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Sinned Awakening pt. 17🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, smut, abduction, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 17! I apologize this took me forever to write! I was overthinking things and have been so so busy! Hopefully this was worth the wait and I think you're in for a ride. I promise to not have you guys wait too long on the next part as it is almost done too!🤭 I'm starting off this part in Elvis' perspective to see what he was going through feeding on reader for the first time🩸

I also wanted to say thank you to anyone that's read this from the start or just read a few chapters and really liked it. Your messages warm my heart when I hear you love Vampire Elvis as much as i do.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

He stares at you wide-eyed, holding his breath as he thinks his ears have just deceived him.

I want you to feed from me…

He doesn’t know what to say at first. It’s almost too good to be true. You wanted him to bite you? Just like that? No other reasoning other than the fact he needed to feed. He really didn’t deserve you...

“Baby no I-I-I…. I can’t hurt you. It’s going to hurt,” he says panicked. That was always his biggest concern he had when he thought about feeding from you while you were human. The pain he would cause you would hurt him even worse. He remembers what it was like getting bit and how sharp Raphael’s fangs were as they tore into his flesh. As much as he needed to feed, he couldn’t stand the idea of you writhing in pain as he got his fill.

Elvis hears your nervous little heartbeat pick up as you stand before him, trying to muster up the courage to say something else.

“I know… but I’ve been thinking about it… this is what you do for your Chosen…” you say softly. His heart just about flies out of his chest, not believing that he would ever hear you say this. All he can do is stare at you in shock, getting to hear you admit that you are indeed his.

“Oh God, honey…” he groans as he pulls you in between his legs more and he presses his lips on your exposed chest. Your heart continues to pound and the sound of it makes his mouth water.

“Honey… that’s something you do when you’re both vampires… the bite hurts so much. I don’t want to cause you pain like that…and what if I can’t stop,” he explains. That was his ultimate fear. Even though he was certain you were his Chosen, he still didn’t trust himself to bite you, not while he was so starved.

As he was about to protest, you quickly place your finger on his lips, quieting him. He can feel himself melting into your touch, wanting to do as you say. He’d never experienced such feelings with anyone. He normally doesn’t let anyone sway him but with you, he’d let you do anything you wanted.

“It’s okay. I want to give this to you. I know you can stop. Please let me give you this one thing,” you say, placing a kiss on his forehead and running your fingers through his hair.

You knew exactly what to say to make him weak. He wanted to give in to all of that. The idea of having your blood fresh and from your warm body made him hungrier than he’s ever been. God, he missed how you tasted. The first time he tasted you, your blood was still warm and rich as it ran down his arm. But as he’s fed from living things for the last thirteen years, he can tell the difference when blood is fresh or has been stored too long. He knew if he took a bite from you, he’d be ruined forever. He only had a taste. A whole helping would make him go into a state of shock.

“Please, let me take care of you in this way.” You whisper in his ear. His hands grab onto your hips tighter, getting turned on by your words. He wanted this, more than anything and your sensual tone just about put him over the edge.

“I want you to make love to me… then I want you to feed,” you tell him.

God yes. I need that more than anything, he thinks.

Elvis was on fire, his eyes, his body, and his thoughts. This was all ever wanted. It was selfish, yes, but he wanted to drink your blood and feel how satisfying it was to be running through his veins. The very idea of having you pleading for him, his cock buried inside you, and his teeth sinking into your soft flesh to drink your blood was going to a place better than heaven.

A deep growl comes from his throat and he quickly pulls you onto the bed, laying you on your back. You let out a surprised squeak and look at him looming over you. His hands reach for the v-cut of the dress, ripping your dress clean off of you. You gasp as his hands are everywhere all at once and leave electric sparks on you.

You reach for the laces that are keeping his jumpsuit closed and begin to pull it off of him. He helps you and shakes his arms out of it, leaving himself naked in front of you. Like he could be any more beautiful, he somehow looks more attractive fresh off the stage of a long show. He eagerly spreads your legs wide for him and he groans as he looks down at you. He kisses up your legs, working his way up to your torso then your breasts, licking and lapping at your nipples.

The feeling of your skin was addictive. He could do this all night if you allowed him to. It was soft and tasted sweet. And the way you responded to his kisses drove him nearly mad. There was no way you could be any more perfect in his eyes.

He starts to grow restless and needs to touch you more, to make you make those beautiful little whimpers he can’t get enough of. His fingers find your bud and he slowly starts to rub you gently, gathering the slick that’s formed there after watching him seduce the entire crowd in The Hilton. Your hips buck into his hand, getting the most pleasure from this. His mouth covers you in kisses, covering every inch of you with his lips. You can feel his cock push up against your folds and slide it up and down making you both groan in agony.

He tried to let this moment happen naturally, but nerves got the best of him. He normally would never get nervous about this sort of thing, but this was different. This was you he was feeding from. The one he loved so dearly. The one he promised he would never cause any pain to. He couldn’t cause you pain like this. He remembered what the bite felt like. It was one of the worst things he’s ever experienced. It was something that always made him sorry when he would take a bite from someone he was feeding on. He knew it hurt but his own bloodlust made him block out the pain that the person was suffering.

“Baby, are you sure? We don’t have to do this,” he says softly. You shake your head at him and sit up to grab his hand.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want this. You need this,” you assure. He huffs lightly and places his hands back on you, squeezing and holding you tight. He leans down to give a kiss as his chest heaves.

“Okay, are you ready for me?” He asks sensually

You whimper softly and nod your head at him. He smiles to himself and enters you with a grunt. He can’t get over how it feels to be inside you. The way you took him so easily and the way you wanted more of him made him absolutely ravenous in more ways than one.

He tried to take you slow, too hyper-focused to not hurt you because he knew the bite was going to be one of the most painful things you had ever experienced.

His hands wandered the rest of your body, carefully squeezing and using his mouth on you. He was fighting every instinct to take you hard and fast but he couldn’t help the nerves running through him. He dreamed about this exact moment happening but now that it was here, he was afraid. So afraid you would never want him to touch you again because of the pain he caused.

Your voice shakes him from his wandering thoughts and makes him focus back on you.

“Mmm Daddy,” you whimper.

He looks at you concerned and stops.

“What is it, baby? Am I hurting you?” He asks nervously, releasing the tight grip he has on your hips.

You shake your head fervently, “No you’re fine… it’s not that. I want you to fuck me harder. Please,” you beg.

It feels like his heart stopped. He was in shock and he can feel his cock twitch at the sound of your request.

“Jesus baby, you’re trying to kill me.” He grumbles.

“Please, Daddy. Don’t make me beg, fuck me.”

He grunts as he puts his entire cock back inside you and holds onto your hips again for leverage.

You gasp when you feel him pound his hips harder into you and hit the most sensitive spot inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan loudly as he fucks you better than you’ve ever experienced.

He felt himself lose all control. Any ounce of restraint he had went out the window as he sunk into your wet heat. Your moans rang in his ears the harder he fucked you, wanting to make you groan louder for him. Everything about you made him addicted to you. The way you sounded, the way you looked laid out on his bed, writhing underneath him and gasping for air as he stuffed his cock inside you.

You have your eyes closed, overwhelmed with everything he’s doing to you. He looks at you hungrily, loving every second of this. His eyes wander down your body, watching how his cock goes deeper inside you and only making you moan his name louder.

The sound of your heart pounding away in your chest makes Elvis starving. The longer he does this, the louder your heart sounds in his ears. He winces as he feels his eyes begin to turn red and the veins start to crack across his face. Before he has time to react, his fangs have descended and he knows he can’t hold back from feeding any longer. He’s too starved but he did this to himself. No matter how tempting you were, he was the one who didn’t feed properly and had the control issue.

You open your eyes again and your heart gallops uncontrollably when you see him above you, red eyes blazing and fangs exposed. You tightly grab onto his arms and make him focus on you.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just take a bite,” you coo.

“Where?” He asks breathlessly. He could take a bite anywhere and be satisfied but he hadn’t thought about where he would take his first bite.

“Anywhere you want,” you tell him. You hold onto him tight, knowing this is going to hurt like hell but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to feel good.

His instincts told him to take a bite into your neck. That’s where the most blood would come out from and taste the best. But there was something about that area on you that made it seem so much more sacred. The only time he’d want to bite you there was when he turns turns you.

He decided to cover every inch of your body in wet kisses. He knows once he touches a certain part of you with his lips, he’ll know that’s where he wants to feed. But every part of you was good enough to eat. The way your body beckoned him to be touched by him and called out to him was agonizing.

He takes his hand to gently rub his thumb across your cheek and leans down to kiss your body some more. His other hand gently caresses your breast, kissing there and licking it. His lips felt your heart pounding away in your chest and he knew it had to be right there. You can hear him suck in a sharp breath in between his teeth before looking up at you. He swivels his hips into you before looking back at you to tell you what he wants.

“Right here. I want to bite right here,” he growls, rubbing his thumb on the underside of your left breast. Your breathing quickens and he can barely wait any longer.

“Okay baby,” you say breathlessly nodding at him to do so.

His heart feels like it's racing out of his chest, something that hasn’t happened in the longest time. He slows his thrusts and puts his hands on both your breasts and he starts to lick the area he wants to bite. His tongue feels delightful on you and you arch your chest into his mouth. Elvis groans softly and looks at you one last time to see if you want to change your mind. You place your hand on the back of his head and push his mouth onto your breast again. It feels all too good to be true how you are encouraging this whole act. His hand squeezes it gently and he opens his mouth, his long fangs glistening in the low light.

He feels his instincts take over and he lets out a low growl. His sharp fangs pierce your soft sensitive flesh and you let out a loud scream. He can feel your body wince, rigid with pain as he starts to take a bite. He feels terrible for doing this to you, wishing he could subside the pain. But he has to bite more so he can suck the blood out of you. He can hear your gasps and groans as he bit down harder, your body crying for this to stop.

But he finally bit down enough for your blood to flow freely and he let it pool into his mouth. The second it touches his tongue, he groans and his eyes roll back in his head. He had never experienced such euphoria. The way you tasted was unlike anything he had ever had. You were sweet and savory, just like how you smelled. He squeezes your body tighter and drinks your blood in big, glutinous gulps.

Your fingers clawed at his forearms, gasping in pain. As much as he was enjoying this, he knew you weren’t. He wanted to alleviate the pain in some way and help you through this in any way he could.

Elvis starts to move his hips ever so slowly into you, giving you the most intense feeling of pleasure and pain. He took you slow and tried to loosen his bite. He wanted to have you feel him inside you rather than the bite. You cry out his name and gasp for breath. Elvis takes his mouth off of you quickly, looking back into your tear-filled eyes.

“Oh God baby, I’m sorry it hurts. I’ll be gentle I promise. You taste so damn good I can’t get enough,” he groans. You smile at him and watch how your blood drips from his fangs. He wanted more, so much more but he would only do so if you allowed him to. He looked at you again, waiting for you to say something.

“Mhmm… take more baby, it’s okay,” you tell him through gasps.

You don’t have to tell him twice and he’s back licking the wound he’s created, making sure to not let a drop of you go to waste. His hips pound into you more and you feel like you’re on a different planet right now.

He goes in to take another bite but this time, it doesn’t hurt as much. The feeling of his fangs re-entering your flesh stung but it felt more tolerable. It almost felt good. He can feel the pleasure radiating from your body and he can’t help but smile from it.

Mine, all mine, he thinks smugly.

He moans deeply as he drinks more and his hand wanders down to find your clit. This brings a jolt to your body and you arch up into his mouth again, pleasure burning through your body. He moans into you and rubs your clit faster, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. He can feel your walls flutter around him and all he wants is for you to come as his teeth are buried in your flesh.

“Baby, oh God baby please,” you plead. The neediness in your voice drives him to the brink. He needed you to feel good and finish. He knows exactly what to do to get you there. He knows your body so well and knows what you like.

He stuffs his entire length inside you with a grunt and that’s all it takes. Your core squeezes around him tightly and you cry out his name. This felt euphoric and neither of you didn’t want it to end. You can feel your heart beat out of your chest and your arousal spills out of you. He groans loudly as he continues to drink and he feels your core squeeze his cock. His hands rub your nipples and give you another wave of pleasure. He could easily go overboard but he knows he can’t feed anymore. His venom would enter your bloodstream and the process of you changing would begin. He couldn’t do that to you, not now.

He quickly takes his fangs out of you and watches your face be washed over with pleasure. “Fuck you’re killing me. Didn’t think you were going to cum when I was feeding,” he groans, thrusting in and out of you slowly, looking down at his cock covered in your arousal.

It felt good…. It felt really good,” you admit breathlessly.

He smirks down at you and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Which part baby? My cock or my mouth?” He asks deviously.

“Both. Both felt so good,” you whimper.

“God honey that’s the best thing you could ever tell me,” he smirks.

He looks down where you two are connected and moves ever so slowly. When he looks back up at you, his fangs are gone and his eyes are starting to gain a blue color. You reach to kiss him and he groans into your mouth.

“You’re so perfect, made just for me,” he groans.

He snaps his hips into you like an animal, watching your face grow with more pleasure. He wanted to do this to you all night if you wanted. Your nails scraped against his back and you held onto him tight, needing him as close to you as possible. You both look into each other’s eyes, silently pleading for one another.

“Ahh Elvis, oh fuck please,” you cry.

“You’re being so good for Daddy,” he groans in your ear.

You both moan when he comes inside you, overwhelmed with emotion and overstimulated at this point. You writhe on the bed and you can’t stop moaning to him how good it feels. He is gentle with you as he slips out of you and pleased beyond comprehension.

The bite mark he’s left stings and you try to not move too much. He notices you’re uncomfortable and leans down and gently licks the wound.

“It’s all healed baby,” he says gently.

You lay on his chest, listening to his peculiar heartbeat. It sounded stronger and louder and you smiled because of it. You were so happy you were able to give him this. It felt right to give yourself to him in this way. You’re not exactly sure how it was possible, but you felt even closer to him. Like the invisible bond you both had was melded together even more tightly.

You both lay like this, not needing to say a word to each other. What you share is something beyond words. He rubs your head, soothing you as he always does.

“Please come to my show again tonight. I want you there,” he tells you.

You look up at him and smirk, “but I have nothing to wear,” you say.

“I think I can have something arranged,” he teases.

“As long as you don’t rip it off of me. I really liked that dress,” you tease.

“I’ll buy you a thousand dresses and I’ll rip off each and every one off of you,” he grumbles, covering your face in kisses. You try to squirm away from him but it’s no use, he keeps attacking you with kisses.

“Don’t you dare try to get away from my kisses,” he says cutely, pulling you closer to him. You giggle and cover your face, loving how silly he can be with you.

There was a knock at the front door that made him stop and you look up at him with concern.

He gives you a little smile and goes to the living room to see what the problem is.

“Please stay there,” he says over his shoulder

You stay under the blankets and try to hear what is going on.

The door opens and you don’t hear Elvis speak or anyone else’s voice for that matter. The door closes and a heavy silence fills the suite.

Elvis walks back into the bedroom with an annoyed expression on his face. He held another note in his hand and you knew it was from Raphael. Your heart sank and didn’t want to ask what he wanted from Elvis. You had a hinting suspicion all he wanted to do was control him and make his life harder than it already was. He throws it on the dresser and crawls back into bed with you. You let him hold you tight, not wanting him to ever let you go. It made you nervous about what Raphael would do in the next few days, hoping you both could get out of Vegas without any altercations.

A new dress was laid out for you and your hair and makeup was done again. You were thrilled to see Elvis again perform and do what he does best. He kisses you goodbye and his crystal blue eyes make you weak.

“We’re going out after the show. I wanna spoil my girl. You spoiled me too much with what you gave me earlier, now it's my turn.” He tells you with a smirk.

“Mhmm, that sounds nice…” you say shyly. “If you need to feed more, I’d be more than okay with you doing so…” you softly tell him.

A small groan slips from his lips and he looks down as he starts to smile. “I’d love that very much… but we’ll see. I had more than enough and want to focus on you tonight. Take you out on the town, have you drink the finest champagnes, show you off a bit,” he grumbles into the crook of your neck. He pushes your body flush to his and nips at your neck.

“I’d love that,” you whisper. He looks down at you and smiles, shaking his head slightly.

You give him another kiss and watch as he leaves to get ready for his show.

It made you so happy he was feeling stronger and better than ever. And it showed. His eyes had that sparkle to them again and his skin glistened with life. He looked so strong and his already contagious appeal was off the charts.

You take your seat in the same booth as you did last night and settle in with a drink in your hand. You wondered what he was going to wear tonight. He looked unbelievable last night in all white, but you hoped he'd wear a different color. Blue always looked dashing on him and brought out those beautiful eyes of his. You were still just as excited as last night. Things felt different between you two since he fed from you. You really felt like you belonged with him. The fact you’d be going to Graceland with him made your heart flutter with excitement.

The drums started to rumble and the band started to play the opening riff. You start to cheer with the rest of the crowd and you peer in-between everyone’s heads to try to get a good look at him when he comes on stage. He steps out from the wings and is in a black jumpsuit with flowers on the lapels and collar. He looks breathtaking in black and you can’t help but stare at him in awe. He commands the stage with his presence, taking long strides as he walks and smiles at the loud crowd. He wore a black macrame belt that fell off his hips at an angle and the long tassels would wrap around his legs as he walked to get his guitar.

“Come with me.”

A chill runs down your spine as you hear the stranger's voice behind you. You knew it wasn’t any of Elvis’ men giving you this command. They knew better to talk to you like that. You slowly start to turn around when one of them grabs your arm and pulls you out of the booth more violently than you expected. You grunt with agitation and you’re about to tell him to get your hands off of you when he puts his hand over your mouth.

“Don’t make a sound. Walk out of here with me and we won’t hurt you,” the voice says quietly in your ear.

You try to squirm out of their grasp and then you realize that they feel cold. The way Elvis’ hands do. Whoever is trying to take you away is a vampire.

Your heart drops and try your best not to panic. You nod your head and start to make your way out of the showroom. You wanted to scream Elvis’ name in hopes he could get to you but the crowd was going wild and you weren’t sure what this man would do to you if you disobeyed his orders. Your eyes scan the ballroom, hoping to find one of Elvis’ men to alert them of the danger you’re in. But they’re not in sight and fear starts to paralyze you.

There was a limo out front and the back door swung open and the man tells you to get in. You quickly do so and he gives your back a push as you crouch to get in the seat. You let out a frustrated grunt, not understanding what the hell is going on and who these people are. Vampires with ill intentions. Your heart hammers away and your mind starts to race.

Are these men working with Raphael? Who else would know about me? You think worriedly.

The man gets in the backseat with you and he closes the door harshly and the driver slams on the gas and takes off through the city going dangerously fast. You grip tightly onto the car door handrail and try to keep it together.

You finally look at the man next to you and he stares at you coldly.

“What the fuck is going on? Who are you people?” You ask forcefully.

The man just gives you a blank stare and looks away from you.

“Hey! Answer me! The least you can do is tell me where we’re going?!” You yell.

“We’re almost there. Sit there and shut up,” he snaps at you.

Your heart races and you look out the window, watching as the city starts to disappear and you drive off into the desert.

The car finally comes to a halt and you look at the man expectantly, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

“Get out,” he commands as he opens the door for himself and pulls your wrist to follow behind him. His grasp on you is too tight and you can feel the pressure grow up your arm. You frustratedly squirm as he moves you into the large mansion in front of you.

You sit down on a plush white sofa with black pillows along the back of it. The house was huge based on just this area you were sitting in and the high ceilings made everything seem bigger than it was. You nervously shake your leg, waiting to know where you are, and who these people were that wanted you away from Elvis in such a manner.

“Well, look at you,” a man’s voice coos from the top of the banister.

Your head snaps in the direction of the voice and see a tall, fair-skinned man with sandy brown hair looking down at you. He starts to make his way down the stairs never leaving your gaze. He had a very intense presence you could tell already. The closer he got to you, the more you wanted to get away from him. He was the complete opposite of when you met Elvis. You were instantly pulled to him and wanted to get closer. Not with this man. He made your skin crawl and you didn’t like the looks of him.

He reaches the end of the stairs and stands at the other end of the sofa.

“Y/n, a pleasure to meet you. You are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he praises. You stare at him with hatred, not wanting him to compliment you in any way.

“And who might you be?” You spat coldly at him.

He hums amused by your feistiness, “my name is Raphael. I run a club in town,” he says casually.

Your heart stops and you look at him horrified. So much anger ran through you and you tried everything in your power to not go up to him and hit him across the face. Hitting a vampire would not be a great idea, especially since you have no idea his intentions are with you.

“Yeah, I know who you are. You bit Elvis,” you say through your teeth.

He chuckles, “Oh so he’s told you about me? That’s so nice,” he says.

“I guarantee you, he doesn’t talk of you highly,” you grumble. He clears his throat and presses his lips together.

“That’s a shame. I only saved his life,” he snaps.

“Mhmm… sure,” you say shortly. “What am I doing here? I’m sure it’s not so you can boast about how you save lives,” you growl.

His eyes narrow and he puts his hands in his pockets. “No, you’re right. That’s not why you’re here. You’re here because I’ve heard you’re with Elvis and know a lot about us. And since he won’t take a meeting with me, I thought I’d get his attention by taking you for dinner,” he says smugly.

“That’s what you’re calling it?! Not like your men abducted me or anything!” You yell at him, getting up from the couch quickly.

“Hmm… you’re a little firecracker, aren’t you? Not someone Elvis would normally be with. He likes them… tame,” he snorts. “Come sit down at the dining table with me,” he instructs.

You don’t move an inch, you don’t think you can care to be any closer to this vile man. He starts to walk away but notices you not following him.

“That wasn’t a question. Go sit down,” he commands, his eyes blazing red.

Your stomach drops and you hold your breath as you look into his terrifying eyes. You slowly make your way through the front of the house following Raphael. Obscure artwork hung in the walls and most everything was black with gold accents. It was cold in the house and combined with your nerves, it made you shiver down to your toes.

You both turn the corner and a large marble dining room table fills the room. Two placemats were on the table and a set of utensils lined either side of the large white plate with gold trimming. Two forks were on the left side of it and knives were on the right with a black napkin underneath. You carefully take a seat and never let Raphael leave your eyesight.

You hear the cook come in and serve your plate with pasta that has various vegetables and basil on top.

“I hope you like pasta,” he says.

You don’t touch the plate or pick up your fork. You didn’t want to eat something from him. You have no idea if something is in it that could make you sick.

“Please, eat,” he urges. You look at him with hatred, not wanting anything that comes from him.

“I’m not hungry. You need to tell me what you want from me. What do you want to know that your little spy hasn’t already told you,” you seethe just thinking about Daniel.

“Ahh, you’re referring to Daniel. Funny you should mention him. He’d like to say hello to you,” he says casually. You hear footsteps get closer to the dining room and you swivel in your chair to see who is coming.

Daniel begins to walk in wearing a black suit and white button-up slightly open. The sight of him makes your blood boil. The last time you saw him, he slapped you across the face and screamed and yelled at you.

He walks closer to you and gets in the light. You suck in a sharp breath when you see his face more clearly. His eyes pierce into yours and you look at him with disgust.

Blood-red eyes look at you intensely.

You get up from your seat, “You turned him!?! Are you fucking kidding me!? You know he’s just using this for his selfish reasons?!” You yell at Raphael. He smiles smugly at you, liking to get a rise out of you.

“I don’t care what his intentions are. He’s worked a long time for me and this is what he wanted,” he informs you.

“When did you do this?!” You seethe.

“Yesterday.” He informs you.

You push your chair aside and get right in Daniel’s face.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself. You have single-handedly fucked up everything! You just had to be a weak little boy that crawls back to his master hmm?! Why couldn’t you have left us alone?!” You yell at him.

He doesn’t say anything right away. He just looks at you blankly.

“I did what needed to be done,” he says flatly.

“You just can’t bear the thought of me being happy, can you?! You liked me when I was miserable,” you accuse.

“You can’t possibly be happy with him,” he seethes.

“Yes, I am. More than I ever was with you,” you snap.

Daniel growls and seizes your neck with his hand and gets inches away from your face. His fangs start to descend and you turn your head away to not look at how terrifying he is now.

“Daniel! Enough,” Raphael reprimands.

Daniel lets go of your throat and you push at his chest to get him away from you. You rub your throat softly and clear your throat.

“Sit back down. I wouldn’t provoke him like that if I were you. We’re at our most unpredictable when we’ve just turned,” Raphael tells you.

You turn around and throw him a hateful stare. You didn’t want to do anything this man asked of you but the power he had scared you. Fixing your chair, you cautiously sit back down and stare at your unappealing food.

“What more do you want with me?” You grumble.

“You have to understand the… threat you pose to us,” he explains.

“I’m a threat? I’m not telling about Elvis or any of you for that matter. I have no intention of telling anyone,” you assure.

He scoffs at you, “I can’t believe that. You can expose us all and make everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve for nothing,” he seethes.

“I-I’m not going to do any of that! I’m leaving with Elvis once his engagement ends here on Saturday. I’ll be with him and no one else,” you explain.

“And once he tosses you aside when he gets bored of you? What are you going to do then?” Daniel interjects rudely.

You throw daggers at him with your eyes and scowl.

“He won’t. I know it’s hard for you to believe that a man wants me around,” you snap.

“You're human! You don’t belong in his world! You’re nothing to him! There’s nothing you can offer him!” He continues to scold.

“Yes, I do! He’s told me how much he needs me,” you say forcefully.

“Yeah, he needs you to be his blood bag and that’s it. When he gets tired of you, he’ll toss you out like the rest of them,” Raphael scoffs. “Besides you wouldn’t understand how we feel about humans. We don’t feel the same as you do,” he says.

“No. He wouldn’t lie to me like that. He’s told me how strongly he cares about me and how much he needs me,” you say weakly, feeling the tears start to form in your eyes.

They laugh at you, looking at you like a pathetic little child. They exchange hurtful words of how stupid you are and they can’t believe what they’re hearing. Your anger boils and you can’t handle another rude comment.

“I love him! I love him more than anything in this world! And I don’t want to live without him,” you burst out, tears falling down your cheeks.

Both the men look blankly at you and don’t say a word.

“You’re not serious? You love him? Even after knowing what he has done?” Daniel sputters.

“Yes. I do. I’m… I’m his Chosen,” you say softly. They look at you in shock, not believing what you just uttered.

Raphael snarkily chuckles at you and rubs his hand across his forehead.

“Your Chosen? You’ve got to be joking. Is that what he told you?” He laughs.

“Well, yes… it’s true … the kind of connection we have… it’s unbreakable,” you try to explain.

“What makes you think that’s possible? What has he done to you?” He questions.

You look down at your lap and feel your cheeks get redder and redder. You stay silent, not wanting to talk about your most intimate moments with him.

“Nothing I’m sure Daniel hasn’t told you…” you say softly.

He scoffs at you, “Well that’s an obvious one. His scent is all over you. Has he fed from you?” He snaps.

You look up at him and glare at him.

“It’s none of your concern,” you growl.

“Oh, but it is. I made Elvis into what he is today and have to know what he’s doing. I can’t have a loose cannon,” he says annoyed. You just stare at him, too afraid to say anything to him. He looks at you as though he could reach over and attack you with those terrifying eyes.

“Answer me! Now!”

You jump at his tone and look into his fiery eyes.

“Y-yes… he’s fed from me… and I loved it,” you growl. “I’m his. I’m his chosen.”

He starts to laugh again menacingly, hitting his hand across the table.

“I thought you’d be smarter than that but he has his fangs so deep inside you, you can’t see the truth. There is no such thing as your Chosen. He’s been lying to you to keep you all to himself,” he snarls.

Your heart drops into your stomach and you can’t breathe. There’s no way he’s lying though. Elvis wouldn’t do that to you.

“You’re lying! You have no idea what you’re talking about!” You retort.

“Do you have any idea how old I am? I am five hundred and sixty years old. I have seen things you read from a history book. I was there to see it all. Never have I once met a Chosen pair. Simply because they don’t exist anymore!”

Your head spins and you feel like you could pass out.

“No… no. The books, they state exactly what is going on with us. It says it so clearly and simply.”

“Those books are just legends. Myths now. None of them are true anymore. It might have happened thousands of years ago, but it doesn’t anymore. The gods left us a long time ago. Just face it, he lied to you to keep you all to himself.” He scoffs.

You wipe the tears falling on your cheeks and shake your head at him. No, nothing he is saying can be true. Elvis has changed so much from when you first met. He was cold and rigid when you first met and now, he’s willing to give you anything. The way he described how he felt for you was not something he could just make up. You hope that was the truth…

“I’ll admit, it’s a clever move to get a human to willingly be with one of us. To make you believe that you two were destined to be together… I wish I could have thought of it myself.” Raphael says smugly.

You sniffle and try to look at him, “Stop that. It is true. He can’t compel me. That’s another sign showing that we’re meant for each other,” you say weakly.

“Elvis is weak! That’s all there is to it! He always has been because he pities the people he feeds from!”

“He is not weak! He is strong and more powerful than you know!” You scowl at him. He looks at you amused and leans in close.

“I do understand why he’d want to keep you all to himself… you smell rather tempting,” he smirks.

You look away from him and wish you could do something to protect yourself from these two and anyone else in this house. Your breathing begins to quicken and your nerves are getting the best of you.

Raphael suddenly grabs your hand and you look back at him with fear and hatred.

“Let me have a taste,” he growls.

You pull your hand away from him and begin to shake with fear.

“No! Absolutely not, are you crazy!” You yell at him.

He forcefully grabs your hand again and gets even closer to your face, his eyes starting to glow red.

“I could just compel you to let me feed on you… and make you forget about Elvis… it’s your choice…” he snarls.

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Are we ready? It's Time...

For more GOOD OMENS WILD META.

I have been chewing on this one for awhile. Like, really ruminating on it. Probably because it's so far-reaching. For me, for others. It's a matter of the Journey From The Final Fifteen.

I will openly admit it, when I first came off the Final Fifteen, sometime in August/September (yeah, I was so worried about Season 2 I didn't watch it for a month after it came out and I realized I was right to do so.). I was, and still am, heartbroken. I was angry, despairing and wondering what the point of an ending like that was. I was angry at Neil Gaiman, I was angry at all the creators behind Good Omens. I was angry at Aziraphale, first, and then after about five minutes, I was angry at Crowley too.

Note, I was never mad at David Tennant or Michael Sheen. I respected their acting choices so much in the Final Fifteen. It was beautiful. It ripped my soul out through my chest. They are both brilliant. I know everyone has their favorite GO counterparts - they are mine.

Then a funny thing happened. A few weeks passed. I started fumbling around Good Omens Tumblr again. I'd been a big contributor during Detroit: Become Human (of which I am still a HUGE FAN, god I love that game.), and until Good Omens 2 came out, I was on the side of Good Omens fandom. Reading, mostly, but at the time I was very deep into my Wangxian fixation (haaaaah, I say, like I have ever left it. My dream AU is Aziraphale and Crowley in the Sunshot Campaign, causing trouble with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.). That changed after Final Fifteen. Now I was hurt, I was looking for comfort. I was looking for my fellow fans.

Clearly, I found you, you gorgeous bastards (saying nothing about your moms, unless you want me to). I started to read more meta, started having my own thoughts and carefully posting them. Reading fanfiction, and ... becoming less angry. Stepping back, to really look at the story. I was swallowing content like Aziraphale swallowed ox ribs. In the midst of this, I realized this wasn't The End of Good Omens, but merely the second part of a Trilogy. I'm a writer, I know what the second part of a trilogy is. It's where your heart breaks, it's the cliffhanger episode. I stopped being mad, and started loving the craft. I started to actually look at the scenes instead of just watching.

With that, I started to realize I had been missing so much. I realized I had been wrong, about a lot of things. My perspectives, and thoughts changed. Aziraphale wasn't at fault, he was a victim of the situation as much as Crowley was. Crowley left the bookshop, but he never left Aziraphale. He waited. He's still waiting. As more time passed, the more my thoughts evolved. Changed, formed anew, and I felt better for it. I decided to be hopeful about the whole thing. Yes, it was bad now, but there were enough signs and easter eggs to say this wasn't the ending we were going to get.

I healed, in short. I forgave. I'm waiting for our next chapter, because I know this story isn't done, not by a long shot. I'm waiting to see how our heroes will cope.

Rather like, I think, Aziraphale and Crowley will. The initial pain is going to fade, the anger, the feeling of rejection (whereas they will some day realize neither one of them were in fact, rejected.). The longing is going to kick in. They're going to miss one another more than they will ever be angry. There's going to be moments of grace, of forgiveness, partnered with sadness. What I think we forget, sometimes, is that Aziraphale and Crowley are 6000 years old. They've fought before. They'll fight again. With the fullness of time though, they'll come back to one another. They'll talk again.

Right now though, they've had time. Time to hopefully process (I really, really hope Aziraphale has had SOME time to process), time let the anger fade a little. Maybe not enough time - some of us here still need time - but enough to let them wonder ... is it really over? Maybe to realize, no. No it's not.

Time doesn't heal all wounds, but time does allow you to find equilibrium. I hope time will do the same for our angel and our demon. I know time helped me. I hope time will help us all.

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I keep seeing comments (mostly from show onlies cause they don't know what's coming) regarding the Randlayne scene "oh God not another love interest like enough already." he has a lot of love in his heart! Leave him alone! Plus he deserves to have nice relationships now that he's out of that abusive relationship with Lanfear. I just have a bad feeling that people are gonna be really shitty about the polycule

yes, rand has so much love in his heart! he's not being greedy or trying to two-time anyone or to get 3 for the price of one, he is just Full Of Love! and he does deserve happy relationships after lanfear. BUT it isn't all about him, because elayne also deserves happy relationships with people who see her for who she is as a person, after spending her whole life lonely and surrounded by people who only see her title or want to use her for her position! aviendha deserves happy relationships where she can always have her heart shaded and where she can express vulnerability without fear of feeling shamed! min....................exists. djkfjg okay this is showverse, so show!min deserves happy relationships with people who care about her as a person and don't just want to use her for her viewings!

now, with that out of the way.............of course people are going to be shitty about the polycule. the majority of readers are already shitty about it and i won't be at all surprised if many show-onlys go the same way (though i'm sure rafe & co are well aware of how ~controversial~ a romance it could be and will do all they can to make it as ~palatable~ to a general audience as possible)

it feels like readers are split into 3 categories on the subject:

people (lbr, straight men) who fetishize the polycule for their own male power fantasies, but think that aviendha and especially elayne are too Annoying and too independent to be Good Girlfriends and that min is the only one who "deserves" rand since she "doesn't have any plot obligations to get in the way of being his girlfriend" (yes, that is a real sentence i once saw someone on reddit say with their whole chest lmao). i suspect this was the majority back in the day, but thankfully nowadays it's mostly a minority on reddit. these people want the show to have rand get to fuck elayne and aviendha, but only have an actual relationship with min.

people who think that one man having 3 girlfriends is inherently Misogynistic and Cringe, regardless of how consensual it is, how happy the people involved are with the arrangement, and how much agency the 3 women have within the relationship to set their own terms and call shots. this is the majority nowadays. these people want the show to split the polycule into two monogamous pairings, rand/min and elayne/aviendha.

a small fraction of people who genuinely enjoy the books' attempt at portraying a poly relationship and think it is a pretty good attempt for something written within the constraints of early 2000s mainstream fiction, even if it isn't perfect. these people want the show to keep the meat of the book polycule but just make some updates for the times, such as making textual the subtextual romance between elayne & aviendha and making min feel like she actually likes the poly aspect rather than that she's just putting up with it because she wants rand.

i think that the show-desires of group #3 are most likely to be met, but the beliefs of group #2 are the most prevalent, and so it's inevitable that people are going to be assholes about the show's version and start on that same shit of claiming that rand having 3 girlfriends could not possibly be anything other than Misogynistic & Cringe, while completely ignoring all the context that makes it, in fact, an equitable, consensual, happy, healthy, and pretty damn queer relationship. the Self-Described-As-Woke Internet Fandom Crowd is all over alanna's F/M/M throuple but as soon as it's F/F/M with rand/elayne/avi, they'll be crying Straight Male Fantasy. that's just how it is, unfortunately! some people just judge based on surface-level ~optics~ and refuse to take actual context into account.

speaking of surface-level optics, people will also be mad about rand getting more love interests what with egwene and all of that, so i'm thinking the show needs to a) have egwene and gawyn meet early in season 3, b) give them the most adorable and romantic meet-cute of all time, and c) make gawyn as babygirl and as lovable as possible so that everyone immediately jumps onboard the idea of him being egwene's new love interest and then won't mind as much if rand gets with aviendha later in the season. yes, this is all a purely objective proposal here, not at all me trying to cater to my own wishes djkfjgh

thinking of timeline, i'd bet they do the randgwene breakup quite promptly in 3x01, specifically because they need to start getting the audience adjusted to the idea of them not ending up together and there's no real sense in beating around the bush about it - the longer they postpone the breakup, the worse the audience reception of their subsequent romances will be, and i doubt rafe & co want that. i think the breakup will be entirely mutual, and amicable enough that egwene would give avirand her blessing later in the season and it would feel genuine (tho we may see some rand-egwene tension lingering since their relationship starts to grow mistrustful around this point in the books).

during 3x01 we might get some seeds planted for randlayne and possibly avilayne, but i wouldn't expect anything more than Vibes at this early stage. then, fingers crossed for a gawene meeting in caemlyn in 3x02ish to reassure everyone that rand won't be the only one getting new love interests! and then avirand will be the slowburn of the season, and they'd probably only juuuuust get together by the end, by which time hopefully people will be onboard with it - they should have a lot of good development time throughout the season to really build up to it and get the audience invested, and enemies/irritants-to-lovers is such a popular trope!

pair that with discussions of aiel polyamory and more randlayne & avilayne hints, and we're ready for elayne to join later; i definitely don't expect randlayne to happen before avirand, because i'm not sure there'd be a way to do that without it feeling rushed and audiences potentially feeling that egwene's toes are being stepped on. shuffling the order a bit to go for the avirand slowburn first and then add elayne afterwards just makes a lot of sense with the deepening of randgwene compared to the books. rand can't be getting into another relationship immediately after THIS version of the breakup (and particularly not with egwene's bestie), so it'd work better to have his first post-breakup relationship be the slowburn that takes most of the season to come to fruition. and they can reshuffle stuff to allow elayne a season 4/late s3 reunion with rand & avi, so that she can get involved at that time rather than at the beginning of s3.

(now, with rand/selene, obviously that relationship felt rushed & out of nowhere to the audience since they got together offscreen, and so people were very quick to complain about it, particularly for egwene's sake. but for this relationship, that's kind of the point. we're meant to see that the relationship means a lot to rand, yes, but we the audience aren't really meant to feel particularly invested in it ourselves, even when we think she's just a nice innkeeper. we ARE meant to feel a bit indignant on egwene's behalf, i think, because one of the central tenets of this season was that you can't and shouldn't do things alone, so we are meant to see that rand going solo has hurt his loved ones as well as himself. but with rand's actual endgame romances, totally different ballgame - rafe & co want us to truly enjoy, support, and feel invested in those, and so they'll be handled much differently than rand/selene, and hopefully will likewise result in different audience reactions.)

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Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3 Pairing: Male Dark Urge x Enver Gortash Rating: Mature Tags: Fluff, pre-canon, possessive behaviour, jealousy Warnings: Normalised murder, spoilers for The Dark Urge, total disregard for other people's lives and welfare, blood and gore, toxic relationship [read on aoe instead?]

Prompt 30: "Are you with me?"

It's been a long day and Enver dreams of nothing more than a peaceful bath before going over some correspondence. The patriars were especially relentless today — impossible to please and hard to get to know. He prods, keeps his eyes and ears open, but the fact is many are still an enigma to him and his spies.

All this will get easier when he learns what makes each of them tick. Bane willing, he'd prefer that be sooner rather than later. The late nights are taking a toll.

Frowning at his thoughts, Enver enters his bedroom only to stop dead at the doorway.

There's a severed head propped on his writing desk. Blood and brain matter slowly pooling around it.

And in his peripheral vision, something moves.

A dagger hops into the air, soon landing in Ravendras's waiting hand. The drow juggles his favourite toy in the shadows, face hidden by the dark hood he rarely goes without.

"Hey, honey," comes Ravendras's voice, all too casual for the circumstances. "How was your day?"

"Better than Saer Brandon's, I dare say. " Enver turns to inspect the head, tilting his own. Ravendras won't strike; he already would have, if that's what he wanted.

"In fact, much better now that you're here," he adds in a placating tone.

His beastly lover delivers death in droves, but it's never randomly distributed. There's method to his madness. Standards, even.

But what Saer Brandon has suffered is unusual; the multiple stab marks leave him nigh unrecognisable, and Enver shudders to think how the rest of him fares.

"I see you've been busy," he says, taking a careful step towards the drow still flipping his weapon on his bed.

Ravendras finally looks up at him, his eyes so full of hate and anger that for a horrible moment Enver worries there's no space for love there anymore.

The drow stops the dagger acrobatics, however, and something in him softens as they stare at one another. Enver's heart skips a beat; he's captivated by the slight change. Hushed silent by the sight of his hurting lover. Every element of horror is there; he's a drow with unnatural hair. Demonic black-blue eyes.

Bhaal must've had no idea his son would grow up into such a beauty.

The drow's face is spattered, his skin too good to be stained by the smarmy patriar's blood. Enver wants to reach out, wipe it off and nibble on the plump lips, but Ravendras's dagger hand still twitches. Even if the weapon itself now points harmlessly to the side.

It hits him out of the blue — he knows what this is!

"You know I would never touch another, don't you?" he soothes, takes a few steps closer. Heart pounding in his chest… thrilled at being so loved. "It's all theatre with the patriars. Persuasion before I strike fear into them. You know this."

There's a stretch of silence; they're both still as Ravendras thinks. Enver restrains himself as he so often does, even as he craves to touch.

"I know, but I don't like it," Ravendras says at last, voice cold but the rage in his eyes dilutes as he speaks.

Enver takes a chance, slowly approaching his beast of a lover. Settling between his open thighs. Running his hands up and down the smooth, leather-clad legs.

"You're the only one for me," he says softly. "Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every day after that."

It's funny. A whole day spent spinning lies and starting rumours, but this he actually means.

Just when he thinks the man is placated, Ravendras’s lips turn upwards in a mockery of a smile. A cruel, angry smirk that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Then stop flirting with other people," the drow hisses, but his hand lets go of the dagger, travelling to Enver's side. Squeezing with the tenderness he's had to learn.

The last hiss of a cat before it succumbs to be petted, Enver realises.

Bringing both hands to Ravendras's cheeks, Enver smiles at him. Gives the bloodstained skin a brush of his thumbs.

"I won't make promises I can't keep." He leans in to press a kiss to the peak of Ravendras's nose. "But I promise I'll be true to you. Are you with me?"

Ravendras closes his eyes and nods, his sigh expelling the tension out of him. His legs curl around Enver, pulling him closer. "I'm so shit at this, aren't I?"

Enver can't help a fond chuckle. "Maybe you've got a few more things to learn. Not that I don't appreciate your passion."

Ravendras looks up at him, the corner of his lip quirking into a smile. Too tempting to resist — and Enver sees no reason for restraint.

Kissing Ravendras never gets old, but there's only so long a human can go without breathing. Enver begins to unbutton his lover's jacket when a thought from earlier returns.

"Care for a bath?" His lips twist into a crooked smile. "I'll make it worth your while."

"I suppose I could use one." Ravendras smiles again, dimples denting his cheeks.

As they make their way to the bathroom, Enver pauses to lift the severed head by its hair and chucks it into the bin. The first casualty of their affair, but certainly not the last.

He shrugs inwardly; it's but a small price to pay.

[read more about Raven and Gortash?]

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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 20: Saidin

Welcome back to my reread folks! It's almost Christmas so let's tell a story about the big man himself (pictured above). He might just have a present for you! I also have one: the usual warning that this reread has spoilers for the whole of the series. Don't keep reading if you don't like that.

Once again we have a painfully obvious chapter icon. This chapter is called saidin. It's got the Dragon's Fang. I literally don't know what to say.

Rand kept them moving through the night, allowing only a brief stop at dawn, to rest the horses. And to allow Loial rest. With the Horn of Valere in its gold-and-silver chest occupying his saddle, the Ogier walked or trotted ahead of his big horse, never complaining, never slowing them.

Poor Loial. We have been drawing a lot of attention to his horse-free shenanigans at this point. I wonder if he's wondering why he even brought the damn horse.

Rand was sure she was no older than he, but at that moment she suddenly seemed as old and as cold as the mountains, and more regal than Queen Morgase at her haughtiest.

She is in fact older than most extant mountains.

“All I want is to see it in the light of day. I won’t even touch it. You hold it. It would be something for me to remember, you holding the Horn of Valere in your hands.”

I'm honestly not fully sure what she's up to here. Is it part of a plan, a way to try and establish her control over Rand, or is she just so power-hungry that she can't control herself?

He had never seen an Aes Sedai act the way she did, and she looked young, not ageless.

Considering that Jordan doesn't seem to have decided that the ageless look is the result of the Oath Rod yet (we'll cover that more next book I think), I can only assume that his intent was either becoming a Darkfriend interfered with that look or that the Mask of Mirrors weave's main purpose in bygone days would have been to hide channeling ability at all.

It was a kind of smile that always put his back up—but at least it was a smile.

Really there's a great deal of emotionally abusive tactics in Lanfear's arsenal, though frankly Jordan doesn't seem to fully recognize them as such considering how so many women act in the same ways. There's a lot that we could break down there but I think l'll leave it be.

“A village inn,” Selene sniffed. “Dirty, no doubt, and full of unwashed men swilling ale. Why can’t we sleep under the stars again? I find I enjoy sleeping under the stars.”

It's a common topic in the fandom about the hilarity of the Forsaken finding themselves in the current conditions, but I don't think it gets highlighted enough that Lanfear finds the modern era so repugnant given the choice between it and outright camping, she prefers camping.

Selene met his sally with silence and an unreadable look. After a moment, they started on again.

Lanfear suffers from the same affliction of many smart people in that she's very clever but not the least bit persuasive, nor good at figuring out how others will respond to her persuasion. She's probably so used to just using Compulsion and brute force to get what she wants at this point that it's hard to tell if she was always like this or if she was a better people person in the AoL.

Out of the clay at the bottom of the pit slanted a gigantic stone hand holding a crystal sphere, and it was this that shone with the last sunlight.

Ozymandias eat your heart out. Getting completely buried until now probably helped the male Choedan Kal a great deal; considering that the female one has spent the last three and a half thousand years partially exposed. We know that Portal Stones can be worn down too, so honestly I wonder if that exposure is what made the female statue much less reliable than the male.

Selene rode close and took hold of his arm. “Please, Rand, you must come away.” He looked at her hand, puzzled, then followed her arm up to her face. She seemed genuinely worried, perhaps even afraid.

Honestly this situation has got to be completely terrifying. The Choedan Kal could absolutely obliterate Rand if he tried to use it directly and Lanfear wouldn't even have enough warning that he was doing it so she'd get fried too. And of course, she can't just tell him because there's too many lies between both of them already.

“Till shade is gone,” he mumbled, “till water is gone . . .” Power filled him. He was one with the sphere. “. . . into the Shadow with teeth bared . . .” The power was his. The Power was his. “. . . to spit in Sightblinder’s eye . . .” Power to Break the World. “. . . on the last day!”

If you don't agree that this is one of the most badass sayings in this series, please unfollow me immediately.

“Did I . . . do something?” He frowned, trying to remember.

Something happened Rand, but honestly even I'm not quite sure what. Genetic memories gave you the willpower necessary to survive? Lanfear did some kind of trick to separate you from the sa'angreal? A safety mechanism within managed to still function after all this time and rejected your connection without a key? The Wheel realized there was literally no logical way to prevent your demise and so just kinda skimmed over what should have happened next?

I seriously have no idea what happened. Makes it hard to talk about this chapter to be honest because even the Wiki only gives me a "he breaks free" explanation and while obviously Rand does get better I'm not sure that "breaks free" is the correct description. I even checked Leigh Butler's reread since that's pretty on-point. Nada.

What the fuck happened here?

The people eyed the newcomers curiously, with no sign of hostility. A few stared a moment longer at Loial, an Ogier walking alongside a horse as big as a Dhurran stallion, but never more than a moment longer.

I doubt very much that there'd be much traffic through here (the Hunters for the Horn mentioned next chapter are clearly exceptional), since there's not really any civilization for miles past this point, but maybe the stories of Ogier hold on a little stronger in these parts since they're such a big part of Cairhien?

“The Nine Rings” had been one of his favorite adventure stories when he was a boy; he supposed it still was.

Now what could that be a reference to?

“I can’t, Selene. The Horn. . . .” He looked around. A man looked out his window across the way, then twitched the curtains closed; evening darkened the street, and there was no one else in sight now except Loial and Hurin. “The Horn is not mine. I told you that.”

Another temptation rejected, I suppose. Poor boy's gotta be doing a lot of that lately, and he's really only going to get worse at it for awhile.

Next time: Light-hearted inn shenanigans.

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semperama · 9 months

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ϟ tell me what moment/scene in [fic] made you sicko in the window.jpg to read and i’ll tell you which scene made me feel that way to write omg the sensory deprivation while topping fic with the one sentence lowest of low key barely there mention of watersports had me 😵🆘😵‍💫🚨🚑

Omg I actually forgot I'd put that in there until this very moment! Thank you for reminding me. The sentence in question:

He's not sure how he let Max talk him into this, but then again, he's felt that way about pretty much everything Max has ever asked him for in bed. Between the two of them, Max is definitely the freak. Still, Daniel rarely has complaints after the fact. Okay, he never has complaints, except for sometimes a sick-sweet shame he feels—at the sight of a red handprint on Max's ass; at the feeling of Max's hand wrapped around his dick, directing a stream of piss onto his own chest; at the sound of Max whimpering his name while he clenches around Daniel's whole fucking fist.

Watersports is one of my guilty pleasures as a reader, but I'm too self-conscious to actually write it! I've written it one time in my life (for another fandom), and even then I had to post it anonymously at first because I was like...don't look at me. So yeah, I'm glad you enjoyed the passing mention, and maybe someday I'll work up the courage to write it in full! Maybe!!

As far as what scene made ME feel insane to write, it's this part:

Max wants him to follow his instincts though, so he takes a deep breath and tries to get out of his head, focusing instead on the throb of the bass in his ears and on the way Max feels around him, how hot he is inside, how he clenches when Daniel tugs a little on his rim. After a minute, he withdraws and lets his hands smooth up the inside of Max's thighs, enjoying the breadth of them, the soft hair against his palms. On impulse, he leans down a bites down gently on the meatiest part, his hips rolling against the bed. It wouldn't even take him long to come like this, he thinks. Just worshipping Max's thighs and humping the sheets.

I almost derailed the fic at this point to write Daniel getting off on touching Max and humping the bed, because it's HOT. I think of Daniel as someone who has a lot of trouble getting out of his own head, which is of course the whole impetus for the fic in the first place, but the idea of him actually getting SO caught up in Max that he loses control of himself otherwise? Hot!!

#replies #writing asks

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enteroctopusdarkysilis · 7 months

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Here’s my take on a batch of custom Nexo Knights minifigs !

Closeups and thoughts under the cut

So, in no particular order, the closeups, with comments and comparisons with the actual characters from the original Lego theme (also, because of Tumblr’s image limits, I had to badly stitch together my pictures, sorry-)

1) Mace

Pretty cool one, and the only girl in the team in the original cast, who also happen to have troubles because her dad is the king. But eh, none of that here, so she get the cool cloak I assign to any cool red character I can find (yes, you’ll see it again many times in the future). The overall design is pretty nice (mostly this face, the other one on the brick is not as good; the printed armor, which is from season 4, is pretty nice, and does a nice job with the large dark piece (coming from later Hero Factory sets). The weapons are from the Chima theme (and so is the cloak !). The hairs are from the only Tron set, which should have been continued as whole theme but eh-

2) Axel

Stupid and muscular originally. Well, now he’s got a Large Axe (Bionicle) to stand to his name. The helmet is all Nexo, but with some custom brew of mine, and so is the shield. Also, the custom arm was possible because the large chest has a technic pin.

3) Clay(more)

Not room much modifications on the base character (s1). The sword is from a season four version of the character, the shield is homemade with some fun pieces I had lying around. The two arms are modified from the Ultimate set. …which I transformed in guns…Yeah.

4) Aaron

Green ! Always had a cooler weapon. The armor is from the mech set, the chest piece is from s3-4, the Google’s are from the Ultimate set, and the shoulder thingy is from Boba Fett. I kept the original shield with some added pieces, which is made to fly (like with the original al character) but changed the face to give him a more serious expression. The weapon is mostly from the original crossbow, with some nice twists (the beam on the first image is from a ninjago sword).

5) Lance Whatever their name is now

Really a bad character : rich, 'very pretty', egocentric. So, well…I took the armor and made an entire new one. I really like them, but it might be because it took an awful lot of time to figure out the weapon (transparent white piece similar to the green beam mentioned above). Armor-wise, it’s s1 body, with a grey pauldron (Clone Wars) and a light grey kama (…Also Clone Wars). The hairs are a really cool piece from a Ninjago set, and the head…Come from a City ski set. But the orange visor makes it work !

6) Never remembered the name of that one

Original character is a very smart kid with not much development in the show. Well, firstly I made him an adult (legs are from a black widow figure), and then I decided to push the technical side a little. So, full suit with crystal swords, which works ! Most pieces are actually from the theme, except the red dots (Ninjago again), the crystals in the back (Power Mine [really a cool theme !]), and the helmet (City firefighters + Ninjago…again). It was the first one I made, which made me do the others.

I might get them in a diorama at some point, to set them against the very many custom monsters from the same theme (which were already much cooler than the original minifigs). In fact, most of the theme was really cool, the two sad points are that it was discontinued, and the TV show was…Well, it didn’t push much sci-fi nor fantasy, so I had to do the job.

Now, with that post I have finally revealed my three favorites things to do with legos : Dioramas, Big Mechs, and Custom minifigures (plus any Clone Wars related stuff, but it’s probably just as much because of the fandom aspect as it is the Lego aspect). One day perhaps, I’ll get all three of these aspects in one epic scene, but I have no idea of how for now, so maybe later~

#lego #lego moc #lego minifigures #nexo knights

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maple-the-awesome · 2 years

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Blind Bindi ||

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Words: 1,152

Overview: Matt knows you well...A little too well. While you normally wouldn't complain, it can play against you when you're trying to sneak a 'houseguest' into the apartment.

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"What do you have there?"

Matt knows the answer. Hell, he knew the answer before you even entered the apartment. That's why he had already been standing there with crossed arms and a tapping foot, fully intending on catching you by surprise when you tried to sneak in through the front door.

Despite being aware of his enhanced senses and ability to read you like an open book, you decide to play dumb and keep it a secret from your boyfriend, slowly shutting the door before innocently fluttering your eyelashes his way.

“Is that how you welcome back your girlfriend of three long years? How about a 'hi, sweetheart. Did you have a good day at work'?"

Matt rolls his eyes mockingly," hi sweetheart. Did you have a good day at work?"

"Not really, no. I had heaps of paperwork that I spilled coffee all over...Besides, you know my days are always boring until I get to come home to my handsome and amazing boyfriend in whom I adore so so much.”

Stretching on your toes, you press a kiss to his cheek but make sure to keep your body leaned further away which isn't an action gone unnoticed especially when you quickly pull back once he tries to wrap his arms around your waist. Alas, he manages to grab hold of your wrists, holding you gently in place.

"Did you gain some weight while at work?" He wears a stupid smirk on his face, poking the soft 'fat' of your stomach which he knows for a fact wasn't there this morning. Fat also doesn't squirm when poked.

"Well, you know I love my secretary's cookies. I practically ate the whole plate which means I should really get to the kitchen and grab something healthy to eat, so if you'll excuse me, Mr. Murdock, I- mmm," your words are cut off when Matt's lips capture yours.

It almost makes him chuckle to hear your heartbeat increase; and not in the normal drunken love sort of way. It's adorable and a part of him is tempted to grant you mercy by stepping aside, curious to find out how the rest of your half-baked plan will play out. Of course, it’s fun to just flat out tease you, too.

Your lips part enough for him to breath out your name, his thumbs rubbing soothingly over the soft skin of your lower arms before you finally groan in defeat.

Stepping away from your boyfriend, you unzip your coat part of the way to stubbornly reveal a fluffy cat hiding there rather calmly. The sleepy creature pokes its head out with a yawn before perking its ears up, taking in its new surroundings.

"...Her name is Bindi..." You sound so deflated.

"And why did you bring 'Bindi' home?" Matt raises an eyebrow, taking your delayed answer as a sign that you're currently puffing out your bottom lip while trying to think of a good argument.

"Okay so like, there was this pet adoption day they were doing in the work building and I wasn’t even considering adopting anything, but I also can't just say 'no' to petting a bunch of cute doggies and kitties so I went down during my lunch break and- pet her Mattie!" You practically leap in front of him, using your arms to keep the cat secure to your chest while also leaning her close enough for him to pet.

Hesitatingly he does, noting she has typically soft cat fur,” sweetheart-"

"-But that's not all! Matt, do you know what her full name is?"

He presses his lips together.

"Matt, guess what her full name is?"

"...What's her full n-?"

"-Blind Bindi! She's blind- like you!" You're beaming, figuring yourself to be so damn clever and cute and God is it killing Matt.

“She just came right over to me- walked past everyone else and just curled onto my lap as if it were fate; like she could sense how good I am with adorable blind things!"

Matt curses the way the corner of his lip twitches.

"One thing led to another and I was suddenly sitting back in my office with this little brown cat- she's a brown tabby- sleeping on my lap. I know I should've called you first to ask and I know you always say no seeing eye dogs, but hear me out: she's not a dog and she can't see, and you never said no blind eye cats.”

You remove Bindi from your coat, cuddling her close to yourself with a finger pointed towards Matt accusingly as if you've just tripped him with the greatest defense he's ever heard throughout his entire career of law...and he must admit it was pretty good.

Running his knuckle over the top of Bindi's head, Matt purposely takes his time thinking when feeling your eyes burning holes in him with anticipation.

"Blind Bindi?"

"Bind Bindi."

"And you said she's a tabby?"

You hold her against your cheek," yep! A brown one. That way I can have two brunettes. I’m collecting, you see.”

“No, I can’t,” he states matter of factly, making you huff,”...and you love her already, don't you?"

"Not as much as I love the man standing in front of me. He’s impossible to compete with, in fact Bindi and I already had ‘the talk’ to make sure she understands. No matter how snuggly she is, Mattie’s number one snuggle buddy always and forever,” once again, you flutter your eyelashes, hoping he can hear it along with the happy purring from Bindi. Indeed he does.

Sighing dramatically, he heads back into the kitchen yet that quiet chuckle that soon follows tells you he’s just putting on an act. Padding after him, you hover over his shoulder while watching him return to cooking dinner, doing your best to be patient, although it’s a difficult feat when you can see the corner of his smirk.

"...So, can she stay?"

Humming, Matt puts on his best lawyer voice while stirring the spaghetti noodles," after carefully considering the evidence presented, the court has decided to rule in favor of 'Blind Bindi' staying at the Murdock residences, however, she will be prohibited from taking Mr. Murdock's place as Mrs. Murdock's favorite 'blind thing' and ‘snuggle buddy’.”

You smile ear-to-ear at this, finally setting down Bindi to free your arms for the goal of throwing them around your boyfriend, squeezing him tightly with a squeal of joy," thank you!"

Matt smiles himself, turning around to wrap his arms snugly around your waist and pull you to his chest. Once again, his lips finds yours, enjoying the way your heartbeat follows its normal routine of beating lively with admiration; a sound he can never quite get tired of not that he ever wants to.

Playing with Bindi on the couch, you suddenly drop the old shoelace you've been dangling and look over to Matt as he sets the table," wait, did you call me 'Mrs. Murdock' earlier?"

…Well, you’re not the only one in this relationship who’s terrible at hiding secrets…

#matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil #fluff #x reader #reader insert #marvel

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twisted-tales-told · 1 month

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hi honey - maple harvest and amber!

Hi Linds!!! ILY!!

This ask game

First of all when I saw this I melted at honey because pet names make me die inside (in a good way)

Second of all, the second time I saw this I spent a full minute scanning the ask game for “honey”

Maple— a hobby you’ve always wanted to try but never have

I need to learn how to make clothing. I have a friend who knows how now & I need to absorb the skills second hand (Jackie if u see this I m looking at you)

What fictional character do you most identify with

James Potter. I am a James Potter girlie to the end of my DAYS. I don’t even care if I don’t seem like him. He’s mine.

Amber — share an unpopular opinion you have

I feel like I have a lot but also idk if they’re unpopular or if I just have good friends

TO PREFACE I AM ANTI-CENSORSHIP write what you want but that doesn’t mean I have to like it!! And I will be talking about things I Hate below this. Obviously not like. Directly at people because as said im anti-censorship

1. Snape is way way way wAYY more interesting to me that BCJ and I also like snape more than I like Barty. Like just because JKR was weird about him liking Lily doesn’t mean we have to keep that & you even that out a bit and you’ve got a VERY interesting character right there.

2. Regulus Black is NOT a slutty snarky dead inside sugar baby and it makes me ANGRY when people write him this way. I get livid about the current dominant characterization for Regulus SO MUCH. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all and tbh it’s 90% of why I left the fandom. Like truly it makes me so angry seeing him depicted this way. I have deep rage about it. This boy is a wet cat. In sophs words he is PRICKLY not PLUCKY. In Nats words he is SOGGY and a FREAK and a LOSER. He would not have friends in middle school. He is constantly living in the shadow of his cool older brother and wants to be like him and fails to recognize what is special about being himself.

Like James falling in love with him is entirely just James looking at the scraggliest most pathetic cat living in the woods behind his house and saying “yeah that’s mine”

And also regulus is mean to James because he’s scared of people leaving him not because Mean is one of his core character traits. Mean is nobody’s core character trait there’s always something behind the meanness and I rlly rlly hate when he Literally Bullies James. Like that’s not nice. I don’t like reading that personally it makes my chest hurt & not in a cute way.

ALSO the sugar baby trope doesn’t work when they’re both rich. That just doesn’t make sense. Regulus has more money than James and the only reason I think it’s written this way is—and same with Wolfstar—is because of heteronormative stereotypes. Which like if that’s what you want to be doing then fine okay go for it. I do hate it but if you care about my opinion then that rlly says more abt u & it is in fact a you problem.

3. I also have deep rage about the hc of James potter having BPD. I have seen it scrolling in the ao3 tags a couple times & like power to you ig but My neurodivergence that knows about psychology gets REAL mad about it because factually you’re just incorrect. Like BPD develops under very specific circumstances and I get really annoyed when that isn’t taken into account!!

You wanna talk BPD let’s talk Sirius Black, I am down to have that conversation.

But James Fleamont Potter does not have a single precursor to developing this personality disorder and it just gets to me. It gets to me okay? That’s my whole reasoning it just gets to me I hate when the psychology of a fic doesn’t make sense as to who the characters are at their core. In my head. So.

4. Learning to multi ship saves lives and if you’re not down for it at least a little bit then I do quietly think you’re gonna become one of those people who’s one day gonna be so close minded you’ll have the solutions to all ur problems appear on a plate in front of you and you’ll just be like “nah I’d have to leave my comfort zone”

5. Non fandom related…fun fact leaving your confort zone is a necessary part of life & you have to be willing to do so in order to learn, grow, and unlearn prejudice. So. Important skill to learn. Might as well start with ships.

ANYWAYS THIS GOT SO LONG

TL;DR: regulus characterizations in most fics rn make me ill, James potter deserves better than yall & so do i (not speaking of my beautiful lovely mutuals esp you Linds I am so sorry for unloading this on ur ask)

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dreamlandforever · 9 months

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@writersmonth Prompt: Day 5 - Sun

I have to be honest, this whole writing something everyday is getting harder and harder, and we haven't finished the first week yet. Either way, here's today's story:

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 1.6K

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V. Damsel in Distress

The sunlight coming through the window was illuminating Stiles’ notebook. He frowned slightly, unable to read some of his notes from the glare on his mechanical pencil. Before he was able to even move the notebook to avoid the glare, something covered the light and he was suddenly able to see what he had written in the notebook again. Stiles said nothing and continued reading, taking advantage of the fact that he could now read without trouble.

When they were in middle school, Scott would sit down and play with Stiles for a few minutes without saying anything. Once the first few games were won or lost, Scott would talk a mile a minute, much too fast for just anyone to understand, getting whatever was bothering him off his chest. So, Stiles gave him a full five minutes before his impatience got the best of him.

“You know, there’s an actual door downstairs.” He said, going for nonchalance but failing for a mile. The eagerness in his voice to find out why his best friend was there, especially entering his room via the window when he literally has a key, is more than obvious even if said best friend wasn’t a werewolf.

“You mean to tell me this isn’t one?” And the way that the joke falls flat makes Stiles turn for the first time to face his best friend.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, all business. Because if he’s learned anything the last few years is that things can go bad in an instant.

“Why did you do it?” Scott asked softly, stepping inside the room to sit in Stiles’ bed.

And Stiles should have really seen that coming. He moved carefully, being mindful of his leg. Ever since they were kids, Scott has always been the kind of kid to try and help anyone who might be injured. Showing any kind of pain right now will only make Stiles’ situation worse.

“You were in trouble.” Stiles said simply. Because to him, it made sense.

Scott knows him enough for the answer to be enough as well.

“Stiles, I am a werewolf.” He sounded a lot more wounded that Stiles had thought he would, but he waited him out. “I heal.” His voice was almost too low for Stiles to catch, but not quite.

“It still hurts, Scott. We are best friends. They tried to kill you.” He spoke slowly, as if he were explaining things to a child. Last night they had been attacked by hunters. They had gone after Scott, and he was distracted trying to get Liam away from the arrows and bullets, when one of them was standing right behind with a knife. Stiles did not have to think twice before standing right in the middle, taking a stab to his leg, but giving Scott and Liam enough time to get away. A wolfsbane laced stab wound would heal for him, and it might have meant something far worse for either of the wolves. Luckily for them, not much happened after that once Chris Argent had reached them and called the hunters off.

A lot more trigger happy hunters had been coming down to Beacon Hills since Gerard died, thinking there was no one around to guard the land. They usually don’t get into situations as dire as last night, but they had been caught off guard in the middle of the woods, only Isaac, Scott, Liam, and Stiles. They had been surrounded before they had a chance to realize what was going on.

“You don’t get in the middle of that!” Scott half-yelled, exasperated. “Maybe next time I’ll just kill you myself, it will go much faster!”

“It’s who we are!” Stiles was yelling now, but he wasn’t able to stop himself. “And I got stabbed in the leg, Scott, I wasn’t trying to hold my entrails inside. Which you have done before, might I add. You were in trouble, Scott. It’s not werewolves and humans, you know that. That doesn’t apply only to when I’m in trouble, or I speak up during a meeting. It applies all the time!” Scott’s face was enough for Stiles to know Scott knew that.

“I know.” He mumbled. “But when the hell did a stab wound become something normal, Stiles? It isn’t. You shouldn’t have to know what that feels like. Or how to treat it. Or how to keep it hidden, Stiles.”

“You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.” Stiles said solemnly.

“Don’t you dare quote Batman at me right now.” But there was a small smile on his face, even if he was trying his best to hide it.

“We are brothers, Scott. Your fight is my fight.”

“So you decided to be Daphne?”

“Hey! Daphne is a great addition. And I was not a damsel in distress. I was fully aware of what was going to happen. I made sure he hit the leg and not my spleen!”

“You’re our strategist, let me be the fighter, will you?”

Stiles doesn’t say anything, but he just smiles sadly at Scott. They both know they will be at this point again next time. Because they always do. Stiles will do what he has to, and Scott will worry.

“Why the window?” Stiles asked finally, standing in front of it and letting the sun bathe his face. It felt good after any kind of injury to remember that he was alive. That they had pulled through.

“Your dad was at the door having words with Derek.”

“WHAT?” Stiles asked, way louder than he had expected himself to be.

“Apparently, the Sheriff does know when you are limping, and he decided to blame Derek.”

“He wasn’t even there last night!”

“Derek was indeed trying to say that.” Scott conceded.

Stiles made a move to go downstairs, and Scott was immediately by his side acting as his crutch. Stiles just let it happen, and made it downstairs in half the time it would have taken him on his own.

The Sheriff looked at them from his position on the couch next to Derek, both with a beer in hand.

“It wasn’t Derek’s fault!” Stiles defended valiantly the moment both his feet were off the stairs.

Derek was by his side almost immediately, crouching down to check at his injury. Stiles fought him off, but Scott the Traitor moved to help Derek look while holding Stiles still.

“You'll be fine.” Derek said finally, standing back up and turning to the Sheriff. “He’ll probably limp for a few days, and it will take a few days for it to heal, but it’s mostly superficial. The hunter probably thought the wolfsbane would do the job, not the stab wound.”

The Sheriff nodded, before letting out a sigh. “Are the rest of the kids okay?”

Derek just nodded. “Chris got there in time. Stiles getting in the middle of whatever was happening was not… the worst thing. When they hurt a human it made them hesitate. Also, not having one of us be poisoned is always good.” He turned to Stiles then, brows furrowed. “That does not mean you get to pull shit like that again. Ever. You see a knife and you run the other way.”

Stiles was about to complain, but ended up remaining silent. He nodded with a smile. This dance he was familiar with, too. Somewhere in between trying to stay alive and becoming a Pack, Derek Hale had become a friend. A friend who worried. A friend his father had just yelled at.

“Wait! Why were the two of you having words?” He asked, confused.

Derek just shook his head. “I heard what happened, wanted to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed.”

“I didn’t.” Stiles answered immediately, like it hadn’t already been established.

Derek completely ignored him. “They told me you got stabbed and that Scott was sulking.”

“I wasn’t sulking!” Scott defended himself, dragging Stiles to a nearby chair.

“You so were, bro.” Stiles said. Because if Scott could betray him then so could he. Scott shot him a look, but still sat right next to him and helped him prop his leg high on another chair.

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t dying from gangrene and the Sheriff was on his way out. We just went over a few details of what happened.” Derek explained, the tip of his ears turning a very interesting shade of pink.

“I need you to be more careful.” The Sheriff said to Stiles, arms crossed over his chest.

“He’s not allowed to die on us.” Scott said solemnly, arm firm and unmoving from Stiles’ shoulder.

And the Sheriff just nodded, like that made sense. It didn’t make sense to Stiles.

But then Derek nodded too.

“He’s not.” He agreed.

“Glad we all established that?” Stiles asked nervously. “I want to go for a walk.” His leg hurt, and he was not going to spend all afternoon trying to understand what unspoken conversation and weird camaraderie thing was going on with his dad and one of the Alphas. He could focus on that when he felt no pain.

Derek rolled his eyes, but helped Scott by acting as Stiles’ crutch on his other side.

“We'll bring him back in a few minutes, when he gets tired.” Scott said to the Sheriff, guiding Stiles towards the door.

“Hey! I can so stand a lot more than a few minutes.” Stiles defended.

“Come on, let’s see if we can get you to tan a little.” Scott said, and Stiles followed obediently. His friends were okay, and he was going to be okay, too. He could deal with some awkward conversations every now and then if it meant they were all alive at the end of day.

#writersmonth2023 #writing prompt #jwritessometimes #teen wolf #pre-sterek #scott and stiles friendship

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