Life have change a lot since the last time I wrote something here.
- I went back to University, wich I abandoned like twenty years prior. Right now, I'm in the summer between my 1° and 2° year, and I must say I'm doing pretty well for someone who have not study in so many years. In three more years I will be graduate on History, and one more year will make me a teacher
- My dog died in November, 27th, almost four years ago. It was cancer. We tried every single treatment, but he couldn't overcome it. Thing is, my cat had yesterday a quick surgery to extirpate a tumor from his ear. I'm just praying he is cancer free, I don't want him to endure the same my dog had to
- I've learn many people around me were not real friends, not even the ones that invited me to their most important events, so I became more picky with the people I let to be on my life. Also, I've matured and understanded that no everyone is destinated to be on my life, not even if we are family. Sometimes (all of them for me, really) your mental health is more important than keep a "friend" just because you spended a lot together, and more important than "family" who doesn't respect you
- I've write A LOT, but only for myself or my very close real friends (like 2 people, yep), and mostly things I want to publish as books some day. A children's story about aliens and sideral travelling, a story about monsters from the iberian peninsula (were I live), a story about soulmates that find the other in a new life, a story about two man who love each other on a society that doesn't allow it, a story about prison and sorcery. None is already finished, sorry, but these are my nowadays works. I wish to end them some day
- About write here again... Is something I crave, but I must be sincere with myself. I can't follow the rythm I used to have here. I must priorice studies and work (University on mornings, working on evenings, that's my life). BUT. I can try. No one have ever say this must became an obligation, but I taked it that way, and that was my mistake. I get burned to the bone. So, I've make a desicion. I'm gonna publish what I feel the urge of publish. I'm deeply sorry for all the requests that are lying on my list for years, even for the Christmas presents I still owe, but with my actual life and mindset, this is all I can offer. Is not much, but it will be sincere at least.
Would you ever write for the saint of killers again? I liked them so much, and im not sure if you take requests but, i would be so happy to see you write him again! Thank you--!
As soon as the inspiration to write about him touches me again, I will ☺️
In your position, none of them could saw you, but you hearded their conversation perfectly.
- Take me with you. -said Jon. It got its logic, for you. The poor kid was repudiated from his own kin; maybe there, in the wall, he could find a true home, and true brothers, even when his real ones seemed to be kind to him.
- You have no idea of what you're leaving behind you. - his voice turned deeper, like he was going hurted by his own words.- We have no families. No wifes. None of us will never fathered a child.
The painful truth, heared on his lips, was even harder to asimilate. Benjen and Jon talked a bit more, not too much. The kid went back to his sword and training, and him went inside. You followed him, but in the distance. For a brief moment, you feared that he might not recognize you. Maybe he had forgotten you? Maybe he was no more the kind teenager who cared you and make you smile as a hobby? Saw your own reflection in a shining armour. You was a woman now, not a girl. Maybe he would saw you and thinked that you are ruined by the years of grieving and secret sorrows, that the beauty of your youth had flew away fom you. Maybe he would find your dress pretentious -you find it too fancy by your own, but your lord husband insisted you to wear it to the feast - and think that you are just another lady more worried about her lookings that about the surrounding world problems. You felt so old, ugly, silly and vulgar than you almost decided not to talk to him.
But then, he saw you in distance, while talking with his brother.
His green eyes opened completely; you could swear that he lost his breath for a second, by how his chest went up and down. His pale cheeks went a bit pink for a brief moment, and even Ned noticed that his younger sibling was hearing him not.
He made not a movement to you, not immediately. When he finished talking with Ned, he take a cup of wine and drink it full; then, leaving short gazes on you, he walked away through a door you knew really well. It open to the corridor where you two agreed to marry the other, when you two were just kids. Letting to run the minutes to avoid make it too clear for the others, you finally followed his steps. Crossed the door, and closed it behind you.
The corridor was empty, completely. As it was one of the many that went to the dorms, not many people used it commonly; just when it was bed time. And that night, the bed time will be changed drastically because the party. Around you, just darkness, and the pale light of the moon filtering through the blue coloured crystal in the windows, leavin the place in a cold and silvery atmosphere. A big, black shape moved to you, grasped your hand. Hiss soft touch and cares make you feel at home for first time in dozen of years.
- Y/N ... -he hugged you tight as soon as you pushed yourself between his arms. His head was really high over yours, making you feel small and protected against his chest.- Look at you. -he cupped your face, smiling openly, and looked at your factions, delighted by what he was looking. His pupils were so wide that the green on his eyes was almost inexistent, you noticed. Then he look all over your body, like he was drinking your image and fixating it on his mind.- Years have made you the most beautiful woman, my cousin. - he said, low voice.
You almost sobbed, but smiling at his words. Silly girl, you still was. He had burned away all your fears with just a phrase.
- That might be in the blood, so. - you added, eyes on his smile. He take a step away from you, just to leave you your own space, and take away his hand from your face, to see you even more.- You have change incredibly, Ben. You are more...
- Tall? -he joked.
- ... Manly. -he chuckled, wolfish, to your word.
- Last time we meet I was still a young lad. And times went changing me into what you see now. Just a man.
- Not a normal man. You're... handsome. -and you added, in the lowest voice you can, leaning a bit to him- I almost got the more handsome husband here around.
- Damn Ned. - he cursed, jokingly just in part. He guided you down a window, and seated on a stone bank attached to the wall, pulling your hand to make you seat with him. - How have been all for you, cousin?
And then, without looking him directly in the eye, you confessed it all. Not the part when you dream awake about being his lady wife and mother of his children, no, but all the other part, yes. How much you have cried because you was so far from your family on the first years; how much you missed them all, every day; how your husband, even being respetuous and loyal to you, make you feel alone and not really loved. He heared you in a solemn silent, no smiles even to show simpathy for your situation or for you. He just heared. But you could swear that his knuckles were trembling and going whiter on his closed hands, like he was trying to control himself. You have never telled that to any other person; only with him, with your beloved Benjen, could you feel so comfortable and understanded, so protected, to finally open your mind and tell him everything that was hurting you. When you finished, he grabbed your hand on his and murmured:
- Not an easy life, at all...
- Neither yours. - he looked at you, frowning.- I've heard stories about the life in the Wall. About wildlings and horrors that live there up. -you gripped his hand strongly, and he started caring yours with his thumb.
- None of us deserved the lifes we are living. -he stated, firmly, in low voice.- You should have been a beautiful and happy bride, marry a good man, someone who really would care about you. Had a big, lovely family. Lived in a good castle, where you could felt at home... Ned make a terrible mistake with you, Y/N, and now is too late to remediate it, I'm afraid.
- And what about you? -you whispered- You should have become part of your brother's guards, or his counselor at least... -you sighed, starting to feel your nose clogged and your eyes wet. Knowing that he could have been a free man, and not a brother of the Night Watch, still broke your heart.- You deserved a better life, rather than freezing in the Wall. Ned should have never sent you-
- Ned didn't sent me to the Wall. I went voluntarily.
That confession made you skip a heart beat.
- W-What?
He taked a deep breath, entwining his fingers with yours.
- When Ned come back from the War, there was no need of me here in Winterfell. He was all a Lord, and have enough wards and counsellors. One more or one less, would have made no difference. And... and I can't stay in a place like this anymore. -he contained a small smile, and put his green eyes on his boots.- Everything here reminded me of you. Even now. I... I was not ready to stay here without you. I have runned this corridors chasing you, we have fighted in the mud of the yards and explored all the rooms... I cannot make a movement without think on you, Y/N. That was devastating me. And, in that days, I was sure you was happy with your husband... -he looked at you, with a deeply sorry glow on his gaze.- If I only have knew this years before, cousin... I should have been there for you.
- You said. You knew it not. - your free hand cared his cheek and his beard- It was not your fault that my husbad is the way he is. Neither Ned. I blame no one of you.
He noded.
- But instead of fight for you, or try to recover you in any way, I flew away North. I taked the easy exit.
- Fight for me? We both know that, if you had tryed that, my husband would have declare war against our family.
And then, he pinned his gaze on yours, so serious that he look not as himself. His hands cupped your face, and a small smile started to born on his lips, curving them shyly.
- You, my lady wife, would well worth a war.
Everything happened really quickly. In less than seconds, his lips were looking for yours, and yours -even with the surprise- were looking back for his ones. The kiss was not tender or soft; was like two wolfs devouring the other hungrily. Years of hunger, years of contained yearning, were freeded in matter of seconds. His hands moved to your sides, pushing you against him; yours were sinking on his hair, and your body was -possibly without your complete understanding and accepting- moving over hims, making you seat on his lap. He groaned low and deep. Whole minutes passed with you two in that position, not looking for more, neither less.
- We should look for a most intimate place if this is going to go farther. -you whispered on his hear, making him shriver.
- I-I've never... -he said, nervous.- I have never been...
- Shh. - a kiss silented him- I have never been with a man I love. We both are new in this, my lord husband. He smiled. - Desition is all yours.
- Your husband?
- Drunk and with the King. I know him. He will not come to the room until tomorrow morning. If he come.
He noded.
- My old room is not too far. -he proposed, walking with your hand on his one, firmly grasped.
- Bran sleeps there. Your nephew.
- Your old room? -he asked.
- No... Other person is using it. I don't know her name, is a young lady.
He stopped on the walk, the moon turning his pale skin in blue tones.
- I know the place. Follow me.- It was impossible not follow him; he was still gripping your hand, fingers entwined. He was moving like an exhalation, like he was being persecuted. For a second, you feel guilty. If someone seen you two together, alone, kissing and touching the other like two savage animals, his head could ended separated of his shoulders. And, as his brother was the Lord, he might be beheaded by his own brother. By Grumpy Ned. That thought made you shriver, and for a short moment, you thinked that what you two were doing was just a madness. But then, he looked back to you, impeled by who know what force, and pushed you against the wall, sinking his tongue on your mouth and his hips between yours.
- I´d been wanting this so bad, my beautiful wife... for so long I've been denying myself and my feelings and my desires... -he was smiling, trembling his lips, and with watery eyes.- But now we have each other. -he murmured, and kissed you again. - Even if... if it is just for one night.
- One night with you could heal a full life of pain, Ben. - as soon as you ended talking, murmuring, better, he started walking again, passing corridors and rooms, until he find the door he was looking for.
- No one will look for us here. - he opened, and let you in.- I used to play here when your mother and you were still not here, in Winterfell... - He closed the door. The room was cold, abandoned. Some old furniture was stacked there, without an especifical order. Moving by the place, he found something, and dragged you to him by your hand again. In the darkness, you finded a soft something, big, enough for you to seat. He moved and opened the wooden window, letting the moon light to cover you two. Now you could see around; a big and old bed was your seat, and a bunch of old chairs, tables and other furniture was hidding the door from your view. No one was going to open that door, of course, but in case someone would try, they would see no one of you, but a big pile of old furniture and no more. Benjen taked off the sheet over the bed, lifting you just a moment from it. The bed was old, but clean. The upper sheet, that was dusty, but the rest was clean and comfortable enough.
- I wish I could offer you something better, my wife... - he sighed, ashamed of the situation, eyes on his boots. You understanded. He have nothing. No castle, not his own room, not even his own bed. He could never call you wife for real, but in his heart, you was his lady wife. And will always remain that way. You dragged him by his hand to share the seat with you, and kissed him again.
- I need nothing more if you are with me, Ben. This is but perfect. - His shy smile opened just a second, the time you left his mouth free of kisses. Your hands sinked on his mane, and his ones were on your sides, pulling you over him again.
- I love to feel you warmthness... - he confessed, in a whisper, between lovebites on your neck. He was not clumsy, but completely lost about what to do, so he left all the desitions about what to do next on your hands. - Guide me, my wife. Show me what you like.
- If I only know... - you said, low voice. He was puzzled, looking at your eyes. - My... lord, he have not touched me in a long, long time. And he have never been too interested on what I like or not... -a vein started pulsing on his frown, thinking that, maybe, that man have hurted you any time. You readed his mind in the blink of an eye.- No, sweetheart, no. He never did it against my will. But neither trying to please me. Never.
- Well... - he try to open your gown laces and murmured on your lips.- That allows me to try some things, so. As... You will teach me, too.
His tongue sinked on your mouth, looking for yours. Seems he have find water in the middle of the dessert, by how he was ravaging your mouth with his urgent kisses. His hands get really tangled on your gown laces, and he grunted, feeling unable of undo them.
- Seven hells, woman, you are really well wrapped.
- Let me help you, impatient. - you teased, and loosened the laces, allowing him to untie the last knot.
- Take it off. - he whispered, eyes fixed on your forms,still covered with the gown - Please.
As soon you take off your gown, leaving his lap just for some seconds and showing all your naked glory to his eyes, he taked off his cape and extended it over the undcovered bed. He seated back and drinked your image. You have never feeled so exposed before, but... you have never feel so aroused, also. His cheeks were light pink on the poor light of the room; he must be all red, you thinked. He looked even leaner without the heavy cape. When he taked off his jacket and his shirt, you could not stop your mouth.
- Didn't you eat there North? You are all skin and bones. - he chuckled.
- I assure you there are a muscle or two in between. - another wolfish smile, and he guided you to seat again over him. - I love to have you here, over me. - he whispered on your ear, your naked body against his bare chest. You was sure, you’ll never forget the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. He was surprisingly hot, in contrast with the cold ambient of the room; the change of temperature made you shriver. Then, while nipping your neck, he pushed you carefully until your back reached the furs, and laid over you, making you discover how much a bunch of skin and bones could weight. He was lean, but musculated, no way to doubt it. His form cocooned yours, while his hips started to straddle against your core.
- Let's discover what you like, hm? - he purred on your ear, making you shriver again.
- Benjen, we have not much time...
- I will have, luckily, just this occasion with you. - He moved his head to face you; his green eyes were pleading silently.- Let me have you the best way I can, please, Y/N. I don't want to give you just a feverish quickie... You deserve better, my lady wife.
His stance, his way to look through the window, everything was like any other day. Vlad was looking the heavy rain, absorted, in his thoughts; he looked so melancholic that you thought he was a bit sad, maybe depressed. So, as the good girlfriend you are, you just move to his side and press soflty your hand against hims. He turned to you quickly his head, and a second later, with a low groan, he walked away. Like he was mad at you. But that couldn't be; he was fine like half an hour ago, when he visited you at the lab. So, you decide to do what was more reasonable to you: give him some time, and ask his most close friends - or subordinates in this case.
You found Hector in one of the halls, and asked him if he knows something about Dracula's behaviour. He shrugged, because he truly knows nothing that could have happened to the old vampire. Then you found Isaac at the lab; he knew nothing either, but he tried to calm you down. Surely Dracula was just a bit worry about his personal war against the humanity, or by the recent came of the other vampires. Maybe is just that, Isaac said. You truly wanted to believe it, but was unsure. So, that very night, you confronted the vampire of your dreams, as soon as you two get alone.
- So?
- Hm? - he grunted, looking at you with just one eyebrow up, like questioning something.
- What is happening to you? - he frowned.- You have been so distant all day... this is not you. Is like you are not you. -you sat on your shared bed, and lower your gaze.- If I can do something for you...
- You have done enough. You and... -he stopped himself, pink on his cheeks. He tried to hide it but you had already saw it.
- Sorry?
- You know perfectly. You and them. - he understanded you was not getting it at all. - You and my human subordinates. Always together. Always chattering and laughing.
Your mind started to run backwards between your memories. Yes, you had truly spend a lot of time with them... but it had a why and a why not. But then, it clicked on your mind.
- Vlad... are you jealous?
He looked at you in disbelief, but his light pink cheeks turned reddish. Bingo.
- I'm not jealous. - he roared, but not yelling. He was ashamed of his feelings? That was just cute for you, the old vampire beheaving like a teenager.
- Fine, you are not. - you conceded.- But, just in case you were, let me explain myself. -He looked at you, silently, awaiting.- I've spent a lot of time with them, I can't deny. You know what were we doing?
- No. - he admited, sitting near to you on the side of the bed.
- I was studying. - His eyes opened and his frown diluted like paper in water.- I see you all working for the war against humanity, and I started to feel useless... Everyone here have a task, a something to do... And I can't help you. I just wanted to help you, love.
- Why you don't ask me to teach you? - his voice had a relaxed and worried tone now. He was in a good mood again, you could swear it.
- I see you all day busy, having reunions, making plans... I felt I should not disturb you. Beside that... I would have love to surprise you, you know, with my new knowledges. - he smiled, grabbing your hand.- And of course, they are human. As me. I mean, is easy to find something in common with them to chat, or something we all find funny. But if you...
- Shh. I'm sorry I... -he sighed- I'm sorry. Yes, I was jealous. It didn't flew through my mind that you could congeniate with them, just as friends... I am a stupid, I suppose. And I'm sorry for that.
- Maybe you can offer something in exchange. -you teased, jockingly.- For my pardon, I mean.
- Whatever you want, my love.
Smiling, you cupped his face.
- I want a new chemistry teacher. Older. And with fangs.
it's so important for your health and well-being to get overly attached to a fictional man who is both deeply amoral and unbelievably, pathetically sad
Hello, my dear! I'm so happy to know that you are writing again! I hope you're doing well and that you're thriving by writing for us! Btw I really like your new theme !
Hello darlings!! Christmas is around the corner again, and you all might know what that means…
PRESENTS FOR EVERY NICE (or naughty) LITTLE ONE WHO ASKS FOR THEM, YAY!!
So, long story short, here is how to receive a little present on Christmas this year:
⛄ Drop an ask with a character’s name of any or my fandoms here down, and pick a prompt from the list below it. It can be mild or spicy, as you prefer 😁 Remember: Only characters from the listed fandoms, and only prompts from the proposed ones!!
⛄ Fandoms:
Outlander, Harry Potter, Castlevania, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, Marvel, The Witcher, The Hunger Games, Supernatural, Labyrinth or Hannibal
* extra: You can ask also from this fandoms, but only for the suggested characters:
- Ripper Street: Edmund Reid, Bennet Drake, Homer Jackson, Jedediah Shine
- Wonder Woman: Sir Patrick Morgan
- Peter Pan (2003): Captain James Hook
- Resident Evil: Dr. Isaacs
- Aquaman: Arthur Curry, Vulko, king Orm
- Peaky Blinders: Tom and Arthur Shelby
⛄ Prompts:
- Enemies to lovers
- “Will you marry me?” “Yes, as soon as I save your arse”
- Long time friends to lovers
- Drunk!Confession of feelings
- “I have never celebrated Christmas” “ALLOW ME TO GUIDE YOU”
- “Wait a second, are you jealous?”
- Love triangle (two characters of a fandom + you )
- “Ever hear the phrase get a room?”
- First kiss
- Shower together
- Awake with character
- “Bite me” “If you insist”
- Too horny to sleep!Sex
- Being catched by character while / catch character masturbating
- “Don’t be too rough,I can’t show any mark”
- “I need you. Now.”
And now…
⛄ Rules
- Only one present for ask.
- You HAVE to be asking on public. I will discard every anon ask. Sorry not sorry.
- You can send your request from right now (10/12/21, 19:50 in Spain) until Monday 20th.
- The presents will be published the 25th of present month publicly, with the person who asked for the story tagged on it (but if you don’t want to be tagged, is okay too ^-^ )
For Christmas could I have 👉👈 chubby reader(if not that's ok) with Geralt . With the prompt shower together. Maybe insecure reader has confident moment and joins Geralt after he ask ? Spicey🌶️🌶️🌶️ . Thank you 💕
Hello Happy holidays! I know its weird but would you do a Dougal Mackenzie enemies to lover present? I am a shameless old man fucker 🙈 it can be spicy or not but thank you so much for any presents you give!
Hi love! Just a question, Dougal x Present time!Reader, isn't? Merry Christmas!!
I'm a big fan of your page and I was wondering for the Christmas present thing. If you can Dracula. I don't really care what about. I'll leave that up to you. I hope you have a Merry Christmas 🖤🖤🖤🖤
On first, thank you! 😍😍😍
And yes, if you want the ol'Drac, that's what you will get! Merry Christmas!!
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