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evermoresqueiswriting · 28 days

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“I was scared of dentists and the dark I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations Oh, all my friends are turning green You're the magician's assistant in their dream”

summary: going on the camp's field trip to olympus because clarisse asked you to, meeting your father and clarisse's father and also, there are new updates from camp - luke gone, and percy's arrival

pairing: clarisse la rue x f!reader

word count: 6.7k (14 year old me would never believe me if i said i casually wrote a 6k chapter)

tags: mostly fluff, tiny splash and angst

series masterlist 3/?

The date ended really late – you fell asleep on the beach, and Clarisse didn’t have the heart to wake you up. She didn’t dare, you looked too peaceful to disturb. You loved taking naps and whenever you were around Clarisse, you felt safe enough to do so. By the time you woke up, it was already dark, and Clarisse had put your blouse back on you because it started to get chilly. When you realised what time it was, you hurried Clarisse and grabbed all your bags before leaving the beach.

The ride back home was quite long, and once you got into camp, it was really quiet. You and Clarisse tried to be quiet, and walked slowly towards your cabins, but then you heard footsteps. Both of you whipped around. Chiron, hands on his hip and Mr D, standing next to him.

“Hi,” you waved.

Clarisse swiftly grabbed your hand to put it down.

“You missed the curfew,” Mr D said.

“What– What curfew? There was one?” you hesitated, looking at Clarisse.

“Yes,” Mr D continued, “it was written, black on white, that you should be home before 9pm. And it’s, would you look at that,” he showed you his watch-less wrist, “it’s past 11!”

“We– I didn’t know,” you explained, “I- I mean– I can’t read and neither can she.”

Chiron shook his head, and Clarisse stepped in front of you, shielding you from their disappointed faces.

“We’re sorry, we didn’t see the time.”

Your hand was grabbing tightly onto Clarisse’s arm.

“Go back to your cabins and rest,” Chiron said.

“Yeah, cause you’ll need it for the cleaning duties you’ll get for the whole week or month, I still haven’t decided yet haha,” Mr D finished and walked away.

You were once again alone. You sighed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, not daring to look at her.

“What for?”

“I should’ve read the whole letter, I should've known and now because of me you’ll have cleaning duties for maybe a whole month!”

“I don’t mind, I had a great time today,” you raised your head up at this, “I’ll do another month again if it means we get to do that again.”

“Really?” you smiled.

“Really, now go to sleep.”

It ended up being a whole month of cleaning duties, but neither of you cared because you got to be together.

Your summer was split between three people, Clarisse, Will and Lee.

Fighting and combat with Clarisse. Clarisse was ruthless, not letting you rest for a bit, always pushing you to your limits. She had one thing in mind and that was for you to be the best version of yourself. You were progressing fast which she was extremely proud of. Just like Luke said, you were a natural fighter, and everyone noticed that during Capture the Flag. You went from hiding behind Clarisse the whole time from leading the fight.

Archery lessons from Lee. Lee was also very insistent as a teacher. Never letting you rest.

“Hitting a still target is easy, a child could do it,” Lee told you in his first lesson. “But no monster is going to stay still for you to hit it at your pace. So, we’ll practise on moving targets, fast and unpredictable ones.”

And he was right, it was much more difficult. There was no time for you to prepare, and see where the wind went. But after some practice, it was easier. He was a good teacher, after all. You were tired and sore at the end of every day, which seemed a bit excessive for a fun, safe, summer camp for half bloods. They looked like they were preparing you for war at this pace. And when you had some free time, you spent it with Cornelia painting and playing old board games they had in the cabins. It was a great way to relax.

Alongside sharpening your skills, you also spent an absurd amount of time at the infirmary with Will. Michael was the one teaching you everything, with a tiny Will following you there too. He was absorbing information at an incredible pace.

“Isn’t he a bit young to be learning all of this?” you asked Michael.

“Yeah, but he’s good at it, so who cares? Surely not Mr D.”

Will was a really nice kid, and obviously a natural healer. With the two of you at the infirmary, Michael was able to leave for longer periods of time. Will and you often held karaoke afternoons while cleaning the infirmary. And this time, it was your turn to choose the song. So, You and Will were dueting ‘august’ by Taylor Swift when someone came in.

“But do you remember? Remember when I pulled up and said, "Get in the car" And then canceled my plans just in case you'd call? Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all "Meet me behind the mall" Remember–” you sang with Will.

“You’re having fun here,” Clarisse leaned on the doorframe.

You screamed, and turned around.

“Clarisse! Hi,” Will waved.

She gave you a questioning look. They had never met.

“This is Will Solace, my brother,” you smiled.

“Yeah, y/n talks about you all the time!” Will smile proudly, before you shoved him aside.

“Betrayal, I said all of these things in confidence, but whatever,” you dragged him outside. “Go grab some more supplies, we’re missing ambrosia.”

“But it’s ful–.”

You slammed the door.

“He doesn’t know what he’s saying,” you laughed, turning back to Clarisse.

“Sure,” she smirked.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“I forgot to give you something.”

“A gift?” you beamed.

She took out a small tissue bag from her pocket and handed it to you. You opened it, and let the object slip into your palm. A ring.

“Are you proposing?” you joked.

She rolled her eyes, and smiled.

“I watched you pick this size when choosing yours, so you shouldn’t lose this one.”

“Thank you, it’s so pretty I love it!” you put it on your left index.

Clarisse had the one you gave her on her necklace.

“Great, don’t lose it.”

“I won’t!”

And just like that – in the blink of an eye – summer was over, and it was time for you to leave camp and go back home. You knew it was time to leave when Mr D started yelling that those who weren’t staying for the year to leave immediately because he had enough of seeing you bunch. When you walked away from your cabin, you noticed Clarisse was already waiting for you at the entrance of camp.

“I guess this is goodbye,” she smiled.

“Until October, for the field trip,” you corrected her. “I talked to Mr D and he said it was ok for me to come. So really it’s only two months away! And I’ll send letters, I’m sure Hermes Express have those next day delivery types of… offers?”

“Sure.”

You fiddled with your fingers.

“I’m going to miss you,” you admitted. “And I’ll miss Capture the Flag and being on your team, and I’ll miss sparing with you, and I’ll miss… seeing you everyday.”

Her eyes softened.

“Only two months, like you said.”

You nodded. Then, hesitantly, you opened your arms.

“What?” Clarisse frowned.

“We should hug goodbye.”

She had her arms crossed, but then she uncrossed them and you went to wrap your arms around her torso. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around your shoulders. When her arms loosened, you let go.

“I’ll see you soon Clarisse,” you squeezed her arm, before walking away.

“See you soon sunshine,” Clarisse watched you walk away, “I’ll miss you too,” but you were already too far away to hear it.

Once you were back home, the first thing you did was to go find your mom’s old walkerman. You had to go search the old boxes your mom had put away in the attic – it was difficult but worth it.

“Why do you need this?” your mother asked once you came out of the attic with her walkerman.

“It’s for— my friend?”

“Clarisse?”

“Yes. Clarisse.”

When you told your mother about your summer at camp, it had included a lot of Clarisse related stories.

“And I told her I’d send letters so we could keep in touch, but now I realise I can’t write for the life of me, and even if I did write something, she’s spent too much time trying to decipher what I wrote, and it's just not– good. So I thought I’d send her this,” you waved the walkerman, “and I’d buy empty cassettes to record things, and send pictures along with it.”

“Oh, that’s a very nice thing to do,” she nodded.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you– to ask you really. Hm, there is this field trip at camp… in october. It’d be during the halloween vacations, so I won’t miss school. Can I go, please?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

Well that was easy.

So every week, you’d record what you did and update Clarisse about your life, you’d take pictures and buy her favourite snacks — you tried out a lot during your date — and ship it to camp half-blood. Clarisse would also send you pictures. The dinner, pictures of Will and behind one of his pictures he’d written ‘i miss u <3’ on the back, people training, their win at Capture the Flag, and you’d keep everything in a box dedicated to Clarisse.

Two months. Two months at camp went by fast, too fast even. But two months at school, minus your friends and the fun at camp, it was slow. You woke up every day at 6:45am, got ready and left for school, came back around 5:50pm and did your homework, ate, washed-up, and then scrolled on twitter, fighting with random accounts, and then went to sleep. Your routine was boring to no end, but you tried so you could have things to tell Clarisse. But life outside of camp was boring and your mother could see that.

“You know, if you wanted to stay at camp for the whole year, I wouldn’t stop you.”

Oh.

“But, what about you then? I don’t want you to live alone in this big ass mansion.”

“I’m an adult, I’ll be fine,” she reassured you.

“I won’t, knowing you’ll be alone.”

Your mom wasn’t on good terms with her parents after they learned that she’d be raising a kid alone, without marriage or even a boyfriend. After you were born, they did visit and spent time with you, but never with your mom, their daughter. So she couldn’t even call them to come live with her. You weren’t going to abandon her when she only has you.

“I–,” she put her chopsticks down, “I met someone at work.”

“What! What does that mean?”

“It means, I’ve been seeing someone.”

“Oh my– you’re trying to get rid of me to have—” you stared at her, mouth wide open from shock, “sex,” you mouthed.

“Oh grow up y/n, I’m an adult, where do you think you came from.”

“Uh– rude.”

“I’m just saying, this is your last year in high school, if next year you want to stay at camp, you can.”

“And you’d be fine with it?”

She nodded.

“What if I want to stay here, at home?”

“Then you’d stay here, as long as you want, this is your home as well.”

“I’ll– I’ll think about it.”

And then it was finally time to leave for camp again. Your mom drove you to the airport and you left with your suitcase in hand. It was the longest flight ever, and the cab seemed to be driving even slower than a snail. An old lady on foot was faster than this, but then you were finally there.

“Are you sure this is where you want to get out?” the cab driver asked, seeing the empty road.

“Yes,” you gave him the money, “keep the change, bye.”

When you arrived at camp, Chiron was waiting for you at the entrance already, and you greeted him happily.

“How was the trip to camp?”

“Great. Long and tiring for sure, but I’m so excited too.”

“Good, we’re going to leave soon, you can go put your things in your cabin first.”

The first one to spot you was Cornelia, and she came running to hug you. And then Will came in very quickly to give you a hug as well.

“I missed you guys so much,” you smiled.

“I wish you were staying here all the time,” Will said. “I’m all alone at the infirmary.”

“You’re leaving him alone?” you gasped at Michael.

“He kicked me out! Said you had a whole system going on there and I wasn’t following it correctly.”

“He also wasn’t doing karaoke afternoons with me,” Will told you.

“How dare he. That’s ‘cause he has no taste.”

“I can hear you,” Michael stood beside you.

“Do you mind? I’m having a private conversation.”

“Yeah do you mind, we’re having a private conversation,” Will repeated.

It felt great to be at camp – it felt safe, familiar and comforting. You put your suitcase beside your bed, and grabbed some chocolate bars from your backpack and put them in your pocket. Will, who stayed by your side, pleaded with his eyes to get one too and you couldn’t resist.

“I’ll give you more later,” you promised him.

You left your cabin with your siblings as it was time to leave camp. Everyone was on their way to the entrance. You looked around, hoping to catch Clarisse, and there she was, way ahead of you. You turned around, facing your siblings and after a brief “see you up there”, you ran off.

Clarisse was talking to her brother, and she looked around for you. She was expecting you to be beside Chiron at the entrance, but you weren't. Maybe you were late? When suddenly, she felt someone jump on her back, and her immediate response was to grab their arm and throw them on the ground.

“Ugh! Motherfucker,” you moaned, laying on the ground, with Clarisse holding down on your arm on the ground.

“What the hell!” Clarisse immediately let go and helped you get up. “Why would you do that?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you rubbed your arm. “Why would you do that?”

“You jumped on me! Are you ok?” Clarisse worried.

You stared at her, dumbstruck.

“No! I’m not!”

Just when she was about to talk, Chiron called for all the campers to gather around, and you left without giving her the chance to speak. Your whole back was aching, and you tried not to think about it too much, but that was impossible because of Clarisse’s strength. Clarisse tried to grab your arm to slow you down, but you shook her off. Then, Michael and Lee just had to get involved.

“Butt off Clarisse,” Michael squeezed himself between you two. “Didn’t you do enough by crushing y/n to dust? So much for being friends,” he snickered.

“Fuck off Michael unless you want to wake up in the morning missing your front row teeth,” Clarisse spat.

Michael did back away a little, bumping into you.

“How can you be friends with her,” he turned around to look at you.

Clarisse has been wondering the same thing for the past few days. The Apollo cabin and the Ares cabin weren’t known to be friendly with each other. They tolerated each other at best when they were on the same team for Capture the Flag, but that was it. And when you left, she started to wonder about your friendship. Maybe you’d forget about her once you’re back at home. And the first week, all she could think about was when – or if – you’d reach out.

But every Sunday, at 9:00am she’d receive a package with your recording and pictures and candy for your siblings and her. You had never given her any reason to doubt your relationship, but not everyone in your cabin, or at camp, were thinking that way. Michael had been one of those people, always wondering loud and clear about your friendship. So that was Clarisse’s final straw.

She grabbed Michael’s collar, ready to punch him, but Lee tried to calm the situation down.

“Clarisse, please don’t,” Lee grabbed Michael’s hands, “he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“He clearly does. He’s been talking about it nonstop for the past few weeks.”

You frowned. You looked at Michael, then Lee and finally at Clarisse. The pure rage in her eyes would make anyone run away, but you stepped up.

“Clarisse,” you put your hands on her arms, “it’s fine, let go please. Chiron is waiting for us.”

She locked her eyes with you, clearly still upset about the situation, and pushed Michael away, but Lee was behind to hold him back.

“Clarisse, what was that about?”

“It’s nothing,” she shrugged, “it’s fine. See you.”

And she walked away, leaving you confused. You turned around, giving a questioning look at your brothers, but Lee only mouthed a ‘I don’t know’ and Michael avoided your gaze. You were ready to argue with them, but Will came running, telling you they were ready to leave.

The trip to the Empire State Building was long, especially with Clarisse ignoring you. You tried talking to Michael, but he was also ignoring you, and suddenly, everyone at camp lost their ability to talk. Annoyed, you went to the back of the bus, where no one was. But then Will came.

“What’s wrong? You look like Clarisse all the time. Frowning and sulking.”

“I’m not!” you relaxed your face. “Also while we're talking about Clarisse, what’s that about how we’re not supposed to be friends?”

Will grimaced, and looked away for a second.

“People have been wondering about how you, sweet and fun Apollo daughter, could be friends with ruthless Clarisse La Rue, Ares daughter. Because the Apollo cabin does not get along with the Ares cabin, like at all.”

“And Clarisse was upset? Over people’s opinions about us?”

“Well…” Will stretched that vowel for far too long. “You know people, and how they love to gossip. And somehow it went from enemy cabins to how there are better friends to have… than Clarisse. And how she’s not… worth it,” he hesitated. “And she only brings you trouble… things like that.”

You were too stunned to give any type of answers.

“Clarisse doesn’t look like someone who cares about those kind of rumours and speculations, but insecurities are created by people’s opinion,” Will said, “that’s what Lee told me when people were talking about me and I started to feel bad.”

“What were people talking about?” you frowned.

“I’m not as good as you all with my archery skills.”

“That’s not–, I mean it doesn’t matter.”

“I know, Lee and Cornelia and Michael and everyone at our cabin was there to tell me that.”

“Okay, and they’re right.”

“I’m saying… maybe Clarisse doesn't have that sort of support system. And maybe she is starting to feel like other people are right.”

“Oh.”

You looked at where Clarisse was sitting, in the middle, sitting next to her sister. It was a four seat table, and her three siblings were all laughing and shouting, but Clarisse wasn’t. She was staring out the window, her arms crossed.

You saw her frown and turned her head in your direction, but when she saw you looking at her, she quickly turned her head to her siblings.

“You should talk to her, and clear things up. Because Clarisse is nice. I like her.”

“Since when? You never talk.”

“Clarisse is nice to me, she always has been since we’ve met that one time,” he admitted. “I think she deserves good friends. Like us.”

“I think so too,” you agreed.

When it was time to get off the bus, everyone rushed out, separating you from Clarisse even further. Well, the talk had to wait.

The trip to the 600th floor took too long. Every cabin went one by one since it couldn’t hold the whole camp at once. The Ares cabin went before the Apollo cabin, but Clarisse stood straight and looked ahead. She had her back turned to you, even once inside the elevator, but at the last minute she turned around and locked eyes with you.

“We’ll talk,” you mouthed clearly.

There was no escaping you. When it was your turn, you stepped in last so you could leave first. It took forever to reach floor 600. And just as you expected, there was no sign of Clarisse. She stayed close to her brothers.

Each cabin had to do a presentation in front of the gods, and it was the worst thing for them and for you all too. Every time they clapped at the end, you knew it wasn’t as a compliment but more as a cheers to being closer to the end.

After that, there was a big feast. The gods watching you eat and burn your food for them – it was weird and you couldn’t keep your eyes off your father. His tanned skin, golden hair, and bright smile.

“Blinding isn’t he,” Lee said.

“Yeah, I should’ve brought my sunglasses. Do you ever talk?”

“Not much. They don’t come just to hang around their kids.”

“He kinda looks like a classmate I’d have if people at my school weren’t all dressed like they just left prison. He looks young.”

“You’ll get used to it eventually,” Lee shrugged.

After dinner, campers just hang around talking, and some of the gods would come and talk to their children. You looked around and spotted the Hermes cabin staying together, far away from the main event, and then you tried to look for Clarisse, but she was nowhere. You turned around and bumped into your father. You quickly stepped away.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s alright. How have you been? Have you been settling well with everything?” he smiled.

“Um… Yes.”

What more could you say? You weren’t going to start saying the truth to this god that happened to be your father.

“How is your mother?”

“Great,” you nodded, smiling. “She’s been seeing someone you know, after,” you looked at your wrist and pretended there was a watch, “eighteen years of having no one.”

“y/n,” he sighed looking away, “that’s just how things work with us gods. She knew from the start who I was, I told her.”

“It’s fine. I was merely stating a fact.”

Please somebody end this conversation, you prayed.

“Well, well, well,” someone slapped your dad’s shoulder.

“Ares,” your dad greeted him. “This is y/n, my daughter.”

“Ah, the girl my daughter has been seeing.”

Apollo whipped his head around, beaming at you.

“You have a girlfriend?” he held you in his arms. “I’m so proud of you. Way to go, who and where is the lucky girl.”

You stared at him, and then at Ares, mouth wide open in shock.

“I– I don’t! It’s– It’s not!” you stuttered. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Clarisse is my friend, who is a girl indeed. So yeah girl,” you paused, “friend. I haven’t been seeing her, I’ve been seeing her as in, she lives at camp and so did I during the summer!”

“Oh,” he let go of you. “My bad. You could’ve been more clear,” he looked at Ares. “Well I have to go now,” he walked away. “See you soon, y/n.”

Ares didn’t follow your father. He stayed with you, staring at you. Clarisse looked at you the same way when you first arrived at camp.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere,” you admitted.

“Well, I am the war god. They had to have shown you my picture somewhere between those classes they have,” he nodded toward Chiron.

“No, it’s not that,” you frowned.

Meanwhile, Clarisse was talking to Mark when she spotted Apollo leaving in a hurry, and she looked at where he came from. And her eyes spotted you immediately, and then she saw her father standing tall, towering over you.

“Fuck,” she mumbled before leaving the conversation without any notice.

She rushed to where you stood. There was no way she was going to let you alone with her father.

“... on twitter!” you shouted, hiding a smile. “Clarisse, I was just telling your father about us knowing each other through twitter!”

“What?” she mumbled, pulling you closer to her.

“I’m always starting fights with him on twitter, because he’s always talking shit and nonsense. He doesn’t know me though.”

“Wait–,” Ares interrupted. “Are you that fan account of that blonde singer?”

“Yes!” you laughed.

He snickered, then stopped and turned to Clarisse.

“Clarisse.”

“Dad.”

Then he stared at you, before going back to Clarisse.

“You can leave now,” he gave you a brief look. “I want to talk to Clarisse. Alone.”

Clarisse, who the whole time didn’t let go of your hand, squeezed it. Hard. Before letting go. But you didn’t move, slightly worried.

“I–,” you started, but Clarisse turned to you, face blank.

“I’ll find you after this, go.”

You nodded without arguing and left. You quickly spotted your siblings and joined them, listening to what they were saying. You’d glance at Clarisse’s direction, and all you could see was Clarisse nodding, looking at her feet. Ares was in his human form, but even like that he looked impressive. He was tall and broad, he had these eyes you didn’t want to look straight into from fear. He gave Clarisse a final, firm, pat on the shoulder before leaving her there. She stood there for a full minute before straightening her back and searched for you in the ocean of people. But before she could find you, you were already on your way to her.

“Are you okay?” you immediately asked.

“I’m fine.”

“What did he say to you?”

“He…” she hesitated. “It doesn’t matter.”

You stood there, torn between insisting and letting it go. If you insisted when she wasn’t ready to talk, then you’d be a pushy friend who doesn’t respect any boundaries. But if you didn’t, then maybe it’d seem like you didn’t care.

“Okay,” you nodded slowly. “Well, if you don’t have anything more to say, I do.”

“y/n…” Clarisse sighed.

“No! You ignored me the whole day when I just came back for you. And then that thing that happened with Michael,” she rolled her eyes at the mention of his name, “what was that about?”

“It doesn’t—”

“Stop saying that! It does matter. It matters to me how you feel. About this and everything else.”

Clarisse stared at you. Her eyes pleading with you to let it go.

“I just…” you sighed, defeated. “I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. And I don’t—” you groaned in frustration. “Will told me,” you admitted, “about what people have been saying and what Michael has been saying,” you found it hard to find your words. “I– I want you to know that’s not what I think. And I—.”

You should’ve been rehearsing this. You took a deep breath.

“They’re not right about this. And I don’t want you to think that they are. Because you, Clarisse La Rue, are the best friend anyone could ask for. And because of you, I’m better than ever. I’ve been a better fighter because of you, I’ve been a better friend because of you. You taught me how to stand up for myself, and I’ve just been happier since I’ve met you. So I don’t want you to listen to what people have to say.”

Clarisse still hadn’t said anything, which was excruciating. Just as you were about to continue ranting about this, she pulled you in her arms. You wrapped your arms around her, and put your head on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and let go.

It didn’t last long enough, but you’ll take what she gave you.

“Are we ok?”

“We’re ok,” Clarisse nodded.

The rest of the evening was spent with you sitting on some big rocks that served as chairs, catching up. She’d tell about all the times she won at Capture the Flag, she’d tell you about the indigestion everyone had due to food poisoning that one day, she’d tell you about that time she had to go to the infirmary and only let Will heal her because there was no way she’d let Michael help her. She’d tell you about every little thing you’d miss during those months when you went home, and you listened to everything she had to say, with your head resting on her shoulder.

“Oh gods,” you straightened your back, pointing ahead of you. “Is that your dad with Aphrodite?”

“Fuck,” she cringed. “Are they making out?”

“I mean– he definitely is. It’s weird,” you looked away, then went back to staring at them.

“Stop staring at my dad sucking the goddess of love’s face.”

“Are you sure he’s your dad though? Cause Aphrodite looks exactly like you.”

Clarisse whipped her head around, eyes wide, staring at you.

“What?” she breathed.

“What, what?”

She paused, still staring at you.

“Nothing,” she smiled, and then looked back, “they’re gone.”

“Finally. It’s gross to make out in front of your children like that.”

All the campers spent the night in Olympus, all sleeping in the same area. The room looked exactly like inside a normal cabin at camp, with bunk beds and cupboards, and for once, friends from different cabins were allowed to sleep together. You dragged Clarisse with you, where the Apollo cabin stayed.

“We’re all used to staying together,” you explained, “but you can stay with me. Are you sleeping on the top bunk or bottom one?”

“Bottom one,” Clarisse sat on the bed.

“Ooh,” Cornelia sat next to Clarisse,” so does y/n.”

“It’s fine, it’s only for one night,” you waved it off.

“Did you see Clarisse’s dad making out in the open with their mother,” Cornelia pointed at the Aphrodite children.

“We did!” you squealed, squeezing yourself between the two of them.

“I think everyone did,” Clarisse added.

“Did you notice how Aphrodite looked exactly like Clarisse,” you looked at Cornelia.

Her eyes widened, and shook her head slightly. Clarisse was leaning against the bed frame, her legs crossed on the bed, smirking. You frowned.

“What?” you mouthed.

“We’ll come back”, Cornelia dragged you away.

“What?”

“Do you know what it means to perceive Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty, passion and lust, as someone you know?” she asked.

“As someone I know? What does that mean?”

“Aphrodite doesn’t look like Clarisse,” she explained, “you perceive the goddess as such because you think Clarisse is those things.”

“Oh,” you paused. “Is that common knowledge or?”

You hoped not.

“Yeah it is, so you probably shouldn’t say those things in front of Clarisse if you’re not…”

“If I’m not what?”

“Nevermind.”

“I already told her, twice now with what happened a few minutes ago. Oh gods, couldn’t you have taught me this earlier!” you panicked. “What–What does that mean though? Do I– Am I—,” you gave a quick glance at Clarisse.

“I don’t know! I mean, you did ask her on a date like the first week you arrived at camp, what could that mean?”

“I don’t know? I think she’s pretty, and– and apparently I think she could look exactly like the goddess of love herself. It’s—,” you took a deep breath.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to know.”

“I think,” you hesitated. “I don’t know!” you whined. “Clarisse is nice to me, she’s fun to be around, she’s pushing me upwards and I think I might– maybe– perhaps have a tiny crush on her, yes,” you admitted.

“Aw,” she beamed, “I think you’d make such a cute couple.”

“Calm your tits down,” you playfully rolled your eyes, “I don’t know if this will ever go further than us being friends. Now look natural, and never tell anyone else this. Okay, let’s go back.”

Clarisse was talking to Will when you two came back, but they abruptly stopped. Will stood so Cornelia and you could sit.

“What was that about?” Cornelia asked them.

“It’s a secret,” Will smiled.

“We were talking about how sunshine over there thought I looked like a goddess,” Clarisse grinned.

Will tried to hide his laugh.

“No one told me!” you hid your face in your hand from embarrassment. “You could’ve stopped me the first time I said it,” you accused Clarisse, who was still laughing.

“The first?” Will interrupted.

“Both times in front of Clarisse,” Cornelia added. “It was hard to watch,” she teased you.

Time went by very fast when you’re surrounded by friends and family, because it was already time to go to sleep. The lights disappeared, and you climbed onto your bed, and whispered Clarisse a goodnight before closing your eyes.

The silence was deafening. You couldn’t fall asleep, you needed white noises, music, anything but this. You tossed around, left your right leg outside the blanket, but then it was too cold, so you put it back inside, and tossed around again.

“What the hell y/n,” Clarisse whispered loudly.

“Sorry, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Why?” she sighed.

“It’s too quiet, and I’m cold.”

Clarisse let out a bigger sigh, before getting up.

“Where’re you going?” you sat up.

“Get down here, and bring your blanket.”

You did as she told you. You put the blanket on your shoulders and climbed down.

“Get in the bed,” she pointed at hers.

You did as she told you. And then she climbed back inside her bed, next to you, with both blankets on you. The beds on Olympus were bigger than the ones at camp, so it was no problem to fit you two in one single bed.

“Better?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

Clarisse fell asleep very quickly, like always. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was gone. But it took more time with you, you were used to looking at your phone until your eyelids were too tired to stay open, but now you couldn’t. You had nothing, only Clarisse sleeping peacefully next to you.

She slept on her back, with her head tilted toward you. Unlike her, you slept on your side, so you turned your back to her, and closed your eyes. And just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt Clarisse arms wrapping around you to bring you closer to her. And then, in an instant, you were gone.

The happiness from staying at camp didn’t last long as it was already time to go home and say goodbye to everyone. Your holidays came to an end and so did your stay at camp, and just like last time, Clarisse was already waiting for you at the entrance.

“So,” you started, ‘I guess we’ll see each other next summer?”

“Yea,” she nodded. “Next summer.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” you promised, “and I’ll keep sending you updates, though I don’t know if I’ll continue to be as regular as before. I do have my high school diploma to get, and I’ll have less time but I’ll do my best!”

“It’s okay, good luck on your exams. I know you’ll do great.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, but still didn’t leave.

It was too soon, and it felt like you barely spent any time with Clarisse and your siblings.

“Did you say goodbye to Will and the others?” Clarisse asked.

“Yea, before I left the cabin I did. It sucks that I have to, but–,” you hesitated, “maybe I won’t have to next year.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“I don’t know yet, but… it’s a possibility.”

“Oh,” she smiled, “okay.”

“Okay. Well… I have to go now.”

“Okay.”

You two stood there, without moving. But then you lunged forward and hugged her tightly.

“I’ll miss you,” you whispered.

And you let go, and left before she could give you her answer.

One recording per week became one every other week, and by December, it was only one per month. Clarisse didn’t send anything from December to February either, but then on a random day in March, you received a package from Hermes Express with Clarisse’s usual pictures from camp, without any notes explaining what happened those last few months. You didn’t mention it either, but you gave yourself a quick reminder to ask her when you’d be back at camp.

“It’s almost time, are you ready?” your mom asked.

“Yep, a minute!”

Your exams were done, you didn’t have the results yet but that didn’t matter – your mom promised she’d send them to you once she’d receive them so you could leave for camp peacefully. You packed lightly – a third of your belongings were already at camp – and went inside the cab your mom had called for you.

“Be careful okay,” she kissed your temple. “And write to me about your decision, okay?”

“I will, I promise,” you gave her a last quick hug and closed the cab door.

The journey to camp felt familiar now, you’d done it a few times already so it was a stress free trip. So you kept your suitcase close to you, you turned your phone off, and walked.

But something was off when you got closer to the entrance. It was loud. Louder than usual, and there were more people at the border everywhere as well, which were usually empty. You crossed the entrance, and most campers were wearing their gears, and weapons.

“What the hell,” you whispered.

You quickly noticed Clarisse, giving orders to campers, and walking around. When she turned around, she spotted you and ran to you, very quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier when you were going to be here!” she shot.

“I wanted to surprise you! Why are you yelling at me!” you shouted back.

Clarisse stepped back and mouthed a quick apology.

“A lot of things happened while you were gone,” she explained.

“Like when you stopped sending me anything?”

She nodded reluctantly.

“A new camper came in, got claimed by Poseidon, and then got his quest to retrieve Zeus’ stolen bolt, and…” she hesitated. “We know who stole it in the first place. Luke.”

“Luke?” your eyes widened. “As in Castellan, Hermes' head– former head counsellor?”

She nodded again.

“And now Thalia’s tree has been poisoned, meaning the camp’s borders are weakened and we have to keep them safe ourselves.”

“Okay,” you proceeded with this information as fast as you could. “Okay.”

“I was worried sick for the past few days! You didn’t send me anything like last time. I didn’t know when you were going to be here, or if you’d gotten attacked and died.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me this earlier!” you argued.

“I–,” she hesitated, “I didn’t want to burden you with your studies.”

“They’re not important, this is obviously my priority and much more important.”

“Okay,” she looked around. “Stay beside me, I want to keep an eye on you whenever a battle is going to break out.”

You frowned.

“That’s cute, but I’d be much more useful if I stayed with the rest of the Apollo cabin where we’re needed. I’m a great fighter, I know,” you said before she could interrupt, “thanks to you, but I’m much better at archery.”

She stared at you, then looked down.

“I can’t…” she whispered, “I can’t protect you if you’re this far away from me.”

“Clarisse,” you cupped her face. “I’ll be fine, I promise. You worry about staying alive, and I’ll do the same. It’s going to be fine. Remember, you taught me everything I know.”

She nodded reluctantly.

“Okay.”

“Where’s your spear by the way?” you asked when she walked you to your cabin.

She grimaced, and sighed.

“Gone.”

“Gone? Wha–.”

“Percy Jackson,” she spat. “The new kid, I’m sure you’ll meet him soon enough.”

You threw your stuff inside your cabin, and changed your clothes before walking out with Clarisse still outside, waiting for you. Clarisse was about to talk, but was interrupted by screams from campers at the entrance.

You looked at each other and ran off to where the screams were, and saw it. Two immense bulls – colchis Bulls – coming straight towards campers.

“Go find Lee, I’ll handle this from here. He’ll know what to do,” Clarisse ordered before walking away.

“Clarisse!” you shouted before she was out of range. She turned her head. “Be careful.”

She nodded.

“Don’t die,” she added before leaving.

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dyaz-stories · 4 months

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found an island in your arms || Eun Hyuk x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings & tags: angst, eun hyuk deserves a hug and he gets one, eun hyuk is a little controlling towards the reader

previous one-shot

A/N: my entry for day two of @neohumanmonster's Turning a New Leaft event! Prompt: Change in Nature. While this is in relation with yesterday's entry, there is no need to have read it to understand this one, it just provides a little more context.

Eun Hyuk is more tense lately, more irritable. Everyone can feel it, though most people chalk it up to the dwindling rations and the growing fear that the army simply isn’t coming to save you. You can tell that Eun Yu doesn’t believe in that, though, and neither do you.

Eun Yu doesn’t seem to have an actual explanation for her brother’s out of character behavior. She pokes and probes and throws out cutting remarks to see what sticks, but she doesn’t seem all that worried either.

“He does that sometimes,” she answers you bluntly when you ask if she thinks Eun Hyuk is doing alright. ��There’s probably something he wants to fix. I’m sure he’ll get there. He just needs a little push.”

That doesn’t satisfy you. You don’t like to sit idle while people are in pain, don’t like to sit idle at all, actually, even if someone is hammering that you’re doing it ‘for the greater good”. But the thing is, you and Eun Hyuk… don’t get along that well. You clashed a bunch in the beginning, before you were outvoted by the people who thought Eun Hyuk would bring them safety, at least. It was a short-term solution, what he was offering, you’d argued — to which he had replied that yours was a death sentence.

You still admired him. The decisions he had to make on a daily basis couldn’t be easy ones to make, nor were the sacrifices. Of course, you still often believed he chose wrong, but you had to admit that he had kept most of the group alive until now, and considering the circumstances, that was truly impressive.

You just wish that he would let you do more. Instead, he’s constantly getting in your way, particularly when it comes to helping the infected. ‘Your abilities could help the whole group’, he’d say. ‘We can’t afford to lose them because you trusted someone you shouldn’t have.’ It drove you insane, how easily he’d interfere, always with these pseudo rational arguments that you never really bought were genuine ones.

It felt as if they were just for show, and as such you never felt all that guilty for going against his orders.

You weren’t dumb. You wouldn’t put others in danger unless they were willing to risk themselves for something. But you also refused to let others get hurt through your own inaction. So if you had to sneak around to see Hyun-Su’s in order to treat his wounds and bring him food, then you’d do as you damn pleased, and neither Eun Hyuk nor anyone else had any say in that. It was your life, and it was your decision.

Still, you can’t say you’re thrilled when you find Eun Hyuk waiting for you when you exit Hyun-Su’s so-called room. He’s leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, and he gives you an annoyed look when you come out.

“What did I tell you?” he asks you coldly.

You grimace. The two of you are almost the same age, and you hate that patronizing tone he insists on taking with you.

“Hyun-Su needed help,” you say. “There is a limit to what even you can ask of me.”

He’s silent for a while. You notice him clenching his fists, and something unusually dark passes in his eyes. His jaw tenses, a vein bulges on his forehead. You think you’ve done it now, that you’re going to get an earful — even if you still don’t quite understand why. There’s simply no reason for him to care that much, and the lack of control is blatantly unlike him.

You’d run into him often, before this whole— thing— started. He was always quiet but sweet, would smile politely when you got in the elevator, maybe exchange niceties with you when you met in the lobby. He’d leave early and come home late, with the look of someone who hadn’t taken a breather all day, but it never appeared to have any effect on his temper.

That’s what’s throwing you off right now. How angry he seems to be.

After what feels like an eternity, he exhales, relaxes his hand.

“I guess you’re right,” he says, but his voice sounds too even now, like it’s forced. “I can’t force you to do anything. I just wish you’d consider that—” He cuts himself off the second his voice becomes strained again, looks away from you.

None of that is normal for him.

“Eun Hyuk,” you say, taking a step towards him. “Is there something wrong?”

He stares in your eyes for a second, and for that second, you think that maybe he’ll give you an honest answer.

“Everything is wrong,” he says in the end, and again, you know it’s nothing more than a half-truth. Then again, you can’t blame him for not telling you. “Can you even remember the last time thing went right for us?”

It’s not that he’s lying, it’s just that you know he’s not being genuine, and so you don’t bother continuing that line of discussion. It unnerves the other residents when you drop a conversation that is clearly going nowhere, makes them think you’re avoidant, but you think Eun Hyuk understands it. Close enough, anyway.

“You should still tell someone,” you tell him.

“I— What?”

“I get why you wouldn’t want to tell me,” you say with a shrug. “I still think you should tell your sister. Or Jae-Heon, I guess, if you’re more comfortable with that, but I get why it can’t be me.” You take a step towards him, put a hand on his shoulder. You do it slowly, as if you were trying not to spook a skittish cat. Eun Hyuk glances down at your hand, but makes no movement to get rid of it. “I’m here if you need me.”

He scoffs, looks away from you, pushes his glasses higher on his nose. But you don’t let go, and he doesn’t actually move away from you.

“I mean it,” you say softly. “If you want to talk, or if there’s any other way to help you. Just let me know.”

He closes his eyes. You wait for it to sink in, then take your hand off, hoping you haven’t pushed a boundary already. As you break contact with him, though, he grabs your wrist without warning, and pulls you into him. Your chest collides with him as he wraps both arms around and his chin comes rest on your shoulder.

You’re surprised by how strong his embrace is, how he clearly doesn’t want to let go.

“Eun Hyuk?” you squeak.

“Just— Just give me a second,” he says, voice so low you barely hear it. “Please. Just let me have that.”

You feel your heart almost breaking at the desperate plea. Slowly, you close your arms around him, start rubbing his back. You’re not sure what’s happening, not completely, but you know he’s warm against you, and you know you need that contact, too.

Seconds go by, until he takes a step back, clearing his throat. He refuses to meet your eyes, but you don’t miss that his cheekbones are dusted pink now.

“Sorry, I—” Then he lets out a long exhale, and appears to get himself back under control. “You offered.”

You’re not fooled in any way by that, but you still nod.

“And the offer still stands. If you need any help, you know where to find me.”

Another long exhale.

“You— Why— Why would you—”

“Because you need help,” you answer. “You’re the one who’s looking after everyone, and I want to make sure there’s someone looking after you, too.” Eun Yu does, sure, but Eun Yu’s a kid, and that’s a lot of responsibility to put on her shoulders.

“Thank you,” Eun Hyuk mumbles, still not looking at you. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then he gives you a vague nod and leaves the hallway without once looking back.

Your eyes follow him, worried. You’re afraid he’s reaching his breaking point. This situation is revealing things about people, about yourself, too, even if you don’t like looking at it. Clearly, it’s changing you.

You can only hope that Eun Hyuk will withstand that change — and be by his side for as long as he needs you to.

hope you're enjoying this! tomorrow's entry will be for hyun-su ^-^ as always, reblogs and comments are strongly appreciated and keep me motivated and writing :)

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igotanidea · 8 months

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Species relationship (Cinnamon rewritten) : werewolf!Jason Todd x werewolf!fem!reader

Yes, I think this is way better than previous one. :D

***

„Where’s Jason?”

All the batfamily has gathered in the batcave, the only one missing being the wayward son, the black sheep.

“I believe he’s with that girlfriend of his….” Damian muttered with the roll of his eyes.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes, father… a fellow female…. Ugh… I don’t understand that concept either….”

“Hm.”

“Was it like a good hm or a bad hm?” Dick chimed in. “I swear your grunts are sometimes so hard to decipher, Bruce…..”

“Who is she?”

“We don’t really know…..” Dick threw up his hands “He’s very…. protective over her….”

“Is she…..?” Bruce hesitated. Sometimes it was still hard to admit that werewolves and all the supernatural occurrences to come with it were real. Yes, Bruce had an open mind when it came to technology and reality, but accepting the fact that his second adopted son could transform into a hairy beast was… a lot. However, if there was anyone who could pull that thing off, it was definitely Jason with his 6.0 ft height and 225 Ibs weight.

Imagine the heart attack Bruce would get if it was tiny Damian with such skills…….

“Is she what Bruce?” Dick teased “come on, say it… you can do this….”

“Is she…..a werewolf?” Bruce hissed through clenched teeth.

“Good job, Bruce!” Dick laughed

“She is.” Tim answered, trying to mitigate the situation before someone does something regretful. “A pretty one from what I heard….”

“Who is she Tim?” Bruce turned to his third adopted son.

“How would I know?!”

“You have access to all the Wayne Technology and you’re you. Don’t tell me you haven’t googled her”

“I did no such thing! That would be a gravy invasion of privacy!” Tim made an innocent face that no one bought.

“Hm.”

“What?! I’m serious. You can’t just go and spy on people….werewolves… whatever. “ Tim said it with so much belief that Dick couldn’t help it and burst out laughing.

“Dick.”

“I’m not sorry Bruce. You’re definitely wasting your comedian and acting talent, Tim.”

“I’m being serious. She’s just a girl. A girl who turns into a giant animal every full moon and then sometimes…. It’s not her fault she imprinted Jason…. I won’t be searching for that poor unfortunate soul.”

“Imprinted?” Damian and Bruce asked in unison.

“No.” Dick says sternly. “Just no.”

“But…..”

“You’re too young to hear about it Damian.”

“I’m 11 years old, Grayson!”

“Precisely my point.”

“You will tell me everything……” Damian reached for his katana, but before he could actually do something, Bruce held him back by the cape. “Let me go father…… this is humiliating….”

“You will now go to your room Damian.”

“But….’

“I got some things I need to discuss with your brothers.”

And with those words and Bruce stern expression Dick and Tim knew. They were toasted.

***

Regardless of what was happening in the batcave, Jason couldn’t care less. He was in fact meeting Y/N, but to say she was his girlfriend or that he imprinted her would be too much. There was something happening between them, but they never really put a tag on it. Besides, the whole concept of finding your soulmate just by looking at them was a false ideology blown by movies like Twilight and Jason scoffed (both internally and externally) every time one of his siblings (or honestly anyone) came as close as even suggesting it.

They felt good with each other, sure, but neither of them were fully convinced whether it was because of the fact that there weren’t really that much werewolves in Gotham and it was nice to have someone to go through the same struggles or whether they liked each other as humans.

Not that they had many opportunities to see one another in that shape.

Werewolf form was… comfortable. It was easier to hide oneself in all that fur and muscle and avoid unnecessary emotions. Being human meant vulnerability, awkwardness and too many words and feelings.

And Jason was not good with feelings. And, to say the truth, he never trusted them. He was rather used to teasing, deflecting and covering that side with snarky, harsh humor.

At least until he met Y/N.

She was working at the little bakery in Gotham. The only bakery. Maybe that was why it was so easy for Jason to figure out her true identity.

It was not even a challenge considering the fact that as a human, she was always covered in flour and her wolf fur was a mix of tawny and white, almost as if someone sprinkled that ingredient all over her. And what was more, her signature dish was an apple tart with flavoring, and she always smelled of cinnamon. And wolf senses never fails, especially when it comes to nose.

What he didn’t realize what that Y/N was not only a simple baker girl. And it was amazing what a smart head could do with the access to the Internet and some dot connecting.

Let me repeat: there weren’t many werewolves in Gotham.

For months it was their tradition to meet at the meadow on the outskirts of town to run together or hunt together or just do anything together. He used to swing by her place by the end of her shift, always as a wolf and let her tag along (of course he was not going to admit that he wanted her company. He was an alpha after all. ). So the surprise he felt one day when he showed up at the bakery seeing her as human, not ready for the unwinding was beyond words.

She was just sitting on the threshold of the shop, reading a book, but it was pretty obvious there was something going on in her mind. Again: wolf senses never fails and he could literally smell how distracted she was.

“I know who you are.” She simply said looking straight into his animal eyes.

Jason shook his wolf head. She couldn’t …….

“Jason Todd….”

Whoops.

“Wasn’t really hard to figure.” She shrugs. “You should cut on smoking it’s not good for your health and you reek of cigarettes.” It might have been the first time since they knew each other that he heard her laughing.

The way she acted was… doing something to him. For the hell of it he couldn’t figure why that light reproach made him feel…. Guilty. Chastened. Maybe it was unfair. He knew her identity, maybe he should have told her sooner? It was actually pretty funny that a giant, predatory animal let out a whimper and hung his head in shame in front of a girl, so much smaller than him. It was like at that moment, she got some power over him. A beta!

“Can I?” she asked reaching her hand for his fur and holding back before touching it. Only when he nodded, she tangled her fingers it his silky pelage. “It’s ok, Jason. I know it’s hard to reveal yourself…. Been there, done that… But you’re not alone anymore.” She cooed, caressing his back lightly. “We’re the same kind…..”

In any other circumstances, he would never let anyone touch him like this. But she was… different. The way she talked and comforted him… but surely it was only because of the wolf in her calling to the wolf in him. Kind of a “species relationship”, nothing more.

Definitely nothing more……

So why did he felt the sudden urge to nuzzle her and actually acted on it?

Just a species relationship……

It was month ago and their acquaintance developed.

He learnt that while being a little messy human in her wolf form Y/N was full of grace and gentleness. Acting like one of the Aristocats, even if the werewolves were in fact.. dogs. When she was hunting it was never bloody. She always took care to be clean of the mud, to avoid unnecessary dirt and to choose the nice paths to run in the woods. Each and every of her move were careful, thoughtful and intentional.

Absolutely opposite of Jason who was the perfect definition of running wild and free. But even with her queen-ish attitude she never complained. And he really appreciated that, since Y/N was so different from all the members of his family, who were constantly trying to shape him, tell him what, how, why and when to do (or nor).

With her… he could just be himself.

Just a species relationship.

And after a long night of patrolling he was searching for that freedom he felt with her.

Just like he was doing at that point, escaping the batcave, leaving Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian and all his Red Hood shit behind, running to the bakery just to spend some time with that beta.

It was purely coincidental that of late she’s been working night shifts, finishing in the very early morning. Her boss found out about the little ailment of her which was hypersensitivity to light. To put it simply, working during the day was nearly impossible for her since she was becoming half-blind, getting clumsy and ashamed of said incapability. But still, she was the best employee, letting her go was not an option, hence the work schedule alteration.

Pretty lucky work schedule alteration.

Pretty lucky work schedule alteration that gave them opportunity to spend some more time together.

But still it was just the species relationship.

Nothing more.

And his wolf heart definitely did not start beating faster when he saw her turned into that majestic animal, waving her tail awaiting his arrival. When she senses him approaching she tilted her head playfully, imitating the way she used to do as human when something got her attention and her eyes sparkled.

Jason let out a single howl as a form of greeting. Of course, he had to show off. He was an alpha and had to underline his presence and position. And it scaring the shit out of Y/N’s coworkers came in pair with that, he was more than willing to tease those people a bit. Even if his werewolf female friend shook her head in disapproval and was definitely going to tell him off later.

He knew better. He knew she liked him being like this and her every action was only proving that theory.

However, at the moment they were just looking into each other’s eyes. Two giant animals in the middle of the city, lost in the connection they had. Just a for a second though, because Jason got a bit scared of what Y/N may see in his mind if they were standing like that for too long and started running, signaling her to follow him.

She just couldn’t ignore the calling of an alpha. Her alpha. It was too strong to disobey so she followed right after him, keeping safe distance to avoid getting hit with the dust he raised. She was a lady after all.

Soon enough, with their speed, they reached the meadow in the forest. Their spot. Their place for relaxation and sleeping after a hard day (night) of work.

Jason just tumbled to the ground not having a care in the world, but Y/N took a few turns to make a proper place for herself and settle down. The sun was about to raise and she needed a spot in the shadows to avoid extensive exposure. Even if in her wolf form she wasn’t really prone to the light sensitivity, it was a bit of a habit now. Not every human instinct was turned off during transformation.

Unfortunately, the place she choose was too far from Jason for his liking as he raised onto his paws and moved closer to her, laying close enough that if they were humans they would be cuddling. And this time she couldn’t care less about his dirty, messed up fur.

It was Jason.

It was her alpha.

And she was the part of the pack. She had to obey.

Obviously only because of that she let him approach her and lay his head next to her, their noses almost touching, their tails waging happily at the presence and warmth of one another.

Only because of that she felt comfortable and safe enough to close up her eyes and enjoy that fuzzy feeling inside her.

Only because of that she let him shift his position slightly so that he laid in a way that would give her additional protection from the light. Just in case.

Only because of the pack thing they let their guards down, slowly drifting off to sleep, away from all the people, away from reality, lost in one another. Protected by one another .

Species relationship, my ass.

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spoonsock · 9 months

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Starbucks love

Gwen Stacy x reader

Synopsis: Ever wondered what would the one and only Spider Gwen order from Starbucks? Me neither but take this anyway.

Warnings: Idk none I think. Not proofread. Writing this at 2am no joke what is wrong with me. Also DUDE. This is kinda similar to Intruder like wtf am I really that not creative. 😭

Also, fun fact, I’ve never been to Starbucks so if I got something wrong pls lemme know.

You didn’t really mind having a part time job at Starbucks. It wasn’t that bad. All you had to do was take orders, make them, write names on cups with your best handwriting. Sometimes kick customers out. Sometimes maybe serve Spider-woman.

Yup that’s right. It all started yesterday.

It was supposed to be a normal day. You clocked in early and mentally prepared yourself for what awaits you ‘cause you never know what might happen. God, what a good decision it was to say a few positive words before the day started.

Around 10 AM, the shop is not even that filled with people yet, three guys barge in, all of them with a gun in their hands. One of them points the gun at you and then at the register, while the other two guys walk around the people sitting at their tables.

“You empty that thing right now or Imma blow your brains out”. The guy says pointing a gun at your face and you freeze. You don’t move an inch, just stare right at him. Your eyes are not wide, you are not hyperventilating or anything. You are panicking, but not showing any signs of it.

The more you stare at the guy, the more impatient he grows. “What are you? Deaf? I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t take the damn money out this fucking moment”.

As soon as he finishes his sentence, the door of the shop slams open and (literally) twirling in comes, the one and only, Spider-woman. The armed men immediately turn to her and point their guns, but she slouches and puts her hands on her hips, looking at them unfazed.

“Seriously, you guys aren’t gonna make this easy for me, are you?”, Gwen asks and receives no answer. “…Alright then”

Before you can even blink, she hits one of the guys in the face, grabbing his gun and throwing it at the other guy. You watch as the the third guy tries to throw a punch at her face but narrowly misses and she succeeds to grab his arm and twist it, before kicking him in the stomach. She easily webs all three of the unconscious men up and the people from the shop clap. She bows jokingly and makes her way over to you.

“Hey, you okay? They didn’t take any money, did they?”, she asks but you are unable to answer. When the masked guy pointed the gun at your face, it triggered something in you. Pushed an “off” button in your brain and turned everything into blurry stop-motion pictures.

For the record, you’ve never been held at gunpoint. Well, until that day, but you hoped it was the first and last time. You didn’t know why it caused you to act like that. To just freeze and zone out. I mean any normal person would start sweating and fearing for their life, visibly shaking or something but you? It turned you off.

Whatever. Whatever it was, you zoned back into reality when you saw a white hand move in front of your face.

“Helloooo? Earth to..”, Gwen stopped and squinted to read from your name tag. “Y/N? Earth to Y/N! You there?”

You quickly took in your surroundings before pulling yourself together and nodding. “Yeah yeah, I’m. I’m fine. Everything is fine. Thank you. For helping. And for asking. I’m fine”, you stumbled across your words and even behind her mask, you could see Spider-woman hesitantly furrowing her brows at you. She didn’t believe you, obviously. You were a terrible liar.

“Riiiighht, well I’m gonna go then”, she stretched out her words before slowly turning around, picking the masked, armed guys off of the floor and exiting the shop.

Honestly, you thought that was going to be your last encounter, but oh boy, you were wrong.

Because she came back in the very next day.

“Oh, hello?”

“Hi”

“I didn’t really see any thieves or villains in our shop today, but uh, how may I help you?”, you ask, unsure of what was she here for, kinda scared that something bad might happen soon and she’s just there to try to prevent it.

“Uhhh actually I came to see you. A-and to get a vanilla latte. And a chocolate chip cookie. But I’m mostly here to see you”, you felt your cheeks heat up at her words. The famous friendly neighbourhood superhero, Spider-woman, came in Starbucks in which you worked just to see you. Strange.

“Um. Okay.”, you didn’t really know what to say to that. What do you even say in a situation like that??

“Soo, hi. Are you okay? You uh didn’t really look the best yesterday? I-I mean you can’t really look the best after being held at gunpoint anyway. Not that you look bad! You don’t! It’s just that, it must have been traumatic, obviously. Not just for you, I guess for everyone in the shop but-“

“I’m okay”, you decided to stop her rambling. “Thanks for checking”, you gave her a shy smile and she smiled back, you guess, but didn’t say anything. You two just stood there, in comfortable silence, until someone coughed behind the masked superhero and tapped their foot on the ground impatiently.

“O-oh um you uh are you going to order orrrrr….?”, you asked, remembering suddenly that you were at work. Where you are supposed to do your work.

“Oh ah yeah I-I’ll have uuuuuuuuhhh a short vanilla latte and a chocolate chip cookie. Please.”

“You’re seriously going to order the most basic white girl drink?”, you chuckled before you’re eyes widened. “NO. Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud”, you thought. But judging by the silence you were met with and the “o_0 expression” (if you could call it that) your friendly neighbor super hero held, you were wrong. “Oh fudge”, you furrowed your eyebrows before giving her the most sympathetic look you could make.

“I did not mean to say that I am SO sorry. I mean I didn’t even mean to think that it just kinda came outta nowhere, I’ve never said anything like that out loud ever. Or not out loud. I’ve never even thought something like that, honest! I seriously don’t have any idea where this came from I mean I would never ever guess your race- it’s none of my business! And it’s not like race has anything to do with the goddarn drink. It’s a drink! Anyone can order it! I have no say in that and I am SOO-“

“IT’S OKAY”, this time, Gwen interrupted your rambling (finally, it seemed like you could go on and on), “you can uhhh make up for it by, I dunno, maybe, givingmeyournumber?”, she was nervous, but you were oblivious unfortunately.

“Oh. OH YEAH I can do that..I’ll just go get your drink. And you cookie”, your ass has never left a place so fast. “SPIDER WOMAN. WANTS. MY NUMBER”, you squealed in your head while preparing her order.

You returned to her in a few minutes, a cup in one hand and a cookie in the other. “For here or do you want me to put it in a bag?”

“Can you put just the cookie in the bag?”, Gwen asked shyly and you nodded packing the cookie in the paper bag. Taking a sharpie that stood on your side of the counter, you wrote on her cup of latte “For Spidey ♡ by Y/N”, scribbling your phone number underneath and handing the bag and the cup to her.

“Thank you for your visit. Enjoy!”, you said what you always say to your customers and she jokingly gave you a two finger salute, turning around and exiting the shop.

The whole day after her visit, you’d check your phone every two seconds waiting for her text. At this point, you were already at home, watching a movie you picked out randomly to distract you from constantly glancing at your phone. Unfortunately, you were a person who constantly keeps their sound off and the movie actually intrigued you to the point you somehow forgot about the happenings of yesterday and today, at least until the movie ended.

And then it hit you.

You opened your phone to see four new notifications from unknown. FROM AN HOUR AGO.

You could barely contain your excitement. Spider woman. Asked you. For your number. She had your number. And she texted you. You have Spider woman’s number. And you’re about to answer to her texts. Holy quack.

Unknown

Today 20:14

hey, this is spider woman

wow that felt weird to write hahah

anyway thank you for the drink

and your number

You smiled at your phone. Who would’ve thought that she would be so awkward while texting.

Unbeknownst to you, an hour ago, Gwen was panicking hard. At first she didn’t know what to say. She spent 10 minutes just writing and then deleting and writing and deleting words. Eventually, she decided to muster up the courage and send whatever first came to mind.

The moment she clicked on the “send” button, she regretted it. Then she sent another message, to try to fix the situation she put herself in. Only to realize she is just digging her grave deeper. Before she knew it, she sent you four messages, then threw her phone as far away as possible without damaging it too much, to stop herself from sending another text in attempt to “fix the previous”. She grabbed her mask and pulled it over her head, hiding her face from no one in particular.

After a few minutes, she heard a ding from across the room and scrambled from her bed quickly, tangling herself in the covers, getting her leg stuck in them and managing to fall face first on the floor.

Groaning, she reached for her phone from the very position she fell into, expecting to see a text back from you.

“Iphone storage full” was the only notification she received. Gwen placed the phone to where it was, continuing to lay on her bedroom floor with her Spider mask on.

“This is going to be a long night”

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tangerinesgf · 1 year

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Miniature trains

Tangerine x reader, Lemon x platonic!reader

Summary: You bought a whole set of miniature trains. Featuring Lemon.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and this is not proofread so any mistakes are my own

Tags/Warnings: none, just fluff and some language

A/N: Based on real events (meaning, yes, I actually bought these mini trains and they're adorable). I started picturing how the twins would react to these trains and that's how this happened.

"You bought what?!"

Tangerine had come back from the grocery store with some final ingredients for tonight's dinner. Lemon was joining the two of you tonight.

He found you sitting on the floor in the living room. You were surrounded by discarded plastic bags that had all been opened. There was another pile which appeared to be yet untouched.

"They're miniature trains!" You said, voice full of excitement as you picked one of them up from the coffee table next to you and holding it out to your boyfriend.

"Look!"

Tangerine was not impressed in the slightest. He narrowed his eyes at the train you were holding out. It was looked like sushi.

"Didn't know they had sushi trains."

"They don't, Tan, don't be ridiculous." You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"This is Diesel dressed as sushi, you can collected a bunch of them with different skins."

The deep frown on his face was adorable. He looked at you like you had grown another head.

"Why?"

You had no idea why you had bought the mini trains, they just looked so cute that you hadn't been able to resist them.

"Because... mini trains."

Tangerine chuckled at that.

"Can't believe I killed people only for you to buy some fuckin' miniature trains with that money."

"Lemon buys shit like this all the time." You recalled his special edition Thomas & friends train collection he showed you the first time you were at his place.

"Yeah, but I expected better from you."

You rolled your eyes at him and reached for another bag. Tangerine moved over to the kitchen, starting the preparations for dinner.

"Oh my god, this one smells like caramel popcorn, it's extra rare!" You shouted in excitement.

"Whatever you say, luv." He couldn't help the smile that formed on this face.

As much as Tangerine tried to be annoyed he found your enthusiasm over those stupid little things adorable. Lets just say he was staring more than actually cooking dinner.

Lemon had his own key to your place so neither of you had to get up to let him in.

"Hey guys- are those miniature trains?!" Lemon didn't even bother taking off his jacket or shoes before rushing over to you and the trains.

"Yeah, good to see you too, mate." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes at the lack of acknowledgement from his brother.

"Yeah, yeah... where'd ya get these?"

"Ordered them online it was a really good price, look this one's for you." You picked up one of the trains, which Lemon immediately recognized as Thomas, only this version had all kinds of different colors. Like a rainbow.

"He reminded me of you."

You handed the train over to him and before you know it, you were trapped in a bear hug with Lemon. You gotta admit though, he gives the best hugs.

"I love it, knew there was a reason Tan was keepin' ya around."

"Hey!" Tangerine shouted from the kitchen.

"I got one for you too, babe." You untangled yourself from Lemon's hug and reached for a another train.

"It's Gordon dressed as an astronaut." You showed it to Tangerine, but since he was in the kitchen and you in the living room, you were pretty sure he wouldn't be able to see it.

"The fuck am I supposed to do with a train dressed like a fuckin' astronaut?"

"Maybe put it on your bedside table? All you have there anyway are your cigarettes' and a book."

"I'll think about it."

And while that wasn't a lot, you considered his consideration a win anyway. For Tangerine that was a lot already.

"Are there more of these?" Lemon asked.

"Yeah, you can collect all of them." You said as you handed him the sheet on which all of the trains were displayed.

"Alright, where's your laptop? We're gonna get ya the complete set."

As you and Lemon rushed to find your laptop to buy more miniature trains, Tangerine took a break from chopping the vegetables and walked over to the coffee table.

For a moment all he did was stare at little train dressed as an astronaut. He gotta admit, it did look kinda cute.

He'd never told anyone but for a while when he was a kid he'd dreamed to someday go up to space. But that's all it had ever been. A dream. Tangerine shoved the thought back inside and picked up the train.

"Fuckin' Gordon.." he scoffed.

He stuffed it inside his jacket pocket never again leaving without it.

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inariizaki · 1 year

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CANDY — CHISHIYA S.

sypnosis : chishiya was planning to tell what he feels towards you, he had everything prepared, his words, where he will confess, and what time he'll confess, but it seems like fate ruined everything he planned, and ended up just blurting that three words.

tags : little angst, fluff at the end<3

note : HWUEAUAUSSHSSHSH FINISHED THIS IN ONE SITTING, NOT PROOFREADED, TELL ME IF THERE R ERRORS, AND BAEEEEE @weronikasstuff ILY ILY/p also fem reader !!

“ w-wait what? ” kuina said, processing what the nonchalant guy said recently.

“ YOU'RE FINALLY CONFESSING?? ” she exclaimed.

“ lower your voice, she might hear you. ” he stated.

“ wow, just you confessing is... something else. that's totally not so chishiya. i still can't believe you'll confess. ” she says, mouth slightly open, while looking at chishiya.

chishiya smirked, “ me neither. i thought it was because she caught my attention, i mean, she did, but...it was more than that. ”

kuina smiled, “ wish you the best of luck, loverboy. ”

chishiya was searching for you, everywhere, he went to your room, the places you often, but he couldn't find you anywhere.

the games were already starting, he didn't knew if you have any visas left, so he was very worried. but he didn't show it, though.

kuina didn't joined the games, since she still got visas with her. while chishiya was searching for you, he found kuina, leaning on a wall, raising a brow.

“ chishiya? wandering around? very out of character. you usually stay in your room, or in a game, in times like this. ” she stated. chishiya looked at her coldly, his hands remained in his pocket of his jacket,

“ i'm actually searching for [name], have you seen her around? ” he asked, kuina shrugged her shoulder in response,

“ oh i forgot, you were gonna confess, right? she probably participated in a game. ” she stated.

“ probably, ” he answered.

you participated in a game, coming back with bruises all over your arm, hoping you could hide it so the others wouldn't mind.

you entered your room, as you opened the door, you saw a chishiya sitting in your bed, waiting for you, perhaps.

“ what are you doing here? ” you asked,

he stood up, and went to you, his hands still in his pockets, looking at you nonchalantly.

“ you participated in a game, ” he says, you furrowed, of course you did, your visa was gonna end.

“ yeah? my visa was supposed to end tonight, so i...joined the game. ” you explained.

“ atleast you could've brought me with you. ” he says. you noticed, he's very weird today. chishiya's usually not like this.

you raised a brow, “ you're weird, what do you mean? ”

“ i said, you could've brought me with you, what if you got killed there? it's very dangerous joining a game all alone by yourself. ” his voice was stern, oh boy, he was mad. but why?

you let out a breathy chuckle, “ chishiya, i'm a grown up, i don't need others just to make sure i'll be safe whenever i wander around. i can take care of myself. i don't need other people's help, and i made it out alive- ”

he cuts you off, “ what if you didn't? what if you made the simpliest mistake? i know you know that making even a little mistake can put your life into danger. we're in the bordelands, [name]. not in the real world. ”

“ i know. i'm aware that we're in the borderlands. i get that making one simple mistake can put my life into danger, ” you paused.

“ but i'm very careful about my actions! i was always very careful about my actions. so you don't have to worry. ” you added.

“ careful with your actions? explain your bruises all over your arms, then. ” he stated.

you stayed silent for a minute, he was really getting in your nerves,

you sighed frustratedly, “ why do you want to know about me desperately? why are you acting so weird this days, chishiya? would you care to explain that? ”

“ answer my question. ” he said, while looking directly at your eye.

“ no. just, WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO WEIRDLY THESE DAYS? AND WHAT ARE YOU SAYING THAT I SHOULD'VE BROUGHT YOU WITH ME? I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!- ”

“ i told you, explain that bruises in your arm- ”

“ WHY DO YOU ACT AS IF YOU'RE MY PARENT? YOU'RE JUST A FRIEND OF MINE ANYWAYS, WE'RE JUST FRIENDS, RIGHT? SO WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO BRING YOU IN EVERY GAME I PLAY? CHISHIYA? ”

“ BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, OKAY? ”

he what...?

“ you what? chishiya? ” you asked, chishiya looked at you, coldly.

“ i said i like you. ” he answered bravely. you blinked a few times, hell you were even touching your bruises in your arm to confirm if this is some sort of dream.

“ stop touching your bruises, it's not a dream. ” says chishiya.

“ it's okay if you dont reciprocate- ” he was cutted off when you began to speak,

“ actually, i like you too, chishiya. ”

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nekoannie-chan · 5 months

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The perfect trap part I

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Enhanced!Mutant!Reader X Jack Rollins, Steve Rogers X Enhanced!Mutant!Reader (platonic).

Word count: 1141 words.

Summary: The reader is in a relationship with Brock and Jack; she has the task of introducing Steve to our era, something that obviously neither of them likes, but they have no choice.

Warnings: Poly relationship, the reader is an agent of HYDRA, mentions of smut.

A/N: This was requested by @azulatodoryuga. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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2011

"Have you decided where we're going on vacation yet?" you inquired of your boyfriend as you adjusted your bra.

You were busy when you got the message from S.H.I.E.L.D., in which they told you that they needed your presence immediately at the facilities; you had to get dressed quickly.

"Y/N, there is no time for that; we must get there as soon as possible and see that none of that interferes with our plans," Jack scolded you.

You turned indignantly to see him. "What did you say?"

"Jack, don’t bother her; you better hurry up; you know that if you make her angry, she won't let you do to her that thing you like so much," Brock intervened, causing Jack to leave the room grumbling.

"What's going on?” It's four in the morning," you commented, breaking the silence in the car.

"Something too important; otherwise, they wouldn't have called us, but we're not the only ones, so it's a big deal," Brock said as he drove.

"I don't like this."

"Did you see something?" Jack asked.

"I don't have visions; I just move things around, and, well, you know... you made a sign to indicate that you could kill someone using your powers.” But I have a bad feeling."

"Do you think we've been discovered?" Jack's voice sounded nervous; that wasn't like him at all.

"If that were the case, we'd have several teams breaking into the house to catch us instead of being called in.” It's something else," Brock clarified.

"I hope we don't have to use the Soldiers," you said.

"Does innocent little Y/N want a repeat of last time?” I believe you're a sex addict," Jack teased.

"Jack, shut up; you're the sex addict," you defended yourself.

Brock Jack was waiting for the other one to agree with him.

"Sorry, but Y/N is right; I'm starting to think you really are." Brock backed you up.

"I hate you."

"You're lying, you know you love us, or do you want me to tell you what we were doing before we were interrupted?" You've already scoffed.

Jack grimaced; he knew he had lost the battle.

"Why did you come together?" Natasha asked you when you sat down next to her. It was going to be very obvious if the three of you sat together.

"I spoke to Rumlow, who lives near my house, but my car broke down and I had no way to get there," you answered. You usually made excuses, and you didn't want anyone to know about the relationship you had to avoid putting others in danger. "Do you know why they called us?" You nimbly changed the subject; you knew that she would keep questioning you if you didn't do it.

"They found someone," she answered.

"Someone? Who? "

"They're not sure yet, but they say is Captain Rogers."

"Captain Rogers? You mean, Steve Rogers, Captain America, "you couldn't believe what you had just heard; you had to tell Jack and Brock as soon as possible."

You managed to send them a text message, and they made a great effort to keep their reaction from being obvious. What was going on was confirmed at that meeting, where they explained it to you.

None of the three knew exactly the significance of what was happening, but you were beginning to imagine the consequences. Evidently, Pierce would not be at all happy, and above all, in a few days, he would also gather the agents who were on the mission to intervene with S.H.I.E.L.D.

You were startled when Fury named you at the end of the meeting; he required your presence in his office. Brock and Jack exchanged glances, somewhat panicked, and as much as possible, they stayed close to Nick's office; they were very worried.

"What do you need me for, Director?" you asked, doing your best to appear calm.

"You will take care of Rogers; I need you to help him integrate into our time; you are one of the best agents we have," Nick ordered.

"Is he awake yet?" You were trying to get as much information as you could. You, Brock, and Jack had to come up with a plan quickly.

"This morning, but I need to keep it a secret still," he replied.

You nodded, and he continued to give you instructions. Now that you were trying hard to keep from smiling, maybe it wasn't all bad news; that could mean that maybe you could move up the ranks in HYDRA.

As you left the office, you motioned for them to follow you; you were to talk in a private place where no one could hear you.

They didn't like the idea at all; they didn't like at all that you had to share your time with the enemy or what could happen; they didn't want to share you with anyone else in any way; you were only theirs.

"When are you going to start that?" Brock questioned.

"In three days."

"I don't like the idea," Brock said. He didn't want to think about what might happen; the mere thought made him angry.

"I know, Brock, but if we look on the bright side, we could get a lot of valuable information, and that would make Pierce very happy," you said.

"Y/N is right, but we'll still be close, and if he dares to touch you...

"Is the big guy jealous?" interrupted Jack.

"Pierce wants us to meet, well, all of STRIKE with him tomorrow," Brock interrupted as he saw the message that had arrived.

"Then I guess we have to make the most of the time; we don't know when we might get some alone time together again," you proposed mischievously.

Obviously, you didn't waste that night, so much so that the next day you couldn't even walk, but you didn't deny that you enjoyed it.

Day D

You knew you had to carry out your mission perfectly, although now that Pierce has found out about Steve, you feel more pressure.

"You know you can call us whenever you need us," Brock said, then gave you a kiss and a little box with a necklace he had bought for you.

"We'll be waiting for you; everything will be so boring without you," Jack said as he kissed you on the cheek.

You had never been separated for more than a month, but somehow you were going to get Steve to be part of HYDRA; somehow you would convince him without him noticing.

With the Soldier and the Captain on your side, the world would be yours.

You took a breath of air before knocking on the door, and you opened it slowly when you heard you could come in.

"Captain Rogers, I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N. I'll be in charge of helping you integrate into our time. Nice to meet you."

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLA!#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x double agent!reader #brock rumlow x reader #jack rollins x reader #brock rumlow x reader x jack rollins

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i-like-anything-water · 2 months

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You Belong with Me (kinda) inspired AU because I don't think I can write it consistently. Chlonette.

Marinette is an artist and still an aspiring fashion designer. While she isn't unpopular, she's mostly known for her sweetness and kindness to other people. She's had confessions, few, but she's only ever liked one guy since freshman year: Adrien Agreste.

Adrien, who happens to be dating Chloe. Chloe Bourgeois, Queen Bee and childhood rival of Marinette. The blonde always gets on her nerves purposely. It's like she goes out of her way to annoy her at least once in a day.

"Here," Chloe all but shoves an umbrella to her, eying her distastefully, "Wouldn't want you looking like a rabid dog."

Despite her confusion, she keeps the yellow and black umbrella.

Marinette isn't a homewrecker. Despite her massive crush, she still respects Adrien and Chloe's relationship. So what if she coincidentally is there so spectate almost every public display affection of them, she's not jealous. Especially not of Chloe. Spoiled, brat, pretty, funny- wait, ew.

Chloe and Adrien are fencers along with Kagami who in reality, Chloe has a crush on. She begged Adrien to 'pretend' to date her for a couple of weeks to see if it irks something from the stoic blue haired girl.

"Congratulations to you both. I wish you a prosperous relationship." Was all she said, her eyes lingering on Adrien. Fuck.

Adrien hands her her favorite ice cream, a comforting hand placed on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Chloe..."

She sniffs, but doesn't cry. Huh, maybe she's quick to move on than she expected. "It's fine."

News of Adrien and Chloe splitting starts but neither deny or confirm.

Alya's the head/president of the publishing team/school newspaper and she tags Marinette along to help her with Adrien now that Chloe is apparently out of the picture.

Chloe is, unfairly, attractive after a match. She's not even close to panting and her hair is just slightly messed and her posture straight and poised and oh Marinette is staring. At the wrong blonde. Fuck.

Prom is close and coming.

"Are you going to ask Adrien?" "What? No! Chloe would kill me!" "Girl, they're broken up haven't you heard?" "Uh, huh. Sure."

She doesn't believe it though. Chloe hasn't been ranting or bursting about their break up or cause unnecessary annoyance to everyone on how life is treating her poorly.

Chloe commissions a dress and a suit.

"One's for Daddy's upcoming gala." She had said. She didn't know why she needed to explain. She didn't think Marinette deserved to know. Marinette just looked at her, surprised but not judging, and nodded.

After numerous coffees, shopping trips and awkward positions (being locked inside the lab room and needing to cuddle to keep warm coughs a classic) they were able to get their dresses done.

After Chloe occupied most of her time, Marinette realized too late she hadn't tried asking Adrien.

She didn't panic. Huh. Just a sense of slight regret.

It's only after she took a look at Chloe's dress and suit (she had wanted a similar theme for some reason) she realized Chloe's clothes matched her own prom dress.

She told Chloe, expecting the worst. What she didn't expect was her widening her eyes, blushing, and stuttering an inaudible response before fleeing.

Chloe starts avoiding her, only attempting conversation when she asks about the dress and suit.

Marinette misses her. Her presence has...been a huge part of her daily life now and she's suddenly gone and she's confused and annoyed and sad and-

Fuck. "Alya, I think I might like Chloe." "I think you got the wrong blonde, babe." A sigh. "I wished."

She tried to ask Adrien anyways, maybe she was just confused and because she hasn't seen him much?

He says yes. Oh.

Prom comes. Marinette is debating what to wear. Adrien texted he'll be there soon and she waits

Her parents gave her a confusing look but later gave them smiles and took pictures.

They arrive at prom.

Chloe was wearing a suit. A suit! Fuck, her suit. Double fuck, she looked amazing.

"Hey, you guys match!" A confused Adrien, an amused Alya, an equally confused Nino, and a blushing Chloe.

"You look nice." "You're not too bad yourself, Dupain-Cheng."

They dance into the night.

They don't talk about it for a few days but they're less awkward now. Hanging out again albeit not the same as usual.

Then, "Chloé...I have heard from Adrien you had developed feelings for me prior to Prom?"

Jealousy ensues.

"I get it, I'm not her. Just- just go away, Chloé..." "So what if you're not her? I don't care!" "Then maybe you should!"

"I don't like Kagami anymore. It's not her, I like someday else." "Then go to her instead!" "I'm already with her. I'm already with you."

They end up together and share a room in uni. AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

Finished the last parts just now. This can also fit reverse! chloenette.

#chloe bourgeois #chloenette #marinette dupain cheng #fic idea #songfic?#maybe

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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how would a relationship with vance and robins sister work out ?

As Long As It's Not You (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x F!Reader (romantic), Robin Arellano + F!Reader (familial)

Word count: 476

Description: Robin discovers his sister is dating Vance Hopper

Tags: kisses, confrontation, protective brother, Spanish translations in AN

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You sat at your regular lunch table, happily chatting with Vance.

“Do you wanna go play some pinball after school?” Vance asked, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, why not,” you beamed, reaching up to hold his hand. “I suppose it’s been a while since I’ve totally kicked your ass.”

“Oh, please, I am the one with the skills here, any point discrepancies in the past were pure beginner's luck,” Vance teased, leaning to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“I just think you can’t deal with the fact you lost, you big baby,” you laughed, blushing at Vance’s affection.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice call to you. Both you and Vance turned to see who had called out. You tense slightly as you lay your eyes on your brother, Robin, walking towards your table. You could feel that Vance had a similar reaction. You hadn’t yet told Robin about your relationship with Vance and this wasn’t quite how you had wanted to tell him.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you and Vance, specifically the way you were posed.

“Uh, what’s happenin’?” Robin asked, raising his eyebrow. “¿Quieres que golpee a Vance por ti?”

“No, it’s nothing bad, oh, esto es un poco incómodo, Robin, you know Vance, right,” you chuckled awkwardly, gesturing to Vance.

“Believe me, I do,” Robin replied with a scowl, sitting next to you at the table. “Which is exactly why I’m so surprised to see him here.”

“Well…for a while now, Vance and I have been, um, going out,” you squeaked, avoiding eye contact with your brother. Robin quietly scoffed.

“Looks like we’ve got some protective brother stuff, doesn’t want his sister datin’ anyone,” Vance joked quietly, leaning forward to whisper into your ear.

“Firstly, I can hear you, jackass. Second, I’m totally fine if Y/N wants to date people, as long as it’s not you,” Robin smiled snarkily. You let out a small giggle.

“Robin, you don’t gotta worry, todo ha ido increíble hasta ahora, I know what I’m doin’,” you assured Robin, crossing your arms and leaning forward on the table. Robin’s eyes flicked up to Vance before going back to you.

“Sé que lo haces, supongo que estoy siendo un poco sobreprotector,” Robin admitted, mimicking your motions. “I just don’t like that it’s him.”

“Yo tampoco al principio, for what it’s worth,” you half agreed, shooting Robin a comforting smile.

Robin smiled a little.

“¿Prometes que serás inteligente?,” Robin asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Scouts honor,” you promised, holding up two fingers to make the gesture. Robin nodded, stood up from the table, and pressed a quick kiss to your head.

“I’ve got my eye on you, Hopper,” Robin spat as he walked away.

“Did that go well?” Vance asked, watching as Robin left.

“Well, it could have gone way worse.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! And before you ask, yes, I did use google translate, I can't speak Spanish to save my life

Translations:

Do you want me to hit Vance for you?

Oh, this is a bit awkward

Everything has gone amazing so far

I know you do, I guess I'm being a little overprotective

Me neither at first

Promise that you'll be smart?

#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #robin arellano #the black phone #fanfic #fanfiction

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dawn-moths · 4 months

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Hi!!! Just came across your blog from the tea prompt for Dabi and Shigaraki, and was hoping I could humbly request earl grey tea and coffee for Dabi? Entirely up to you and at your leisure, of course!! ^w^

hiii!! once again, i have no problem doing both :)

tw: possessiveness, mentions of 18+ content but nothing too explicit.

♡dabi♡

earl grey tea: how do they court their s/o?

The way Dabi asks you out is both unexpected and abrupt, as well as a long time coming. What started as a casual one night stand hookup turned into running into each other by chance a week or so later, both of you on your way to get coffee and deciding to tag along to the shop you frequent together, after which you exchanged contact info. You don’t expect him to text you right away, if at all, but you wouldn’t mind reaching out the next time you found yourself feeling a little bored. Much to your surprise, however, Dabi does text you first.

What are you doing later, his speech bubble reads, plain and simple.

Not much, you reply. What about you?

He’s pretty to the point when he tells you he wants to hook up with you again, and since he was so good the first time, you figure why not.

After that night, you find yourself growing attached, thinking about him when he’s not around, wondering if maybe he’s thinking about you too. Several hook ups, casual coffee dates, and text conversations later, you’re curled up to his side watching some movie neither of you are particularly invested in.

“Hey…” you begin, afraid to have the conversation that’s been on your mind for a couple weeks now. “I think we should stop doing this.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “this movie isn’t even that good anyway…” He gives you a look that you know only ever leads to one thing, all that cerulean swimming with lust.

“No,” you clarify, putting a little distance between you and him as you sit up and settle yourself on the couch across from him. “I mean us— you and me— this. I think we should stop seeing each other.”

All that lazy charm he usually carries so well suddenly drops, flickering into fear and confusion for a moment while his mouth hangs open with words he’s not yet sure he’s ready to say.

In his moment of pause you keep talking, telling him in the most unattached, nonchalant way you can that you don’t think you and him are on the same page, that, at this rate, you’re just going to get hurt, having developed stronger feelings for him than you ever intended.

You just never could’ve guessed that he was also currently facing the same predicament.

“I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he admits, much to your surprise. You almost don’t believe him, but there’s something in his eyes, something about the way he says it that makes you think maybe he’s telling the truth. “Not since the coffee shop. I haven’t seen anyone else but you…”

And it’s never asked or stated explicitly— that you’re his girlfriend, that he’s your boyfriend— but from then on there seems to be way less guessing on your part whether he actually likes you for more than the amazing sex you two have.

You two start learning more personal things about each other, find you have more in common than you originally thought, and find comfort in the fact that, for once, everything seems to be working out for the best.

coffee: do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Oh I just think Dabi is the king of jealousy. Although, like with most things, he’s pretty good at masking that emotion under a veil of indifference if other people are around. However, the moment he’s got you alone again, he’s shoving you up against the wall and kissing you until you’re breathless, until your head is spinning and only filled of thoughts of him, him, him.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls, gravely tone laced with something dangerous, something desperate. When you hesitate, staring into his eyes, still trying to recover from that unexpected whirlwind of a kiss, he repeats, more urgent this time, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Dabi…” you say, slowly reaching up to cup his scarred face in your delicate little hands. “It’s always been you.”

It’s a barely detectable sound, the way his next breath catches in his throat as your words— your promise— registers to him, but then, once he catches himself slipping into something too vulnerable for him to bear, he’s leading you to your shared bed by the hand and pinning you down on it before long, making sure his kisses cover every inch of your body, branding you in bruises from his lips, the indent of his teeth, anything he can to make sure that he’s left his mark and claimed what’s his.

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♡ send me a tea prompt + a character i write for ♡

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baronessblixen · 4 months

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O Holy No (8/10)

Today's prompt: sex toys for Christmas

Summary: A family gathering and a surprising present. (wc: 1,080)

Tagging @today-in-fic

No one says a word about him and Scully having spent the night in the same bed. Neither of them had meant to fall asleep, but it happened. By the time he woke up, it was already too late to pretend he hadn’t slept in her room, and he was too cozy to slip out anyway. He eyes Bill but Scully’s brother has turned into a docile giant who is currently busy trying to feed his son breakfast.

“Did you sleep well, honey?” Mrs. Scully asks, kissing her daughter’s cheek. Maybe he was too quick in thinking there wouldn’t be any questions. After all, Mrs. Scully is a Catholic. Mulder hides his nervousness by pouring himself and Scully a cup of coffee.

“I did. I’m sorry we didn’t come back down again. We were tired.” Even Matthew falls quiet, watching the adults and their strange behavior. It’s quiet in the kitchen, no one looking at anyone. Clearly, they don’t believe he and Scully had sex upstairs while they were down here having dinner. At least he hopes they don’t.

“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” Mulder watches her, still silently sipping his coffee. “I came in to check on you,” Mrs. Scully admits almost apologetically. “Today is going to be a busy day and I’m glad you got some rest.” He can’t be entirely sure but he thinks Scully’s mother winks at him. An actual wink. He needs another cup of coffee. A stronger one.

“What do you mean by busy?”

“Did Dana not tell you? We’re having a big family Christmas celebration today,” Mrs. Scully says.

“Won’t be more than 20 or 30 people,” Bill says as if that weren’t a lot.

“30 people.” Mulder glances at Scully, who chuckles.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” she says softly, and that’s the only thing he needs.

The 20 to 30 people turn into a good 40. Mulder has lost count of how many people he’s said hello to. At first, he made sure to remember their faces and names. Now he’s lost. Most of them are Scullys. There are a few people from Tara’s family here, and a few neighbors and friends who aren’t related. Mrs. Scully introduced him as ‘Dana’s boyfriend and partner’ and at some point, translation must have been lost cause someone asked if he was the boy toy and another one called him Dana’s husband. He can live with both.

“Scully, your family is…” Mulder is cornering her, even though she’s carrying a tray with snacks for the kids. They’re already on edge, waiting for their presents. But he needs to spend two seconds with her before he can set her loose again.

“It’s not always like this,” she says. “Next year, it would be…”

“It would be what?”

“I didn’t mean to assume you’d want to do this again.”

“Scully, these people think I’m your husband. Or your boy toy, depending on who you ask. I will be here. If you want me here.”

“I do.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“Let me get this to the kids and then I’m with you, okay?”

He just nods, watching her put the tray down and interact with the children. She smooths Matthew’s hair and helps him sit down so he can snack with the older kids. They’re all beaming at her and Mulder knows exactly what that feeling is like. She catches him watching her but he’s not going to pretend he wasn’t.

Instead, he just smiles. She walks over to him and he puts his arm around her, just standing there, observing. Scully gives him a few tidbits about this cousin or that and as he just listens to her while she’s leaning against him. There's just this; no danger anywhere near them, nothing to take him or her away from here. He realizes - surprised himself - that he's happy.

Their moment doesn’t last long, because the kids get whiny, wanting their presents. So everyone gathers in the living room and the children are handed gifts. Wrapping paper flies around like confetti, some kids squeal, one of them cries, and it’s a new kind of mayhem. When it all slows down, and the kids are playing, the adults start exchanging gifts too. Mulder glances at Scully, because he didn’t bring anything. The only gift he has is for Scully and it’s still in his bag.

“Scully, I don’t have any presents for anyone,” he whispers into her ear.

“Don’t worry,” she assures him, patting his hand. “It’s the Scully version of a White Elephant exchange. Everyone brought a gift and everyone gets one. No one knows who it’s from.”

“Did you bring something?”

“Of course,” Scully says.

“The right present this time?” he teases her and chuckles. “What is it?”

“It’s a scented candle.”

“Very original, Scully.” She gently elbows him and he just laughs again, deciding to stop teasing her and waiting until it’s their turn.

Scully’s scented candle isn’t the worst or most unimaginative gift. There’s an ugly angel figure, a bottle of what Mulder is pretty sure is cheap wine, and his own personal highlight is an ashtray shaped like a lung. Then it’s Bill’s turn. Everyone watches excited as he unwraps the elegantly wrapped box. He lifts the lid and then falls quiet.

“What is it?” Tara asks, trying to see inside.

“Show us, Bill,” someone else says. He takes it out of the box and no one says a word for a good ten seconds.

“What is it?” One of the older ladies readjusts her glasses.

“It’s a chew toy,” Bill says, clearing his throat. “A chew toy for dogs. Next!”

“Scully,” Mulder murmurs. “That is- is that?”

“A purple dildo? Yes, it is.”

“Who brings a sex toy to a White Elephant exchange?” Mulder asks, scanning the crows. No one here looks guilty. No one is blushing. Bill has put the purple dildo back into the box and is looking for a good spot to hide it. “I want to say hello to them.” Scully laughs quietly next to him. “What do you think Bill will do with it?”

“Mulder, I don’t want to think about it. That’s my brother.”

“What if…”

“What if what?” She looks at him.

“What if we snatch that gift?” Her eyes grow wide.

“You’re not serious, are you?”

But he just grins, trying to come up with a plan to steal that very special Christmas gift.

#ficmas2023 #oholyno #we're almost done #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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altschmerzes · 6 months

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any more details on jamie settling in living with ted + adjusting to that everything you’ve posted is so good

YES ABSOLUTELY here is, in no particular order, an assortment of details about the process of jamie settling into living with ted and adjusting to that new reality:

(cw for non-detailed references to abuse and ptsd symptoms stemming from abuse trauma)

- when ted first takes jamie home from the hospital, roy goes with them. he sleeps on the couch in ted's flat for over a week before he's finally willing to spend the night in his own house (away from jamie) and that is far from the last time he stays at ted's just because neither of them can stand to be away from the kid overnight. eventually, bc it is murder on his back, roy starts sleeping in ted's room with him when he stays over on those nights, bc their dynamic is evolving too as all this is happening and they get a lot closer as they're like, really in the thick of basically co-parenting this kid together. (i am EARNING my platonic co-parenting tag on this fic okay sdlsk) this part isn't so much about jamie but it's a detail about those early days that i think about a lot.

- in the early days jamie really tries to like- he wants it to be Clear that look i'm not asking for anything i'm not entitled to, this is a Business Arrangement or whatever, you're too good a guy to let me go back to my dad after what happened or keep bouncing around my friends' couches like i've been doing while in london, but i know what this is and what it isn't. and ted's just like. respectfully. i do not think you do.

- (bc obviously ted is like. i did not take in an abused sixteen year old to be my roommate. when he talked to michelle on the phone about what he wanted to do, how he wanted to take action not only to get jamie away from james but to bring him home as well, and he wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a bad decision for henry's sake, michelle told him to go get his kid. that's what this is. as far as ted's concerned, this was his official step into the role of being this boy's father, and he's going to live up to that.)

- even though ted's never raised a hand to him, it's hard for jamie to believe, really internalize and believe that he's safe there. sometimes, something will trigger him and he'll be pretty sure for at least a brief period of time that ted's going to snap and things are going to get bad. one time when this happens and jamie has a particularly bad panic attack as a result, once he gets calmed down and settled a bit, ted decides to try something new to see if it'll help. he first explains that jamie is never, ever going to be hit here, because this is not a hitting family, and ted is not going to scream and holler at him either. he'll make mistakes, and might raise his voice every so often, but he'll do his best not to and he'll always apologize if it happens, because that's not okay here.

and then after that, after making that extremely clear, ted goes on with his new plan for something that might help:

"Until you can believe me, or any time you’re just not sure, that’s the real nice thing about this community we got here, is you’ve got plenty of real good people around you that you can go to. So if I ever do anything that hurts you or scares you, you can call one of them, and they’ll help you and keep you safe. I’m not ever gonna give you a reason to need to make that call, but it’s important you know that it’s a call you can make. So we’re gonna make a list, okay?"

"A list?"

"A list of people you can call, if I ever hurt you or make you think I’m gonna hurt you. So that you can look at it and know you have choices."

so they make a list. (roy is the first name that goes on it. but they add a lot of others too - beard. higgins. julie. sarah kent. rebecca. mae the pub owner, which gets a laugh out of ted.) (it's a big list, and it's a little overwhelming for jamie to look at. he spent a long time suffering and scared on his own, and now he's only got the memory of that, the way living like that has made him afraid even when he's safe, and he has this whole list of people who'd drop anything to get him out of a bad situation if he just made a phone call.) (ted DOESN'T ever give him reason to use it, but while he's working on believing that ted isn't going to hurt him, even now that jamie lives with him even now that ted is becoming, has become his dad it makes him feel just that much safer to know that even if it did happen, he wouldn't be alone again)

- the first time that jamie's friends come over to hang out is a really, really big deal. not just to jamie (who did not bring friends over to his dad's place) and to ted (who knows it's a big step for him to do this, to take up space like that) but to the kidgang too (they've never seen him like this, without the looming threat of what he went home to hanging over him).

#gav gab #gav answers #fic: wriggle up on dry land #i could say one million things about these early days #the process of learning how to be in this new normal together #it is Everything 2 me #writing liveblog #abuse ref

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2af-afterdark · 2 years

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Human World Tour

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Asmodeus/Main Character/Satan

Characters: Asmodeus, Satan, Main Character

Additional Tags: afam!mc (you/your), human realm, kissing, public sex, magic/spells, double penetration, threesome - m/m/f

Summary: You somehow convinced Diavolo to let you out into the human realm for a holiday. To make sure you stayed safe, he even offered to let you bring two of the brothers along on your little excursion.

Word Count: 4142

"Look, look, look." You excitedly chirp, pointing to the large structure slowly coming into view over the horizon, "It's the actual Eiffel Tower. Can you believe it?"

"Well, it is one of the most notable landmarks in the Western world. We were obligated to come see it." Satan, of course, had seen it dozens of times. Every time he got summoned by a human that lived in Paris or was even just visiting, he would run the chance of seeing it again. Especially because it was a good place to run into scorned lovers.

Not to say Satan was the only one that had seen it before. In fact, if any of the brothers had seen it more than him, it was definitely Asmodeus. The city of lights and love was always a destination that people would call out to him from, even though his wheelhouse was lust and not love. Most humans really weren't smart enough to understand the difference when they made deals with him.

Even so, neither of them was willing to rain on your parade. You weren't a several dozen millennia year old demon that got to see the world and its many different cultures throughout time, and they knew this was a new experience for you. Plus, they both had to admit that it was delightful to see how your face beamed at spending this time with them. They weren't going to ruin your first trip to Paris for you.

It didn't take much longer for the three of you to reach the base of the famed Eiffel Tower, where you saw a long line stretching from a ticket booth. You probably should have expected something like this, but it was still disappointing to see it.

"Well, I guess we should get in line..."

"Line?" Satan asks, "Why would we wait in line?"

"Because we need tickets to get in." You point to the very clear line with dozens and dozens of people in it.

"Darling, we're demons. We don't wait in lines for human attractions."

"Then how are we supposed to-"

Before you can finish the question, Satan is already chanting a spell. The words of which you recognize as a command that all people that see you should overlook your presence. As soon as he stops chanting, he looks to you and smiles, "There. We should be free to pass without anyone disturbing us now."

"What was that, exactly?" Not that you didn't trust Satan's magic, but you wanted to make sure you understood what just happened.

"It's a spell that makes others ignore you. And before you ask, it is not invisibility. It literally just makes people ignore you, no matter what you may do." He didn't want to say how that kind of spell would usually be used, but suffice it to say that many a mortal under contract had need for it.

The two of them showed you exactly how it worked by sneaking you to the front of the elevator line, where no one even seemed to react to you cutting. You insisted on taking the stair to be fair, but when they reminded you there were over 600 of them you bulked. Elevator it was! Even as the elevator showed up and you made your way inside, no on tried to move into the space you occupied. It was like they were aware something was there, but that none of them could see you. Asmodeus held onto you, keeping you close in the small space and guarding you zealously.

The first floor was transparent! It was actually pretty disorientating to see everyone walking underneath you, and you were suddenly grateful you had chosen pants for today's outing. There were also exhibits that you and Satan both geeked out over (mostly you though). When you tired of the first floor, they snuck you up to the second, but Satan chose not to join you and Asmodeus, claiming that there was something on the third floor he wanted to check out. You wondered why he couldn't wait for all of you to go up there, but you trusted him.

This time you could see the horizon of Paris and all the buildings surrounding you. Once again, there were people everywhere, but they continued to move around and avoid you. That was all fine. Your main concern was the telescopes that sat along the railing. You grabbed Asmo's hand, pointing them out and insisting that you both go look through them to see the city even better. He followed you with a smile, loving your excitement at the new experience.

You bend forward to take a look through the telescope, seeing the city far off in the distance. Everything looks so new to you and you can only stare in wonder. Asmo, on the other hand, is busy staring at the very familiar sight of your pants hugging the curves of your ass. It's so cruel that you are unaware of how tempting you look when you are bent over in front of him. No. You have to know, right. He's felt it for a while now, but your lust is growing slowly. As if to test the waters, he strokes his against your butt, giving it a squeeze as you play tourist.

You yip in surprise and give him a glare, "Really?"

He chuckles, "Just admiring the sights."

"Then find a telescope of your own." You say, but he can clearly feel that your arousal just spiked.

Encouraged by the feelings you won't admit to, he continues to rub you, exploring how nicely you curve and fit into his palm. You say nothing this time, secretly hoping that he will give you even more. There are people all around you, but no one seems to have any reaction to the sigh of him clearly feeling you up in public. Was the spell really that powerful?

He raises his hands and cups your face from behind, forcing you to look at him.

"Darling..." The lust in his eyes swirls as he leans in to kiss you, moaning into your mouth and forcing your own.

"Asmo... Not here, please." You croon, leaning back against him even as you protest. Please let him ignore your words.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers softly in your ear, his hands delicately tracing from your neck, down the buttons of your shirt, and stopping at the zipper of your pants, "Tell me you want me."

"We can't..." This was not the place for this. You should got somewhere private, somewhere you couldn't be interrupted, somewhere that...

Your thoughts are interrupted and you preen as you feel his cock press against you through both of your pants, pushing the fabric of your clothing against your growing need.

His deft fingers grab at your zipper to undo your pants, sliding his hand down into your panties as soon as he does. Those skilled fingers rub along your slit, teasing at your arousal. With a breath laugh he keeps whispering to you, "My darling shouldn't lie about her needs. I can't leave you like this." A single finger dips into your heat and pulls a gasp from your throat.

"It's because you've been teasing me this entire time."

"Then I should take responsibility for what I did." His teeth bite tenderly at your ear, and his other hand starts to work at opening the buttons on your shirt.

Against every ounce of logic telling you to put a stop to this, you feel yourself roll against Asmo's hand, trying to push more of him into you. Why was he only using one finger? You wanted to feel him stretch you out even more. He had to know how badly you wanted to feel him, given that he made it his business to learn everything that drove you crazy.

"You poor thing..." The voice that tickled your ear dripped with honey, "You need to say what you want, remember?" He would gladly tease you to the point of madness, but he would go no further than this without hearing you ask for it.

You shook your head, "Please don't make me..." How could he be so cruel to make you say something so shameless out loud? If you were in private, you would gladly do whatever it took to keep him going, but there were people all around.

"Hmmm. I see." As if to punish you, he draws back his finger, threatening to remove it completely from your wet, aching need. You whine as he does so, begging him not to take out any more than he already has. He kisses your temple, trying to put you at ease, "If you don't want this, I won't make you."

You shut your eyes and reach your own hand into your underwear, laying it on his and guiding him back into you, even prompting him to add the next finger you so desperately need.

You look up at him with the lust-filled eyes that he adores and finally utter the words he longs to hear, "I want you, Asmo. Please?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he starts to pump his fingers inside of you. You groan, lifting your arms to wrap them around the back of his neck to help hold yourself up against his assault.

"Such a good girl." His fingers spread, scissoring open your tight cunt, "Do you know how long I've had to hold back today? Every dirty thought that makes you drip makes it so much harder not to take you. What have you been thinking about that has you this wet for me already?" He wanted to hear every fantasy you had and bring them to life.

You bite your lip, focusing on how he scraps against your inner walls, "I was thinking about how we're in the city of love..."

"Hm?" For once he didn't see the connection.

"E-everyone thinks Paris is so- fuck- romantic ." You struggle to speak as he pushes a third finger into you, "I couldn't help but think of being pulled off to the side and fucked until I couldn't waaaaa-" You find you can't even finish that last word as his thumb starts to rub your clit while his fingers keep pumping you.

"Why would I pull you off to the side when I can show you the view here?" It was, after all, the view that made couples fall in love all over again, "When we're done you won't be able to think of Paris without touching yourself."

You shudder, "Stop teasing me." You could feel your own slick on your inner thighs so you knew your lust had to be screaming at him, "I want you. Now."

He shook his head, "I wasn't the only one you invited here, Darling. Don't you have someone else you want to say all those dirty things to?" He was not only the most open of the brothers when it came to sharing his time with you, but he enjoyed it. The very thought of leaving one of your beloved boyfriends out of this was something he wouldn't entertain.

"Satan wouldn't want-"

"Satan wouldn't want to miss seeing you like this." He finishes for you. His mouth lavishes kisses along your neck, sucking at the flesh to leave little hickeys as he went, "Don't you want to be filled completely." The whine you give him in response is all he needs to hear. So needy, so desperate, so wanting, "Then call him here so you can show him how badly you need us."

You desperately try not to whine again, wanting Asmo to just keep going and give you the release he is so cruelly building up in you. He isn't easily swayed by your pleas like his brother are though. He loves you and wants to satisfy you, but he is also the most willing to watch you struggle and beg him for more and more until you can only mutter obscenities. If you want him to give you anymore, you will have to do as he says.

You try to focus on your pact with the avatar of wrath so he knows you need him, "S-Satan?" The name falls off of your lips in a squeak as Asmo shows his approval by removing his finger from inside of you and wiggling your pants down your legs, quickly followed by the thin lace panties you had worn for today.

He looks at them and the visible wet patch that as formed in the fabric longingly, "It looks like someone expected this?" Why else would you wear something so tempting?

It would be a lie to say you didn't want to do something with your boyfriends in the literal city of love, but you hadn't been expecting it to be so public (even if no one could see you right now). Then again, you had literally just confessed to wanting to be pulled aside and taken advantage off, so how was this any different? Actually, this was probably exactly wha-

"Nugh." You are snapped out of your thoughts as you feel something hard rub against your slick folds, teasing you with the promise of something more that doesn't come. You hurridly reach your hands down to try and push the cock tormenting you inside and finally feel some kind of relief, but Asmo quickly grabs your wrists to stop you.

"Not yet, Darling." He kisses your temple and slowly, agonizingly slowly continues to taunt you by rubbing against you with no sign of giving you what you want.

"Really?" You almost miss the familiar voice through the cloud of lust and need taking over your brain, "You two couldn't wait until later?"

Asmo laughs lightly as he looks back at his brother who has finally gotten up you you, "She was too cute to leave alone." He pulls back, pushing the tip of his cock against you and pushes it in, promising to finally fuck you like you so badly want, "Now that Satan is here, Darling, you should tell him what you want."

You feel a shiver run up your spine. You wish you could see the look on his face right now. Did he look excited to see you this way? Maybe he was aroused like you were? He wouldn't be disgusted, would he? No matter what he may be feeling, you have to do as Asmo says, "I want both of your cocks in me. Please? I can't wait any longer." You tried to speak clearly, even as it was getting harder.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you feel Asmo slam himself up into you, bottoming out in a single motion. The action rips a scream of pleasure from you as heat spreads out from your core, "Thank you." Is all you can say as he finally stops teasing you with what you needed.

"Of course, Darling. You're so pretty when you look like this." He releases your wrists and places his hands against your hip, helping you roll along his length, even as you stand on shaky legs, "Don't you think so too, Satan?"

He sighs at the both of you. He doesn't know why he expected a normal date, especially when you two were left alone together for any amount of time. One of you was always likely to convince the other to start having sex, although he had hoped it could wait until a little later. Unlike you two, Satan wasn't fond of the idea of spending his entire day in a state perpetual horniness. Although, seeing how you trembled and moaned as Asmodeus fucked you made him reconsider his stance on that opinion.

With a sigh, he walked over to the two of you, taking in just how far gone you really were. He stared into your clearly unfocused eyes and basked in the sound of the little noises you were forced to make. Giving into his desire to push you even further, he reached his hands up and laid them against your breasts. With a slight bit of sadism, he pinched and twisted your nipples between his fingers, making those small noise into gasps.

"Noooo." You beg, "N- ugh- not that."

A twisted smirk works across his face, "Oh? Then what should I do?"

"Inside. Want you inside." Your sentences are slowly becoming more simple as you feel Asmo scrap along your walls, clenching around his length and try desperately to keep him inside of you.

Satan looks at his brother, "Should I even ask?"

With a smile, he holds up four fingers and thrusts up into you again, causing your toes to curl in your shoes. He enjoys the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, greedily holding onto his cock and begging him for even more, but he doesn't mind sharing the feeling with his brother if it will result in something even more fun. He pulls out of you slowly, leaving only the tips of his cock inside of you, wanting to thrust back up as you whimper in need for him, but holding himself back.

"We really did have to fall for someone like this, didn't we?" He says, reaching down to open his own pants and free his hardening cock, a bead of precum already forming at his tip.

Satan presses himself against your womanhood, the tip of his cock spreading you open along with Asmo's.

Your eyes widen as you realize what the two of them are planning, "Wait. I can't-"

"Shhh." Asmo whispers in your ear and strokes your hair, "You said you wanted us both. We're giving you what you asked for. We'll go nice and slow for you." As he said that, they both started to slowly push up into you, stretching you open slowly and causing you to feel painfully full.

"Nghn," is the only sound you can make as they both stop and pull out, then push in again to slowly help you accommodate to both of them. You pant quickly, trying to breath as you adjust to them both, "'s too much."

"You're doing so well, Darling. Just a little more." Asmo coos, encouraging you as his hands softly massages your sides to try and help you relax.

"We know you can take us both." Satan, on the other hand, roughly continues to pinch and pull at your nipples, "This is what you wanted, after all."

The two of them are very different lovers. Asmo is always sweet to you, making sure you go at a pace that is comfortable for you. Satan is much more rough. He will tease and gently hurt you to try and conflate your arousal from pleasure and your arousal from pain. However, when the two of them work together it is overpowering. The constant switch between kindness and gentle brutality is enough to leave your brain reeling. The only thing you can count on is for your body to just give into them and let them lead you to your release.

Soon, the two of them are able to bury themselves inside of you completely and you feel how tense your core is from being filled by them. You babble something incoherent as you feel your muscles give out and you bend forward to find support against Satan.

He chuckles darkly, continuing to toy with your body how he wishes, "See? You can handle us both."

"Mhm. She's so good." Asmo bends forward so he can lay a series of kisses at the crook of your neck, "Our good girl. So nice and tight for us, even as she opens up to take us both," his voice is breathy as he whispers into your ear, "So perfect."

"How do you think everyone would react if I removed the spell?" Satan ponders, clearly trying and succeeding to get a rise out of you, "Then everyone around could see just how well you take both of our cocks."

"Oh? You mean we could share the sight of her pretty face with everybody?" Asmo loved the idea of showing off his favorite human, especially if he got to show you off in your current state. Of course, he would never actually do it without you wanting him to.

"Nagh. Stop picking ooooon me." You beg through struggled breaths, "Please s-stop. I rea- fuck! There!" You want to protest their words more, but all you can feel is how both of them take turns thrusting against your sweet spot, not giving you the chance to breath and relax between each moment. In your mind, you can't even tell the two of them apart anymore. All you can tell is that they are both stirring up your insides and forcing you to feel an unyielding pleasure that brings you closer and closer to your release.

"Where do you mean? Here?" Asmodeus kisses your neck more and delicately bites at your earlobe.

"Or maybe here?" Satan pinches you again, which turns your moans into aroused screams.

"N-no." You hate them both. They know what you want. They're just picking on you now, "My cunt. 's too muuuu-" One of them is now reaching down and violently rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. Their fingers push against it and you want to collapse from how many nerves are firing simultaneously inside of you.

"We haven't shown you everything yet." Satan warns.

"We'll do that later when we have you on the bed, begging for mercy." Asmo finishes for him.

You don't answer them, only feeling as the heat in your core finally overflows and you shudder between the two of them, letting your orgasm finally overtake you. Your stretched walls clench around them and they both hum in approval knowing you have reached your peak. The haze in your mind only grows with your release, still building as the two of them keep going to seek their own finish from you.

"Darling, I'm going to cum." Asmo moans against you, his voice sounding like he is finally ready to break, "Can I? Inside?"

You barely understand the question, but you still find yourself nodding with a little, "Mm."

As soon as you give him that freedom, you feel a rush of cum flood your aching, spent cunt. He gives one last thrust before pulling himself out and showering your shoulders in kisses, "Darling. Sweetheart. You're so good. So perfect." He was always so sweet after sex, even when he had to share with someone else, "Just a little more. Satan will give you what you want soon." He places his hand under your chin to turn your head so he can presses his lips against yours, intertwining your tongues together.

"If she wants it, she knows how to ask." Satan clarifies, even as he can feel that he will soon reach his own peak. But this is Satan. He's one of the brothers that wants you to beg for it.

Asmo pulls away and you want to whine for him to come back. He gives you a small smile, "Go on, Darling. Tell him what you want."

You can't focus your sight properly, but you think you are looking up and him. You wrap your arms up around where you think his neck is and open you mouth and with some difficulty say, "Satan. Need you to fill me."

As if acquiescing to your plea, his cock twitches and a stream of hot cum fill you once again. Satan rolls his hips up into you a few more times before slipping out. A small dribble of white rolls down your thighs now that there is nothing inside of you and you can feel how desperately your legs are trying, and failing, to hold you up. One of them is supporting the entirety of your weight at this point; probably Satan.

Satan runs a hand through your hair while Asmo takes his time to rub between your legs and clean you up enough to keep you comfortable. As he does so, you whine and whimper with each stroke against your overly sensitive folds and each bumps against your clit. When you are clean enough, they help you put your clothing back on and Satan scoops you up into his arms.

"You really should learn about time and place." He sighs at your poor choice, even though he had to admit he enjoyed it.

Asmo just laughs, "If you don't like it, I'll keep her all to myself next time~"

You nuzzle against the fourth-born's chest, still feeling bliss from the both of them, "No fighting." It was still only the first day of your holiday. If this was what Paris had to offer in such a short time, you were looking forward to seeing what the next few days would bring.

#2af writes #obey me smut #asmodeus smut #satan smut #afab fic #cw vaginal penetration #cw multiple partners #cw public sex

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Will you hold me softly?

Chapter 2

Summary: After being rescued and raised by the Bangtan Pack, you now find your true mates in the Stray Kids Pack.

Tags: Platonic BTS x Reader, Abusive Childhood, Werewolf au, Eventually Stray Kids x Reader

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Prologue- Chapter 1

Author`s Note: I wanna thank everyone who left beautiful comments on this story despite my lack of updates, I have read them all, they all made this new chapter possible. Despite my lack of consistensy I hope your comments and love can keep me writing. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Through the window you could see it was early morning, little sun rays illuminating the room. There, laying in the middle of the nest between Namjoon and Jin, you watched as Taehyung and Jungkook crawled to lay beside Jin, you on his other side. The two boys almost laid on top of each other to be able to cast a few glances at you. Taehyung laid down on his back as Jungkook laid on his stomach on top of him, despite their grunts as they adjusted neither seemed to bother about their position.

“What brought you here so early?” Mumbled Jin, his eyes half closed as he held your hand under the covers.

“Jimin hyung”

Jungkook`s answer made Namjoon shake his sleep off, moving his whole body so he could look at the two younger boys.

“We told you to come after lunch time”

Silence followed.

“We know, but Jimin was really excited and that got Hobi excited and then at that point Yoongi hyung didn't know how to say no and brought us here earlier, we`re sorry. We just wanted to see her as well.” Taehyung answered rapidly, trying to get the blame off them. It's not like they woke up earlier than everyone in their apartment and woke everyone up and told them to hurry up and go home already, it's not like that, and it's not like their Alpha and Head Omega need to know that.

“It`s ok Tae, you`re here now.” Jin answered as he looked down back at you. “I guess they were all eager to meet you, sweetie.” You looked at him timidly, almost hiding completely in the covers. As you looked past Jin`s caring eyes, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung waving at you. You were nervous and a little bit scared, but they seemed pretty nice people and apparently the closest to your age, you could be friends.

“I`m y/n” You said shyly. That made them both smile widely, you were so cute.

“Nice to meet you y/n, do you wanna come downstairs with us? Yoongi is making breakfast I believe. Can we hyung? Can we go downstairs with her?” Taehyung asked, almost too excitedly. It's not like Jin couldn't see right through them and was still a little bit mad they brought the whole pack here earlier than agreed on, but neither could he deny them anything.

You looked up to Jin expectantly and he sighted.

“I wanted to be in my nest a little bit longer, you know? But ok, you can take her downstairs if she wants to” As both of the young wolves looked at you, you nodded instantly. Their energy and excitement even reaching you.

“Good, take her directly to the kitchen to Yoongi. I will be there in a minute”

As soon as those words were muttered, Jungkook and Taehyung jumped out of the nest, making Namjoon grunt at all the commotion that early in the morning. Jungkook was the one who timidly extended his arm towards you to lead you downstairs. “Lets go” He murmured with a little smile on his face. But before you could take his hand and be scampered down the stairs, Jin grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.

“I will be down in a second if you need me, yeah? Just tell the guys and they will call me” He looked almost too worried for you only going downstairs, but in his brain it was justified. His pup was leaving his side, where he could not see them. He was the most glad for his sense of smell right now, sure he would be able to catch any difference in scent from you from kilometers away.

You nodded and got off the nest with Jungkook`s help. You could tell by their smell that Jungkook was an alpha, but Taehyung seemed to be an omega as well, this made you content, feeling surprisingly at ease in their presence.

You all got down the stairs with a happy step, Taehyung leading the march as Jungkook not once let go of your hand. As you three got down to the base of the stairs, you smelled two new scents. There seemed to be more people on the first floor than Yoongi and that made you nervous. Would they be as good as the packmates you already met? You didn't have enough time to keep on pondering as a gasp was heard and Taehyung stopped in his place.

“She came down?” A little murmur was heard in front of Taehyun, him nodding his head rapidly. You could not see well beyond Taehyung`s back and you didn't even know if you wanted to see or be seen more than that. Your little feet taking you backwards, behind Jungkook's back, holding his hand even tighter. Despite all your attempts to go unnoticed, a face popped out besides Taehyung, his smile almost blinding you. “She's so cute, oh my god I can't believe it”

“You're scaring her Jiminie” Jungkook said, feeling you hide even more behind his back.

That seemed to pause everything, suddenly it was all silent. You popped your head to the right behind Jungkook to see if he was gone, but everything was way worse. Taehyung left both of you standing and went to sit down beside other two boys, now the new smell of a sad omega and anxious beta filled your nose. There was another omega? And the pack even had a beta apparently. You stared at these new people silently and they stared at you back, too scared to frighten you more. Jungkook realized no one wanted to make the first move so he took the matter into his own hands.

“y/n this are Jimin and Hobi hyung. Jimin is an omega like you and Hobi is the pack`s beta. You can say hi, they won't bite '' He giggled, looking at his packmates waiting for them to introduce themselves.

“Hi y/n its so nice to finally meet you” Said the Hobi guy with a heart shaped smile. Jimin seemed more nervous to interact with you, as if he was paralyzed with fear of doing something wrong. That appeared to change when Taehyung put his hand on his back in an assuring motion. Jimin stood up on uneasy legs and got closer to Jungkook and you, crouching down to your level.

“Hi pretty, we finally met. Namjoon was really excited for us to meet you.” You blushed at the soft mention of the pack alpha and his kind words. If he's their alpha, then they must be amazing people as well. You owe everything to him, so must as well trust him and his packmates.

“Namjoon told me a lot about you too” You said almost intelligibly hiding behind Jungkook`s legs, but that didn't seem to matter as they heard it either way, huge smiles in their faces and croons leaving their mouths.

“Only good things I hope” Grinned Jimin. “Come, Yoongi has breakfast ready for everyone”

Jungkook grabbed your hand once again and following after his three packmates he led you towards the kitchen. They all looked pretty young to you, but Jungkook seems to be the youngest of them all. His cheeks still filled with that adolescent baby fat and round curious eyes seemingly wanting to observe every wonder this world has to offer. He didn't look to be much older than you, but probably seven or eight years older. Everyone else, except Jimin and Taehyung, must be in their twenties you suppose. Their stare stronger, their bodies taller and more defined, that of young-adult men. Jimin almost competes with Jungkook's cheeks, his look round and chubby, and despite his age they seem pretty normal for a pack omega, the same goes for Taehyung's pretty round face.

You've got so many questions, but you're so afraid and shy to ask them. You make a mental list of all the questions you wanna ask. Who's the oldest? Is Jungkook really the youngest? How did they all meet? Do they come from a lab like me? Maybe they also don't have a family.

All your thoughts are cut short when you finally reach the kitchen, suddenly you're bombarded with the most amazing smells. Through the entryway, right behind you enters Jin and Namjoon right after him.

“Oh, you met our Jimin and Hoseokie, baby?” Jin asks you as he grabbed your other hand that's not holding Jungkook`s. You nodded, too shy to verbally answer as he led you to the same chair you used yesterday, right beside him.

The whole pack sat down on the kitchen table, a long walnut wood rectangle filled to the brim with what looked like to be the best breakfast you ever had. Surrounding it, the kitchen itself and on its left side a top to bottom window overlooking the stream that bordered the property followed by the deep woods. The kitchen wasn't huge, but just the right size to be cozy and comfortable. And at this hour of the morning it was filled with the golden rays of the forenoon sun.

“What do you want to eat? Yoongi makes the best apple pie, but Namjoon would like to take all the credit tho, the apple tree was planted by him.” Taehyung laughed as a disheveled Yoongi poured him some tea.

“Hey, it's not my problem that my tree produces the best apples in the province.” Namjoon argues as he sips from his morning coffee, Hobi slicing him some bread and cutting some pastries for everyone.

Jin never stopped looking at you awaiting your answer. “What do you want, sweetheart? I'm gonna cut you some cheesecake, I think you will like that, Yoongi likes to add a secret ingredient…chocolate” He whispers like it's the most magical thing, as expected, he made you laugh.

“Would you like…?” Jungkook started as his eyes roamed around the food and drinks overflowing table. “Would you like some…coffee?

“Jungkook!” Jin screeched. “She`s ten, we`re not giving her coffee”

Jungkook looked the other way, embarrassed.

“It's ok, I made some hot chocolate, would you like some, honey?” Yoongi asked calmly, his eyes going back between Jin and you, asking permission from his head omega. When Jin nodded and you said a very small yes, Yoongi turned around immediately to look for your hot choco. Jin grabbed you a plate and cut some cheesecake for you, as well as three strawberries, mumbling something about having to balance the food with so much chocolate. Namjoon calmed him down, announcing that he will go hunting in a few days, they should all gather and enjoy a warm and fulfilling food together.

As the cheesecake, strawberry and hot chocolate were within your reach, it took only one look to your alpha and a nod to start devouring all the food, and at the same time, all the love the pack was content to give in every love form possible.

After everyone had eaten and their tummies were full, Namjoon thought it was the right time to show you your room and all the things they had prepared for you. Guiding you to the second floor with Jin and Jungkook right on your heels, as the others stayed behind cleaning everything up, Namjoon stopped at the door right beside the room you slept the last two nights. The house wasn't that big, the first floor having a living room and a tiny kitchen and the second two rooms and a bathroom. What stands out the most in the house is the great amount of windows overlooking the woods, the sunlight a constant throughout the whole day.

Namjoon slowly opens the door and steps aside, allowing you three to enter. The color of the wall was creamy, filled with a few empty shelves for storage, and on the right corner was a wooden bed and a huge window right in front the door. The room looked unused and empty, with huge potential for decoration. Namjoon hoped you were the one who was gonna fill the room with your personality, paint the walls if you'd like, hang posters, fill the room with blankets and cushions, make a huge nest, throw your toys around. He wishes you can make the best of the space, your space.

Tho your first comment throws him off.

“What's this for?” You didn't want to sound as bratty as you did, but you truly meant the question.

Namjoon and Jungkook looked perplexedly at Jin, not knowing how to answer. Wasn't it clear? Jin cleared his throat and answered.

“It's your room, isn't it pretty? It's right beside ours so we can always be close in case anything happens.”

“But…I thought I was gonna sleep with you, I want to sleep with you.”

Your mind started racing. They were your pack, right? Packs sleep together and share every living space, that's what they told you at the lab at least. Did they not want to sleep with you? Were you doing something wrong?

As if Jungkook could hear the wheels running in your head, he put his hand in your head to stop you from wandering farther ahead in your thoughts. Instinctevely Jin released some sweet pheromones out of thinking the pack`s pup was in distress.

“But…you`re going to sleep here with all your things and we`re going to sleep in the room right beside you, we won't be far. We can even sleep with our doors wide open so we can hear each other!” Jungkook tried to reason with you, but it was in vain. You didn't know how to say verbally that you were not ok with this, but Jin found it funny how it was obvious with your expressions, a deep frown obscuring your tiny face and a little pout on your lips.

“I thought packs slept together. I don't want to sleep alone anymore, I have you now” You said under your breath, as if you didn't want to be heard.

It broke Namjoon's heart a tiny bit. He knew, from the moment he rescued you, that raising you was not going to be easy. He knew your mind was full of trauma and unhappy memories, a heart too tiny to be dense with so much sorrow. He knew that, he prepared for that, he tried to anticipate it all, read about it all, all ways Namjoon knows how to love, or in this case, his way of learning how to properly love you. Yet he didn't know how to answer, his mind rushing too fast, too many comforting words piling up on his tongue, he couldn't answer.

Jin`s train of thought did not differ much from Namjoons, but what Namjoon lacks in Jin makes up for, like it always has been. Namjoon didn't take this parental role by himself, he has six amazing other partners to help him. Jin knows you will have to learn pack customs, and even how to relate with others, how different relationships work. He will have to show you what love is, how it feels to be holded softly, he will teach you how to love, so one day, maybe, you can love others with the same intensity as you have been loved. So he answers gently, taking the first step in the right direction.

“They do, but when pack's pups grow older they tend to want their own space, so this is why we give you this room, this is yours, you can do anything you want in here. But if you need to sleep with us you can, if you want to sleep here you can, and if some nights you`re too scared or restless, our room is always open for you.”

You seem to ponder his answer for a few seconds, your eyes scanning the room.

“If I want to sleep with you I can?” You ask again, maybe this time they will say yes and stop drifting away from the answer you want. Jungkook puffs, his eyes looking down at you, his reaction denoting the age gap between him and his older mates.

“Yes, but It would be best if you sleep here”

“Why!?” You jump in your defense.

Jungkook does not want to tell the small pup that he wants to be able to be with his door closed and alone at night with his partners. That he would prefer to not be heard as he knots the omegas and gets manhandled by the alpha.

Namjoon intervenes.

“Ok, maybe we can slowly transition you from sleeping with us to later on sleeping alone. How does that sound?”

“Yes!”

Your answer was instant, and Jungkook prayed to the gods that your transition would be as quick as your answer.

As the day went on the pack had already eaten lunch and now Taehyung and Jimin were inviting you to play outside. You were cuddling on the couch with Jin, who was very keen on not letting you out of his sight when Taehyung appeared right in front of you both with a timid Jimin on his side.

“y/n do you wanna come and play outside with Jimin and me? It's really pretty at this hour of the afternoon. It's not that hot” He said the last part staring directly at Jin, as if wanting to convince him and not you.

Taehyung looked so excited and Jimin was grinning so much that it had you begging Jin to let you outside. Jin whined, his hold tightening. Jimin made a few promises of keeping you safe and on the house perimeters as Taehyung nodded rapidly.

“You better be gentle, you better be or I wont be with you” Jin threatened.

Giggling, Jimin grabbed your hand and guided you outside, Taehyung right behind you. After going down the porch, you were outside for the first time after being rescued by Namjoon. The garden leading to the woods was beautiful, it was set up in detail. There were some colorful flowers right beside the kitchen and living room windows, Namjoons famous apple tree was right beside the car parking spot accompanied by what seemed to be a lemon tree. The grass was cut short, the space clean, differentiating it from the wood`s long grass and undergrowth.

Suddenly, tearing your attention away from the scenery, you could hear the sound of cracking bones, startling you, and as you turned around, Taehyung had turned into a beautiful brown wolf. Your eyes were wide open, your first thought was to run face first into Jimin`s embrace. Your eyes tight shut, arms holding Jimin as if your life depended on it.

“What's wrong y/n? It's just Taehyung, do you want to turn with him? It's your turn”

Your lack of answer seemed to worry Jimin.

“y/n? Hey baby, look at me.” He grabbed your chin and held your head up, your teary eyes looking up at him.

“Have you never seen someone turn into a wolf?”

“We can turn into wolves?”

Your answer made Jimin freeze. You have never seen anyone turning into a wolf? One of the first things that mothers do after the birth is turn into a wolf and cuddle the cub who also shifts to their wolf form as a response to their mother. It's how mothers teach their babies how to shift. It begins as an instinct response of the pup, shifting instinctively at the same time their mother does, until they can internalize it and manage it on their own.

Your response makes Jimin wonder and tense up. Your mother was never able to shift with you and bond, cuddle and play with you in your wolf form as a cub, so you never learned how to, you didn't even know it was possible. Jimin`s mind drifts to unhappy places, were you taken from your mother too soon? Have you ever met your mother? And one thing that also worried him the most, you never had contact with your most spiritual form, your wolf.

Jimin answered before his tongue got tied.

“Yes, we can and so can you”

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