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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Cursed {Werewolf!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Masturbation, mentions of religion, mentions of previous monster fucking, descriptions of encounters, pregnancy, lycanthropy

Comments: Finding a naked man on your doorstep is surprising. Even more surprising is what he tells you. He is the wolf that had taken you months ago under the full moon. And he is here to claim you and the thing that he says is in your womb.

A/N: Part of The Wolf Series

** This as also a part of @clydesducktape The Moon in May Writing Challenge Week 3 (May 15-21) : Cursed

DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT: This is a monster fucking fic. If you can’t handle the fact that non-con is a part of this, please roll on by.

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

“You are carrying my seed.”

You blink at him, barely able to comprehend his meaning. You’ve never met this man, obviously never had him between your thighs to have your womb filled with him. Unless….

He obviously sees the way your eyes change, the light dawning in them as you understand what exactly it is that he is telling you. Nodding slightly, he waits to see what your reaction is.

“I- you?” You shake your head, wondering if you are still dreaming. Unable to believe that he might be insuauting - he is insulating - that he is the beast that had taken you on the forest floor. You had ventured out, found the spot where it had happened when you had gone back to the lake to retrieve your shift and slippers.

The small portion of the forest floor isn’t significant in any noticeable way. There is a fallen log, covered in moss and mushrooms growing along the edges where the wood has started to rot and provide fertile soil for the fungus. There is nothing to scream that that is where the beast tackled you, captured its prey and shoved its cock inside you to rut into you like the animal that it was.

You remembered everything about it, while you were standing there, staring at where your fingers clawed at the moss, embedding it under your nails that took scrubbing your hair to finally get it out. The fear, the long moment of pain melding into the overwhelming sense of being full. Turning into your body enjoying the treatment. Being used.

It had shamed you, but you had laid back down on that spot, this time on your back and replayed that night in your head. Skirt rucked up over your waist and cunt exposed to the elements while you touched yourself. Imagining the beast taking you again, making you dizzy and weak as you cum around its giant cock again. Forced into pleasure.

Cumming harder than you have by any of your other methods. The scents of the forest, closing your eyes brought you back to the moment better than laying in your bed, trying to recall it. You had cried out loudly, disturbing whatever animals that had been around you and as you panted to catch your breath, you wondered if the beast had heard you.

Now he is standing in front of you. Much more human than you had last seen him. The long dark hair on his head and face hid most of his features, although you can tell he has a sharp nose. “You- you are….the beast?” You ask softly, frowning slightly.

“Si…yes.” He corrects himself, ducking his head once in acknowledgement of what you are asking.

“How?” It’s strange that you are not angry. Not screaming at him for the way he had taken you as the beast. Filling your belly with his seed and now cursed to bear his fruit. He frowns for a moment, halfway expected to have to defend himself against an attack. He knows there is an old sword hanging above the threshold of your cottage.

He had seen it that night that he had brought you back into your home. Ducking down so he did not slam his head against the frame, he had been eye level with the still sharp blade when he had left you laying in your bed, your cunt licked clean of his spend.

Now, as a human, his flaccid cock twitches slightly at the memory. Recalling how rich you had tasted on his tongue. Wondering if you would taste different now that his seed had taken root.

“Cursed.” He rasps out, swallowing again and trying to remember how to talk to another person. “I- was attacked by a creature, bitten.” He explains. “We- my companion and I killed it. And the next moon, I became the beast.”

Your eyes widen, absorbing what he is saying, wondering for a brief, horrifying moment if you would change into a beast like he is. He had been normal and then, after being attacked, changed into this creature. Cursed, as he put it.

“Is it just during the full moon?” You ask, needing to know more about him. You try not to look at his body, even though it’s hard not to notice that he is naked. His flaccid cock swings free and you feel your cheeks heat up when your eyes fall down to it.

This entire thing is crazy, insane. You would be stoned for being a heretic for the idea that this might even be possible. Witchcraft or the devil’s curse. Still, the burn of your body lingers in your mind. The howls that filled your ears when he pushed inside you and then when he flooded your womb with his seed. All of those things are the ones you think about rather than what the hunched over old priest in the village would think. He was only there a few months at a time, traveling around his area to make sure the souls of his flock were kept clean by the coin they paid the church.

“Yes.” His answer brings you back from your memories, the dark eyes watching you closely. He’s tense, wary. Watching you to see how you react to him. You wonder briefly if anyone in this world has been told this story.

“I’m sorry, I-” You turn, ready to go back inside your cottage and do what, you don’t know. You still don’t think this is real. You have to be dreaming. You must have seen this man somewhere on one of your village trips and are now imagining this interaction. There is no way this man is the-

“I took you on your stomach.” You freeze, heat curling in your gut at the raspy words. His rough voice sliding through your core and producing a burst of near pleasure. “Not far from here. On your knees, face pressed into the moss with my jaws around your neck while I mounted you.”

Your knees feel weak, making you grip the edge of the doorway, turning to face him again. His eyes are steady, still meeting yours as if he either were unashamed of his actions or that he knows that there is a dark part of you that wants to create it. Can he smell your cunt right now? Can he sense that you are dripping at the mere words?

Mounted you. That’s exactly what the beast did. He mounted you. Hips framing your ass, trapping you under him while that cock pounded into your body and made you moan and whimper, gasp and cry out. Filling every crevice inside you until you were stuffed with him and then pushed in some more. You had never had a lover take you in that kind of way before, normally just laying you down and spreading your legs to climb between them, but that was…animalistic.

“I-”

“You passed out when I started to lick you clean.” He growls slightly, fists curling at his sides and it brings your attention back down to his cock, noticing that it is slightly fuller than it was when he first sprang to his feet. Starting to swell either because it was morning or because his own words were causing that reaction. “Lick my seed from your cunt and clean up the mess I had made when you creamed all over my cock.”

Heat floods your face, a small gasp tearing from your lips as you remember how hard you came. Your entire body trembling and shuddering with pleasure while the beast kept hammering away into your cunt like he was possessed. Although now, you think that he might have been, if this man was the wolf that had fucked you senseless.

“Did you-” You shudder and continue on. “Did you- were you in- in control?” You are nearly breathless when you ask. Wanting to know if this was a man who just took what he wanted or if he was unable to control the creature that resided under his skin.

You believe him, your question proves that yourself. Unless he was watching as the creature mounted you in your forest, he had to be it. There is no other rational explanation and yet, this entire thing is irrational.

He, Pero, shifts his weight, shaking his head slightly and you see the way that he bites his lip under the long, wiry strands of his beard. Now he seems a bit more unsure of himself. Maybe because he was lying, or maybe because he was unsure if you would believe him. After a long moment, the silence stretching between you, he finally shakes his head.

“The beast, the wolf, he is in me - even if I am the wolf.” You think you understand his meaning. While he changes into the beast, it’s a creature that is apart from his own consciousness. “I smelled you, the beast did, and then he had to have you.”

You nod dumbly, unable to do much since your entire body is again flooded with warmth. It’s almost like you are just as hot as that night. Feeling the weight of your shift on your body even though it is paper thin. Not the heavy wool one you would wear in the winter, but the muslin on specifically made for warmer weather. Nearly see through and threadbare. The shift you had left on the rock that night.

“You are not scared of me?” He asks, titling his head and watching you, sharp eyes missing nothing and you wonder if he can sense your heart beating wildly in your chest. Or maybe heart it. You know you can hear the pounding in your ears.

“I was.” You admit, slightly breathless as you struggle to take in enough breath. Feeling like you had run that same path through the forest again. “When I was running, when you - the beast - threw me to the ground. I thought I was dead.”

It is on the tip of his tongue to tell you that he had been toying with you. That he had let you continue running far longer than you had to. He could have taken you right near the edge of the lake, but he had wanted the thrill of the hunt. He enjoyed the chase. But he doesn’t.

“But you are not attacking me now.” He has a point. He has given you plenty of time to grab your father’s sword and lunge at him. To thrust the blade into his belly and kill the cursed beast.

“It is already done.” You tell him, unable to admit that you liked what happened to you. That the animal who had taken you had opened your eyes to desires you had never dared to dream of before and now you thought of those jaws around your neck while it’s wet cock dragged against your ass as he desperately tried to position to thrust into your cunt.

He nods, looking down at your belly and there is a glint in his eyes. A flash of yellow in his orbs that has your pulse racing and your cunt clenching. The wolf. He looks back up at you, standing straighter and puffing out his bare chest slightly. “You are carrying.”

He had said that when he woke up. HIs words echoing in your head, ‘you are carrying my seed’. You wonder if he knows your fears that you had last night. Your hand drifts to your stomach. A life. A child. A monster?

Pero growls, another cunt clenching moment passes and he nods. “Sí, yes. El bebé.” He tells you, although you know what he means.

“Did- how do you know?” You demand, not even knowing for sure yourself. You had realized you had not bleed since that night, that the smoked boar had made you feel sick, but you had not really determined if you were pregnant yourself. Wouldn’t you know before anyone else?

There is a moment where he chuckles. A low, raspy rumble that makes you think that this is not a man who laughs often. Or at least he has not in a while. Perhaps he has been alone this entire time. He looks like he has. HIs hair is in good need of a trim and so is that beard, although he is cleaner than you expected a naked man to be.

“I can smell it.” He tells you, again those eyes flashing yellow. Possessive and possibly proud as he looks at you. Whether that was the beast or the man proud of his prowess, you don’t know. Perhaps a combination of the two. “You saved the meat, no?” He asks, knowing full well you had when he had observed you from the treeline days after each gift had been left on your doorstep.

As a man, he had known what had happened was wrong. But the beast, the wolf inside him knew nothing more than instinct. The mating of a female in season and breeding her properly, filling her with his pups. Checking on you, providing for you, was to soothe both of them. The beast demanded that his female eat, that you not have to hunt while you carried, sure that he had filled you that night.

He had watched you shamelessly, even if he had not come closer. As a human, he had been curious to learn about the human that the wolf had chosen. He would be spending more time with you than the beast inside him, only released once a full moon.

“I did.” You nod, a small thrill racing through you, the confirmation that the meat had come from him, absolutely amazes you. “I smoked all of it and my larder has never been fuller.”

His chest puffs out even more, pride filling him. He had provided for you, shown you that he could keep you and the pup from starving. At least that is what the wolf is practically growling in pleasure about. He nods, happy that you have saved it and obviously will eat well soon. Not that he won’t add to it. Now that he knows that you are carrying, he will bring you more. Except after he changes back, he will be the one to process it, to preserve it for you and babe. “Good.”

“Do you live nearby?” You wonder how far he had come, how far he traveled when he was in that form. Was he close or did he smell you from afar? What was the range of a werewolf during their monthly change? Was it only monthly? You have so many questions but you don’t want to overwhelm him all at once.

Again, he nods, making you curious to find out where he lives. What he wants from you. “In a cave near the river.” He tells you, making your eyes widen slightly. The river wasn’t too far away, even though your lake was closer. A small stream near your house was fed from the river, a branch off of it.

“You are sure that I am pregnant?” Again, it is insane, that this man is telling you that you are carrying his child. This man that you have not set eyes on ever and yet you have had him inside your body. Obviously not in this form.

“Yes.” Pero nods again and looks around the clearing where your cottage stands. “The wolf, he will not leave.” He tells you honestly. Deciding that he needs to be truthful with you. “He has claimed you. Bred you. Taken you as his.”

You swallow and your hand spreads wide over your stomach again, inhaling sharply at his declaration. The wolf claimed you. Bred you. Taken you as his own. Provided for you. You think about this, think about everything that has happened and wonder what will come.

“Is the baby cursed?” You ask, eyes widening at the thought of having a wolf growing inside you and clawing to get out. “Will it- will it be like you? Like the beast?”

Pero doesn’t have an answer to that. He doesn’t know for certain. He has never met another one of his kind since he has been bitten. The wolf he had killed had never turned back into a human, it had stayed in it’s monstrous form after he had dispatched it to hell. Taken on it’s curse through the wounds he had taken. He knows nothing about the wolf other than what he has learned.

That part of this makes him uneasy. The idea that he could pass this curse on to his child. That he would breed an army of werewolves from your womb. Because the wolf would not be satisfied with this happening just once. He already knows that. The pleasure that you are bred is too great for the beast inside him.

“I don’t know.” He tells you honestly, stepping closer to you, hand out and there is a question in his eyes. Wanting to make sure that you will let him get closer. “This curse came to me through a bite, so I don’t know.”

That scares you, that he doesn’t have answers for you. That he can’t give you a definitive answer to your questions. It’s apparently something that you will learn along with him. You have no doubt the beast will not let you be alone during this time. The wolf has already proven that it comes around every month to check on you, to watch over you. It was obviously protective. You nod, understanding that this is territory that is new for him. You’ve never seen a werewolf before that night, so you have no insight into it.

You let him closer, creeping slowly until his hand touches you. He touches you for the first time since that night three months ago. His large hand slowly covers your womb and there is a growl that comes out of his throat, the yellow in his eyes lingering for longer than a few seconds and the beast within senses his spawn. Cursed or not, it was his.

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Under the Cherry Blossom Trees

Joel Miller x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.1k (1485 with optional epilogue)

Warnings: fluff, protective!Joel, established relationship, kissing, sweetness, optional angst epilogue

Notes: My blog remains 18+ only even if this fic isn’t explicit! I loved this writer Wednesday pic so much and the idea just instantly popped in my head! Thanks so much @writer-wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape for hosting this every week! Hopefully this formats ok since I’m posting from mobile!

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“Joel, where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise, baby,” Joel replied with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you tightened your grip around his waist. The horse the two of you shared walked gently through the quiet forest. Everything seemed at peace here, with no sign of infected for miles. The only sounds in the forest other than the clop of your horse were scattered bird calls and the rustle of the local wildlife.

You let out a short chuckle, “You know Joel, if it were anyone but you I would think I was about to be murdered and dumped out here in the middle of nowhere.”

Joel moved a hand from the reins and gave your wrists a tight squeeze, “You know I ain’t never gonna let anything like that happen, baby.” His tone was too serious for your attempt at a joke.

“I know,” you whispered as you leaned your head against his broad back and savored the warmth of his body, “I was just kidding.”

All Joel offered was a soft grunt and another squeeze before he fell silent again. You decided to keep quiet as well and just enjoyed the feeling of his body against yours and the soft warm wind against your back.

It was a sunny spring day, and as much as you loved living in Jackson, it was nice to be out and get some fresh air. Things almost felt normal like this with you and Joel out on a horseback date in the woods. But Joel always tried to make life seem as normal as he could for you.

Even so, he surprised you this morning when he told you to get ready to go out with him. He tried to hide it, but you saw through Joel’s calm and collected facade and noticed that he seemed nervous and jittery. But when you asked him why he needed you, he refused to answer.

Stranger still, Joel grabbed his guitar on the way out.

“Baby, we’re here.”

Joel’s hushed voice jolted you out of the trance you were in from the warm air and the soothing beat of his heart. You hadn’t even realized you almost dozed off right there on the horse until his voice broke the silence.

Suddenly, a rush of sensation flooded you and you took a deep inhale to smell something you hadn’t smelled in a long time, “Cherry blossoms?”

A soft rumble echoed from Joel’s chest, “Surprise,” he whispered softly.

Before you could restrain yourself, you gasped loudly, “Joel… Holy shit…”

In front of you was a long pathway lined on either side with cherry blossom tree after cherry blossom tree. The pink of the fully bloomed flowers in the sun lit up the forest in a way that completely took your breath away. Puddles from yesterday's light rain reflected the sunlight and made this patch of forest seem brighter than what surrounded it.

Joel turned over his shoulder and took in your reaction. Sure the trees were beautiful, but they didn’t compare to the look in your eyes as your face lit up in awe. He never could get enough of looking at you, and he swore there was never enough time to fully admire and appreciate your features.

He kept the horse still for several moments before he ushered you all towards a tree with a low hanging branch. You barely even noticed the movement.

With a click of his tongue, Joel steadied the horse, swung his leg over and pushed himself off. He quickly tied the reins to the branch before he extended a hand to you and said your name in such a sweet tone, “You coming?”

You shook your head as your eyes landed on Joel, “You bet!”

Joel’s hand felt warm in yours as he helped you down. You kept ahold of him even as you were steady on your feet and you let him guide you down the path. Your trust in Joel compared to nothing else and you followed his lead while you looked around and soaked in your surroundings.

“Wow…” you breathed, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

A warm smile lit up Joel’s face as he looked over at you. His heart skipped a beat in his chest as he studied your every feature as if he was seeing you for the first time. But then again, to Joel, every time he saw your smile felt like the first time all over again.

You felt the weight of Joel’s gaze on you and you froze in place. When you met his eyes and saw the look of pure admiration there, you swallowed hard and suddenly your skin felt like it was on fire, “What?” you asked in a whisper.

“Nothing baby,” Joel murmured as he suddenly felt embarrassed as well, “You just look so damn beautiful in the flowers like this.”

A chuckle escaped your lips before you could help it, “Always the romantic, aren’t you Joel?”

“I do try,” his voice was low as he ushered you ahead of him, “You like it?” Joel used his nose and pointed towards a small setup on the side of the path.

You gasped as you saw the small tent that was set up between two large trees. Inside were some blankets and pillows to make it homey and cozy. And the front was open so you could sit and enjoy the magnificence of the trees and flowers around you.

“I found this place with Tommy yesterday on patrol,” Joel explained as he led you into the tent and sat the both of you down, “I checked for infected, there’s no one for miles. Just you and me. We can finally get some quiet alone time,” he rested an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your face, “How’d I do?”

“Joel… It’s…” you couldn’t even finish your thought before you lunged at him and kissed him deeply.

A low rumble echoed in Joel’s chest as he eagerly kissed you back and held you close. Soft moans filled the tent as you immediately deepened the kiss and showed him just how much you loved his surprise.

“Happy anniversary baby,” he murmured against your lips when you finally broke away for air.

You didn’t even open your eyes as you rested your head on Joel’s shoulder and settled comfortably at his side. You felt him place one last kiss on the top of your head before he pulled out his guitar and played a soft, sweet melody just for you.

At that moment, everything was absolutely perfect under the cherry blossom trees.

Optional epilogue (warnings: tlou2 spoilers, angst, major character death)

The sun shined brightly as you rode your horse through the woods, but it still felt dark to you. Nothing seemed the same anymore, as if all the color in the world drained from your vision. Even the pinks of the cherry blossoms seemed dull in your eyes.

Everything was quiet around you, as if the world stood still for the moment, only to be broken by the sound of the clop of the horse beneath you. It was a strangely familiar feeling, yet it was different.

You rode down the path that Joel had taken you before, only this time it was just you. What was once a happy memory now felt somber as you had never felt more alone.

A sigh escaped your lips as you reached your destination: the tent Joel had set up for you.

You jumped off and tied the horse to a branch before you approached the space. What was once a warm, inviting space now felt cold and distant. Moss covered the blankets that were left behind and it felt like a shadow of what it once was.

But then again, so were you.

As you sat down on the damp ground, you choked back a sob. What should have been a happy day felt heavy on your heart. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out Joel’s old watch and cradled it in your hands before you wrapped yourself around it and finally broke down into tears.

“I miss you so much, Joel,” you cried, “So fucking much.”

Birds fluttered in the trees around you, but you ignored it.

“Dina had the baby recently,” you spoke to the watch, “JJ is what they called him,” you let out a soft exhale, “Yeah, one of those J’s is for you,” you paused as you caught your breath, “Everyone is doing fine. You’d be so proud of Ellie, Joel. I’m watching over her, like I promised I would.”

Your eyes dropped down as you watched your tears hit the ground in front of you, “It’s not the same without you though,” you let out a deep sigh as you brought the watch up to your lips and gave it a gentle kiss, “Happy anniversary Joel.”

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grogusmum · 2 years

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A Galaxy Far Far Away Part 9 : Tannenbaum

DIN DJARIN X EARTHING!F!READER

WORD COUNT: 4600ish

RATED: M

WARNINGS: while I do my best to keep my reader characters nondescript physically, there is some description here (stretch marks) I hope they are things you can relate to or imagine are a part of you within the context of the story. Also, Din picks you up. It's not meant to be thin coding at all, because he can. He picks up that Klatooinian with one hand in TBoBF. So its canon. Enjoy! While about Yule (winter solstice) Christmas and Christmas traditions mentioned. Grogu being adorable. Din being soft. Sexual situations, sexy times -kissing, taking off each others clothes kissing torsos, described though not explicitly fades to black.

A/N: @clydesducktape had suggested a Christmas in July writer's challenge- to finish up some December prompt wips etc. Well I really did want to do a chapter or 2 with Yule, plus some sweet readers had shared their hope for it to be included after reading the Halloween chapters as well. And the challenge afforded me a little push.

Anyway here I am July 31... long ago as a performer, I learned never to apologize for my work. But I feel like I need to here. I hope you enjoy this little slice of winter festivities. There maybe more in part 10, idk... This took me the entire month to write. It wasn't clicking for me. With some cheering on from @writeforfandoms I was finally able to finish. We will see...

On the plus side, the holiday spirit, whatever the holiday, seems helps move our pair's relationship along. (Who knows what will happen on Arbor Day!!)

Oh a little Ask Grogu easter egg can be found in the chapter.

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Part 8

The song O Tannenbaum is translated from the German to O Christmas Tree, though Tannenbaum simply means fir or pine tree. In actuality, it is one of the few carols that has gone mostly unchanged from its pagan origins.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

How faithfully you blossom!

Through summer’s heat and winter’s chill

Your leaves are green and blooming still.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

How faithfully you blossom!

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

With what delight I see you!

When winter days are dark and drear

You bring us hope for all the year.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

With what delight I see you!

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

You bear a joyful message:

That faith and hope shall ever bloom

To bring us light in winter’s gloom.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

You bear a joyful message

You woke early on December the first, with visions of sugarplums dancing in your head and the skating theme from Charlie Brown Christmas was on a loop. Determined to go all out, you would bake all of Nana’s Christmas cookies, decorate inside and out, make bird seed ornaments for the little pine tree outside, and go to a tree farm and cut your own tree. You didn't think you could get Din to sing, but you knew he would go caroling with you, if you suggested it. Just as you had so enjoyed sharing Halloween and Samhain with Din and Grogu, you were bursting to share another favorite holiday that had become very lonely to you in recent years.

Quietly you made your way up to the attic to bring down decorations, thinking maybe you would be able to get a start and surprise the little family you were becoming. You pulled three large boxes out of the corner of the open space, when you turned around there was Grogu looking at the boxes and you with interest. You jumped a mile high, he had been so quiet.

“Shhhi- Grogu! Hey, jellybean,” you picked him up, “and I thought I was being so sneaky. There is no surprising you, is there?”

You thought about that for a moment standing in the middle of your attic, the baby in your arms… was it part of the powers Din had so much trouble explaining to you?

“Well, anyway, good morning, little guy. I have to bring these boxes down, can you get down the steps on your own?”

“Can I help?”

Din made his way up Seamus, trailing behind. You laughed and shook your head.

“Yes, please. I was planning to - well it doesn’t matter. I need to bring these boxes down.” You put Grogu on the floor, and he toddled over to Seamus. Din picked up two of the large totes with ease, you picked up the last one and headed downstairs, Grogu and Seamus following.

"What is all this, anyway?"

"Well, did you notice how after our fall feast suddenly all the stores were covered in green and red and garland… um, silvery fluffy ropes?”

“Yes.”

“There is another big holiday, actually several of them coming up this month. Though one tends to dominate…” you begin your muttering, and Din and Grogu looked at each other with fondness.

“Far be it from me to be a Grinch but ‘Big Christmas’ shoves everything else out- when it steals pretty much eve-” you look at them and grimace. “Sorry, okay so there are a bunch of holidays all around this time.They have their own histories and stories… but what they have in common is bringing light during the darkest time of the year.”

“That sounds nice. So Halloween, well, Samhain was the last harvest and celebrated the dark,” Din said as he picked up Grogu who was chattering and touching Din's face. "Yes, buddy your right- and put on disguises to get candy."

“Yes. Well, sort of and Yule is the midpoint… the winter solstice.”

Din made a sound of acknowledgment and nodded.

“Do you celebrate the solstices too? That’s a dumb question… makes sense it would be universal in some form…"

“Yeah, different systems and planets do. Coruscant has a big celebration, they call Solstice Tide.”

Grogu cooed and gestured excitedly.

“Yeah kid, you would know Solstice Tide, wouldn't you? When you were at the Jedi Temple.”

Grogu nodded. You took his little hand in yours.

“A long time ago, Earthlings didn't know why it was getting darker, why it was going colder and the plants were dying, or why animals were harder to come by. They thought the world was dying. Even when they came to understand it would return they were scared, they didn't think there were any guarantees. After all, winter could kill you. You couldn't turn on a lamp or turn up the heat… go to the grocery if you ran out of food. They prayed to the gods the sun would return and with it longer and warmer days. So when it did, they celebrated and gave thanks. Even as they started to understand more about how the sun, moon, and planets worked they marked the days with revels. And we still do. Sure some have changed the name or the reason, but we still celebrate the promise of the sun's return. So Grogu, we get to celebrate Solstice Tide! I don’t know that it will be just like how you remember it, but I think you’ll like it!”

Soon Juniper Cottage was alive with activity. Faerie lights were strung on the bare lilac tree beside the old green front door that had a wreath of holly hung with a large red ribbon on it. The windows were bejeweled with folded kite paper stars, suns, and snowflakes, you, Din, and Grogu made one particularly snowy day. The snow came down so heavy and prolonged that you were able to get 4 varieties of cookie dough made.

“Not you too!” You moaned, two weeks into the month, as you spooned oatmeal into three bowls.

“I like Junebug,” Din said taking his bowl with a quiet thank you. Grogu smiled toothily as his bowl was set before him.

“I thought you had forgotten all about that.”

“You do know Dave calls you nothing else? The kid likes it too. Right, buddy?” Grogu laughed and waved his spoon.

“That proves nothing, he loves maple oatmeal. Don’t you sweetie?”

Din chuckled.

“I won't call you Junebug if you don't want me to, cyar’ika.”

You smile, shaking your head.

“It's okay,” you conceded before switching subjects, "but let's move on to more important things. It’s time to bring home the tree!”

Again, Din and Grogu looked at each other.

Just as you all climbed into your car to pick pumpkins right from the field, this time to get the tree. Din strapped Grogu in his car seat and you opened the other back seat door for Seamus. When Din straightened you tossed the keys. He caught them, with a look of surprise.

“You've been practicing with Dave’s jeep, and since you recite all the rules of the road as I drive, I'm thinking you got this.”

Din smiled his dimple showing and jogged around the car to the driver's side.

“Just stay under the speed limit, Din, we can not get pulled over.”

“Got it.”

Din adjusted the mirrors and smiled at you again. You leaned over and gave him a peck on the little bare spot in his scruff. Din looked at you shyly, his smile turning lopsided. He was still adjusting to life without his helmet, still getting used to this kind of casual affection. You gave it so easily, and he wanted to learn it from you. The ways you made him feel... if he could make you feel half as appreciated, as cherished as you made him feel... You looked at him as though he was responsible for the waxing and waning of the moon, but Din was sure it was you. Your love and care for Grogu, like he was your own, tugged at his heart.

Many nights now, you share a bed, but so far only to sleep. He wanted more, he was sure he could feel you did too. He wasn’t sure what was holding either of you up.

“Ready?”

Din was brought back to the task at hand, but before he put the car in reverse he took your hand and squeezed it.

“Yeah.”

It really could not have been a better afternoon, it was cold but not biting, there was snow, but none on the roads. Din parked, shut off the engine, and looked over at Grogu who clapped and babbled happily to Seamus, very proud of his dad’s driving. Din handed you the keys and you pushed them back with a small smile.

Everyone clambered out of the car, you got Seamus on leash, while Din placed Grogu in a front carrier on his chest. Din arranged his coat so it didn’t completely cover Grogu. He wore the wool hat you had knitted with ears with the hope people would just think it was a cute novelty hat, that way Grogu could be out in the open to a degree. Din would have preferred his little one to be facing out so he can see everything with ease, but this was safest. So Din murmured to Grogu and encouraged him to peek over his shoulder or beside them, he’d turn sideways to help Grogu see. Whether the strings of lights, the decorations on a snowy tree, or the jolly man in red with a large white beard, ho-ho-hoing and taking pictures with the other children. (You had read Grogu a poem about the gift-giving old man at bedtime just the other night.) All of it made Grogu's eyes widen in wonder.

Just like the day at the pumpkin field, it was bustling with folks from town. This time around they were familiar to Din too, though now they could see his face as well. He occasionally took a breath and reminded himself to relax his shoulders. He was getting used to being without his helmet, but he had yet to be in large groups. He had been with the Dades or some other neighbors he worked for, even at the grocery you tended to pick off hours so it was quiet. You assured him it was as much for you as it was for him. Saying you hated going when it was busy. He appreciated it nonetheless. He knew he would never be like the unreadable black t visor, but he has discovered he doesn't have what you call much of a poker face at all, only now learning to marshall his expressions.

People were waving at one another happily, just as before, enjoying the company and festive atmosphere.

“You alright?” you asked hooking your arm in his. Din held on, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah, just practicing my um poker face.”

You laughed, and he smiled down at you. He will always love hearing you laugh and it made him swell when he is the one to make you do so.

You pulled him down a path between the fir trees, and when you were out of the hustle-bustle you pulled Din to you and kissed him. When Grogu squawked, you laughed again and kissed his head.

“Sorry, Jellybean.” You began unclipping the carrier so Grogu could walk around and see the trees.

“So what do we do?” Dins asked looking around.

“We pick a tree, cut it down bring it to the guy and pay for it. Easy Peasy”

“Easy peasy,” Din repeated looking around. “Well, there are so many, how do you pick”

“Well, there are different types, Fraser, Douglas, Spruce, Balsam, White Pine…and heights… and then there is the magic factor. You just know its right”

The snow crunched under your boots as you walked down the row, you told him you usually got a pretty tall tree, the ceilings were high at the cottage, and you liked to cut the extra lower branches for decorating the mantel and other things. You explained you weren’t a spruce girl, you preferred Fraser Fir and Balsams. Balsam smelled the best, but their needles fell fast. As you explained this you touched the trees as you passed them, just your hand out brushing them, sometimes giving the tip of the branch a squeeze as though you were closing it around an outstretched hand.

“So, how do you decide?”

“The Balsam/Fraser conundrum? Generally, I hem and haw about it, pick a different one each year, love it but wonder if I should have gotten the other, just a little. Then feel a little guilty. It’s not a perfect system. Since we have a little one, maybe we don’t want to have to sweep up needles constantly… so we’ll go with a Fraser this year.”

Din smiled and shook his head a little. You have really gotten inside, and there was nothing he could do about it. And truth be told, he didn’t want to do a single thing about it. You were adorable, and he knew it. He adored you.

You said, we have a little one.

You hoped all this wasn't too overwhelming for Din, all the people, your meandering way about, well, almost everything. You worked to not chase every rabbit down its hole. You knew he didn’t mind, but he was so… economical in his communication, that you felt flightier than ever sometimes. Of course, these days whenever you apologized he kiss your nose and told you it was fine.

Grogu made little tracks in the snow leading the way, Seamus dutifully by his side, to a tall Fraser, it was quite straight and full. He ducked under it, and Seamus sat looking at you. You could hear the little one babbling, little happy patos, and mrapps. You smiled.

“It’s perfect, Grogu.” you exclaimed walking around it, then added in mock suspicion, “have you done this before?”

You ducked your head under to look at him solemnly, “would you ask the tree if it is okay for us to bring it home? It’s alright if we have to continue looking”

Grogu smiled and looked seriously at the tree, placing his small hands on the trunk, he closed his eyes, and his ears lowered in concentration. Then his ears popped to attention and he nodded and cooed in the affirmative. You smiled back.

“Excellent! Please tell the tree to send its spirit down into the earth so we may cut it.” You then took one of the branches in your hand like before, “Thank you for becoming part of our midwinter celebrations.” You pulled some fertilizer sticks from your coat pocket and handed one to Din and one to Grogu and showed them how you tucked into the cold ground the best you could. Your boys followed suit. With that, you held up the bowsaw to Din, “Would you like the honors?”

Din knelt, scooped Grogu who had started climbing the lower branches, handed him to you, then started to draw the saw back and forth.

“Well, we’ll have to watch out for that!” You laughed.

You and Din dragged the tree to the farmer's son, he took your money and pocketed it, and offered to take it to the car so you may enjoy some cocoa in the warming house. You told him which car was yours and he started the short trek to the parking lot, while you, Din, Grogu, who was back in his carrier, and Seamus went to the warming house, it smelled of cookies and cocoa and evergreen. String lights hung from the rough-hewn beams over your head. Just as you made your way to the woodstove someone called your name cheerily-

“You’re under the mistletoe!”

You looked up and yes, you indeed were under a large lovely sprig. Din looked up nonplussed.

“Kiss her!” said the same someone, who turned out to be Jakob, Pansy’s husband. Din looked at you with a small smile. You smiled back, murmuring a short explanation of the tradition, and then gave yourself an internal pat on the back for its brevity- which had become a little tradition of your own.

“Well, if I must,” Din winked and mindful of Grogu joined you under the mistletoe, holding you close. He tipped your chin gently up and brought his pillowed lips to yours. It was warm and wanting but chaste in front of an audience, and when the cheers filled the space you both smiled mid-kiss.

Both your faces warmed at the reception, Din’s ears reddening with a dusting of color in his cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. He looked down into your eyes, which he noted were twinkling.

After hot chocolate, a spice cookie (two for Grogu, for he had levitated one while no one was looking), a biscuit for Seamus, and some cheerful conversation, you bid farewell to everyone and made your way back to the car. It had started to snow gently as you piled into the car.

You listened to carols and holiday music in the car and before you knew it you were untying the tree and bringing it into the house.

After the lights and decorating the tree, you sat, the lot of you, Seamus leaning on Din, Grogu leaning on Tabitha, and Willow in your lap. All on the floor, just looking at the tree. With the living room lights off, the space illuminated only by the twinkling lights on the tree and the flickering glow from the fireplace. The only sound was the crackling fire and the cats purring. Your heart swelled at the thoughts of Grogu’s awe at the shiny balls. His big eyes turned to saucers. (Din made some very clear rules about the glass baubles)

The moment was broken when Grogu suddenly decided it was time to climb the tree again. You and Din exchanged lighthearted grimaces at his speed.

“Oh boy,” you said as you scooped him in your arms. “Okay, bub, another rule about the tree, no climbing.” You turned to the cats, “I am talking to you two too.” You pointed at them sternly, Willow just yawned and Tabitha blinked at you then walked away. Grogu laughed and held onto your shirt, he appreciated the rule including all parties.

“Here let me show you something. Din, you too.” you sat with your back to the tree, and Din raised an eyebrow. You laid back on the wood floor and pushed yourself with your feet like a mechanic going under a car, so your head is under the tree. Taking Grogu off your chest you placed him down on his back next to you. Again his eyes grew and he cooed in awe.

Din smiled and ducked under to lay beside you, as he looked up into the tree at this new angle, you wordlessly took his hand as you looked up at the faerie lights, the tiny animals of wood and felt, the shiny baubles and feathery limbs hanging above.

Quietly you began to hum, murmuring the words to O Tannenbaum.

Grogu was asleep before the last stanza. Din gave your hand loving squeeze and picked up his snoozing son to bring him to his room. You were still under the tree when he returned. He took a moment to just look at you before he clambered back under it.

Din was very aware of his immediate attraction to you, found himself very quickly wanting to protect you. You were so bright, beautiful, caring, selfless, and stronger than you knew. The times he got to hold you, he never wanted to let go. They say revelation is not a burning bush, big and flashy. But comes to you in a chink of sunlight, seen from the corner of your eye or within the space between heartbeats.

It happened that moment in bed, Din holding you while you held Grogu. He even had admitted it to Dave. And again, here with you on the floor, looking up into the tree.

The revelation… became words, between heartbeats, I love you. Beat. I love you. Beat. I love you.

“Hi.”

“Hey there, it’s been a long day. You’re not ready to turn in?”

Din brought his arm under your head, you rested it there a moment. The two of you just looked at each other in the warm glow, shadows of branches crisscrossing your faces.

“Nope.” He tightened his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. His mouth found yours. It began as sort of giggly kisses, just playing a little. You rolled onto your side and raked your fingers in Din's curls, they were getting long, having not cut his hair since Navarro. Then you closed your fingers in them giving a little pull, lighting him up like the tree above your heads, he gave something between a hum and growl and nixed any and all plans to cut his hair anytime soon.

Suddenly Din pulled you out from under the tree and took the upper hand. You cried out laughing as he caged you under him. He looked at you for a moment, the tiny lights still reflected in your eyes.

Din's head came down again and captured your lips in a deeper kiss. His leg across yours. The warmth rolling through your pelvis made you wanted to open them, invite him to slot himself between them… as if he could read your mind, his foot nudged them, separating your calves. The muscles in your legs twitched as pleasure centers lit up. You opened for him and Din wasted no time positioning himself fully over you, nestled between your thighs his hands on either side of your head. He gently turned your face and brought his lips to the place he knew pulled the sweetest little sounds from you, below your ear. He decided to give an experimental suckle and was rewarded with a little gasp, your hips gave an involuntary buck. When you opened your eyes again, his brown eyes were on you soft, his brows perched with a question. A hand came up and traced your jawline. You put your hand gently over his and pressed your cheek into his hand.

“What is it, Din?”

“I- well, I hoped- I wondered if I might join you in your room. If you want-”

“Din," you smiled. "I most definitely want.”

“You do?”

“I do, I have wanted-”

“Me too.”

“Tell me,” you whispered.

“I want,” Din’s voice dropped lower.

You shivered at the words, at his voice. Din stood, pulling you with him.

Then without warning Din picked you up, arm under your knees.

You gave the smallest of yips in surprise, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Din, you- I- please don't hurt yourself!”

“I've lifted klatooinians, I can most certainly carry my cyar’ika.”

In a voice meant only for responding to the most romantic of statements, "I don't know what a 'klatoonin' is, but um thank you for not calling me Junebug just now.”

Din laughed and came in for a kiss, as he carried you down the hall to your room.

You knelt on the bed in front of him, the height of it gives you a few more inches, you looked at Din from this new vantage point. His patchy scruff, the dimple that was teasing, his curling hair. Putting your hands under the hem of his oatmeal Henley, you ran your palms up his body bringing the shirt up with them. When it came over his head it mussed that rich brown hair. You smiled. You looked at his shoulders and chest in the low light, while the beskar had protected him well, you could see many scars, perhaps from places it doesn't cover, where he only had the heavyweight canvas flight suit for protection. You leaned in and gently kissed one that sat outside what would be the safety of his pauldron, and then another, you lips meeting his warming body, you looked up at him, Din hooded eyes shined a little as he looked down at you his Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow.

“Is this okay,” you asked.

He nodded

You mapped his wounds, stopping at each to give it singular attention. When you got to his hip bone he gave a small strangled moan and pulled you up to him.

"I'm going to kiss them all,” you told him, cupping his cheek.

“I know you will.”

He looked into your eyes then down at the flannel pajama shirt you were wearing, unicorns with winter scarves and hats this time, and his hands came up to the first button, sliding it back through the hole and down to the next, and the next, this was when he stopped and looked into your face searching for silent permission. You smiled again, a silent yes. And he opened your top like he is carefully opening a gift from under the tree, that he knew was fragile. You shivered, and unbuttoned the last two buttons as he looked at your bare shoulders and chest. He pressed his plush lips into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, then trailed downward, you arch into his kisses. It's been so long, his lips leave tingling heat wherever they touched. Your pajama bottoms were slung low, showing your belly, long silver lines stretching over it left over from carrying Fiona. As he got closer you were momentarily self conscious, Din looked at them reverently tracing them gently and laid you back on the pillows so he may have access. His kisses, feather light on them. When he’d kissed each one his mouth traveled back up your torso, to the valley between your breasts. Your breath continued to quicken. When he took one into his warm mouth, your breath caught.

“Is this alright?” Din checked in as his heart hammered.

Din's experience has generally been focused on the endgame of release, there was little intimacy, and kissing was still brand new territory. When he had told you this, you laughed lovingly, telling him he was a quick study.

“Yes, it’s more than alright.”

It was still dark, feet tangled together, this time in rag wool socks. Sexy or no, it was winter in the foothills of a small northern town. The dim clock read 3 a.m.

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“That was-”

“Yeah.”

“Din?”

“Yeah.”

“I am really glad we are anatomically compatible.”

You thought for a moment you stepped into too weird an area because Din was silent, then the bed started to shake from his silent laughter, and it didn't subside before-

“Me too, Mesh'la,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“I'm sure we would have made it work, but, this was…” you turned and as there is no moon out you couldn't see, so your kiss lands on the corner of his mouth.

“How do you say I love you in mando'a?” You stilled, shocked at your own boldness.

But the tightening of Din's arms told you you're fine, more than fine. You felt his smile on your cheek.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, it translates to 'I will know you forever'."

"nee kar-" you test it on your tongue, "tile garh- "

"-darasuum." Din said again.

"dahrah-soom?"

"Dah RAH soom."

"nee kar-TILE garh dah-RAH-soom," you said

"Yes. Yes, cyar." Din kissed your forehead, then placed his forehead there.

“I will know you forever. I love you.” After a beat, “Junebug.”

You could feel him smirk. And you laughed against your will.

“Do you really not like Junebug?”

“No, I do… I've just always associate it with being little I guess…” grown-ups only ever called me that. Bev and Dave still do, they are allowed.

Din chuckled, “so am I allowed? Sometimes?”

“Yyyyeah.” You said in mock annoyance.

"What is a Junebug anyway?"

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NOV 2022

fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom

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STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Making Out with Ani by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Din Djarin helping with your fear of animals by @archieimagines (cw: fear, anxiety, banthas)

Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

Oceans in the Desert by @wyn-n-tonic (cw: grief, loss)

Ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest by @archieimagines

Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) (a season two divergent series)

Touching Din by @archieimagines (sfw touching, angst)

✨ Fennec Shand

Indigo by @artemiseamoon (modern, cinderella, fairytale au) (prince!fennec x ofc)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Shower/Bath Sex with Luke by @laserbrains (afab!reader) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)

First Lady by @tropodyn (sith!obi wan) (f!reader) (link no longer available 😭)

Stardust (And Other Varieties) by @wickedscribbles (cis afab reader) (cw: implied age gap, force bone, library, mature adult content) **

Temptation’s Kiss by @hellotherekenobi

✨ Poe Dameron

Alright, That Happened by @dreamlandcreations (cw: hair pulling, kinktober) **

Survive Now, Then Flirt by @flightlessangelwings (cw: mild violence, angst) (gn!reader)

You Are In Love (series) by @alwritey-aphrodite (modern au) (f!reader)

ANDOR

✨ Cassian Andor

Hold Me Through the Storm by @archieimagines

✨ Kino Loy

Hoping Against Hope by @saradika (kino loy x wife!oc) **

✨ Ruescott Melshi

Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal (a three part prison /narkina 5 au) (f!reader) **

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Helping Marc Through a Panic Attack by @archieimagines (cw: grief, panic, anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst)

Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines

✨ Steven Grant

Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines

Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines

Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)

I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)

✨ Frankie Morales

Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man

Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever

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Namor the Sub-Mariner

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

✨ Werewolf by Night

Jack Russell

Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)

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For the Love of Fic: October 10

Every time I feel like I’m getting caught up in my reading, another wave of truly fun fic comes rumbling my way. This isn’t all Kinktober, but it certainly has its run of the town at the moment....

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Kinktober 2022 by @chaoticgeminate Okay. Okay okay okay Kinktober is starting out just how I like it, soft and slow. If Javi’s gonna talk quietly in my ear while he softly wakes me up and helps me over the edge like in Day One’s dirty talk session, I’m gonna have problems. Updating now on Day Four and holy craps the feels. This is so emotionally fulfilling. Updating on Day Seven: I love how each day is a different exploration of their relationship, and now I wanna dress my own boy up as Oberyn so bad.... Updating on Day Nine: This is just a wall-to-wall soft sexfest and I’m so here for it.

The Last Blockbuster: Who’s On First? by @blueeyesatnight I was so excited to see an update to this series, especially after the cliffhanger it was left on last time. This one though really makes the RC examine her feelings and her own hangups about wealth and nice things and what she thinks she deserves. It twisted my heart in a good way...and was tempered by a lot of comedy. I’m such a slut for a funny love scene...

Hechizado part 2 by @grogusmum Oh ho, the enchantment is on. I love this little witch and her meddling familiar. And what I love more is a doofy, bewitched meow meow of a Javi coming to woo.

FRANKIE MORALES

Anything, Everywhere by @something-tofightfor Rachael’s relationships are always so real and visceral. I love the intimacy shown through vulnerability in her writing and her very first Kinktober prompt is no exception. And because of that vulnerability, Frankie is a perfect choice for a phone sex piece--I can’t think of another man I’d want to try it with either. This story is part of a bigger universe that I’ve yet to read, but it really stands alone (when it alludes to sexytimes in the past I’m not lost, it just makes me want to read the series even more).

Kinktober 2022 A/B/O by @clydesducktape The omegaverse gives me tingles because it taps into my lizard brain. All the drive and want to satisfy the senses, the incorporation of scent and marking...it’s just my thing I guess. And then you have soft Frankie. And in 400 words, Thia takes it slow and weaves a spell so unbreakable it has my whole body on lock. This. Is. Delicious.

MARCUS MORENO

Vanilla by @radiowallet I mean, one would assume Marcus is as much of an honorable sweetheart in the sheets as he is on the beat, but one would assume very very wrong. If Marcus is vanilla, he is top grade, gourmet, triple-churned, and dripping with it. If this is vanilla, then vanilla has a pretty rich flavor profile, if you ask me.

Tentacles [or: Is He Really That Into You] by @ezrasbirdie Marcus is the definitive sweet and hot sauce of the Pedro boys. Think about how sweet he is in the street and how strong he is that would make him an absolutely great lay...and then add tentacles. ADD TENTACLES. LIKE A TAKEOUT ORDER. I’LL HAVE THE NUMBER 10 SWEET AND HOT WITH EXTRA SUCKERS PLZ.

OBERYN MARTELL

No Sense by @something-tofightfor A fun little sampler plate with Oberyn in the sheets. A little bondage, a little sensory dep, a little food play, some nice, real intimacy. There’s even a tiny dusting of angst...if only I could have an Oberyn all to myself....

JAVIER PEÑA

Mailroom Crush part 8 by @littlemisspascal I’m so happy to see another chapter of this series that is cleverly woven into Narcos season 3. There is a very satisfying comeuppance and a very soft homecoming after one of the most stressful events of the season. And all I want in the world is to wake up wrapped in a DEA hero’s arms....

DITER BRAVO

Cockwarming & Morning Sex by @jazzelsaur It’s all there in the title. It’s so sloppy and relaxed and sweet and visceral. I want it so much. Holy shit.

PERO TOVAR

Sex Toys by @jazzelsaur There are too many things here that completely frazzled my brain. Modern Pero. Nonchalance about the vibrator. The challenge to get you off with it. His own pleasure. The soft kissing at the end. The want for more. And then there’s the mentions of just soft lazy hours of stoned sex? I’m boneless.

The One With The Jellyfish by @unhinged-summer-fun There’s something so sweet and hot and sad about someone who thinks they have inadequacies enough that they do not deserve your attentions...not realizing that the cloud of their sorrows causes hurt for the object of their affection. Oh Pero. Just take her. She wants you. SHE WANTS YOU. I WANTS YOU.

EZRA

Dear Friend by @psychedelic-ink I mean, it should be heartbreaking for me, having a crush on Ezra and listening to him get his rocks off with another woman over the phone. But it isn’t. It’s hot. It’s unbelievably hot.

Homestead - Part One: Sow by @jazzelsaur Jess says this is just a Barbie dream farmhouse for her to play around in as if she needs to set down any expectations. I don’t care what order these snippets come from. If farmer Ez is just as charming as he is in this meet cute as he is in the installments to come, sign me up.

#for the love of fic #kinktober 2022 #tuwomt fanfic #javi gutierrez #triple frontier fanfic #frankie morales #wcbh fanfic #marcus moreno #got fanfic #oberyn martell #narcos fanfic #javier peña #the bubble fanfic #dieter bravo #the great wall fanfic #pero tovar #prospect fanfic #ezra

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maybege · 2 years

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Oooo so many good prompts to choose from but I think…

277! With Paz!

Maybe tying his hands up behind his head and teasing him. Rolling your hips across his, rubbing your clit right in front of his face, leaning down to kiss him but as soon as he starts to kiss back pulling away.

He gets all grumbly and starts growling- his eyes darkening and getting feral. His biceps bulging as he strains against the rope- cursing himself for teaching you how to tie knots. His breathing all heavy, lifting you ontop of his chest as his lungs fill with oxygen.

Maybe he breaks the bed frame? Idk thoughts?

Hehehe I can’t wait! But take your time if you have other requests! 😘 Love you!❤️

First of all I want to thank you both for sending in such a lovely request (tagging @clydesducktape so you'll get the notif!) because they together so wonderfully! And what better AU to fit them into than the Calmer AU with beloved alpha!Paz because (fun fact!) for the OG story line I had a very similar idea that I put aside as the story progressed but then I get these asks here and I am like 👀👀 "time to dust off the keyboard!". Either way, I hope you will enjoy this piece, let me know what you think!

Tied Up

Summary: You and Paz get rid of a disagreement in a rather unconventional way. (set in Calm)

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, bondage (?), the tiniest hint of dubcon that gets resolved very quickly, oral sex (m receiving, degradation (f receiving), dirty talk, choking (consensual), cream pie, knotting

Prompts: #3"I'd hold onto something if I were you." #33 "I just want to please you." #333 "I love to see you squirm, now I want to hear you moan." #277 "I can't hold back anymore."

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“Something’s wrong,” you muttered, frowning as you fiddled with a loose thread on a shirt you were embroidering.

“What is it?” Chants asked.

You had decided to spend your lunch break by walking from the local school to the healing tent and keeping your friend company while he tidied up his inventory.

“It’s Paz,” you admitted quietly, “Ever since we came home, he has been –“

“Absolutely in love with you?” your friend provided, sniffing a string of herbs before grimacing.

Your shoulders fell. “Tense, actually,” you put the fabric on your lap, “Really tense.”

Chants tilted his head. “Are you sure?” he asked, “I have never seen an alpha as in love with his omega as he is with you.”

“I know,” you sighed, instantly feeling bad that you had doubted your alpha’s feelings, “It’s not that he is not affectionate. But he is … stressed. All the time. I don’t know what is going on and I don’t think he is ready to share it yet and –“

Chants hummed, putting the herb in a jar and storing it away. “Maybe he is tired of carrying the pleasure.”

“What?”

“It’s something I noticed when I worked as a calmer,” he explained, “Sometimes alphas are just … tired, I guess? And then they need someone else to pull the strings in the bedroom department.”

You frowned, “You mean …?”

“You know,” he shimmied his shoulders, “Spice it up a little, maybe? Tie him to the bed and make him feel good, I don’t know, whatever floats your boat.”

“I never,” you swallowed, feeling insecurity flooding you, “I never really, uh, do something like that. I – I am not even sure I want to.”

Chants shrugged and you felt even worse. “I’m just saying what worked for me. Who knows, maybe your alpha just had a bad day?”

As soon as the door swung open, you sat up in bed. “Alpha!”

Paz’s figure filled out the doorway completely and his scent immediately filled the room. Your smile disappeared when you noticed the frustration and exhaustion that radiated off him.

He did not say anything as he entered the room but the way he stomped over to the table was enough to let you know that this had been another bad day. In a long line of bad days.

“Thought you’d be asleep already,” he grunted, “It’s late.”

“I, uh, I wanted to wait for you,” you revealed with a smile, your hands fiddling with the lace on your nightgown. You wondered if he noticed that it was new. That you had bought it only for him. “How, uh, how was your day?”

You watched as he started to undress, piece after piece of his armour landing on the table while he said nothing.

“Alpha,” you murmured, sitting up on your knees as he walked towards the bed. His eyes did not meet yours and your heart fell when you saw the dark circles under his eyes.

“Not now,” he mumbled, sitting down heavily with his face in his hands, “Let’s just ... let’s just sleep, ‘mega, yes?”

You huffed, lying down with your back to him while he blew out the candle. Chants’ words did not leave you that night.

The moment you woke up and still felt Paz fast asleep behind you, you knew that this was your chance. You snuck out of bed, your feet silent on the plush carpets he had gotten for you when you had moved in with him.

Outside, the sun was slowly rising and illuminated your home with golden light. Your eyes found the silk scarves you had set out to embroider for the colder season and you realized that they would be the perfect tool for what you had in mind.

Paz was still sprawled on his back, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths and you forced yourself to attune yourself to him. There was no reason to be nervous, right?

Right?

Carefully, you lifted his hand to the bedpost, fiddling with the fabric in your hand. He was still fast asleep and you found yourself doubting if this was such a good idea. But before you could pull your hand back, his big hand snapped shut around your wrist and you flinched.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I, uh, wanted to surprise you?” you asked, watching the way one of his eyes blinked open. He sounded groggy, still, and your eyes slid to the way his muscles bulged ad he raised his other hand to the bed post.

“My omega wants to be in charge?” he chuckled, sounding a tad bit too amused for your liking.

“I can be in charge,” you protested, your heart skipping a beat at the way his grin and legs widened as soon as the words had left your mouth. He was completely bare and you gulped when you saw his cock looking a little less soft than it usually did.

“Sure thing, love,” he grinned, relaxing into the pillows, “Show me what you can do.”

Your breath hitched, “Really?”

He laughed, “Really. Now tie those knots and get back into bed, ‘mega.”

The soft fabric was slippery between your fingers as you tried to hastily get the knots together. Somewhere in the back of your mind you tried to remember that one time Paz had tried to teach you how to tie a proper knot but, in your desire-fuelled speed you were sure you had skipped one or five steps.

But Paz did not seem to mind. His eyes followed you as you climbed between his legs, pushing he blankets to the side until it was just you two on the bed. Your heart was beating so fast you started to feel faint, overwhelmed by the prospect of being the one in charge.

But you just wanted to please him.

Paz titled his head, the line between his brows more prominent and you took a deep breath, bracing your hands on his thighs before he could ask what was wrong.

“I just want to please you,” you whispered finally, leaning down to kiss your way up his strong thighs. Your nails lightly scraped over the sensitive skin and you could see his cock twitch and felt your heart skip a beat.

“You’re always pleasing me, omega,” he replied, his breath hitching when your hand slid over his other thigh before cupping his balls. They felt heavy and you leant forward, your nose bumping against his shaft.

“You’ve been distant though,” you pouted, licking a long stripe up his cock. His hips rose off the bed and you smiled when you heard him curse.

He was fully hard now, his cock resting against his belly and your pussy clenched around nothing when you remembered what it felt like to have him inside you. But that was not what you were here for.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you confessed before letting a drop of saliva land on his cock, closing your hand around him and pumping him once, twice –

“I always want you,” he grunted, his voice low and guttural, “Sometimes so much, it hurts to be away from you.”

His hips rose just as you closed your lips around the tip of him, his actions driving his cock deeper into your mouth and you choked, stretching out your tongue to make more space and the sound that left Paz was enough to send a wave of wetness down your folds. He tasted salty, drops of precome spreading over your taste buds and you swallowed, trying to fit around him in any way possible.

“Shit, I forgot how good you look gagging on my cock,” Paz commented, sounding way too put together considering how far he was down your throat, “And you love it, don’t you?”

You hummed around him, pushing down further before becoming up for air. Your fingers were covered in drool from where it was gathering around the base of his cock and the corners of your mouth felt way too stretched but you also could not ignore the pulsing between your legs.

You wiggled your hips, trying to somehow get more (any) pressure on your clit which resulted in you ungraciously humping the air. You kept moving your head, trying to take him deeper and pump your fingers around what you could not fit your lips around.

Paz groaned, “C’mon, love, straddle my leg, that’s a good girl. Rub your pretty cunt all over my leg like, fuck – there we go.”

You whimpered, the pressure on your clit absolute bliss paired with the smell of his arousal. Your brain felt foggy and you hiked up your night gown around your hips, allowing yourself more movement as you ground against his leg.

Why had you never done this before? It felt exhilarating, pleasing him this way and getting to be pleased by it.

“You really thought you could be in charge, huh, little one?” he teased you, “Now look at you, humping my leg like a good little omega.”

You hummed, running your tongue over the prominent vein on his shaft and smiling around him when he grunted. Your hips moved of their own accord and you felt your juices streaking on his leg, his mocking words fuelling the fire in your core even more.

He bounced his leg, just once, and you gasped, your hands flying to his hips to hold yourself steady. “Paz!”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, looking down on his cock and you got even wetter. How could he be tied up and still so demanding of attention, of authority? Everything about him was intoxicating from his voice to the way his hands clenched around the scarves and his big thighs seemed to cage you in.

Your hands splayed over his thighs again and you leaned down again, laving at him.

“I can't hold back anymore,” Paz muttered suddenly, his voice sounding more and more strained and you felt triumph wash over you.

“I don’t want you to,” you murmured against his cock, looking up at him through your lashes, “I want you to let go, Paz, please just … whatever you need, take it from me.”

He groaned at your words and you sank your mouth back on his shaft, gagging before pulling back up. At this point, you were sure you were dripping on his leg the way you were dripping saliva all over his cock.

There was a splintering sound and you flinched, pulling off his cock and resting your weight on his thigh. You glanced up, finding that Paz had, quite literally, broken free.

“I’ll get it repaired,” he grunted as he threw the piece of broken wood and scarf to the side. His eyes were dark as they fixated on you and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation, “I'd hold onto something if I were you.”

You squeaked, leaning back as if to escape him but he grinned, lunging forward and before you knew it you were on your back, your alpha above you and his knees widening your legs for him. "I love to see you squirm, but now I want to hear you moan,” he rumbled, his body caging you in.

His hand closed around your throat and you gasped, your hand flying on top of his to keep him there. “Alpha,” you wriggled, feeling his cock rest against your belly, “Please, I want you.”

“Tell me,” he growled, his nose gliding along your jawline as his breath washed over your neck, “Did you really think you could be the one in charge, hm? Ordering your alpha around?”

Your answer turned into a whine when his nose brushed over your scent gland, slowly scenting you over and over again while your throat was still in his grip.

“I thought as much,” he chuckled, “But I think you just need a fat cock in that little cunt of yours, hm? How does that sound?”

Heavenly, you wanted to reply but all you managed to do was to spread your legs even more, wanting to feel him against you in the best way. His hips moved slightly, rubbing his shaft through your folds and bumping against your clit.

“Tell me when I need to stop,” he whispered, softly kissing you as his fingers flexed around your throat, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” you breathed, arching your back, “Please, alpha, I can take it.”

“Stars, you’re desperate,” he mocked you and you whimpered, “All of this just to get your pussy filled, my my, how needy you are.”

He sat up between your legs and you whined, wanting to follow him. “Stay down,” he instructed you, leaving no space for questions and you did, sinking back into the soft mattress.

You gasped when his fingers circled your clit, his thumb rubbing over it again and again until you were shaking under his touch. Your walls fluttered around nothing and you bit your lip, your head filled with thoughts what it felt like to have him inside you again.

“You’re soaking,” he murmured, using his fingers to gently spread your pussy lips apart, “You think you are ready to take me? You know how tight this pussy grips me sometimes.”

You nodded, trying to lift your hips and he grinned, the way your pussy soaked his fingertips apparently answer enough.

He pushed inside you, his tip slowly parting you and you gasped, your mouth opening wide. It did not lose its novelty, the feeling of him inside you, and you breathed deeply, your walls clenching around him even before his tips was fully inside you.

Paz looked so focussed, his brows low as he looked down to where he stretched you apart and as if that wasn’t hot enough, his hand tightened around your neck, his thumb brushing over your scent gland in the process.

Your eyes rolled back in your head.

“There we go,” he praised you quietly, “Breathe for me, love, breathe.”

And you did. His fingers weren’t tight enough by far to cut off your air flow but you still held your breath, feeling like his cock was punching their air out of your lungs. “You’re so big,” you breathed, your voice weak from pleasure, “Alpha, you’re –“

“I know,” he soothed you, leaning down to softly kiss your cheek as his hips kept working him inside you, “My cock is too big for you, hm?”

You nodded, your walls fluttering around him as his shaft stroked that spot inside of you.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his teeth catching on your lobe, “I’ll make it fit.”

A whimper left you and you threw your arms around his neck, forcing him to let go of your neck. He breathed deeply, his hips snapping against your faster and harder as he almost held you up just by sheer force of will, pressing your entire bodies together.

“I love you so much, ‘mega,” he whispered burying his face in your neck as his cock reached even deeper, “I’m gonna fill you so good and then I am going to spend the rest of the day making you come on my knot.”

The mention of his knot was what had you on the edge, the muscles in your inner thighs spasming as your walls fluttered and clenched around him, your juices dripping on the bedding underneath you.

“Alpha, please,” you breathed, “I want – want your knot, please –“

He growled, his hips speeding up and before you knew it, all the muscle in your bodies relaxed, your pushy clamping around him as you bit into his shoulders, trying to keep quiet in the early morning hours.

“Stars, you’re tight,” he cursed and you could feel the base of him swelling, his knot catching on your walls until he stilled, his cock reaching as deep as ever. You were still coming around him when he came inside you, his come being stopped from escaping you by his knot.

Your lower belly felt strangely full and with his knot growing to its full size. Paz huffed, resting his weight on top of you and you giggled when his stubble brushed over your cheek. His hand came up to cup your other cheek and he rested his forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other.

“I am sorry I have been avoiding you, omega,” he murmured, gently rolling over until he was on his back and you were on top of him. Your legs fell to his sides and you stretched your neck, wanting to kiss him even more now.

“I’m just worried,” you explained, running your hand over his stubble and to his scent gland, “Ever since we came back you have been so distant and I wasn’t sure if maybe – maybe you regretted your decision to be with me?”

You voice got quieter towards the end and you cursed yourself for how feeble you sounded but when you saw the pain in Paz’s eyes you knew that all your worries had been unnecessary.

“Omega,” he started, his voice breaking, “I have never regretted my decision to be with you and I never will. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I,” he sighed, letting his head fall into the pillows and you shuffled up, going as far as the knot would allow you to without hurting you, “The truth is, I have been so tense because these meetings are keeping me away from you. I just – They frustrate me endlessly and not having you there makes it even worse.”

He took a deep breath, kissing your temple, “I should not have taken it out on you, ‘mega, and I am sorry. I promise to do better in the future.”

“Just …” you filled with his warrior’s seal that was still around your neck, “Just let me know next time, yes? I can’t stand to see you not feeling well.”

He smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkling, “I promise, I will. In fact,” he shifted, his fingers pulling you closer by your chin, “I will take the day off today and spend it with you. How does that sound?”

You laughed into his kiss, “That sounds wonderful, alpha.”

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radiowallet · 2 years

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Celebrate

Summary: Marcus, you, and Frankie discuss celebrating your first Pride month together. Part of the Like a River universe. Takes place approximately 7 months into their relationship.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

WC: 981

Warnings: Established polyam relationship, m/f/m dynamics, FLUFF, drinking, everyone being stupid cute.

Thank you to @writer-wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape!

“Should we celebrate?”

You look around the booth at each other, the pitcher of beer you had been sharing almost gone as May ticks slowly to a close, June 1st right around the corner. It’s a valid question, but the three of you are quiet, all mulling separately for an answer.

Marcus is twisting his glass back and forth, the logo of the bar turning in circles, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes on the table, a shy smile pulling at the corners of his lips. The low light of the bar is reflecting in his glasses, giving him a distinct sort of glow.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

Frankie leans in closer to the other man, one arm reaching for the pitcher, the other brushing gently along his own. It’s subtle, just enough touch to settle Marcus’s busy hands. Frankie doesn’t move away, even as he fills his glass and pushes the pitcher back to the center of the table.

“We could look for a parade or something?” The pilot suggests, his plush lips hovering along the rim of his glass, hat pulled down low so only the two of you can see his eyes. The suggestion is quiet, with no real intent behind it, and it dies in the air soon after Frankie takes a sip of beer.

This thing with the three of you is still new, still (somewhat) undefined, still so precious. You’re selfish, all of you are, and the idea of sharing this brand new thing makes your heart lurch in two different directions. You can see it years down the road, hand in hand in hand, celebrating with the world that you get to love whoever the fuck you want, but tonight? Tucked away in this crappy bar, shoulders pressed tight and your cheeks warm with one too many beers, fingers brushing and knees knocking?

You’d rather keep this just for you. Just for a little bit longer.

“Maybe next year?” You ask, and both men are nodding, another chorus of shy smiles traded back and forth across the booth. Not long after that Frankie is sliding out of the bar to close the tab, courteous as always, taking the empty glasses and pitcher with him, saving their sweet-faced waitress the trouble. Marcus is busying himself with sliding a few bills from his wallet, counting out way too big a tip for two pitchers and a basket of pretzels but past behavior has taught you to just roll with it.

He’s thinking loudly, mind clearly still preoccupied with the month of June and what that means for him and for you and for Frankie. He’s a peculiar specimen— Marcus Moreno— his heart on his sleeve and his mind locked tight. Sometimes neither of you really know what he’s planning until the answer is right in front of you. Earnest and sweet and intuitive; it’s no wonder his heart found a home between your passion and Frankie’s quick mind.

“What are you thinking over there, baby?”

His cheeks tinge pink, the pet name still new, but he preens beneath it, fingers reaching to tangle with your own.

“Not much, Pajarito.”

You don’t believe him.

A few days later you’re walking through Marcus’s front door, Frankie’s arm slung around your shoulders. There’s a quiet night planned— a home-cooked meal and a movie on the couch.

You’d been looking forward to it all week, the Moreno home feeling more and more like home as the seasons shift and change around your relationship. The house is cozy, the bright scent of citrus wafting from room to room, warm colors that remind you of the heat of the sun. There’s family pictures lining the walls, blankets tossed across the couch to ward off the chill of the air conditioning and there’s always always a vase of flowers placed at the center of the large kitchen table.

Sunflowers on Missy’s birthday. Wildflowers on the first day of spring. Daisies for Mother’s Day. It’s almost like a game, trying to guess what inspired the Heroic as he strolled through the flower shop.

Who was on his mind.

Who was in his heart.

You follow the smell of simmering spices into the kitchen, your mouth already watering, Frankie calling for Marcus as you go. You find him standing at the stove, stirring a pot with marked concentration hair tousled and forearms exposed. You can practically feel Frankie fighting the urge to make a “kiss the cook” joke, a little huff of air escaping his lips as he looks over the other man.

You, on the other hand, can’t seem to find your voice. Your heart is stuck in your throat, your eyes glued to the small flower arrangement placed just so at the center of the kitchen table.

A mason jar sits there, filled with water and one single flower. Its white petals have been dyed, soft shades of purple fading to blues to greens and yellows, ending with a patch of orange and pink. The pastel colors catch perfectly in the low kitchen light, creamy smooth and gently pleasing. It should look synthetic, unnatural and forced, but it’s anything but. This flower is beautiful. Stunning and simple and presented with love.

It’s no mystery who Marcus was thinking of when he walked into the flower shop today.

You startle when a hand touches your shoulder, Marcus’s deep baritone pulling your attention back to your boys.

“For us,” he admits quietly.

Just behind him, you can see Frankie has taken over stirring, brown eyes watching you both, lips curling up in that tender way that makes your toes curl. Something stirs low in your belly, a feeling so far and so close to hunger, and you smile at both of them.

And when you ask if dinner will keep, no one is surprised. And no one disagrees.

After all— you’re celebrating.

Big thanks to my dearest @jazzelsaur and @magpie-to-the-morning for beta-reading this sugary mess and promising me it was worth posting.

And a huge thank you to everyone reading this and any of my writing! It's hard to explain how much it continues to mean to me.

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#Like a River drabble #writer wednesday #Marcus Moreno fic #Frankie Morales fic #Marcus Moreno x F!reader x Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales x f!reader x Marcus Moreno #frankie catfish morales #marcus moreno #francisco morales #Triple Frontier fic #we can be heroes #Triple Frontier au #We can be heroes au

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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Hi M! Congrats on the milestone! 🥳 Could I request the following for either Kylo or Clyde?

“Stay away from me?”

and/or

“I trusted you!” / “You were a fool to trust someone like me.”

Maybe some angst or whump? Feel free to use whatever inspires you! 💕

Hi Meg! 💕

Thank you so much!

So... I began thinking which one I wanted to write for and which prompt to use when a devil on my shoulder asked me a simple question. Why not both of them? Why not all of it? So that's what I did.

This is either going to work or fail specularly. Let's see how it goes.

My eternal thank you to Thia, @clydesducktape who really helped me with this, being my sounding board and the bestest beta reader. Thank you 💕

Seeing double

Kylo Ren x reader, Clyde Logan x reader

Rating Mature

Word count 1,9k

Warnings: Angst, whump, attempted murder, implied manslaughter, kidnapping, blood, wounds, time travel (or is it?), hurt/comfort, alternate universes

Summary: Kylo Ren has been betrayed. Clyde Logan finds someone who is hurt.

Your mouth tasted like ash. Ash and desperation.

Gone was the sweet aftertaste of the kiss Kylo had given you when he left your quarters early in the morning. Gone was the tasty bitterness of the kaf you had sipped on your way to your workstation. Gone was the stale air that had been sucked out of your lungs when the stormtroopers barged into your station and hauled you away.

They’d taken you so efficiently, mostly because you had been so shocked over their audacity. But once your flight or fight -instinct had kicked in, you hadn’t gone down easy. Kicking, screaming, punching, grabbing one blaster out of one of the troopers, you met them head-on.

Now many of your captors lay strewn across the floor as you panted, the crimson liquid dripping down your curled fingers. Your knees wobbled and you knew it was only a matter of minutes until you’d collapse. Something made your neck prickle, almost like a premonition, and with the strength you didn’t know you had, you turned on your heels to face the door that whooshed open.

In stepped a creature made of the horrors that only lived deep inside the world of nightmares and trials of fire licked your skin. He was dressed head to toe in black, not an inch of that creamy, pale skin you loved to trace with your fingers visible. His helmet gleamed in the iridescent light and he surveyed the scene in front of him. It was yet another moment that made you hate that helmet with burning passion since it hid Kylo’s eyes from you.

What was going through his mind when he witnessed the carnage you’d created? Did he have the answers you were desperately trying to find from your own mind as to why this happened?

You knew he kept it on for a reason since those eyes could never lie to you. Now more than ever though you wished to see them, wished to gaze into their burning darkness and see that your lover, your man was still there and not replaced by this nightmare of a puppet Snoke commanded. But even without the full knowledge, you knew that hope was futile. Because as much as Kylo might be yours temporarily, he was Snoke’s first.

There was a sick mix of prideful and condescending tone in his modulated voice when he finally filled the silence in the air between you. “I see our training paid off. But I am afraid I did not train you to defeat my soldiers. If I recall correctly, you were once my most prized soldier and I trained you to fight for me, not against me. But I guess it was a ruse from the start, now was it?”

Drip, drip, drip went the crimson line as you folded your free hand to a fist. You would not attack first and he knew it. The unsteady lightsaber held in his seemingly loose hand made sure of that. It wasn’t on yet, no red crackles bursting out of it, nor the steady whir that accompanied them bounced in the air. No, it was eerily quiet and you eyed it with trepidation.

“What do you want Kylo?”

“I want to know the truth.”

“What truth? I’ve always been truthful to you! I trusted you, so I had no reason to lie about anything!” You cried out quickly, almost able to hide the wince of pain that moving your bruised ribs gave you.

You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing you were in emotional pain. You knew he could see the physical aftermath even if your dark uniform hid most of it, but the way your heart beat against your chest in agony, screaming against the shards pushing through, that he wouldn’t get to see.

He would not get to hear you say that you loved him, that you adored him, and that you never doubted him. Not even when Kylo doubted himself the most. No, you would not give him that. Not after he’d ordered the attack on you. Because it was clear now that he had ordered this bloody mess.

To hear he believed you had lied to him cut you so deep you were certain the blood on the metaphorical ground would fill oceans. It didn’t though, because while your heart bled and wept, you didn’t let it show. Your hand, the one not bleeding, still held on to the blaster you’d stolen. It did not shake, it did not tremble. Your chin lifted defiantly, but he beat you to it, speaking again.

“You were a fool to trust someone like me wouldn’t see it. Fool to think you could outsmart me and I wouldn’t find out.” Your brows knitted together, pulling on the forming bruise on your temple. Kylo wasn’t finished yet though, his large boots clanking on the metal ground when he moved near. Acid pooled in your belly, a nervous sweat beading in the hairline. He scoffed.

“The only reason why I’m giving you the courtesy of this moment is because of my previous respect for your character. I am giving you this moment to tell me why you did it, why you fed information to the Resistance and if I am satisfied with your answer, you will face a quick death. It will not be painless, but it will be quick.”

The Resistance? He thought you were with the Resistance? Your shock must’ve been evident in your face because the cold laughter boomed from his modulator.

“Don’t hide it. I know. Now, TELL ME!” The metallic floor was illuminated with red. Kylo had activated his lightsaber, the crossguard shape crackling violently. He took his stance, legs wide and saber outstretched and you knew that inside his helmet, his onyx eyes blazed with fury.

“I am NOT…” it was all you managed to voice out when he attacked, charging at you with speed you’d only witnessed in the battlefield. You braced yourself to defend, hand pulling up the blaster but suddenly it wasn’t red that covered your entire vision, but blinding white that struck like hyperspeed. You found yourself spinning wildly, your ribs protesting loudly and a voiceless scream ripped out of your throat.

Then everything went black.

Once you came to, it was to the sight of wooden panels from all angles. Something soft was under your back and… was your hand and arm bandaged? As quickly as you could, you sat up, fighting dizziness and nausea the entire time. When your eyes and brain settled, you took stock of what place this was.

It looked like an office, but nothing like the First Order offices you’d grown accustomed to. No, this was warm. It was the only way to describe it. Warm wood panels, warm tones in the upholstery and a large desk that dominated the space. On the desk looked to be an older model mainframe unit. It was in working condition, but definitely not belonging to a high ranking officer since the unit was old and you couldn’t spot a holopad anywhere.

Did Resistance find you and bring you to their hideout? But you were First Order, why hadn’t they just killed you? Your mind whirring with questions, you began to push yourself to stand. You’d nearly managed it, wobbly knees and aching ribs included, when a door to the office opened and a large man stepped inside.

He turned to look at you, a neutral expression on his face, but you felt like a thousand pinpricks had entered your body. You swayed on your feet, gasping for air.

It was the same dark mane, the one you loved to care your fingers through. It were the same lips that you loved to kiss, the same regal nose that used to brush against yours and even the same freckles - a constellation you knew by heart - mocked you on his face.

The more you looked at him, the more unsettling the image painted in front of you was. It was the same trim waistline, same long legs encased in weird fabric, the same large shoulders, the same everything.

This was the man you thought had loved you back, the man that attacked you and tried to kill you. The only difference to before was the naked emotion in his eyes. You had never seen Kylo look at you with compassion.

“Ky-Kylo?” You whispered, your throat suddenly parched. Where was his uniform, his weapon? What was this, a cruel trick to placate you until he cut you down? What was going on?

“Terribly sorry, darlin’, but I don’t understand ya. Wha’ is a Kylo?”

His words were calm and collected. He spoke basic but the accent was unlike you had ever heard in all your travels to distant planets. And his voice was too soft to belong to the man half the galaxy feared. It was the right sound but also so wrong, because he sounded… honest. Kind. Good.

You were disoriented and it felt unsettling. There were too many questions, too many variables here. Was he saying he wasn’t Kylo Ren? Had the Resistance figured out how to clone people outside of the Kamino facilities? Clearing your throat, you croaked out the next words. “Kylo Ren. Jedikiller.”

Your lover.

“Never heard of ‘im. But if he did tha’ ta ya, I’d say ‘e better stay away from Ducktape.”

Seeing your head cock to the side with confusion for his words, the man stepped forward, nodding towards your injuries. You flinched back, still uncertain if this was a ruse or not. His brown amber eyes - a shade lighter than Kylo’s, you noted - seemed saddened by your actions.

“Just wan’ ta take a look at the bandage. Ah mean no harm, promise.”

“St-stay away from me?” Your whispered protest came out weak and more a question than a statement. The man sagged a little, shoulders tight and he nodded. He held out his hands in a placating manner and your eyes honed on the artificial one now on full display.

Not even caring that it had escaped you when he first entered, you took stock but dismissed it quickly since it didn’t seem that complicated of a hand. It was most likely not one to be used as a weapon, more as an aid. “Who, who are you? Where am I?

“Ma name is Clyde Logan. You are at mah bar, the Ducktape.”

“No. What planet am I on now?”

“Planet, darlin’?”

“Yes. What. Planet. Is. This.” You could feel anger shifting in your veins at his hedging. Your arm throbbed and ribs ached but you needed to know it now so you could figure out the next move. Figure out how much time you had before they came looking. Before the First Order came to finish the job they’d started.

“Earth.” Clyde looked at you quizzically, not seeming to understand the importance of this.

Earth? Where was that? You blanched, not having heard of a planet named that. You shifted through your mind, panic growing and swirling like a sandstorm on Tatooine desert.

Where in the Force were you?

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Shatter Me

Werewolf!Hvitserk x Werewolf!Reader

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A/N: This is such a fierce slow burn 🤣 thank you @acrossthesestars for betaing this beast. Part 3 of @clydesducktape Moon in May Event.

Warnings: mention of dead bodies, limbs, gore I guess, tension, memories, new characters introduced, the brothers being brothers, wolf changes. 18+

Word Count: 8.3k+

Tagging: @kaybee87 @a-bang-for-your-bucky @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @strangunddurm (if you’d like adding or removing let me know!)

The front door slammed behind you, shaking the frame with the force of your push and you heard the voices from the other room dwindle to nothing. Ragnar called your name but you ignored him as you took the stairs two at a time. You were in the house, what more did he want? Pausing by your bedroom, you heard Halfdan begin to make his way up the stairs when he was stopped by a panting Hvitserk.

“I wouldn’t. Just leave her alone,” he gasped.

“I want to check on her Hvitserk, nothing more.”

“Trust me." You could imagine him doubled over in a pair of joggers that were kept out in the shed for emergencies. “She’s in a mood. She just power walked all the way here and didn’t even break a sweat. I’m worn out.” Halfdan slapped Hvitserk’s bare shoulder and you heard the smile in his voice.

“So it’s you that grew soft, not her.”

“She didn’t change?” You heard Floki’s voice, calm but still inquisitive.

“She refused. I tried,” Hvitserk huffed.

“Who would want to run with you anyway, huh?” You smirked a tiny bit at Ivar’s comment. His cane thumped loudly on the wooden floorboards as he made his way to his room. “Now she’s home and I’m going to bed.” Softly you closed your door as the rest of the pack determined who was staying up to keep watch. To keep you safe.

Throwing yourself onto the covers, you buried your face into the pillow. You wish you’d never opened your big mouth, but only time would tell if you were right or not.

The morning was cool, dew clung to every surface, wetting the soles of your feet as you stepped outside. The dawn was banishing the night and you scented the air. Aside from your coffee, you could smell Ubbe and Björn a bit farther out. You couldn’t stand still, a restlessness had taken over your body, agitating your limbs and you knew why. You wanted to run. Your wolf was asking to be released, she knew she was home and safe and she wanted to be set free.

“Fine, fine!” You muttered, putting your half empty coffee cup down and removing your hoodie. Slipping off your joggers, you dived behind a bush but nothing happened. Quickly shedding the rest of your clothes you awkwardly crouched on the cold ground. “Come on!” You could feel your wolf but you struggled to connect with her, to reach across the void and touch her soft fur. Closing your eyes, you concentrated, imagining what you looked like when you were her. Your eyes bright green, your downy fur rippling in the breeze, paws the size of dishes��

Eventually your back arched as pain lanced through your body. Throwing your head back you felt your teeth grow unnaturally fast, your ribs broke and moved with earth shattering pops and cracks. Your fingers shortened, the bones themselves changing shape as whatever magic you were connected to threaded purposefully through your body. Your spine elongated, fur sprouted over your skin, feeling each pinprick as it rolled in waves over your form. Your legs snapped, your knees forming the other way and you snarled, followed by a yelp as the pain reached a peak before melting away like it had never happened.

You were huge and powerful in this form. The pads of your paws dug into the soft ground as you sprinted from a standstill towards the trees. The wind rippled through your fur, brushing you with chilled, welcoming fingers. You turned, movement racing toward you from the shadow of the trees and you feinted, only to sink your teeth into Ubbe’s neck. His wolf yipped in surprise as you both rolled on the grass from his momentum. You stopped, your forelegs over his body and your jaws held onto him for a second with a warning snarl before releasing him. You tried to go back to running but he barked at you, his eyes wide as he waved his tail high in the air. Rolling your eyes in a very un-wolflike gesture, you shook your head only for him to yip loudly at you again.

Lifting your nose to the breeze when it shifted, you sneezed at the awful smell and even Ubbe stopped mucking around. You let loose a deep howl - a howl to say you’d found something. Ubbe stayed close, protectively watching your back as you searched for the source of the smell. The smell of death.

It took an hour to follow the scent on the changing breeze, but the closer you got, the heavier the dread became. The smell was thick and cloying, sweet and rancid at the same time. You tried to breathe through your mouth but that was just as bad, the dense odor filling your senses. Ubbe started to gag, his lips pulled back from his teeth as he made a loud noise from the back of his throat. You heard a braying howl, but you couldn’t respond, the idea of sucking in a deep breath now made you want to be sick.

You saw the hand poking out from under some leaves, your ears pricking forward and then flicking side to side as you listened. There wasn’t anyone else out here and Ubbe was wearily watching a few paces away, a quiet whine of warning escaping his mouth. Trying to ignore the acrid stench of death, you sniffed deeply against the ground. Picking apart the scents in your mind, you could tell other animals had come to investigate. The musky scent of another wolf was weak and the particular aroma wouldn’t click with anything in your memory. Cautiously you approached, your hackles on end and you snarled deeply in your chest when you saw it was a young girl. She was half buried in the earth and from what you could see, she was mid change. Her eyes open and glassy as she stared at the ever brightening sky, bones twisted unnaturally. Her jaw looked broken and half her teeth were clearly wolf fangs. Trotting back over to Ubbe, feeling sick to your stomach, all you could do was wait.

Soon Ragnar, Harald and Floki arrived in human form. Hvitserk, Björn and Halfdan joined quickly in wolf form. Hvitserk was beside you in an instant, his protective nature out in full force as he nearly knocked you off your paws. Snapping angrily, your teeth flashed in the light and he dropped to his belly. Ragnar growled at you both, his eyes completely violet, and you put your teeth away. Tentatively, he reached for your broad, wedge shaped head, his fingers resting just between your lowered ears as you gazed up at him.

“Well done, hunulv,” he mumbled. “Go back to the house and wait for us there. All of you.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Turning tail, you ran. The others crowded you, their shoulders bumping yours as they surrounded you, keeping you in the middle. Björn was the largest, his pale fur and golden eyes cutting an impressive figure as he led the way back to the house. Hvitserk and Halfdan were either side of you while Ubbe covered you all from behind. You were getting tired and the run was long. The brothers set a steady pace but you were unused to running for so long in this form. Your front paw gave way and you ungracefully planted your snout in the ground. A chorus of amused yips ripped into the quiet air. Snapping peevishly, you limped back across the grass, Hvitserk using his warm body to hold you up as you made your way up the stone steps to the kitchen.

“No wolves in the house, huh? Have you forgotten the rules?” Ivar yelled from the doorway. “Go sleep it off somewhere else, yndling.” You eyed him for a moment, knowing how easy it would be to make him unsteady on his legs. But as soon as the thought formed, you let it go. Ivar wasn’t below tussling with a tired wolf on the ground and he’d probably win anyway. With a sigh you collapsed just to the side of the door, exhaustion making your eyes close. A body settled down next to you, panting heavily from the run as he watched out for danger and you knew Hvitserk wasn’t going to leave your side no matter what. You felt the others gather around and you sighed in their comforting scents. Snuggling down in the mass of fur and heaving breaths, you felt the happiest you had since you left.

The first thing you became aware of was your hunger.

You were human, your curling toes and reaching fingers told you that. Groaning, you snuggled deeply into the embrace of someone warm, pressing your face into their firm chest and listening to their accelerated heart rate.

For a moment, it felt like the last 18 months hadn’t happened and you were back here where you belonged. His chest rose against you, lips trailing delicately over your hairline as he breathed you in. Smiling to yourself you curled further into him, enjoying the heat of his body along yours. Excitement blossomed in your chest at the way his soft lips ghosted down the side of your face. Tilting your head back you could sense his lips hovering over yours, such a tender action that had you wanting to reach those last few millimetres and taste him.

But your stomach rumbled loudly and it seemed to slap some sense into you. Snatching back your naked limbs, you forced your eyes open and clutched at the blanket that had been draped over you both.

“Ubbe put it over you,” Hvitserk said as he rolled onto his back, staring up at the blue sky and watching wisps of clouds pass over. He lay with one hand behind his head, his other resting on his bare chest, and you settled back down. The stone floor wasn’t uncomfortable, you’d slept on worse. Slowly, he turned to look at you, his gaze earnest and you could see he was doing everything possible not to frighten you away. Your breath hitched in your throat, the familiar sensation of desire curled up from your gut and you just hoped he couldn’t smell it on you.

“Where is everyone?” You whispered.

“Downstairs,” he replied quietly. His pupils blew wide as the scent of your arousal clouded his senses and he swore. His hand fisted tightly on his chest. “I’m trying here. but you’re drowning me, min elskede.” He sounded strained. Even with the usual softness he always spoke with, you could hear the need behind his words. You wouldn’t admit it, but right now all you wanted was him and it confused you. Your feelings for Nick, the tense joy you felt from being home mixed with your unfinished feelings for Hvitserk that all still gathered inside you.

“Then stop breathing,” you snarled weakly. Snatching the blanket off him, you walked byinside and grabbed a sandwich off the table before retreating upstairs to get changed.

You always hated going down into the basement. It was where Ragnar kept the cage that you’d spent the first of your days as a werewolf.

You could hear Ragnar speaking and he sounded pissed. You forced yourself down the stairs to see that the whole pack had gathered. Ubbe and Björn stood with their arms crossed and matching miserable faces as Ragnar tore them a new one. How did they not notice someone dumping a dead body on our lands? What were they doing all night? He didn’t even give them a chance to answer as he paced slowly before them, his body portraying exactly how angry he was with jerky hand movements. Hvitserk glanced at you, but he looked just as angry at his brothers as Ragnar did. Harald stood watching the oldest Lothbrok boys be put in their place, a not so kind smirk lighting up his face. Ivar sat on the table, picking at his nail, having no interest in what was happening while Halfdan, Sigurd and Floki were whispering in the corner. Halfdan beckoned you over and you pulled away from Hvitserk to join them.

“What did you smell?” Floki asked, his voice hushed.

“A wolf had been there, but no scent that I recognised. It was weak. And the body was still half buried, she’d been in the ground a few days at least.”

“Similar to the last one,” Sigurd whispered. Frowning you glanced at him, his green eyes narrowing slightly. “What?”

“The last one was buried too? So someone is coming onto our land and burying these bodies and letting them surface a few days later when their scent is weak.” Shaking your head you tapped the corner of your mouth. “This is too well planned for an útlagi.”

“I have to agree,” Floki sighed.

“Werewolves have survived for centuries without female wolves, what’s the fascination now?” You pondered aloud, glancing up to find all their eyes on you. Sigurd’s uneven gaze slid to his brother over your shoulder and you knew the answer, but Ragnar broke up your little gathering.

“What can you tell me, hunulv?”

“Not a lot,” you confessed. “But I do think a meeting with this new pack should happen sooner rather than later.” Ragnar nodded, swiping a hand over his face and dragging at his bottom lip.

“Harald, Halfdan, Björn, Sigurd and Ivar stay here. I’ll take Hvitserk, Ubbe and Floki with me. Are you all right to come? Maybe you can smell something familiar.” Nodding, you nibbled at your bottom lip, casting a worried glance at Floki, but he just smiled encouragingly at you. It had been ages since you’d been embroiled in anything like this and you were worried about being the weak link within the group.

“Shit,” you hissed, pulling your phone from your pocket and frowning at the empty screen. Nothing. Not a single phone call or text from Nick. “I have to make a quick phone call,” you mumbled. Racing up the stairs you dialed his phone only to get voicemail. Bursting into the sunshine outside you tried again. “Come on, Nick.” Voicemail. This wasn’t right, something in your gut told you this was very wrong. Turning on your heel, you slammed into Hvitserk as he exited the front door, his hands flying to catch you but your senses shattered at the close scent of him. The richness of his wolf still clinging to him after this morning, mixed with the freshness of the soil and the lushness of woodland. Reeling from walking into him, you held onto his forearms, your phone pressing heavily into your palm.

“Nick isn’t picking up his phone. It’s past 10am Hvitserk and I haven’t heard from him.”

“He’s probably in a grump because you weren’t there when he woke up,” he reassured you, but you shook your head and ignored the bitterness that laced Hvitserk’s tone.

“No, that doesn’t sound like Nick. He’d blow up my phone first, find out where I was…” Moving away, you dialed again but it went straight to voicemail. You gazed at Hvitserk with pleading eyes and he sighed, exhaling through his nose just as Ragnar emerged.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can we swing by the hotel in town first? I need to check on Nick.” You hated the whine in your voice as you begged your alpha for permission. “He’s not answering and I feel like something is wrong. Ragnar, please?” You heard the way his teeth slid over themselves, but still he managed to give you a forced smile.

“Make sure he’s ok and we’ll meet you at the edge of our property. Hvitserk…” You were already moving, your faithful shadow jumping up beside you in the truck as you turned the key. Gravel kicked up under the wide tires as you sped away but you didn’t care. All you could think about was Nick and seeing him with your own two eyes.

Approaching the door of the hotel you paused, throwing a hand out to stop Hvitserk. Sniffing the air, you could smell yours and Hvitserk's faded trail from last night. And someone else's. Turning on the spot, you tried to get your bearings but the car park had been driven through and walked over too much this morning.

“I can smell Nick, but I don’t know if it’s from yesterday or if he followed us last night.”

“Let’s go and ask him shall we?” Looking up you saw his room window was still open from where you’d jumped out and a dark sense of foreboding settled over you. Entering the hotel through the back door you heard the kitchens were in full swing, the smell of breakfast still being cooked covered nearly everything else. Hvitserk was right behind you going up the stairs, his hands either side of you as though he could protect you. Listening against the room door you heard nothing.

“Don’t…!” Hvitserk tried to stop you, but you shoved the door open, bursting into the room.

“Nick?” The covers on the bed were tusselled, clothes discarded on the floor, his suitcase open on the chair. You walked into the bathroom only to find that empty. “Damn. Fuck.” Hvitserk stood by the desk, his fingertips holding down the piece of paper you’d written on yesterday, your message clearly on display.

“He’s not here,” he stated stiffly.

“Clearly. Do you think he went into town or…” you walked to the bed and sniffed. “No, no no.” Ducking down you trailed your nose along the covers.

“Found something?”

“I—,” inhaling deeper you growled. “I need to change for this.”

“I’ll wait outside.” Without another word he left, closing the door softly behind him.

“Ok…ok.” You’d only changed an hour or so ago. Changing again, so close together, was a risk for you. You shut the window before stripping, placing your clothes neatly in the bathroom before you knelt down on the cold floor. “I can do this…I’ve got this,” you whispered. But nothing happened. Your wolf was quiet, resting after the exertion of this morning. “Please. I need you.” Delving deep inside, you dredged up what you so desperately needed.

Panic erupted on your chest, stealing your breath with a rough gasp.

He’s gone. Nick's gone. Someone took him. They took him.

Your mind went into overdrive, images of Nick dead somewhere on Lothbrok land had your heart ricocheting in your chest and the wolf came alive. The change, fueled by the panic you’d been keeping locked away, raced over your body. You felt the pain much more keenly than you did this morning, manifesting in your throat as a rippling snarl. Eventually it was over but the exhaustion you felt was awful, bogging down your entire body and you stumbled on all four feet. But the world came alive at the end of your nose; Hvitserk’s intoxicating scent was so strong you tried to exhale it back out as a hacking sneeze. Moving past the door you buried your nose in the covers, smelling Nick and yourself faintly. If the stupid window hadn’t been open the scents would be stronger unless…he really did leave last night.

Snuffling loudly, you heaved your front legs up onto the bed, smelling the patch that had grabbed your interest as a human. It was faint but it was there. It matched the trail by the hotel backdoor and the memory of that wolf watching you yesterday rose to the surface. His short hair and silver flashing eyes had you growling. Dropping back to the floor you released your tired wolf, slumping onto your side once the change was done. The door opened but your eyes were so heavy you could barely keep them open.

“I got you, elskede. I got you.”

Jolting awake, the water around you sloshed wildly and you clutched the side of the bath. You were still in the hotel room, your clothes neatly stacked where you’d left them. Relaxing slightly you caught the sound of Hvitserk in the other room, but it was the smell of food that had you groaning. You heard him scoff a little laugh and imagined the way he smirked at the sound of you, licking the corner of his mouth because his tongue was always out of his mouth like the animal he was. A cup of coffee appeared around the doorframe.

“Can I bring this in?” He asked.

“How long was I asleep for? Shouldn’t we be meeting Ragnar?”

“About 20 minutes, I rang him. They’re waiting for us.”

“Shit. Shit.” Hauling yourself from the warm water you grabbed a towel and snatched the coffee. You dried off and quickly redressed, still doing up your jeans as you walked into the bedroom.

“Eat this. You’re no good to us if you drop from hunger.” Shovelling food into your mouth, you jigged on the spot at how good it tasted. Sausages, bacon, scrambled egg. You didn’t care how you looked as you tore into it all. “Still don’t like tomatoes,” Hvitserk observed quietly.

“Why you bothered to even put it on the plate astounds me,” you muttered. “What did you do anyway? Raid the kitchen?”

“I told them my newly pregnant wife was a monster and she needed whatever they had left over. The chef couldn’t have been helpful enough.”

“Wow. You’re an ass.”

“You've called me worse,” he grumbled as he looked out of the window. Looking around, you saw Hvitserk had packed Nick’s things and the suitcase stood by the door ready to go. Checking your phone you saw there was still nothing from him.

“Someone’s taken him, Hvitserk.” Your voice dipped with emotion. This was the last thing you’d ever wanted, to drag Nick or anyone else into your hideous, hidden world.

“I’m sorry, min skat. It looks that way.” His matter of fact attitude made you dump the plate down with a clatter. You felt your anger rising, ready to thunder from your body.

“You don’t sound sorry!” You snapped, showing your teeth in your distress. Hvitserk turned to watch you dab tears from your lashes as you glared furiously at him. “I suppose this is what you wanted, for him to disappear!” A sob chased your words. As much as you tried to find the fault with Hvitserk, you knew it sat with you alone. “Oh god, oh god! What if he’s dead? What am I going to tell his family?”

“Hey! Stop this!” Hvitserk’s hands were firm on your shoulders and he gave you a small shake. “We don’t know for sure…”

“You’d like that though. You’d like it if he was just no more...”

“No!” He snarled, his eyes glowed for a moment as his fingers pressed into your skin. “You are hurting and I would never wish that on you. Elskede,” his expression grew pained. “If he…I will do whatever I can to bring him back to you in one piece.” You could hear the effort it took him to say those words to you. Gently untangling yourself and wiping your face, you finally gathered yourself together.

“We should go. We’ve got a pack to meet.”

You spent the whole journey trying not to think the worst, but all you could see was Nick somewhere dark not knowing what was happening, blaming you. You knew you were wrong for taking it out on Hvitserk but in your mind all of this led to him anyway. The world blurred past you, a smattering of trees and fields as you moved closer to the unknown. You tried all your old tricks, but nothing calmed you down and you were dragged into a spiral of what had happened the last time you faced the unknown.

“Oh, wow. You live here?” You gasped as the house came into view. Hvitserk pulled the truck to a stop in the driveway and stared up at the huge building.

“Grew up here, me and my brothers.” Tugging at your sleeve, you grimaced nervously. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never met anyone's parents before,” you whispered, finishing with a nervous laugh. “Stupid, isn’t it?” Hvitserk leaned towards you, his hand cupping your chin and stealing your attention.

“Ragnar is going to love you, trust me. We could do with a woman around the house.” Resting your forehead against his, you sighed quietly.

“Ok. I’m ready.” The grin that broke out across his face was one of pure joy and he pressed a swift kiss to your lips. His hand was warm in your grip. It was something you'd noticed early on. Hvitserk always seemed so much warmer than you, like your own personal space heater.

The stone steps that led to the house were worn and the bushes that stood proudly either side of the door were cut into the shape of wolf heads. You reached out to toy with the lush green leaves.

“Ubbe is the artistic one,” Hvitserk breathed into your ear as he watched you admire them.

“I’ve seen you’re a decent painter,” you told him coyly and he smiled at your reaction. His hand curled over your cheek as he kissed you, a soft moan falling from his mouth as though he couldn’t help himself. The front door swung open and you gasped at the sight of a huge carved wooden wolf in the hallway.

“Told you Ubbe was the creative one.”

“He made this?” You asked in disbelief as you crossed over the threshold. Your eyes were wide as you stepped up to the carving, barely seeing the other pictures that lined the walls or the rounded, sweeping staircase.

“Took him a few weeks,” Hvitserk murmured as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “You smell divine, kæreste.”

“Pretty sure I still smell like you,” your whisper almost seemed to echo in the wide foyer and Hvitserk tensed slightly against you.

“Sit in here,” he said, guiding you to a large room with a plush sofa and a desk. There were a couple of armchairs scattered near the fireplace and large old style windows lined the outer walls. “I’ll get us some drinks and see if I can find Ragnar.” He kissed your forehead and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving you alone in the silent room.

You tried to rid yourself of the nervous butterflies by walking around the space, eyeing one large painting of a dark woodland where it was all shadows and moonlight. Trailing your fingers along the edge of the desk, you paused to look at the sizable hunting knife that was displayed proudly on a stand, sheathed in leather. You wondered how sharp it was and nearly picked it up when the door opened behind you.

Turning on the spot, you gulped down a breath as you were pinned in place with an intense pair of blue eyes. He seemed totally taken aback by the fact you were there and he tried to hide it with a forced grin.

“Hello,” he said with uncertainty, his hand still resting on the door handle. He glanced around the room and to your amusement he even looked behind the door.

“Hi.” You pushed out a rushed introduction, assuming this was Ragnar. His smile was big, but it didn’t reach his eyes and he approached you almost cautiously. As soon as his rough hand met yours, the heat of his skin was noticeable and you wondered how him and Hvitserk weren’t permanently sweating.

“I’m going to assume one of my sons brought you. Where is Hvitserk?” Your eyes widened. You hadn't realized Hvitserk had spoken about you to his family yet.

“Oh! He went to find you. I didn’t…he told me he hadn’t told anyone just yet.” Ragnar exhaled in a short burst through his nose, the strained smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and he shook his head slightly.

“He didn’t.”

“I’m sorry this is such a surprise,” you mumbled, twisting your hands together. All you had to do was make Ragnar like you and you were even failing at that. “I’m no good at this,” you confessed. “I’ve never met anyone's parents before.” Suddenly it felt like Ragnar was scrutinising you, his blue gaze a fierce shadow as it raked over you before he ushered you to a seat. His smile was hitched back up, but still there was something in his demeanour that put you on edge.

“Relax, let me check on Hvitserk and the refreshments.” You let out a measured breath, tapping your leg. Your nerves seemed to double as soon as he left the room. Considering Hvitserk had told you all about his family and how large it was, the house was eerily quiet and you wondered where everyone was.

A loud thump startled you, followed by a soft dragging sound and you leapt from the chair with your back against the wall. It was stupid and irrational but you felt like your nerves were on fire as you stood there, alone in that office. The door swung open to reveal a younger man, his storm blue eyes no less devastating than Ragnar’s. He had leg braces on and his hair was longer than Hvitserk’s, cascading over his shoulder as he turned to face you. Immediately, his face split into a wicked grin, his nose flared for a second and he slumped towards you with the cane holding him up.

“Who might you be, huh?” He demanded, his icy blue eyes not sparing any part of you as he looked you up and down. “You smell like my brother.” Frowning at the odd comment you swallowed. This must be Ivar. You said your name, aware of the tightness in your hands as you clutched them together. He opened his mouth to reply, but his head swiveled towards the door. Anger flared across his features at the sight of a huge wolf-like dog nosing its way through the door. You smiled. You loved animals and the bigger the dog the better.

“Is he friendly?” You asked, but Ivar didn’t take his eyes off the animal.

“Overly so.”

“Hey big guy!” You breathed, crouching down as the dog slinked towards you. His eyes were a rich orange colour, something you’d never really seen in a dog before. Reaching out, you ran your hands through his thick fur. The dark brown colouring was broken up with flecks of grey and he sighed as you stroked the large wedge shaped head. “Oh you’re gorgeous aren’t you?”

“Don’t give him an ego boost,” Ivar muttered. Moving your hand to scratch under his chin, you smiled at the way his bright eyes rolled. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his tail thumped against the wooden desk. Looking up, you spotted Ragnar entering the room, his expression furious as he stared at the dog. Slowly he put down the tray of cups, holding out a hand he beckoned to you.

“Come away from him,” he uttered softly but your joyful smile dipped at his tone.

“I thought he was friendly?” You cast a glance at Ivar who wouldn’t take his eyes off the massive dog.

“Sometimes aggressively friendly,” Ragnar muttered as he inched towards you. “Just come away from him, please.” Giving the dog one last scratch under the chin, you stood. Before anyone could react the dog pulled his lips back, teeth clamped down on your hand and you screeched at the sensation. Ivar swore loudly, but it was Ragnar who moved. He grabbed the dog around the neck and hauled it up with a show of impressive strength, matching the rumbling snarls the dog was emitting. Backing away, you stumbled into Ivar’s arms. He grabbed your wrist and held up your hand that was bleeding profusely.

“Don’t hurt him!” You shouted. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone near him!”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Hvitserk. Look at what you have done.” Ragnar forced the dog to face you, his forelegs still off the ground and his mouth pulled back in an aggressive snarl. But his eyes were brimming with an intelligence you hadn’t noticed before. Swooning slightly, you sagged in Ivar’s grasp.

“Must be shock,” you mumbled. Ivar managed to steer you into the armchair one handed. He held up your hand and glanced gravely at Ragnar.

“There’s no coming back from this,” he stated.

“It’s just a bite. I’ll be fine,” you tried to say but your mouth felt thick. Your tongue was heavy as it tingled in your mouth, your lips felt like rubber and breathing was becoming difficult. “I don’t understand. What’s happening?” You desperately wanted to form words but they just came out as a groan. Nothing in your body would respond and your eyes began to close. The last thing you heard was the soft whine that emitted from the dog as he tried to fight his way to you.

Breaking from your reverie, you saw a house appear before you. It was nowhere near as impressive as your pack house. This one was more modern, with a large lawn that led to the edges of the woodland your pack owned. They really were pushing it with Ragnar, settling right on the border. Stepping out of the truck, you took a deep breath, but it was like a cacophony of noise at the end of your nose. It would take you a while to pick apart those scents, or your wolf form to get a more accurate feel. This house was busy.

Looking around, you noticed the out buildings set away from the house. The driveway swept from the front of the house and led right to the doors, but they didn’t look like garages. You barely noticed Hvitserk crowding behind you, his head moving from side to side as he assessed for any threats. Ragnar was at the front of the group and you fanned out on either side of him as the door opened. You and Hvitserk stood on your alpha’s right with Ubbe and Floki on his left.

Lifting your nose subtly into the breeze, you caught a sniff of something familiar, but it was covered by a multitude of other complicated scents and you growled softly in frustration, not noticing the other alpha had come out to greet you all.

“Welcome! We have been expecting you for some time!” He announced with arms spread wide and a friendly grin. His grey eyes looked over the group before they came to settle on you. At first you tried to ignore him, but he was walking towards you like he was in a trance. Hvitserk pressed in beside you, his warning snarls loud enough for everyone to hear as they stormed from his chest. At the last second Ragnar subtly stepped in the other alphas path, covering you with one half of his body.

“I’m not sure I could hold my son back from killing you if you got any closer, Ecbert.”

“Forgive me. But she is a miracle, is she not?” He covered his bearded chin with praying hands. “I had no idea she was mated already. Please! Come in!”

Mated? The term made your insides curl up, but you couldn’t tell if it was in annoyance or something more comforting.

“Sit. Make yourselves comfortable. You are safe here.” Ragnar sat himself down on the available sofa with Floki beside him while you, Ubbe and Hvitserk chose to stand. Glancing at Hvitserk, you could see he was stressed. Anger was etched all over his face and his arms were crossed in his traditional aggravated stance.

The three of you tensed and looked toward the door as it opened to reveal a young man with shoulder length dark hair and startling green-grey eyes that darted over the gathering.

“I’m sorry, grandfather. I didn’t realise we had company.” You hated the way his voice seemed to blanket over the group in a pleasing way. He spoke so clearly and his accent interested you more than it should.

“Alfred, my dear boy, this is Ragnar from the pack on our border. With Floki,” Ecbert pointed at you all individually, narrowing his eyes as he revealed he knew who all of you were. “Ubbe and Hvitserk, some of Ragnar’s sons." His eyes landed in your, lingering. "And Hvitserk’s mate.” You thought Alfred’s head was going to fall off his shoulders at the mention of you. His eyes grew wide as he looked back at Ecbert in disbelief.

“So it’s true?” Rolling your eyes, you attempted to look uninterested.

“I think we need to discuss the proximity of our packs rather than my son’s recklessness,” Ragnar stated as he sat forward, his hands coming together.

“We apologise if it seems we are muscling in. But houses that meet a pack's needs are hard to find. Are they not?” Ecbert replied with a bland smile. Reaching forward, Ragnar took an apple off the coffee table and began to shift it from hand to hand.

“We have had some unfortunate events arise on our land since you arrived.”

Ecbert shook his head and leaned back into the cushions, crossing his legs and spreading his arms along the back of the sofa.

“I read about that on the news. Such a tragic affair. I hope not too much attention was brought to your door?” Ubbe scoffed quietly and scratched his chin. You were already overstimulated and the loud rasp of his beard against his fingers almost made you growl in annoyance.

“No. And we managed to move the second body before humans stumbled upon it,” Floki spoke up.

“Another one?” Ecbert did a good job of seeming surprised, his eyebrows shooting up and his brow wrinkled. “Do you have any idea who is doing such a barbaric thing?”

“Not yet,” Ragnar sighed. “But we are close.” Staring at a point on the far wall, you tried to concentrate, listening for anyone else in the house or a scent that you recognised, but your senses came back with nothing.

“Well, my son and his sons are at your disposal if you need any help at all. I’d rather we band together and figure this out to save us all being discovered.” As he spoke you were aware of his gaze falling on you once again. “How did you do it?” Ragnar turned to look at you, his expression unreadable and you knew he didn’t want to discuss it with you in the room. He never did.

“She’s the strongest person I know,” he said softly. “Her sheer will alone kept her alive. And the desire to teach my son a lesson.” Ecbert chuckled, slapping his knee at the joke but he wasn’t done with the current topic.

“Do you think the strays are trying to achieve what you have? Wolves so desperate for a mate that is their equal?”

“We keep a close eye on the útlagis,” Floki said. “And none of them in this area have been near our land.”

“Interesting,” Ecbert murmured. “Alfred? Where is your father?”

“Out running, grandfather.”

“Hmmm. Maybe introductions should wait until next time.” The alphas stood up in unison, with Floki copying the movement. The dismissal from the older alpha was evident. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ragnar. Maybe next time we could have a meeting with everyone. I’d love to hear the story on how you managed to have so many sons.” Ragnar took his hand and clapped him on the shoulder as they moved towards the hallway. Still you tried to smell something, hold onto shred of useful information, but nothing was sticking.

“Definitely a story to be told around a fire.”

“Yes I can imagine!” Exclaimed Ecbert. “May I?” It took you a second to register he was talking to you, his hand reaching out tentatively for yours. Hvitserk growled, a deep rumble that reverberated through your body as his chest puffed out into your back, but you gave a curt nod when Ragnar gestured it was ok.

“You’re exquisite, my dear.” It took all your control not to cringe when his facial hair tickled the top of your hand, his warm breath brushing over your skin as he scented you deeply. “Heavenly. We shall meet again.” Hvitserk pretty much barrelled you out of the front door, his hands possessive as he marched you to the truck, but you didn’t fight him. Something about the way Ecbert looked at you had you seeking comfort. The way he watched you was predatory, he knew far more than he let on and you worried about what it meant for your pack.

The others were waiting in the kitchen. Ivar was sitting on the table while Björn paced along the length of the room. Harald stood when you all entered and you assumed Halfdan and Sigurd were on patrol.

“Well?” Harald demanded in that gruff voice of his.

“He seems perfectly nice,” Ragnar said with a shrug. “But I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”

“Find anything?” Björn addressed you, still restlessly pacing.

“He mentioned his son and two grandsons but the scents in that property hint to a pack far larger than he let on. None I recognised, but it was difficult as they all overlapped one another. There are two outbuildings just off the main part of the driveway, they looked newly built.”

“Definitely something shady is going on with them and their interest in us,” Ubbe uttered to no one in particular.

“Me,” you said firmly. “You mean their interest in me.”

“Of course they would have interest in you.” The whole group turned to look at Ivar as he leaned comfortably on his cane. “Look at you. One of a kind, the only she-wolf in the world. Maybe someone spotted you in the city.”

“Impossible,” you growled.

“Can you be sure?” Ivar cast a sly glance at Hvitserk as he spoke. “Prancing around with that human, flaunting yourself out in the open…”

“Enough, Ivar.” Hvitserk stepped forward, his voice deceptively soft, but you could see he was itching to take some frustration out on someone.

“Should have kept her on a tighter chain hmmm, Hvitserk.”

Ragnar watched his sons wearily. At first, all Hvitserk did was nod at his boots. A hand rested casually on his hip while the other swiped over his face and into his hair. You were about to release the breath you were holding when Hvitserk exploded into action, but Ivar was ready. They met with a roar, the pair of them falling over the other side of the table, the air filled with deep snarls and growls as they grappled for the upper hand.

The pack watched. Ivar was the superior fighter in this form, especially on the floor, but Hvitserk had rage adding weight to his fight. You didn’t think anyone was going to intervene as Ragnar nonchalantly regarded the contents of the fridge, a hand running up his chest when he sighed. Ubbe was watching his brothers intently. Harald tutted and moved over to the window when he saw his brother sprinting across the lawn. Floki leaned against the wall, arms and legs crossed in a relaxed posture but Björn was the one to reach down and grab each of his brothers by the scruff of the neck.

Hvitserk’s ruffled hair was all over his face, the glow of his wolf shone from his eyes as he bared his teeth at Ivar.

“You will not talk about her like that!” He demanded, the wolf evident in his voice.

“I fucking talk about who I want, how I want,” snapped Ivar. “She brought this whole fucking mess upon us because she didn’t stay in the pack house!”

“You don’t know that!” Snarled Hvitserk, twisting in Björn’s grip.

“Oh, enough!” Björn gave them both a shake. “It doesn’t matter who or what started this. What matters is we finish it, as a pack.” He forcefully planted Ivar on a chair, ignoring the baleful glare his youngest brother gave him. He kept hold of Hvitserk until he’d dragged him round the other side of the table and shoved him away. You all looked up as Halfdan slammed through the door. His chest was heaving from the run and he leaned heavily on the door frame.

“We found something.” The icy fingers of dread tickled their way down your spine and you knew whatever they’d found wasn’t good. Ubbe piggy backed Ivar so he didn’t miss out as the whole group filtered round the side of the house. Halfdan led you all down the driveway and a little off the road, his face grave.

“We don’t know whose it is but it smells…human.” The first thing you scented was blood. The iron tang laced the air and guided you right to the spot where the hand had been dumped.

At first you didn’t register that someone had dumped a human hand on your home turf. Or that it smelled like Nick until Hvitserk was trying to pull you away from it. Snatching your arm free from his grasp you walked forward in a daze. The Nick's scent grew stronger. Closing your eyes, you could almost imagine he was right there, whispering comforting words and holding you tight. The last few months had been tough between you, but it hadn’t always been like that. Nick had been the one to save you from yourself, he had stopped your destructive tendencies after leaving the pack and he didn’t even know he was doing it. But now Nick was being torn to pieces. It was your fault and you couldn’t save him.

A scream erupted from your chest. The sound ripped through your body, your wolf rising to answer the call of your distress, to be the stronger half and carry the weight of your wounds. Falling to all fours you couldn’t hear anything; not Ragnar trying to talk you out of the change as he crouched beside you, not Hvitserk as he rubbed your back trying to keep you sane. All you could see was the hand, pale and lifeless on the ground, tossed out here like rubbish. All you could think about was Nick in pain, suffering because of you. This was your fault.

You couldn’t have stopped the change, even if you wanted to. Your wolf burst forth in such a rush that the pain barely had time to register. As soon as the change had finished you stepped free of your torn clothes. Sniffing around the site, you could smell Nick and another scent, this one familiar because you’d just experienced it at the hotel. Snarling deep in your chest, you started to follow the trail but Ragnar’s sharp voice cut through the fog of your mind and you stopped to glance at him.

“Not today, hunulv.” Licking your teeth, a rough growl sounded in your throat as you tried to swallow it down. You’d never wanted to challenge Ragnar before, but today you were burning to disobey orders and hunt down the people who had Nick. He was still crouched on the ground, a slight smirk playing on his lips and his blue eyes danced at your dulled down reaction. “Move this. We need to be smart.” He got up with a weary sigh. “Take her home Hvitserk.” You felt his fingers tighten on the back of your neck, tugging you slightly in the direction of the pack house but you stayed facing the breeze. Letting the smells of the woodland flow over you, so much knowledge raced through your mind as you sorted the scents into plants, animals, predators, prey, enemies. Reluctantly, you allowed Hvitserk to lead you back, his hand never leaving your fur and for the first time since you’d been bitten, you didn’t fight him touching you in this form. As you approached the pack house he finally moved ahead, pulling some clothes from the stash next to the door.

“I can only find Ubbe’s…” you let out a huff as you collapsed on the floor. You didn’t care about being seen as the wolf melted away from you, letting your body go back to its original form with no fight whatsoever. Staring up at the sky you could feel the numbness spread through your body, the way you detached from this day as a whole. You didn’t want to remember finding the body, or realising Nick was gone. You didn’t want to believe you’d been on enemy pack territory and you couldn’t face the fact that they were possibly the ones who had Nick. You were a curse, your very existence was all wrong and so you tainted everything you touched.

Hvitserk wrapped you in a blanket and picked you up in one fluid movement. Your fist curled into the fabric of his shirt but you couldn't feel it. You felt like you were staring at someone’s else’s hand and he was carrying a stranger up the stairs to your room. This was your bed but it wasn’t, the curtains he pulled across to block out the rest of the day were yours, but they weren’t. Tears tracked down your face but they didn’t leak from your eyes. Hvitserk’s soft, comforting voice was absorbed by someone else’s ears because you couldn’t hear what he was saying as he crouched before you. His nature coloured gaze cast slowly over your still features as you focused on a point over his shoulder. His thumb swiped your cheek but you didn’t feel the tenderness in his gesture. You didn’t want this happening to you anymore, hoping maybe if you detached enough you’d cease to exist.

“Min søde,” he whispered, brushing some strands of hair back from your face. “I’m sorry.”

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Wisteria & Moonlight 2

Chapter 2: Howl

Werewolf Will Miller x ofc | ft wolf Benny & ocs

Words: 3,204

fic info || previous || next

For @clydesducktape Moon in May week 2

Prompts used this week: territory

⚠️warnings: missing person, mention of kidnapping & killings

*** fixed the name error, for some reason this chapter I was calling her brother Andre, his name is Adrian. Sorry for the mix up 💕***

In contrast to the desolate setting surrounding the bar, the view from Ajani’s hotel balcony is vibrant and bustling. The hotel is nestled in the middle of an Oak lined street. A beautiful Magnolia tree is in view, just across the way.

When her eyes drift to Quinn again, who is sitting across from her at the table, the younger woman is staring off, her mind working out the details of everything she just heard.

“Adrian’s a lone wolf, always has been. He’s set off on solo adventures for years, just takes his bike and rides. He came through here. I just need to piece the rest together.”

Quinn glimpses at Ajani’s phone once more. “I would remember if I saw him. He’s handsome.”

“And too old for you.” Ajani takes her phone back with a smile. “Do you think I could ask around at the bar?”

“It's better if you talk to my parents. Any non-pack member allowed to stay get vetted by them and Will. And my mom is like a Crow. She remembers everyone's faces, even if they just came once for 5 minutes.”

“Alright, can they meet today?”

“We can try. I’ll call 'em now.” Quinn rises to her feet and makes the call inside the room.

…

Shortly after, Quinn drives Ajani out to her childhood home, where her parents still live. It’s a classic two story house bookended by majestic trees with sprawling land surrounding it.

On the ride over, Quinn filled her in on the family. Jon, their father, is the Alpha of the Pack. Her brother Will Beta and next in line to lead. Izara, her mother, is a Luna.

Their marriage 26 years ago, a year before Quinn was born, united two packs, making them the most powerful pack in the area. At the time, it was a shock since most wolves didn’t combine packs, and theirs never did previously. But as Quinn tells it, Jon was ready to bite off anyone's head who tried to stop it. Her parents made history.

The two of them talked the whole way over. By the time they arrived the one thing Ajani wanted to know the most remained unanswered; why Quinn was helping her.

Ajani decided to shelf it for the moment and concentrate on talking to Jon and Izara. For the first time in weeks, Ajani feels hopeful; maybe this would point her in the right direction.

Upon entering the house, Quinn directs her to the living room and breaks away in another direction. “I’ll be right back.” She announces before disappearing around a corner.

Anticipation pumps through Ajani’s veins as she makes a left toward the living room. Before stepping inside, a newly familiar scent hits her nose, followed by the heightening of her senses.

Entering the room, she finds Will sitting on one of the couches, deliciously spread out, arms on the back of the couch, legs open. It’s downright sinful for a man to look this good. The little smirk that appears at the corner of his lips nearly takes her breath away.

“William.” She smirks.

He chuckles. “It's Will. Don’t let Quinn influence you.”

“What don't you like it?” Ajani sits in the love seat to his left. Will follows her with his eyes and a slight turn of his head.

“There are three situations in which I’ve been called William. School, which was a long time ago, by my mother whenever I was in trouble as a kid, or when Quinn is pissed at me. I prefer Will.”

“Okay, Will it is then.” She can’t pull her eyes away, even though every passing second she looks at him, her body temperature climbs rapidly.

Will abruptly stands and goes over to her. The herculean man crouches down in front of her and takes hold of her left arm. He admires the large tattoo covering the length of her forearm. Will zones in on a vine of flowers.

“What flower is this?”

“Amethyst falls-” Ajani's heart is pounding in her chest now. He’s so close she can touch him. The way he firmly but gently holds her arm excites her. “Wisteria.”

“Why Wisteria?” He turns her arm, to view the other side. His eyes jump up to meet hers.

“Spiritual reasons. I’ve always felt like Wisteria is my soul plant…” she trails off, becoming further hypnotized by his sapphire eyes, “-a protector.”

Will’s hand moves down her arm to her hand. Taking his time, he turns it over and touches the inside of her palm. She can feel the touch in other places and holds her breath.

Will brings her hand to his nose and mouth. His facial hair tickles her skin. He closes his eyes and sniffs her palm. “What are you?”

An scene flashes in her mind; she images tearing his clothes off and straddling him right here. Her body goes completely still. “-just, mortal.”

“No,” his eyes remain closed. Will releases her hand then grips the arms of the couch. He inches closer, hovering over her. Ajani stretches her neck to look up at him.

When he finally opens his eyes, they're smoldering with intensity. Ajani's breath quickens. Will closes them once more, and zones in on her neck. He's so close now the tip of his nose brushes against her skin. Ajani moans at contact.

“M-maybe it’s the magic thing?” She shudders, too aroused to move.

“No. I’ve smelled witches before.” His large strong hand cups the side of her face. Will continues to hoover at the space between her neck and shoulder. “You are different,” his face is directly in front of hers now, “half breed.” He licks his lips, his eyes moving over her face now.

“Um...,” Ajani laughs nervously, “something to investigate after I- “her gaze falls to his lips, “I…do what I came here for, first.”

Will rises to his feet, widening the space between their bodies. Ajani takes in every moment of it, her eyes traveling the length of him. “You should.” He smirks and returns to where he was seated.

Not a second later, Quinn walks in, "get a room you two.” She settles into the couch Will is on. “They’re coming, Ben too.” Quinn’s eyes move from Will to Ajani, "I suspected that too, the whole half-species thing.”

Ajani pulls her gaze away from Will, turning her attention to Quinn. “Do you have something cold to drink, sweet tea maybe, even ice water?” Quinn shakes her head and leaves the room.

“You’ve just adopted a little sister. I hope you know that.”

“I’m getting that feeling.”

“She always wanted a sister," Will glances in the direction of the archway. “She would read all those books about magic in high school, watch all those movies…you’re stuck with her.”

Ajani chuckles, “ I don't mind.”

Will leans over, resting his elbows on his thighs as his hands come together. His voice drops so low she can barely hear him,

“I know you don’t know each other. If you did, Quinn would have bought you around years ago.”

A tinge of anxiety fills her at the words, but she’s not surprised. Ajani gathers she's pretty much the big sis of Quinn's dreams. It makes sense, all of it.

“So it’s safe to bet, as far as the Millers are concerned, you know the truth but are still willing to hear me out?”

“Exactly.” He replies before sitting back. Wills mastered the perfect blend of calm, controlled, and intense. His penetrative stare is intoxicating.

Quinn enters with a large glass of tea, containing an insane amount of ice; it's mostly ice. Quinn hands it to her.

Ajani sighs at the instant relief of the drink in her hands. Will set her body on fire, and now, she somehow had to get herself together to talk to Jon and Izara.

The moment the couple walks through the front door, she can feel embarrassment wash over her. It was no secret she was aroused, and from the sinful little glances Will is sending her way, he was loving it.

Great. Just great. Meeting the parents smelling like a horny teen. Great second impression.

Ajani digs around in her bag and grabs hold of a small mojo bag. With a quick upward glance, she notices Will and Quinn's noses wrinkle.

You can't get anything past werewolves.

It was a simple mix. The only purpose was to dim her scent. Ajani had serious shit to talk about. She couldn’t do that while imagining Will lifting her up and having his way with her on the nearby wall. Or bending her in unholy positions on the nearby table.

As she runs her fingers over the pouch, Will chuckles. He flashes that devilish smirk at her. Flustered, Ajani stays seated as still as possible and tears her eyes away from him. She releases the pouch and rests her hands on the arms of the loveseat.

When the couple enters the room, everyone greets each other. Ajani stands and shakes both their hands. She’s still on edge, they don’t know her and they’re both reading her. But, gaining an audience with them had to be a good sign. They easily could have kicked her out of the bar or worse.

Jon and Izara sit on the second couch. It's across from where Will and Quinn are seated. No one talks at first, and the longer the Alphas study her, the more her anxiety grows. The jewelry is near useless at this point. Will knocked Ajani off-center; now she has two powerful Alphas staring into her soul.

Breathing through her discomfort, she sits it out. There was no way in hell she was going to disrespect them or upset them, especially not in their house. So whenever Izara or Jon are ready to speak, the conversation will start.

Much to Ajani’s relief, Izara and Jon exchange a glance, then the conversation begins. Once given the floor, Ajani tells them everything she told Quinn. After that’s done, she pulls a photo from her bag. Leaning over the coffee table, she hands it to Jon, he takes it.

“This is Adrian, a recent photo. I took it 3 months ago.”

Jon raises a brow, looks at Izara, then hands it to her. The striking couple has solid poker faces, Ajani can’t tell at first glance if they have seen him or not.

Izara lowers the photo, her striking grey eyes meet Ajani’s, “we’ve seen him. About, 23 days ago.”

Ajani grips the arms of the seat, jerking forward, “really?”

Jon finishes with Izara left off, “He came in for a drink. Not often, but sometimes wolves ride through. They want a drink with their own kind before hitting the road again. We don’t usually let them in but...I liked him. Showed a lot of respect. He’d be a real asset in a pack.”

“We don’t know where we come from,” Ajani slumps back in the seat, trying to calm the emotions raging in her now. “And we’re adopted so…we’ll never know. We’re both loners, always have been. Even if in his heart he wants to be part of a pack, I always suspected the parental rejection thing just…you know…” she trails off and drops her eyes to the ground. "How did he seem? Was he okay? Not hurt or anything right?”

“He was fine, in good spirits once he realized his bold move of walking in wasn't going to end in a fight.” Izara hands back the photo. “He was ready though.” She chuckles. “The guts you both have.” She smiles, impressed.

“That sounds like him. I guess it’s safe to assume he charmed everyone once he passed the entry test.” She gazes down at the photo and that big bright smile of his.

“He did. Left a fan club behind when he left.” Jon replies.

Ajani slides the picture back into her bag. Her head is still hanging low, she misses him so much it hurts.

“Sweetheart,” Izara gains her attention, Ajani makes eye contact. She also realizes Quinn says sweetheart just like her mom does. “He was fine. Healthy. Strong. Nothing about him, or his scent, smelled wrong or worrisome. He stayed for about 3 hours then left, said he was staying at a place in town and leaving early in the mornin'.”

“He didn't say where.” Jon clarifies before she can ask.

Ajani nods, this is not a surprise. Adrian is private. He wouldn't disclose that information. She catches Will and his father speaking with their eyes, followed by a nod from Jon, then one from Izara.

Will scoots closer to the end of the couch. He extends his arm and rests his hand over Ajani's. “We will help you find your brother. You have our word.”

Relief washes over her. Ajani relaxes her shoulders and turns her hand upright, Will happily accepts and holds her hand. Will starts to say something else,then stops. Another strong energy enters the room before the person does. It must be the younger brother.

Benny strolls into the room covered in sweat. He looks as if he just came from working out, his shirt sticking to his chest and the longer strands of his short dark blond hair sticking to his forehead. He’s guzzling water and drops himself down on the couch next to Quinn.

“You must be the old friend.” He grins, puts the bottle down, then wraps a sweaty arm around Quinn.

“Eww.” She wines, much to the amusement of her parents.

“Gotta stay fit.” He says with a confident smirk.

When Quinn moves away, he pulls her back. The younger sibling shoots him a look but doesn't move away the second time. It seems of the three, Benny might be the brother Quinn is closest to.

Benny’s eyes return to Ajani, he notices Will's hand in hers, “Well, that was fast.” He’s ridiculously attractive, just like everyone else.

“You missed everything,” Quinn glances up at him, “I said 5.”

“I have a fight coming up. I was training.” The younger Miller seems to melt his heart because Benny frowns and gives her a little squeeze. "I'm sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Quinn smiles at him.

When Bennys eyes land on Ajani, she goes still. It’s hard to ignore how hot the brothers are. How the hell was she supposed to focus? It makes her think about Quinn’s comment at the bar: story of my life, the effect of the miller brothers.

The younger Miller is well aware of the effect he’s having, the devious little smirk on his lips is a tell. She feels a shift of energy to her left. Glancing over, shes sees Will staring at his brother. Bens gaze lingers despite Wills daggers.

Izara rises from the couch and walks over to Ajani. “You have something of his, don’t you? We can smell it.”

“I do.” One hand is still in Wills, she reaches in the bag with her other and retrieves a buffalo bone bracelet. Adrian left it at her place the last time they saw each other. She had one of her own but always liked his. Ajani suspected he left it there on purpose. “I have more of his stuff at the hotel.”

“This will do.” Izara takes it. She slowly rotates it, touching every bead. “This is fine…I don’t have magic in me as you do. But, since I was a girl, I could touch things and gain information.” Izara sits on the floor by Ajani and closes her eyes. She holds the bracelet in her palms, hands clasped together.

The room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Ajani can see Izara’s eyes move under her lids. After a few minutes, Izara opens her eyes. Ajani notices the tears welling up in the corners. The sight of oncoming tears makes Ajani’s heart stop.

“He’s alive. Your hunch is right.” Izara glances up at Ajani and hands it back, “but, he's in trouble…it will not be easy to get out of.” Her eyes are full of sympathy now. She rests a hand on Ajani’s knee. Ajani swallows the lump in her throat.

Getting up with a tired sigh, Izara turns to Jon. The two communicate non verbally. Her eyes move to Will, then Benny. “We have a problem.”

Ajani stands, she lets go of Will's hand and follows Izara. “What is it?"

Izara makes eye contact with Ajani and says two words, “The Mavericks.”

The second word barely leaves her lips before Bennys otherwise chill demeanor fades. Benny rises to his feet in anger, “what the fuck are they doing over here?!”

With a stressed exhale, Will looks to Jon.

“Fuck!” Benny walks away and paces, his hands over his head.

Will rises to his feet, his face tenses. He runs his hand over his mouth and beard. "Not this shit again."

Unlike his sons, Jon is silently fuming, it’s almost more frightening. He slowly stands up. Ajani’s eyes move to Quinn who appears both annoyed and worried.

Izara looks at Jon before speaking up, “it’s a pack of rogue wolves, a bunch of bastard rejects. No land. No home. They roam and take from everyone else. Consider themselves to be fucking rebels…a disgrace to all Weres. They have a nasty habit of kidnapping lone wolves. Especially along the Delta. Then, the wolf either assimilates or…is robbed then killed.”

Will goes off to the side of the room, he's talking quietly with his father now.

“I don’t know how they passed by here without us knowing." Quinn joins the conversation.

Will glances over at his brother, “They must have grabbed him up outside the border limits, while he was leaving town."

Benny stops pacing. "Border or no border, they know the fucking rules this is our territory! The surrounding areas? Ours. They're banished from all of it!"

The anger in his eyes is mixed with something else now, sadness. When he notices Ajani observing him, he sinks back down on the couch, both his legs are shaking, his hands in fists. “5 years ago they… took one of my good friends. My best friend.” Benny’s voice breaks.

Benny jumps back to his feet and charges out of the house, letting the door slam behind him. Concerned, Quinn goes after him.

“Honey,” Izara puts a hand on her shoulder, “we need to free your inner wolf. Adrian pretended to join to stay alive. But…we don’t have much time. Adrian needs you at full power for this. Not half.”

Panicking, Ajani hides her shaking hands in her pockets. “But- I don’t know how to…I don’t know - I never…”

“I have a friend. She’s like you, born with magic, half breed. The only one I've ever known besides you…it’s rare what you have. If anyone can figure it out, it’s her. Come, we’re going for a drive.” Izara grabs her hand and leads them to the archway.

She stops briefly to talk to Will and Jon. “You’ll be okay here?” She asks.

“Yeah, “ Jon responds before kissing her, “handle this. We’ll drop the news and get ready. You need to prepare her,” his eyes move to Ajani, “we’ll have a plan by the time you two get back."

Ajani nods. "I'll be right back, gonna check on Ben. Ajani, meet me outside, near the silver car." Izara leaves the house.

“Hey,” Will takes a few steps closer to Ajani, “it will be alright. You trust me?”

"Yeah." She replies quietly.

Will kisses the top of her head and draws Ajani into a hug. It’s the kind of hug she could stay in forever. Reluctantly, Ajani steps away and steals one more glance of him before leaving the house.

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