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fanttasttica · 6 months

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Male in the fox's mask

Eris x reader

You are betrothed to Eris, who was crowned as the High lord of the Autumn court recently. You don't know why he had chosen you and you are also mad at him. He made you feel like you were a cow for sale, so the night before your wedding, you decide to find someone, with whom you can lose your innocence. Will you get away with it?

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“This is a very bad idea and you know that.. I know that” You said to your friend probably for the tenth time this night, as she dragged you to one bar, where you definitely shouldn't be going. “Oh come on, Y/N.. For the last few weeks we were talking about this, planning this and now you want to run? If you truly wish to return to your home, we can, but this is your last chance to do this. Decide carefully.” She put her hands on her hips, waiting impatiently for your answer. You thought about it once more. Maybe you really should return, this was too risky and the consequences could be deadly for you. There is a possibility that your family could somehow find out what you did and they could disown you. Well.. that was a better scenario. You heard a story about Morrigan, who did something similar like you were planning and you also knew what her family did to her. Your family was similar to them, so you wouldn't end up better, probably. And Eris would be also mad, it would be humiliating for him, to have not one, but two fiances, who decided to lose their virginities before the wedding, with some other male, but on the other hand.. You wanted this, maybe it was some sort of rebellion, since you had no say in this matter. Eris asked your father for your hand, the very next day he was crowned as High lord of the Autumn court and your father happily agreed. You still didnt know why Eris asked for you in the first place, you spoke to him a few times and you didn't have a nice time with him. He seemed cruel, like his father. He obviously liked mocking you and his eyes were watching you like prey, like a fox watching helpless rabbit before catching and eating him. You could forgive him all that, well after some time. Right now, you were mad too much. He made you feel like a cow for sale, like your only purpose was to be an obedient wife and birth as many children as possible. You clenched your fists. “No.. Let's go inside.” You were determined to go through with it to the end. Your friend smiled at you “As I thought.. Now, come, we shouldn't waste any more time.”

This bar was overcrowded, music was playing out loud, and you were sure that waking up tomorrow will be very challenging, since your head was already throbbing. “Now, what should I do?” you raised your voice, because there was no way that your friend would hear you if you continued whispering like outside. “We should go dancing. There are a lot of single males, who will surely come to you and try to seduce you. Don't worry, we will find someone you can fuck tonight.” She laughed happily and you followed her into the middle of the dancing floor. Of course you were teached how to dance, but this was something new to you. At first, you weren't sure how to move, but after a while, music got into you and you started to enjoy this. “Okay, I am really glad we are here, it's way more fun than in the court..” You admitted. “Yeah, it is. But don't forget the real reason why we came here and try to concentrate for a while. Is there someone who caught your eyes?” You looked around yourself, lights were not very bright, so you couldn't see the faces of people next to you so clearly, but you tried. You wanted to find someone tonight. You wanted to sleep with some male, so you could lose your innocence tonight. Your wedding was tomorrow and with it also your wedding night. You were supposed to save yourself for Eris, but you didn't want to give him the pleasure of taking your virginity, that's the reason why you were so determined to have sex with almost anyone tonight. As you were observing the room, you catched some male, who was looking at you from the other side of the room. He was tall, leaning to the bar as he watched you with a drink in his hand. What was weird is that his face was covered by a mask, representing a fox. You couldn't see the color of his eyes, but you felt them on your body. You were wearing a red dress, which were very tight on your body and were complimenting your curves. You bit your lips and turned to your friends. “Do you see that male in the fox's mask? He is standing next to a bar.” She looked over your shoulder, grinning at you. “I see a male in the fox's mask currently walking towards you.” Your eyes widened as you suddenly felt the male's chest pressed lightly to your back. Warm, that almost made you moan, was coming from him. He hadn't said anything to you, but you still felt the urge to please him and do everything for him. “I will not disturb you..” Your friends winked at you and she danced away. “You dont look like someone who normally comes to these types of parties, little mouse.” That stranger whispered to your ear, his breath made you shiver. He seemed familiar, but you couldn't remember where you heard him. “It is my first time here..” You admitted, suddenly feeling his hands on your lower abdomen. He pulled you closer to him, brushing his lips against your ears. You started breathing faster. "I see that.." Your cheeks are red, he obviously knows that being in the bar for the first time isn't the only thing that is new for you. "And why is that? What are you here for?" You closed your eyes and smiled, feeling pleasure only by his voice. "I.. I.." You exhaled shakily. "I just want to have some fun tonight." You replied a little bit hesitant. You possibly couldn't tell him the real reason why you were there. He would see only as an insane woman and probably would leave you right here on the spot. And you didn't want that. "Hmm.. That's something I can help you with, little mouse." You could see him smiling. "Really?" You asked maybe too happily. He chuckled darkly. "It will be my pleasure.." One of his hands remained on your lower abdomen and was pressing you to him and the other traveled to your neck. His fingers brushed against your neck and squeezed it tightly. Moan escaped your lips, he seemed pleased by that. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into."

Suddenly your surroundings changed and you were no longer standing on the dancing floor. You were in the quiet room, it was dark here, the only source of light was fire in the fireplace. The walls in the room were painted red, the furniture was made of dark brown wood, but what dragged your attention the most was the big bed that was in front of you. "It's better here. We will have more privacy." Maybe you should be frightened, you didn't know this man and it was also so easy.. Maybe this was normal? In the end you never did this before. "Yeah.. It's better like this." You agreed with him. What should you do? What should you say? As if he was reading your thoughts, he kissed the back of your neck and continued to do so, while he started unbuttoning your dress. This was it. "You know you can move? You can touch me as you please. I will not protest." You listened to him, you turned so now you were facing him and put your hands on his chest, it felt so strong. You looked him in the eyes, as you slowly took off his shirt, so now, he was naked before you. Well.. the upper part of his body was naked and to the Cauldron. This man was perfect. You stroked him gently for a while, trying to remember this sight, because only Cauldron knows, if you will ever see this perfection again. He was standing still, allowing you to explore his body. You dared to do the next move, you kissed his neck and heard a groan which escaped his lips. You were doubting your skills, but it was nice hearing him, it gave you more courage to continue with this. “Jump” he gave you command and you obeyed him. Now, your faces were next to each other, he kissed you passionately, dominantly as he laid you on his big soft bed. His mouth traveled to your neck, leaving marks everywhere, it felt like he was marking his property. His hands moved curiously, at first they were holding your hips, squeezing them but now, you felt them on your thighs. He used them to open your legs for him, which resulted in you moaning. You felt so vulnerable, spread like this for the first time. Devilish smirk was playing on his lips, as if he knew what were you thinking now. One of his hands started to go up by your thighs, pulling up your dress at the same time. With his other hand, he decided to pay attention to your sweet core and you were really happy with that decision. You felt throbbing the whole time and release was coming. Firstly, he decided to use fingers, which were magical. After a while, you became a moaning mess, breathing faster than usual. “Please.. I want more..” You whispered, your voice filled with need. “What do you need? You have to tell my little mouse..” of course he wasn't going to give it to you so easily. “Anything you will give me, please!” You were already desperate. His fingers were awesome, but you needed more. He laughed “It's your first time and you are already so spoiled..” You weren't sure how he noticed that, but since yo couldnt think clearly, you let it go. In the end, it wasn't you who had some experience, unlike him. With the way he knew how exactly to touch you, it was obvious that he sure had many women in his bed. “But I will grant you your wish.. Now lay still.”

You were watching him as he knelt down before you and started devouring you with his mouth. You were crushing sheets in your first, as you felt your orgasm tonight building in you. It was amazing, how could you miss out on something like this for so many years? At the same time, you were also wondering. You talked with some married friends about this topic and none of them said, this is also possible and is so pleasurable. As you reached your peak, you moaned loudly, if you knew his name, you would be repeating it like a prayer. “I was imagining how you taste for so many months now.. But in reality, you are much sweeter..” Another word you didn't understand, but now, you were concentrating on your lingering pleasure, instead of this, thinking he was just weird. Maybe he saw you at the court? That could also be the reason why he felt so familiar. This would be really bad, since he could use what had happened against you, but again, this isn't something you could concentrate on at the moment. And it was late anyway. Maybe you hadn't had sex yet, but this was basically the same. He moved, now his body was covering yours, his eyes found yours as he kissed you again, but now it was slower, as if he tried to enjoy every moment of this, trying to remember how you taste. In the next second, he found a zipper on your back and unzipped your dress. He gladly helped you take off your dress and throw it on the floor. Now you were entirely naked, exposed to him and he sure was enjoying this. His eyes were eating you alive, you could swear that you saw fire flame dancing in them. He wasn't wasting any more time, only now you saw that he is naked too. You couldn't help yourself, you looked at his member, finding it… well big. It was bigger than you expected it to be. You knew, this can be painful for the woman, especially if it's her first time and if every man had something like this, it wasn't surprising at all. You inhaled sharply, your eyes filled with worries but with need at the same time. Maybe you were scared a little bit, but you still wanted to continue. “We can stop, if you want.” He offered you, his voice was soft and filled with understandment. You shake your head. “No. I want this. “You assured him, he studied your face for a while, but he wasn't trying to talk you out of it again. You both wanted this, wanted and needed more. He took you gently, trying to distract you with his mouth, which he used to kiss you, but also to bite your neck and nipples, which were hard due to his attacks. It was unpleasant at first, but after you got used to him and he started to move faster, with more confidence, you rolled your eyes with pleasure. “You are amazing, my mouse, taking me so well..” He was whispering to your ear, taking everything you offered him and you were doing the same. Enjoying the pleasure he was giving you, not holding back anything, not your moans, not your hands and mouth, which you were using to please him. His groans were like music to your ears, louder as he was closer and closer to his release. “Come with me.. now.” You were really close and his words set you from the edge, another wave of pleasure overwhelmed you and made you see the stars.

You were tired, so much tired and also terrified a little bit, not that you would admit it out loud. Today was your wedding day. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, well maybe in another court, in Autumn weddings being a happy day for the bride was rare. In this court, people were marrying off their daughters for political benefits, not because they were in love. This was your situation. You were hoping that after what you did yesterday, you will feel better, but you weren't sure anymore. You weren't much more confident at all. The thought of this act of rebellion still gave you some satisfaction, but at the same time, you were sad. Yesterday's night was magical, it felt so good and that man was so nice to you and you were sure that Eris will be different. And now, you were supposed to know, what are you missing out, again? That cursed male. It wasn't his fault, it was your. You shouldn't be thinking about him, but you were and not only because of the pleasure he gave you. You were also thinking about his eyes, about his voice, about the pet name he gave you.. About everything he did and said that night. You were missing him. This was crazy, you were crazy. You will probably not see him ever again, you had to stop thinking about him, but you just couldn't. Not when your maids were helping dress you into your wedding gown, not when they were doing your makeup and hair. You were even thinking about him even now, as you walked down the aisle to the priestess and your soon to be husband. You woke up from your trance, after your father pulled your hand. He gave you a warning look, before turning to the High lord and giving him your hand. Right at this moment did you dare to look at him and after you did that, the whole word stopped. There he was, High lord, your fiance.. and the male you lost your innocence with in the same person. He was glaring at your father angrily, but as he turned his gaze at you, his look became softer and there was a little smirk on his lips. He gently helped you to step closer to him and the priestess, if he hadn't done that, you'd probably be standing there for the rest of your life. You were lost in thoughts during the entire ceremony. You felt so many emotions and thought about so many things that you got lost in them. You didn't even know what to feel. Relief? Joy? Anger perhaps? Before you could figure it out, you were already Eris' wife and Lady of the Autumn with many people who wanted to meet and congratulate you and also with a big celebration ahead.

During the day, you hadn't had time to talk with Eris that much. Actually, he didn't say a word to you and you weren't sure if you wanted to talk to him at all. You were mad at him, but at the same time, you were glad that it was him yesterday. These feelings were complicated, the only fact that was worse is that you had only a little time to think about everything in peace. Currently, you were walking accompanied by your mother to your husband's chambers. It was your wedding night, the first night you were supposed to spend together and consummate your marriage. “Y/N! Are you listening to me? This is very important for us!” She barked at you. You frowned at her. “I know, mother. And I also know about everything that is expected from me tonight. You already told me everything. Don't worry, I will play my part well, like always.” Her expression saddened suddenly, only for a brief moment, before it was gone again. “Good.. I know you are ready. So.. go.” She nodded towards big mahagon doors which were guarded by a few guards and a few courtiers. Suddenly, you were nervous again. Knowing that they will be here, listening to you all night.. But there was nothing you could do. It was another tradition in the Autumn court. You walked to the doors, which were opened by guards, right on time. You inhaled deeply before stepping to the room.

Eris was already here, looking into the fireplace, holding some drink in his hands. Unlike you, he was still wearing the suit he was wearing during the wedding and later during the celebration. Feeling too exposed, you pulled your robe closer to your body, hugging yourself. “Do you realize, there is nothing I haven't seen before?” You bit your lip. “I am really sorry. I know what I did was.. irresponsible. It was a mistake that will never happen again, I assure you and ask for your forgiveness.” You felt his gaze on you, but you avoided his eyes. You were almost sure that he was going to punish you and you were too scared to look him in the eyes, when he says how is he going to punish you. Instead, he sighed and drank from his glass. “I knew what you were planning for a while. One of my men was watching you for a long time, since the first day we met. His job was to make sure my father didn't hurt you while he was still alive. When he died, I originally wanted to recall him, but.. I couldn't. Until you were mine, I wanted to know what you were doing and if you were okay. I wanted to know who you are talking to and if there is another man in your life.. And when I found out what you were planning.. I was considering letting you do it. You obviously really wanted it, but in the end I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to leave you for another man. I'm selfish, but I've wanted you for myself since the first time I saw you. Even before we first spoke.” This was too much, shaking your head, you looked at him and saw nothing but honesty written on his face. “I don't understand you. Everytime we spoke you were.. almost rude.” This wasn't making any sense for you, be he was willing to explain it to you. “I know, it was again, because of my father. I couldn't possibly tell him about.. my feelings. About our bond.” Your expression widened and suddenly, you felt it, the mating bond, forming between you two. “You are my mate, Y/N. That's why I couldn't let you leave that bar with another male. That's why I wanted to marry you in the first place. I will gladly admit it, I am a very selfish male.” He shrugged, turning back at you, again drinking from his glass. He was giving you an opportunity to think about what you are going to say next, but you didn't need that. Finally, you knew very well what you were thinking and what you wanted. Step after step, you walked towards him, placing your hand on his cheeks in a loving gesture. “Eris.. I think.. I love you. I think I always loved you, but my anger at many other things overshadow it. I'm ashamed to admit it. This doesn't mean that I am fully forgiving you. I am still a little bit mad at you, because you didn't tell me this sooner and let me wonder what my future is going to look like.. But I am not afraid any longer. And I am glad that last night.. it was you, who took me for the first time. I admit it, I was thinking about you all morning today.” You said shyly and he smiled at you, pleased at your confession. “You have been driving me crazy for a months now, my mouse..” He wrapped his hands around your waist. “I am happy that you are finally mine, even if you are still a little angry.. But luckily I know very well how to make you forgive me.” He said as he catched your lips to his. That night, he showed you, how he is going to make it up to you many times.

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Azriel x reader - enemies to mututals. LONGER - Peregryn Reader and Az go on a mission together. Comebacks, snark and injuries. - azriel taking care of hurt reader.

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Not a soul dared step in your way as you plowed through the war camp. "You will not be flying anywhere." You shouted over the murmuring group. Rhys' inner circle whipped their heads to you. Cassian's hand went to the dagger at his side instantaneously. You felt the spymasters shadows curling around your ankles.

"You challenge me, I'm impressed." Rhys smiled like a cat, pushing off the table littered with pawns and a map of the region. Azriel's shadows curled further up your legs, taking the hint from his high lord. "Your spymasters eyes and ears seem to be doing an inadequate job." You said with distaste, glaring at Azriel. You tucked your feathered wings in tight, tension in the room spiking. Darkness flared, Azriels' shadows spiking over your legs, swirling angrily.

Rhysand considered for a moment. None of the eyes left you. You dared not look away from the high lord. The piercing eyes of The Morrigan burned into you. Her silver armor shone even in the dull tent. "Leave us." He said at last, with a wave of his hand. His counterparts glanced at him, before obeying and walking out.

Azriel stayed put, the shadows still circling the room like a fog.

"I don't like being insulted, Peregryn." Azriel growled, his wings twitching.

"I dont like dying, Illyrian." You countered. His face twisted in disgust. Rhysand sighed, taking a seat at the head of the table. You felt his aura inside your head, asking, tempting. They knew not many were a fan of their court, but so far you could really see the WHY behind it.

"I understand you're a part of a different court but we are here fighting together against this threat." He spoke aloud, you felt his presence recede from your mind. "If you don't want me to see what you have seen, how am I to know to trust you?" He smiled wickedly, as if he knew you would never let him in to your head. True, the night court and autumn court were not on the friendliest of terms. Especially after Thesan had made a public enemy of you for abandoning his court to help in the fight on the continent.

"I understand fully that we are different courts, with different ideals working together. Perhaps your generals don't though." You nodded out the open flap of the tent. "Why my forces are going in first when there's an aerial threat beyond the border to Rask is beyond me. Perhaps you could explain." You said sweetly, pulling out the chair at the opposite end of the table and sitting. Azriel remained standing, his presence looming. He glanced toward Rhys, and they seemed to have a silent conversation in the looks alone. You had no doubt that he and the high lord were speaking mind to mind.

"I can assure you there was no ill intent behind it." Rhys muttered, his eyes held no trace of lies. He had no tell , no body language that would suggest other wise as he spoke plainly. "As for the aerial threat, I will find Azriel here sees to it. If you are willing to help, of course." He swirled the glass of wine on the table, taking a sip. Azriel's face went a bit red. Likely mentally shouting at the high lord. "You understand, this assures I can trust your word and you're not trying-" He took a breath, humming as he let it out. Considering. Or putting on a show. It was hard to tell what face of him was the genuine one. "Well if you would let me in I guess I would know if you had any.. intentions."

The silence seemed electrifying, Azriels shadows were swirling faster, whispering over his shoulder into his ear. His hair moved slightly in the presence of them. His siphons glowed, despite no direct threat.

You stood slowly, standing tall in the presence of the two. "You know where my tent is, Shadowsinger." His face revealed nothing at your words. Rhysand saluted you mockingly. Chin held high, you strode out of the tent.

+ As soon as the sun had dipped below the treeline enough to cast shadows through the forest Azriel had appeared at your tent. The temperature seemed to dip slightly at his presence. "If you're ready we can go." He said, voice plain outside your flap door.

"And why wouldn't I be ready, shadowmaster?" You said with a charming smile, hoping it annoyed him. While pulling on your light armor, you stalked past him and to the edge of the forest. He seemed stunned momentarily, but caught up quickly. He matched your pace with ease.

The hilly terrain made for an interesting forest pattern, but the area you remembered spotting the archers and arterillary trebuchets was very obvious. You dared not fly, with your wings so light colored against the darkened sky. "We're walking?" He asked, his wings flaring. You crunched through the brush that lined the forest edge.

"It's an aerial capture unit. They'll either shoot us down or take us prisoner until they get what they want." You said over your shoulder. "Is the Illyrian afraid of a hike?" You teased.

You heard a grunt and he was suddenly right next to you, his footsteps loud as he adjusted to the rocky slope you were heading up. "I don't like being called that, you know." He muttered, his eyes straight ahead.

Strange. Very strange for an illyrian indeed. Normally they were obnoxiously proud of their heritage like no other. It made you pause your comeback for a moment. you tried to remember the brief history of the night court you had been briefed on in training. Nothing was ever said about the high lord or his generals beyond their extraordinary abilities.

You knew the Illyrian possessiveness first hand. Anger flickered inside you, remembering what they did to their females. The abusiveness of their court when it came to yours and your winged cousins. How cruel they were in battle. You couldn't stop the thought as it raced from your lips - "Not proud of the clipping or breeding, spymaster?" You growled.

He was on you in an instant. Had you pinned against the side of the grassy knoll a second after that. The air left your body at the impact against the dirt burm. Your wings splayed out behind you on instinct, trying to balance you. His were as well, using them as extra force to hold you there. Your hand was at your dagger, but you didn't feel the need to use it, his grip loosened.

"Fuck. you." He bit out. You saw his hands as they gripped your armor. Scarred lines lay on his fingers, the back of his hands up to his wrist. They were a lighter color than the rest of his dark skin. Ridges puckering together like soft peaks of a mountain range. The sounds outside of your breathing together seemed to stop, his sharp tone silencing the woods completely. His eyes seemed like an endless pit, despair and malice under their shallow surface.

He shoved off you with a sigh, and continued down the trail. Wings snapped in tight behind him. You dusted yourself off and followed under the cover of nightfall.

+ The group of fae and beasts was getting exceedingly more and more rowdy as the night went on and the barrels of mead emptied. You didn't doubt the reason being that they thought your forces wouldn't move in the night. Not with so many foot soldiers that could be picked off in the forest by...unknown creatures. You shuddered at the thought of such things. The group was no more than thirty large, probably to winnow faster. Every pair had a weapon or a net weighted with stones that would nullify any magic. The arrows were likely poisoned as well. The trebuchet was packed with stones, boulders and what looked like wooden nails. They were planning for maximum damage.

"You take east, I'll go by the river." You whispered behind him, knowing that his shadows would pick it up if he didnt. The enemy campfire flickered in front of him, making his silhouette glow from where you crouched. His only response to your plan was a slight nod. You left him to it, creeping through the trees, avoiding leaves and fallen twigs that would make more sound than the soft pine floor. The fog of shadows whipped in a flurry around you as departed him. They stayed with you until you were firmly in the trees, the bubbling stream of the river loud enough to cover your tracks.

His signal to attack was subtle, but it worked. At first it seemed like their campfire had begun to sputter and smoke, leading to them quieting. Then, two decapitated heads were flung into the middle of the crowd circling the pit. A rustling from where Azriel originally stood had them scrambling for weapons, sticks, swords. Anything they could find. Then he sliced into three of their knees from behind. You were diving into the fray when the group had finally gotten their defenses up.

+ The snarls died out one by one. Azriel finished off the final Attor when a blinding pain in your back hit you. Your first instinct was to stab. The fae that stood behind you held your dagger in her stomach, looking you in the eye. The wooden steak at their side dropped to the ground. Her lips parted in a wicked smile as she pushed your knife deeper into her own stomach. "Death." She hissed. You felt the blood drain out of your face. She raised her other hand and was bringing it down when Truth Teller sliced clean through the neck. The hand dropped, as did the rest of the body that held your knife.

Pain returned to you as soon as the head stopped rolling on the ground. You could feel the blood dripping... not from your back. You let out a roar of anguish, trying to fold your wing inward. Your feathers were stained a dark red. It looked black in the dim light. Azriel was on you in a second, without a word he had his hands on you, your wing.

Pain dazzled you in more ways than you ever thought possible. It burned, it stung, it ached. It was enough to make you pass out for a few moments while Azriel carried you closer to the fire. "Fly- Me-" You panted between words. "Healer." You barked, letting your wing hang limp at your side. Azriel was assessing behind you. Slowly, methodically. Coolness encapsulated your wing. It was a slight relief against the burning.

"I cant fly with you if you can bring your wings in. And we need to get this out before it spreads, its poisoned..." He paused, hissing at whatever he was seeing. There was a pinch and he had a hand on the firm ridge, bending slightly. " Its in too deep to hope for a healer to recover by the time we get there too." he finished, working delicately around your feathers.

He was gentle, and firm while he did his best to get the bigger spikes out. You could feel the smaller slivers digging in whenever he bent your wing a different angle or if you tensed it at all. It began to itch as the fire died, casting you in darkness. "Dammit." He sighed, getting up. You hadn't realised how bad the gash was until you looked over your shoulder to see the pile of splinters he had gotten out so far.

"I may have left some in there, just don't move alright?" He stroked the curve of your wing. It sent a thrill through you that made your stomach flip despite the pain. "I'll be back in a minute. Just... stay put. Please." He added, then he was gone.

Your eyes grew heavy while you stared at the embers glowing in the fire. Thinking of Rhysand and his smug smile kept you awake. You couldn't wait until his own general proved him wrong. And proved the group was very capable of taking out winged foes, apparently. You sighed, then went rigid. A crack of sticks sounded. You panicked, knowing how treacherous the forest was without an extra pair of eyes looking out for you. You flung yourself to the fae woman's body, clawing for your dagger still embedded in her stomach. Your wing drug behind you, limp and aching.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Azriel gasped, dropping the pile of wood next to the fire pit as he came into view.

"You're a bastard." You groaned, wishing you could just lay down and wake up from this nightmare of pain and terror. "You're terrible and I hate you. So much." You panted, dropping the dagger. It rolled on the dirt beside you.

Once he had you set back up where he could see properly he began the more painful process of removing the splinters. You doubted any monsters in the dark would come lurking with the sounds you made.

"For some fucked up hands they do delicate work." You ground out through your teeth. He paused for just a second. A sharper pain than normal twisted through the wing. You laughed slightly at that, despite the pain.

"Well- for some fucked up wing you sure do have a mouth still." He chided back. "I told you to just stay put and you crawl ten feet away. And get dirt under your feathers on top of that." He sounded like he was smiling.

"I didn't know you were such a neat freak, Shadowsinger." He huffed a laugh, continuing to patch you up.

"My mother was. My actual mother." He said softly. He was solemn for a moment. You wished you could see his face as he spoke. "My step mother's children are the ones who did this to my hands." His voice was near a whisper. You nodded, causing a shooting pain through your back and the area he worked on. "If I have to tell you to hold still again I'll just knock you out." He warned, putting a hand on your shoulder.

+ Once he was satisfied with his work, he stepped back and helped you fold your wings in. It was stiff. It felt like a part of you had been cut off. An unusable part that acted only to slow you down. You despised it. The pain radiated through to your back once you pulled them in. Fear struck you at that. Weakly, you turned to him.

"I cant-" You bit back tears. You hated the words as they came out. "I cant fly." You muttered, your throat tightening.

Silently, he held a hand out to you. An invitation.

He was even more delicate while flying, gliding on the air as much as possible and keeping your weight balanced so you wouldn't jostle your injury too much. It was still uncomfortable. The base camp was miles away, with differing terrain. You hadn't realised how far it was until you were overhead and couldn't see the light from the camp anymore.

"I'm going to call you feathers after this." He said, the air around you almost drowning him out as he flew as quickly as he could. The pain spiked at the pinch of folding them in, but it wasn't as unbearable.

On the brink of sleep, you trudged your mind back awake to respond to him. "What do you mean?" You groaned, letting your head fall on to his shoulder. Exhaustion was quickly sweeping over you. A glance up at him and you saw the worry in his features. He pinched the back of your thigh slightly, provoking you.

"Feathers seem like a pain in the ass. Going around them, cleaning them, trying to... maneuver them?" He adjusted his grip on you slightly, pulling you closer. His heart hammered in his chest, you could hear it. "Stay awake for me, asshole." He was gliding lower now, his words were clipped.

"Tell Rhysand..." You groaned as he circled the healers tent "Fuck you." You panted, moaning in pain while he offloaded you on to the healers table. Medics surrounded you in a heartbeat. He began filling them in on the injury. Azriel did not leave your side the rest of the night.

#acotar #acomaf #azriel #illyrian #peregryn #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #azriel x reader

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fairy-made · 5 years

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sooo.... tell me about Saphira! who did she romance? who are her friends? who are her ride or dies? what's her doggo's name? who did she side with throughout the game? tell me everything ahhhh

ooh of course 😺 she’s romancing Alistair, and that has never changed the many times I’ve played her lmao. her bffs are Morrigan, Leliana (Alistair ofc) and Sten. Sten and Leliana are new friends though, I didnt used to care for them much?? but I’ve managed to pick all the good dialogue options for them on this run without trying and I cant believe how much I adore them. Surprisingly, she’s been very neutral with wynne and zevran. whereas before, saphira would flirt with zevran until asked to stop lmao, and I would imagine that she didnt take wynnes questioning too personally. (she does now and keeps her at arms length because of it.)

The doggo’s name is Popcorn and that hasn’t changed since I first created her either lol. I’ve always wondered if there was popcorn in Thedas? but I can’t imagine myself naming the pup anything else now.

I’m still not finished with her PT, but currently she has sided with the mages, and got the circle to help save connor. I’m doing the Dalish mission now because I didnt want to go for the Urn immediately and get whooped by that dragon… lol

And hmm some other stuff about her, she and ser gilmore were in love and she was considering running away with him before the attack on castle cousland. they got caught caboodling (or about to) and received several talks before she was sent to a bunch of matchmaking events & him as far away as possible at every opportunity. ser gilmore didn’t want to disrespect the couslands by continuing their thing after he returned from his “trips” for a good while, but saphira pushed it and they agreed to be a lot more careful. eleanor and bryce kind of understood their infatuation but wanted saphira to realize she couldn’t marry him. so she was a little upset with them, and deciding whether she wanted to stay with her family or abandon everything for ser gilmore. but then ofc, howe attacks and none of that matters lol.

I recently decided that while she was a decent fighter before becoming a grey warden, she’s not as good as she thinks she is and ends up getting hurt a lot in the first chunk of the game. (this is mostly because everyone beats the shit out of her in game and I play as alistair 50% of the time lmao. I can’t wait to beef her up ;~; ) fergus and eleanor made sure that her “training” was just a hobby and not too intensive. it was also to keep her away from ser gilmore since their fighting/training was what got them interested in each other in the first place 👀

other than that, I’m still adding stuff to her character as I go! its so weird noticing new stuff about origins because Im playing it again for the ___th time almost a decade later. I guess maybe Im just paying closer attention now. and I’m actually roleplaying now instead of just trying to appease all the npcs.

#long post #dragon age #saphira cousland

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absyoung55 · 7 years

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It's Not Worth It

Part 1 Word count: a lot

Part 2

Summary: Y/N imprints on Stiles but there are complications. And obsticls this is part 1 mostly an introduction to new character.

A/n: I tried my best to portray the main characters scottish accent but I think I failed.

My howl echoed through the woods. I bared my teeth a low growl rumbled in my chest as I crouched protectively in front of Stiles. Red eyes flashed through the woods multiple sets danced menacingly around us. “Y/N….” Deucalion whispered my name curtly, his pack of alphas had Stiles and I pinned against a tree. “ All you have to do is join us, seeing as you have no pack to kill” the demon wolf spoke charismaticly, “perhaps we should have you kill the scrawny boy you’re protecting” a snarl escaped my lips. “ I-ill die first an Scott is stronger than all o’ yeh“ I took a swipe at Aiden, and Ethen snarled at me. “ Ah but you and Scott are coveted alphas” Deucalion was inching closer, Kali charged me last second she attempted to round house kick me, I grabbed her by the calf and swung her like a baseball bat into the tree behind me effectively knocking her out. Everyone stared at her lifeless body, I grabbed Stiles and swung him onto my back. “ Hang on” I sprinted with inhuman speed back to the Jeep.

I was a lone wolf my whole life, being born a Lowenmensch (german for lionsman), and immediately becoming an alpha when my mother died giving birth to me. I have no idea when I was born, almost all of my childhood was a blur but, I aged like Wolverine well sorta I don’t really age at all. My mother’s name was Caoimhe in gaelic it means gentle, she was born a pure Lowenmensch, Ive been told she was the most beautiful woman on the isle of Skye. Many believe she was the reincarnation of the goddess Branwen; goddess of love and beauty. My father’s name was Domhnull he was a bitten werewolf, he planned to kill me as an infant to become alpha but, my mothers sister protected me, she wasnt a werewolf/lion she was a banshee her name was Morrigan after the goddess. She raised me, kept me safe and she taught me what I needed to do in order to survive: I had to consume pineal glands, when I consumed this small part of the human/supernatural brain I gained that persons “powers” or special skills, and she told me that when she died she wanted me to consume hers. I told her that day would never come. 20 years after my birth my aunt developed scurvy, at the time we were not welcome in our village due to a mishap involving me running through the village…. naked, howling at the full moon out of control during my first estrus cycle. I sat by her side taking her pain until the end. When she passed I reluctantly broke open her skull. When my aunts ‘soul’ entered my body I changed, my eyes glowed a glorious violet. Insted of a banshee scream my roar was enhanced, insted of sensing death I could heal those who were dieing, I didnt hear voices but I had complete control over my inner animal. Soon after my aunts passing my father came for me, he was shocked to find a strong woman and not a scrawny out of control mess mourning for my aunt. What shocked him even more was my violet eyes insted of red ones, he decided it would still be worth his while to kill me, when he approched: I roared. He shit his pants and turned tail, I never saw my father again.

I stopped ageing around my 18th year. The humans began to notice I never aged, and so I left my home on Isle of Skye. I traveled the world, I never kept track of the years, but I left my mark in each place I traveled. I helped build Stonehenge (how else could humans move those stones they used werewolves). I studied with Aristotle at Plato’s academy in Athens. I fought as a gladiator in the Colosseum. I painted with Michelangelo. Obviously it was difficult to be a woman in these times but I made due often dressing as a man. It was hard to go unnoticed with lavender eyes, so I mostly laid low once I fed my thirst to learn. I worked in all sorts of places, building the Eiffel tower, lighting lamps on the streets of London, a chef in Italy ( I make the best pasta in the world). I did grow very wealthy, I was never very materialistic so I never spent money. I prefered to work for each meal hunting as my animal. I could take in more nutrience and stay healthier eating completely transformed ( plus I didnt have to cook anything Win). Banks were a huge help also being such a long time member of the same bank I had a huge intrest rate on my savings account. When world war 1 broke out I traveled to America, the Nazis were obsessed with finding a supernatural advantage in the war and I figured it was time to switch continents. I started out in Boston as an editor of a news paper. From there I went to Detroit and assembled automobiles. After that I worked in Lawrence, Kansas as a mechanic. Then I made my way to Colorado and I just hiked the moutains. Eventualy I found myself in a town called Beacon Hills, the supernatural ran amuck there, and I decided to help maintain the balance. The last of Its kind a phoenix; was tipping the scales to chaos.

Only comming out at night the creature was blood thirsty and out of control. The first time I caught the scent of a Phoenix the aroma was salivating, no wonder they were going extinct. One extremely hot Californian night the Phoenix lurked in the shadows of the empty streets, waiting for its prey, not realizing that it was indeed the prey. A group of children crossed the dimly lit street, a group of preteen boys. One was carrying a comic book; Captain America first edition. The other boys wanted it from him. The Phoenix was keen on following these five boys, “Stiles! just let us see it for a second!”, one boy wined “ No you will only wreck it,” the smallest skinny boy argued. I felt a small connection with the weak boy, you always had a soft spot for the weak. Then it hit me, preditors picked off the weakest in the pack first, the Phoenix was going after this small boy. Anger flowed freely through you, its not fair that this small boy was going to be killed by this demonic creature purely for the fun of it. You had been lost in your anger you failed to notice the other four boys left the small one alone. The street empty all except the boy, the phoenix, and you. The boy sat down on the sidewalk opening the comic book, there was a small smile on his face. The Phoenix stepped out of the shadows, his hiddeous burned body hobbled grotesquely towards the boy, its orange eyes burned with hunger, its pace quickened as he neared the boy. The dragging of the Phoenix’s feet caught the boys attention and he looked up to see the demon just feet away from him, so shocked he couldnt scream. I lept out from the darkness hiding me, my body between the boy and the Beast. The Phoenix gave out a startled screech and stumbled backwards. I placed my hands on either side of the monsters distorted burned face, my hands instantly bursting into flames. Without hesitation I sunk my nails into its skull staring strait into its eyes as the life left its body and it fell limp in my burning hands, I ripped the gland swiftly out and popped it into my mouth like a piece of gum. I dropped the Phoenix and my own body burst into flames, and quickly extinguished, like a wave or surge of energy. The boy was frozen to the sidewalk. The clothes on my body burned away and I stood there naked infront of this child. The child was shaking with fear, “ hey, hey, hey its okay, youre alright, youre okay whats your name hon”, I crouched infront of the boy and cupped his face wipeing tears away, he seemed to calm down “E-Elias S-St-St” he couldnt get the words out “Elias youre okay, youre safe” He nodded his head spasticly making me laugh. “ T-thank you, for saving my life, a-are you an angel?” I felt something stir within me, and I smiled warmly at Elias “ yeh should head home Elias, yeh shouldnt be out here alone hon” Elias’ smile fell and I knew something was wrong “ Do Yeh want me to take yeh home?” he gave me a small sad smile and nodded slightly “Okay wee lamb c'mon” you stood up and held your hand out to the boy and he took it without hesitation. Elias took me home like a puppy he found on the street, no one was in his home. He gave me some of what I think were his own clothes. I was about to ask him where his parents were when the front door flew open and a heavly intoxicated man flopped onto the floor with a thud “Where are you, you little fucker” the man mumbled under his breath. He lifted his head and his eyes met yours “ Hello Sir, my name is Y/N and I found your son alone in town” the man stood showing he was at least twice my size, “ That little shit is not my son” the anger returned flowing freely making my body glow red hot “where are his parents then” the man scoffed at me “ the little fucker didnt tell you that his parents are dead and that he’s being raised by his uncle?” he looked at the boy and raised his hand to smack Elias. Your hand shot out and gripped his throat tightly he gasped “ If yeh ever lay a finger on him” you lifted him off the ground “ I will know and yeh will pay” you released him and he fell to the floor gasping for air. I left that home confident Elias would be treated well.

The Phoenix pineal gland gave you an afinity for fire, problem was that fire reacted to your emotions especialy anger. And you now had an alternate animal, you had semi turned, full animal and then beast mode. Your full animal had been changed if that was possible, you were no longer a lioness, you were a Tigress. Half turned you had tiger like features, and embarassingly enough you had a tail. Beast mode was horrifying it was a tiger jacked up and completely on fire with blazing violet eyes. However you had complete and full control over all of them.

I traveled around America but I always ended up in Beacon Hills.

I dont know what I wanted to find there but I had a gravitational pull to something. I passed through Beacon Hills many times, a great alpha lived there and I often asked her for advice, as the years passed and I did not age, the great alpha asked me how I came to be, she found my truth broke her heart, she offered me her home. I accepted, Talia was intrigued by my apparent immortality, my ‘condition’ facinated her and her emissary they attempted to classify me, but given my ‘condition’ could change at any moment they never did. When Talia took me in when she was pregnant with her second child, Talia and I became great friends, she felt like a sister to me. And her children felt like they were almost my own. I protected her kids from everything especially her strange brother. Sometime after Cora was born the Hale house filled with Hales, I felt a little claustrophobic, Talia was very understanding when I left. I traveled to Canada, when I came back a few years later, she was gone, all the Hales were gone. All dead. The pain of looseing my only real family led me to find outlets, I slaughtered at will. Anything I came across that was evil I killed. Killing was the only thing that satisfyed my acheing heart, it made me more animal than human, and when I made my way back to Beacon Hills, thats what I was; an animal running on instinct alone. Untill I met a True Alpha, Scott McCall. He save my human soul, and so did Stiles. I was there to kill Meridith, who led me to Lydia, who Scott and Stiles protected.

Flash Back to You trying to kill Lydia: I had the tiny strawberry blonde girl pinned beneath me. I was half changed but not fully changed yet to “beast” mode. She was panting beneath me, I had my claws on her throat ready to end it all my tail whipped excitedly around my legs. A strong, powerful roar came from behind me. I slammed the girls head into the ground to knock her out, and turned to face this obstacle. An arrow hit my shoulder as soon as I stood up. I fully changed into the beast and the children infront of me stared in horror. The arrow in my shoulder burst into flames and melted away. The one who roared at me shifted back to human and stared at me frightened “L-look we don’t know you, but could you maybe not kill our friend” my Violet eyes shifted to the lanky boy who had the balls to ask me this. My heart pounded as I looked into the warm brown eyes and I knew. I imprinted on him. I shifted back completely, I stood there shocked and naked ( full beast mode burned my clothes), the girl who shot me rushed past me to Lydia and the boys sheilded their eyes. It all hit me at once I was a monster, I dropped to my knees and sobbed, I though about all the people and things I killed. I thought of Talia; my sister, how ashamed she would be of me. I pictured my mother I didnt know what she looked like but I knew she would be ashamed of me. A blanket covered my shoulders and the boy who roared crouched in front of me. “ Hey whats your name?” he treated me like a hurt puppy “Y/N” I mumbled “Y/N its okay we all loose control sometimes” I nodded my head slowly not meeting his eyes “ Im Scott, this is Stiles, Allison and you already met Lydia..” I looked over at the Banshee ashamed I stood gripping at the blanket around me, Scott moved to block me, but I didnt stop and he moved out of my way. I crouched next to Lydia I took her hand in mine. Black ran from her veins to mine and the swell on the back of her head disapeared. Lydias eyes shot open just in time to see me hit the floor. I dreamed of Stiles, just his touch, him holding me, placing soft kisses on me, saying my name… When I came to I had no idea where I was. It was a boys room thats for sure, and the whole area reeked of Stiles scent, Stiles room? Why am I in Stiles room? I should be lieing in a empty parking lot where I had attacked Lydia… Voices down staires caught my attention “ WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HER!?!?!” -Lydia “We couldnt leave her there!”-Allison “SHE TRIED TO KILL ME!”-Lydia “We know but we also need to know what she did to you”- Scott “SHE SLAMMED MY HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE”-Lydia “Calm down Lydia you’re okay she reversed it”- Stiles “CALM DOWN?!?! YOU CALM DOWN I AM THE DEFINITION OF CALM!”-Lydia “Lydia, we dont know what Y/N is and we have to find out before something bad- er I mean worse happens”-Scott “Y/N IS A KILLER!”-Lydia “She also saved you somehow and we would like to know how she did that and where she came from and if shes going to kill all of us.. why did we bring her here if she might kill us all?”-Stiles “I dont think she’s going to kill anyone, did you see the way she looked at Stiles?”-Allison “What do you mean Allison?” - Scott “It was like she saw something, she was shocked to see”-Allison “I am very Handsome, Irrisitable, suave, dashing, sexy…”-Stiles *punching noise* “OOOOWWWW WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?”-Stiles “You would have gone on all day mister”-Lydia I let out a tiny growel at the sound of Stiles being hurt “SSsshh! I think shes awake”-Scott I evened out my breathing and slowed down my heart beat to sleeping standards “False alarm I guess I heard something else…”-Scott *knocking on door* “Its open!”-Stiles “Sorry we’re late, someone had to stop for chicken nuggets”-Derek “Totally worth it”-Isaac with his mouth full *laughs* “ So whats happend exactly?’-Derek *shuffleing noise* “Hey!”-Isaac *eating noises* “Those are my nuggets! Stiles!”-Isaac *Stiles chokes slightly on too many nuggets in mouth* “We… er Lydia discovered a new creature…”- Scott “HELL YEAH LYDIA DISCOVERED IT”-Lydia “It also tried to kill her”-Allison “Why did it try to kill Lydia?”-Isaac “We dont really know much about it yet, but what we do know is: it has purple eyes; lavander when human, bright purple when changed…”-Scott “When changed it looks like a freaken Tiger on steroids”-Stiles “Yeah she had stripes and a tail and everything she took a full animal form and a partial animal form, resembling a tiger..”-Allison “SHE?’-Derek “Yeah, SHE looked like a regular teenage girl when she first approched me”-Lydia “How did you stop it?”-Derek “Stiles stopped it….”-Allison “How did Stiles stop it ?”- Derek “Hey Im not totally useless! I reasoned with it-er Her… Y/N”-Stiles “ Yeah he said something to Y/N and she looked at him with her glowing purple eyes and changed back to human… huh I guess it was pretty lucky”-Scott “Well where is Y/N now?” -Derek “upstairs”-Stiles “WHAT?”-Derek “THATS WHAT I SAID”-Lydia “ How do you know she can be trusted?!”-Derek “ Because she healed Lydia”-Scott “Healed? like how?”-Derek “She had attacked Lydia, she smashed her skull in… bad. Y/N took her hand, and healed her, there is nothing wrong with Lydia now, she was almost dead when we got to her!”-Stiles *silence* “I was?”-Lydia “yeah”-Allison*crying* “She saved me?”-Lydia*crying* “yeah”-Scott “Thats incredable… she practiacly brought you back from the dead… I’ve only seen that once, when I was young… but it cant be! You said she looked like a teenager… Right?”-Derek “Yeah she looks really young like 16 maybe”-Stiles “Why dont we just ask her?”-Isaac Shit “Stiles do you want to see if shes up?”-Allison “Sure… If I scream come and save my sweet ass please.”-Stiles Fuckkk *footsteps* I decided to pretent to sleep, the bedroom door opened Stiles tripped on something trying to be quiet and I couldnt help the giggle that escaped my lips, “You awake?” Stiles sat down on his bed and shook my shoulder, “No, I laugh at random things in my sleep”. Stiles laughed at my sarcasm. “Hey um Y/N if you dont mind the pack would like to talk to you … about you.” Stiles choked when I sat up, evidently I was still naked. “ Um here” Stiles stood up and rumaged around for a littl bit then offered me a giant sweat shirt and some giant sweat pants. “thanks, and sure Ill talk” I stood up completely to take the clothes from Stiles, his eyes traveled down my body hungrly. He handed me the clothes and licked his lips, our eyes met and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second. A strong impulse to kiss him flooded over me and I stepped closer to Stiles. Stiles stepped back, the one movement shattered my heart. I played off my action by stepping into the sweat pants, I guess I am going Commando.

Downstairs was a party; everyone was talking and laughing. It had been so long since I’d seen a gathering like this everyone smileing and happy it made my heart ache for a family. As soon as I came into view everyone stopped talking. Stiles walked past me to stand with his pack. Everyones eyes were on me, and I was drowning in Stiles clothes. “Y/N?” Derek stepped closer. I looked at the aged boy, instinct took over and I approached the young man. I grabbed his face and turned it every witch way examining his features like I used to when he was a child and his older family members picked on him and hurt him he would cry for me first then his mother, because I would punish whomever hurt him, his mother was against violence. “ you’ve grown wee lamb”, I smiled at him my little Derek all grown, and fully evolved like his mother. A tear ran down Dereks cheek and I wiped it away “eh don cry babe” I wrapped Derek in my arms, he hugged me back emotionally. I looked around at everyone stairing at us confused. When we broke our embrace Derek looked around the room embarassed. “ uh um Y/N is family … ” everyone turned to look at me. “ I helped raise him and his sisters, his mother was an important alpha and sometimes that was more important than wipeing asses Yeh?” Derek chuckled “ Y/N you havent changed….” another tear escaped his eye and I reached out and wiped it away again, embarassing him. Derek smiled a big smile, but then his brow furrowed and his smile disapeared “You havent changed” Derek stepped away from me.“ alright does one of you want to explain?” Isaac looked between Derek and I. “ Why havent you changed?” Derek accused me. “Your mother never told yeh about me? All those years I was just Aunt Y/N? you never wondered why a nonHale lived in the Hale house?” Dereks face screwed up in confusion. “You’re not a Hale?” a pang of sadness peirced my heart “ I guess I am a monster, if your mother din’t tell yeh about me.” I dropped to my knees trying to control the sadness that hit me I pressed my palms to the floor to conduct some of the heat away from me. “She never told yeh who I am, where I came from, WHAT I am?” I kept my eyes on my hands to concentrait on not burning the house down “ What are you Y/N?” Derek attempted to take my hands before I could warn him his hands sissled from the heat. “ Derek m’ so sorry I should have warnd yeh” your hands cooled and you took his hands to heal them. “Im a werelion well I was born a werelion and I… circumstances… over time .. um … I guess now Im a weretiger”. damn thats hard to explain “ Why are you so hot?… you know what I mean” Derek helped me to my feet, shaking his head smileing to himself I giggled at his remark “theres really to much going on to explain it” I stood on my own not looking into anyones eyes. Suddenly the front door swung open and three girls and three boys entered the house laughing, but soon stopped when they saw the gathering before them. “ H-hey guys, we didnt get the pack meeting memo?” a small spikey haired boy wrapped his arm around a beautiful brown haired girl. “ who the hell are you?” the tallest girl sniffed the air her eyes glowed blue “ what the hell are you?” she adjusted the question “Malia this is Y/N, Y/N this is Malia, Kira, Mason, Corey, Liam, Hayden, Isaac, you know Derek, Allison, Lydia you met, Im Stiles and this is our alpha Scott, not preasent are Jackson, Peter, Theo, and Parrish.” Stiles pointed at each person, and stated their names. Heavy Chemosignals gave me a hint at each others ties. I raised my hand to wave ackwardly “ Hello” I shuffled in my spot now at the center of a circle of people. “ where are you from your voice sounds weird?”-Liam “Oh my gosh your eyes are purple!”-Hayden “why are you wearing Stiles clothes”-Malia “ How old are you?”- Mason “wow your hair is so long”- Corey “guys your freaking her out”- Derek “But seriously answer those questions”- Stiles holy fucken shit “um well I was born in Scotland, on the Isle of Skye. ehhhhumm my eyes turned lavender when I… when my …. Aunt … who raised me died. I dont know how old I am,” I answered as best I could Leaving out the eating of human flesh. “ wait how do you not know how old you are? ” Mason held up his hands and shook his head confused. “ um well I never really kept track of the years after I turned 100 that would have been around the time Pharaoh Khufu built his tomb.” I tried to concentrait on the significant events in my youth but many I knew were never recorded through history… “Khufu? who the hell is Khufu?” Isaac looked around for answers “ Khufu is the King of Egypt who commissioned the building of the Pyrimd of Giza” Lydia was staring at you with shock in her eyes “ that was approximately 6000 years ago” Lydia wispered to herself but everyone heard and everyone stared at me. “ How can you be 6000 years old?” Corey asked the question everyone was thinking, I held up my hands palms up and shrugged my shoulders “ It just sorta happend” that was my honest answer, I had no idea how I cheated death I just did. “ Can you help me with my History homework?” Liam made a joke to ease the tension and I let out a nervious laugh. “Ive done enough homework in my time I was just lucky Plato didnt believe in homework” I laught at the fond memory “ hold up Plato? as in the Greek god?” Scott looked at me like I was crazy and I just laughed at him “ No, Plato as in the Greek philosopher” I smiled at him apologetically “ Plato was my first teacher, Ive attended many collages since but none compare to Plato.” everyone was still processing your age and not listening, you could smell pizza in the fridge “ Is anyone going to eat the leftover pizza in the fridge? or can I just order pizza? Fuck I left my phone in my bag!” I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand frustrated at myself. “ You have a cell phone? ” Derek looked at you like you were his grandma “ Yes I have a cell phone, and a GED and a drivers license and a Debit card and a car” You started listing off the things that they would think you lacked. “ we have your bag.. we didnt look through it I swear” Scott handed you the nike back pack with most of your belongings in it. “ well .. you didnt look through it Scott but I may have” Stiles came clean even though I knew he had been through it his scent was inside my bag. I just laughed and shook my head and decided to be witty “ Kids these days ” I laughed a little to hard at my own joke. I dug around in the back pack and produced my phone “ why do you need a phone anyway?” someone asked “ the internet is the best thing to happen to the human and supernatural race” I smirked at my phone screen lighing up “ you literaly have no contacts in your phone” Stiles announced to everyone making your face heat up “ how did you know my pin?” your eyes met honey brown ones and you couldnt look away, something strange came over you and you felt like you would do anything Stiles said, without hesitation …. Oh yeah you Imprinted on him… you would die for him, I heard of Imprinting and to loose the object of imprinting is described as the most pain ever, so excruciating it drives one to suicide. Stiles’ words brought you back from the depths of his eyes “ I um looked at the smudges on your screen” l looked around at everyone surrounding me, probably the most people since the dark ages that knew what you were. It made you feel good, like maybe you had a chance to be apart of a pack, maybe. “how’d you know there was pizza in the fridge?” Scott held up a ziplock bag of pizza I smiled and took the cold pizza from him “ my sense of smell was heightened when…” I stopped myself taking this moment to shove the pizza in my mouth “ when what ” Stiles looked at me expectantly he suddenly seemed so familiar like I had met him before, I sat down at the kitchen table. “ when my eyes changed color” I spoke with my mouth half full “ when did your eyes change color?” Derek crossed his arms and furowed his eyebrows, I remembered the day perfectly it still hurt to think about “ when I was 20” I took another bite of pizza to excuse myself from talking. “ what color were your eyes before?” Hayden sat down across from me “ red” I polished off the rest of the pizza but I was still hungry “ I ment your human eye color” Hayden laughed “red” I repeated sitting back in the wooden chair. everyone looked confused “ Im an alpha, and my alpha power was so strong it made it impossible for me to stop the color from showing, also I was very young and not in control” my stomach grumbled “ so you dont know what your real eye color is?” Hayden looked sad for you but this was such a dumb thing to focus on. You laughed and shook your head looking down at the floor “ Im over 6000 years old and these are the questions you ask me” everyone looked like they had a realization. “Whats the coolest thing you’ve seen” Isaac tilted his head to the side and looked at you. You thought for a moment “ Probably have to be the Fairy pools before the Fairys were extinct, the Fairys were beautiful little entitys anything they touched they enchanted they couldnt help it pebbles would float freely in the air and randomly drop when the enchantment wore off. they would dance on the surface of the pools and the water would float through the air like there was no gravity, the flowers they touched glowed vibrant colors, It was beautiful, but then they were gone. You see fairies were used by the humans to kill supernatural creatures fairy blood was poison to every living thing” your heart hurt that these kids would never experience this kind of beauty “ C-can I see?” Scott approached you his hand out streched claws at the ready, a stray tear rolled down your cheek. I noded and turned so my neck was exposed to him. I was calm and when Scott sunk his claws in me I remained calm. I greeted Scott in my mind then I showed him everything, My mother, My aunt, the Fairies, Stone henge, the Phoenix, the Eiffel tower, Eygpt, my father, all the people I met all the things I had done. When Scott broke the bond everyone except Stiles was gone. Stiles had his head on the table a small puddle of drool formed by his face. “You’ve been through a lot, my life doesnt look that bad now” Scott and I laughed “please dont tell Stiles, or anyone I know what I did was wrong and Ill never do it again” I begged Scott “ Y/N , Its ok you never killed anyone innocent, besides I probably couldnt if I wanted to, you are definately a much stronger alpha than me" I frowned at him “ I killed my mother Scott” Scott looked at me narrowing his eyes then scoffing and shaking his head “ You didnt do it on purpose you were only a child” he gave me a genuine smile and hugged me. slowly I hugged him back, this is the person who will know me the best probably ever. Scott left me alone with Stiles knowing it was the safest place for him. And the best choice for me to stay. I was fully rested and not tired at all it was about 3 am. I picked up Stiles cradling him in my arms I carried him upstairs to his room. I laid Stiles down on his bed and pulled his comforter over him. Like a mom I looked back at him and switched off his bedroom light and closed the door. I headed down stairs to find something to do. I made my way quietly around the house, cleaning up. I started some laundry, emptied the dish washer swept up. By the time the house was in perfect order it was 3:45 am. I sighed leting out a little frustraited groan. I found the door to the garage, maybe there was something for me to clean out here. I pulled open the door and there it was a classic 1980 CJ5. I ran my hand over the blue paint remembering the last time I had touched one. The last time you rode In a Jeep: Napalm filled the air around my squad. “ Sergeant! we need cover!” one of my solders called out “ Shut the fuck up, get down and stay put!” I barked at my solders as I sprinted ahead of where we needed to be. We had been on foot for 7 weeks and completely exhaused. All gunfire was directed at me, I scaled a tree in record time throwing the charlie positoned there to the ground. I positoned myself now able to see all the Dac Cong targeting my men, one bullet each was all it took. The fireing ceased. I hopped down and trudged back to my squad of 7 men. These men knew me as Sargent Noah O'Mally, my hair was buzzed and my breasts hidden under my uniform I kept as dirty as I could to seem more manly. “ Brumly that is not the spot you were in when I left” a short stocky brown haired boy scowled at me and I laughed “ We keep moving” I directed the boys forward. My squad was made of Oliver ‘Brah’ Brumly, Eugene ‘Gene’ Friemuth, Justin ‘Farmer’ Young, Elias ‘Stiles’ Stilinski, Anthony ‘Tony’ Peirce, Wayne ‘Wiener’ Fox and James ‘Jimmy’ Thornton. The men called me Ma'am, I was the only Sergent who found it humorus, so I was the only Seargent called Ma'am. Every single one of my men made it out of that hell hole. When the war ended we radioed our positon and a chopper took us out of combat. Then from the landing they put us in a Jeep to bring us back to base. Before any Jeep left the country I was in charge of checking for bombs and maintanence.

I hadent realised what I was doing until my eyes settled on a nightmare of ducktape. I had opened the hood and was met by a sad excuse for a motor. “ well I have all morning” and I got to work. About 11O'clock I had most of the motor and transmission taken apart and put back together and back in the jeep with new components and peices, I was just finishing up puting on a new cold air intake when the garage door opened “ Im telling you Scott shes not here and all her stuff is here!” I tightened the last nut and looked up at Stiles his face was shocked. I put the socket and wrench back in the tool box and shut the hood “keys?” I looked at Stiles and held out my hand expectantly. Insted of tossing me the keys he licked his lips angrly and stomped like a child over to the drivers side of the jeep and flung open the door, the jeep started on the first turn over and purred to life. Siles looked suprised and absolutly shocked. I smirked at him and started walking to the door. Stiles flew out of the jeep and whipped open the hood his eyes darted around the motor in disbelif. I wandered into the house and flopped down onto the couch and closed my eyes. I felt Stiles enter the room “uhhuhh um th-thank you ” I peeked one eye open to look at him “for what?” I closed my eyes and began to roll off the couch turning into my tiger and landing on all fours “whoa that was cool um thank you for fixing the jeep… ” I padded towards him purring I rubbed aginst his leg like a cat Stiles reached down and scrached my head like a pet and suprisingly it felt good. He pet me for a few more minutes, the front door opened and Stiles Father walked into the house. The sheriff dropped his keys “ Stiles” Stiles head whipped around “Dad! uh this is Y/N ” the sheriff backed up against the front door. I yawned and patted towards the sheriff and mid stride I shifted to human and held out my hand “ Hello sir Im Y/N” I flashed him my purple eyes and he took my hand “Noah” he limply shook my hand “ and you are what?” Noah added I held back my laugh “ Im a weretiger hybrid” the sheriff was still up against the front door “Dad its ok shes friendly” Stiles joked. “She fixed the Jeep” he added and the sheriff seemed to calm down “Really? where did you learn about fixing cars?” Noah stepped away from the door “ I learned about fixing Jeeps in Vietnam” Noah had just picked up his keys and redropped them “ In what” Noahs eyes crinkled “ Dad, um Y/N is over 6,000 years old” Stiles picked up the keys and placed them on the kitchen table. “ Stiles can I talk to you alone?” the sheriff pulled stiles down the hallway and I took that as my que. I hopped out the front door and started walking down the street. I slung my back pack over my shoulder sniffing the air a thought entered my mind randomly just a name Im not sure why but just the name Claudia was all I could think.

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