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Sugar And Spice

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x reader

Synopsis: Peeta gets jealous when a guy keeps coming into the bakery to flirt with you

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“Can you watch the bakery for a second while I frost a cake?”

“I can do it but I have to warn you. I’m super charming so we’re probably gonna get a bunch of customers and sell out immediately.” You said and held up your hands in defense. Peeta couldn’t help but smile as he watched you tie an apron around your waist. Something about you wearing something that had his last name on it made you even more endearing. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his best friend like that, but he couldn’t help it.

“I don’t doubt your charm but we haven’t had any customers all day.” He reminded you.

“That’s because you’ve been keeping me in the back. Go frost your cake. This place will be packed when you return. Just watch”. You said and shooed him okay.

“Okay.” He replied sarcastically.

You were only alone in the bakery for a few minutes before someone came in. It was a guy around your age wearing a hard helmet so you could only assume he was a coal miner.

“Hello.” He smiled at you as he walked up the counter.

“Hello.” You replied. “Welcome to Mellark Bakery.”

“Do you guys sell bread?” He asked you.

“Here? At the bakery?” You asked and stepped to the side to give him a full view of all the baskets of bread behind you.

“Okay, it was a dumb question.” He admitted.

“It’s okay. It’s probably the only question you can ask that I could actually answer. I just learned what yeast was a little while ago.”

“Oh, so you don’t usually work here?”

“I don’t. My best friends family owns the place. But his brother gave his mom a cold and then the whole family caught it. I’m just filling in until they’re better.” You explained.

“That’s a shame. I thought I’d have two reasons to come in here now.” The boy said with a coy smile.

“Two reasons?”

“For delicious bread and a chance to see the pretty girl working the counter.” He replied. You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his flirting before smiling. You’d never had a boy flirt with you so boldly so it made you feel good.

“Well, thanks. How can I help you?” You asked him.

“My mother sent me to get that brown bread but I keep forgetting the name of it.”

“Isn’t all bread brown?”

“Well, yes.” He realized. “But she said this one is browner than the others.”

“I actually think I know what you’re talking about. Is it pumpernickel?” You asked and pulled out a loaf of pumpernickel bread.

“Yes! That’s the one. Look at you being smart. I’ll take a loaf of that.” The boy said. You didn’t really like the way he acted like it was shocking you’d say something smart but you didn’t say anything.

“Surely. Anything else I get you?” You asked as you handed him the wrapped up loaf.

“How about your name?” He smiled as he handed you the money.

“It’s Y/n. You?” You said through a nervous laugh. You weren’t entirely sure you liked the attention anymore.

“Hi. I’m Lycan.” He said and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lycan.” You smiled politely and shook his hand.

“It is nice, isn’t it? Will you be filling in all week?”

“Most likely.” You told him.

“Then I’ll be back. Thanks for the help.” He winked at you just as Peeta came out from the back. He saw the much taller and stronger looking Lycan leaving the bakery and stopped in his tracks.

“No problem.” You called after him. Peeta caught the way Lycan’s eyes lingered on you after he left the shop and he didn’t like it. He got a weird feeling in his stomach when he noticed that you were flustered.

“Who was that?” Peeta asked.

“That was Lycan. And he bought the last loaf of pumpernickel so we knead to make more. And that was a baking pun, by the way. But it would’ve worked better on paper.”

“Oh. Do you always learn the customers names?” Peeta asked as the weird feeling in his stomach grew. He was feeling jealous already and now that he knew you learned that guys name, it was even worse.

“Not always.” You shrugged. “But he asked my name so I asked his.”

“He asked your name? That was nice of him.” Peeta said through a forced smile. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much that you had caught the attention of the attractive stranger. Maybe because you’d caught Peeta’s attention years ago but still hadn’t noticed.

“Yeah. I guess he was nice. He called me pretty.” You said and looked at Peeta as if you were expecting him to disagree with that statement. Peeta clenched his jaw but kept a straight face.

“You are pretty.” He insisted. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I don’t know. I guess because no one’s ever just called me pretty before. Except maybe my mother. But I’ve never heard it from a boy. It was kinda, I don’t know, nice.” You said as you stared out the window. Peeta was kicking himself for never vocalizing how beautiful he found you because now you had to cling to the compliment of a stranger.

“I think you’re pretty.” Peeta said quietly. Your head turned to Peeta and you had a surprised smile on your face. Peeta turned a deep red as he waited for your answer.

“You’re pretty pretty yourself, blondie.” You replied as you passed by him. You started to rearrange some of the baked goods but Peeta was still hung up on this stranger who called you pretty.

“Did you like that guy?” Peeta asked you and feared for the answer.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “It was nice to be noticed. But I don’t him enough to know if I like him.”

“Right.” He nodded and desperately tried to take his mind off it. You noticed the far off look in Peeta’s eye but didn’t understand what was bothering him.

“So how’s your cake?” You asked.

“Not good. I made the frosting a weird color. Can you go look at it and tell me if I should scrap it or not?”

“Sure. But if you go check on it later and there’s a piece missing, it wasn’t me.” You teased.

“Very funny.” He said sarcastically.

“I know, right?” You laughed and went to the back. Peeta laughed as well but his smile quickly dropped when the door to the bakery opened. Lycan walked back in and Peeta gulped. He’d only seen him through the window before so now he got to see just how tall and handsome this guy was. Peeta nervously fumbled with the tie on his apron and felt a little insecure to be wearing it when this guy was covering in soot and dirt from being down in the mines.

“Hi. How can I help you?” Peeta asked him. Lycan was visibly disappointed to see Peeta there and was ignoring him as he looked around the bakery for you.

“What happened to the girl that was working here just a few minutes ago?” Lycan asked.

“Who’s asking?” Peeta asked without dropping his cheery smile. Lycan looked Peeta up and down and scoffed a little.

“I am.” He replied. “I wanted to ask her where she lives.”

“Why would you want to know that?” Peeta frowned.

“So I could see her again. I was planning on stopping by sometime. I figured she’d like that.” Lycan answered with a smug expression.

“Well I know her well enough to know she wouldn’t want me telling a stranger where she lives so…” Peeta trailed off and let Lycan fill in the blank.

“Hm. You must be the friend she mentioned. I guess I’ll just have to ask her myself. But why don’t you do me a favor and tell her I stopped by?”

“Surely.” Peeta replied. Lycan recognized the same word you had used and narrowed his eyes at Peeta.

“Thanks, baker boy. Bye.” Lycan smirked and left the bakery. Peeta blinked in surprise at the unexpected rude tone. If he was feeling insecure before, he was feeling even worse now that Lycan made it obvious that he looked down on him.

“Who was that?” You asked when you came out from the back.

“No one.” Peeta lied. “How’s the cake?”

“I actually like the grey color. You should leave it as it is.” You told him.

“But it was supposed to be a wedding cake. Won’t the customer be mad?”

“If I was getting married and my cake was baked by you, I wouldn’t care what it looked like because I would already know it was delicious. But you don’t have to worry about that because the cake looked great. Your cakes always look great. You’re the best cake decorator I know. So stop worrying about it.” You said and playfully smacked his chest.

“I’m the only cake decorator you know.” He said with a shy smile.

“That may be true.” You agreed. “But even if I knew more, you’d still be the best. You’re an artist. All your cakes are lovely. I promise.”

“Thanks for saying that.” He blushed. “We can have a grey cake at our wedding then.”

“Oh? Our wedding?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Your wedding.” He quickly corrected. “I meant your wedding. I will make you a grey cake for your wedding.”

“What if my groom wants a white cake?”

“He’ll want whatever you want.” Peeta said confidently.

“What makes you so sure?” You asked skeptically.

“Just a guess.” He said quickly. He wasn’t about to tell you that if he was the groom, you’d get whatever and however many cakes you wanted.

“Well he better. My mother is already on me about finding someone and settling down. That’s all she thinks I’m gonna be apparently. A wife.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, yeah? Is there anyone in particular you’re thinking of?” Peeta asked without looking at you.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be against running off and eloping with you to get her off my back.” You joked. Peeta blushed at the joke and hoped there was some truth to it.

“Or maybe I’ll just marry this Lycan guy to shut her up.” You added, making Peeta’s smile drop. He was definitely jealous now and it was only gonna get worse.

The next day, you went to the bakery again and helped Peeta run the shop. He had you handling the customers while he stayed in the back to bake. Even though you had said it as a joke, you actually were bringing in a lot of customers and selling through baked goods fast. Unfortunately, you brought in Peeta’s least favorite customer.

“Oh no.” Peeta said when he saw Lycan through the windows.

“What?” You asked just as the door opened.

“Hello again.” Lycan greeted you and didn’t acknowledge Peeta in any way.

“Oh, hi, Lycan. What can I get for you today?” You asked him.

“How about you get me your favorite thing in the shop?” He asked with that smug look Peeta hated. Peeta rolled his eyes at the lack of manners but held his tongue.

“Well, that’s hard to pick. Peeta bakes everything and it’s all delicious. He’s an amazing baker.” You said and patted Peeta’s back. Peeta and Lycan made eye contact and gave each other tight smiles.

“Oh, so this is your friend who runs the bakery? Did he tell you I stopped by yesterday to see you?” Lycan asked knowing full well Peeta didn’t mention it. You looked at Peeta in surprise and Peeta gave you a sheepish smile.

“Must’ve forgotten to mention that.” He said quietly.

“Right.” You laughed awkwardly. “Well, I love the cinnamon buns Peeta makes. And we just frosted some so I’ll go grab one from the back.”

You went to the back to grab a cinnamon bun, leaving Peeta and Lycan alone together. Peeta kept his eyes down as Lycan stared at him with a smug expression.

“So how come you had her running the shop all alone yesterday?” Lycan asked with judgement in his voice.

“She was fine. She was only alone for a few minutes but she would’ve been perfectly capable of running the shop all day. She’s great at this stuff. She’s better than me and I grew up in this bakery.” Peeta defended you.

“I could tell.” Lycan snorted. “But running a business is no place for a lady. She should’ve been doing the baking while you handled the customers. A girl like that should be able to sit still and look pretty while you man the place, you know what I mean?”

“Um, no, I don’t know what you mean.” Peeta smiled tightly. “She’s not the type to sit still but you wouldn’t know that because you don’t know her. And we “manned”the shop together all day. I just happened to be in the back decorating the cakes when you came in.”

“Oh, so you make all these? Where did you learn how to do that?” Lycan asked with a condescending smile as he looked at the cakes on display.

“My mother taught me.” Peeta said quietly.

“Oh, I see. My mother taught me that a man’s job involves getting your hands dirty but hey, what does she know?” Lycan shrugged.

“Clearly not how to teach her son manners.” Peeta mumbled. You came out from the back and Peeta relaxed.

“Here. One hot cinnamon bun.” You smiled kindly and handed the treat to Lycan.

“Thank you. It looks almost as good as you do.” He said with a much kinder tone than he had given Peeta.

“Oh. Thank you.” You laughed in surprise and looked over at Peeta. Peeta was too busy staring daggers at Lycan to notice.

“See you tomorrow?” Lycan asked you.

“See you then.” You waved as he left the shop. Once he was gone again, Peeta could finally breathe.

“I don’t like that guy.” Peeta shook his head.

“What? Why not? He’s so nice.” You said. As much as Peeta disliked that guy, he wasn’t about to burst your bubble and tell you Lycan had implied you could not and should not run the bakery by yourself.

“He’s too nice.” Peeta insisted. “And I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“How was he looking at me?” You frowned.

“The same way every guy looks at you. Only he looks dumb enough to try something.” Peeta mumbled. You let out a laugh and Peeta was confused.

“What?” He wondered.

“Nothing. I’ve just never heard you call someone dumb before. Here I was thinking you were all sunshine and flowers.” You shrugged with an amused smile.

“I can be tough. You don’t think I can be tough?”

“Well, I’m sure you can be. I’ve just never seen it. I’ve only ever seen your good side.”

“I can be tough. I can be a real tough guy.” Peeta insisted but it sounded unnatural coming out of his mouth.

“Okay, tough guy.” You chuckled. “Show me what you got.”

“What do you mean?”

“Say something mean about me.” You said and gestured towards yourself.

“What? I would never do that.” He laughed but meant it.

“I knew it. You’re too sweet. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. You’re all sugar.” You said and squeezed his arm. Peeta blushed at the contact and felt a little better about himself.

“Here’s something mean. That guy just tracked mud all over the floors. Why are coal miners so messy?” He scoffed and grabbed the mop.

“Maybe because they’re in dirty mines all day? Just a thought.” You teased as Peeta cleaned the floor.

“This is just gross.” Peeta huffed. “And did you see his hands? They were filthy.”

“I didn’t notice them.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, cause you were too busy flirting.” Peeta grumbled.

“Flirting?” You laughed. “I was not flirting with that guy.”

“Yes you were. I’ve never seen you bat your eyelashes like that before. And when’s the last time you warmed something up for a customer? You did that to flirt.” He half joked, half meant entirely.

“That wasn’t me flirting. I was just blinking because of all the dust he brought in.” You said simply. Peeta stopped mopping and looked up to see if you were serious.

“You really weren’t flirting with him?” Peeta asked hopefully.

“With a stranger? Who do you think I am?” You scoffed and grabbed the mop from him. You cleaned up the rest of the mud tracks before handing the mop back.

“Okay.” Peeta smiled. “Good.”

“Why’s that good? You didn’t want me to be flirting with him?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Psh. No. I don’t care who you flirt with.” Peeta quickly explained but even he didn’t believe it.

“Don’t you?” You asked and took a step towards him.

“I don’t.” He gulped.

“All right then.” You smiled sadly and went back behind the counter. Peeta looked over at you and wondered if you had wanted him to say that he didn’t want you flirting with anyone else.

The next day, Peeta was hesitant to leave you alone in the bakery in case Lycan came back to ask you out. If he actually made a move on you, Peeta knew he didn’t stand a chance. There weren’t a whole lot of options for dating in your district so if he asked you out, you’d probably say yes. But Peeta couldn’t stay in the front forever and eventually had to go to the back to frost cakes. And as soon as he was gone, the wolves descended.

“Good morning.” Lycan greeted as he came into the bakery. Your heart started to beat faster when he came in but it wasn’t from excitement. His presence was starting to make you anxious and you didn’t know if you liked the attention anymore.

“Good morning. What will it be today?” You asked politely.

“Some more pumpernickel please. But only half a loaf. I had some of my worker friends over last night and we went through it. We just get so hungry being down in the mines all day. You know how real men’s work is. It’s brutal but hey, someone’s gotta do it.” Lycan shrugged and leaned on the counters that you had just cleaned.

“Right.” You said sarcastically. “Anything else?”

“A smile. From you.” Lycan added. You gave him a tight smile back and realized you really didn’t like the attention. At least, not from him.

“Have a great day.” He said as you handed him the loaf and he handed you the money.

“Thanks. You too.”

“I already did. Because I got to see you.” Lycan said and pointed to you. You forced a smile back and watched as he tracked mud on the floor as he left. Peeta came out from the back a little while later and saw the mud.

“I see Lycan returned.” He said stiffly.

“He sure did.” You replied. Peeta rolled his eyes and grabbed the mop before looking at you.

“Don’t give me that look.” You laughed. “It’s not my fault Mr. Muddy Boots keeps coming in here.”

“Yes it is. I heard him telling you to smile. He likes you.” Peeta mumbled and mopped the floor. His jealousy was back and in full force so he kept his head down.

“Maybe he was just being friendly.”

“But he wasn’t being friendly to me. Only you.” Peeta pointed out.

“Okay, true. But that still doesn’t mean anything. He might just want to be friends.”

“No way. No guy wants to be just friends with a girl as interesting and funny as you.”

“What about you? You just want to be friends, don’t you?” You asked and smiled at his words but he didn’t see it. He was too busy keeping his head down so you couldn’t see how much he was blushing over what you asked.

“There. Finally clean. But if he comes in here and gets the floors muddy one more time, I’m gonna ban him from the bakery.” Peeta said to change the subject.

“Maybe he’s had enough of your baked goods and won’t come in anymore.” You shrugged.

“He’ll be back. Although he might stop buying things and just start coming in to stare at you.” Peeta grumbled, making you laugh. When your laughter died down, you thought about what it would mean if this guy actually wanted to be more than friends.

“Do you actually think he likes me?” You asked quietly.

“Of course he does. And I can’t blame him. But I can be annoyed about how often he comes in here.” Peeta said and continued to avoid eye contact with you.

“But him coming in here means you get more customers.” You reminded him. “And what do you mean you can’t blame him?”

“Him coming in here means I have to look at his dumb face while he bumbles around and tries to flirt with you. All while making the bakery muddy. I wouldn’t mind losing him as a customer.” Peeta replied and conveniently ignored the second half of what you said.

“Well we should probably bake another loaf of pumpernickel in case he comes in tomorrow.” You shrugged and started to gather the ingredients. Peeta froze and watched you tie on an apron as jealousy burned a hole inside him.

“What?” You asked when you saw Peeta’s face.

“You want him to come back?” Peeta asked in a soft voice.

“I didn’t say that. But if he does, which I’m assuming he will, we should have bread for him.”

Peeta was quiet again for a minute as he looked at you. He didn’t think you liked this guy back until he watched you gathering ingredients to make something specifically for him.

“Do you, um, do you like him back or something?” Peeta asked you. He didn’t sound angry or anything, just sad.

“What I like is earning money. Which customers bring in. Customers like Lycan.” You said and headed to the back where the oven was.

“Fine. But just don’t bake that with love, okay?” Peeta called after you. He heard you laugh and felt a little better because it reminded him that no one made you laugh quite like he did.

“I’ll try.” You called back.

The next day, Peeta was ready for anything. He asked you to bake some muffins in the back while he dealt with the customers during the evening rush. He had made it through almost the entire day before he saw Lycan coming in to the bakery. He looked around for you as soon as he walked in before walking up the counter.

“How can I help you?” Peeta asked with a forced smile.

“Actually, I was hoping Y/n could help me. She here?” Lycan asked and peered behind the counter.

“She’s busy with the baking in the back.”

“Really? I thought frosting cakes was your job? Tell me, how do you make them look so pretty?” Lycan asked in a mocking tone.

“It takes a steady hand. And a clean one.” Peeta said as his eyes dropped to Lycans dirt covered hands.

“These are workers hands. But you wouldn’t know anything about that would you, baker boy?” Lycan said in a low voice as he leaned on the counter. Peeta gulped but was determined to stand his ground.

“I know about hard work. Just because my work is different from yours doesn’t mean it’s any less important.” He replied.

“Are you serious?” Lycan laughed. “I risk my life everyday to get the coal that you use to bake your pretty little cakes. You’re not important. I mean, your work isn’t important. I know that, and she knows that.” Lycan whispered so only Peeta could hear. His words were getting to Peeta and he wasn’t feeling as confident as before.

“She’d never go for you.” Peeta said quietly.

“What other choice does she have? You?” Lycan scoffed. “I asked around about the two of you, you know. Everyone had the same thing to say. That the bakers boy absolutely adores her but isn’t man enough to do anything about it.”

“I could do something about it.” Peeta insisted.

“Oh really? Then why haven’t you?” Lycan asked him. Peeta opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He had no answer to give.

“That’s what I thought.” Lycan snickered. “She’d never go for you either.”

Peeta looked down at the ground and believed what Lycan was saying. You came out from the back and immediately sensed the awkward tension. You first noticed Peeta’s sad expression and then Lycan’s smug smirk.

“Oh, hi Lycan. Back so soon?” You asked as you looked between the boys and tried to figure out what had just happened between them.

“I just needed to get some bread. And seeing your pretty face never hurts.” Lycan said and switched to a nice smile.

“Aw, thanks.” You said with a fake smile.

“You know, being a coal miner is really dangerous. Nothing like the easy job this guy has.” Lycan said and nodded towards Peeta. “When the boys and I go down into the mines, we never know if we’re gonna get to come back out. So I try to take a minute and appreciate the beautiful things in life as much as I can. And that includes you.”

“Aw, thanks.” You repeated in the same uncomfortable tone. Peeta looked up and saw that Lycan was staring at him with a puffed up smile. In other words, he thought he ate that.

“See you around, doll.” Lycan winked at you before leaving the shop.

“That was painful.” You said once he was gone.

“For us both.” Peeta mumbled.

“I think you were right. I think he may be more than just friendly.” You laughed nervously.

“What gave it away?” Peeta smiled sarcastically.

“I just don’t understand what he wants from me. I don’t even know what to say when he talks like that.” You said and grimaced at the memory of his little speech.

“He probably wants a wife. And he wants you to say it can be you.”

“A wife?” You laughed in shock. “He doesn’t even know me.”

“But he wants to. That’s why he keeps coming in here. He probably wanted to ask you out today but wouldn’t with me in here.”

“Well I wouldn’t say yes even if he did. So there’s nothing to worry about.” You shrugged.

“Don’t tell me there’s nothing to worry about.” Peeta snapped. You were both surprised by his tone and stood in awkward silence following his exclamation. Peeta was too embarrassed to look at you so he kept his head down and played with the ties in his apron. He heard your footsteps coming over to him and suddenly, you were lifting his chin to get him to look at you.

“What’s this about?” You asked quietly. Peeta sighed and looked to the side.

“He works in the mines and risks his life. I work in a bakery and decorate cakes. He’s covered in soot and dirt and I end the day covered in flour and sugar.”

“So?” You laughed.

“So, he’s a real man.” Peeta insisted. “And that’s what you deserve.”

“Do you think I don’t see you as a real man?” You asked and wrapped your arms around Peeta’s neck. He turned bright red and finally looked at you.

“Look at me. And look at him. We’re not the same.” Peeta said softly.

“Just because he works down there and you work up here doesn’t make you any less of a man.” You assured him.

“It feels like it does. Especially when…”

“When what?” You asked when Peeta trailed off.

“When I thought you liked him. I assumed he caught your attention because he’s all big and tough and I’m just…soft.” He shrugged and gave you an embarrassed smile.

“He caught my attention because he’s annoying and dirty. And I happen to like that you’re soft.” You told him.

“You do?” Peeta asked skeptically.

“Of course I do. I like that you never have a mean thing to say about anybody. I like that you decorate cakes and smell like cinnamon all the time. And I like that you stop to pick flowers that you like. But you know what I don’t like?”

“What?”

“That guy. I don’t like how he thinks I shouldn’t run the shop by myself. I don’t like how he can’t compliment me on anything but my looks. I don’t like how he thinks his job makes him superior to us. And I don’t like that he made you feel bad about yourself.” You said. Peeta looked into your eyes and saw how serious you were. A smile tugged at his lips as he believed that he didn’t have anything to worry about.

“He made fun of my cake decorating.” Peeta added with a coy smile.

“What? Now that’s too far. Let’s ban him.” You played along. Peeta laughed and pulled you into a hug.

“I never want you to think you’re not good enough ever again, okay?” You said as you rubbed his back.

“Okay.” Peeta reluctantly replied. You pulled out of the hug and rubbed his shoulders.

“If he comes in here again, I’ll tell him to back off. Of both of us.” You assured Peeta.

“Good. Because I’m not much of a fighter.” He said through a relieved laugh.

“I know. You’re a lover. Thats what I love about you.” You told him and went to go clean the counter. Peeta watched you for a minute with a content smile on his face.

“It is?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Amongst other things, but yes.” You replied.

“There are a lot of things I love about you too.” Peeta said without looking at you.

“Are there?” You asked with piqued interest.

“Of course. Dozens of things.”

“Dozens?” You pretended to gasp and looked over at him.

“Uh huh. A bakers dozen.” He replied with a coy smile.

“Hey.” You laughed. “Baking humor is my thing.”

“I know, I know. But I think that’s another reason Lycan bothered me so much. I thought he was gonna take you away before I got a chance to tell you any of them.” Peeta said simply. Your expression changed but he didn’t catch it as he went to change the sign on the door from “open” to “closed”.

“Well. It’s quitting time.” Peeta sighed and looked the front door.

“Right. We should go.”

The next day, Lycan came in bright and early in the morning. He was the first customer and walked in before you had even arrived yet. Peeta gulped when he saw him and hoped you’d get to the bakery as soon as possible. Then he remembered what you had said about what you loved about him and felt a little braver.

“Hey, Peeta. Just you today?” Lycan asked in a condescending voice.

“For now.” Peeta answered calmly.

“These are nice. You pick them yourself?” Lycan asked as he flicked one of the flowers Peeta had in a vase on the counter.

“As a matter of fact, yes. I did.”

“I thought so. Just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore pathetic. It’s no wonder Y/n doesn’t want you.” Lucan snorted. He hadn’t heard you entering the bakery from the back so when you appeared behind the counter where Peeta was, he gulped.

“Oh, hi, Y/n. Good morning.” He said nervously and hoped you hadn’t heard what he just said. You gave Lycan a big smile before turning to Peeta.

“Good morning.” You greeted Peeta before pulling him into a long kiss. Peeta was stiff with shock at first but then kissed you back as his hands found their place on your waist. Lycan watched this with a dropped jaw and angrily cleared his throat when he felt like it was going on too long. You pulled out of the kiss with a big smile and patted Peeta’s red cheek.

“Sorry about that.” You chuckled as you wrapped an arm around Peeta’s shoulders. Peeta and Lycan were both silent as they processed what had happened. You made your choice loud and clear to the both of them and they were both too stunned to speak. Peeta finally smiled and took one of the flowers out of the vase to place behind your ear as a little thank you. You smiled in appreciation before looking at Lycan.

“So.” You shrugged. “What can we get you?”

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Here Together | T | 10k tags: gaming, speedrunning, glitch hunting, online friendship Summary: In which Derek is a world-record holding speedrunner, Stiles is the glitch hunter who's found some of the biggest strats for the run and Derek's second most annoying mod. Small crushes get blown wide open when Derek invites Stiles to do commentary for a major run and they finally have a chance to meet in person.

Worthy | G | 1k tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, they both deserve nice things Summary: Stiles took a breath, then another, eyes locked on Derek’s. He shook his head, willing himself to calm down. “It--it’s been a while.”

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little boy lost | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: single parent Stiles, magic Stiles, deputy Derek, autumn Summary: If someone asked Stiles to write a parenting book, Stiles would say the best and most important rule is to love your kid. Just love the hell out of them, and make sure they know it.

The second most important rule would be don’t turn your back on a curious three year old with supernatural speed.

Stiles is currently failing at the second rule. Badly.

i went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees | T | 2-2.5 hours tags: fallen angels, guardian angels, rest stop Summary: Stiles is a crossroads demon operating out of a rest stop Subway, Derek is a guardian angel whose family has passed on. When Derek decides to stick around, the Jacob Campbell Southbound Rest Area gets interesting. Well, more interesting than it already was.

(aka the prompt generator drabble that grew legs and turned into an meditation on grief, guilt, responsibility, and the redemptive power of unconditional love.)

And When I Wake You're There I'm Saved | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: space, kidnapped Derek, kidnapped Stiles, no torture Summary: "Derek," Stiles says, firm. His hand is warm on Derek's shoulder. "I'll be okay."

"You didn't leave me," Derek argues. "How can you expect me to leave you?"

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Oh my god, it'll be fine. Even if I am captured, I'm just a boring human. They wanted you for your Lycan blood."

Derek crosses his arms. Mainly so he doesn't wrap his hands around Stiles' throat in an attempt to throttle some sense into him. "That's fine. But this isn't a time when being a boring human is an asset. This is a time when being a boring human results in a shot to the head."

"Derek," Stiles says again. He steps closer, so Derek is surrounded in his scent, his chemosignals—namely unwavering, resolute determination, distinctively sharp and entirely unbreakable—clouding Derek's mind. "You'll come back for me." He sounds so sure, and he can tell the exact moment Derek gives in. Because Derek somehow always gives in to Stiles.

"I'll come back for you," he confirms. "And you better not be dead."

Stiles grins, eyes sparkling with far too much humour for someone who potentially just sacrificed himself for a surly Lycan and bunch of strangers. "You do say the sweetest things."

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[podfic] Fractured Starlight | M | 9/34 chapters tags: hurt/comfort, amnesia fic, witch Stiles, blood and gore, alpha Derek Summary: Stiles is driving home when a werewolf pops out of his trunk like a demented jack-in-the-box, aggressive, confused, and with no memory of who he is or how he got in there. Stiles has no choice but to take him through the protected borders of Willow Pass so he can figure out what's going on and if this strange werewolf is a danger to his coven.

Go check out allll of misswhimsy's fics on their AO3 page! Don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #author spotlight #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #misswhimsy #spotlight saturday

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muffinsin · 3 months

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Seeing the monster fucking again make laugh thinking of :

Cassandra escaping, but she is utterly ruined plus Bonded so she comes back, the sea best being mad fuck her harder than ever.

Alcina divided between anger of some lowly beast impregnating/mating her daughter and joy because technically she is a grandma, I mean she adopted three swarm of cannibal flies what is a dozen a sea beast mutants?.

(Moreau will be thrilled)

Daniela and Bela not knowing if they are angry, jealous or concerned. Either the sea beast get more lovers or they get trapped by another beast, Daniela technically already have a werewolf lover. What Bela will have🤔? (minotaur, druid, shadow beast, centaur, lamia, orc, were shifter, varcolac, there is a world of options! )

Again alcina being utterly enraged and overjoyed by this. Why her daughters choose savage beasts as lovers! And why her grandchildren are so cute!

Alcina to lovers: I gonna tear you to pieces!

Alcina to the babies: here sweetheart go buy you something, Oh dear! You draw me? Let me hang out in my office. Oh! This a magnificent boar head I really appreciate it, take the rest to the kitchen draga will make stew tonight.

So, yeah it make laugh.

Tired of bottoms anon, TOBA.

Lmao imma have to split this in 2 posts XD

That part 5 of Cass’s series; Cassandra escaping and retuning for some rough fucking-> linked HERE once it’s up (rip hoping I won’t forget-)

And this answering all this XD

Masterlists

1) answered and linked above once it’s out ;) but tbh? Absolutely lmao!

2) Alcina first off being absolutely FLABBERGASTED her daughter reeks of all kinds of things lmao- seeds, the lake, water, tentacles, god knows what else. Immediately putting her in a bath and demanding to know what happened.

Full on scolding Cassandra for losing her necklace and being lost for words when she is told what happened.

Her precious middle child? Claimed by a vile monster? At the bottom of the filthy lake no less? RIP Alcina Dimitrescu

But a bunch of baby monsters? Oh, they’re so tiny, she loves them!

3) damn fish boy XD

4) Oh Bela is definitely more on the concerning/scolding side. Her sister not ONLY went in the forest alone, but also got captured for who knows how long, with them having no idea where she is, only to return claimed, bred and having hatched young monsters? Oh she is IN for it! Bela is never letting her hear the end of it

Dani? Both, honestly. She’ll playfully kick Cassandra for being gone without a note or anything. She could’ve been dead for all they know. All the while she really can’t stop thinking about tentacle sex after hearing her sister got claimed by a tentacle monster at the bottom of the lake. Will she venture there too? Quite possibly

As for Bela; I think it’s high time we find her a suitable monster all to herself to get a nice railing from lmao. Digging back up this meme for this:

5) Now, in their defence, Alcina only ever said “No man or woman is good enough for my precious daughters!”. She never said a thing about vile monsters and creatures ;)

6) Omg absolutely. Though she’ll have to swim to reach Cassandra’s “lover” XD think Alcina would absolutely love the little wolf babies Daniela could bring home though.

Lycans? Disgusting. Mutts. Lowlifes in her eyes

But her youngest’s little fur babies? Oh, what precious little things! Lmao

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #TOB anon

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gaysindistress · 9 months

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When Night Comes - eleven

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, major character death mentions

word count: 2.6k

ten | masterlist

tag list: @elizacusi-blog @mal-adaptive-dreams @thebuckybarnesvault @unaxv @hidden-treasures21 @buckybarnessimpp @cakesandtom

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

Alix slams the car door much to Juliette’s dismay and she makes a faint grunt of annoyance. Juliette follows after her into the building before them. It’s one of their hideouts gifted to them by Peggy when she’d made the original agreement. Peggy claimed that no one would be able to find them there and they would be safe to lay low.

“Please don’t slam my door, it’s new.”

Alix froze and only turned enough to see her subordinate out of the corner of her eye. No words came out alas Juliette is terrified and shrinks into herself as they continue their walk inside.

The stress of being in New York wears into Alix’s shoulders and she hunches more than before, hiding her true size. Compared to her siblings, she’s small but standing at just over 6 feet, she dwarfs most other Lycan women. She’d used it to her advantage when she came up through the ranks but she would’ve made it either way. After her parents died, the pack leadership fell to her oldest brother but when he backed out for a woman, she took over.The disgrace of his actions followed her around but that didn’t stop her from fighting tooth and nail for the title of pack leader even if it is her family’s birth right.

Alix all but dumps herself onto a cot and shudders at the mild relaxation it offers her. Juliette sits down next to her, placing a hand on her knee as she watches the tension drain out of her.

“You know…” she trails as she moves her hand further up Alix’s thigh.

“Get your fucking hand off of me.”

Juliette doesn’t answer or comply. Alix’s claws flash and she grips into her wrist, yanking it from her body. She drags the woman off of the cot and to the window that overlooks a 2 story drop.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me. I won’t hesitate to tear you apart limb by fucking limb, you slut.”

Tears well in Juliette’s eyes as she nods feverishly to prove that she understands. She lets out a cry of relief when Alix drops her and goes to lay back down on the cot.

“Did Peggy give you anything yet?”

“Uh…” she sniffles as she wipes at her face and digs into her jacket for her phone, “They’re going to Bucharest.”

“You already told me that.” “Oh I’m sorry. He only took the Rogers, Yelena, and Natasha with him so they’ll be low on security but she warned that he has people everywhere looking out for you. She advised that we wait before trying to go in.”

Alix lets a deep breath of frustration, “She can take her advice and shove it up her ass. Get John and Brock ready. We’ll leave in two days.”

“I really…”

“I don’t care what you think, just fucking do what I said. God I’m getting so sick of everyone’s back talk.”

Juliette swallows another hopeless cry and rapidly fires off messages to the pack, ensuring that they’ll be ready for the inevitably bloody fight that is going to happen.

“Ms. Sunny! Ms. Sunny!” Wyatt calls out to her as he bounds across the vast gardens of the Bucharest estate.

Before Sunny and Peggy lay hundreds of flowers of all varieties and colors along with enough trees to create a wall between them and the outside world. In his hand, Wyatt held a small bouquet of flowers he undoubtedly picked from the bushes. Peggy flushed (if that’s even possible) at the sight and quickly got up to take them from the boy before Bucky saw.

“Oh honey, we don’t pick these flowers remember? They’re very special to Uncle Buck and he wouldn’t be very happy to know that you picked them without asking,” she said louder than needed, in efforts to make sure Sunny heard.

When she comes to sit back down, her plan seems to have worked because Sunny does immediately ask why they’re special. She pretends to bite back her response and acts as if she hadn’t meant for her to hear before “giving in” and telling her. Peggy starts by coyly looking at her son who is playing with Yelena and then dives right into the story of Celeste. The gardens had been her pride and joy when the weather allowed. She would spend hours upon hours outside, making sure that every flower got the attention it deserved. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see his love taking joy in a life that only offered pain to their kind and even more with their business. Peggy spared no detail in her story, exposing every secret she could think of from how Sunny and Celeste looked identical down to their ardent dislike for Bucky at first to how she had been found dead by him. She doesn’t bother to look at the human as she lies out of everything she knows about Celeste and Bucky, mostly because she doesn’t want to see the shock of betrayal that is undoubtedly stretched across her face.

Peggy draws her tale to an end with a small smile and fake look of sadness to Sunny, “It was an awful time for him, you have to know. He had just about every memory of her destroyed or hidden. I almost forgot what she looked like until I saw you and it was like seeing her again. I can only imagine how much pain he must have been in seeing you and not being able to have his dear Celeste again.”

Sunny stares forward with a stunned look on her face, unable to even begin to process the story she’s just been told. Her mouth opens to say something but words are not her friend at the moment and nothing comes out. She tries again and only a few come out, “I’m just a replacement.”

Peggy places her hand on top of Sunny’s, “Oh no I wouldn’t say that. You may look like Celeste but you are your own person and I’m sure Bucky loves you for you.”

Sunny rips her hand away and shakes, “He loves me?”

“Well…” Peggy starts but is interrupted by Yelena who’s being chased after by Wyatt.

“Jesus, does this kid have an off switch?” she jokes as she sits on the edge of the bistro table the other two women are sat at. She looks at Sunny and her smile drops instantly at her appearance.

“Is everything okay?”

Sunny shakes her head as she snaps out of her trance, “I need to see Bucky, where is he?”

Yelena pushes off of the table, “I think he’s inside, do you want me to take you to him?” “No,” she says abruptly and marches off towards the house. Yelena takes her seat and looks to Peggy for an explanation but she’s no help and has given her whole attention to her son.

Sunny pushes open the french doors that lead into a living room of sorts but Bucky is nowhere to be found. Faint men’s laughter rings out and she follows it like a bloodhound on a trail all the way to the other side of the massive house. She’s met with a set of large oak doors but behind it are the voices of Steve and Bucky. Debating on knocking, she forgoes the formality and walks straight into the surprise of the two men.

“Draga,” Bucky sighed when he saw that it’s just her, “How are you?”

“Steve, get out. I need to talk to him, alone.”

Steve looks to Bucky for guidance and gets up regardless. Bucky gives him a nod of approval and stands as well to meet Sunny. With his hands out, he goes to cradle her arms but she takes a staggering step back just as Steve closes the door.

“Peggy told me about Celeste,” she whispers with pain etched deeply in her voice and across her face.

He takes a deep breath as he rubs a hand down his face, “What did she tell you?”

“Everything.”

“Everything,” he repeats while he leans against a window seal that overlooks the very garden where it all happened.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

He takes a moment before answering, “I didn’t want to scare you.”

She scoffs at his excuse, “But telling me that you’re strigoi was fine? This ”crossed the line though?”

“I can see where I messed up,” he barely offers, voice devoid of anything but just underneath the surface he yearns to hold her and make things better.

Her own voice isn’t up to par with his and it creaks as she tries to get out any words at all, “I trusted you. I don’t even know how I feel about you but I trusted you. I let Yelena go for you because I thought I could trust you.”

That catches him off guard and his jaw tenses as his emotions begin to take over.

“You did what?”

“Right before I called you, Yelena and I broke things off.”

His tongue pokes at the inside of his lip and he finally looks at her to see what he’s done to her unintentionally. Her eyes are watery and beginning to puff up from her efforts to hold back her tears. Her body is rigid from the stress of everything she’s been through. He can see the fatigue in her features and in her physical state. Since getting to Bucharest, she’s barely taken care of herself, granted it’s only been a matter of days but the neglect is clear as day. She needs him to be honest with her before the mental toll is too much and he risks losing whatever sliver of a chance he had.

“Come here,” he calls to her in the softest voice he can manage. He too had been taken over by the severity of their situation. His facial hair has grown out to create a dark shadow across his face and his hair is longer than it’s been in years. He’s foregone any sort of luxury attire and instead lives in t-shirts with jackets and jeans.

She hesitates for a moment but the calm call of his voice coaxes her closer and she disobeys her internal monologue to listen. With one arm outstretched, he beckons for her to tuck into his side and she doesn’t, staying just outside of his reach.

“Come here,” he whispers again, leaning to graze his fingers against her arm and to catch her. She takes one small step forward and it’s enough for him to grasp her arm, tugging her the rest of the way. Wrapping her own arms around him, she buries her face into his shoulder and her emotions consume her.

He lets her use him as a comfort object although he knows she doesn’t truly want him. She would take comfort from anyone or that’s what he tells himself. He whispers reassurance into her ear in Romanian and runs his hand up and down her back as her years come to an end.

Sunny pulls away enough to look at him. Her hands take a hold of his face and she leans her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she does so. Their breaths mingle together and he allows himself to find comfort in her touch as well. His hands match hers; taking a hold of her face and holding her close enough it’s beyond tempting for him.

“I’m not her,” she finally says.

“I know.”

“Say my name.”

The black veins of his true self begin to raise and take over his self control. He snaps his eyes shut and goes to drop his hands but she catches them in hers.

“Say my name, Bucky.”

“Sunny,” he says shallowly as if there is no air in his lungs.

“My name,” she emphasizes as she drops his hands to her neck and repositions hers on his face.

“Don’t do this to me doll,” he warns as he tries to pull away but she refuses to let him.

“Bucky, my name.”

The whine in her voice makes his lungs constrict and he feels her lip ghost over his.

Before she fully pressed down into his, she asks him again to say her name and he complies this time, “Y/N.”

Satisfied with his response, she takes his lips in hers and kisses him. He stiffens in the start but relaxes into her embrace and gives into the kiss, fully allowing himself to enjoy what he’s been dreaming of. Sunny leans into him and his hands catch her waist so they don’t fall from her going practically limp in his arms. Soft sighs and moans leave her mouth as they kiss. Bucky pulls her into him even more and uses her noise of shock to slip his tongue into her mouth. One of her hands leaves his face to catch herself on the window frame as they lean back into their kiss. She pulls away for a moment to get a better look at the man before her and smiles at the sight. The black veins around his eyes have begun to recede while his dark blue eyes remain hidden behind his long lashes and short puffs of air leave his swollen lips. Her fingers drift over the veins and his eyes flutter open at the feeling.

“Y/N,” he whispers against her fingers as she trails them down his face.

“Bucky,” she whispers back.

“Y/N.”

Her smile grows softer the more he says her name, not her nickname but her name.

“What did you mean by ‘don’t do this to me’?” she asks as she continues to trace over his features.

He chuckles while dropping his head so he doesn’t have to look at her when he answers her, “You already know.”

“No I don’t,” she says whilst drawing him up by his chin, “What did you mean?”

“Remember what I told you that night?” he sighs, letting the vulnerability consume him against his better judgment.

She nods, her finger trailing across his lips and poking at where his fangs disappeared into his gums.

“I’m weak when you’re around,” he tells her and kisses the tip of her finger.

“Because of Celeste?”

He shakes his head, “It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“What did you tell her?” Steve harshly demands as he finds Peggy out in the garden with their son. He stalks up to her and nearly shatters the glass of her table when he slams his fists down.

She doesn’t even flinch, instead offering him a sweet smile, “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, now tell me what you said to Sunny.”

Peggy shrugs her shoulders and waves to Yelena who is being chased around by Wyatt.

“You told her about Celeste didn’t you?”

She shrugs again, looking at him from under her lashes, “She was going to find out sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.”

Steve scoffs in disbelief, “That wasn’t for you to tell. Why would you do that?”

“Like I said,” she said, more defensive than before, “She was going to find out sooner or later so I sped up the process.”

“I hope you realize what this means for you.”

“And what exactly does this mean for you?” she hisses, spinning around to face her husband, “You’ll pick your friend over your wife? The mother of your child?”

Steve shakes his head before walking away, neither confirming nor denying her assumption.

The minute he’s not within sight she pulls out of her phone to text Alix one thing and one thing only; the Bucharest Estate address with specific instructions on how to find Sunny’s and Bucky’s room.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #mob au #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #when night comes bucky barnes #vampire!bucky x reader #vampire au #vampire!bucky

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racoonpookiedepartment · 7 months

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Wholesome Dimitrescu Hospitality (Sub Ethan)

Ethan Winters x Male Reader

Bottom Ethan x Top reader

This is my favorite thing to write, I hope you all do enjoy :D

Do take this as rough draft, I will make better very soon! Once series complete I will make very long writing and post it all!

Part 1 of 3!

You were the youngest of the Dimitrescu family, you had your two brother and then your father Lord Dimitrescu, the tallest of the group.

When you were younger you were of the shortest in the family, and now you were the second tallest, your brothers were jealous of your height but even if they were smaller they certainly knew more than you.

Your father never let you leave the castle, you’d have to sneak out and farthest you’ve ever gotten was the front gate.

You’ve never been outside of the village, let alone outside of Romania, you didn’t even know much about other people.

You knew lycans were a thing, and other vampires but that’s it. You barely even understand your anatomy.

You can turn into a swarm of flies at will, you’ve never understood the power, but you can use it.

Your father taught you one valuable lesson, you can’t trust anyone outside the village, but you weren’t sure if anyone was outside the village anyway.

You made a secret promise to yourself that if you ever were to come across someone not from the village, you’d show them kindness and now be scary like Lord Dimitrescu was.

And the next thing was that you had to make sure they never crossed paths with Uncle Heisenberg, the second scariest of the lord’s (and your best friend)

Your father and your brothers had to leave to castle to handle something they had left you to guard the castle

“If you find anyone breaking into the castle grounds, hang them in the living room and we’ll have them for dinner tonight” Lord Dimitrescu ordered

“Yes father, of course” you replied, your father gently padded your head

“Good boy Y/n. Alright, we shall return soon” he said, they left the castle and you wasted a few hours doing various things around the castle.

You had just left a hot bath when you felt a chill from your room, you covered yourself in a towel and sniffed the air

“Lycan? No.. Brother?.. no it can’t be” you said in your head, you disperse and enter your room, a blonde man in a beige jacket is panting on the ground, he gets up and closes your window.

You sneak up behind the man and reform, you put on your deepest voice and bare your fangs

“You dare trespass in Castle Dimitrescu!” You howl, the blonde man yelps and backs up into the corner, his gun raised towards you. You didn’t know what guns were, the only weapons the castle had were either your claws or primitive.

“Who are you? What do you want?” He asked in horror

“I’m.. im Y/n Dimitrescu!” You said with your bravest voice, the man still looked scared. You put down your blade and reached out to the man, you didn’t realize your claws were still out until the man looked away and fired his weapon.

Of course your skin was bullet proof and they only left scratches, but you’ve never felt that before

“Ah! Why.. what was that for?” You asked offended, the blonde man looked back

“You.. you were trying to kill me” he said, you tilted your head

“I.. I thought you were trying to kill me?” You said, the blonde man lowered his gun

“Oh.. I.. I’m sorry I scared you” he apologized

“It’s alright, are you lost pup?” You asked, it wasn’t uncommon for a lycan pup to get lost in the village and seek the castle for guidance, your father was good friends with Urias the king of lycans and they’d often go to either of the men for guidance.

“Pup? I’m.. im not a dog” the man said slightly offended, you tilted your head

“You aren’t a lycan?” You asked curiously

“No, I’m a human” he stated, your eyes lit up with curiosity.

“A human? Interesting, where are you from human? Do you come from the village?” You ask

“No, I’m from Los Angeles, I’m lost” he said, you back up from the man who was still in the corner

“What’s your name Human?” You ask

“Ethan, Ethan Winters” he replied

“Lovely name Mr. Winters” you compliment, Ethan blushes at the comment

“T- thank you” he says turning away so you don’t see the blush on his cheeks. You forgot you were still in just a towel

“Sorry for the lack of clothing, here have a seat I’ll be right with you” you state, Ethan takes a seat at your vanity and you turn to your wardrobe, your towel drops the the floor and Ethan accidentally gets a peek at your rather large but soft cock swinging between your legs, you finish getting dressed and turn back to Ethan, he was blushing and looked away as soon as you made eye contact

“Are you alright?” You ask

“Y- yeah of course, but I” he grunts before finishing his sentence

“Can you help?” He asks, he raises his mangled hand and shows you the damage

“Dear Miranda, a lycan did this?” You ask, he nods

“I’m not gonna.. turn into one of those right?” He asked

“Worry not human, we have antidotes” you reassured, you search around in the room for a minute before coming back to Ethan, you sprayed down his hand and wiped up the blood, you have him the anti virus shot and bandaged his hand up

“Feel better human?” You ask, his hand still in your ands

“Much better, thank you” he said, you gently squeezed his hand

“Good, you’re very dirty human, may I clean you?” You asked, Ethan looked at himself then back at you

“I wouldn’t mind a wash” Ethan said with a nervous laugh, you take his hand again and lead him to the washroom

“Come with me human, I’ll help you” you said, you led him into the washroom and sat down beside the tub and started the warm bath.

“Shall I help you remove your clothing?” You ask

“I-.. a little, my shoulder is.. messed up” he said,

“Very well” you state, you help Ethan take off his jacket, and his sweater, you had to tear off his undershirt as the white button up was now red. Ethan reach down to undo his belt but whined and leaned back up

“Are you alright human?” You ask

“Sorry, my back is.. damn” he he whined, you pulled him closer towards you

“Worry not human, I’ll take care of you” you said, you undid his belt and pulled down his stained jeans, you now gazed up at the man, his torso covered in a light blonde coat, he was a beautiful man.

“May I?” You ask as your fingers gently tugged the Tommy hilfigure band on his boxers

“S- sure” Ethan said, as you pulled off his boxers his face turned a little red, his half hard on just an inch away from your face.

You test the bath water with your fingers

“All ready human, please sit” you instructed, Ethan climbed into the tub and leaned back

“This is.. so nice” he said, the warm water was giving his sore muscles much needed relief.

You gently washed the blood and dirt off the man, gently wiping his face earning a giggle from the ticklish man. He leaned up so you could wash his back aswell, you noticed the amount of scars he had, you even notice the large scar on his hand. You were taught not to ask about people’s scars, it was deemed disrespectful and nosey to ask about someone’s pain.

“Have you eaten at all human?” You ask

“I haven’t eaten in.. a while actually” he replied

“I shall cook you a meal, what do humans eat?” You ask, you knew what vampires ate, and lycans, but not humans. Ethan thought for a minute

“We do love chicken, cooked.. preferably” he said with a nervous laugh

“Very funny human, we do understand the concept of cooking” you said with a laugh, you give Ethan a small pan and a bottle

“Here human, you may use this for your hair, I’ll set fresh clothes on the bed. Once you’re ready, follow the scent of the food.” You explained you walked up to the door before Ethan spoke again

“Hey can you.. can you stay? For a minute?” He asked

“Of course human, I don’t mind” you replied, Ethan smiled. He continued to wash his hair and finished washing off

“Thank you.. f- for staying” he said

“My pleasure human” you said. You handed Ethan a towel and went off to cook some chicken for him. Some time passed and eventually Ethan made his way to the kitchen. You handed him his food and sat patiently while he ate. You noticed how his fangs tore up the chicken and the way he swallowed, just like a lycan.

“That was.. that was amazing” he complimented

“I’m glad you enjoyed it human” you stated, you took his plate and left it off in the sink. You were about to talk again before your ear picked up the sound of the front gates opening.

“Human you must be silent” you sir quietly, you dispersed and carried the man back into your quarters.

“Stay here, don’t make too much noise alright?” You said, Ethan nodded and hid in your wardrobe. You quickly dispersed and got rid of all traces the man left behind and reformed when you heard

“Y/n, the foyer.” Your father hollered, you got there as quickly as possible

“Yes father?” You replied

“Come here, I must see something” he said, you got up close to him.

“Try these on, we figured you might like them” your father said, he handed you some new clothing

“Quickly now, I must leave soo- he stopped mid sentence. He sniffed the air and looked around. His eyes wandered the large hall and fell back on you

“You smell like outsider” he said, he drew his claws.

“Who did you let in?” He asked, your father was only this angry when he would fight someone, and it looked like it was you that would be sliced to ribbons.

“Just the Duke father, I visited him while you were away” you lied. His claws instantly retracted

“My apologies, I hope he is well. Very well, go on try your garments. Quickly now” he commanded

“Of course father” you replied, you quickly made it back to your quarters. You tried on the clothes he gifted you and he gave us feedback. Soon enough he was gone again. You went back to your quarters in your new outfit. You immediately checked the closet

“Human?” You called out, but there was no answer

“Who you talking to N/n?” Your brother A asked, you were startled

“Oh, didn’t mean to scare you” he said, he walked into your room from the washroom

“What are you in my room Cass?” You asked

“I smelled man blood” he replied, your eyes widened

“No you didn’t” you tried to brush it off

“Oh really, then what’s this?” He asked holding ethans bloody bandage in his hand

“This is fresh.” He stated

“I spilled a vial ok, I just cleaned it” you lied hoping your brother would accept it and leave

“I’m not sure I believe you little brother.” He said, he stood up from the bed and was about to interrogate you farther until you heard your oldest brother calling out to you

“N/n? Have you seen Cass?!” He asked

“I’m coming B!” Cass yelled back

“This isn’t over little brother, I’ll see you later” he said, he left your quarters and you locked the door behind him. You waited until you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore before you called out again

“Human? Human? Where are you?” You called out, you heard shuffling from the washroom, you ran to check what it was and it was Ethan. He had somehow squeezed behind a broken part of the wall, you practically floated to hug him tight

“Human! You’re alright, I was so worried” you said, he was wrapped tightly in your arms and you nuzzled deep into his neck, the smaller man wraps his arms around you aswell

“Sorry, I thought I heard you and I came out but.. I saw that guy and I just ran” he explained

“It’s alright human I’m just glad you’re..” you stopped your sentence, Ethan was sweating. And it got on your fingers

“Alright..” you finished, the temptation of trying human sweat overcame all of your senses, Ethan blushed and he saw your reaction to it.

“Are you.. are you ok Y/n?” He asked

“You smell.. so good” you said, your fangs popped out and your eyes were glowing. Ethan watched as you licked his sweat from your fingers

“You taste.. amazing.” You said, Ethan turned red at the comment

“T- thank you?” He said, you couldn’t resist your hunger anymore

“May I taste you more human?” You asked, Ethan noticed the more animalistic side you were taking on, and as much as he wanted to be scared, it excited him. You could hear his heart beating faster.

“Of course.. what did you want to ta- ah!” Ethan yelped at you swiftly bending down and practically licking his neck clean of sweat, you being that close to him made him sweat even more. You gently licked his lips, you’ve always wanted to do that.

“You taste.. amazing human..” you stated, ethan could’ve speak because he was so flustered. You noticed his blood was rushing somewhere else, you paused for a moment worrying about him.

“My.. apologizes human, I.. I lose myself sometimes” you apologized

“It’s ok... I.. I liked it” Ethan said quietly, you gently took Ethan to your bed.

“I do have to say human, you have.. very soft lips..” you complimented, ethans cheeks burned pink

“You too.. can I.. can I ask you something?” He asked

“Of course human, what would you like?” You asked

“Can I.. can I kiss you?” He asked, he instantly looked away and turned red after asking

“Kiss? You want to.. kiss me?” You asked, you’ve never been kissed before, it was something you often thought about.

“Yeah.. please? I’ll he gentle” he said

“Sure human, have at- your reply was cut off by ethans soft lips connecting with yours. And just as fast as it started, it was over

That was your first kiss. And it wasn’t the last. You covered ethans lips with more kisses, all over his cheek even his neck, you enjoyed all the groans and moans that came out of Ethans mouth during the barrage of kisses.

You kissed him so much you unconsciously pulled his shirt off and got on top of him, you realized and stopped

“I’m.. I’m sorry human, I didn’t mean to..‘I didn’t mean to do that” you apologized, ethan whined in disappointment

“Hey I.. I was enjoying that” he said with a sad whimper

“Oh, I’ll keep going” you said, you covered Ethan in more kisses, you gasped when you felt ethans hand touch between your legs. You weren’t exactly sure what your cock was for besides reproduction, and you’ve been a virgin your whole life.

“Human? What are you.. doing?” You asked

“I was.. giving you a hand job? This is.. foreplay right?” He asked, you titled your head

“Foreplay?” You questioned

“It’s.. what you do before.. sex..” he explained, you were still confused.

“Would you like me to teach you?” He asked

“Yes please.. please human?” You begged

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” he said, Ethan climbed on top of you and gave you another kiss.

Part 2 soon :D

#ethan winters x male reader #Ethan winters #male reader #hope you enjoy #proud of myself #bad

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thorns-and-rosewings · 2 months

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I think after some of the more recent episodes of TSAMS I am in need of updating some of the things in the Reaper King AU 💀. As I now have a few more ideas of what happens next. I guess this is the Part 8 of the AU then :)

I also now have a few VERY interesting ideas about some of the other characters in this AU and what is going on with them. Specifically Sun, Ruin and Eclipse.

Oh boy do I have some fun things here... But also some dark things.

TW: Same as before. Actually quite a bit of gore in this one... And some seriously disturbing imagery.

-Slight change to the lore of this AU, Ruin DID create Reaper Killcode... HOWEVER... this is not Ruin faking being cured, this is Ruin being cured and making a MASSIVELY BAD DECISION...

-He created Reaper KC to play the villain... So HE could defeat him and play the hero... He created Reaper with a weak spot. Essentially a hole in his chest that would have been how Ruin planned to defeat this new enemy.

-...his actions were driven by loneliness and his desire to to really become a part of the Celestial Family.

-Unfortunately the second Reaper Killcode took Stitchwraiths core and added it into the hole in his chest, it actually upgraded his body and made him into the insane threat he's become... As the core upgrades came as KC was literally it's 'Perfect Host'

-Moon discovered Ruins part in KCs revival and ran him out of the Pizzaplex in a fury.

-In spite of him having brought KC back, he was not responsible for Eclipse's revival... Or at least he's not aware of it if he is. He did kinda blackout on some alcohol and he apparently does weird things when he's drunk, soooo that's kinda up in the air at the moment.

...now to the present...

-Sun and Moon opt to go see what is up with a huge mountain range suddenly just appearing outside of the city. They stop by the ranger station and meet Harper... Who is surprised as hell at the sight of two more sentient robots. Still, she treats them politely. Tells them about the park... And the legends of how the forest is a hotbed for Cryptids. With the most feared being the 'Reaper King.'

-She also says yes, she is aware that something is weird and she's realizing she might not be in the same universe she was a few days ago...

-Honestly... Not the weirdest thing she's experienced with this job. And she wants them to be careful as this forest is notorious for its disappearances.

-She's dating and having 'Smoochy Time' with the alpha cryptid in this area. She's pretty familiar with weird... But Moon and Sun don't know that...

-Sun and Moon kinda brush the cryptid thing off and just opt to explore this place a little together. Neither are taking this very seriously as they walk deeper in.

-Things seem semi-normal... At least until they pass through one particular clearing and something catches Moons eye and he ventures off the trail to get a better look at this thing. It looks like a ghastly old tree... Only carved into it are frightening images, particularly of what looks like some strange demonic faces... Hanging from the trees are bones and the truck is slathered in blood.

-He and Sun are VERY unnerved...

-Even moreso when a herd of deer suddenly rush through the clearing... But one deer is being pursued closely by what looks like two wolves and there's something already on its back holding onto its neck... One of the creatures trips it up and the deer goes down. The animal making agonized screams as the creatures tear into it... Until finally it goes silent.

-The thing on the deers back stands it's about the height of a young boy, showing grey skin and semi-glowing eyes. And blood staining its mouth and dribbling down it's chin, while one of the pursuers stands... Showing it to look like a child version of the Wolfman, also just as bloody from the ordeal.

-They grin at each other then pet the actual wolf that was with them before looking back into the forest from where the deer heard had initially run from.

Vamp: Brothers! How was that?

Lycan: We brought it down! It's a good size! With seven points on its antlers!

-Moon and Sun are crouching down near the tree watching this scene in horror. As everything proceeds to get MUCH worse when from just beyond the treeline another figure approaches the boys and the wolf... A figure that both of the animatronics had hoped they would never see again...

...Bloodmoon...

-He approaches the group, a strange blue ball of fire floating near him as he walked, and the wolf immediately rushed up to him... Showing that it's head bore a sickening deformity, like it nearly had two heads but it never got far enough and was just a conjoined skull. But to the shock of the secret onlookers, Bloodmoon greets the animal with pets as it licks the maniacs face... That shock easily quadrupled as the Blood Twins looked to the dead deer and then brought both of his hands up and rubbed both of the boys heads.

Bloodmoon: Not a bad kill... You got this one without my help. Next time you will have to take it down without HunterKiller helping.

Vamp: Did we did ok?

Bloodmoon: You did great! It is dead after all! Very dead! (Bloodmoon puts an arm around each of the boys as they look down at the deer... And his disgusting tongue comes out and licks across his sharp teeth) And now my little brothers... We FEAST!

-Bloodmoon, the boys and the wolf immediately begin to tear into the deers carcass... The sounds... The wet sounds of the ripping and tearing of the deers flesh. The loud crunching as Bloodmoon bit into bones in order to get at the marrow... And then the boys eagerly requesting him to bite other bones, as they were unable to get marrow themselves due to their teeth and jaws not being as strong... And so much blood just splattering everywhere...

-Moon regains himself first, reaching down to get a grip on Suns shoulder... And pulling him up, but only just slightly. As not to alert the freaks just a short ways away from them.

-They need to leave... Now!

-Sun is just locked up in horror at what he just watched but he yielded to being pulled back by Moon... They both turned to creep back the way they came-

-Only to stare at the sight of a young girl made of blue flames, holding one of the deers antlers in her hand and a piece of twine. Clearly staring at the brothers in shock.

...But Sun sees something different...

...for a moment he can see the little girl as she was before she mutated into a Wisp...

-This sight triggered something in Sun, the part of his coding that sought to protect children... and before Moon could stop him, Sun grabbed the little girl up and just starts booking it as fast as possible. His intent only being to get this child away from danger...

-Wisp, understandably, starts screaming

-Its a blood chilling, eerie sound that seems to carry in all directions without losing any volume. Immediately getting Bloodmoon and the others to freeze. All of their faces thoroughly soaked in blood and gore. Bloodmoon looks around, only to spot Moon and Sun... With Sun holding his little sister and dragging her away.

Bloodmoon: WISP!!!! Let go of our baby sister!!!

-They abandon their meal and started to chase Sun and Moon. The boys, Lycan and Vamp starting to make calls, strange whooping calls into the woods as they are just... Tearing after Sun and Moon

-Wisp is struggling amidst Suns grip and crying, while Moon is just screaming at Sun to drop her. But then the little girl ignites! She badly burns Suns arms and hands. Escaping Suns grip and rushing back to Bloodmoon and the others... Actually she plowed into Bloody so hard he actually fell backwards... Buying some time for Moon to pull up Sun and start partially dragging him away.

-Sun regains himself enough to just be running alongside his brother... And he makes the fatal mistake...

Sun: I think we lost them!

-A MASSIVE Wendigo-esqe creature explodes from the nearby trees, running on all fours it lowers its head that is adorned with huge pronged antlers and rams into both Sun and Moon. Sending them cascading down a steep hill

-After hitting the ground, Moon groaned in pain but managed to get to his knees pretty quickly. Only to realize they were now outside one of the Ranger cabins near the entrance of this park... He got a brief flicker of hope for a moment, thinking they might be able to escape if they booked it from here.

-That tiny moment of hope was dashed when the Wendigo creature leapt off the hill and landed only a short ways away from them. It's skeletal head lowered and blazing eyes locked completely on the brothers...

-Out of nowhere, chains seemed to snake out from amidst the foliage and ensnared both of the Celestial animatronics. Pulling them backwards until they were slammed against a tree and further wrapped up in the chains.

-From off to the side an eerie floating spectre was revealed to be the source of the chains... A young girl, probably in her mid-teenage years became visible. Wearing a raggedy dress and a hooded shawl, the chains seemingly coming out from the shawl...

-And within a few seconds, the vampire and werewolf children... Along with Bloodmoon and the mutant wolf. The little girl made of blue fire, Wisp, was in the form of a tiny ball of flame and positioned on the top of Bloodmoons head...

Wendigo: So... What happened? It's not every day you guys let out calls for all of us to get involved in one of your hunts.

Bloodmoon: We'll tell you later, but for right now... (He turns his hateful gaze straight at the bound forms of Sun and Moon... Particularly Sun) We have an old score to settle...

(That's it for this part, I promise to get the next part up soon but this was already going on for too long at this point...)

#tsams #tsams au #the sun and moon show #fnaf #fnaf au #dca au #dca #sun and moon show #tsams bloodmoon #sams bloodtwins #sams bloodmoon #Reaper King AU #Finally decided to write some more for this au #tsams eclipse #fnaf sun and moon eclipse #tsams sun #tsams moon #sams sun #sams moon

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Hi, can I ask for the four lords with a partner that finds a stray dog in the village and tries to bring it home?

Named the dog Hewie for this. Totally didn't get that name from another Capcom horror game.

Salvatore Moreau, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Karl Heisenberg with a s/o that brings home a stray dog they found in the village.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore is so excited when he sees you coming back to the reservoir with Hewie. He loves dogs! He’s grinning so hard.

You want to keep him? Sal wants that too!

He used to have a beagle when he was a boy. She was his best friend, and he hasn’t truly had the companionship of a pet since she died. Lycans just aren’t the same.

Hewie follows Sal just about everywhere, both on land and water.

You know how most dogs love car rides? Hewie loves boat rides.

Sal gives him tons of kisses on the crown of his head.

He likes to sprawl out across both you and Sal’s laps. Especially when it’s movie night.

During those nights, Sal likes to explain what you’re both watching to him.

One day, Salvatore comes back from a Lord’s meeting and Hewie is waiting for him with a gift. It’s a rock. Sal tears up a little and puts it on a shelf.

It becomes a regular thing for Hewie to present gifts to both of you whenever you return home.

Yes, Sal does keep all of them.

(So do you).

Hewie often hides under Sal’s trenchcoat.

Donna Beneviento

You'd be hard pressed to think of a time Donna's seemed more terrified than she does as you bring Hewie to the manor. She looks like Mother Miranda just told her she's going to have to give an impromptu speech to the village and that, no, she can't use Angie.

"What's wrong?"

"Donna is afraid of dogs, you stupid idiot!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know!" You scoop Hewie into your arms and keep your distance.

You're saying that you can try and find someone else for him to live with, but it's clear you really want to keep him.

Donna... is willing to give Hewie a chance despite her fear.

You frown. "Are you sure? I don't want to—"

"Yes." Just let Donna get used to him first.

You head back into the village and get Hewie a leash, then Donna sits on the porch and watches you, Angie, and Hewie play for a while.

Once Donna works up the courage, she lets Hewie approach her while he's still attached to the lead.

"Make a fist," you tell her.

Visibly shaking, she holds out her closed hand and lets Hewie sniff it.

"See? He likes you. Do you want to try and pet him?"

After some hesitance, Donna nods and stiffly runs her hand down Hewie's back once. He just stares up at her with a soft face and eyes.

...Okay... That wasn’t too bad, Donna thinks.

Eventually, she overcomes her fear.

Angie finally has a playmate that can keep up with her energy level!

Donna makes little shirts and sweaters for Hewie.

He likes to come cuddle with her whenever she's reading.

Alcina Dimitrescu

You're insane if you think Alcina is going to allow that mangy animal into the castle. You can find someone else to give him to, or he can stay on the grounds but he can’t come inside.

No amount of pleading seems to change Alcina’s mind.

Fine. You’ll build him a little home outside.

About a week later, Alcina comes searching for you and finds you petting Hewie.

You pick him up and ask her if she wants to do the same.

“I would rather not.”

“Come on, Alci, look at him!”

Hewie stares up at her. There is no intelligence behind his eyes, in Alcina’s opinion.

With a sigh, she reaches down and strokes Hewie's head. He’s so tiny compared to her that she can only use a few fingers. His tail starts wagging furiously and his tongue hangs out.

That’s the end of that, you think.

Then, the next day, you enter Alcina’s office and not only see Hewie inside but also laying on her lap while she works.

Surprise! He’s an inside dog now. Alcina changed her mind.

She starts treating him like her fourth child. She has the family portrait redone so that he can be added.

He’s pampered beyond belief.

He has his own room and a whole ass mattress to himself. He usually ends up sleeping with you and Alcina or one of the girls, though.

Daniela can frequently be seen carrying Hewie around the castle, having full-on conversations with him.

Bela really enjoys absentmindedly giving him affection while she does other things.

Cassandra plays with him a lot. She also likes giving him bones. : )

“...Cass, what kind of animal is that from?”

“Remember that man-thing that tried to break in last week?”

Karl Heisenberg

If you want to keep that thing, it’s going to be your responsibility entirely. You’re cleaning up after it, feeding it, keeping it out of places it shouldn’t be, etc.

That's okay with you!

Unless Hewie ends up being some sort of bioweapon that can obliterate Miranda, Karl doesn’t think he’s going to get too attached.

That lasts for about half of Hewie’s first day at the factory.

Karl is working when Hewie comes over and stares up at him.

“What do you want?"

Hewie sets his head down on Karl's lap.

"I'm busy."

When you find them later, Hewie is laying on some sort of blanket nest Karl's thrown together and gnawing on a mystery bone. Karl is complaining to him about the other Lords while he works.

Karl and Hewie end up becoming the epitome of "a dog is a man's best friend".

The first time that Hewie gets to meet Alcina, he starts growling at her. Karl is delighted.

"Get your mutt under control."

"Hey, he's just picking up on what a massive bitch you are. That's not my fault!"

Karl starts showing you and Hewie whenever he finishes another project.

He makes a custom metal nameplate for Hewie's collar.

#x reader #gender neutral insert #resident evil x reader #donna beneviento x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #angie the doll #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village

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orchuris · 3 months

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can i pat lycan

lycan is the best boi-

I’m not quite sure I like the drawing style so it might change in future asks hehe. I’m still figuring this out-

(Transcript under the cut)

ASK: can I pat lycan

Lycan, smiling. ‘I don’t really know who you are, so maybe not (mom says not to accept affection from strangers)

He raises a hand in a ‘wait a second’ gesture. ‘Oh, but’

and digs around offscreen before producing two small ‘wiggles’ (small plantlike creatures similar in relation to monkeys).

‘Mom didn’t say anything about the wiggles! Juan and Milo need more pets ^^’

#jsab #jsab au #just shapes and beats #lycanthropy #ask answered #I will absolutely be making a big sheet with all of lycans pets lol

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writingkitten · 11 months

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Filthiest Molina characters? The ones who would just absolutely destroy u in bed

OH HELL YEAH MORE LISTS

Note: all of this is consensual and involves Risk Aware Consensual Kink (RACK), none of this is meant to be abusive or anything also ALWAYS PRACTICE AFTERCARE THESE SLUTS DO IT AND YOU SHOULD TOO

Ricardo: this is a huge “duh” but BRO. BRO. BRO HE GOES SO HARD BRO. Like fuuuuuuck okay he’s such a sweetheart but he’s gonna grab a fistful of your hair and make you choke on his cock, he LOVES spitting in your mouth because it’s like another way of claiming you, he makes you taste yourself after he makes you come on his fingers (and cock) fuck yeah Ricky is nasty in the best way possible

Robert: ok this guy is like super SUPER into dirty talk he won’t shut the fuck up when he’s fucking you, and he’ll make you say stuff, too, like “say it, babygirl, tell daddy how wet he makes your sweet little pussy” and if you don’t say it EXACTLY like that he edges you until you correct the mistake. When he’s in a bad mood, he can be a very mocking daddy (not being serious, though, and not taking it too far)

Doc Ock: Otto would’ve wrecked you in bed with sensuality, but Doc? Holy fuck he’s rabid. Like foaming at the mouth, no color in his eyes, choking you while he basically chews your neck, leaving dark bruises that will be there for days… and if he wants to go for round two, he’s going to shove his fingers inside your cum-filled pussy and make you clean them until you’re empty again so oops oh no he’s gotta fill you AGAIN

Hank: so this man has been popping up in my head while I’ve been writing the others because he’s just one of those guys who’s into making so much of a mess that you both HAVE to get a shower afterwards, probably does a lot of foreplay that’s like him watching tv while using you as a footstool or making you cockwarm him, loves to degrade you

Harding: the good doctor is obviously (at least a bit of) a sadist. Only for pleasure purposes, of course, never going past your limit, but oh boy he’s elegant with his destruction of you, playing more psychological games than usual if he really wants you to fall apart

Maxim: very similar to Harding, maybe less “sterile” (if that makes sense? like Harding has a sterile filth to him, while Maxim has more of a comfortable filth? I’m high idk if this makes sense) uses magic sex stuff on you, literally anything @chrism02 writes with him is canon

Chandler: BRO IS LITERALLY A LYCAN LIKE HE THE WEREWOLF BOYFRIEND YOU’VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF YOU’RE GONNA NEED TO CHANGE THE SHEETS

Manuel: I think it can get messy because he loves to use religion in his sessions and so that can involve ritualistic acts that then involve stuff like wine and wax and sweat and blood and cum, also has a wicked tongue when it comes to dirty talk because he’s all religious about it (hierophilia kink go brrrrrrrr)

Big Boss: oh friendo I know you’re reading this so I’ll go in special for Jed (his unofficial canon name). Jed is super handsy and grabby, and just wants you at any given moment. Friendo and I have an HC that he owns a ranch with a bunch of animals so like if you’re in the barn he’s gonna want to roll in the hay if ya know what I mean and you both will get covered in dirt, also filthy in his seduction (like, oh idk, eating a peach with juice running down his chin)

There are other molina boys that I think can be filthy, but these guys are the ones that are most commonly ✨gross✨

#molina-verse #ask #ricardo morales #big boss #doc ock #Robert Aldrich #Chandler manning #Hank Spallone #manuel aringarosa #maxim horvath #harding hooten #anon

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random-fandoms-fanfics · 1 year

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I Need a Hand

Winclair x lycan reader

This is going to have a bit of gore in it, nothing explicit but it’s very prominent, if you don’t like that then skip this one. (The title should hint at what happens.)

Slamming the attic door close you marched towards Wednesday, tearing her attention away from the amputated hand, “the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Oh have I done something wrong?” her question stopped you in your tracks, making you look her up and down, “all my brother wanted to do was meet my girlfriends and you treated him like shit,”

“Well maybe if he proved he had some merit-”

“That doesn’t matter Wednesday, you know what I’m dealing with at home and not only have you just ruined the only chance I had to make my family be ok with this relationship, you’ve made them hate you!”

“As if I care about the opinion of some pretentious aristocrats,”

“Why is the only person you care about yourself, do you even know about the bullshit I have to deal with now after your stunt!”

“I’m sorry you have a family that is so pathetic that they will take any excuse to belittle you, but I will not lower my standards so they can feel better about themselves,”

“Do you not fucking hear yourself, how are they the pretentious ones when you can’t even go out of your way to not threaten my brother with death,”

“If they can’t take something as simple as a threat then there’s no chance this will work,”

“What?” seeing the pain on your face, Wednesday felt a pang in her chest, her eyes stuck looking at the ground, “Wednesday what did you just say,”

“There’s no reason to expect a relationship will last until death, I’m not going to make an exception for the relationship I’m a part of,” taking deep breaths you turned away from Wednesday, the muscles in your hands painfully flexing as your claws forced themselves to extend, “you know what, fuck you asshole,” slamming the door open you found yourself face to face with stunned Enid, pushing past the speechless blonde you rushed down the attic steps, not looking back at the blonde, “(Y/N) where are you going?”

“Anywhere as long as it’s away from her!”

Finally looking up from your wondering you found yourself in the middle of the forest, looking around you were unable to see the light of the school, completely surrounded by trees and heavy fog, growling you moved to the closest tree, curling against the trunk as you continued to grumble about Wednesday. In your anger, you didn’t notice the crinkling of leaves approaching you, a wicked smile crossing the lips of the stalker as he saw you curled against the tree.

Hearing the cracking of bones you looked down at your arms in confusion, seeing no change in their length you looked up to see a flash of green rushing towards you, rolling out of the way of the green hand, you scrambled against the leaf-littered floor, dragging yourself away from the cryptid. Looking up at the beast who now had his hand stuck in the wooden flesh you felt your fear turn into rage as you instantly recognised the boy, while you have never seen him before, you have definitely heard of him and his killing spree that almost included your girlfriends. With your claws tearing through the ground, you bared your teeth at the green beast who roared at you in return, feeling your claws dig into the flesh of his arm he glared down at you, snapping his jaws at you as you leapt at him, slashing your claws at his bulbous eyes.

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With your tail tucked between your legs, you marched up the attic steps, your body stiff from the adrenaline withdrawals and the massive amount of blood loss, reaching the wooden door you wiped the mixture of tears and dirt from your face with your arm, peering through the frosted glass you hit the door with your arm, “Wednesday, I need your help,” you said straining your voice to not let the tears come through it. You waited for what felt like hours for a reply, only hearing the tapping of Wednesday typewriter, “Wens I can hear you typing, please talk to me,”

“I’m sorry but as I recall, I am a selfish asshole ,”

“Wednesday come on, I, I’m sorry, I just really need you right now,”

“Why would you require my help, I thought I was pretentious and didn’t care about others,” only hearing wet coughing coming from the door, Wednesday stood from her chair, giving Enid a more concerned look, “wait Darling are you hurt?”

“...Maybe,”

“Is it bad?” grimacing at Enid’s words you looked down at the arm you held in your hand thinking over your words, “for a non-lycan, yeah,”

“(Y/N) what did you do?”

“I may or may have not gotten into a fight, with Tyler, and I hurt my-,” before you could finish the door was flung open, Wednesday standing in the door frame with Enid right behind her, both of them staring at the spot where your arm should’ve been. The she-wolf, now drained of all colour, struggled to stay standing, unable to get a single word out of her mouth, “Wens maybe you should help Enid,” ignoring you Wednesday pulled your arm out of your hand, replacing it with her hand and pulling you further into the room, leading you towards her desk. Slightly pulling back against Wednesday you watched as Enid pressed herself against a drawer, “babe?”

“I’m ok, don’t worry about me, just focus on yourself,” being shoved down into a chair your attention was placed on Wednesday, the monochrome girl searching around her side of the room until she found a large crate under her cupboard, lifting it up on her bed she opened it, revealing Wednesday’s medical tools. You watched as Wednesday fiddled around with her create, producing a measuring spoon filled with a dark clear liquid, “this is going to be bitter but it will help with any pain,” nodding you let Wednesday spoon the liquid in your mouth, recoiling as the bitter liquid hit your tongue, Wednesday moved to your left side, gently pressing her fingers around the area where you’re arm was, waiting for you to stop reacting to her touch.

Slowly the pain in your left side subsided, being replaced by an overwhelming calmness, “may I remove your shirt?” groggily nodding you did your best to lift your arm up, allowing Wednesday to peel the fabric off you, feeling nothing as she revealed the massive hole that stretched from the bottom of your ribs to the top of your waist. Throwing your shirt to the side Wednesday knelt back next to you, intensely watching your organs and ribs move with your breathing, “hey come on, d-don’t, don’t you dare,”

“If you didn’t want me to look at them then you shouldn’t of had them on display,”

“Wendesd-oh I saw a stomach,” looking over to Enid you saw her gagging, laying on top of the dresser to hold herself up, “Wens babe I, I think you should get her out of here,” turning up to you Wednesday’s face softened, hints of concern in her eyes, “I’m ok, i-I just, needed somewhere safe to heal, plus I got Thing here,” said person? crawled up onto Wednesday’s bed, giving Wednesday a salute, “keep them safe or I will kill you,” leaving your side Wednesday moved over to Enid, shifting the werewolf’s weight onto her and pulling her out of the room, completely unphased by Enid’s protests.

Getting back into her room Wednesday found Thing alone, poking your amputated arm, enjoying the site of the limb twitching “Thing!” jumping to attention Thing immediately pointed to her cupboard that had its door ajar, scrambling out of site when Wednesday turned away from him “(Y/N)?” opening the door she found you on the floor, clutching one of her sweaters close to your chest, “(Y/N),” pulling your face out of the wool you turned your attention to Wednesday, “Wens?”

“Oh Darling, come here,” before you could understand what was happening you found yourself lifted off of the ground, being pulled back to the chair, finding yourself sitting you let your eyes wander around the room, seeing two hands on the bed, “oh hi Thing, oh hey that’s my arm, hehe I ripped that off so easily,” giggling you watched as Thing signed at you, asking what you meant, “Oh! Tyler tried pulling it off, but I got away, but then I realised he popped my arm out and it really hurt,” signing back about how you should’ve ran away you stared at the hand, slightly offended, “well yeah I could’ve run away, but I had to finish the fight, plus I even won because I made him run away,”

“Oh aren’t you strong my love, such a good (girl/boy),” humming you leaned towards Wednesday, unaware of her cleaning your wounds, “stay still love, I’m nearly done,”

“Wait what are you doing?” a small smile crossed Wednesday’s lips as she looked up at your confused face, "I’m cleaning your wounds remember,” as you gasped in realisation she finished pulling the debris from your wounds, quickly moving on to sanitize your wounds, “oh yeah that’s why I came here, aww thank you my love, you can really sweet at times”

Going back to your ‘arm’ she ensured the inside of your shoulder was clean before lightly wrapping a bandage around your wounds, “there we go Amor, all better,” standing straight Wednesday cupped your cheeks, turning your face towards her and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “you ready for bed?” nodding Wednesday pulled you off her seat, sitting you down on her bed.

Falling onto your back you stared at the ceiling, hugging Wednesday’s sweater against your chest as she removed the remainder of your clothing, as she moved you to lay on her pillow you looked up at the noirette, grabbed ahold of one of her hands, pulling her attention towards you, “hey Wens,”

“Mhmm,”

“I’m sorry I was cruel to you, I didn’t mean it, I just really like you and I really didn’t like what you said,” running her hand over your hair, Wednesday pushed you back against the pillow, “I enjoy being with you too, and remember, one argument won’t make me enjoy being alone again, the both of you have infected me with your, feelings, sadly it’s incurable,” leaving your side you quickly found your eyes getting heavy, almost falling asleep until a sudden coldness was pressed against your neck, being shocked awake you found Wednesday back over you, her shushing you and gliding her fingers down over your eyes before you could say a word, “it’s time to sleep, just relax,”

“...M'kay,” resting back into the bed you soaked in the coldness of the rag Wednesday used to clean up the blood and dirt splattered on you, receiving a wave of frisson as goosebumps covered your skin, easily sinking deeper into the embrace of sleep.

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Opening your eyes you found Wednesday in front of you, still fast asleep as she clung to your fully intact arm, pressing a kiss to her hair you felt a yawn coming over you, lazily rolling back onto your side where you stretched your new nub, feeling the newly formed muscles stretch you turned to your arm, surprised by your arm growing back “huh didn’t expect that,”

“Are you telling me you ripped your arm off without knowing if it would grow back!?” jumping at Wednesday's sudden awakeness you turned back to her, seeing her fully awake and her eyebrows furrowed, “...well I knew we can heal really good, just not this good,”

“So yes,”

“...Yeah I didn’t know,”

#Wednesday #WEDNSDAY ADDAMS #wednesday x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday x y/n #enid #enid x reader #wednesday x enid #winclair #winclair x reader

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the-broken-truth · 2 years

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Can I have yandere batfam and yandere Superman family with baby Naga reader please

Broken Truth: Why a Naga?

Mask: Some people are interested in Nagas, kinda like you are interested in Werewolves and Lycans.

Broken Truth: Alright. Let the worlds weave together.

How [Reader] Was Found

There was an underground trade of Supernatural Creatures that Martian Manhunter managed to pick up on and informed the rest of the Justice League. After locating the next location of the Underground Trade, the league burst through the doors and began to arrest everyone that was involved before going around the cages to see the creatures that were trapped there: Diana found a family of Werewolves while Green Lantern was holding back some Vampires that had been denied blood for dinner that night. Bruce and Clark were making lists of everything when Clark's superhearing caught the sound of crying coming from a cage where the body of a dead Naga female lay curled up around…

"Oh Hera, there's an infant Naga in here," Diana said as she walked over to the cage with her hand over her mouth.

With his strength, Clark ripped the cage door off as Diana walked into the cage and gathered the infant naga in her arms, who clung to her with her human hands and sobbed into her neck while the rest of the league watched them.

The Bat-Family Gets The Naga

I. Bruce held his arms out and asked for the baby from Diana, who looked at him in confusion before she handed her to the dark knight. The Infant Naga looked upon his masked face and sniffled before he pulled the mask off his face, locking eyes with the supernatural creature; and for some unknown reason, the baby began to calm down and place her human head on the armored chest of the dark knight before she closed her eyes and began to sleep, her long serpent tail wrapping around Bruce's arm to take in his warmth.

II. "I'll take care of her," Bruce said in his matter-of-fact voice as he turned on his heel and began walking to the Bat-Jet outside of the warehouse they were all standing in. He removed his cape and wrapped it around the naga's body before placing her sleeping form in the passenger seat of the jet, her tail still wrapped around his arm as he took off. The Dark Knight called Alfred and the boys on the bat-jet computer and asked them to get the cave ready for a guest and the incubator.

III. Upon arriving in the Bat-Cave, Bruce placed the sleeping Naga in the incubator and informed the rest of the Bat-Family that the sleeping Naga was going to be a member of the family once she woke up but the issue was that she was a supernatural creature and she needed tender care so they were required to learn as much as they could about Nagas to ensure that [Reader] grew up strong and healthy. Each one of the Bat-Boys ran off to the vast library to find out what they can find out what they could about Nagas and their diets; especially at a young age like this.

IV. As [Reader] grew, Bruce was concerned about her wanting to join the Bat-Family's Actions and when she asked, Bruce only agreed because she pointed out that Damian was young when he was introduced into the family business so Bruce was inclined to agree but only if she agreed to stick to stealth missions in the meantime; [Reader] agreed.

V. For the longest time, [Reader] was used as the Information Gatherer for the Bat-Family; able to sneak into places and get intel for the family about any kind of scandal going on in the criminal world but she never learned how to fight because Bruce was against placing his daughter - yes, HIS DAUGHTER - in the line of fire.

The Super-Family Gets The Naga

I. Clark looked at the shivering crying creature and something within him clicked - he reached out and without words gathered the creature in his arms from Diana, who looked at him with confusion in her eyes. The Naga looked up into his blue eyes with her own eyes and began to calm down as Clark rubbed her back and shushed her until she rested her head on his chest before she started walking asleep. He removed his cape, wrapped it around the naga's body, and held her as if she were his newborn baby.

II. "I'll take care of her. Lois and I will be the parents that she needs." Superman said as he began to fly away from the scene before heading to Metropolis with focused blue eyes until he reached home and landed before the door. He opened it and Lois was there, standing before him with a confused look. He explained what happened at the warehouse, who the Naga was, and why he intended to keep her. Lois looked at the sleeping creature in her husband's arms and smiled before nodding. She agreed with his decision and offered to name her - giving her the name [Reader].

III. As [Reader] grew, The Super-Family noticed that she was developing a desire for justice but Clark was completely against it, wanting his daughter safe and there was nothing she could do to change his mind because she didn't have the powers of a Kryptonian or even a meta-human. [Reader] was upset but didn't go against her dad; Clark was upset that his daughter was upset with him but he knew that he was doing it for the right thing.

#yandere batfamily #yandere superfamily #naga reader

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lewis-winters · 2 months

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please please PLEASE tell us what you think the easy boys' dnd classes would be! i agree with dick being a paladin and nix being a rogue 100% but i'd love to know what your take would be for everyone else!

Caveat: I'm not as well-versed at DND classes just yet (mostly because I haven't actually encountered a lot of them, and I've only ever played in 5E) so these are probably not the most creative of builds but I did my best! Also! These are classes, not DND races! Just assume everyone's a variant human... and also that everyone has the Soldier's background... Also don't come for me about which edition rules or game source I'm going by, we're playing it fast and loose, everyone.

I did say Dick was an Oath of Redemption Paladin-- mostly as a joke, because of the whole healing-Blythe's-combat-blindness thing. But now that I think about it, it doesn't really fit him very well. Something about Dick could drive him to be very vindictive, I think. He's definitely very petty. Story-wise, since he's so young in-show you can explain this away as a young Paladin picking a path and learning the ways and the discipline that comes with it... But he can also very well be Oath of Devotion Paladin, since Dick is very big on honor and duty. I also see him being Oath of Glory, mostly because something about Dick always strives to be the best, and that man has a lot of self-discipline.

You know who else is a Paladin? Ronald Speirs.

Listen. I know people would automatically think: oh, Ronald is a Rogue. And while that's what I think Ron would like to think of himself as (and maybe he multiclasses-- though I have no idea how that'd work), this bitch is a fucking Paladin through and through. Oath of Vengeance? maybe, but not quite. Oath of Conquest? oh, yes, that fits very well. Listen, a Paladin does not garner divine power from their Faith in their god-- that's a cleric. No, no, a Paladin garners divine power from their devotion. Try and look me in the eye and tell me Ronald Fucking Speirs wouldn't have the ability to divine smite someone simply because he has strong opinions about something. You can't. Did ya'll just forget *points at the interrogation scene in episode 10.* GIRL. He can multiclass, of course, but I feel like he's like. Locked the fuck in, ya know?

Or if you really wanna lean into the strange-and-off-putting vibe, we could borrow from Critical Role and he could definitely be a Blood Hunter. Ronald would be the kind to become a Blood Hunter. Order of the Lycan, because he's from DOG company, and I like to think I'm funny, but also that'd play excellently with both the almost animal-like way he moves and thinks + his care for easy as a whole (pack).

Ron could also be a monk. But I like him better when he has a weapon in his hands.

Lewis is a rogue though, and mostly because he's an Intelligence Officer, but also knowing his family background, it fits. I do love the idea of him being an Arcane Trickster, mostly because in my mind he could definitely multiclass as a Shadow Sorcerer (because let's be real, New Jersey would be the type of place to house a Shadow Sorcerer bloodline) because of his Nixon name + Charisma, which he has in spades. But only until like... level 3 or 4 because Lew would be the type to forgo magic-- since it's not something he can precisely control + it's his bloodline, so it's not like he worked for it-- to opt for something he can control and work toward perfecting. But another subclass he could fall under is Inquisitor Rogue. That's literally his job description.

Or Lew could be a College of Whispers Bard! That'd be fun, too, especially since Nix doesn't do much combat, but he would have a ton of Bardic Inspiration.

Wouldn't it be so funny if tiny Harry Welsh was a Path of Wild Magic Barbarian? I think it would be funny. Idk if it would fit, mostly because I think he's a Fighter, but it would be so funny.

David Webster, this bitch would be a College of Lore Bard for sure. But I did think for a bit that he might've been a School of Evocation or Order of Scribes Wizard (who multiclassed Bard), just for the high intelligence, low wisdom joke. It would be so funny if he was School of Evocation though-- can he cast spells? Yes? Gracefully and subtly and with finesse? Oh, gods no. He's a mess.

Web and George Luz are probably the only Bards in the whole company. George could be either College of Eloquence or College of Swords........ but if you want to up the angst potential, how about College of Spirits Bard? Oh, he watched his friends die in front of him? Let's make his survivor's guilt WORSE by making him have the ability to talk to ghosts!!

Shifty Powers, obvious. Ranger, of course, and in numerous subclasses, too. Though I did toy with the idea of him multiclassing as Arcane Archer, but then I figured that's more for Earl McClung, ya know (because, historically, he was a better shot than Shifty-- even Shifty says this)? The class in itself is fairly weak though, so I imagine Earl'd multiclass Arcane Archer (Fighter subclass) with a Ranger, though what kind of subclass is still up in the air for me, too. Truthfully, much like Shifty, he could be any, so take your pick. I'm partial to Horizon Stalker; but Hunter/Monster Hunter would be good, too. Also? Just imagine casting Arcane Shot on a gun instead of a bow-&-arrow. Magnificent.

Shifty and McClung could also be Circle of Land Druids, but then they wouldn't be as proficient in combat, so we'll stick with Ranger.

Eugene Roe could be a Life Domain Cleric, of course. But I feel like that's a bit too obvious. Grave Domain Cleric, maybe? Way of Mercy Monk sounds more appropriate for his character, since he's easily the kind of character to strive for inner spiritual balance, the way monks do-- let's just pretend he focuses more on healing than he does combat. Though both these classes do have the abilities to go on the offensive.

Ralph Spina strikes me as a non-magic user healer, though, so I think he'd be a Thief Rogue with a focus on the medicine skills + an extensive Healer's Kit, since thief rogues have like... more object interaction (I think?) per turn than anyone else. Though that would also fit Eugene, too, if you want non-magic user!Eugene, since he's often described as having a sixth-sense for when people need him, then appearing outta nowhere + the whole scissors thing. And the looting for supplies.

Carwood Lipton could go like... 3 ways. Fighter, Cleric, or Monk. I'm partial to him being a Light Domain Cleric, though, since that's the first thing that popped into my head. He could multiclass as Bard too, for the Bardic Inspiration, but idk, there are other subclasses that have the Suggestion spell in their back pocket, and he would use that extensively in Bastogne to keep morale up.

Malarkey is a Wild Magic Sorcerer. Mostly for the angst potential. Can you imagine him losing control of his magic when Skip and Penkala die? I know I shouldn't torture this man, but alas, it's just too good.

I also think Joe Liebgott would be a Divine Soul Sorcerer, though. That literally popped into my head first thing the second I saw this ask. He'd have some Healing Word by Level 2, and I think that works best for scenes like the one where Tab gets stabbed and also the one where he's comforting Tipper.

I can't shake the image of Artillerist Artificer Pat Christenson, Skip Muck, and Alex Penkala out of my head. They're on machine guns and the mortar rounds, respectively, so it fits for me.

......... an evil part of me wants Buck to be some sort of Warlock, he just hides it very well? But, again, that's mostly for angst potential. Realistically, he'd be a Fighter and/or a Barbarian. But a Warlock in the Military, though, wouldn't that be something? Of course the military would never allow it, because the Patron would take precedence above all else, but who says he can't hide that by claiming to multiclass as a Wizard? Idk how that would help in any way the plot, but the vibes are immaculate.

Everybody else, though, to me are either Artificers, Fighters, Barbarians, Clerics, or Monks, of course with multiclassing in between!

......... uh. yeah! that's it!

#ask #band of brothers #bob hcs #bob aus #thanks for this anon this was fun #and if anyone wants to fight me about it... don't do it. i cry easily

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lukam8 · 11 months

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....Batman??

(This is basically how you met Enid. I did change one thing and it's that here, Enid's hair isn't dyed yet and the dorms now have bathrooms and kitchens.

kind of proofread

reader x Enid Sinclair (platonic or not, you decide :D)

Y/n L/I - your name last initial

Y/e/c -your eye color

There you were, standing on the roof of the first tower near the entrance. You watched as a minivan entered the gates of Nevermore, a blonde teen who looked to be around your age peeked out the window. She spotted your dark presence, her bored expression now changed to a curious one as you moved with the car she was in. The female Lycan was suddenly hit in the back of the head with a football, prompting her to turn around and headlock 2 of the boys in the car. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself at the sight; you dissipate into thin air and reappear in Weem's office.

"Some guests are here, I think it's the girl you spoke of. The family seems to be a rambunctious bunch, especially the brothers"

"Thank you, please make sure those boys don't enter the quad and distract the other students. And please be careful, only use your tail if necessary"

"Yes ma'am"

You turn around ready to get close to the gate when Weem's voice catches your attention again.

"She seems to remind me of you in many ways; I have no doubts that you two will become close friends within weeks"

"Time can only tell Tia"

"your shoelace darling"

You spoke in a soft tone towards Weems.

"Oh, thank you. Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world my little robin hood"

Weems pats your helmet as best as she can before walking back to her desk and sitting down. You quickly wave crouch down and dissipate, appearing in front of the werewolf family. The eldest brother growled at you, trying to assert dominance. You fell backward onto your rear end as he walked towards you.

"Stop bothering him, you jerk!"

The blonde’s back was turned to you as she pushed her brother away from you. You slowly stood behind her, towering over her family and the girl. The eldest, seeing this, effectively puts his tail between his legs and begins to whimper. The rest of the pack quickly hides behind an old couple, who you assume are their parents.

"Please forgive me, are you the Sinclair family?"

(Enid's mother) "Yes that's us, um- we were looking for Weems. Is she here?"

"Right this way please"

You chose to take the secluded path towards Weem’s office since students were out for lunch and moving their things into their new dorms. Knowing the pack behind you, they would most likely pick fights. When you arrived 5 feet from her door, you stayed behind watching as they walked past you. The pack of boys nearly broke off from the group while eyeing a pack of female wolves. Your stern cough and a mean glare put them in place, sending them running back to their parents. You decided to watch around the school while waiting for the meeting to end.

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"And here is the quad, I'll tell you about the groups in this school later but this is the main hang out"

You saw Yoko giving Enid the usual tour there is with the uniform grabbing and such.

"This place is huge, how do you find your way around here?"

"Don't worry you'll get used to it, you can always ask our neighborhood lord of darkness"

"Wait, I'm sorry; what and who is the Lord of darkness?"

Yoko giggles at Enid's confusion. The vampire looks up and points at you with a smile. Enid follows Yoko's eyes and spots you. She's caught off guard when you look their way and energetically wave at the two girls. The duo nearly have a heart attack as you trip and nearly slide down off the roof, followed by you regaining your balance and clutching your heart. This scene causes the vampire to almost die from laughing with a worried enid not knowing who to panic about. They see you look towards the gates before you wrap yourself in your cape and disappear. The young blonde sighs before smiling at the thought of meeting you.

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You saw her family unloading her things onto the floor and making sure she had everything ready.

(Enid's mom) "What if this doesn't work? What if she never wolfs out? WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T BECOME NORMAL?!"

(Enid's dad) "ENOUGH! You're gonna make a scene. She'll be fine, this is nevermore. We have nothing to worry about ok"

The mother calms down, hugging her husband as the she-wolf arrives. You reappear in front of the family; you see the car slightly shaking due to the pack of boys going crazy and fighting in the back.

(Enid's mom) "I'm so sorry honey but we need to get going; we unpacked everything for you and double-checked."

"Oh ok, are you guys gonna-"

(Enid's dad) "HONEY ITS 4:30 pm, WE NEED TO MAKE THE FLIGHT"

The mother looks at her phone and tells her daughter they must go. They say their goodbyes and leave the girl with her luggage and belongings outside the school. The girl sighs as you count 5 boxes and 2 carry-on bags, this is all too much for her to do on her own.

"Do they always do that Miss Sinclair?"

"Oh yeah, but you get used to it; they’re just preparing me for the world so I don't have to rely on them,y'know?"

"Forgive my manners and words, but if anything, it seems like they were dropping you off at daycare rather than a school for outcasts. But considering your family size, that might be normal.”

You unclip your cape from your shoulder blades, folding it neatly into your pocket. You pick up a large gym bag and put the strap over your head and onto your shoulder, tightening the bag's grip on you.

"Hey, no no no I got it I swear-"

She's cut off by you raising your scorpion tail, she takes this as a sign to stop talking.

"Nonsense, my duty is to serve and protect. Thus I will assist you with your belongings"

You hand her the second carry-on bag and she wears it just like you. You coil your tail behind forming somewhat of a little bench with your stinger acting as a stopper.

"Do you mind putting 2 boxes on my tail?"

"Oh no don't worry I got you"

Happy to be useful, the werewolf picks up 2 boxes that are somewhat, one feels somewhat heavy and the other feels like a million tons.

"Thank you, take this one"

You hand her a light box labeled IMPORTANT in pink cursive letters. She quickly takes it and quietly thanks you. You pick up the remaining 2 bigger boxes, which seem to be the heaviest.

"Where are you heading to Miss Sinclair"

"My name is Enid and you can drop the act dude. And don't worry, I won't tell. But anyways, this gal is heading to the last room down in Ophelia Hall"

You look around, making sure no students were roaming the halls. you relax a bit knowing you could keep the act saved for rebellious teens.

"Not gonna lie, I thought I was gonna have to talk like that for the rest of the day"

You chuckle as you walk down the halls toward the stairs leading to Enid's room. It's quiet before you speak again.

"Y/n"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Y/n, that's my name. You should know it considering we're gonna be friends now"

The small smile on her face nearly forms into an idiotic grin. She can't help but shake slightly at the thought of already making a friend on her first day in the new school.

"Oh yeah and if you ever want, you can hang with me, Ajax, Yoko, or Divina. We're always being stupid, so we could use more smart folks"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world"

You both arrive at your destination, being met with a single door and a dead-end hallway.

"here is it, your new home"

Enid reaches for her keys and unlocks the door, opening it with a kicking motion. She walks into the empty dorm seeing a bathroom, kitchen, and two beds.

"THIS IS BIGGER THAN HALF MY ROOM AT HOME AND THAT SHIT IS BIG"

The young werewolf yells this as she drops the box and bag she was carrying, running and jumping onto her bed. You can't help but giggle as you set her things down and uncoil your tail. You take 5 minutes to stretch and text on your phone as Enid runs around and takes in her new gigantic room; She stands still for a few seconds smiling and nodding her head while pointing quietly to the walls. First day here and she was already planning where everything was gonna go. She turned around and began unpacking each box. You put your phone away as you notice her holding two small hair dye boxes. She was contemplating something in her head indicated by her eyebrows furrowing. Seems like you both shared a common problem; Indecisiveness.

"Something wrong broski?"

"Oh, no nothing is wrong, I barely got here and I'm already homesick. New school and dorm y'know? I'm gonna miss the chaos."

She takes out a framed picture from her box. Her parent's gray hair is the only way they stand out of the photo while Enid's brothers squish them; Enid was in the middle with her parents. Everyone’s hair was blonde except 2 brown-haired boys. The brothers looked very similar to her, almost identical. If she had more masculine features, you doubt she would stand out. You try making a joke to push away the awkward atmosphere.

"Wow, you have a ton of brothers. How can people tell them apart? I'd have to write their names on their foreheads."

"Fun fact, my parents had to do that once after they pulled a prank on this kid bullying me. They made themselves look identical and fought him. Everyone jokes around saying I have a lot of shoes to fill"

"That doesn't get annoying?"

"No it does but what can I do about it? I even wanted to change my hair before coming here so I could make go,” Who’s that girl that's standing out from the crowd”. But I was scared my parents would get mad at me. Mostly my mom since she never lets my dad have a say. If she said no dyed hair then no dyed hair."

"Are they against dyed hair? I'm not seeing the problem here"

"Can I tell you a secret? Like a really big one? I need to tell someone just so they can understand why I freak out" You nod, telling her to keep going. "So this school is kinda like a punishment to me. My parents sent me here because they thought I would wolf out here when the time was right, But even the best Lycanologist have told me there's a chance I may never wolf out. My parents are already worried that it's never gonna happen, so I don't wanna make them more angry or stressed than they already are. It's worse when they say shit like,' Those things won't get you a mate' or 'Why can't you be more like your siblings or cousins'.

You see tears start to form in her eyes as her hands slowly start to shake. You didn't know what to do. How do you cheer a girl up with this amount of pressure on her? You just met and you already feel bad for her. You could change her uniform to fit her liking. Nevermore didn't have huge dress code rules against changing or altering your uniform or hair; You had dyed hair with the help of Yoko. Just wear your uniform, no distracting clothes, and fix your hair. WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT YOUR HAIR?! oh, idea. You slowly crouch down to her level and rub circles on her back.

"Hey listen, let's make a deal. You can....decorate your room for about 3 hours and I'll be back with a surprise ok?"

Enid was sniffling at this point when she looked at you, trying to hide her tears. She quickly wiped her eyes and nodded quickly.

"Mhm S-sure you got a deal, but knock first ok"

You giggle, patting the werewolf's back as you rise to stand up again.

"Ight brb broski"

You walk out of Enid's room, heading towards your room while taking your phone out.

(Y/n) Batman: hey I need help with something

(Yoko) Count_slayula: what's up bitch? Is it the new wolf girl? She’s pretty cool ngl

(Ajax) Snake_from_lego_ninjago: ayooo? new wolf girl? Is she cute? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(Divina) Mable: Ajax stfu, what's up @y/n L/I

(Kent) dipper: ayo new girl ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) @AjaxP

(Y/n) Batman: we're having a party in Enid's room, the very last dorm in Ophelia Hall. Yoko bring gloves, we're gonna dye her hair. Ajax bring snacks and drinks. Kent And Divina, bring your Wii. We finna play just dance.

(Ajax) Snake_from_lego_ninjago: bettt

(Yoko) Count_slayula: bet

(Divina) Mable: bettt

(Kent) Dipper: Betttt

You put your phone away as you teleport to your room and change into your gray shorts and navy blue baseball t-shirt, leaving your helmet on. You take an extra garbage bag just in case you guys make a mess; you also take the necessary hair-dying supplies. You then realize getting everything in order made you 20 minutes late. You quickly grab your things and teleport in front of Enid's door, bumping into Ajax in the process. You both laugh as he grabs your things and he gets on your back. You end up giving him a piggyback ride as the others arrive.

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@dollhidden asked for a 'Plot's Please!' for their characters, BUT TUMBLR ATE THE MESSAGE AFTER I TRIED TO SAVE THE DRAFT! Very Sadge!

send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with 3 (or more) interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses! | ACCEPTING

HEY LADYBUG!! Happy New Year! How've you been doing? I hope it's been well! I won't lie to you; I went a little hard with these ones, and the major reason I made Doe multi-verse and more inspired by Dead By Daylight was because of you and your muses, or more specifically, wanting to roleplay with you in your verses!! ASDASDSADH

POTENTIAL INTERACTION COMBINATIONS / INTERESTING DYNAMIC IDEAS

Okay, so, straight off the bat, given how long we've been mutual and all the convos we've had, I don't think I really need to spend the time selling you on my muses and explaining their entire deals and instead focus on the many potentially interesting combinations with a couple bits of explanations for them while completely VIBRATING with excitement! ASDHASDHASD

So first, Fíadh, now I THINK I've told you about Fíadh before, but just in case, this is a bun memory moment, let me rewind. In the broadest sense, she is an Inscryption based oc that takes notes from the entity known as Leshy for her background. She's a mix of folklore, classically dark fairy tales, gods that hold humans to the exact bestial nature as all other animals, sacrifice, bloodshed and the brutal beauty of nature. Now, she isn't CONSTRAINED to Inscryption; it's just an important context for understanding both the sort of woman and character that she is! She is my not-so-feral, malevolent, formerly human mountain-dwelling monster that will eat people alive! She's fun and sassy, like a goat, but also an apex predator who knows that about herself.

NOW THIS IN MIND: Fíadh would be FASCINATING to watch and interact with any of the RE: Village muses. Now, this is partially because being confronted with the fact that she's not the most dangerous beast in the woods would be a startling revelation. But also, more like her but not like her, ones that left their humanity behind, who gave it up for 'family' and duty in exchange for this feeling of belonging and love.

Especially Lady D or any of the daughters, because, like, Fíadh isn't feral feral but she is so unacquainted with 'proper' 1910s+ manners that I think it would be funny for the girls to have a 'WHY IS SHE ALLOWED TO DO IT?' and Lady D having a minor coronary because HER HOUSE, her nice, clean house is getting HOOF PRINTS PUT EVERYWHERE AND SNOW!! NO YOU GIRLS CAN'T KEEP HER!!

NOW SALLY, SALLY, MY BELOVED, my mean ghost lady who will adopt 90% of your muses. You know Sally, I don't need to explain Sally but like, hear me out:

Sally adopts Rosie inside the fog or in Sally's post-fog AU. Now, in the fog, the AU is pretty obvious, the Entity is feeding on the tragedy that's befallen everyone's favorite mold baby and the lycan monsters that have hunted her father in his endless quest to rescue her.

BUT POST-FOG AU?? Rosie is in recovery from the events of the DLC that have had an obviously traumatizing effect on her. Sally, who herself has been a victim to very similar circumstances in the fog both BEING the murder ghost and being eternally tormented and torn apart by the ghosts of her patients reaching out for help, is trying to take her underwing and help her step forward in a way that Best DadTM Chris can't fully help because he's never lived through a hell comparable to them.

Also, Sally and Ellie <3. Ellie reminds her so much of a boy (Frank) she used to be the social worker in charge of, per her modern-ish AU. Being driven both by guilt and the ghost (metaphorical) of the little boy, she failed to stop from slipping through the cracks to go full in on trying to correct and model healthiness for her when she isn't healthy at all.

AND DOOOOOOE, oh my god, where could I even begin to start with Doe?? She's my ghost girl, but less murder and anger and hatred and more depression and confusion and fear!! Please DM me for more information about her and the card so I don't completely spam and overwhelm this meme! We can do so many non-DBD AU things with her, though!!

Your Until Dawn muses, for instance, she is a PERFECT character to interact with any and or all of them within either the events of the game's narrative or in a kind of aftermath 'revisiting the old trauma and confronting it' AU.

HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE MUSES??? It's more of a stretch to insert Doe into that Universe, BUT HELLO!!! Ghost ladies who die miserable deaths throughout their lives NEED to stick together! Let Doe, my strange little creature, go in there and befriend the other ghosties.

THE LAST OF US TOO! Doe is usually depicted as dead for obvious reasons per her narrative, but I am SO OPEN to a living Last of Us / Apocalypse-style AU! It would be hilarious to see her little quiet spitfire self with Tess or any other girls her age!

PLOTS

OKAY, THERE ARE A LOT, AND I DON'T WANT TO SUBJECT YOU TO AN EVEN LONGER TEXT WALL, SO I'll LIMIT MYSELF TO ONE TERM THREAD IDEA, message me though!!! because I had ones for ALL of the ones I mentioned above and I am more than willing to elaborate in the dms or on my discord!

Fíadh and the Dimitrescu sisters!!! I know I said Alcina may be one of the most interesting because she fully stands above Fíadh's height, even with Fiadh's horns, and has the most extreme personality differences but HEAR me out!!

Let's set the stage: it's a standard pre-Ethan Winters storming in after baby Rosie, while Mother Miranda is still doing her plotting to bring back her daughter after the 'failures' of the lords and the Lycanthropes start to overrun villages left, right and center while the experiments continue.

The Lycan has worked well, or rather a tad too well, in driving away most life from the isolated, crumbling eastern European mountainsides that used to encompass the formerly expansive kingdom under Mother Miranda's reign. Except for Fíadh, the Lycans have proved to be largely pests for many of the other lords, especially Alcina, who is now finding difficulty in securing new, continuous virgin blood sources for her wines. They have DRAWN Fíadh closer and closer to the village boundaries.

You see, Fíadh is a being of the hunt and bloodlust by extension; she craves a challenge in her own domain to make the act of her feedings (entirely exsanguinating a being and drinking all of the blood from them while leaving most flesh untouched in a semi-vampiric fashion) less of a chore and more of an enriching exercise of cleverness, trickery and/or brute strength.

Humans are clever, so they often make appetizing prey in terms of entertainment, albeit frustrating and not physically enriching. They'll sometimes bypass her entirely, paying tribute to her leader so she cannot harm them, or, in the foolish case, will require a bit of disguise and environmental manipulation to trap them before they can leave her domain and thus enter into the blessed domains of maintained towns or past running water where she can't follow, but physically? No challenge; they are far smaller & far, far weaker. It takes little for her to tear them asunder, and the fun ends when she isn't following and plotting how to trap them like hares.

BUT THESE LYCANS? They are a HUNT for her in all aspects, fueling the bloodlust more than the limited game of unmutated humans. Many Lycans are smart enough to see the massive 7ft+ woman with goat horns and run, but not intelligent enough to remember how their previous unmutated human selves warded her away or escaped her pursuit. Instead, they will group up, stand and charge, and physically? This is a major threat, especially if they bring out their leaders or the most mutated. They stand a chance against her physically; she can't simply trap and run them down.

She has to remain clever, pick them away from each other and prepare for a real fight with the chance of her being HURT. Which is fun! It's a REAL hunt that she often craves but can't get from human prey. Combined with their blood functioning to feed and sustain her, just as the blood of any other humans can, without much in the way of brutal side effects other than it tasting less palatable to her. She is hooked on this new game and will follow the food source back to the source, expanding her territory in the forest as there is less of a need to remain at the high peaks of the mountains.

Which brings her directly toward and through the domain of Castle Dimitrescu and Alcinia. Their neck of the woods overlaps significantly with Fíadh's range, and with Fíadh's boldness expanding, the chances of them running into each other only grow while he ventures further for her hunts. But it's not a matter of inherent hostility. Fíadh isn't a creature that is murder on sight; she's often benign until she considers you food or an annoyance.

So, I have some ideas of where it could go from there!

MUTUAL CURIOUSITY, similar to introducing two cats from opposite sides of a window. Intense winter weather would deliberately keep the girls separated and isolated, allowing Fíadh to become familiarized with the sight and presumed roles of the girls within the castle. Perhaps they're curious enough to release Moroaicǎ from the dungeonous cellars and crypts of the castles or shoo Samcă from the uppermost areas of the castle. Providing her game and fun and forming a kind of rapport between the girls until the spring and summer warming could allow them to interact physically.

MAYBE THEY DECIDE TO HUNT EACH OTHER A LITTLE BIT, perhaps when the girls finally come into contact with Fíadh, who, to that point, has come to view and respect their place as residents in the area and thus 'not to be messed with' they decide to test her, just as anyone would a new toy. Trying to push the boundaries to see how much they can get away with, how long until she fights back against them, and eventually how much it takes until she breaks, given the girls have never been too great at preserving their toys. However, to the girl's delight and perhaps frustration, Fíadh doesn't break and die. Not like the humans they usually gain as staff and toys from Alcina. Something, something the curse, something, something being a supernatural creature, it's neither here nor there. In any case, the girls would eventually need a mutual cease-fire as once aggravated, Fíadh is BRUTAL and won't let up. Fíadh heals fast as long as she has blood, and between her size, the girls would have trouble attempting to overwhelm her, especially compared to a person like Ethan. She's a big target that would force them to attempt at their human forms, which, given her size advantage, would result in blows for Fíadh, but not enough to take her down.

Either way, they're separated; Fíadh is licking her wounds but recognizing well that the girls aren't to be hunted and instead wholly respected, not just cause they live there but because they put up a good fight and can hold her off well enough.

From there, things could either go down as an enemies-to-friends route, rather standardly. Perhaps the girl would delight in watching Fíadh hunt and feed in her own way. Maybe they want all the flesh left over from one of her kills, and they have a slow burn warming up to each other in that way. OR OR we could go with one of your ideas of Cass finding a hunting buddy who is willing to follow her in the sadistic hunts.

OR OR OR we could go an entirely different direction!! I'm open to any suggestions!!

But I will give you this image to play with: it's early spring, it's warming, but the temperatures at night still dip down dangerously low for the girls. But stir craziness is what it is, even in an estate as large as the Dimitrescu's. They're released for fun during the day under a strict curfew for their own safety, all return... but where's Daniela? Fuuuuck, she's being irresponsible again. All staff are being sent out en mass looking for her. The other girls are panicked & angry, but largely out of concern for Daniela. There doesn't seem to be much sign of her, could she lost?? It gets colder, but a stranger approaches the castle on a mission. It's Fíadh, and she has something massive wrapped up tightly in her arisaid and held to her furred and insulated chest. It's Daniela, burrito'd, warm and toasty, but now the Dimitrescu's are indebted to a fairy. (maybe, not actually; Fíadh isn't out for prices; the hilarity of Daniela getting stranded and needing to be wrapped up and returned home is enough payment)

RELATIONSHIPS + CONNECTIONS

Now, HEAR ME OUT: I love romance, and I could definitely see something that could develop with Fíadh and your RE: Village muses, most especially Cass, but I would not brush anyone out of possibilities. And same for Doe and either you Until Dawn or TLOU muses, though I will warn you, there is no happy endings with that gay ghost girl! Haha

In terms of non-romance though, FRIENDS!!! I love friends and I love enemies!! I am open and happy to do all of it, including slow burns that go from enemies to friends to enemies again! Relationships are MESSY but so am I! Haha

Also Sally would kill, murder and maim for Rosie, Ellie or little Sarah. Do you want to see why they feared her so terribly as the nurse?? Cause if you mess with the girlies, SHE WILL SHOW YOU AND THEN SOME! Haha

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