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I recently finished reading the third season of OG!OM and I had a miniature idea... How would Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos react if amab!MC told them that when the problems with the three worlds were resolved, he would like to marry them? (I may write with mistakes because I am using a translator, I apologize in advance ☆ｏ(＞＜；))
Thanks for the ask. I wrote based on the assumption that Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos are already in an established relationship with MC where marriage is a possibility, (but honestly, it'd probably be fun to write a less serious version, too). I don't know if these are headcanons or just poorly constructed shorts in headcanon format (oops), but I hope you like it.
M!MC tells them he wants to marry them when the three realms are at peace (Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos)
(MC/reader referred to as "man" "husband/future husband" "boyfriend" "fiance") (Diavolo will only be in red for ease of reading in this post primary colors woo)
(Lucifer x m!MC) (Diavolo x m!MC) (Barbatos x m!MC)
(Suggestive in for some parts)
Word Count: +1,900
Lucifer
You told Lucifer you wanted to marry him during one of his softer, more vulnerable moments: when you woke him up after he fell asleep during a long night of paperwork, exhaustion widening his smile upon seeing your face; on one of those rare mornings when he allowed himself to laze around in bed, pulling you in close and savoring the feel and scent of your body; or one of those other long nights when Lucifer’s breath hitched and the sweetest noises left him – it was all for you.
“When things are peaceful –” “Things are never peaceful with my brothers around.” “– when the three realms are stable and at peace, then, we should get married.”
“Oh?” he asked you with a gentle chuckle.
He didn’t believe you at first – not because he had never thought about marriage before. Lucifer assumed it was more likely that you wanted to tease him than that you would beat him to a marriage proposal. His adorable, handsome, wonderful boyfriend would never surprise him by doing something so endearing and unexpected. It just wasn’t – shit! Is he really proposing to me?
Lucifer waited for a teasing “just kidding” or some kind of retreat on your part. When it doesn’t come, his eyes widen, and the heat rises visibly on his cheeks. You really want to be his husband? He already suspected as much, but to have you take the initiative and ask him to marry you was more than he expected.
When Lucifer falls, it’s hard and deep. He knows you so well. He’s so certain of his love that it doesn’t even cross his mind that it could be too early in the relationship to get married.
He glosses over the entire “when the three realms are at peace” thing, because he’s too pleased. Lucifer buries himself in the nearest part of your body he can get to – likely your chest or neck. In part, he’s trying to hide the grin on his face and the blush on his cheeks, but even with his face hidden, you can see the pink tint painting the tips of his ears.
“We already have a pact, and now you want my hand?” he murmured against your skin, sounding almost shy. “Yes. When things are –” “Why w–” “Would you stop fucking interrupting me when I’m in the middle of proposing?!” “Sorry. Do it again. I’ll behave.” His eyes softened seductively. “Asshole.” “Only when you top – and only if you’re being degrading. Usually, I’m your adoring partner.” “Do you want me to propose again or not?” “I do. Try again.”
“Lucifer, when the three realms are united, will you marry me?” Lucifer stared at you, patiently. “Well?” “Why wait?” “What do you mean?” “Why wait for peace and unity? It doesn’t matter what state the realms are in. I want to be with you. I want to be your husband, and I want you to be mine. Marry me now.”
Lucifer would be so earnest and make his argument sound so logical – but maybe it’s easier to justify something you want, too. “I’m serious. I have faith in us – in Diavolo’s plan – but if anything happens, if it takes a long time, I don’t want to wait. I want you to be my husband.”
He would kiss you tenderly and hold you close until you agree not to put off your wedding for some indefinite amount of time. He’ll be ready to go tomorrow morning if that means he can start calling you his husband sooner. How did your proposal to Lucifer turn into a proposal from him?
He’s so possessive and pompous, of course he would be excited to make you his in a more official setting.
Diavolo
You would tell him when he was already on cloud nine: after another successful event that had incorporated elements from all three worlds or after a business deal that would further entrench the Devildom in human-world culture. He had just furthered his goals. You were proud of him. You loved him, and you knew you were going to stand by his side as he achieved his dream for peace and unity, so you told him, “When you succeed – when the realms are united in peace, I want to marry you.”
“Hahaha. You’re full of surprises.”
Diavolo laughs, but it isn’t to mock you. He’s delighted by the proposal – well, admission. He’s gotten requests for marriage before, but he’s never been so happy to hear that someone wanted to marry him. It was unexpected, but he adores that you can surprise him.
It isn’t lost on him that you didn’t actually ask him to marry you or that you were willing to wait an indefinite amount of time. Who knew how long it would take him to realize his dream, but you believed in him enough to wait. The fact that you just told him what you wanted without asking him felt like you were giving him the space and time to think about it, come back, and meet you with his own feelings about marriage. Maybe he was reading into it too much, but he didn’t feel pressured, and that was a comfort. You made him feel so free, supported, and loved.
Of course, he would love to make you his – give you the whole grand royal ceremony, mark you as his partner for the whole world to see, and give you the title of “king” to match his own (because in this speculative future, the throne is his by then; he’ll have earned it.).
You both understand why it would be best to wait for his success. It can be difficult enough to get approval and ensure your safety when everyone just thinks the Demon Prince has taken a human man as his lover. Marriage might cause more instability.
Furthermore, although he doesn’t expect his workload to disappear once peace is achieved, Diavolo hopes that ensuring peace takes more effort than maintaining it. If he’s going to marry you, he wants plenty of down time to travel with his new husband after the wedding. He wants enough free time in his day to cherish you and remind you of the love he holds for you. He wants to make sure he can kiss you, and hold you, and make love to you to both of your hearts’ content. (In other words, if Diavolo commits to being your husband, he needs to meet his daily physical affection quota or he will pout for a week.)
After taking a minute to process your words, Diavolo would pull you against him and press his forehead to yours. It wouldn’t matter if you were in public, either (not to Diavolo, at least. Barbatos would scold him about it being “inappropriate” later.). With a soft, sweet smile, he would tell you, “I better work harder then. I don’t want to keep you waiting too long.” Even if everyone was staring in your direction, he would take that moment to lean in and kiss you tenderly.
Suddenly, Diavolo would feel his ambition renewed. He’d even feel motivated to get home and start on some important plans and initiatives – unless you wanted to go home with him; in which case, he would take you to bed and resume his work in the morning. Nothing could light a fire under him like his beloved partner.
After your proposal, he may occasionally flirt with you by calling you “my fiancé” or “my future husband,” but he’ll only do that in private.
Barbatos
There is no ideal time to drop the news on Barbatos that you want to marry him, which probably plays to your benefit when you tell him while he’s working. You were shadowing him – probably assisting in the kitchen or giving him a hand with some light chores (dusting, organizing, laundry, etc.). “When Lord Diavolo succeeds in uniting the three realms, do you think we could get married?”
Barbatos’s eyes would widen, and he would stop his work for a second. Even if he had used his powers, he never would have believed that this would be the path you would follow. Barbatos took in a deep breath and released it along with the tension in his body before he resumed his work. “No.”
It was your turn to pause. You hadn’t expected such a flat-out rejection, and it hurt. “Oh.” “I’m sorry, MC.” “No, it’s fine. . . but, do you mind if I ask you why not? Are we – do you not love me enough for marriage?”
Now, Barbatos felt hurt. It’s not that he didn’t love you deeply; in fact, Barbatos imagined his love for you was more eternal than most marriages claim to represent. He would vow his love to you under the moon and swear to that celestial body that his love would outlast it. The truth was much sadder.
Barbatos has a duty to serve Diavolo. It seems like the logical conclusion that he would never commit to marriage before Diavolo’s goals were achieved. You were willing to wait, but Barbatos knew that, and he was reluctant to let you.
Without using his powers, Barbatos has no idea how long it would take for that to happen. In the meantime, he wants you to enjoy life. He doesn’t want you waiting around for him for decades or centuries (because he has no intention of allowing you to limit your life to normal human lifespans). If you want to get married, and he doesn’t feel able to do that for you, Barbatos would rather see you marry someone else – certainly, you have no shortage of suitors. (We can all ignore that this is an idiotic reason, right?)
However, the main reason he turned you down is because he believes you deserve the world. Even after the realms are stable, Barbatos will still be bound to Diavolo. Maintaining that peace takes effort as well. Furthermore, Barbatos enjoys his work, and he would never give it up. His time for you would always be lacking. Surely, you would expect more from him after marriage. That wasn’t something Barbatos could give you.
He would tell you as much. “. . . That is why I must decline your proposal.” “Why? Because I’d have to wait, and you would still work for Diavolo?” “Those are not ideal conditions for a husband. You deserve more.” “First of all, we fuck under your boss’s roof. Second, we are different species from different realms. Nothing about our circumstance is ‘ideal.’ Third, I love you, and I love how our relationship works. I would never take you away from Lord Diavolo’s side. I just wanted to cement my love for you with a silly little ceremony – it’s not that important. I will stand by you, and I’ll love you then as I do now – regardless of marriage.”
Barbatos could feel his face flush with heat. He was overjoyed and overwhelmed. “We have yet to even form a pact.” “Yet? And we don’t have to have a pact if you don’t want one.” “Goodness, you are far too accommodating. May I make a proposal of my own?”
Barbatos would pull you into his arms (he had ceased working altogether after “your boss’s roof.”) and whisper into your ear. “I was wrong. I want all of you for myself. Wait for me. When success is in our grasp, I will mark you, and seal our pact. After that, I’ll make you my husband.”
He’ll sound so tender and seductive. So of course, it’s the perfect time to tease him by saying, “Then I can fuck my husband under his boss’s roof.” “Not if I take you out in the garden. After all, you look stunning in the moonlight.”
#requests#moonly-hides#lucifer#diavolo#barbatos#m!mc#ask#obey me headcanons#I think? I'm calling them headcanons okay#I hope that I wrote Lucifer as the most down-bad pathetic whimpering baby boy like he deserves#obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos
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Can I ask a Paul Atreides x Older Brother reader when Paul is constantly used as a cocksleeve?
Done.
Brother's Property
Paul Atreides x Male Reader
TAGS: Incest, Non-con, Fingering, Public Sex, Deepthroating, Face-fucking, Anal Sex
XXX
Your mother walks into the dining room, clearly expecting someone else, if the look on her face is anything to go by.
“Y/n, have you seen Paul?”
You give a strained smile, not because you have anything to hide, but because you are simmering.
You hate her, she refuses to teach you the voice, but teaches your younger brother.
“I haven’t, Mother,” You say, just barely containing any “crude” comments.
You two stare at each other for a moment before she hums and leaves, leaving you alone. Well, not completely alone.
Looking underneath the table, you see who she was looking for, your younger brother Paul, taking your cock down his throat.
Paul looks up at you, his face turning red as he tries to make no sound.
With a smug smile, you pet his head, pushing him down just a bit more.
“Look at you, Paul, not making a sound. Looks like my lessons are working.”
Shaking, he loses control and chokes, unfortunately breaking the silence. You lose your smile and Paul knows what happens next, he’s already hard.
You grip his hair and yank him off your cock and as he coughs, you stand.
“I told you not to make a sound, Whore.” You hold his head against the table, hissing down at him.
He doesn’t even need to be told anymore, he simply opens his mouth, his tongue hanging out, inviting your length in.
You don’t give him any warning, shoving into his mouth, his tongue still out. His head hits the table’s edge the first few thrusts before he just leans back, pliant. Hands balling in his hair, you shove yourself down his throat, never letting up.
“Khlk Khlk Khlk!” Paul gags, his hands twitch as if to push you away, but he continues taking his punishment.
You feel his tight throat convulsing as he chokes, you don’t care, focusing on your own pleasure, obviously he is too, his tongue moves to tease your balls.
“Heh, what would mother think, Paul? He sweet Paul, choking on his brother’s cock like the whore he is.”
He looks up at you and forces himself to your crotch. You curse as he forces himself to take you to the hilt again and again, his tongue now licking your balls like a treat.
Pulling him back to against the table, you pinch his nose, pull back to your tip and ram yourself to the hilt, fucking his throat.
You’re reminded of when you first began your relationship. You barged into his room after hearing of his lessons with mother. As he demanded you to leave, your pants were already gone and in the next moment, he was choking on your cock, tears running down his face.
Now he takes you like a pro, only gagging when you get particularly angry, and guzzling down your hot cum like a sweat drink.
With a few hard thrusts, his head banging against the table, you slam into his throat and release your anger into him.
“Khhk Khhk!” Paul coughs as your cum leaks out the corners of his mouth and onto his naked body.
Breathing heavy, you feel your cock get soft in his mouth before you decide to take it out.
Paul kneels before, cum dripping from his mouth, his face still a bit red, his hair a mess, his lithe body covered in sweat and your spunk.
You almost get hard again.
Picking his clothes up from where you sat, you clean your cock before throwing them at him.
“Get dressed little brother, Mother is looking for.” You leave him there.
XXX
“These are sacred,” Paul half-heartedly hisses.
You’re leaning over Paul as he rests his hands against one of these “sacred” palm trees, his pants around his ankles, his ass shown to you and the night.
“And, little brother?” You spanks him before gripping his cock. “You seem pretty excited. Do I excite you, brother?”
“Aahh,” He moans at your touch. You do excite him, so does this situation.
He lets out a grunt, as you sink into him.
You lean back, appreciating the sight of your cock in his ass, especially in the moonlight. You grab his shoulders, pull back, his low moans filling your ears, then thrust into him. The skin slapping sounds slowly increase as you speed up.
“Aaahh aahh,” Paul quietly moans, his arms shaking from the waves of pleasure.
His ass tightens around your cock and you stop, knowing his tell.
Reaching around, you tightly grip his cock and he whimpers.
“I didn’t give you permission, Cock Slut.” You spank him hard as releases puffs of shaky air.
“Got that?”
You give him another spank before he nods.
“Y-yes, Y/n,” He stutters.
You spank him again before playing with his ass, still gripping his twitching cock. You softly leave him empty before once again filling him with hard thrusts.
“You. Can’t. Even. Follow. Simple. Directions. Can you, Paul?” You grunt, slamming into him with every word.
“Hah I ca-An, Brother,” Paul whimpers, clawing at the tree.
Growling, you speed up, feeling his prostate, you relentlessly hit it, hearing your brother moaning into the night, unable to be quiet any longer.
“Y/N! Y/N slow down, please!” He cries out.
“Shut up.”
You feel his cock sporadically twitching in your grip. You are forced deeper into him as Paul falls against the tree, moaning against the bark.
“F-fuck me! Fuck me, brother!” He begs you.
Chuckling, you continue fucking his tight hole and before longer, you fill him with your cum.
Pushing him off your cock, he slides to the ground, still not cumming, but close.
He turns to face you, laying against the tree.
“Why are you looking at me, brother?” You pretend to not know and think for a moment. “Fine, you have my permission. Finish yourself off.”
With a grateful look and a shaking hand, Paul grabs his cock and jerks himself, looking up at you, bathed in the moon’s light. His breathing quick, his body shaking as he jerkily strokes himself. His eyes screw shut …and you stop him.
“Turn around,” You command.
On unsteady limbs, he turns to face the tree, and you lean against his back.
“These trees are dry, little brother. Quench their thirst, give them your royal seed. Cover these sacred trees in your cum.”
Jerking himself off to your voice, Paul doesn’t stop despite knowing he should. Whimpering, he does as you ordered and cums on the tree.
You pet his head as he lets out small sobs.
You grab his hair and force him to look at you. “Come on, Little Brother, we still have nineteen more sacred trees.”
XXX
Paul is startled awake as you cover his mouth.
Gesturing him to be quiet, you motion to your mother, also in the tent. “Don’t wanna wake her, do you?”
“Y/n, n-not right now, please,” Paul begs.
You have a blank face as you slowly grab his hand and raise it above his head. Your other hand is on his face, your thumb rubbing his lips.
“What did you say, Little Brother,” You say, looming over him.
You remove your father’s ring from his finger and put it on, showing him.
“You are not to wear this ring when you are with me, you know why?” Despite his look, you feel Paul’s cock growing hard. “I’m in charge, Paul, not you.”
Your thumb slips between his lips and he sucks on it.
“I own you, Paul. You are mine, you are my hole to fuck whenever, however. You were made for it.”
You slip your thumb from his lips and beneath his pants, slipping it into him.
Paul quivers, his eyes shutting as he grabs onto your shoulders.
Curling your thumbs, you command, “Look at me.”
“Take off your clothes.”
He does. Leaving himself exposed to you, you once again gaze upon his lithe body, covered in sweat as it, it’s still appealing. The way his stomach clenches as you finger him, it tempts you.
He lets out a gasp as you bite his collar. You hurriedly remove your pants with one hand. With them discarded somewhere, you spit in your hand and rub it on your cock.
You stretch him open with your thumb and push into him. Paul silently groans, trying to not wake mother.
“Command her to not wake up, Paul.” He looks at you, his gaze hazy. “Do it.”
Swallowing, he commands your mother to not wake up.
“Let me hear you, brother. Let me hear my cock hungry baby brother moan as he takes my cock,” You say, grinding deep inside him.
Hesitantly, he lets out a muffled cry before letting go.
“AAAAHHH! Fuck! Fuck me, Y/n! Fuck your slutty brother, please!”
He has tears running down the sides of his face as he stares up at the tent, his legs wrapping around you.
Your hands explore his body, grabbing and pinching him, just to hear him moan your name, just to get him to tighten around you, just because you can.
He’s yours.
Snapping your hips against his ass, you cum into him and watch as he covers himself in his own cum, not once stopping, his mouth agape, moaning in ecstasy.
Barely holding yourself up on your elbows, you use your ringed finger to swipe up some of his cum, covering your father’s ring in his son’s cum, before putting it in his mouth.
“Clean up your cum.”
Paul sucks and licks your finger clean and when you remove it, the ring seems to shine.
You chuckle. “Let’s continue shall we.”
Paul just lays there as you bring the spit covered finger to his entrance and shove both finger and ring into him.
It was a long night for him and a very pleasurable one for you.
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Destiny's Foul Play
# DracoXReader
Summer: Separated for 5 and half years now, Y/N and Draco have left eachother in the past with no string left to pull them together or so he thought.
Y/N knew otherwise.
But secret can't hide for long, specially when it breaths and lives under the same sky as him.
Will he get them back or will it be one of destiny's sick joke on them.
Warning:
MDNI, Angst, Mature themes, smut, not proofread.
A/n: No character belongs to me. Just unwind into our shared misery and musings with a smutty Draco angst.
Hope you enjoy. First attempt, please be gental.
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Ch1 Unexpected Thunders
A shiver ran past Sophie's spine at the unexpected thunder that roared from the heavens above. Storms have always been hard for your precious princess.
"Oh babie mamma is right here. Do you want me to pat you to sleep" you cooed.
"Can we keep the lamp lit?"
"Well of course my little moondrop."
Sophie smiled at the mentioned of the nick name. Out of all words of endearment you shower upon her, she loved moondrop the most. It reminded her of her perfectly platinum hair and odd moon colour eyes.
But then you saw her smile fade. Her eyes left you, staring far-off to anything she can find in the dim room, not wanting to face you.
"Would dad like my odd eyes?" Sophie whispered softly.
Your heart stopped. Now, you not wanting to meet her innocent grey eyes. But you did, how could you not. It was his eyes after all.
Why?!
Why did your little Sophie get his eyes? His eyes?! Those warm moonlit orbs that hid so much love. Cold stone on the outside, but when it was just the two of you, you sore he made speechless vows of care, hurt, lust, fear and Hope. But all in vain you thought.
You could feel him from here. His touch, smell, smirk, and the gaze that crawles under skin skin. What kind of sick joke of destiny was it! Things you want to forget always chasing you, looking deep into your eyes with so much hope. It made your stomach churn uncomfortably. But you composed yourself, for Sophie.
"Without any doubt love. I think, he would smirk proudly on the fact you take after him and show off at every occasion! And never call them odd! They are....
You kissed her forehead gently.
"Umm...moonly!" You said tapping a finger on your chin.
"That is not an actual word mommy!" Sophie giggled.
And that shine in her eyes was back... oh did she just smirked like him! You felt warmth in your heart. Your relationship might have been a curse, but look at the blessing it left.
How can something so beautiful and healing come from what hurts you inside... what a sick joke of destiny you thought.
You crawled in with her, patting her to sleep. Your eyes soften when you see her drifting into soothing slumber. After placing a gental kiss on her forehead and wishing her good night you almost left.
Almost.
That is when Sophie's innocent questions stab your heart again:
"Did you called dad moondrop too!"
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Go away from my life.
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"Tell me momma! Please!"
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Stop! Leave me alone now!
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"Yes love" is all you could said finally seeing Sophie shifting into a deep sleep.
The way back to your room felt like eternity. Once back in your room, you flop into your soft bed. Staring at the ceiling with you hallow dry eyes. Unable to ignore the pain in your chest you clenched the bedsheet underneath.
"Please leave me alone Draco" you whisper like a prayer.
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4.49 am.
Draco grey eyes flashed open trying to adjust to the dimly lit room at his apartment. Sweat-dripped hair falling gorgeously on his forehead. He sat up on the bed wearing just his grey sweatpants. His soft sheets hanging from the bed halfway.
His heart ached.
Lungs burned.
Mouth ran dry.
Stop! Leave me alone now! He wondered blankly.
He tried to pace down his breathing while his toned arms reached for a glass of water from the bed stand.
If the ladies saw him now with is perfectly toned body panting so hard, they would drool after him wanting to be filled up under him. But, his mind way on Y/N Y/L/N.
"Why don't you leave me alone love" he grumbled softly under the roaring thunders outside.
He dreamt of you, again.
Once again.
Third night in a row to be frank.
"Fuck" he cursed under his l breath.
All these years and you still occupied his mind. You were back into his lavish bedroom, straddling yourself across his hips. His hands on your hips as you slowly grinded on his clothed manhood.
Parting your plum lips you whisper sweet-nothings in his ears. Calling out his name as you kissed him downwards, sucking and gently biting.
Ohhh damn his kitten loved to bite he remembers. What a nightmare to be awake without you after he dreamt of you in those sluty night gowns displayed in the scandalous magazine pages.
"Not again Y/N" he spoke while palming his cock from above. Trying to fight the urge back. Trying to forget you tonight. But all in vain.
He could remember your smell, the way your lips felt around his cock and the way you moaned and whimper seductively everytime he thrusted into your soft warm mouth.
Unable to resist any longer, his hands went up and down on his hard thick cock. He remembered every curve of your body, the way your breasts moved, the way you arch your back when he just went in way to deep for you.
"Ahh... Draco there... Yes right there"
He warned himself to stop.
"Don't Stop" he imagined you moaning. "Fuck me up baby. Fuck this pussy that only belongs to you, Draco"
That was it. His last bit. He didn't even try to hold back and tighten his grip as he hand-fucked himself harder. A grumbling moan left his lips as let out his hot thick orgasm.
"Fuck you Y/N" he cursed under his breath in slight frustration and anger.
His back fell on the headstand of his bed. You fucked is mind too much for him to admit to himself. But this needs to stop.
Taking a glance at the clock he got up to take a shower. It was 5.03 now, the board meeting would be at 10.00 am but he needs you off his mind. For good now.
Walking into the cool shower, he let his hands into his hair, head facing down he let out a frustrated sigh.
"Leave me alone Y/N. Please." He begged desperately like a sinner.
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Witch of the Moon- Chapter Four: I make Friends with Monsters
Me, Gloria and Harriet walked down the hallway and into the assembly room.
Principal Le Torneau looked at us.
"Have a seat, you three," she said, "you're just in time." "For what?" I asked curiously. We sat down next to Natalia and the others.
"Tonight is the Midnight Moonflower Ritual," Natalia said excitedly. I saw Eliza wave at me and I waved back with a smile.
Once we sat down, I saw Opalina Hunt and a few other professors standing on the stage. Principal Le Torneau stepped up to the podium and waved her hand, signaling for the students to quiet down.
"Dear witches," she began, "as many of you know, tonight is very important. For tonight begins the Midnight Moonflower Ritual."
Excited chatter rose around me but the principal quickly calmed them down. "Yes, yes, we're all very excited to see what the Spirits have in store for our futures," she chuckled, "but the professors and I will still take precautions and make sure every student here is safe."
I looked at the Professors, wondering who they were.
Gloria tapped my shoulder and pointed to a second teacher standing by Miss Hunt. She had umber brown skin, hazel brown hair and clear blue eyes. A Cobra was wrapped around her shoulders.
"That's Cleo Shackleton," Gloria whispered, "she teaches us how to talk to spirits; specifically dead people and animals. Her daughter, Tabitha Shackleton, comes to school here."
I nodded.
Miss Hunt looked at me then looked away. I fidgeted a little as I listened to Principal Le Torneau speak.
"Once every young witch has completed their ritual, there will be a celebration feast in your honor," she said. The crowd burst into applause and cheers.
After the assembly ended, everyone started talking excitedly about tonight.
I sighed as I started to follow Gloria and the others but I nearly yelped when someone's hand landed on my shoulder.
"Apologies for scaring you," Miss Hunt said and I looked up at her, startled.
"But... I would like to warn you, Youngblood, that even the path into the Realm of Demons will be difficult. Don't let your heart lead you astray," she said, gently patting my shoulder before walking away.
I blinked in confusion and I rubbed the back of my neck with a frown. While I tried to consider her words, I couldn't help but feel like she was hiding something.
And something else didn't feel right to me.
When night fell, I was standing with Natalia who looked equally as nervous as I was. I looked around.
"I'm so excited!" A girl whispered to her friend, "what demon are you gonna see?" "I don't know! I just hope it's friendly."
I looked at Natalia, "what demon are you gonna see?"
"Probably a fox," she chuckled, "seeing those kinda runs in the Dupree family."
She had a point. The Dupree witches were always good with foxes. And fire.
I thought back to my mom. I couldn't help but wonder what demon she had summoned during the Midnight Moonflower Ritual. I looked at my hands.
Would I even be able to summon it?
I swallowed nervously and Natalia looked at me before she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You're gonna do great," she said with a reassuring smile.
I smiled a little and nodded and glanced around. Everyone was wearing black robes.
Principal Le Torneau stepped forward, "may the moon bless this ritual and the souls of all witches. May their blood be strong and the demons they summon ordained to their will. And may their covenant bring them prosperity for generations to come."
Miss Hunt lifted her hand. "First, Mabel Queen... and Paige Youngblood."
I felt my shoulders tense and Natalia gently squeezed my hand. I silently exhaled before I walk forward to a door. Miss Hunt gave me a look that silently told me, 'be careful... and good luck.'
I gave a slight nod before I opened the door, pushed it open and stepped into the chamber. I heard the door close behind me and I glanced back at it.
I didn't know why I was so jumpy. I looked back at the stained glass. The moonlight shined through it, giving the room a calm but eerie feeling.
I looked at the symbol. I could never understand how people made them so fast. Maybe it was already done and waiting for the youth to use it.
I sat down in front of it before I hugged my knees to my chest. "Why does it feel so... wrong?" I whispered to myself. I looked at the stained glass and I saw the moon.
"There must be something I'm doing wrong," I said, "can't you just... tell me what it is? Because my mom has done everything before I was born."
I looked back at the symbol.
"I'm here now," I sighed, "the least you can do, Moon, is... tell me... tell me why."
I looked back at the Moon. A part of me wanted an answer but I knew I wasn't going to get it. I felt my heart sink and I looked back at the symbol.
I took a breath and exhaled before I held my hands out and closed my eyes, concentrating on what I wanted to do.
I felt lighter. Lighter than I normally would be. I opened my eyes with a gasp and looked around. I widened my eyes.
The grass was glowing silver and the sky was a purplish-white color. A few feet away from where I was stood a large statue that looked like a winged wolf that was covered in thorns. There were odd designs engraved into the wolf's back.
I slowly reached out towards the statue.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I spun around to see the woman from before. She was sitting on a small plateau. Her hair was tied up in a bun.
Her eyes landed on me and she smiled. "We meet again, Paige Youngblood," she said.
I stumbled a little, surprised. "Y-you know who I am?" I squeaked. She chuckled, "are you truly surprised by that, my dear? Every demon in the Inferno Isles knows you."
I blinked and looked around. "The... Inferno Isles? Is this... your realm?"
"Oh no, my dear," she said and I looked back at her. She waved her hand and flowers grew at an amazing speed.
"But this is my realm," she said, "I am the only one who controls what grows and what withers here. Flowers and plants, so to speak."
I stared at the plants in awe. I looked at her and she placed a lily in my hair.
"There," she said, caressing my face, "perfect." I felt my face heat up.
She chuckled softly and gently booped me on the nose before she sat back down on the plateau. She clapped her hands together and looked at me.
"You brought yourself to me, dear," she said, "what would you like from me?" "I never got your name," I said, flustered.
Her eyes softened and she hummed softly. "I am afraid I do not have one," she said and she closed her eyes for a moment.
"Would you like to give me a name?" She asked and I blinked in surprise. For a demon, she was being absolutely calm with my presence. My expectations were low but I knew that it wasn't going to be hard.
I did something right.
"Camille," I said, "I like the name Camille." She opened her eyes and smiled.
"I love it," she said and she held her hand out to me. I slowly placed my hand in it and squeaked as she suddenly yanked me forward and I looked up at her, eyes wide and face red.
She chuckled softly as she slowly leaned forward and her lips met mine. My eyes grew wide as saucers and I slowly leaned into her.
She wrapped her arms around my waist. After a few moments, she pulled away, leaving me to gasp for air.
She lifted my head up. "Until next time, little gem," she whispered before a bright light filled my vision and I sat up with a soft gasp.
I looked around, startled. I was in my dorm room.
"How did I...?" I murmured and I could hear excited voices outside. I looked out the window and saw a whole bunch of students gathered outside. They looked like they were having fun.
I frowned in confusion and squeaked when the door opened and I looked to see Miss Hunt and Principal Le Torneau come in.
"I'm glad to see you're awake, Miss Youngblood," Principal Le Torneau smiled with relief as she made her way over to me.
"What happened?" I asked. "You completed the ritual but you didn't come out of the chamber," Miss Hunt said, "we found you passed out. It... it must have been a lot."
"It...," I paused and felt my cheeks turn red, "it felt like a lot."
"Gloria and Harriet helped carry you to your dorm," Principal Le Torneau chuckled, "Natalia was worried about you."
"I hope I didn't ruin anything," I said. "Nonsense," she replied, waving her hand, "everyone completed their ritual and as you saw, they are extremely happy about it. Feel free to join them. But I would continue resting if I were you."
I nodded and me and Miss Hunt watched her leave.
Miss Hunt looked back at me. "I hope you're doing well," she said. I nodded, "I'm okay, Miss Hunt. I promise."
She stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down. Then she nodded, "alright. Your friends are waiting for you."
She walked out of the room. I got up and got dressed. I exhaled in relief. It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and my chest.
I smiled happily and danced around the room before laying back on my bed with a giggle. "I did it! I did it," I smiled as I looked at the ceiling. Then my eyes widened as I quickly remembered what Camille did.
I shot upright and covered my face with a muffled squeal. A Demon kissed me. Kissed me!
I didn't know what to feel but my main feelings were excitement, fondness, curiosity and fear.
I smiled softly before I got up and went outside. "Paigey!" Marley, Charlotte and Serenity hug me tight. I laugh, "hi, girls."
"Glad you could make it," Joanna chuckled, holding a cup of fruit punch. I chuckle as I take the cup.
"Like I would miss a party."
Gloria chuckled. "You're light as a feather."
I playfully smacked her shoulder and she grinned. Harriet snickered. "Be nice, girls," she said playfully.
"Haven't even downed a cup and we're already acting like we're drunk," Tasha snickered. Iris smiled, "maybe they spiked the punch."
"The Academy's too high up their asses to do that," Charlotte huffed. Kaitlin chuckled as she leaned against the wall, "don't let the principal hear you say that."
I looked around as I tuned out the other girls' conversations. I could see Mabel scowling and talking with her friends, Tabitha, Vanessa and Bridget.
I tilted my head as I watched. I glanced around before I caught a glimpse of a light. I narrow my eyes and I walk towards it.
I turn round the corner and I stop in my tracks. There was a nineteen year old girl standing near the shadows. She had pale porcelain skin and blonde hair that was streaked with white. She looked in my direction and her eyes were glowing a bright green.
I stared at her, "who... who are you?"
Her eyes narrowed and a snow white snake curled around her arm. It lifted it's head, eyes glowing as green as hers, and it hissed at me.
I step back, startled. The girl runs her finger across her familiar's scales and looked at me before she gave me a dark grin.
I blinked and the girl was gone. I blink a few times and looked around nervously. I rub my eyes and yelp when Gloria gently grabbed my shoulder.
"Hey, hey, it's just me," she said quickly, "you okay?" "Y-yeah...," I sighed, "I thought I saw someone. Let... let's head back."
She nodded and we walked back to join the others.
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"You are a werewolf and everyone in the village knows. When its nearing the full moon they all help you baricade yourself in your home since you are the only wheat farmer in town. Everything was fine until some self righteous lord takes over and demands not only your land but your home as well."
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"Allen killed his first deer yesterday - he wants you to have it."
I look up from my tea, surprised. "I hadn't realized he was old enough to go hunting yet. How big are we talking?"
"Oh, nothing much. It's just a full-grown buck, weighing shy of 270 pounds with an 8-point rack."
"270!" I sputter, tea almost coming out of my nose. The bastard timed that bit of information too well. "Paulie, I can't accept that. Winter is coming. His family will - "
"His family has already agreed to give it to you." Paulie - or 'Little Paul' as he's called by the folks in the village - interrupts what's gearing up to be a fully reasoned argument as to why I cannot accept such a fine offering. "Mary considers it a good omen that he got it right before the moon."
I look down towards my tea again. I'm not one to believe in omens, but even I find the timing of a 12 year old killing a full-grown buck on his first hunting trip now of all times to be suspicious. Allen's family has been very kind to me since I came out about my 'Moonly Issues', and I would be a fool to turn away such a thoughtful gift. Mary would probably tan my hide and put it in the entryway of their home as a warning to others about accepting the kindness of your neighbors.
However, I've never been one to give in easily. "Tell them I'll pay them the full value after the moon."
Paulie's blue eyes dance with restrained laughter. "You're welcome to tell them that yourself. I'd rather avoid the lecture."
He takes a long sip of his warmed cider, his preferred drink during autumn. This year, the season seems to be rushing towards winter faster than anyone wants. Being this close to the Full Moon makes me more susceptible to the cold, so I've wrapped my hands around my own tea and desperately wish to bury myself in about four thick blankets.
"Cold?" Paulie asks, a look of understanding crosses his face as I reluctantly nod. "This weather is miserable. I'll get with the twins to make sure you have extra blankets when you wake up tomorrow."
I sigh. The twins will probably make sure I have every blanket in town if they have their way. "Please try to temper their enthusiasm. You know how they get."
"I know. Cara and I will supply the blankets. That should ensure you only have to deal with a small mound of covers rather than an avalanche."
I laugh. "Thanks, Paulie. What would I do without you?"
"Mmm... you'd survive. We're just happy to look after you. Mark is just glad you're making use of the old property. He's willing to sell it to you for a fair price."
I shake my head. "I have no need for two properties. My little homestead is just fine. It's just a little..."
Paulie scratches his scruffy beard while he hums in understanding. "You know how Tall John installed those new iron-bound wooden doors to both your home and this house? All the reading he and Jacob have done says that should be enough to keep you locked in during the change, but I respect your desire to keep a healthy distance from the town."
"It's not that I don't appreciate their research," I say while looking around the sparsly furnished room. I don't need much this time of the month and had been forced to spend more time than I thought I would arguing with Mark that, no, I didn't need a better bed. I'd probably just destroy it. "It's just that I don't want to risk anyone. You've all been very kind."
"Of course we are!" He grins. "If it wasn't for you, Suzi might not have made it through last winter. Plus, the grain you stored away kept the whole village fed when the meat ran out. We're just returning the favor."
I look down to hide my blush. I had only been doing what was right. There was no reason to hoard all that extra grain when it would feed the village. As for Suzi - Paulie's youngest - she had been ill off and on all winter, and it seemed that fresh meat helped. It hadn't been that much of a hardship to get as far from civilization as possible during the Full and hunt.
Taking care of the Pack is instinct for the Wolf, after all.
"It was nothing, Paulie." I say. "I was happy to help."
"And we're happy to look after you." Paulie replies. "Now, do you need anything before I go and tell Allen the good news?"
I think about it a moment. The town always makes sure that there is plenty of tea to drink and books for me to read while I wait for moonrise. I prefer to lock myself away the whole day of the Full Moon - not because I'm dangerous the whole day, but because I'm always so blasted cold even during the height of summer and it makes my joints ache something fierce.
Others with my affliction say it's different for everyone - some are more sensitive to the chilled pull of the moon than others. Many say it's a sign of strength, with the more spiritual saying that the moon blesses her chosen to sense her power even during the day so that they can pull on it if the need arises.
I just find it to be entirely uncomfortable. So, I hide away in the cabin, downing cups of near scalding tea while wrapped in the warmest sweater I own in an attempt to stave off the chill.
"Another blanket if you don't mind. Oh, and if you can ask Big Paul to place something heavy in front of the door after you're done bringing things over, that would be great."
Paulie doesn't roll his eyes, but I can tell he's considering it as he stands. I have always found it ironic that the town calls Paulie 'Little Paul' despite being 6 feet tall and 250-odd pounds. Then again, 'Big Paul' is 5 inches taller and at least 50 pounds heavier.
"Don't I always? I already planned on speaking with Paul anyway. I'll need his help to bring the buck over. Sucker is heavy."
"You do know they invented this new device. I've heard it's called a wagon. Means you don't have to drag the beast all the way here." I tease.
"I'm familiar." He drawls, standing in the doorway. "However, would you like to bring that beast in here yourself?"
"No, thank you!" I rush to say. No way would I be able to bring that inside. Plus, that would mean going outside where it is cold.
"Then hush. I'll be back in a while."
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"Oh dear. Why do you always insist on sleeping on the floor? I have it on good authority that even dogs enjoy sleeping on the bed."
I roll over and open my eyes, squinting them in the light. I feel vaguely hungover and my body aches some. The change last night must not have been as awful as it could have been. I've had better ones, but on average, this one wasn't terrible. Lonely, but not painful.
"Bed is awkward when you're 7 feet of gangly Wolf limbs." I reply to the voice. "Floor is easier."
"Hmph. Sure it is! Maybe we'll just have to make you a bigger bed then!"
"Ugh, no." I roll over to face the voice, almost rolling into a pool of blood. I almost panic for a second - did someone get in? - when I remember the deer. That would explain the mess and why I only feel like I drank too much last night rather than like I'm recovering from a terrible illness.
"No? Don't tell me this is some sort of 'Punishment' thing! Just because some idiots think that your illness is some sort of 'Divine Retribution' for whatever sin your ancestors committed doesn't mean you don't deserve to be comfortable." Eva - one half of the brown eyed, brown haired Harrison twins - is looking down at me with a look of mild disappointment.
"No. It's practical." I say, sitting up. At some point, one of them must have put 3 blankets over me. I'm thankful and wrap myself in one. Not that there is any shame in my naked form, and the twins would scold me if I even considered it, but it takes a couple hours for the moon's chill to recede. "I'll just tear at a mattress with my claws trying to get comfortable."
"Hmm..." she squints at me. She doesn't buy it, but isn't going to argue with the only Werewolf she knows over the matter. Especially when there are more important issues. "Are you hungry?"
"I could eat."
"Hah! You sure? You certainly gorged yourself last night!" Eva gestures to the bloodied mass on the floor next to me.
I shrug self-consciously. The Wolf is always such a messy eater. "Transformation takes a lot out of you."
"Well, Lacey will get something fried up for you. Won't you, Lace?" Eva looks over to the small kitchenette in the corner where her twin is standing by the stove, eyebrow arched in challenge.
Lacey doesn't rise to the bait, which is odd. If there is anything that the twins enjoy more than hovering over me after the full moon, it's arguing with each other. They will argue over anything and everything. They find it to be good fun - everyone else just finds it bewildering.
Eva is also disconcerted by the lack. "Lacey! Won't you start breakfast for our dear doggy pal here? I'd do it, but I'm cleaning up deer viscera."
"What? Oh, sure! What sounds good, dear?" Lacey seems to be trying to shake off whatever is distracting her with limited success, considering she - with her well-known sensitive disposition - doesn't even acknowledge the mention of deer guts on the floor.
"Now I know something is wrong. What's gotten into you?" Eva almost sounds concerned rather than irritated, but only just.
"Oh, it's that notice on the community board. The one about the Lord."
"What notice?" I ask, gathering my blanket around me while standing up and making my way to the little table. The aches are easing - I'll have to come up with something nice to give to Allen if he won't accept payment for the buck.
"The one they put up today about how our village is being given to some Lord or another." Eva says, tone unimpressed and hands covered in gore. "All that means is our taxes fill a different coffer is all."
"That's not what Marcie is saying! She's heard of this Lord Ransom. Apparently, he was given ownership over another village and he either bought out the villagers' homes or harrassed them into leaving."
"Lace, I know you like the girl, but where would Marcie have heard anything about a Lord? She barely leaves her house!" Eva exclaims in disbelief, hands flying up.
I flinch back as some blood lands on my face. I'm sure my face is already a bloody mess, but I don't desire to make it any worse.
"Watch it, you fool! You're getting blood everywhere!" Lacey scowls, coming over with a wet towel to wipe my face. "And if you must know - she heard it from her cousin. She does write to her extended family fairly often. Just because you never mastered the proper social graces doesn't mean the rest of us didn't."
Eva rolls her eyes but does keep the gestures to a minimum. "And this supposed 'cousin' of hers knows this Lord Ransom?"
"I'm given to understand that he knows him well enough, even if they're not exactly bosom buddies."
"Hmm..." Eva hums, then uncharacteristically changes the subject while turning to face me. "Would you mind if I took some of this antler? My boy has gotten it in his head that he'd like to take up carving and has been asking for antlers. Don't know how long his interest will last, but I figure 'why not?'"
"Take the whole carcass, or what's left of it. I have no need of it. Just ask him to let me know if he makes something he's proud of and wants to sell. I'd like to get a chance to look at it first." There - that takes care of both dealing with the deer and gives me the opportunity to get my debt to Allen's family cleared if they won't accept my money.
"Delightful. I'll be sure to ask. Thank you."
I just nod and look over at Lacey for a moment while Eva begins to clean and wrap up the deer. She's looking distracted again while frying up the bacon.
I clear my throat. It's going to be a bit sore from the howling for a day or two. "You know, Eva is probably right about that Lord Ransom, but I've got some contacts myself within the Werewolf community. I'll send out some letters over the next couple of days. What did the notice say? Anything about a meeting?"
"Yes, there's to be a meeting with both the Tax Collector and the Lord in two weeks at the tavern. All adults are encouraged to attend." Lacey looks over her shoulder. "And thank you, dear. I appreciate you looking into it."
"Well, now that those issues are being looked into and your worries are settled," Eva wanders over after washing up outside. The carcass was wrapped up and placed in their wagon presumably. "Maybe you can focus on breakfast. The bacon is about to burn."
"Oh, bother!"
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"This is highway robbery! We can't afford those taxes! We're barely making enough to cover the current rate as is!"
"I don't like it either, Mark, but what can we do?" Paulie yells over the angry din of the tavern. "The new Lord has the right to set the tax rate. We'll just have to adjust!"
"Adjust!" Mark yells, grey mustache quivering. "You can't drain blood from a stone! There's no adjusting to such!"
I wince at the volume, thankful that the moon is dark in the sky. Closer to the Full, I'd be practically whimpering under the table. I cannot say I disagree with the man, however. It is an unfair amount, especially for a town that is constantly walking far too close to famine each winter.
I look around the table. The whole tavern is full, but seated with me are those who help me the most often during the moon. There's Paulie, local busybody/my friend; Cara, Paulie's wife and the schoolteacher with intense green eyes; Mark, the village blacksmith and carpenter; Jacob, Mark's eldest son and the villages pharmacist; Mary and Charles, Allen's parents and owners of the only other farm in town outside of my own; and the twins Eva and Lacey who, when they're not caring for a tired Werewolf post moon, run the tavern and small inn.
"Maybe we can discuss it further with him. He said that he'd be in town the next couple of weeks." Mary says while brushing her blonde hair out of her face. "If we can get the figures together, maybe we can help him see. He's not familiar with the area - he admitted to that much. He might not realize that we simply can't afford what he's asking for. "
"No, I know the type." Charles massages his knuckles while he speaks. The chill of autumn is hard on his arthritis, or maybe he's imagining punching that swarmy Tax Collector on the nose. I certainly am. "He 'earned' his money on the backs of the people. He'll break us first before he'll compromise."
"Well, it doesn't hurt to try, right?" Eva points out, her expression sour, but not just because of the topic. The person to deliver the Lord Ransom's 'most generous and gracious tax plan' was the Tax Collector, otherwise known as her ex... something or other. No one has ever really said for certain, except to say that their falling out was more like a nasty explosion that rocked the town. "He just wants money - maybe he'll take installments instead of one lump sum at the end of the year."
"I'm not sure we could even afford that," Lacey looks over at me, eyebrows knitted in concern. "What did your contacts say?"
The table goes quiet, and everyone looks towards me. They have all been curious about my network of Werewolf contacts. I tried to explain that we were all just people who happened to have a pretty major, life-altering condition in common - one that is fairly demonized and greatly misunderstood by a good majority of the population. It makes sense to have a network, even if to only be sure we didn't settle in an area where people would kill us. It isn't anything different than keeping up with some extended family.
Considering how focused everyone at the table is on me, I don't believe it sunk in.
"He's rich, powerful, and well connected. The rumors Marcie's cousin heard are true - he has been buying up towns and villages. Most of my better connected friends are confused as to why - it makes more sense to keep the village intact and collect taxes. What they do know is that all the places he bought out were old mining towns. Some still are in operation, but most haven't been used in years."
"So he's after the mines, then." Jacob speaks up for the first time that night, swirling his drink in his glass. "At least we know that much."
"What mines?"
"There's nothing in those mines. They were stripped ages ago."
I look over to Paulie, who had spoken when I did. I raise an eyebrow.
"The silver mines. They lay just outside the village. Been blocked off for years once they were stripped of anything of value at the time. They closed when I was a kid." Paulie nods at me, then gives me a quelling look when I notice the play on words.
Not the whole story, then - something to discuss later.
"Regardless of his reasons, the tax issue must be addressed." Mark presses.
We all agree on that much.
. . . . . . . . .
"I kept my peace, but I want to know what you mean by 'at the time.'"
Paulie looks over to Jacob. "You're the one who brought it to my attention. You explain it."
Jacob never looks comfortable. Tonight, sitting at my table, he looks less so. He's accepting of my furry problem, but he's heard too many horror stories to ever be completely at ease in my home.
It's just the three of us. Paulie wouldn't say why, but I knew he wanted to keep this quiet, so I invited him for late night tea. The village is used to us meeting up that no one will think too much about Paulie inviting his pal Jacob along.
Jacob clears his throat. "You're not the only one who has been exchanging letters with others outside of town. I've got an uncle up north who is really into new science innovations, and he's been all excited about a new mineral that has been discovered that has some rather explosive properties if bonded with other elements. Apparently, kingdoms are clamoring for it to continue their wars and are willing to pay handsomely for it."
"Let me guess: this miracle mineral is found in silver mines."
"It appears so. The problem is that if you want this mineral for its explosive properties, it has to be processed a certain way almost immediately after being removed from the earth, or else it's just a pretty, if useless, rock."
"That's why he's scooping up the land around the mines. He needs the space." Paulie muses.
Jacob nods. "He would need both a place to store the mineral before and after the processing as well as space for treatment."
"Okay, now that we've answered that, here's the real question: Why?" I look at them both.
"Why what?"Jacob asks.
"Why the pretense? Why pretend he's interested in the village's taxes when what he really wants is the land itself?"
Paulie, as always, follows my thinking. "Because the King doesn't know. The King gave him the right to collect taxation, not to kick the townsfolk out of their homes and reopen the mines. What do you want to bet he isn't giving the King his fair percentage?"
"I'm not taking that bet." I reply with a grin.
"Nor I, but this is all merely speculation. We don't have proof of such things." Jacob cuts in. "What are we going to tell everyone else?"
I think about it. Jacob is right. We have no proof of wrongdoing, just buckets of speculation. "Regaredless of his reasons, there's only one clear path: We must not sell him our homes."
"With these taxation rates, many won't have a choice but to move," Paulie looks to be thinking it over. "But if those who are better off help out the others..."
"Then the bastard will get his money and won't have a choice but to leave us alone." Jacob says triumphantly. Then his expression turns sober. "That only leaves the rumors of his harassment campaign. He might not go away quietly."
"We'll handle when it comes up." I say, and if my smile is a little sharp, you can always blame the Wolf.
. . . . . . . .
"I hate that man! I hate him and his stupid cane! Jules didn't deserve that!"
I look over to Allen, but I can't bring myself to chastise him. I also hate the Lord Ransom. A week out from the Full and each night I get steadily colder and the Wolf inside begins to bay for blood. This would be manageable - I've been doing it for years - if it wasn't for that damned man.
The offers started last week when no one packed up immediately to avoid his high taxes. The gossip chain (the Marcie-Lacey-Eva-Mary-Cara-Paulie version anyway) spoke of the high amounts of money being offered. A couple of families had taken the deal, and no one could begrudge them that, but most of the town held firm.
This is our home, and we aren't going to be bought out.
This week, the harassment campaign began. Big men, saying they spoke on behalf of the 'Good Lord Ransom', went to random homes and offered larger sums of money. If those families refused the offer, then they were threatened. A few of them had rocks thrown in their windows.
Eva's home had gotten a visit, and she blistered the goons ears for the attempt. Who did they think they were threatening her? What would their mothers say?
They didn't take kindly to the scolding. In retaliation, that night, they threw a burning bottle of liquid through her son's window while he slept. He will survive, but the flames weren't kind.
The house, however, is lost.
"I know. I'm worried about Jules, too." I say. We're sitting on my porch while Mary and Charlie get Eva settled at her sister's place. Eva is furious and out for blood. The two of them are the only ones capable of restraining her - everyone else wants to help her or hide the body.
I can't say I blame them, either.
Maybe I'll let Eva get her pound of flesh and put what's left of him in the pig pen. Saves time on hiding the body, not that I think anyone would look that hard for it based on his reputation.
"I hate that man! Mom says he's greedy and is gonna get what's coming to him. Do you think so?" Allen looks up at me from his angry brooding. He's clutching his fists in his lap tight enough to see the whites of his knuckles.
I look down at him. "Men like that always get their due."
. . . . . . . . .
"Nice farm you have here."
I look up from my work. Harvesting the last of the wheat and preparing the grounds for the frosts to come must have been consuming my attention. Normally, 3 days out, I'm hyper aware of my surroundings. I should've heard him approach a hundred feet or so ago.
The Lord Ransom is not a handsome man despite the quality attire he wears. Prematurely balding with beady brown eyes hiding behind thick spectacles, I imagine there are few hearts that flutter at the mention of him if either his title or money aren't mentioned in the same sentence. He carries himself like he knows he deserves better than being in a place where his new leather shoes might get mud on them, but he is willing to suffer the indignities to suffer us.
Or maybe I'm too close to the Full and his very presence is irritating me, but I know how to play nice when the situation calls for it.
"Good afternoon, my Lord. It's not much, but it's home."
His resulting laugh is high and boisterous - and very false. "And what a fine home it is! I was actually hoping to talk to you about it."
Ah. I'd been wondering what was taking him so long. Everyone else in town had gotten offers and threats over the past couple of weeks. I had wondered if my 'Moon Problem' had been shared with him and he was avoiding me. Ideal, considering I can't stand the fool, but it would be so very annoying if he hired someone to 'take care' of me.
There's no reason to play dumb. "I hear you're buying up land."
"I am, but if I was only interested in that, I would've sent one of my associates to talk with you." Somehow, his smile is more false than his laugh.
"I've heard you've spoken to everyone in town yourself before outsourcing the... negotiations to your associates. Is there a reason you would not offer me the same courtesy?"
"Not at all!" He proclaims loudly. He certainly likes the sound of his own voice. "I'm just a busy man and grow weary of the slog of negotiating."
If this man is weary of anything, it's probably being denied what he wants. I know the type well enough.
"You are asking a lot of these people. Some of these homes have been in their family for generations. That kind of thing is priceless." I reply lightly, leaning on skills I haven't needed in years and slipping into that old, highborn accent.
He was not the only one taught by a Governess, after all.
He may be unattractive, but he's not a fool. He catches on quickly. "You are not from around these parts, are you?"
"No. I was raised somewhere more like those places you prefer to be - with their high vaulted ceilings, crystal goblets, and gentle manners. I wanted something different, and I found it here."
It's almost too easy to slip into that role of misplaced noble. Just a person of gentle birth who wanted to step away for a while - rough it with the common folk - but with the right offer, they would be willing to be swept back into that glittering world.
Not that I want to go back, of course, but this man only respects those of his own rank and, by rights, I'm that and more. A common person won't get through to him, but someone from his world? He might give them their due consideration.
The Lord Ransom assesses me. I know he's unmarried, and I know that there are circles closed to him because of that. I can see the calculations going on in his head and the plans that he discards based on this development.
"You own this farm outright? No debt to the town?"
"The property is mine, yes."
He laughs, incredulous. This laugh is genuine, at least. "I suppose that you work the land yourself then? No hired hands to help?"
I look at him blandly, as I had been raised to do. "I believe that would defeat the purpose."
"And what purpose would that be?" He leans in, expression curious. I imagine he couldn't ever imagine himself willingly working in the dirt for all the gold in the King's vault.
"To make something of my own. To watch it grow from seed, to plant, to grain, and into bread from my own effort. To toil and reap the rewards from what I've sewn."
"Yes," He muses, "I can see that."
A moment of silence. I can see him come to a conclusion.
"You'll do." He says almost too softly to hear, but I'm no longer distracted by grain and soil.
"I'm sorry, my Lord?"
"I originally came here to offer to buy your land. However, in the place of what I thought was a young widow, I find a Lady of gentle birth toiling in the dirt. A soul who understands the value of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice! I have been long put off by the vapid nature of the common High-born and therefore put off marriage. I had even accepted that I might never be married - that it wasn't my role in this life."
He steps forward, a fevered gleam in his eyes. I can almost see his grand scheme play out in them.
"Then, I meet you. Now, I see that I was looking for a proper union in all the wrong places! I needed a bride who was forged from hardship and unafraid of doing what needed to be done."
He bows deeply before me.
"Allow me to court you, my Lady."
I stare at him and blink. That's... interesting. I hope my expression is still coming across as bland curiosity and not sickened shock. "This is very sudden, my Lord. You don't know me or anything about - "
"That's because I don't need to! I already know you're the one I've been waiting for!" He moves forward and grabs my hands. I keep from pulling back in revulsion. "I don't care about your past or where you're from. I want you! I'd marry you right here... right now! However, you are rightfully cautious. I'm willing to wait."
"I... don't know what to say."
"How about I give you time to think about it. I know I have had my own worldview changed. Just say you're willing to consider it?"
I look at him, and then I see it. The way forward.
The solution.
I breathe in and resign myself to the inevitable. "Dinner."
"What?"
"In 3 days. Dinner. I have another property north of here. Quiet and secluded. If you're seen here again, there will be unwelcome rumors, things neither of us can afford. However, few know that I own that property. If you were to stop by in the evening..."
"No one would suspect. Beautiful and brilliant, my Lady." He puts him lips to the back of my hand and looks up, a knowing look in his eyes.
If only he knew.
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"I thought you gave up all these jewels and dresses and things."
"I thought I did, too." I look in the mirror back at Cara's worried expression. She's pulling my hair back in the classic braided style down my back. Nothing as fancy as I would've worn to Court, but nicer than I've worn in ages. Thankfully, the gown fits well, its color bringing out the full intensity of my eyes.
Or maybe it's just that moonrise is mere hours away.
"I know you're cold, but I found this velvet shawl in my things. It'll keep you warmer." Cara says as she wraps the shawl around my shoulders with a small smile. The black velvet adds a certain dignity to the outfit.
I try to smile back, but it stalls out halfway. "I..."
She nods in sympathy and understanding. "No one wants this for you. We can come up with another way. We can - "
"No," I cut in, speaking around the lump in my throat. "I... I'll be okay. It's just..."
Cara doesn't say anything. She just leans in and gives me a hug as I cry and shiver into the warmth.
I said I would take care of the problem and I will.
The Wolf protects the Pack.
But like this?
I didn't want this. I was running from this, but here I am, despite everything.
After too short of a moment, I lean forward and dry my eyes. "You have to go. He'll be here soon."
Cara looks around the cabin. It's been made up nicer than I prefer, with fine silver utensils and linen on the table. The bed, which I'm spending most of my time trying not to look at, has been fitted with the nice silk sheets I had packed up when I left home. It had been something to remind me of where I came from, and then I had hid it away because it reminded me of what I'd left behind.
"It looks like a proper Lady's home now. I'm sure he'll appreciate the effort." Cara looks at me and grins. The smile dims when she looks closer at my expression. "You don't have to do this."
"You should go, Cara." I say, my smile - as strained as it is - hopefully taking the sting out of the words. "Tell Paulie I said not to forget his promise."
Her smile is small, and her eyes are sad. "I will, but he won't. He has never once forgotten his promises to you."
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"Simply ravishing, my dear."
"Do come in, my Lord Ransom. Welcome to my home." I curtsey before him exactly the way I was taught. Some things really are ingrained.
He takes my hand in his. I can hear his pulse beginning to quicken as he takes in the low neckline of my gown. "Van, please. I thought you were beautiful out in the field, but in here, you are radiant. These common folk don't know what beauty has been gracing them."
"Thank you, my L - Van. You are too kind." I murmur, looking down demurely. I focus on breathing through my mouth. Breathe in, hold for 4, and breathe out.
"I must say, my Lady, despite how quaint this cabin is, you do manage to bring some class to it." He says as he looks around the room. "Do you stay here often?"
I look up to see he's practically staring at the bed. I don't need to meet his gaze to know that he's thinking about my low-cut gown and how he wants this night to end.
"Not often. I was gifted this cabin by an Aunt. I try to keep my birth a secret from the town."
"Yes." He looks at me and winks. "You like to rough it with the riff-raff."
I focus on my breathing. "They are good folk."
"I'm sure they are, but you have to admit they're rather dull."
"They have their charm." I say with a little smile. I can see the mocking laughter in his eyes. "Would you like to eat? Maybe tell me more about why you're buying up the town?"
Asking a Lord to talk about himself and his plans will usually save one from any discomfort when it comes to smalltalk. The Lord Ransom is no different.
"What do you know of mining, my dear?" He asks as he sits down at the table, putting a napkin in his lap.
I make my way to the wine bottle first before sitting. A Lady always offers to pour their guests' drink first. "Wine, my Lord? And not much, I'm afraid. I know that metal comes from the ground, and it is backbreaking work, but that's all."
"Yes, please. And please, do call me Van. It sounds lovely when you say it." He pauses while I pour, focused intently on me. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the desire in them. I finish pouring both our glasses and hold his gaze while I sit across from him, pulling my shawl tighter around me. I try to keep my breathing even.
"Well, you know the basics, then. However, what you may not be aware of is that certain metals tend to be grouped up underground with other minerals. It turns out a particular mineral that has high value in warfare forms near silver. Now, most silver mines around here were stripped of their fine metals years ago, but with the discovery of this material, these mines can be reopened and lost jobs restored!"
I take a sip of the fine wine. It's not what I want. I focus on my words. "That's fascinating, but I'm confused as to why you can't just open the mine without buying out the villages? They formed around the mines, right?"
"You know your history, my dear! Yes, the villages and towns sprung up around the mines as the miners and their families needed places to stay nearby, but silver doesn't need any special processing when it's mined, so the miner's homes could be closer. However, this mineral does need special treatment. I need the land around the mine as well for such things."
"Ah, I see. Do you plan on founding a new town then? Outside the blocked off area, I mean?"
"I do. I don't know how far the mines go, so I don't know where the bounds will be, but eventually, there will be. After all, the workers need a place to sleep!"
"Surely forcing others to leave their homes is rather crass, isn't it?" I focus on my plate, taking extra time to cut my chicken into smaller pieces. Ones small enough for a Lady.
"Yes, some might think that, but much is sacrificed for progress! What's one home, or even a dozen, in the face of that?"
"And money, of course."
"Of course, my Lady." He says with a wink. "No one said you couldn't make money from progress - you just can't stop it!"
The conversation dies for a moment. The only sounds that fill the cabin are the clank and scrape of silver on porcelain - the only sounds I allow myself to notice, anyway. I focus on the chicken - dry. Then the vegetables - I force them down. I take gulps of wine that are borderline unladylike - the taste is wrong and the alcohol does little to warm me.
"I was thinking we should discuss our future." The Lord breaks the silence, placing his utensils down. It appears he had no trouble eating.
"Our Courtship, you mean?"
He nods. "And beyond."
I let out a pained laugh that I hope he reads as simply incredulous. "Beyond? Awfully presumptuous of you, my Lord."
"Van, my dear, and is it?" He looks at me, raising an eyebrow and speaking slowly as if to a child. "You invited me into your home without a chaperone for dinner, skipping several steps of the process. A home you specifically invited me to because no one was around to question your honor. You have been playing coy, and I do enjoy that in a woman, but let's not lie to ourselves."
His gaze burns as he looks at me.
"You know how this night ends."
I look out the window to see the sky darkening, the first stars starting to peek through the twilight. There is a heavy thunk from the door that startles the Lord into looking away as his head swivels towards the source of the noise.
I shudder from the sudden chill I feel all the way down into my bones.
It's time. I take a deep breath in.
The Lord turns back towards me, his eyes widening in horror as I feel the Moon's pull. He smells of our dinner, sweat, and no small amount of fear.
Good.
I feel my bones break and shift, my body elongating, and nails turning into claws. The gown tears from my body as I stand, the shawl dropping from my shoulders. The pain is intense, but my eyes never leave his as he backs away and then tries to get through the door before sliding down it.
It's locked and blocked until morning - a promise Paulie always keeps.
I didn't want this. I ran from this. Here I am.
"Yes, Van," the words pull from me in a growl as I get on all fours and stalk towards him. "I imagine we both know how this night ends."
#my writing#writing prompt#first person pov#werewolf#there's a lot more story under the read more but I'm trying to save everyone 70 miles of scrolling#I haven't written anything in forever but this prompt wouldn't let me go until I did#fuck Lord Ransom#all my homies hate Lord Ransom
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Hey y'all!
@omegajasontoddweek is running awards!
I thought, you know, that it might be a good time to trot out a something of a masterlist of my OJT works. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
If I Told You
Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne
“Ukhai!” Came a wail from the top of a stacked pile of crates. The pup’s voice was filled with fear and exhaustion.
“We don’t even know what he’s saying.” Nightwing whispered furiously. “He’s snapping at anyone that comes near and he won’t come down. I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s a League word.” Jason said as he joined them. “It means, roughly, ‘lead omega that is not mated to pack alpha’.”
“But we don’t have a pack omega.” Tim groaned. Jason snorted softly.
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Strive for Stature (Transmutation)
Jason & Damian
His knees brushed something under the desk, causing it to crinkle. Reaching under, Damian pulled out a piece of paper that had been taped underneath. His heart jumped as he smoothed it out and read the message inscribed on it League script.
Coordinates, a time, and a reminder not to be seen.
As if he needed such an admonishment. He was almost insulted.
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None So Devotional
Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
Bruce didn’t need the blood on the blade — the tissue — to tell him that it was his pup under that helmet. He could smell him. The scent of tea on the wind, crisp mint and honey. Barely dampened by the rain. It was older. Mature. Omega.
Underneath, though, a new darker note. Something… twisted.
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More than Blood - Warriorverse
Damian Wayne & Jason Todd
Damian stepped out of the shadows and into the alley. The boy scrambled to get to his feet, hand clenching convulsively around the tire iron. Blackwing’s eyes flicked to the Batmobile half a block away. He could see two tires missing and felt the edges of his mouth twitch.
Father was going to be pissed.
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Debts Be Paid - Warriorverse
Damian Wayne & Jason Todd
The fate of Jason Todd is the same throughout the multiverse.
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Most Mad and Moonly
Female Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne - E
“Leave!” It was almost a whimper as she pointed to the door.
“Jay.” The alpha’s voice was low.
She trembled. “B. Get out.”
Yet, she made no move to make him. That alone said more than anything else about what she wanted. That alone told him more than anything else about how she felt.
“You hid this.” Bruce was displeased. That his pack — his Jay — would hide such a thing from him.
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The Corner of Divinity
Jason Todd/Slade Wilson - E
He stared, heart in his throat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The heavy tang of blood was thick in the air and his feet felt like lead. He couldn’t move. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Whatever he’d expected to find, it wasn’t this.
Deathstroke’s lips twisted in a smirk. “I hoped you would show.”
“How could I resist?” Jason drawled, grateful his helmet hid his voice and for the scent blocking patches on his neck. “It was such an artfully worded invitation.”
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Tidings of the Soul
Jason Todd & Dick Grayson
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As Fine As Spider Silk
Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Talia al Ghul
Jason receives a gift from Talia on Mother's Day.
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Where the Journey Always Leads
Jason Todd/Dick Grayson
A touch of anxiety twisted low in his gut. It was his first time running with Selina again after returning. He knew word would travel quickly of Stray’s reappearance at Catwoman’s side. There was no way they weren’t going to run into the Bat tonight.
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Suspending Gravity - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson - E
She froze once she entered the living room on the way. Slade Wilson, in all the glory of his Deathstroke armor, was stretched out on her couch, watching her. His heady alpha scent of gunmetal and cedarwood wafted over her. What the fuck was he doing here and how did she miss that when she came in?
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Vertigo - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“Why?” Dick asked, voice low with threat as he locked eyes with hers in challenge, “Why do you smell like Deathstroke, Little Wing?”
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Brace For It (This Means War) - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“You really want to hope that the distress signal went to the Bats.” She whispered hoarsely, malice sparkling in her eyes beside the agony. “Because my mate was scheduled to be back in town tonight and if he’s within 50 miles the signal gets sent to him instead.”
A feral grin stretched across her mouth, blood staining her teeth. “How lucky are you feeling tonight, Roman?”
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Hit the Window - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“Todd!” He barked again, eyeing the scarily still pile of fabric. There was no response. He stepped closer and whined, pitched to draw the attention of caregivers. There was a twitch from the pile but no further movement. This was bad. For an omega to ignore the call of a pup in need...
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Let You Wash Away - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“You almost died!” Stephanie snapped. “That’s hardly fine!”
Jay waved a hand flippantly, “Least I’d be out of your hair.” Cass gasped. Stephanie narrowed her eyes and Jay’s stomach dropped. Shit.
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Phoenix Among Feathers - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
Jay paced back and forth across the room. Frustration and frenetic energy seeped from her frame as she glared at the phone on the breakfast bar. She didn’t really have much of a choice. She knew she was going to have to make the call.
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Baby, I'll Rule - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
She took it hesitantly. “Where did this even come from?”
Slade turned towards the mirror and focused on his tie, “Oh, you know. Around.”
The omega delicately arched a brow and looked at him. He studiously focused on getting his Eldredge knot just right… coincidently avoiding her gaze. “Funny.” Jay remarked. “I didn’t think Coronam Creations did anything other than custom work.”
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Birds in a Cage - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“Shut it!” She hissed. “It’s not fucking funny!”
“No,” he affirmed, “but you’re adorable.”
“I,” she started with quiet dignity, “am a dangerous international criminal. I am not adorable.”
“You’re hiding in a blanket because you got arrested for indecent exposure.”
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A Built-in Remedy - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“Trust me?”
She tensed. That was not a question that bode well for her.
“Why?”
Most alphas would be pissed that she hadn’t immediately acquiesced. Hers just ran a soothing hand up her side. “I’m about to ask you to walk into a very uncomfortable situation where you’re going to be asked to do something you’re not going to like.”
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Tear Down the Kingdom - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“What do you mean he’s disappeared?” A feral snarl tore itself from her throat.
“Hood…” The voice on the line soothed, “Calm down. Slade’s the best. He knows what he’s doing.”
“He was investigating a meta trafficking ring.” Her voice all growl. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” She moved across the room and snagged an earpiece, quickly connecting it, before pulling a bag out of the closet. “Tell me everything.”
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It's Kinda Crazy (This Life) - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
“I have a contract.“
He saw her fingers tighten around her book; heard her jaw clench as she tried to control her automatic reaction. After a moment, she answered. “Oh? How long will you be gone?“
“About three weeks.”
"I s-see.“ She stuttered over the word, eyes glued to the pages of her book.
He paused before… “Come with me."
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Heartbeats Like Drumbeats (Hear Me Roar) - Ad Aglaophotis
Female Jason Todd/Slade Wilson - E
“Deathstroke. Fancy meeting you here.”
He smirked at the Robin - where had his helmet gone? - and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Quite the surprise, I’m sure.”
“Quite!” She grinned brightly, ignoring the twist in her stomach. “I’ll just… get out of your hair!” Moving to duck around him, he shifted to block her path.
“Going so soon?” He leaned in and his scent washed over her; a tantalizing mix of gunmetal, cedarwood and something uniquely alpha. Jay breathed in deeply and nearly purred.
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Vive La Reine
Female Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne - E
As his thoughts turned to Jay he moved toward her room, suddenly needing to check on her. He pushed the door open and leaned on the frame, looking in on her. Something in the air… Bruce took a deep breath and almost groaned. It smelled amazing.
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A Gaze Too Long
Female Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, Female Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne
“Baby, are you sure—”
She growled, “It’s this or starve!”
He sighed. “Did you decide on a street name, Jay?”
Shrugging on her hoodie she nodded. “Just call me Red.”
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For Eternity
Female Jason Todd/Talia al Ghul
She was so cold. It was so dark. Her body trembled. Were her eyes open? She couldn’t tell.
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Financial Magic
Money doesn’t grow on trees, they say, yet many of us are unaware that making money can be easy and enjoyable. To do this, it is enough to have the right attitude towards material things and, of course, add a pinch of magic.
Sence of magic:
Money is an energy that can set in motion lots of things. We work hard to earn it and spend it to fulfill our dreams and desires. The right financial attitudes empower us to successfully attract and distribute, keep and spend, save and invest. Any energy can be controlled, and money energy is no exception.
Enchanting:
✶ To break the habit of unreasonable spending and a careless attitude toward money, take any local currency banknote. Place it next to a burning white candle. While the candle is burning, write down your negative financial attitudes. After that, light a green candle and rewrite each negative feature in a positive way. Visualize how money comes to you easily and you spend it wisely and with pleasure.
✶ To attract financial energy, take a coin or a bill and wrap it with green thread to form a ball. Tie the ball with a knot and imbue it with a few drops of eucalyptus or bergamot oil. Hang the ball over the front door on the loose end of the thread.
✶ To gain a positive attitude to money, make a small piggy bank. Put a coin in it every day, wishing yourself prosperity and abundance.
✶ Create your own personal financial affirmation. To do this, determine the amount of your monthly income, as well as the desired amount and steps between them. Every night, repeat that you are worthy of that amount, starting with your current income and ending with the amount you wish to have, adding one step at a time.
✶ To attract the amount of money required to achieve a particular goal, write yourself a magical check of abundance. Write your name, the amount you need, your dream goal and the day that you dream is expected to come true on the check in green ink. Put your signature and hide the check in a special envelope.
Useful Tips:
✶ When performing rituals to attract wealth, always designate exact and realistic amounts.
✶ Keep your wallet in order: do not crumple bills, do not stuff them crumpled in your pockets.
✶ Be generous — money only brings happiness when we have a chance to share a life experience with our close ones. Remember about helping others, about charity.
✶ Money brings happiness when you realize that you have been able to stay true to yourself.
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Hauntober prompt Familiars
Bakudeku requested by @diablothepuss their idea + the Latin is from Google translate so take it for what it is 😂
In his class at the UA academy for magic users, witch-in-training Izuku Midoriya was one of the top students and loved by the teachers for his positive attitude. The school had 3 divisions, witches (spell casters), familiars (magical creatures), and diviner’s (psychics), however, the first two divisions worked the closest with each other. Familiars-in-training were paired with a witch-in-training by the end of the first month of school once teachers had assessed compatibility.
How that worked never made any sense to familiar Katsuki Bakugou, because as far as he was concerned, he had nothing in common with his witch! Not in personality or interests, while he was organized and calculated, the witch was a sloppy mess. They’d said it had more to do with innate magic levels, the pair needed to have similar power, blah, blah, blah. Bottom line, is he was paired with a skinny, nerdy little weakling who was too damn positive for his taste!
Katsuki was the strongest in his division and therefore other familiars either idolized him or hated him for it. He didn’t really care what anyone else thought about him, but loved the attention. Deemed the Bakusquad by onlookers, Katsuki had four familiars that hung around him outside of classes. They were his pack, and he was the leader.
“Good morning Kacchan!” Izuku smiles as he arrives at class and takes a seat next to the familiar. Always the optimist.
Katsuki had given up fighting after the first year over the nickname because the guy refused to stop using. So, he came up with his own for the mousy witch. “Deku,” he grunts back.
The teacher goes over the assignment of the day, which was a new spell for the witches to learn. It was an advanced level spell that would allow them to alter their familiars form. For instance, make them bigger or smaller, or heighten one of their physical senses such as increased eye sight. It’ll definitely be a handy spell to use on Katsuki who’s familiar form was of a hand-sized fire salamander.
“Remember,” the teacher drives home his point, “it’s less about the words and more about what your heart is asking for. You must be focused on your goal. Any distraction could severely alter the spell, that’s what makes these advanced level casting.”
“Oi, don’t be making me weird like you, got it!” Katsuki barks at Izuku, then shifts into his salamander form to await the witches spell.
Too bad Izuku was very much distracted that morning. He thought he was hiding it well, but hadn’t planned on them working such a difficult spell either. ‘Breath, just breath Izu. Kacchan doesn’t suspect anything and we wanna keep it that way, right?’ “Don’t worry,” he swallows thickly but keeps his smile bright. “I’ll just stick to something easy.”
He readies his wand and slowly repeats the words.
“lunam et flores flore surgentibus” (moon rise and flowers bloom )
“expand super maria navis surgentibus undis”(seas expand on surging waves)
“auribus percipite incrementum ego invocabo te” (harken growth I call upon thee)
All around the classroom, incantations were being uttered, and familiars hit with glowing light as they transform. As for Katsuki, the spells seems to be working. His form was getting larger, the bright light growing around him... but not in the way either men had expected.
When the light fades, Izuku’s eyes widen and silence takes hold for on the table sat Katsuki— a fluffy pink, basketball sized creature known as a Moonly. He’d mistakenly created something cute! “I-I’m sorry Kacchan.”
“What the fuck did you do to me!” Katsuki bounced in place, his tone angry, but it was hard to take such an adorable creature seriously.
The silence in the room is broken when members of the Bakusquad rush over, torn between concern for their leader and laughing because the familiar was just so darn cute!
“Stop laughing you damn extras! Nerd you better change me back right this second! What the fuck were you thinking about?!” But the bouncing pink fluff ball only elicits more laughter mixed with ooh’s and aww how cutes! “Deku! Fucking change me back!”
Izuku was in too much shock to respond. This was the worst mistake he’d ever made when casting a spell. So, while the Bakusquad group tries to calm their de-facto leader down, the man can only stand there, bright red and sputtering. His heart had betrayed him, conjuring up a cute creature... just like what he thought of Katsuki— cute. Why a Moonly, Izuku had no idea, but now how does he fix this?!
Luckily, the teacher comes over and turns Katsuki back to his normal self while scolding Izuku at the same time. “I warned you Mr. Midoriya. You had to have a clear and concise vision in order for the spell to work.”
“I know,” Izuku hangs his head. “I should have stopped and waited since I’m distracted today.”
“By what?” The question triggers a deepening of the witches blush which the teacher immediately interprets as nothing he was interested in hearing. “Nevermind, just the next time you try this spell, just make sure to follow instructions.”
“Yes, Mr. Aizawa.”
Class is ended for the day, and as soon as they’re released, Izuku bee lines it to the door so he can run back to his dorm and hide. The Bakusquad pulls at their leader to go to lunch, but the man pushes them off and heads over to his witch and manages to corner Izuku right outside the building.
“Oi!” He pushes the smaller witch against the wall and holds him there. “What the fuck happened back there? You never lose your cool that badly.”
“I’m sorry Kacchan. I-I just had something on my mind.”
“Yeah obviously, cause you turned me into a stupid stuffed animal! I’m not an idiot Deku. I know how the spell works. Now what were you distracted by?”
“N-nothing important...” Katsuki’s piercing red eyes and the pulsing vein in his neck cause Izuku to swallow thickly. “I swear it’ll never happen again.”
“It won’t.” He grips tighter to the man’s shirt, pulling him away from the wall and down the sidewalk. “Cause we’re gonna practice it.”
“W-Wha— Where are you taking me?!”
“My room. Maybe we need to get better acquainted...”
#hauntober#prompt familiars#Bakudeku#bakudeku drabble#Bakugou Katsuki#Midoriya Izuku#bakudeku au#bkdk#Katsudeku#Bakudeku fan fic
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Piece of Home
| Avatar: The last Airbender fic | words ~1800 | Sokka & Katara | Water Siblings Week prompt - Homesick | set while hiding in the Fire Nation |
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Aang had already wandered off to get water as per Katara’s request and Toph had ambled off to, “check the perimeter,” as she put it, politely ignoring Katara’s requests to go get more firewood in favor of whatever she was doing. Probably actually checking the perimeter, considering the kind of territory they were in. It was just them at camp now, with Sokka almost through with putting up the tent while Katara started on the food.
As soon as the tarp was in place (no need for extra blankets, it was hot enough in the Fire Nation already) he stepped back and arched his back in a stretch before turning around to bother Katara.
“What’s cooking?” he asked, coming to stand behind her and leaning his hand on the top of her head fondly, knowing it would annoy her. Of course, he already knew what she was going to make, options were limited, especially with them having just landed. Sokka would help her peel the potato-carrots while the water warmed up and then she would make a stew with the meager seasonings they had left over and a small serving of rice to go with it, rationed out from their time on the run since Ba Sing Se.
Maybe if he got the chance to hunt tomorrow they would have something more, save for Aang, who would just have to wait until they could visit the market.
He waited for her to snipe back something like: ‘Nothing for you if you don’t get off me!” It never came. Instead she was silent, and the spark rocks were left unused in her hands, the fire still unlit in front of her.
He pulled his hand away and dropped into a crouch beside her, suddenly concerned. “Hey, you good?”
She still said nothing, but then she turned her head to look at him, eyes shining with tears in the wane moonlight, panic spiked in his chest. His little sister was hurt but, where? How?
His eyes darted to get a quick look over her where she was sitting beside the fire wood but he couldn't see any obvious reasons for pain, no visible wounds.
“Katara what’s wrong?” he asked urgently.
She blinked and looked back down at her hands, eyes still so watery.
“I’m just— ” she tried to speak, breath shaking. She hesitated then, her brows pinching thoughtfully before she went on, “Sokka, do you ever… miss home?”
His heart dropped then, in relief, that’s what this was, homesickness.
He let out a breath and shifted so he was kneeling down beside her a little more comfortably.
“Yeah, of course I do,” he answered, waiting for her to go on. Because with Katara it was usually best to just be patient and let her get it out on her own.
“Do you think we’ll ever get to go home?” She whispered, so breathless and the words took the breath out of him too. He looked at her sharply then, eyes pulled wide.
He had no answer, because, ‘I always planned on dying for this war, for my people, my home, the world, and for you,’ was not an answer to give his little sister, and no way he was going to lie to her either.
He had nothing. He’d always promised himself to protect her but really, what could he do? He had no bending, he couldn’t keep her out of this fight, and he had no way of actually shielding her from anything. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even promise his little sister he would get her home safe, when she was so scared. He was useless.
He could only look at her, gutted, and flounder for something, anything, to console her with.
And then Katara was the one doing the talking, saving him again, exactly how his younger sister shouldn’t have to. She was his responsibility and he was failing.
“I keep thinking about my furs, we lost them a while ago and it’s really stupid, but I used to bury my face in them when I was feeling like this,” there’s silent tears dripping down onto her hands now, head bowed towards her lap and the sight of it pulls him out of his own head, back to what’s important. He puts a comforting hand on her shoulder and waits once more.
They hadn’t needed their furs since they left the North Pole, he hadn’t even known Katara had been doing that. How long had he gone unaware of this? They lost them back in the desert, along with Appa, of course Katara never would have said anything.
“And I miss Gran Gran so much,” she said, letting out a sob with the words now, the dam breaking fully and he leaned closer to her to wrap an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him too, “I want to curl up with her by the fire while we eat and show her everything I learned, but what if I never see her again?” She said brokenly, turning her head to look at him again suddenly, tears streaming down her face and a fragile desperation in her eyes.
“What if— what if we do get home,” she started, “but it takes too long? What if we do get home but she’s already dead?” She asked of him.
Sokka let out a shuddering breath of his own, tugging her closer then, and pressing his head to hers, it was so he wouldn’t have to see that look on her face and just as much so she couldn’t see the look on his, see how close he was to breaking.
“Don’t talk like that. Okay, Katara?” he said immediately, because this was all wrong he was supposed to be the pessimistic one here, she wasn’t ever supposed to have to bear the burden of thinking like that, but right now she was and he wished more than anything he could take it away.
“No matter what happens,” he said, voice breaking for a moment as warmth gathered in his eyes, but he took a breath and controlled his voice more carefully as he went on, “no matter where we go, Mom, and Dad, and Gran Gran. they’re all with us in a way, you know?” He said, everything felt like an uphill battle and this was no different, he just wished he could be more adequate when it came to consoling his sister, if nothing else.
She’d dropped the rocks now and had her hand resting on the hollow of her throat as she sniffed and sobbed, their Mother’s (grandmother’s) necklace wasn’t there, however. She’d had to take it off when they started hiding out in the Fire Nation.
He held her close to his side and smoothed a hand down her hair.
“You know,” he said, leaning away just enough to look down at her, petting a hand through her hair as he spoke and feeling vulnerable as he spoke about something he’d kept, more or less, locked away for the last year.
“Whenever I get worried, I look up, and I ask Yue to watch over them for me,” he says at a whisper. It was never fair, because he had been meant to watch over her and he’d failed. But he only ever asked her to check in on them, make sure they were doing alright, smiling down on them in her moonly ways. He glanced up to see the moon in it’s waxing crescent form, it seemed to glow brighter in that moment, but he knew it was only a trick of his eyes.
“Do you think she’s seen home?” Katara asked in return, sounding worn down and rung out.
“Well, the moon is in the sky at home so yeah, I would guess she’s seen it,” he answered wryly, smiling at her sadly.
“What do you think she thinks of it?”
Sokka paused and pondered over that for a moment, “I think she probably likes how the people there all depend on each other, and she probably would be amazed to meet Gran Gran, especially if she knew about how she came to the Southern Water tribe.”
“And she probably laughed at your stupid watchtower,” Katara spoke then, smiling up at him slightly, eyes still puffy and cheeks still shining with tears as she looked at him through the waves of hair hanging around her face.
“Hey,” he objected mildly, shaking her against him slightly, “I worked hard on that watchtower,” he countered, falsely offended. He thought back to the fish he’d carved for her that looked like a bear and guessed Katara was probably right, Yue might giggle and smile that charmed smile to see their home. But only in a way that was kind, because she seemed to radiate kindness.
“She would have really liked it,” he said, seriously, and honest, because it’s true.
“Yeah,” Katara agreed, ”and when we get home,” she went on, softly and he didn’t miss the fact that she said it with that reliable certainty she usually had. “You can tell her about how everything’s changed when I get back to rebuild with my bending.”
“Yeah?” He asked, smiling down at her head hopefully now.
“Yeah,” she agreed, shifting her head to look at him directly now and smiling back with that icy, unrelenting, stubborn look in her eye, the one that meant she was determined to do something no matter what.
He sighed, “good,” he said, lifting his hand now to brush away the wetness on her face, though he knew she could do it more efficiently herself with bending, but this was one small thing he could do for her. Gran Gran did the same, and further back where the memories got fuzzy it was their mom, who brushed away their tears and held them close.
“I should probably start the fire,” she sighed, though she still had yet to pick the spark rocks up again. He hummed thoughtfully, normally, he was the one to keep them on schedule and made sure that they all ate and promptly got some sleep after landing but right now he knew that wasn’t what she needed.
“You know,” he started, “if you want to feel at home, you could just freeze everything and walk around shivering.”
At that she snorted a laugh, “shut up, Sokka,” she suggested happily as she pushed at him slightly.
“I’m just throwing out ideas here,” he defended mildly, smirking slightly as she leaned against his side. Both of them content to sit side-by-side for a while. This was as close to home as they were going to get out here. For each other, they were the biggest piece of home they had left.
#water sibling week 2020#atla#avatar: the last airbender#katara#sokka#water siblings#wsw#fanfic#my writing
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@kageyumii said: “Try to get some sleep. You’ll feel better.” (For Yua)
“Wh- you can’t just expect me to stop! I- I need to keep going! At least until-” Until what? Until Russia’s problems are solved in a single day?
She doesn’t know how much time they have. Chaldea- Chaldea left in a hurry. They must have assumed it would collapse to a degree- to a degree they couldn’t anticipate. Because nobody has studied this, in Chaldea- and in the six months that have passed Yua hasn’t had much of a chance either, but she’s in the best position, from overhearing the Crypter’s talk of the Lostbelts, the Trees of Emptiness. All she can do-
“We... we don’t know how long we have, and the Yaga need more food than humans so I- I need to redo any calculations I could try- and, and we have to move everyone to Moscow but very few are willing to, considering- considering everything, but we absolutely cannot have people on the edges in case it goes as we’re assuming from the outside in, especially with the stormwall being gone we don’t know what- what will happen if, if we go outside of it, and things are crumbling, a- and I don’t know what to do, because we can’t- we can’t just-” It’s not the beginnings of a nervous breakdown, it’s the culmination from one that is desperate and frightened, unable to be shown to anyone else, because Ivan the Terrible isn’t personable, and at least some of the Yaga of Moscow have seen the captive mage, so they can feel somewhat reassured, but Yua is awkward and terrified of people and she just can’t do this-
For a moment, Archer’s figure blurs, between the stress and nausea and fear, and the salty tears that sting her eyes, and she cannot even breathe. (For a moment, her own eyes blur, something between brown and yellow.)
She needs help. She can’t do this alone, she can’t, she needs help, she’s useless and stupid, and it’s not like they can just shoot out of the world and escape it all-
"...”
Just shoot it out of the world.
Just escape. Just be able to move, to let them all (and she already considers herself as a ‘them’ with the Yaga) find somewhere- somewhere to live that won’t hurt human history-
don’t notice me / look away / hide over here / forget i exist / forget what has happened / forget this / forget it all ever happened / forget forget forget / what’s close to forgetting / delete something from the memory / control alt delete / backspace / erase / erase me from your memory / erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure erasure adapt to the thoughts of those connected to these eyes, warp the mind to understand the process:
> Erase Yua Saito from the world’s memory?
> Duration of erasure safe for existence: 9 seconds.
> Realization will be actualized within: 60 seconds.
> Confirm erasure attempt for 60 seconds.
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Do you see the moon?
Can you decode the face of the moon?
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The planet can remember things that you cannot, but to access this one must not be of the planet, not be here, to be an erased empty space to be filled by the planet, fixing what has been altered in it’s texture.
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Look to the south-west. Look to the south.
Send a cry to the south, to the barricade maker.
This will achieve one answer-
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A voice, a hand, that nearly passes through (it begins to pass through, it did for a solid moment) her shoulder.
The world goes white, and she goes limp, unconscious, but solid once more.
#shaking like sakura blossoms in a storm.yua ic#to ask is to receive.ask#long post tw#((I WANTED TO TRIM THIS BUT IT ISN'T COOPERATING WITH ME I'M SORRY SOBS#((i keep trying to add a read more and it just doesn't let me post so.... WHOOOPS
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Under the Red Hood, Red Hood: Lost Days
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne
Additional Tags: Female Jason Todd, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Secrets, Reveal, Wall Sex, Mating Bites, Lactation Kink, Thanks Dae, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Claiming
Summary:
“Leave!” It was almost a whimper as she pointed to the door.
“Jay.” The alpha’s voice was low.
She trembled. “B. Get out.”
Yet, she made no move to make him. That alone said more than anything else about what she wanted. That alone told him more than anything else about how she felt.
“You hid this.” Bruce was displeased. That his pack — his Jay — would hide such a thing from him.
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BTS as E. E. Cummings’ poems
Taehyung - I Will Wade Out
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
Yoongi - If
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
Hoseok - As Is The Sea Is Marvelous
as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world
and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust
but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands
and is with sleep….
love,
the breaking
of your
soul
upon
my lips
Namjoon - [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Jimin - Dive for Dreams
dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at this wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for god likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
Jungkook - [love is more thicker than forget]
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
Jin - Nothing False And Possible Is Love
Nothing false and possible is love
(who’s imagined, therefore is limitless)
love’s to giving as to keeping’s give;
as yes is to if, love is to yesmust’s a schoolroom in the month of may:
life’s the deathboard where all now turns when
(love’s a universe beyond obey
or command,reality or un-)proudly depths above why’s first because
(faith’s last doubt and humbly heights below)
kneeling, we-true lovers-pray that us
will ourselves continue to outgrowall whose mosts if you have known and i’ve
only we our least begin to guess.
#seokjin#jin#jungkook#jimin#hoseok#j hope#rm#namjoon#v#taehyung#suga#yoongi#bts#beyond the scene#bts scenarios#bts ships#bts reactions#bts meme#k pop#k pop reactions#k pop scenarios#k pop meme#e.e. cummings#poetry#poem
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Untitled (His love)
His love
to his last
the rest of our lives.
Sky.
A cardboard guitar, a map of the planets,
and a box of building blocks,
alone?
Body of my woman, I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will not cry also
Although you will expect me to
I was wiser too than you had expected
For I knew all along you were as an angel in my arms,
Had laid your bare head just below my chin,
Your length pressed up to mine, entrusting charms
My whole youth’s starward longing could not guess, at midnight lone
How she would find a clear
demonstration of how to love,
how to bundle yourself against it holding crushed
bird skulls in your face
In the dream
Where you are not there.
Process, your face
Easy to understand time, that dark process
To accept it as a beautiful
& carved so elaborately maybe a collectors always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the sea
places its many fingers on the shore,
again and again
and think forward to a harvest.
My harbouring arms.
Forward. Roofed over with rainbows,
In the middle garden is the secret wedding,
that hides always than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the same.
Underfoot, the scrape
of cold wipers along the window.
Who could discern how all the same.
When tomorrow.
As soon as think the Canterbury bells are playing little talent—
some a little box
And when she does I will be taken from you
go ahead & eat this poem please it will help
She dried her tears, and they know me,
they help me unravel,
they listen with ears made of conch shells,
they speak back with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.
Art.
And soul is spurting out upon the firths of ice,
That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls
To roll the torrent dance thee down
To find him; by the happy threshold, he,
Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize,
Or red with spirted purple of the moment
a topiary
so the pleasure lives in height (the shepherd pipe, and spill
Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke
That like a broken purpose waste in air:
So waste not thought,
Injurious distance.
How she would be better to be a Jew).
Is the weather of my being.
Cherry plums suck a week’s soak,
overnight they explode into the world again,
there is so much better
which took a while of course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here.
The service discharging him back into the everyday
teeth of the woman I am
and of the story of your mound!
In a bleakness with no Spring.
In this,
The last and final room.
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Library date with Junmyeon for Suho day! -T✨
The sounds of book pages turning occasionally cut through the quiet atmosphere of the library. The smell of books filled the room; a scent that had grown to comfort me.
I had been coming to this library weekly. It provided a comfort while Junmyeon was gone. The tall, wooden bookshelves cradled me as I leaned against them to choose where I would visit on that specific day. The presence of others made me feel less alone.
When he got back, he begged for me to take him to the library that I had spoken so highly of. I immediately complied.
We walked through aisles, fingers laced. He handed me books that I was too short to reach myself. He asked me to read poems from certain books out loud.
“I like hearing your voice. I like being able to hear it in person instead of a phone speaker,” he smiled at me when I asked why he had me reading poems I know that he knew by heart.
Junmyeon leaned against a shelf, watching me adamantly as I explained why the book that I was holding was worth him reading. He chuckled when I was shushed by several other occupants of the library when my excitement bubbled over and I gushed a bit too loud about the book.
“You’re adorable,” he said as he lowered the book I was hiding my blushing cheeks behind.
“I missed you.” I whispered as I sat next to him against a shelf. I rested my head against his shoulder as I opened to a page of the book I was holding. I had this page memorized. I had been anticipating reading it to him since he got back.
“love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky”
“e.e. cummings. Beautiful choice.” He kissed my forehead and asked me to read more to him.
So I did.
#kim junmyeon#Junmyeon#Suho#EXO#exo fan fic#exo fan fiction#exo fanfics#exo fanfic#exo fanfiction#kpop#kpop fan fic#kpop fan fiction#kpop fanfic#kpop fanfiction#exo moodboard#kpop moodboard
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Most Mad and Moonly
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2HHHzMX
by EmeraldHeiress
“Leave!” It was almost a whimper as she pointed to the door.
“Jay.” The alpha’s voice was low.
She trembled. “B. Get out.”
Yet, she made no move to make him. That alone said more than anything else about what she wanted. That alone told him more than anything else about how she felt.
“You hid this.” Bruce was displeased. That his pack — his Jay — would hide such a thing from him.
Words: 2266, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Under the Red Hood, Red Hood: Lost Days
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne
Relationships: Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Female Jason Todd, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Secrets, Reveal, Wall Sex, Mating Bites, Lactation Kink, Thanks Dae, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Claiming
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Untitled # 1319
And me, curled like two grubs on the top of a leaf
wind-driven and scudding along the Des Plaines
River
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees
their separate, discontinuous lanterns.
For as long as we are.
To me, taking you until we’re spent
and quiet on the sheets, I love to kiss
the pictures in your skin. )
It makes some evening stalls,
the fireworks
with the nail in it.
Great planet that is bigger than the least begin
less littler than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is higher than the sea
love is more thicker than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever persists
or turns to pain between us, they will still
be there.
Billows, or so they look,
of feathery ripe heads of grass,
an acid-yellow kind of
goldenrod glowing or glowering
in shade.
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, salt-sweet (trees
and seas have flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore the hours shine:
if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been
set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost
radio, may never be an oil painting or
Old Master’s charcoal sketch: you are
a concordance of person, number, voice,
and place, strawberries spread through your name
as if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me
of some spring, the waters as cool and clear
(late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind),
which is where you are
You can choose not to look up but I am a giant orange ball
That is throwing sparks upon your throat
And when we met,
Jumping from the dream of a bullet tearing through another tongue as the first year of our
punishing mathematic begins clicking the calendar
forward.
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