#fantasy fluff

[rs-hawk]

Yandere wolf!hybrid future lover eheheh

You were a rare golden eagle hybrid. Your clan always said you were their pride and joy. Proof that the Thunderbirds watched over your lands with favor and would give extra protection.

The rest of your clan were smaller bird hybrids. Rare was a bird of prey, and never before had there been an eagle, much less a golden. You were exceptional. Special. Stunning. So, when the Peace Chief’s son, a cunning and strong Red-winged blackbird hybrid, asked to be your mate, the clan was thrilled. Yes, a smaller bird hybrid than you, but fierce and loyal. In nature, a red wing would even attack an eagle for encroaching on their territory. Which hybrid if not him could be worthy of claiming a mate like you?

But, then came a small little rabbit hybrid that had escaped a Pack of wolf hybrids. She had wet, innocent eyes and a trembling nose. As soon as your future mate saw her, you knew that it was over. He had never looked at you like that. With such fierce affection. With such gentle determination. No, he was always slightly weary, as though he expected you to suddenly be a threat. You thought it was your size, and maybe it was, but it didn’t matter. He never would get used to it like you hoped.

That’s when you realized, he never really wanted to mate you. He wanted to control you.

After catching him in her makeshift den, no one said a word when you quietly told his father that you wouldn’t be taking him as a mate. The Peace Chief, a hawk hybrid with a broken beak, had guilt written all over his face.

“I never thought my son would betray you. I didn’t raise him like that,” he said.

You offered a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “You hold no blame in your hands. He’s grown, and his actions are his own.”

There were whispers in the clan that you would try to run the red wing hybrid and his rabbit mate (that he had officially claimed) out of the clan, but you never responded to them. Red wings were known for their fierce protection of their territory and nests. While you could crush him, it would be violent. And bloody. Also, while you hated to admit it, the little rabbit hybrid did nothing wrong. She fell in love with the hybrid who saved her. How could you blame her?

Instead, when the Alpha of the Wolf Hybrid Pack, who had chased the poor thing into your clan’s borders in the first place, came to try to reclaim her, you met him instead.

“You’re not taking her. She is now apart of my clan, and I won’t let you,” you said calmly. Bluntly. Even your own people were shocked by your demeanor.

“She was to be my mate,” his eyes darted to the small hybrid now hiding beyond your former betrothed. “And I’m not leaving here without one.” There was a silence that made the world seem empty before his eyes returned to yours. Interest flickered there. “You’re a golden eagle. I haven’t seen one of you in this area.”

Familiar pride swelled in your chest. “I am.”

“My Pack and I will leave. I have no interest in an unfair fight,” he said, sweeping his gaze out, clearly looking for the War Chief, who was gone at the time. Instead his eyes came to settle back on you. “But, when I come back, it’s you I’m coming back for.”

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[whimperwoods]

Flagh and Venk Headcanons

Here’s the deal, I feel low-level crappy today but still have to get work done, so I’m gonna be bribing myself all day by letting myself write little bits of what happens next with Flagh the stone giant and Venk the goblin scout, since they’re not getting their own series but I do love them. Feel free to send asks about them if you want! Or about any of my characters but for fluff!

(Gonna tag @pleasancies in case you want the fluff! The goblins absolutely do not have a blanket big enough to wrap around Flagh, but they’re still doing their best.)

Anyway, first off, the ruins:

Flagh decides to accompany the goblins into the ruins to search for the orb, and the whole group decides they have to do it very fast, in case the mage who used to control him sends someone or something after them.

Flagh is 17 and a half feet tall, and goblins are between 3 and 4 feet tall, but mostly between 3 and 3 and a half feet. He is shocked to find that his new friend Venk, at 3′9″, is quite tall for a goblin. Most of them don’t even come up to his knee. When he falls asleep on his side, lying next to their camp, he’s basically just a wall.

It’s inconvenient having to figure out how to get Flagh through some of the smaller spaces in the ruins, but it’s more than made up for by the fact that the goblins no longer have to climb anything ever. Flagh can either reach the thing they need or pick them up one at a time and put them where they need to go.

When they accidentally disturb a nest of rust monsters, the goblins whose armor is studded with iron get attacked, and everyone draws their spears and starts shrieking for Flagh to squash the monsters. He makes several flustered noises, and then picks one monster up in each hand to get them away from the goblins. While he’s still trying to figure out what to do with the bugs squirming in his hands and biting him and trying to get back down to the goblins, they finish off the other one.

Venk won’t let anybody tell Flagh to squash the rust monsters. He gets his hackles up about it immediately. Flagh carries the rust monsters outside, squats down, and sets them on the ground.  As they run away, he tells them to go find a different part of the ruins and leave his goblin friends alone.

Someone comments that they can’t believe Venk found the most useless giant known to sentience and he almost gets in a fist fight before they take it back and the shaman observes that he did, after all, get rid of the monsters.

[miksmusings]

Rook- Introduction

Hey, so these are some new oc’s, Rook and Rakel (Kel).  I don’t have much for a backstory yet but I’ll be working on that soon, and while it’s rather fluffy right now I promise there will be some whump. I just need to write some lighter stuff right now.  

“Are you out here?” She came again. He had been scared she wouldn’t. He saw her long before she spoke but he hadn’t believed it could have really been her. He decided to follow her. To make sure she didn’t disappear like the others did. He crept through the tree branches making less noise than the squirrels and birds around him. Kel stopped below him. She dropped the bag she had been carrying on the ground.

”I guess you don’t trust me yet, I understand. I’ll just leave this here.” He sniffed the air. What was that? “It’s food, human food. I thought you might like to try some since I tried some of yours.” She began to walk away. He crept down to the lowest branch and swung himself down to hang from it.

“What kind of human food?” Kel jumped, spinning to face him.

“Are the dramatics necessary?”

“Drama-tics?” He asked, drawing out the unknown word. 

“I just mean hanging upside-down looking like a bat was a bit unnecessary. Especially with the wings.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He climbed down, tucking his wings as tight as possible against his back.

“Don’t apologize Dragon. I was just joking.”

“Oh.” Without warning, he leapt forward. 

“Um, Little Dragon? It’s not very appropriate to stare at a woman's chest.” Kel stepped back from him. He looked up at her and cocked his head to the side, confused. 

“But it’s shiny?”

“It’s wh-”  she raised an eyebrow, smiling curiously.  “My necklace?”

“Shiny!” He nodded his head quickly. Kel laughed. She pulled the necklace off and held it up where it caught the light. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. It was silver, not a dragon's traditional gold but it had been ages since he’d seen something so pretty. Unless he included Kel of course. She looked at him, smiling.

“You can keep it if you like.” His face lit up with a huge smile. He reached out, taking it. She chuckled, lightly. “I guess it’s true that dragons like the finer things in life. Do you have a hoard of jewels hidden away somewhere?” He jumped away, glaring, and flared out his wings. “I’m sorry, was that rude to ask?” He nodded, still scowling. “I apologize. I would never touch a dragon's hoard, and will never ask of it again.” He relaxed, lowering his wings as he walked back to her. Still staring intently at her, he wondered, if she promised then he could trust her. Right? She hadn’t disappeared either, not the way his old friends did. She came back. He saw her eyebrows knit together.

“Dragon?” Kel said, concerned.

“You can call me Rook.”

[rs-hawk]

Nobleman Minotaur Part Three

After your official debut, Minotaur started avoiding you even more. It hurt. You tried to find reasons to be around him, but he always found an excuse to leave quickly. You had thought the two of you had grown closer, especially after the dance you shared. You thought maybe he liked you, but maybe you were wrong.

One day, you were walking through the garden, lazily picking grapes from the vine, with Pasiphae appearing in front of you. "Your Rarity!" you gasped, quickly dipping your head, grapes dropping from your hands as you grabbed up your dress to curtsy.

The immoral laughed, setting her hand under your chin to draw it up. "No need for such formalities, Princess. I've come to check in on your family, and my son. Have you seen him?"

Your face fell as she took her hand back. "I don't know, ma'am. Minotaur has been avoiding me lately."

"What did you say?" her voice sounded hard, angry even. It sent a chill down your spine.

"Minotaur has been avoiding me," you whispered, your throat felt tight as you repeated your sentence.

"Is that what you all have been calling him? No wonder he has been avoiding you," while she didn't mean it as cruelly as it came across, it still struck your heart.

"Is that not his name? I thought-," you started, only to be cut off by a wave of her hand.

"That is the name my last husband called him. The name given to him by nurse maids to try to appease him, as if he were Hera and my lovely boy was Heracules. No, Minotaur is not his name, and never had been," she sneered, looking towards the building where your love had been residing.

"Why would he never correct me, or anyone?" your voice quivered as she began to take long strides towards her son's home, and you followed obediently.

"Asterion has always been a curious child," she paused, sparing a glance over her shoulder at you. "Even curse aside."

"Asterion? Is that his true name?" you asked as you rolled the name on your tongue. It tasted like a warm blanket and honey tea.

"Yes," she said with a smile, coming to the stairs leading up to his doors. "A strong name for a strong boy."

Lifting her hand to the door, she rapped lightly on the door. It only took a moment for her son to open it, though his eyes went immediately to you. Under his gaze, your face flushed. It was so intense. How could he look at you like that and then not even want to speak a word to you?

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" Pasiphae grinned, looking between the two. "I thought you said my shy son had been avoiding you."

"He has been," you muttered, your cheeks glowing redder.

"Mother," he groaned, though you thought maybe you saw a blush under his fur.

"Alright, alright. I won't push," she smiled as she made her way inside as he side stepped to let the two of you in. "I just wanted to check in on my sweet boy."

"I am doing well. Y/N and her family are exceedingly kind to me," he said in a quiet voice, side eyeing you.

"And yet you haven't even told the poor girl your real name. Are you ashamed of it? I agonized over your name," she puffed up her cheeks playfully, glaring at her son.

"Of course not, but everyone already knows me as Minotaur, so it just felt strange. It's not like anyone actually referred to me as Asterion... before," his eyes were downcast, his tail and ears drooping.

"I like it," you chimed in, rubbing your arm nervously. "I think it suits you."

"Thank you," he muttered back just as shyly.

"I think I will continue my visit with the King and check back in later," his mother nearly purred as she gave you a slight shove before stepping back towards the door. "You two should get better acquainted, I think. I can trust the two of you unchaperoned, can't I?"

Minotaur, no, Asterion, glared at her as she rushed away, laughing lightly. He didn't understand how she could be borderline cruel to her. She knew him better than anyone else. She had to know how his heart had always ached for love and kindness, and here you were, all of that embodied. You looked up at him through your dark lashes, the blush finally subsiding. Gods, it was such a gorgeous sight.

"So, you haven't been avoiding me. Then what has this all been about?" you said in what you hoped was a playful tone.

He was definitely blushing under that fur. There was no doubt in your mind about that with the way that he was acting. "I have been trying to be respectful."

"How so?"

"You are a Princess. It's not as if I am really deserving of the kind of attention I... well," he ran his fingers through his hair as he looked away. "Well, the kind of attention that I wish you would give me. I might have a title, but most will always see me as a monster."

"What kind of attention do you wish that I would give you?" you were breathless, your blood pounding in your ears. He shrugged and didn't respond. "I don't see a monster when I look at you. I see a man. A man who has been through so much. More than anyone else could imagine. A very handsome man."

His eyes met yours quickly as he jerked his head up to look at you. "Please, don't say things you don't mean."

"I would never," your voice was strained. Your mouth dry.

Cautiously, you took a step closer to him. He let out a soft groan, his brows furrowing together. "Princess, you don't know what you're saying when it comes to a creature like me."

"What does it mean for me to say it to a man like you?" you whispered, taking another step closer to him. You reached out, your fingers just barely grazing his muscular forearm. "Tell me."

There was silence for several seconds before he reached out to you, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands. You were able to look up at him, your heart racing. His dark eyes seemed impossibly deep. After a moment, he lowered his head. Your eyes fluttered shut with anticipation. You gripped his forearm now, drawing him closer to you. You could feel his breath on your lips. Your entire body was shaking with excitement.

"Princess," he sighed, and you could almost feel his lips moving as he spoke.

"Well, that was a quick visit. Y/N, your father is waiting for you," Pasiphae's voice filled the air as she opened the door.

Asterion jumped back, snorting with clear irritation. "Mother, we were-."

"Doing something that a chaperon would fully allow, I'm sure. Now, Y/N, I do believe you would be interested in what your father and I discussed," the immortal smiled at you, her eyes creasing as it brightened her face.

"Of course," you bowed your head, casting a look at Asterion before exiting, with your heart still nearly beating out of your chest.

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[rs-hawk]

Love this post by @microsff

You went to a garage sale to see what you could find. You had been working on so many projects that you were hoping to get parts for cheap, when you saw an Andrew the Android. He was sitting on a table, swinging his feel that barely scraped the ground. He was an early version. It was easy to tell by his stocky build, and the way he barely looked humanoid. Newer ones looked more human.

“How much is he?” you asked the man sitting by a lock box, pointing to Andrew.

“You don’t want that one,” the man grinned, showing off all his teeth in a way that made you frown. “It’s a weird one. Sent it up to clean my gutters in a storm, you know, testing out that ‘waterproof’ feature.”

“Uh-huh,” you said unsurely, shifting on your feet slightly.

“And it got struck by lightening. Been odd ever since. Telling me to call it ‘Andy’ and asking me questions. Didn’t think these ones of them were meant to be so annoyingly human.”

“I still want him. How much?” you insisted.

You and the man go back and forth for a bit before you finally handed him a small wad of cash. A giddy feeling fluttered in your chest as you approached him. He looked up at you, a blank look on his expressionless face.

“Hi there. I’m Y/N. I just bought you,” you explained as you offered him your hand. “I’m so excited that I found an early Andrew. You’re one of my favorite androids of all time.”

“Andy, please,” was his response. He held up his hands, no, claws, as if to apologize for not shaking yours. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You brought him home, and he settled in quickly. One day, he greeted you at the door.

“Can you make me hands?” he asked.

“Why? Your claws work better, and you can swap them out with other attachments,” you asked back as you started gathering things for the project you were working on.

“I want to pet your cat.”

“You can’t even feel her fur though.”

“But she can. And I want her to like me petting her.”

You paused, thinking for a moment. “Alright. I can build you hands.”

“I also want to learn guitar. Can you make sure I have good fingers?”

That made a grin crack your face. “Yes, I’ll make you good fingers.”

You two lived in good harmony for awhile, until one day, he showed you a book. “Why is one character being called ‘they’?”

“Oh, because they’re non-binary.”

He nodded as he went back to the book. “I think that fits me better than he.”

You nodded back at them, scrolling through your phone. “Okay.”

Another day, they come to you, holding a book with a picture of a flute. “Can you build me a mouth? And move my port?”

“You want to learn to play the flute?” you asked curiously, looking at the book, their fingers curling around the pages.

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

They took to the flute much better than the guitar, but you don’t say anything. Even when they wake you up in the middle of the night. They’re still not very good, but you enjoy hearing their progress.

Yet again, they come to you, showing you a magazine with synthetic skin and hair on an android. They don’t say anything as they hand it to you, looking down.

“Okay. I’ll take you in and let you pick everything out,” you say as you hand them back the magazine.

“Do you think I’ll really be able to feel?” they asked nervously, rolling the magazine up into a tube.

“Maybe. Why?”

They looked away, and you thought if they were human, they would have blushed. “I want to pet your cat.”

“You pet her all the time.”

“I want to be able to feel it too.”

As always, you nodded. “It’s worth a shot at least then, right?”

Andy went in many times for many more modifications on top of the ones they asked you to make for them. Over the span of months, but in a way that hit you all at once, you fell in love with them. The way they laughed. How excited they were to learn. How excited they were to just be.

“Hey, Y/N! Andy! Welcome in yous guys. I got the room set up. Andy’s got a surprise for you, Y/N. You’re gonna let Andy pick out everything as always, yeah?” the mechanic greeted the two of you as you stepped inside.

You thought it was a little odd she just kept saying “Andy” instead of “they” but you brushed it off. “Yeah Sal. It’s Andy’s body. They can do what they want.”

Andy and Sal shared a grin before you were ushered into the waiting room. A couple hours later, a dark haired woman came out, her hair styled into a neat bun on the top of her head. Her eyes were green, your favorite color. There was a softness to her face and features, as well as a stockiness to her build. She reminded you of Andy, in a way, so you returned her smile.

Sal came up behind you, gesturing to the woman. “What do you think?”

“Oh she’s lovely, perfectly stunning, but you know I’m just waiting on Andy,” you said with a frown and furrow of your brows.

“Hi Y/N,” the woman said shyly, looking down at her feet.

“Andy?”

“I mean, I guess, but I want a new name.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know yet.”

You tilted your head, looking at her curiously. “But you already know every name that there is to know.”

A sweet smile touched her lips as she walked over to you, taking your hands in hers. “I don’t know how they sound when you say them yet.”

[rs-hawk]

Another installment of Bestie’s Werewolf Brother- Ahiga

You and Ahiga still hadn’t officially discussed what you were, but he was around even more than before. He doted on you, and your child, to the point that even your parents were asking when the two of you would become official. Your best friend would call you to ask where her brother was instead of texting him, because at least you would normally respond.

One day, your ex fiance texted you, asking to see the baby. You were hesitant. He had never asked about you, or the baby, after you left him, and what, now that he’s with someone else he wants to act like a dad? He didn’t even know the baby’s name because he never bothered to ask. It boiled your blood, but Ahiga brought you back to reality.

“Maybe he wants to be a father. I know it’s late, but doesn’t she deserve that? With his history, it’s not like he’s going to take it to court to get custody, and even if he did, there’s no way they would give it to him,” he assured you, rubbing his furry head against your cheek and chin. “And I’ll go with you. Everything will be fine.”

You agreed, though you still felt uncertainty buzz in your body. That weekend, you were meeting with him at a local fast food restaurant so he could see the baby. You picked the location. Public, easy to leave, and it would make it obvious if he was trying to create a scene.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here the whole time. Are you hungry? I can get you something before he gets here,” Ahiga offered, doing his best to tuck away his tail as he sat. He promised to try to look as unintimidating as possible, but it was hard when every time he thought about how your ex treated you, he partially shifted.

“I’m okay with the soda for now. I don’t think we’ll really be here long,” you explained, patting your daughter when she began to fuss.

As if on cue, your ex came in, glaring at Ahiga as soon as he was in view. “You brought your guard dog? Really?” he snorted, sitting across from you. When you didn’t respond, cheeks burning, he rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I didn’t come to talk to you. Give me my baby.”

“Your baby?” you laughed. “This is the first time you’ve even seen her. That you’ve even asked to see her. You don’t get to act all high and mighty when you ignored her existence for months and then come in, insulting me and my friend for no reason.”

Ahiga cast his eyes to the side, looking at you in a way that you knew was him warning you to calm down. You took a deep breath, trying to stick to the script the two of you had practiced. “I’m not going to let you hold her unless you scoot over in the booth and I’m sitting beside you.”

“You can’t just not give me my baby,” he raised his voice, making a few people look over. Ahiga narrowed his eyes at him, and he cleared his throat. “Come on. I just want to hold her. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You could run off with her. You could drop her. you could scream in her face. You could shake her. You could-,” you began listing off your fears, but Ahiga’s hand on your thigh helped ground you. “Look, I told you you could see her, but I don’t trust you. If you want to hold her, I just want to sit next to you so I can make sure she’s okay.”

Your ex started screaming at you, calling you a bad mother, saying it was your fault the three of you weren’t a family, and everything else you worried he’d say. He even went so far as to claim that he didn’t even think the baby was his, but he wanted to see “it” just in case. Your eyes blurred with tears as you stood up, grabbing at your purse and the diaper bag.

“I got it,” Ahiga whispered, his paw to the small of your back as he helped guide you out of the booth. All you could do was nod as you hugged your daughter, trying to shield her from the torrent still coming from your ex’s mouth. “If I ever find out that you’ve so much as clicked on her name in your phone when thinking about texting or calling her, I’ll rip your throat out,” you heard Ahiga growl, leaning over the table.

Your ex’s mouth snapped shut, realizing also now that everyone was staring at him. It made you feel a little better that everyone else also seemed so appalled by his behavior. It wasn’t just you. You weren’t overreacting.

When you were walking outside, Ahiga leaned down to whisper in your ear, "so, friend, huh?'

You flushed, shrugged slightly as you buckled your daughter in. "We haven't talked about it..."

A low chuckled escaped his lips as he pulled you against him when you shut the back door to his car. "Do I really need to spell it out, Y/N? You're mine."

He's so hot I love him I love him I love him

[rs-hawk]

Another version of Bestie’s Werewolf Brother where you two have fallen out of contact for years and when he finds out you’re having a baby with someone else because you start being friends with his sister again and he gets really possessive and starts stalking you again. He finds out you’re a single mom and suddenly he realizes he just wants a baby with you even if it’s not his pup 🥺❣️Mostly fluff plz but I’d love some smut too

Not you bringing out this trope when I literally posted it’s my fave. Lol. No smut all fluff but I might do more with this if y’all like it 🥰

When you got pregnant your boyfriend acted like he was happy. He lavished you in compliments and told everyone how excited he was to be starting a family with you. Your childhood bestie and you even reconnected, her excited about baby names and planning your baby shower. It’s like you picked up right where you left off.

When you ask about her brother, she’s obviously uncomfortable. She comes up with all kinds of excuses about why he doesn’t want to talk to you, or why he seemed to have just vanished off social media recently. You can’t help but feeling hurt but you keep it to yourself.

When you catch your boyfriend cheating on you, you end up packing up all your stuff in a night and moving back in with your parents. It sucks. You can’t help but feel like a failure. You start going for walks more at the local park, just trying anything to keep your mind off your predicament.

“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice say from behind you.

You didn’t know that he had already been stalking you for months. Ever since he found out you were pregnant. He thought he could get past it, get past you, but hearing that you had been with someone else drove him crazy. He wanted to be angry with you. To hate you, even, and that other man’s baby, but the longer he stalked you, the more he realized how much he missed you. How he just wanted to be around you again.

“Hi,” you said as you turned around, awkwardly holding your arms in front of your stomach. You knew he knew, but you couldn’t help but wish this wasn’t the first time he was seeing you after all these years.

“It looks like you’re doing well.”

You shrugged, moving your arms and shoving your hands in your pockets. “I guess.”

“My sister said you’re… getting engaged,” he managed to get out without growling.

“We were, but some stuff happened. I’m living back at home until I can find a place.”

He knew he shouldn’t be happy, but he was. After that, he started offering to help you with everything. Need someone to drive you to an OBGYN appointment? Needed help putting the bassinet together? Couldn’t figure out which kind of car seat to get? He was always there and offering to help.

You were surprised, pleasantly so. You’d never thought much about it, but you didn’t think that he would be so involved in your pregnancy when 1) you weren’t dating and 2) it wasn’t his baby. As the weeks passed, he started asking to touch your stomach when he saw movement. He came to your parents’ house all hours of the day if you even hinted that you wanted to see him or if you wanted something.

When you went into labor, your mother took you, much to his disappointment. He came to visit you of course, but he seemed a little off when he came in. His head was down, and he wasn’t nearly as imposing as he normally was, especially considering he was mostly shifted. Then a nurse came back in with the baby after giving a bath.

“Oh! Here’s Dad,” she smiled as she placed the small bundle in his arms, though she did admittedly look a little uneasy.

You started to correct her, but he just started at the little one in his arms with wide eyes. You’d never seen him be so gentle. His ears were perked up, and you couldn’t help but notice his tail started to wag. He shushed you mid-sentence as you tried telling the nurse he wasn’t the dad.

“Human babies are so tiny,” he whispered, rocking the baby in his arms.

The nurse looked between you before slipping out. He stayed almost the entire time you were in the hospital. Even your parents left more often than him. While he was attentive to you, he was even more attentive to the baby. Asking the nurses to show him how to swaddle. Reading up on when human babies can eat solid food (because it’s just a couple months for pups).

He’s the one that took you home. Your parents are excited when they see his car pull up and you’re admittedly a little confused. When you get inside, you see that he took it upon himself to baby proof everything. He put together an entire nursery when you were just going to have the baby sleep in your room in the bassinet. He even sprung to get a crib since he had read online that infants can only be in bassinets for a few months.

That’s when you realize that he really is the best for you. He’s always been the best for you, and he’s the best for your baby too. The baby fell asleep in his arms before he settled the tiny bundle into the crib. Tears pricked your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his back, burying your face in his shoulder.

“You’ll stay, right?”

A low rumble in his chest vibrated your body when he spun around, grabbing you up in his arms. “I’ll never leave again.”

[rs-hawk]

A vampire lover who wants to feast on your blood but first has to work with you to treat your anemia... Just lovey vampire husband reminding you to take your iron pills and eat your protein. just being so soft and sweet 😭

I have anemia so this hits for me. Lol.

Vampire Husband who could taste that you has anemia before you knew. Who started feeding you more protein and iron at every meal. Red meat. Tree nuts. Lentils. Spinach. Basically anything high in iron. You eat it to make him feel better, despite knowing that your iron pills help you get to the minimum iron. He always had a soft tone of voice, asking if you’re still hungry. What did you eat when you were at work? Did you eat the meal he packed you?

You never complain though, because he randomly checks your iron levels. When his thin, sharp teeth pierce your skin, you can’t help help but moan. It feels so good, and the way his lips feel on your skin, and his teeth in your skin, is almost euphoric. He suckles at your neck, then licks at the skin. You whimper and lean against him, your cheeks flushed, a wet spot forming between your legs.

He chuckles as he smells your arousal. He finishes licking up at the holes he made in your skin, commenting that it tastes like you’ve got a good amount of iron in your blood today.