, casting a shadow over your small form. “We have enemies, in your world and in ours. Believe me, in any other situation, I’d toss you back in a heartbeat. But it’s dangerous for both of us if we let you leave.”

You opened your mouth to argue more, but Risotto bared his teeth, glisteneing white daggers as long as your middle finger. You flinched, taking a step away from him.

“Y’know, Boss, maybe it’s a good thing they showed up.”

The brown wolf with ponytails grinned, well, wolfishly at you. Risotto furrowed his brow.

“Illuso…”

“We’ve been here a while, and for what? We’re not getting any younger, and the other wolves are dropping like flies. What’s the harm in keeping them?”

You didn’t like where this was going. You liked it even less when he stood from his chair and began stalking towards you.

“It’s like Melone said… a pack needs a breeder. We could keep ‘em as a bitch and-”

Before you could protest, Risotto grabbed Illuso by the scruff of the neck and hurled him across the room. He hit a stone wall with a loud thud, leaving behind cracks as he slid to the floor whimpering. The other wolves cowered in their seats, lowering their snouts to hide their necks. Perhaps to show obedience to their leader. Risotto growled.

“Absolutely not! I’m being cruel enough as is. I expect nothing from this human. Nothing at all. If I hear of any harassment from them, you’ll face the consequences from my hand first.”

Illuso curled up into a pained ball, shaking like a leaf. All the bravado had drained from him. You looked between him and Risotto, more than a little shocked, and even more confused. The silver wolf growled once more, than stared down the wolf with the underbite.

“Pesci.”

Pesci yelped, ears pressed flat to his head. “Y-yeah, Boss?”

“You’re in charge of this one. For now. Take them back to the stump. Make them comfortable. And keep Illuso away from them.”

Pesci nodded. With that, Risotto lumbered away, disappearing into the doorway. Illuso was the first to flee, the other wolves following suit. Pesci remained in his seat ‘til the last minute. He hobbled awkwardly over to you, twiddling his thumb pads.

‘S-so… I guess… follow me?”

Still dazed from this whole encounter, you followed him blindly out the door.

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Tell My Heart To Beat

Chapter 6 - Reunited

It was a mistake.

It was a really bad decision on her part to go back to the monster's nest, but she needed to. She needed whatever she could find in the pile of clothes and items left from the missing hikers. She had no real choice, or she was going to freeze in her little burrow. She had run out of matches three days ago but had somehow kept her little fire going. Now, it was a pile of smoldering ashes barely keeping the interior of her small home warm.

Evan had been desperate to stay warm the night before. Luckily, she had been able to stay huddled up with a fresh bed of feathers and thatch, but that was only just enough. Her coat had kept her a little cozy, but the cold was creeping in as the nights got colder. She had no choice but to venture out in the daylight.

There was a fresh layer of snow on top of the already packed layer underneath. This was going to be a problem as she still had nothing covering her feet. Yet another reason for her to go retrieve what she could. A pair of socks or even better, a pair of boots would be the perfect find.

Throwing her yellow backpack over her shoulder, Evan started out on her journey to the monster's lair. With the snow making it difficult, she expected the trip to take a little longer than the last time she went. It was not a problem as she had made marks on the trees to help keep her on the trail. She made sure to stay on track as she silently traversed the forest, trying not to draw any attention to herself.

The trail weaved between thickets and at some point through wide clearings in the forest until it came to the stream. Then, she followed the small, still flowing, creek to the big oak before going towards the lair that was up the slope. She made sure to fill up her water bottle before she made her way up there.

The pile of clothing was covered in snow, but it remained relatively untouched since last time. Evan had to slowly make her way to it without making a sound. Thankfully, the snow muffled any loud noises in the forest behind her. She carefully began to brush the snow away from the pile before she began to pick through it. There was not much that she had not sifted through before, but she did manage to find a fanny pack with a lighter and a pack of cigarettes in it. There was also a bottle of hand sanitizer, but that was it. The lighter was really the prize in this situation.

She had managed to dig through a bit more before she came across a pair of dry socks. Any boots that she found were way too big and were definitely a tripping hazard. There was no way she could travel in a pair of adult sized boots in this forest. Other than that, she found a few shirts that could make for a fresh change of clothing if she needed.

Evan was happy with her finds, especially with the lighter. With those items safely stored in her backpack, she quietly left the scene. She tiptoed down the slope as carefully as she could, making sure not to slip on the ice covered rocks. She could barely feel her feet, as they had gone numb a while ago, but showed no sign of frostbite like the book had described. The only thing she did notice was that her feet were pale.

Making her way up was the easy part. To get down, she had to place her feet in certain spots to keep from slipping. One wrong move could have her falling, and she did not want to be caught by the white monster. It was out there, prowling around and hunting. It let her go last time and terrified her to where she did not leave her burrow for days. The next time, she might not be so lucky.

She held on to the roots of a tree as she attempted to plant her foot down on a rock below her. She held her breath as she gradually lowered herself down to stand, but her foot slipped on the ice covering the smooth rock. With her weight pulling her down, the small root she held on to snapped, sending her tumbling down the steep slope with a scream.

As soon as she hit the snow-covered ground, she groaned at the pain from the impact. Picking herself up onto her hands and knees, Evan realized that she had cut her right palm on something. No big deal, it would heal up soon enough, but that was the least of her problems.

There was a growl rumbling through the forest. The white monster heard her. She was also pretty sure it could smell her blood now, too. She had no choice but to pick herself up and run as fast as she could before it showed up. She quickly stood up, dusted herself off, and put her hood over her head. She was going to have to rely on her memory of the trail to make it back to her safe place.

She still had to make her way down the slope, but she was less picky about where she put her feet. Now she was relying on self-preservation to get her out of this mess. Whatever instinct she had was helping her cover ground as she skipped down the rocks to the more solid ground on the forest floor. She could hear the beast walking in her direction as he toppled over trees.

Evan did not look back as she made it to the old oak by the stream. She was out of breath, but she had to keep going. She followed the stream to the next marking and then turned sharply as she heard the chaos behind her. The monster was coming for her like a bloodhound. At this point, she was running faster than she thought she could, leaping over logs and trying not to look back as the ground shook beneath her feet. It was running after her now.

Daring it, she glanced behind her to see it right at her heels. This was her mistake. The next thing she felt was her foot catching on a root buried beneath the snow. For the second time that day, she was face first in the snow. This time, a monster was coming for her. She turned herself over in shear terror as the beast was right above her.

Crawling backward, she was trying to get away as tears started beading in her eyes. She screamed as it came closer to her, ready to do harm to her. She closed her eyes as it picked up its clawed paw, ready to slam it down on her small form, but it never came.

Instead, there was the sound of something cutting through flesh and bone. Then the guttural howl of the monster as a thump was heard to her right. All of a sudden, the air smelled sour as something wet sprayed around her. She opened her eyes and stood up.

There in front of her was the white monster cradling its severed arm as blood poured from it. She blinked as she tried to understand what had happened until a red and black thing came into her line of sight. It was another monster, but smaller than the white one. She stood frozen with her heart pounding in her ears a million miles a minute as the smaller creature looked back at her with its glowing eyes.

"Go! Get out of here!" It spoke. The voice was remarkably human, even though it came from a monster. "Evan!" She blinked as it spoke her name. Why would it be saving her? She looked at it, finally understanding what it wanted. "Run as fast as you can and get out of here!" It yelled at her. She had no choice but to do as it said.

She turned and ran.

She made it to the thicket not long after she had run away. She could still hear the battle going on from where she was but paid no mind to it. All she wanted to do was get back to her den. She got down on her hands and knees to go through the tunnel she had made in the thicket of bushes surrounding the hollow her burrow was. As soon as she was through, she ran into her burrow, shutting the door behind her.

All at once, the emotions she had held at bay came up from the surface. She began to cry uncontrollably as her body shook from the letdown of adrenaline and the cold. She curled up in her little nest, hoping that this was all just a nightmare she was trapped in.

She pulled herself together after a short time. Her feet were stinging from the cold, and she needed to light a fire. It did not take as much effort as she thought it would to stop crying. Not when she knew it could be much worse. Taking her backpack, she fished around inside for the lighter, finding it without an issue.

As she was getting her fire started, she could hear something moving outside of her den. Whatever it was, it was trying to keep as quiet as possible. However, she had a gut feeling that it was the red and black monster that had saved her earlier. It had probably followed her tracks there, and now it was coming to do something to her. She did not want to go outside to face it. Not when it somehow knew her name.

"I know you're out there!" She yelled out, hoping it heard her. It must have as it stopped moving.

"Oh yeah?" Its voice was clearer, and it was definitely a man's voice. "You must have some good ears on her head." It...he... was trying to play the good guy according to her.

"You followed me here." She crawled up to her door after she got the fire started. All she could see was a pair of black boots and the bottom of a long red coat through the slats in her makeshift door. "Why?"

"You're a kid out here alone..." He walked over to the fallen tree across the way and sat down on it. "I wanted to make sure you were okay after that demon decided to play."

"Well, I'm fine." She really was not fine. The truth was that she was ready to walk out the door and tell him to take her out of this place. "Who are you?"

"A demon hunter." She caught sight of his face and frowned. This had to be a joke, right? She slowly opened the door and crawled out of her burrow to stand up in the snow. "Evan?" He looked at her with those blue eyes that she saw in the mirror every time she looked in it. The same hair. Who was he?

"What is your name?" She needed some kind of answer to make sense of all of this. He ran a hand through his hair with a chuckle.

"Dante. My name's Dante." Evan relaxed as soon as she heard his name. This must have been the old friend that her mother was talking about. The one they were supposed to go see in Capulet. "You okay, Kid?"

"My name is Evan, not Kid." She took her hands out of her pockets and crossed her arms with a scowl on her face.

"I know, I'm the one that gave it to you." Her eyes widened as the confession hit her. "It's a long story." He sighed when he caught her reaction. There was not much to tell right then and there. A whole bunch of mistakes, papers, and lies on the other end. Dante had no idea how to proceed forward except to tell the truth. This whole situation felt awkward to him.

She turned around and went back into her burrow, shutting the door behind her. Great. He screwed that up.

Dante hung his head in defeat. He just had to tell her right out the gate with no tact. He was beating himself up for this grand confession, hoping she would... well he honestly had no idea what he was hoping for her to do. She probably thought he was some deadbeat father who never cared about her. The first time in eleven years he sees his own child and he screws it up.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention. There she was standing there with the yellow backpack slung over her shoulder. She looked at him with a small smile on her lips as she walked up to him.

"My mom said you were going to help us, but she's gone." She looked him in the eyes. It was undeniable to him how much Evan was like him. "So will you help me?" She grabbed on to the strap of her backpack and bit her lip waiting for him to answer.

"Always." Dante wanted to reach out to her so badly, but she was not ready.

"Okay, so let's go." She turned away from him as he stood up. There was not much more to say to each other and Dante felt like there was going to be a lot of silence between them. "I don't want to be here anymore."

"Wait, wait, wait... Hold on." He reached out to grab her shoulder and stop her. "Do you know where you are going?"

"That way." She pointed over towards the thicket he had gone through earlier. That was the general direction of where they had come from, but it was not the direction of where the road was. "I think." She was unsure of herself, which Dante could see being a problem when she had been stranded out there for months. He shook his head with a laugh.

"Okay, Princess, how about you leave the navigation to me." He used the nickname he gave her for the first time in years and it felt strange. To be honest, now that he had her there, Dante did not really know how to talk to her. Other than his typical bravado, he was very uncomfortable underneath that facade. This was not going how he had seen it in his head.

"Fine... " Evan sagged as he walked up to stand beside her. His hand still on her shoulder.

"Look, it's not that I don't think you can find your way." There was a real danger of something else in the forest surprising them as they traveled. "There are a lot of things out there besides that demon and I don't want you to get hurt." He looked down at her, hoping she picked up on his overwhelming need to protect her.

"If I get hurt, I just heal up." Sure, that was fine, but she was defenseless against a demon. "See, it's almost healed from earlier." She held up her right hand to show him the cut on her palm that was almost just a scar now. So, that was how she survived the wreck.

"So, you have crazy healing, big deal." He grabbed her hand to look at it while trying to make it seem like it was nothing. "Doesn't keep you from getting squished like a grape under a big demons foot." He dropped her hand with a smirk on his face before walking off towards the thicket. "You either stay here or you come with me. If you come with me, you have to do everything I say. Capice?"

"And if I don't want to go with you?" She crossed her arms over her chest daring to challenge him, which he did not really like. Actually, he wanted to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder while telling her to stop her nonsense.

"Then I'll leave you here." Dante saw her gulp as he put on his serious face, even though he was completely bluffing. He would not leave her there... ever. "So, what will it be? Stay or go? We don't have all afternoon." He was one hundred percent sure she was going to go with him either way. "Times a wasting." Evan stood there thinking over her options then she decided.

"Fine, I'll go with you." She stomped over to him with her feet in the snow. He needed to fix that soon, but right now they had to get out of that forest. The other demon could wait for now.

"Good choice." Well, at least he did not have to grab her against her will. Dante proceeded to walk through the thick thorny bushes that he had cut through earlier with Evan right behind him.

There was silence between them as the pair walked through the forest. Dante occasionally looked back to his daughter to see if she was staying close to him. He doubted she would leave his side, not when the day was moving into the late hours towards dusk.

Lady was probably still waiting for them at the store. Now that he thought about it, she was going to be waiting for a while longer while he escorted Evan out of harms way. He was not keen on staying out there another night, but that may be what will happen.

"How much further?" Evan sounded like she had just run a marathon. He looked back at her to see she had fallen behind a little, so he stopped.

"We've got some miles to go." He noticed her feet were white as the snow without shoes on. "Where are your shoes?"

"I lost them a long time ago." She looked down completely ashamed that she had lost something so basic, but he did not reprimand her for it. Instead, he walked over to her and scooped her up into his arms. "What are you doing?" She threw her arms around his neck.

"You're slowing down." Dante could not help the emotions running through him as he held her in his arms for the first time in eleven years. "And even if you have this amazing self healing power, your feet are going to hurt later." She had more human blood than he did, which meant she could still get some sort of illness... he supposed.

"That was you that killed the monster...demon... wasn't it?" She asked him point blank as he walked. She was so small and so smart that he could not keep hiding his nature from her.

"Yep." He smiled as he kept his eyes ahead just as it started to snow again. "That's a long and complicated story too."

"Does that make me a demon too?" That smile turned into a frown when she asked that question. She knew who he was to her and while that was wonderful, it was also scary. He thought about the best way to answer that question so it did not scare her.

"No, you are a person." Dante answered after thinking for a few moments. "Demon blood runs in my veins, but I'm also human. You have a lot more human than I do, but even if you share my blood, you're a person too." That was the best way he could answer so she could understand. She looked deep in thought about it as well, trying to fit herself in the picture. "You have a soul, and that's all that matters." He smiled softly at Evan as she held on to him.

"Did my mom know?" Dante never told Ali about his heritage, mainly because he did not expect their relationship to last long or produce a child.

"No, I didn't tell her about that." He wanted to tell Evan that Ali was not at fault for the way things had turned out. "It was a long time ago and we were different people then." What else could he say about it?

"Oh." The girl in his arms looked a little disappointed to hear that. He supposed every kid had their idea of what their parents relationship was like before they came along. "I just thought that maybe... "

"I get it, but it's all complicated." He sighed as he looked ahead going in the direction he felt was the right way. "Adults are complicated." He chuckled as he thought about being a kid again. "Looks like we are gonna have to hunker down somewhere for the night."

"Great." She pouted. It was actually enough to get a laugh out of him. "I was hoping to be out of this crazy place."

"I can't say I blame you for that." Dante smirked as he continued on through the snow as daylight began to fade.

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A TUMBLR STORY: TORN PAGE (p.14)

PREVIOUS RESULT: Near the big lake.

Laefen was who chose the place. He said water always is a good resource to have, that lakes are peaceful havens where all the beasts gather in harmony. No wolf attacks a deer that’s drinking at a lake; no pixie will play tricks on travellers thirsty and tired. It’s one of those rare laws that Nature has imposed on all her children, with few exceptions being outcasts to her rightful rule. Mermaids, monsters, ghosts – those are an evil Nature cannot control, born from hatred and from tragedy.

Those were his words, and with Hibiscus backing them, you trusted. You rode past the solitary wall, away from the majestic sanctuary that had given you abode and hearth for many years, long and fruitful. You bestowed but a quick glance to the solitary mountains to your right, where creatures of wide wings circled the peaks, their species hidden by the distance. You moved around the gloomy forest; to your left, you felt Hibiscus’ quiet pain, phantom tears washing her heart in sight of woods so sad, so twisted.

“It will grow back,” you pointed out, in sympathy to her grief for a creation failed and broken. You knew the feeling from your younger days, that itching ache when your achievements crumble. “Deeper into its thicket, there’s a new settlement being built, a research town for elven biologists. In time, this place will become even bigger than before.”

The satyr heard you; you made sure to speak loud enough for her to listen. Preceded by a silence full of self-reflection, there was a silent ‘thank you’. You smiled, faintly. Building up a courteous relationship with your fellow teammates was a gratifying task.

You stopped once blue swallowed the landscape up to the horizon, and your mount’s hooves got washed by waves that spilled onto the shore. Saddles off, and runes placed to create a temporary barrier, you left the loyal animals to have a deserved rest, taking care of your own tents and fire.

“Strange.”

The roof of what would be your dwelling for tonight raised up to mimic heavy crowns of foliage; your gaze, freed of the tiresome burden that’s setting up under the last rays of sun, moved to the man that swore to be your sword and shield, now crouched next to the threshold of the realms of water.

“What is it?” you asked him. To you, this place was adverse and alien; to him, it was his second home.

“It’s the water.”

Another voice answered, not elven. Turning around, you saw M walk to where you stood, hands behind their back, their deep, trapping gaze resembling honey ready to capture naïve flies. Reciprocating your inquisitive inspection, they smiled.

“Lakes should not have waves so prominent.”

Their statement came in simple phrasing, indifferent to the uniqueness of their observation. You felt alone while struck by realisation, and solitary curiosity is what imbued you as you looked at Laefen once again. Indeed, no waves should be there, but there were. And yet, instead of awe, you saw insouciance, worry, and exhaustion.

“Better to keep watch tonight,” was the conclusion reached by the rogue when he re-joined you back where the bonfire danced in a valse of flames.

“Something wrong, Laefen?” finishing her ration, Amani watched the elf give her a little shrug.

“Just a hunch. Better to be safe than sorry.”

You started to suspect this was his most used expression.

Sunset was gone, and with it, the need to stay awake. Biding farewell to everyone, you approached your tent, refusing, nonetheless, to enter before you saw Ashna in front of theirs. You were close by, a fact that made you happy. You knew they would be by your side if something was to go wrong.

Your gazes met. You found yourself in deep stupefaction, admiring every single sparkle that roamed within their intense stare. Like a celestial mantle, stars lived within their eyes, their own, soft light illuminating in your starless heart a new path to follow, one you ignored for long enough. Those guiding stars, they invited you to sail through endless waters into an ocean to drown, dragged to the depths of your emotions. Dangerous, that’s how you described them every single time. Dangerous in how beautiful they were.

“Sleep well,” they whispered you, and you confused their whisper with a quiet purr; at least, that’s what your ears wanted it to be.

“You too,” you answered, feeling how the string that kept you standing there gets pulled off your hands. You could have made the conversation slightly longer – there’s always something wise to say and to discuss with someone on whose knowledge there’s no doubt. You failed to find the words, however; again, you failed to say out loud the thoughts you had in mind.

They noticed your embarrassing confusion. They realised the shyness that struck your heart, that pathetic feeling that has great paralysing power over one’s physical body. A fascinating, yet humiliating sight…

However, they didn’t mock you, of course not; to them, things like emotions were oddly gripping, perhaps, in link to their love for the exploration of the mind. Or perhaps, it was you, who had them captivated; your heart skipped a beat at the thought of that.

Their hands took yours, and, before you had the time to answer, a soft, brief kiss caressed your cheek with its burning touch. You felt fire burst through your lungs, its heat immediately getting veins to rage in passionate blazes. Your eyes had sparkles dancing in their pupils.

Such a reaction made them laugh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” they said, this time, definitely purring. Then, they quickly left your side, and their figure disappeared behind thick cloth before you saw how their ears started shivering in excitement.

You couldn’t sleep, that night. That night, all what was on your mind was Ashna, and that sweet, soft kiss. A futile, cyclical idea without an end or goal, that was forbidding you from having your deserved recovery after a tiring day. Your health was at stake, and yet, all what you thought of was still them, and that small kiss. That silly, ephemeral kiss. How happy had it made you.

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