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; ༊ character : arthur morgan
; ༊ fandom : red dead redemption 2
; ༊ notes : female reader, is referred to as 'missus'. arthur is drunk. repost!
you truly weren't sure what to expect when hosea informed you that lenny and arthur were, in fact, very much inebriated-- ah, well, that was the kind and proper way to describe it, hosea said. you also weren't sure why you were so insistent this time around on tagging along and getting a certain outlaw home yourself; you knew he'd always find his way back to you, come hell or high water.
"honey bun," you say, words quiet and nearly drowned out in the chaos of the saloon, "i think you drank too much."
your touch is as tender as ever, hand gently pulling on his as you carefully, albeit clumsily try to drag him out of the building. you can see lenny laughing loudly in the corner, hosea sighing as he pats the younger gentleman on the back. you can't help but smile at the nonsense, though it falters the moment you feel arthur let go of your hand.
"...sorry, miss." he mumbles, half coherent. "i got a beautiful missus waitin' at home. can't be doing anythin' like holdin' hands."
you tilt your head, brows furrowed in slight puzzlement. must have drank more than usual, you assume.
"...arthur morgan."
"...yes'm?" he suspects you won't let up-- he's preparing for some incomprehensible ramble to shoo you, and you're very well aware of this-- as much as you'd love to hear it, you're a little tired, and you'd like to just go to sleep and be held by a certain cowboy that you love dearly.
"i am your missus."
you both just stare at each other, amusement meeting cluelessness, confusion, and...ah-- there it is. you smile when his eyes seem to brighten up at the sudden realization and recollection that you are, in fact, his.
"...so you are." he says. "well, i'll be damned. lucky me." he mumbles.
you roll your eyes, holding your hand out, the curve of your lips growing ever so softly as he gladly holds it.
life is a bitch ( a man ) and apparently i’m shadow banned yet again. i didn’t even mean for that to rhyme
sometimes i open this app, refresh, refresh, refresh and it’s just quiet. and i know it sounds silly because it’s literally just an app, but sometimes it does get a little lonely seeing everyone have their own little communities and people excited to talk to them.
and then the moment i get a comment or a message i swear i’m the happiest person alive. like genuinely, it makes my whole day. it’s such a small thing but knowing someone took a moment to read what i wrote and share their thoughts means so much to me !!
i think i just want my own little corner here too, where people recognize me and where i can yap about random things and have someone to yap back with. maybe i’m not cool enough yet or maybe i just haven’t found my people, who knows
cw: post pinv, mentions of multiple rounds, bruising, soft ben/soldier boy
Soldierboy who cums a lot, more than the average man. He loves fucking without a condom because he likes seeing his cum drip out of your hole as you lie on your back, all fucked out, hair sticking to your forehead, chest rising and falling as you catch your breath.
"You look so pretty, baby." He hums, running his thumb across your flushed cheek.
You can't find it in yourself to respond after he fucked the shit out of you, making you cum once on his fingers and two times on his cock, so you just give him a dazed smile in response.
He rubs his calloused hands along your waist and stomach, placing soft kisses on the parts that are red. You both know those spots are going to leave harsh bruises.
Then he gets down to your limp thighs. He lays his head along the inside of your right thigh so he can have a direct view of your cunt dripping of him as you scratch his scalp and play with his hair.
𑣲𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─── Peace never lasts forever. While Leon is away, old fears return wearing holy robes and carrying sharpened blades. Torn from the life you've built together, you're dragged back to the village that once abandoned you, where love is called sin and mercy is nowhere to be found
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ᣟ𐚁˳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : WEREWOLF ! LEON KENNEDY x fem!reader, afab! reader, gothic fairytale AU, gothic horror elements, age gap ( leon is literally hundreds of years old), angst, violence, blood, death, religious symbolism.
݁ᲝAIᲘ ᲝEᲘU | PART ONE | PART TWO | ˖Ი𐑼⋆ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 🎮 . ᐟ.ᐟ hello everybunny! i'm sosososo glad you all enjoyed the first two parts of this little series. i know most of you expected a different ending BUT i have something else in mind so pleasee be patient and dont hate me !! that being said enjoy and remember reqs are open ! ♡
Every fairy tale teaches us that happiness comes after the dragon has been slain. They never speak of what happens when the dragon survives, nor do they mention the men who return with torches after the story has ended, eager to finish the work the monster had begun.
Peace is a fragile thing, it asks for very little of the world, only that the world leave it alone.
History has never been particularly kind to such requests. There are those who believe evil dies once it has been driven out, but fear is a curious creature, it rarely leaves with the monster.
More often, it stays behind. It gathers around dinner tables, beneath church roofs, sharpens axes in barns, until one morning it convinces otherwise decent men that cruelty is righteousness.
There is a peculiar sort of happiness that asks for no witness. It is not the kind sung about in great halls, the kind immortalized in painted glass, it has no desire to be remembered by history. It lives instead within ordinary things, that is why it is so easily overlooked.
You stood upon the little stool Leon had carved for you only a fortnight before, your fingertips carefully tying bundles of drying plants to one of the rafters overhead. "It is crooked." you declared, leaning back to inspect your work.
"It is."
You looked over your shoulder. "And you are not going to tell me?"
Leon rested another split log beside the chopping block before driving the axe cleanly through the next. The sound echoed between the trees. "You seemed pleased with it."
"I was."
"Then why should I interfere?"
A reluctant smile found your lips. "You encourage my bad habits."
"I encourage your happiness."
You shook your head, pretending to sigh as you climbed carefully back down from the stool. "You always know how to answer."
"I have had many years to practice."
"Not with me."
"No." A softer smile touched him then. "Not with you."
You crossed the clearing with slow steps, brushing stray leaves from your skirts. The hem caught against the grass, still damp from the morning dew. "You make it difficult to scold you."
"I know."
"And— You enjoy that."
"I do."
You reached him at last, brushing a speck of sawdust from his bare chest. "There."
He glanced down. "I am much improved."
"I should hope so."
His hand found the small of your back without thought, drawing you just a little closer. It had become second nature now.
The breeze wandered lazily through the clearing as Leon leaned down to kiss your lips softly. Somewhere beyond the trees, a squirrel scolded no one in particular.
You laughed quietly. "I think he disapproves of us."
"He disapproves of everyone."
"Even you?"
"Especially me."
"You have offended a squirrel?"
"I suspect.. I looked at him the wrong way this morning."
Your laughter answered. Leon watched you with that same fondness he had never quite learned to conceal. What a silly wolf.
"I shall not be long."
You smiled as Leon gathered your face between his hands, his thumbs brushing absentmindedly over your cheeks the way they always did before he ventured deeper into the forest.
"You always say that..."
"Because it has always been true." His forehead rested briefly against yours. "I shall return before the sun begins to sink."
"I know... Still, I will miss you."
He kissed you once, as no morning ought to begin without it. When he finally drew away, he hesitated. "What is it?" you asked.
"Nothing." There was the faintest crease between his brows, gone almost as soon as it appeared. You reached up, smoothing it away with your thumb.
"You worry too much."
"I have spent many centuries learning that worry often keeps one alive."
"But you found me."
Something softened in his expression.
"I did."
He kissed your forehead once more before stepping back.
"I shall return soon, my sweet girl."
For another moment he simply looked at you then he disappeared between the trees until the pale gold of his hair had vanished beneath the endless green.
The day slipped into afternoon. You had grown to love that hour most for it belonged to no one.
The little cabin felt no emptier in his absence.
It still had him everywhere, his cloak hung beside the door, his sharp axe rested against the chopping block, one of his shirts laid folded neatly upon the table where you had mended the sleeve only yesterday. You smiled to yourself because he would tear it again, you know.
Outside, the breeze stirred gently through the pines. You gathered your basket, humming a little melody as you wandered no farther than you ever had before. Wild thyme grew just beyond the clearing, and mushrooms beside the brook where the ground stayed damp even through the warmest days. You crouched amongst the flowers, cutting only what you needed, telling quiet apologies to the stems you left behind.
"You will grow back.." you promised them.
The basket slowly filled. You brushed the dirt from your palms as you stood.
The world was still, not unnaturally so. Simply.. still. You tilted your face toward the canopy. "I suppose you've all found somewhere prettier to sing." The birds had done that before so you thought nothing of it.
Turning back toward home, you had taken three steps before something caught hard around your ankle. Your balance vanished and the basket flew from your hand. Everything scattered across the ground. For one bewildered second you thought you had stumbled over a root. Then someone seized the back of your dress and he fabric bit painfully into your throat as you were wrenched backward. The rough rocks struck your knees first then your hands as stone tore through your palms.
You gasped, twisting instinctively, but another force slammed into your shoulder, sending you flat against the forest floor before you had even understood what was happening.
Your mouth opened soundlessly. A boot pressed between your shoulders, pinning you where you lay. "Hold her!"
The voice sounded human. Another pair of hands caught your wrists roughly
"No—" The word dissolved as your cheek scraped against the earth, dirt filled your mouth, someone pulled your arms behind your back ans pain shot through your body.
You kicked wildly, striking nothing but air before your heel connected with someone's shin. A curse rang through the trees.
The weight on your back doubled. "Keep her still!"
Your heart beat so violently you thought it might burst.
You could not see them, only boots and mud and the hem of dark robes. A wooden cross swinging wildly from a man's neck.
You tried again to scream. "Leon!" The name tore itself from your throat.
No answer came only another rough hand catching a fistful of your hair pulling your head backward until tears sprang instantly to your eyes.
"There she is." someone breathed. "The witch.."
"No—" you choked. "Please.!"
"Poor child." The voice was almost gentle but it made your blood run cold. "You needn't fear anymore." A length of coarse rope bit into your wrists. "You've been under the beast's spell long enough."
You stared at him. Spell? Your thoughts would not gather, nothing made sense. You looked desperately toward the clearing.
Someone stooped to retrieve the overturned basket. He looked at its contents with disgust before emptying it onto the ground, then the basket was crushed beneath his boot.
"Take her."
The forest did not protest. It had watched kingdoms rise and crumble. Men had come with axes, with fire, with prayers upon their lips and blood upon their hands and it had outlived every one of them.
Yet for the first time in many years, something precious had been torn from its heart. The little basket lay where it had fallen, one ribbon loosened from your hair in the struggle had caught upon a low branch, the cabin door stood open as the pie cooling on the table remained untouched. Nothing inside the little home knew its mistress would not be returning.
Leon came back not long before dusk, a young stag slung effortlessly across his shoulders. He smiled to himself as he crossed the clearing, already imagining the little frown that would appear between your brows when you saw the state of his boots.
"You will scold me again.." he said beneath his breath. "And then pretend you were never upset at all."
His eyes drifted past the broken basket almost absently at first, still searching for the pale blue of your skirts between the trees. Perhaps you had wandered farther than usual. Or maybe you had heard him returning and decided, for reasons known only to yourself, to tease him with another little game of hide and seek.
"You have become terribly bold!" he called with a smile that had already begun to fade. "Come now, my sweet. I know you are somewhere close.."
Only when he stooped to right the basket did he notice how badly it had been crushed. One side had splintered completely, the wicker stained dark. His fingers lingered there before his gaze followed the disturbed ground a little farther on.
There was blood, enough to soak into the moss and gather in the grooves between the roots, where the forest floor had drunk greedily from it. Branches had been snapped at shoulder height and the ferns were flattened. Something had struggled here. Someone.
His hand closed around the little ribbon caught amongst the broken wicker. "No.."
His eyes darted wildly across the clearing as though you might step from behind one of the trees at any moment, laughing at the poor jest you had carried too far. "My sweet?"
He took another few hurried steps, following the churned earth until the trail simply ended beneath a dozen overlapping footprints.
"No!" This time it sounded strained. "Enough! You have frightened me enough!"
Leon dropped to one knee, pressing his palm into the blood soaked dirt. His nostrils flared sharply. He could smell your fear, he could smell the salt of your tears, he could smell where they had laid their hands upon you.
The growl that escaped him was unlike anything human. It rolled deep through his chest, low enough to make the branches overhead tremble as birds burst from the canopy all at once.
"No!" His fingers tightened around the ribbon until the silk tore between his claws. "I left you.. I left you alone." Another breath drew through his nose, shuddering as your scent tangled with blood, smoke, and the stink of strange men. "They touched you.."
His shoulders lurched violently. Bone shifted beneath skin with a sickening crack. He bent forward, one hand digging deeply into the earth that roots splintered beneath his claws. "Laid their filthy hands upon you!"
His spine arched unnaturally, muscles twisting beneath his flesh as though something immense struggled to free itself from the prison of a human shape. "I should have buried that cursed village beneath these mountains when I first found you!"
His jaw snapped sharply to one side, then the other. A guttural groan tore from deep within "I— showed them mercy."
His words dissolved into a growl as his ribs widened with another grotesque series of cracks, his hands sinking deeper into the moss while claws lengthened against the stone. "And they answered it with this? The crows shall grow fat before my grief is spent!"
His breathing became ragged, faster, hungrier.
"They will beg their god to make the earth swallow them before I am through."
Bones split and reformed beneath taut skin, tendons strained. "And when I am finished, mothers will frighten their children with my name." His back rose higher and higher until the last remnants of the man who had kissed your forehead that morning disappeared beneath coarse fur.
"I shall teach them what beast they have stolen from." One final howl cut the evening, then the wolf ran.
By the time they hauled you into the village square, the last of the daylight had begun to dissipate across the rooftops. The church bell rang once, then again. Its heavy toll rolled over the village until doors began to open. People emerged slowly, clutching rosaries, little wooden crosses, prayer books worn soft with age. Mothers pulled their children close as fathers stood before them, shoulders squared as though preparing for war.
The preacher stood upon the old stone well at the centre of the square, his hands lifted toward the heavens. "Our prayers have been answered." A murmur rippled through the gathering. "The Lord has returned His lost lamb to us."
"Amen."
"Amen."
"Amen."
You struggled weakly against the ropes biting into your wrists. "I am not lost!"
The preacher's voice only grew louder. "For months we have mourned the loss of Father Aldren, the closest thing this village ever knew to a servant of God.." His eyes swept over the crowd before settling upon you. "And who slew him?"
"The beast!" several voices answered.
"Who desecrated the church?"
"The beast!"
"Who stole this poor child from her mother's embrace?"
"The beast! The abomination!"
You shook your head desperately. "No! No, that is not what happened!"
One of the men behind you struck the back of your knees and you fell hard upon the cobblestones. "The Devil does not enjoy being contradicted, you see."
Pain shot through your legs, but you forced yourself upright. "He never stole me!" you cried. "I went with him willingly!"
A horrified gasp swept through the square. The preacher closed his eyes. "You hear it.." His voice was almost mournful. "The corruption has rooted itself deep!"
"No!"
"He has poisoned her soul!"
"He is my husband!" The words tore themselves from your throat before fear could swallow them. "Do you hear me? I am his wife!"
A sharp crack echoed through the square as your head snapped sideways. The taste of blood bloomed across your tongue.
A woman hurriedly covered her little daughter's ears. Another crossed herself. "The Devil speaks through her.." someone whispered.
"No..." Tears spilled freely down your bruised face. "Please— Please listen.."
The preacher stepped down from the well until he stood only a few paces away. He stepped down from the well until only a few paces separated the two of you. He looked upon your bruised face before turning sharply back toward the crowd.
"Look at her!" His voice rang across the square. "And look well!"
People leaned forward, children peeked from behind their fathers.
"This..." He pointed at you as though you were no more than an animal dragged in from the hunt. "This is what becomes of those who forsake the Lord!" A chorus of amens answered him.
"To hell with the beast!"
"No!" You lurched against the ropes, nearly losing your footing. "He never forced me!" A fist crashed into your stomach and air fled your lungs. You doubled over with a broken gasp. "He is my husband—" you managed between breaths. "I chose him.."
The preacher threw both hands into the air. "You hear it!" His face twisted with righteous fury. "She speaks of the beast as though he were a man!"
"He is!" Another blow. Your lip split anew against your teeth. "I am his lo-lover, his wife!"
The square erupted. "She belongs on the pyre!"
The preacher smiled victorious. Your head snapped upward.
"Your mother waited. She waited for the daughter stolen from her."
The crowd murmured, women weeping.
"She begged God every night to send you home."
"I—I.."
"She died with your name upon her lips, yet you were not there to close her eyes. You were not there to bury her."
"No.. Stop it—"
"You were lying beside a monster while your own mother was laid beneath the earth!"
A cry tore itself from your throat, your sobs breaking against the empty square as the cold stones beneath your knees greedily drank your tears.
The preacher turned slowly toward the villagers.
"Do you see?" He spread his arms wide. "Even now the Devil clings to her!"
"I love hi-him!" you sobbed, barely able to breathe. "He loves me!"
A man spat at your feet. "Beast's whore!" As several others laughed.
The preacher raised his hand once more. "She threatens the souls of every child in this village."
As though summoned by the words, a little boy peered timidly from behind his mother's skirts and his eyes found yours. They were frightened but curious. You looked back at him through tears, your swollen lips trembling into the faintest, most broken smile you could manage.
The boy frowned. "Mama.."
"What is it?"
"Why is she crying..?"
The woman looked from her son to you. For the briefest instant, pity flickered across her face.
Then the preacher's voice boomed through the square. "Do not let your children look upon her!"
The woman gasped, yanking the little boy behind her so sharply he stumbled.
"Down!" she hissed. "Eyes down!"
"But Mama–"
"She'll poison your soul!" The little boy buried his face against his mother's skirts.
The preacher watched the exchange with quiet satisfaction. He turned slowly, addressing not you, but every soul gathered in the square. "The serpent has no fangs of its own." He pointed toward you. "It borrows ours."
His gaze swept over the frightened children. "It smiles. It weeps. It speaks with the gentle voice of a beautiful woman. And before you know it.." He spread his hands. "Your own child calls evil love."
"Amen."
"Amen."
The man descended the final step. His boots stopped an arm's length before you. You refused to lower your eyes and for that alone, he smiled.
"So much pride." His hand shot forward without warning. Fingers buried themselves in your hair, wrenching your head back so sharply a cry slid past your bloody teeth.
"There." He studied your face as though searching for something beneath your human skin. "Can you hear Him?"
Your breathing came ragged.
"L—et go."
"Pray!" The word rang loud and ugly. "Pray with me, child."
You glared up at him through tear stained lashes.
"Ask the Lord's forgiveness." His grip tightened. "Show Him there yet remains the smallest ember of holiness within your soul."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping low enough that only those nearest could hear. "I would spare you if I could. But first..." As he gave your hair another cruel tug. "The beast must loosen his grip upon your heart."
Around you, the villagers had already begun.
"Our Father, who art in Heaven..." One voice became five then five became twenty. Soon the entire square was praying. Louder, louder still.
The preacher looked down at you expectantly. "Pray."
But you said nothing.
"Pray." His jaw tightened. "I said—"
You drew in one slow breath then spat. Blood and saliva struck his cheek. The crimson slowly slid down his face. For a moment, he simply stared at you and you met his gaze without flinching.
"He— has shown me more grace with blood upon his hands." Your voice trembled, though not with fear. "You are a coward dressed as a holy man! If this is the face of God's servant.." you whispered, your eyes burning into his "Th-Then I should sooner kneel before the Devil."
The preacher wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, turning the bloodstained flesh toward the villagers as he began. "The beast has taught her well."
The preacher had only just opened his mouth to speak again when shouting erupted from the far end of the square.
"Father!"
The crowd parted instinctively as two watchmen came stumbling between them, breathless, one clutching his side where he'd clearly fallen in his haste.
"Father.." one gasped. "He's here."
"Who?"
"The Beast."
"I saw him!" the younger watchman cried. "By the treeline! He's watching us!"
The preacher slowly lifted one hand. At once, the panic quieted. "Do not loose your arrows."
The hunters stared at him. "But Father—"
"I said." His voice rang like thunder. "Do not loose your arrows."
"He'll slaughter us."
"Let him come." Several heads turned toward him in disbelief. "Today..." he continued "The Lord Himself shall judge between beast and man."
The wolf was here. The crowd slowly parted, leaving the road to the forest completely bare. Nobody breathed for nobody dared to.
Beyond the final row of cottages, where the pines swallowed the last of the evening light, something moved. Branches bowed aside before him like loyal followers.
Several villagers immediately fell to their knees.
"Oh merciful Father..." Another man crossed himself over and over, his lips moving in frantic prayer. "He is enormous.."
Leon stood at the edge of the trees carved from the mountain itself. His silver coat was soaked dark in places where branches and stone had torn through skin during his desperate pursuit, blood disappearing beneath thick fur. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, each one curling pale mist into the cooling air.
All of it ceased to exist when there you were, bruised, bound with blood upon your face.
"Leon.. Don't—"
His ears twitched as the only sign he had heard you at all.
"So." His voice carried through the silence. "The wolf comes to reclaim what he believes belongs to him?"
Leon did not answer. His lips peeled back just enough to reveal the gleam of impossibly long fangs, the expression of a starving wolf's might.
The preacher did not take his eyes off the wolf. A smile spread across his face. "Untie her."
Several hunters hesitated. "Father.."
"I said untie her." Just like that the ropes fell away from your wrists.
"Leon—!" Your legs gave beneath you and you stumbled across the square, scraping your knees against the stones.
"Leon.." He never took his eyes off the men surrounding you. Only when you reached him did his great head lower. You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face into the thick silver fur. "Oh, Leon.."
A soft, aching whine rumbled from somewhere deep within his chest. His tongue brushed the blood from your cheek. Your hands buried themselves in his coat.
"I'm here.." you whispered through tears. "I'm here." His enormous body shifted, placing itself between you and the village without thinking.
Behind you the preacher lowered one hand.
And so, the bowstring sang. Your scream never had the chance to leave your throat.
The arrow buried itself deep beneath Leon's shoulder with a sickening sound.
His howl split the evening and the mountains answered. Pain overtook him, then the instinct to shield. His enormous body lurched sideways despite the hurt, forcing itself between you and the village. One foreleg buckled beneath him, but he planted the other, lowering himself over you until all you could see was silver fur and blood.
Another arrow could not reach you, not while he still breathed.
"Leon!" you sobbed.
His breath shuddered, he barely seemed to hear. The muscles along his back trembled violently as he searched the crowd, ears flattened, lips peeled back over crimson teeth.
One more step, and another. He tried to drive them back but his legs gave. The blood was coming far too quickly so the great wolf staggered once before the magic began to unravel. Bone shifted beneath skin and the monstrous frame folded inward with awful cracks until Leon collapsed into your arms, his breathing ragged, blood soaking the front of his shirt.
"My fawn.." His voice was so small. You caught his face between bloody hands. "I am here."
His eyes found yours. "Do not cry.."
The preacher stepped forward, his voice ringing across the deathly silent square. "Behold!"
He pointed toward the bleeding man in your embrace. "The abomination that desecrated God's house!"
He looked down upon Leon with open contempt.
"Look well. This is the monster she chose over her own salvation."
You stared at the arrow slick with Leon's blood as the monster's words rang empty. "I'm sorry.." Leon's eyes widened ever so slightly because he knew. Before he could stop you, you wrenched the shaft free. Leon cried out as the arrow teared through meat and flesh.
The sound shattered whatever remained of you.
"I'm s-sorry.." you sniffled, your hands slick with his blood. "I'm so, so sorry.."
His fingers caught weakly at your wrist.
"My sweet fawn.."
You looked at him one last time then you stood. No one moved to stop you. Perhaps they thought you meant to surrender, perhaps they believed you too broken to do anything at all.
The preacher smiled. "There now.." he said, opening his arms as though welcoming you back into the fold. "The Lord's light has finally reached your heart. Come, child."
The bloodied arrow hung limp in your hand.
"You have suffered greatly.." he continued. "But He is merciful! Kneel before—"
His words vanished into a startled gasp as you drove the arrow into his throat.
His eyes searched yours, wide with confusion, with disbelief, as though he could not fathom how the frightened little girl he once pitied had become the thing standing over him now. His lips parted, but only wet, choking gurgles escaped as blood spilled down his chin.
You pulled the arrow free and struck again.
And Again. Again. Again!
Each blow came with another cry of your own, shoulders shaking so violently you could barely keep your footing. "You—" you choked, driving the shaft forward once more. "You hurt him!" Another strike. "You dared to hurt him!" Another. "You hurt.." Your voice broke completely. "My husband..."
The preacher stumbled backward, his robes darkening as he tried to raise a hand toward you. The monster's body struck the cobblestones with a dull and final thud.
The arrow slipped from your fingers. For a long moment you simply stood there as blood dripped from your hands.
Slowly, you turned. The entire square stared back at you. The hunters still held their bows, yet not a single one remembered how to draw the string.
Your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as tears still streamed down your bloody and blossoming face.
"You wanted a beast..?" You took a single step toward them. Immediately, three men stumbled backward. "You wanted one? Come." Your voice cracked. "Come and see one.."
But no one moved. "Come!" The scream birthed itself from somewhere so deep inside of you that it didn't sound human.
A little girl burst into terrified sobs. One of the hunters looked desperately toward the preacher's body, waiting. Waiting for an order that would never come.
Their shepherd lay dead and their certainty had died beside him. The square, so full of righteous fury only moments before, suddenly felt very small, very quiet and very afraid.
You looked from one face to the next. Faces that had watched them beat you, that had cheered, that had called your husband a devil. Not one of them met your eyes now.
"Sweet girl..."
Heart lunching, you spun around at once.
Leon had managed to push himself halfway upright before his strength deserted him again, one blood soaked hand pressed uselessly against the wound in his chest. "Leon, do not move.."
Both hands found his face, brushing blood matted strands of hair away from his brow. "Can you stand?" you whispered.
He tried but his knees buckled almost immediately, a pained sound escaping him.
"I-I've got you," you whispered, gathering him into your arms as though nothing else in the world existed. "I've got you.."
His forehead rested against yours. Even now, with the square frozen in horrified silence, his only concern was you. "My brave.." he began, his voice barely there. A faint smile was on his lips despite the pain. "My brave girl of the moon.."
You gathered him against your chest, letting him rest where your heartbeat was strongest, and through trembling lips you sang the very melody that had once guided a frightened little girl through the same woods he had watched over for centuries, long before you had ever known the wolf's name.
Far where the spring begins and winter ends..
Caught on a death-ill wind, the river bends.
A dear woodpecker that sings my plight,
Of one thirsty summer, when one had might.
The rain that knows my sorrow, the willow tree...
Has its roots of autumn remember me.
You take a deep breath as tears fall upon his still, but barely, smiling face. You brushed the hair from his face with careful fingers as you continued.
So sleep, my dearest child, your mother's here.
As flowers bloom with life, no monster's near.
The sound of midnight stars shall keep us safe.
None shall hurt thee, dear, in mother's wake..
The last note lingered only for a moment before the forest claimed it. You rested your forehead against his, crying. "You promised—" you whispered with a smile that fought apart beneath fresh tears. "You promised you'd never leave me alone again.."
soldier boy dirty talks so old and icky like i want that man to call me his bitch while fucking me in doggy woof
"Yeah, arch that back," ben rumbled, his huge hand pushing your spine into a devastating curve. "Want your little pup cunny tryin' to look at the sky."
You let him adjust your body for you, trying to ignore the feeling of rawness from the way you were being presented to him. He had you at an angle meant more for depth than pleasure, and without his hand forcing the position you would curl your hips away more with each thrust.
"Can feel you trying to run away like you don't love bein' daddy's little bitch. You love feelin' dad all up in his bitch's puppy guts, huh?
A broken sound escaped into the sheets, but from the way he pressed his hips against yours you could tell that it only spurred him on.
"Whine all you want, pup," he taunted. "Pretty little bitch cunt of yours hasn't given me any reason to stop."
Your legs started going numb from taking him like this, and you hated that he was taking the squelching sound of your cunt as an invitation to keep going. Your hips burned in over-exertion, and he was hitting you deep enough that your body was probably lubricating as a protective measure.
"Goddamn, she's still squeezin' me tight. Young pup cunt of yours hasn't even learned how to gape yet, huh?" He rubbed soothing circles on your back that only pressed you lower. "Don't worry, daddy'll teach her."
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Dean knew he’d gone too far, but in his mind, he hadn’t crossed any lines yet. To him, this was all a normal reaction for a man in love. He watched and followed you to protect you. He kept you away from your friends or boyfriends, whom Dean saw as threats to you, not him, because he wanted you happy. He came into your house and masturbated because he wanted you around, completely normal and in the name of love.
This had to be the sixth time he’d come over to your house and masturbated. He’d done it in different places in your house: your bathroom, your bedroom, your couch, your kitchen. He didn’t care. His cum wasn’t coming out as hard and as much as it had the first few times because of his excessive masturbation.
And now he was in your bed. He’d even gone so far as to take off his clothes, leaving himself completely naked between your white sheets. He was so immersed in the feel of your dirty panties against his damp cock that he didn’t hear the door open or close, or the jingle of your keys as you placed them on the table near the entrance.
He licked his lips as his precum stained your panties.
“Yes, right there. God, you’re so good.”
“Yes, right there. God, you’re so good.”
God, if only he’d heard your footsteps approaching…
“Oh, God!”
His eyes shot open, startled by your cry. He saw you standing right there in the doorway across from the bed.
You were terrified, your eyes wide as you dropped your bag on the floor. And it only turned Dean on more.
“Who the hell are you?! What are you doing?!” You stuttered, but your voice was fast. Your mind still hadn’t been able to grasp what was happening.
“Hey, calm down.” Dean spoke calmly, sitting up slowly, but not taking his hand off his cock.
A few moments passed, your breathing rapid, your mind working hard to process the situation. And then it hit you. There was a naked man in your bed, masturbating with panties that were probably yours.
Your gaze locked, time seemed to stand still, and Dean, seeing that it might be time to try and get closer to you, moved slightly to get out of bed, but it was an action that had another action, because it made you react and run from the room.
“Shit!” Dean cursed as he quickly got up and followed you. “Wait!” You grabbed for your keys, but your hands were shaking and they fell off, and in desperation you pulled on the door, not caring that it was locked. Dean stood a few feet behind you, his hand in front of him. “Hey…” You jumped and turned to face him. “Hey, calm down.”
He took a few steps toward you slowly so as not to scare you. You were trembling.
“W-who are you?”
“Someone who won’t hurt you.”
You swallowed.
“W-what are you doing here? What were you doing in my room?”
“Well…” He looked down at his naked body, his cock still hard, even harder after seeing you, your panties with semen on his hand, before looking up at you with a smirk. “We both know the answer to that.” He slowly moved closer until he was only inches away from you. You turned the doorknob again. “Hey, hey. Come on… don’t do that, babe.” He slowly brought his hand up to your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. “God… You’re even more beautiful up close.” You stared at him.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
He looked at you with offense, as if the mere thought of him hurting you was impossible.
“I could never do that to you.” He brought his face down to yours and licked his lips. “I love you.”
And with that, he kissed you.
It had to be the happiest moment of Dean’s life. Finally feeling your lips against his, not just imagining them. They were soft, and Dean swore they fit perfectly with his. And you… Well, you didn’t know how to react. You were still, shocked, terrified. You’d stayed put, just letting it happen. Your mind was a mess right now.
And Dean was loving every second of it.
He could feel your trembling and he reveled in your wailing. Something about the way you feared him turned him on.
He held your face with both hands, the panties touching your cheek, to make sure you didn’t move and licked your lips, trying to get between them. He wanted to make you open your mouth, so he reached up and pulled at your hair, causing you to gasp, and Dean took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.
He moaned against your mouth at the taste of you. You were so much better than he’d imagined, and he couldn’t help but move his hips against your body like a dog in heat.
Finally, he pulled his mouth away from yours with a soft bite and ran his thumb over your lips.
“Relax, I’ll make you feel better.” He said, noticing you were starting to react.
He held your hand and led you to the bedroom, knowing the way perfectly.
“Wait-”
“There’s no time to waste. I’ve waited too long for this.”
He pushed you onto the bed. He tilted his head, looking at you in admiration.
“God, you’re perfect.” He tugged at your feet, removing your boots and stockings, before running his hands over them. He smelled them and sighed, placing a kiss on them as he looked down at you. “Everything about you is perfect.”
He let go of your feet and brought a hand to his member, with her panties still in her fist, stroking himself slowly.
“Undress.” He ordered you.
It was his moment. All his fantasies, thoughts, desires… He was going to act on them all right now.
You complied. With trembling hands, you reached down to your jeans and pulled them down under Dean’s watchful eye. He bit his lower lip at the sight of your panties and brought the ones in his hand to his nose, sniffing deeply. You watched him, your heart skipped a beat, and you admitted in your head that you were wet.
He threw the panties aside. Now that he had you, he wouldn’t know them. He rested his knees on the edge of the bed and lowered his face to your core, sniffing. He let out a moan and licked through your panties. You had red panties. They weren’t considered sexy in society, but Dean figured you’d put them on hoping he’d see them. I mean, you must have suspected something already. So many times he’d left his cum on your things and not noticed? Surely you already knew and had come quietly to surprise him.
“Dirty girl.” He clicked his tongue. “I’d stay with my face between your legs for hours on end, but you denied me this long ago.”
And with that, he ripped your panties off, leaving a stinging sensation in the area. You gasped in surprise, and he positioned himself on top of you, holding your wrists above your head.
“Relax, you’ll love it. I’ll make you cum so many times that you’ll beg me to stop.” He held his member in one hand and entered you slowly, wanting to savor the moment. “Oh, baby, you feel so good.”
He looked into your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead before penetrating you. You moaned, your gaze darting around the room, so he cupped your chin in his hand, causing you to turn your gaze back to his.
“That’s it, baby, you’re so pretty.”
He began to move slowly from the outside in. He picked up his pace quickly. He couldn’t wait, he’d already waited too long. He slipped his hand under your sweater and squeezed your breast hard.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He lowered a hand to your clit, flicking it quickly as he watched you intently. “Come on, babydoll, cum for me. Only for me.”
And you did. Only for him. Your eyes rolled back and your body shook.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He kissed you roughly, biting your lips before pulling out of you and quickly turning you over, your face against the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
He entered you again and began a rapid pace. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, your eyes closed as tears streamed from your eyes—maybe from the pain, maybe from the pleasure, Dean liked it either way. His hips slammed against your ass and his balls against your clit. It was too much for you, so you shifted uncomfortably.
Dean reached his orgasm, his cum shooting out harder than ever, staining your insides. He gave a loud groan, his breathing rapid as he lay still for a moment, processing what had just happened. He pulled out of you slowly and watched the cum oozing out of your small, now red hole. He inserted two of his fingers, shoving it back in. You moaned at the sensation.
“Easy, easy, I’m finishing now, my love. You know something?” He gasped. “I’ll leave my semen inside you and make you bear my children. One after the other, without stopping. You’ll stay home taking care of them.” You clenched around him, and Dean took it as if you liked the idea. “Yeah, you feel that?” He growled through gritted teeth, feeling his cock twitch. “Oh, God, baby, that feels so good.” He moaned and closed his eyes. His thrusts got harder, moving you forward. He held your hands behind you and placed his foot on top of your head, pushing it into the sheets.
Dean smiled and lay down beside you, stroking your cheek. Your eyes were half-open, your face red, some of your hair falling in front of your face.
“You were perfect, baby. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He hugged you. “This is the beginning of a new life, sweetheart.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “You’ll see.”
just finished writing the 3rd (and last part) of my werewolf Leon fic. haha im so totally not crying with snot and ugly tears running down my face and into my mouth ahahaha totally not. you guys will love it but youll also probably most likely hate me #mayhaps #perhaps
thinking about cowboy!clark kent talking you through riding him in his awfully charming southern drawl.
"yeah, there ya' go, honey," he's guiding your hips on his cock with big, warm, calloused hands heavy on your skin, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you with each bounce.
there's an obvious bulge in your tummy from just how big he is, disappearing and reappearing with every shift of your hips.
"ohgod–" you choke out a whine, resting your sweaty forehead on his broad shoulder, letting him do most of the work by manually moving your hips. "s'big, clark" you bite down on his shoulder, his salty skin coating your tongue. that pulls a groan from him, he's rubbing the fat of your ass tenderly.
"i know, baby. i know" he's so loving, so incredibly doting that you can't help but cry out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him as his cock nearly splits you open.
"feels good though, don't it?" he drawls, gripping the hair on your head gently and pulling your face from the crook of his neck so he can pepper reverent kisses on your flushed, damp skin. "my pretty baby, jus' want t'make you feel good" he coos, head lolling back as your pussy flutters around him in response to his sweet words.
"fuck, clark" your face twists in pleasure, limbs turning into puddles as you feel that knot in your gut tightening impossibly. greedy hands roam his body, your fingertips running over his tanned arms and squeezing at his biceps. "m'close" you breathe out, looking down and literally moaning at the sight of the creamy white ring at the base of clark's member.
"i know it, sweet girl. can feel ya' milkin' me" he shakes his head, huffing a chuckle that shifts into a groan as you dig your manicured nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in your wake. he doesn't mind when you mark him up, if anything it makes him twitch inside of you.
his balls tighten up, heavy with cum as you grind down on him a few last times before your orgasm washes over you, leaving you moaning whorishly into his skin as he fucks up into you. "aw, there ya go, s'good h-honey, love you, sweetheart" he praises you for cumming, as if he didn't just do all of the work. "claaark" you breathe out, collapsing on top of him as a post-orgasm calm washes over you.
he finishes shorty after you, as he always makes it a goal to get you to finish before him. he thrusts up into you sloppily and shoots his warm release deep inside of you, making you squirm on top of him from the strange sensation. "i know, baby, feels weird..." he groans lowly, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back.
he lets you collapse on top of him, basically a puddle from how fucked out you are. he's pressing little kisses to your bare shoulder every so often, making sure you're as comfortable as you can be. "did so good for me, honey." he's just the sweetest cowboy. <3
this is overly freaked out but. thinking about forced intox with soldier boy and him continuing to tell you that this is the last hit he’ll make you take. but like he’s holding ur jaw and kissing you and giving you no other choice but to take the hits that way as he exhales them into your mouth 😵💫😵💫😵💫 i’m feeling insane
this is unjustifiably hot. he’s literally the definition of “just one more, baby, do it for me.” 𖧁୧ drug use, forced intox, allusion to drugged sex, dub/noncon, daddy kink ( 18+ )
You’ve always been easy to manipulate, Ben swears. All it takes is a few soft-spoken words, paired with those stern eyes that make your insides flutter in obedience. You’re sweet, and unsurprisingly, even more pliable when your head is all floaty, buzzing up in the clouds with your body practically fusing into the couch below you—all your inhibitions gone, along with any sliver of fight hidden beneath that affably soft exterior of yours.
Your skull vibrates from the THC quietly surging through your veins as you sit beside him, and every breath you inhale feels like a thousand kisses against the inside walls of your lungs.
You’re high, way too high. And unfortunately for you, that’s exactly how Ben likes it. His own little lamb—so easy and docile.
The scent of burning flower hits your nostrils the second Ben holds the joint to your lips for the umpteenth time, his other hand wrapped under your jawbone, holding you still. His own eyes are red, the capillaries sinfully swollen, glossed over with a sheen that makes the green of his irises more striking than usual, and his stare far more lethal. He murmurs through the smoke he exhales, his voice low and silky, “C’mon, puppy. Just one more, hm? Daddy’ll finish it off after this, I promise.”
A petulant groan leaves your lips in protest, but you know his hand won’t leave your jaw until you give in to his demand. Hazily, you wrap your lips around the butt of the joint and inhale, feeling the thick smoke blanket the inside of your lungs.
“Oh, attagirl,” Ben coos, watching you. “Taught you well, huh?”
You exhale with a slight cough, your eyes watering and flicking up to meet his in your deepened daze. Ben offers a triumphant smile, leering at your compliance, and boops your nose with his thumb before finally removing his grip from your face. He leans back into the sofa beside you with a contented grunt.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect,” he muses and lifts the joint to his own lips, taking a long slow drag for himself.
The head rush is instant as Ben pulls back. Every atom of your being mellows out into a calm puddle of warmth against the fabric of the couch. You’re unable to stop your head from lolling to the side, resting haphazardly on Ben’s sturdy shoulder. The weight of it makes Ben snicker—a smug breathy laugh. “Oh, babydoll. Can’t even keep that little head up straight? Gonna need Daddy to look after you again, huh? Poor little girl.”
Despite your heavy lids, you blink at his words, barely registering them amidst your whirring mind as he takes another puff. Not even a second later, Ben leans over you again, his hand returning to your jaw. His warm lips press against yours in a flash, his tongue forcing its way into your dry sticky mouth. Another whiny groan escapes you, and Ben takes the opportunity to exhale.
You have no choice but to swallow it down, letting the murky secondhand smoke invade your lungs. Your hands grab weakly at his arm—a silent plea to stop, to pull back. But he doesn’t, not until every last whisper of his drag enters your system.
It all happens too quickly beyond that point. A hazy blur from the weed. Far too many hits for a silly little thing like you.
His hands are quick after he stubs out the joint—his thick unforgiving fingers pressing into your flesh, manoeuvring your body to lay back on the length of the couch beneath him.
“Mm, just like that. Don’t fight me, bunny. Just give Daddy what he wants and it’ll all be over before you know it,” he mutters, tugging down your pants, already spreading your legs. “Lord knows how much better your pussy feels when you’re out of it. Soft and gooey, huh? Just like you, pathetic little thing.”
'm so happy and thanks ohhh, i'm so appreciated.🤗💕
I real love your words and writing. Already plan to catch up more from your masterlist.
Love the way you illustrated leon in that werewolf!leon story. Felt just like him!
You have my sincere expectation to the part 3🥰.
Just want to say this again. your stories are lovely!!!
STOPP this is so unbelievably sweet 😭😭😭 thank you so, so much mootie for taking the time to send this. genuinely, asks like these make me want to write ten times more. i don't think you realize how much they mean to me 𖹭𖹭 hearing that you loved my werewolf!leon and that he felt like leon is honestly one of the biggest compliments i could receive. i always worry about keeping him in character, even in completely different universes, so reading that made me smile so much and now i'm extra motivated to make part 3 the best i possibly can... i hope it'll be worth the wait!! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
thank you again for reading my stories, and for being so incredibly kind. i hope you continue enjoying everything you find on tokki.blog 🌷🌈🩷
i fell in love with your retired heart fic and i went to binge read all of your leon fics because you write him so well and all the prompts you wrote all captured my interest >< i just wanted to come by and compliment you cause you’re becoming one of my fav leon writers, there’s just something so well written and detailed about your fics that i can’t get enough
i do love the dbf leon trope so much, i’m def looking forward to more of that if you choose to write more of it :3
anyways tysm for reading this and i hope you have an amazing rest of your weekend ! take care 🤍
hi dear bunny reader 🤍(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) this genuinely made my entire day, thank you so much for taking the time to send something so kind. it honestly means more to me than i can put into words that you not only enjoyed retired heart but went back and read my other leon fics too. hearing that you think i write him well is such a huge compliment because i spend so much time trying to capture his character and build these little worlds around him.
and ahhh i'm so happy you noticed the details!! i think that's my favorite part of writing. messages like yours genuinely make me want to open my docs and start writing immediately. 😭😭😭😭 also dbf leon has a very special place in my heart, so i ofc there will be more of him in the future.
thank you again for being so thoughtful and for supporting my work. i appreciate you more than you know. i hope you have the loveliest week ahead, and thank you for making mine a little brighter. 🫶🏻🫶🏻꒰ঌ ໒꒱
𑣲𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─── Far from the village and from the world that once sought to shape your fate, you find peace in the arms of the ancient wolf who saved you. You begin to discover a life neither of you ever thought possible. Now, love becomes something beautifully ordinary.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ᣟ𐚁˳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : WEREWOLF ! LEON KENNEDY x fem!reader, afab! reader, gothic fairytale AU kind of, gothic horror elements, age gap ( leon is literally hundreds of years old), ABO basically, fluff, unprotected p in v, fingering ( f receiving ), lots of talking, if there's something else lmk !!!
݁ᲝAIᲘ ᲝEᲘU | PART ONE | ˖Ი𐑼⋆ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 🎮 . ᐟ.ᐟ hello everybunny! i'm sosososo glad you all enjoyed the first part of this little series and the world i built. :3 besides this one, there's only one more part left before the story comes to an end, so please keep an eye out for it! i know some of the wording might feel a little unusual, but i did my best to give it that old-timey, gothic fairytale feel. teehee ♡ enjoy !!!
Men have always believed themselves capable of dividing the world.
They drew borders where rivers once wandered freely, they built temples upon sacred ground and named themselves the voices of gods they had never met, they wrote laws on parchment and believed the forest ought to obey them.
Yet the earth has never learned the language of men. The moon does not ask whom it may love before it rises, the river does not turn away the wolf because it has already embraced the lake. Spring does not bloom only for the worthy.
Love, perhaps, is the oldest rebellion of all. Somewhere beyond the reach of church bells and gilded hands, where no map dared stay for long, the river continued its endless song. It did not know of treaties. It did not care for crowns, nor temples, or the names men gave themselves in hopes of feeling important. It knew only the mountains from which it had been born and the sea to which it would one day return.
Perhaps that was freedom. Or maybe freedom was something else entirely. Perhaps it was the feeling of cold water embracing bare skin, of drawing breath without waiting for permission, of loving without asking whether the world would approve.
The forest had given you both that much.
Morning had only just begun. Mist drifted above the surface, soft as breath, while birds hidden somewhere beyond the willows greeted the day with lovely melody.
The current curled around your ankles as you stepped carefully over smooth stones, your dress long abandoned on the grassy bank alongside Leon's torn clothes. The water stole a quiet gasp from your lips, cool enough to make every inch of you shiver before the warmth of the morning sun settled over your shoulders once more.
You smiled to yourself. Leon stood farther, sunlight scattered over the rippling surface, breaking against the broad planes of his shoulders and the countless pale scars that crossed his skin, old stories carved into bark. Some were thin enough to disappear whenever the light shifted, others were jagged, silvered with age. You wondered how many lives they carried.
"It is colder than I imagined." you spoke, laughing softly to yourself.
Behind you, the river hardly seemed to notice another body entering. Leon walked into the current without haste. Water climbed the long lines of his legs as though reluctant to let him pass. His hair, unbound this morning, rested against his shoulders in pale strands that caught the light filtering through the leaves.
He looked less like a man than something the river itself had remembered.
His golden eyes found you almost immediately.
"You will grow used to it."
"I am beginning to believe you say that about everything."
A smile touched the corner of his mouth. "Because it is often true."
You shook your head, though your own smile betrayed you. The current reached your waist now, carrying little ribbons of sunlight around your body. You dipped your hands beneath the surface before splashing cool water over your shoulders.
Leon watched yet not greedily as though every morning he still expected to wake and find the forest had dreamed you into existence.
"What?"
"You are smiling."
Your cheeks warmed. "So are you."
"I rarely smiled before you." You lowered your eyes to the rippling water. "I find that difficult to believe."
"It is no less true."
Silence settled again, but it never asked anything of either of you. The river spoke enough.
You crouched until the water reached your shoulders, sighing as the chill finally became pleasant. When you rose again, your hair clung to your neck in heavy strands. Leon had moved closer without your noticing.
Only an arm length separated you now.
He reached toward you and his fingers brushed a leaf tangled in your damp hair. "It followed you."
You blinked. "A leaf?"
"It appears the forest is unwilling to surrender you, even for a bath."
A laugh escaped before you could stop it. "You tease me."
"I speak only what I witness."
"You are.. impossible."
"So I have been told." He held the little green leaf between two fingers before letting the current steal it away.
"Well—" You watched it drift downstream. "It will find another home.."
"As everything should." His voice was quiet.
You looked up, eyes wide as the noon star. "I think.." You hesitated. "I spent so long believing I belonged nowhere." the confession slipped out "The village never wanted us, the church wished only to use us. Even my own home never truly felt—" You searched for the word. "Safe."
Leon listened without interruption. Now he stepped closer, the water barely reaching the middle of his chest. "It grieves me.." he said softly "That you learned loneliness before you learned peace."
You swallowed. His hand rose to your face, rough fingers brushing a strand of wet hair behind your ear. "But the forest knew." You looked into those impossible golden eyes. "And I knew." Something inside your chest tightened.
"I wish I had known it was you."
"I am glad you did not."
"You are?"
"You spoke freely." His thumb rested lightly against your cheek. "You never feared my judgment. You told me every sorrow your heart carried."
A watery laugh escaped you. "I told you my secrets."
"You entrusted them to a wolf."
Your smile grew. "Perhaps I always trusted you."
His expression softened into something so unbearably gentle it almost hurt to witness.
"I believe–" he murmured "That part of your soul remembered mine long before your mind could."
The water curled around your bodies, carrying away the last traces of dried blood that still lingered beneath your nails even after all these days.
You looked down as the water washed over your hands. "So much has happened."
"It has."
"It almost feels.." You searched again. "As though I have lived two lives." Leon lifted your hand from the river as droplets fell between your joined fingers.
"You have." He turned your palm over then pressed his lips against the center of it. "This one shall be kinder."
You could think of nothing to say as your forehead rested against his chest. The river flowed around you both without complaint, it had been waiting years to carry the reflection of two souls standing where once there had only ever been one.
The forest had begun to remember your footsteps. Where once every thorn had seemed eager to catch your ankles and every branch had an adoration to tangling into your hair they now greeted you with the familiarity reserved for creatures that belonged. The animals no longer startled at your scent and birds resumed their songs long before you had passed. Even the wind had ceased testing you, weaving through your hair with the affection of an old fried.
Maybe the forest had accepted you. Or perhaps it had only followed its king's example.
The days passed without measure and you had stopped counting them after the first week. There seemed little purpose in it now for the world beyond the trees still existed.
That afternoon, rain lingered somewhere beyond the hills, carried upon a breeze that smelled of wet earth long before the clouds themselves arrived like a sleepy prince. Leon walked ahead of you, his broad shoulders parting ferns that slowly rose again after he passed.
You had long since learned that he never wandered without reason. When he stepped away from the familiar trail, you followed without question at first, though before long curiosity overtook your silence. "This is not the way."
"No." His answer came simply.
"We are going elsewhere?" You glanced toward the trees surrounding you. "Have you hunted something?"
A faint smile on rosy lips "No."
He offered nothing more. You sighed softly through your nose, a childish pout on your face. "You are terribly fond of secrets."
"They are only secrets until we arrive."
The climb grew steeper beneath your feet. Moss covered stones emerged from the earth like bones and ivy climbed the trunks so thickly it became difficult to tell where bark ended and vine began.
Then the trees opened and nestled beneath the shelter of the hillside stood a small cabin.
It seemed almost grown rather than built, as though the forest had slowly wrapped its arms around it through the years. One of its wooden shutters hung crooked, stirring gently each time the breeze wandered through the clearing.
"There is... a house?" Leon stopped beside you. "There is."
Your eyes stayed on it. No smoke drifted from the chimney and no footprints disturbed the gravel leading to the door. Even the windows reflected only trees.
"It has been empty for many years."
You approached almost scared, your fingertips brushing across weathered timber worn smooth by rain and countless winters. The wood felt cool beneath your skin. "It doesn't feel abandoned.."
"No." He watched you rather than the cabin itself. "It remembers."
You turned toward him. "What does?"
"The people who once laughed inside it."
You found yourself imagining things that were no longer there. Boots drying beside the hearth, a kettle humming over the angry fire, a little girl humming to herself while snow settled outside.
Ghosts, yes, gentle ones.
Leon pushed the door open. Its hinges protested softly, though not enough to disturb the peace sleeping inside. Dust floated lazily through ribbons of afternoon light. A rough hewn table rested near the hearth, one corner polished smoother than the rest by years of patient hands. A single bed stood beneath the window, covered by a thick wool blanket that time had faded but never stolen. Bundles of dried herbs still hung from the rafters, their fragrance only barely surviving the passing seasons.
Your gaze wandered slowly through the room until it settled upon Leon once more.
"It is beautiful.."
"It is old."
"So are you."
Silence followed, then unexpectedly, Leon laughed. "You have become bold, my dear."
Heat climbed into your cheeks, red as pansies. "I have lived with a wolf for weeks.."
"Ah, a poor influence."
"The worst."
His smile lingered longer this time. You walked farther inside, trailing your fingers across the edge of the table before pausing beside the window. Beyond the glass, the forest stretched endlessly, untouched by walls or roads or church spires.
It was only then that you noticed what Leon had been carrying over one shoulder. A bundle wrapped carefully in linen. He set it upon the table with surprising care before unfolding the cloth. Inside lay simple things. A wooden comb, a warm wool cloak dyed the deep green of pine needles, a pair of sturdy leather boots scarcely worn, a small iron kettle, a basket filled with dried herbs, mushrooms, and berries gathered that very morning.
You stared at them, blushed. "Leon.."
"I thought—" he said quietly "That the forest is home to me because I was born beneath its sky."
His fingers rested lightly against the back of the chair. "But you were not, my brave fawn." You looked up to him. "You deserve more than stones beneath your back every night."
The words settled somewhere deep behind your wild heart. He had thought of it all before you ever had. He had understood that loving the forest did not mean you ceased being human.
Without thinking, you crossed the room, your arms slipping around his waist. For a second he remained completely still, almost startled by the suddenness of it, then his own arms closed around you with a gentleness that belied their strength.
He rested his cheek against the crown of your head, his embrace tightening ever so slightly, as though he feared the wind itself might think to steal you away.
"It is not much."
A quiet laugh escaped you, though it caught somewhere behind the tears gathering in your eyes.
"No..." Your fingers curled into the coarse fabric at his back, holding him just a little tighter. "It is everything." You lifted your gaze around the little cabin once more. It was humble, forgotten by the world. Yet no palace built by kings could ever have felt half as precious. "I love it."
Your voice was scarcely louder than the rain stirring beyond the walls. Leon looked at you for a long while before one of his rough hands rose to cradle your face. His thumb brushed away the tear that had escaped despite your smile.
"You still cry so easily, sweet little girl."
A sheepish laugh slipped from your lips. "These are happy tears.."
"I know." Joy upon your face remained a miracle he had not yet grown accustomed to witnessing. "It suits you far better than sorrow."
His forehead came to rest gently against yours.
"If I spend the rest of my days giving you reasons to smile like this..." he murmured "Then I shall think my long life was finally spent well."
Your heart swelled so painfully you thought it might burst. "I love you.." you whispered. The corners of his mouth softened into that smile which belonged only to you. "I know."
His lips found your forehead in a kiss so tender. "And there is nothing beneath this moon that I cherish more than you."
The cabin door scraped softly against the floor as it opened. You barely looked up from the loaf beneath your hands. "You've taken your time."
Rain answered before he did. A few cold drops found the wooden floorboards, followed by the unmistakable weight of heavy paws crossing the threshold. The scent of damp earth drifted through the little cabin, wrapping itself around the warmth of fresh bread and burning cedar.
"You've been all over the mountain today, haven't you?" you asked, dusting flour from your fingers before glancing over your shoulder.
The words died halfway to your lips as dark pawprints wandered lazily across the floorboards, beginning at the door and disappearing farther into the cabin, as though some woodland spirit had decided to leave its mark upon every plank you'd spent the morning scrubbing.
"Leon—" He had nearly reached the hearth before your voice found him.
The great wolf slowed, turning his head just enough for one golden eye to settle on you. Your gaze dropped to the floor then back to him. "You cannot expect me to believe you did not notice."
For a long moment, nothing happened. The fire cracked behind him, rain hit against the roof then, with complete composure, he resumed walking.
"You truly mean to ignore me?"
You crossed the room, stepping around the muddy prints as though afraid making more of them would somehow make the offence worse.
When you reached him, you planted yourself squarely in his path. "You know..." you began, folding your arms beneath your chest "I was rather pleased with this floor." The wolf looked past you toward the table.
"You are listening?" His ears gave the smallest twitch. "I swept beneath the bed. I moved the table... I even found one of your stockings."
That earned you a little glance from the wolf. "There!" You pointed triumphantly. "So you do hear me!"
Another minute passed before the familiar ripple moved through his body. The broad frame of the wolf gave way to the man you'd come to love, rainwater still clinging to pale hair and broad shoulders alike.
He followed your finger toward the floor, studying the muddy trail with thoughtful seriousness.
"I see."
"You see?"
"I may have left... a few."
"Wh— A few?"
He considered it. "Several."
You let out a laugh that was meant to sound exasperated. "You are— impossible!"
"So you tell me."
"I mean it!"
"I know."
You stooped to reach for the bucket resting beside the hearth. "I suppose I shall fetch more water."
Before your fingers could touch the handle, another hand closed gently around your wrist. "Leave it."
His expression held none of the amusement that had been there only moments before. Instead he studied you with that same impossible tenderness that still managed to leave you breathless, as though every ordinary little thing you did remained a wonder to him.
"I have done something dreadful.." Leon spoke.
"You have.." A frown threads your brows together.
"I ought to make amends."
"I-I should think so.."
He stepped closer, tilting his head. "So stern."
"You have earned it!"
"I believe I have."
You tried to hold his gaze, determined not to surrender so easily. It lasted only until his thumb brushed the dusting of flour from your cheek.
"You have flour.." he said softly, almost to himself.
"I know.." You tut.
"No." His smile was faint. "I do not think you do." His thumb lingered against your hot skin. "It suits you."
"You sly wolf.. You are changing the subject."
"I am."
"And it will not save you."
"No?"
"No!"
He closed the last inch between you. "I fear—" he whispered "I have neglected something more important than your floor."
Your brows lifted. "And what might that be?"
"You." Before you could think of something clever enough to answer, he bent his head and kissed you slowly and his lips were still cool from the rain.
His lips lingered against yours for one lingering heartbeat before he drew away, though not by much.
"Will you permit me to make amends now?"
You looked at him through narrowed eyes, though there was hardly any annoyance left in them. "That depends."
"Upon what?"
"How sincere your apology proves to be."
A thoughtful hum escaped him. "Then I fear words alone shall not suffice."
"No.." you agreed, far too pleased with yourself. "I do not believe they will."
His thumb idly traced the inside of your wrist.
"Then... Will you finally allow me to relieve you of these troublesome skirts?"
"Leon..."
"Or would you sooner keep them on, so that they might remind me of my crimes?"
A laugh threatened to escape before you stopped it.
"Must I get upon my knees and beg your forgiveness, my dear?"
You pretended to consider it. "Perhaps." His brow lifted. "Though not to scrub the floor."
"No?"
You shook your head, unable to stop smiling now. "Leon! You are only teasing me."
"A little."
"Far more than a little!"
His smile remained small, almost secret. "Can you blame me? You are a lovely sight when you are cross."
"I am not cross!"
"No?"
"Not terribly.."
"Ah." His fingers brushed another streak of flour from your cheek. "Then I have already begun to earn my pardon."
"Do not grow so confident."
"I would not dare."
"You are doing it this very moment."
A quiet chuckle escaped him. You looked at him for another long moment before sighing in theatrical defeat. "Do you truly believe you need to ask anything of me?"
Something softened in his expression. "No." Leon admitted quietly. "But I should like to all the same."
"Why?"
"Because what is freely given is a far greater gift than anything taken."
Your heart melted. "I suppose.." lowering your eyes with a smile you could not hide. "I shall allow you the chance to apologize."
Leon's own smile deepened, warm enough to banish the last of the rain from the room.
"Then apologize.." he said softly, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. "I shall, my sweetest girl."
The easy amusement had gone quiet, replaced by that familiar hunger which always seemed to surface whenever the two of you found yourselves alone. It reminded you, for the briefest of moments, that before he had ever been the man who gave you a home, he had belonged to the forest, the beast many feared.
"Come here." he said softly.
You smiled. "I am already here."
"Clever little thing.." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Closer."
Leon's fingers slipped higher, tracing the length of your arm until they settled at your shoulder. "May I?"
You answered by leaning into him.
"My sweet doe..." His fingertips found the fastening at your shoulder. They lingered there only for a bit before easing it free with patience, never taking his eyes from yours. The fabric loosened beneath his hands, falling ever so slightly, and he paused again, watching you as he pulled on it lower, lower, until your chest lay fully bare before him.
"There you are.." he whispered. You laughed quietly, your face warm beneath his gaze.
"You look at me as though you've never seen me before.."
"That is because.." He bent his head then, pressing a lingering kiss to the hollow of your collarbone before another found the warm skin between your breasts. "I fear I shall never grow accustomed to the privilege." His forehead rested there for a brief moment, as though he wished to remember the sound of your heartbeat, before his arms gathered you gently against him.
"The moon has been generous to me already." he said quietly, leading you toward the warmth of the little bed. "Yet I find myself growing greedy." His smile was small, almost sheepish. "If spring should find you carrying our little ones..." His eyes searched yours "I will count myself the richest soul these woods have ever known." before his mouth latched onto one of your pebbled nipples.
"Oh, Leon.."
"Would your heart welcome such a gift, my dear girl?" He continues, both of you now fully on the bed. "Full of my child.."
"Yes.. I– ah!" Your answer dissolved into a trembling breath as the last of your garments slipped away beneath his rough claws. Leon's gaze lingered.
"You are altogether too pure for me.." he murmured, his voice roughened "It is a cruel thing.. for the thoughts that fill my head are anything but innocent." His kisses wandered lower, lingering over and beneath your ribs before settling against your tummy.
"I do not mind it—" you whispered, fingers disappearing into his pale hair. "You know I do not.."
"Oh, I know." He laughs mean as two thick fingers brushed your lips. "Open."
You opened for him without hesitation. His eyes never left yours as your lips closed around them, your tongue tracing the rough calluses earned from centuries of hunting. Satisfaction flickered across his face before he slowly withdrew them.
Those same fingers drifted lower. He gathered the slick warmth waiting between your folds with slow strokes, spreading it over his hand before gently parting you.
"My lovely girl.."
One finger eased inside. Your breath caught instantly, no matter how many times he'd done it, the feeling always left you breathless.
A second soon followed. "There... Still so tight."
"Oh, my— Leon.."
His thumb stroked the inside of your thigh while his fingers moved, stretching you little by little. His tongue swept hurried across your swollen bud, hungry, impatient. He lapped up thirsty everything you were willing to give.
"I don't think I shall ever get tired of tasting you.." Leon huffs against your glistening cunt while his fingers plunge deep. Your juices coated his fingers and the stubble of his face, soft growls escaping him as he devoured. Your walls squeezed around his thick fingers and he knew you were close. The melody that were your moans while your whole body was writhing urged him on, and in no time you came over the edge, that familiar feeling washing away any and all thoughts.
"That's it.."
Leon withdrew his fingers slowly before lifting them to his swollen lips. Without breaking eye contact, he dragged his tongue across them. His free hand wandered lazily over your body, settling around the softness of your breast before twisting one nipple until you yelped from the pain.
"Leon–" You reached for him, hands catching at his waist, trying to pull him closer.
"So... I have earned your forgiveness?" he laughed beneath his breath and you nod your head. "Please, please.. I forgave you long ago– do not make me wait."
He smiled to himself, quiet and terribly pleased. "Is that so?"
"Yes, yes— it is."
"So I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer.." as he reaches to free his painfully hard cock. "Please don't.." You're already teary eyed.
His length slid against your sopping entrance, teasing and pressing against it but not entering. Your breath stopped for a bit, thighs trembling as you tried to pull him closer, show him how much you needed it, him.
"When have you become this greedy?" and with that he eases himself within your flower, and your whole body vibrates as a sting spreads through it, the sheer size of him still something you have yet to grow accustomed to. Your walls squeeze around him once, twice and he moans a shy sound before plunging straight into you. Your mouth fell open, a trembling cry spilling free as tears shimmered at the corners of your eyes. Shame would have found you, had it not been for the way Leon looked at you, as though you were the finest wonder ever created beneath the heavens.
"I shall never weary of this.." Leon breathed, his voice rough as his hips snapped up, up into you, hitting your cervix dead on. "Never shall I tire of filling you up with my cock, sweet, sweet girl of the moon."
With each relentless thrust, he drew your legs higher upon the broad span of his shoulders, rough hands holding you there effortlessly. Leon's brows knit in concentration, every measured movement guided by an instinct that knew your body almost as well as his own, the tip of his cock perfectly kissing that spongy spot that made your head spin and fill with stars. He was persistent, yes, determined to have you fall apart as many times as your mortal body would allow. One broad hand settled low against your belly, guiding you nearer still, fucking deeper than you had thought possible. The change in your expression did not escape him. Your eyes flew open at once finding his, wide with astonishment.
"L-Leon, I— Mnh!" The words dissolved into a helpless cry as your back arched from the mattress, your fingers twisting helplessly into the soft woollen sheets beneath you.
Wonder softened every line of his face, as though, after all the centuries he had wandered this earth, nothing had ever compared to the sight before him.
"Sweet heavens..." he breathed, scarcely above a whisper. "How has the moon seen fit to bless me so?"
"P-Please do not stop, hah, my—" Whatever words you had meant to speak were lost to breathless fragments, warmth and wonder robbing you of every coherent thought. Whatever enchantment he had woven over your body had claimed you entirely.
"I will not." he breathed, giving the faintest shake of his head. "I could not, even if I were to try, your cunt is— oh, my dear, it is bliss."
With those words, the last of his restraint deserted him. His movements grew desperate, driven by something maybe older than reason itself. A great wave swept through you, stealing the very strength from your already weak limbs.
You trembled beneath him, scarcely able to draw breath, while Leon gathered you against him as though afraid you might come apart entirely. His hands roamed over your shaking frame, soothing what only moments before he had so mercilessly unraveled. His hips did not stop, oh no, for the thought of spring, of the future he had whispered into your ear, had stirred something within him. His movements grew instinctive, untamed, each one punctuated by a rough growl torn from deep in his chest. The sound surrounded you, wild, the language of a creature far older than anything you've known. You barely knew where your own breath ended and his began, your body yielding as he filled you up completely and those animal sounds kept you somewhat awake.
"I pray it takes. May the moon grant it.." he rasped. "No— she will. I know she will. You will bear me strong little ones. I can smell it upon you." He buried his face against your neck, drawing a slow breath before another quiet rumble escaped him.
"This is where you belong. In my arms... filled by me, loved by me, beneath my care."
"Yes, yes.." you nodded helplessly.
His lips found your temple, but there was nothing delicate about the way he held you now. Instinct had claimed him entirely. His arms locked around you, drawing you tight against his body as his movements faltered at last. He buried his face against your throat, breathing you in with famished, uneven breaths, another feral growl vibrating against your skin as he painted your velvet walls with warm spurts, the base of his cock swelling more, more as he pulled you there, allowing you to feel him, well, in your guts.
You lay against him, merely able to keep your eyes open. Every breath came slow, your limbs wonderfully heavy, your cheek tucked beneath his chin where you could hear the steady beat of his heart.
Leon did not move, he only held you. "Too much again?" he asked at last, his voice quieter. You managed the smallest shake of your head. "No..."
The word came little more like a sleepy murmur.
His hand wandered gently through your hair. "Tell me if I have ever asked more of you than you could bear."
"Never, Leon.."
He lowered his head, pressing a lingering kiss against your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open just enough to find his, your breathing evening beneath the shelter of his arms.
"Sleep now, dearest girl." he smiled against your hair. "The forest may wait until morning."
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