Recent content by Marchello Farregrynn

The hand that Marchello had reached out to automatically refill that newly emptied cup, spasmed almost imperceptibly at the voice that accompanied it. The arched tendons in his hands pronounced under his stretched tan skin and his heart betrayed him by hitching in his chest. Such a fickle...

Marchello stood at the heart of the autumn festival, the flickering firelight casting enchanting shadows on his handsome fae features. His fiery auburn hair, the color of autumn leaves, caught the glow of the flames. His golden-brown skin was clear, save for the prominent scar that ran from his...

Oliver. The name suited him. In that moment, as Oliver extended his hand, Marchello pondered how the name seemed to reflect the quiet strength and authenticity he sensed in the man. It was a name that spoke of reliability. And carried a timeless quality, much like the rugged landscapes of...

"Diminutive?!" He gave a mock glance down, as if just now recognizing the state of his, well, undress and how little it left to the imagination. "Yes, well, it seems the rain has given up the goose on my end. Apologies, if it at all makes you uncomfortable.. I promise the moment we are out of...

Th3GrapeDadi: Hi, guys I'm new to fanfic. I was told I should look for, a/b/o tags. But no one has told me what that is? But apparently werewolves are the place to start? Also, what's Y/N. Sorry, first time.

"Just the two, you say?" He asked with mock surprise before revealing a wolfish smile, his tone flirtatious. "My, then I best not waste them on trivial things, like say, a handshake between noble men, eh?" He threw his back and laughed at the expression on the man's face. The absurdity of his...

The fae was contemplating whether he was actually going to grab his horses and head the hell back home, head hung low, resolved to retrieve his broken wagon and casks a different day. A drier day. When a voice full of rich timbre pulled him from his melancholic musings. He turned with a...

All he could manage at this point was staring at the state of his wagon in exhausted disbelief. His driving team of horses was tied to a copse of trees off the roadway where they would stay marginally dryer as Marchello tried to find a way to royally UNfuck his day. But if the torrential...