#i want to ignore all my duties and kiss a big werewolf

[just-some-trans-nobody]

I just want a grumpy werewolf to look over to me and immediately start wagging his tail. I would melt if that happened.

#monster #monster boyfriend #i just want to cuddle a fluffy werewolf #i just want a werewolf boyfriend #monster fucker #werewolves #gay werewolves #gay werewolf #werewolf #i just think they're neat #i want a werewolf to hold me gently #i want to kiss a werewolf #i want to ignore all my duties and kiss a big werewolf #monster stories #man i love werewolfs #im weak to the thought of werewolfs #rant about werewolfs #werewolfs being cute #grumpy werewolf

[be11atrixthestrange]

A Bedtime Story

Also, my first Hinny fic! 

I’ve hesitated to post a hinny for so long since the fandom intimidates me :). But here we go...

A Bedtime Story

It was a dark and cold evening, and after a long week at the Auror department, Harry was more than ready for a nightcap. Firewhiskey in hand, he settled onto the couch next to Ginny, who was wrapped up in a fleece blanket by the crackling fire. She snuggled up next to him, looping her arms around his waist as he draped one arm around her shoulder.

"Long day?" she asked.

"You have no idea." His fatigue was nothing out of the ordinary, as his new leadership position left him exhausted at the end of every week. He never saw Ron at work anymore since he left the department last year, which made the days at work seem endless. And of course, he missed the action of his prior position. He thought spending more time in the office and less in the field would help him conserve his energy, but soon found out that the lack of excitement just drained him more. Ginny knew all this, of course.

"Well thankfully, tomorrow is a day off for both of us," she said, reaching for Harry's glass of Firewhiskey and taking her own sip. "And the night is still young." She placed the glass on the coffee table. Before Harry could protest, she turned his face toward her and kissed him. Harry groaned through the kiss, and he felt Ginny smile against his lips. He was so tired, but Ginny had a way of convincing him he wasn't. So he conceded, gently pulling Ginny with him as he lowered himself to his back.

"Uncle Harry? Aunt Ginny?"

Harry and Ginny froze at the sound of Teddy's little voice calling from the staircase. Andromeda had been away for the past week, and Harry and Ginny were currently on day six of Teddy Duty. They didn't mind it one bit, but bedtime was turning out to be quite the struggle. It was the third time tonight that Teddy had come out of bed, and evidently they had gotten a little too comfortable with their privacy.

"Can you tell me a story?"

Ginny sighed. "What are you doing awake?" she asked, untangling herself from Harry's arms. She subtly straightened her shirt back out and Harry grinned, as if a five year old boy would have any idea what he was interrupting. "It's very late, Teddy."

"I can't sleep without a story!" said the blue-haired child as he entered the living room. When he came closer, Harry realized he had tears in his eyes.

Harry and Ginny exchanged a look of both frustration and concern. "What happened, Teddy?"

"I don't want to be alone! I'm too scared to sleep alone," he said, his hair deepening to a darker, more ominous shade of blue.

"Ok," said Harry, shifting over to make room for him. "We will tell you a story. And you can come be with us on the couch for a while. You don't need to be alone."

Teddy nodded eagerly, before running around to the front of the sofa, and diving into the cushion between Harry and Ginny, his hair lightening in it's blue shade.

"What kind of story do you want to hear?" asked Ginny as she draped her arm around his little shoulders. He leaned into her, placing his head up against her arm. Harry couldn't help but smile at the easy affection between the two.

"Magical creatures!" said Teddy.

"Magical creatures?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. "Any particular kind of creatures?"

Teddy scrunched up his face in thought. "Way wolves."

Ginny looked at Teddy. "Way wolves? What are those?"

"Way wolves. The moon wolves."

"Oh. Do you mean werewolves?" said Harry cautiously, looking questioningly at Ginny, who shrugged.

"That's what I said," he replied, and his hair flickered red in frustration.

"Of course it is," said Ginny cheerfully. "We can tell you a story about a werewolf, if you'd like."

Teddy nodded in excitement before resting his head back down on Ginny's shoulder, and his hair settled at purple, as it did when he was content.

"We used to have a very good friend who was a werewolf," continued Harry. "He was a pretty cool bloke. Do you want to hear more about him?"

Teddy grinned. "Yes!"

"He was my teacher when I was in school. His name was Remus," said Harry. "Can you say Remus?"

"Wemus."

Ginny smiled. "Close enough," said Harry, before continuing his tale. "Remus became a werewolf when he was very young, and every single month, on the full moon, he would turn into a big scary wolf."

"Aaargh!" said Ginny abruptly, in imitation of a wolf growl, playfully digging her fingers into Teddy's side. Teddy shrieked then howled in laughter.

"Was he a mean way wolf?" he asked when he calmed down.

"No, he was a nice werewolf. But there are a lot of people who are afraid of werewolves, so he kept it a secret for a very long time. Every time the full moon came out, he would go out to the woods alone, and wait by himself until he could turn back into a human."

"He had to be alone? Was he sad?" asked Teddy, as his hair flashed blue again.

"I think he was very sad. It's lonely in the woods," said Harry. "I'd be pretty sad if I had to stay in the woods by myself. Wouldn't you?"

Teddy nodded, and snuggled up closer into Ginny's arms.

"One day, his three best friends found out that he was a werewolf. They discovered that he would disappear only when there was a full moon, so they asked him about it, and he told the truth."

"Uh oh," said Teddy. "Were they scared?"

"No, they weren't," said Harry. "But Remus thought they were scared, and it made him sad. Especially when they started spending more time together without him."

"Why?" said Teddy, as his hair brightened to an angry shade of red again.

"Well, Remus thought they didn't want to be his friend anymore, but it wasn't that. Do you know what it was?"

"What?" asked Teddy.

"They were working on a top secret project and wanted to surprise him. They were spending so much time together without Remus because they were brewing a magical potion that would help them turn into animals too."

"Like this?" Teddy scrunched up his face, and suddenly a pair of triangular puppy dog ears sprouted from the sides of his head.

"Exactly like that!" said Harry, as Ginny ruffled his ears. Teddy laughed as his ears slowly turned back into human ones. "But they couldn't do it as easily as you. They needed a potion to do it, and they could only pick one animal. It took more than a month to make the potion, and they didn't want to get caught, so that's why they were so sneaky about it."

"Did Wemus find out what they were doing?"

"He did. One night, under the full moon, he was in the woods by himself, and three more animals walked up to him. There was a dog, a rat, and a stag. He recognized them at once as his three best friends. And then he never had to spend a night alone in the woods again."

"I don't want to be alone either!" said Teddy.

"You don't have to be!" said Ginny. She reached for the two pillows that were behind her back and set them down on the coffee table, before motioning for Harry to do the same. He pulled the two pillows from his side and set them down next to hers.

Ginny took out her wand and pointed it at the first pillow, muttering a few incantations as it began to change shape. When she was done, the pillow resembled a stuffed animal puppy. "This is Padfoot!" she told Teddy as she handed it to him. He squealed in excitement.

Ginny did it again with the second pillow, altering until it looked like a little rat. "Wormtail." She repeated the process with the third, transfiguring it into a stag. "And Prongs."

Teddy reached for the other two pillows and hugged them into his chest, smiling, his hair swirling in color indecisively.

"There's one more!" said Ginny, as she turned her spellwork to the last pillow, and it reshaped into a wolf. "This one is Moony!" She placed the pillow on top of the pile of stuffed animals that Teddy was currently holding. Like his mother's, his hair had landed on bubblegum pink, as it always did when he was feeling truly happy.

"Wemus!"

"Yes! That one's Remus," said Harry. "He'll always be with you."

Teddy was smiling looking down at the stuffed animal. "I love wemus," he said as he hugged it closer.

"Remus loves you too," said Harry, as he reached a hand over to Teddy, ruffling his bright pink hair, as Ginny looked at him tenderly. "What do you say Teddy? Bedtime?"

Teddy nodded, standing up, still clutching his stuffed animals to his chest. Harry playfully chased him toward the stairs, roaring like a wolf as Teddy shrieked and giggled as he ran away from him. Harry couldn't help but laugh as he chased him all the way back to Teddy's room. Once tucked in, Teddy fell asleep quickly, while holding Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs close.

When Harry returned to the living room, Ginny was right where he left her, sipping away at Harry's forgotten firewhiskey, and looking admiringly at him.

"What's that look for?" asked Harry as he melted back into the couch next to her.

"Not so tired after all, are you?".

"What can I say? Chasing Teddy around gives me a lot more energy than sitting at a desk, filing paperwork-"

"You're gonna be an awesome dad," Ginny interrupted. "Maybe that's the new adventure you need," she said more softly.

Harry smiled at her, unable to ignore the jolt of excitement that Ginny's comment ignited. "Yeah. Maybe it is," he said, plucking the glass of firewhiskey from her fingers. "Anyway, where were we?" he said before kissing her again.

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[solange-lol]

i already know it (i’ll probably blow it)

words: 1,725

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Camp Half-Blood Thanksgiving was a new tradition, only started after the war with Gaea when demigod lives weren’t as threatened, (keyword being as.)  

Even while it was safe for more demigods to go home, some still chose to stay at camp year-round, or, in the case of Nico, they didn’t have anywhere to go. Thanksgiving in the Underworld could be interesting, but to be honest, the son of Hades was sort of trying to avoid undead beings for a little while.

“Everybody gather around,” Malcolm Pace, head of the Athena cabin after Annabeth left, calls. The rest of the counselors swarmed him as he began to hand out food assignments.

They had decided the best method of going about this was letting the head counselors of every cabin take over one section with Chiron’s aid and supervision. They were just a group of teenagers after all, and what do teenagers know about making group meals for a bunch of campers?

Not much, as it became abundantly clear to Nico as he stands cluelessly in the kitchen of the Big House.

“Nico, you’re on dessert with Drew and Clovis,” Malcolm informs him, steering him in the direction of the two, who are already peeling apples (Drew was peeling apples, Clovis seemed to have given up after one in favor of a quick nap.)

They were also sitting right next to one Will Solace, who was busy peeling potatoes and laughing at whatever Drew just said.

He hesitantly joined the two, trying his best not to make direct eye contact with the son of Apollo. Ever since his three days in the infirmary after the war took place, Nico didn’t know where they were going to go.

The answer was nowhere, apparently, as Will has made no attempt to ask him out since then.

“Why don’t you ask him out, then?” Jason had asked him when he was packing up his stuff from the summer as Nico complained to him. He had found that Jason was the only person with who he actually felt comfortable discussing his more-or-less crush on Will ever since the incident with Cupid.

“Because how am I supposed to know he’s not just like this with everyone? He’s crazy protective like that with everyone; I’m just waiting for him to at least give me a sign that he likes me too.”

Jason had just rolled his eyes. “I think you both are crazy oblivious.”

Nico crossed his arms. “Just because you have a girlfriend doesn’t mean you're the love expert.”

“Then why did you come to me?”

(Said girlfriend later broke up with him, but it’s not like Nico had made any progress anyway, so who cares.)

How was Nico even supposed to know what he wanted with Will anyway? He’d never been in a relationship before, and none of his crushes ever stemmed past more than, well, a crush.

He wishes Annabeth were still here. When it came to crushes on oblivious guys, she was an expert. Nico still doesn’t know how she did it.

“Hey, di Angelo, are you gonna help us with dessert, or should we just watch you stare at Solace all day?” Drew asks, dumping the apple mixture (how did she make that so quickly?) into the pie crust.

When he snaps back, glancing up at her and trying to ignore both Will’s eyes on him and the heat rising in his neck, she just snorts at him. “Wanna get started melting marshmallows for Rice Krispie Treats?”

He nods, and she takes the bag the Clovis had just been using as a pillow out from under his head and hands it to him.

Nico glances at it. “What do I do with this?”

“Mix it with half a stick of butter and pop it in the microwave,” she tells him. Nico follows instinct after that from what little cooking knowledge he has from growing up with Bianca.

As he stands back at the microwave, he can’t help but watch Will, rattling off reasons why his body had subjected him to have a crush on another boy way out of his league. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, assertive, but also nice, could probably carry him, and dumb as rocks.

“Invested in the mashed potatoes?” Will asks, once again snapping Nico out of his train of thought. He holds up a mostly-peeled potato. “Am I up to your standards?”

Instinctively, he straightens his back, playing along. “My Italian mother would cry at that potato,” he informs Will. Behind him, the microwave beeps, signaling its end, but Nico ignores it.

Will just laughs, shaking his head, and Nico continues. “Lucky for you, I don’t have much of a memory from Italy, so it’ll pass.”

“Thank god, you had me worried.”

Before he can say something else, Drew interrupts. “Are you going to get out the marshmallows before they solidify?” she asks him, then holds out a spoonful of some dessert for Will to try.

Nico sighs, turning back to the microwave and opening the door. He can’t tell if he’s jealous, or just frustrated about his first interaction with Will in a while has been cut short. There was that whole thing with Drew, too. He didn’t know what was between the two of them, and frankly, he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to know.

“Oh, and be careful, it’s hot!-” Drew warned last minute, but it was too late.

Nico grabs the bowl full-hands on, then immediately squeaks and drops the bowl on the floor with a clatter, the burn already settling into his hand.

Drew glances down at the buttery-marshmallow mess on the floor. “Couldn’t have even aimed for the counter?”

Meanwhile, Will stands up from potato duty, offering a hand out to Nico. “Alright, to the infirmary with you.”

He rolls his eyes, accepting it with his good hand and trying to ignore the way his other one feels like it’s burning off. Together, they exit the infirmary and make their way over to the infirmary next door.

Kayla is already set up for her shift, but as soon as she notices Will’s hand in Nico’s, she just nods them off to the back.

“I guess you don’t cook much?” Will asks once Nico is finally sat down.

“Never really had a reason to, I guess. Coach did all of the cooking when I was traveling with him and Reyna,” Nico explains as Will takes out some cream, tugging Nico’s hand forward so he can lay it on. He seems surprised when Nico barely flinches at it

“Usually Silvadene gets a scream out of campers,” he says, putting away the ointment and begins to wrap Nico’s hand.

“I think you're forgetting I got clawed by a werewolf” Nico reminds him, and Will shudders.

“Oh, no, I remember. Those were a nightmare to heal. Thank gods for nectar and ambrosia,” he says, then reaches behind him to a drawer, pulling out the godly food. “Speaking of which-”

He takes the small square, taking a bite out of the corner “Thanks.”

“What does it taste like for you?”

“Rice Krispie Treats.” Nico deadpans.

Will’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“No,” he snorts, and Will rolls his eyes, laughing lightly. Nico doesn’t know if it’s the sound or the ambrosia that makes his stomach warm.

Will stands up from his seat in front of the bed, putting away materials. He then reaches for Nico’s good hand again and pulls him up. “Well, anyway, you didn’t have to throw a bowl of marshmallow mix on the floor just to get my attention.”

Nico ignores his suddenly-flaming cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he tries to force out smoothly. His voice cracks a bit, and Will's lips twitch upwards. “I really did burn myself.”

“I know, but I could see you watching me.”

He swallows. “You could?” (He’s faced monsters, titans, gods, even Tartarus, but one cocky son of Apollo makes him suddenly lose all his chill?)

“Di Angelo, you are as obvious as I am oblivious. It took Drew telling me to notice, but once I did, I couldn’t stop,” he says, tugging Nico a little bit closer.

The son of Hades leans back a bit, trying to push away the skeletal butterflies in his stomach. “Are you two a thing? You seem awfully close.”

Will raises his eyebrows, and an amused smile on his lips as he pulls Nico even closer. The back of his legs are pressed against the bed, and with a good six inches on him, Will is towering over him.

“Well considering she’s gay and I’m into you, I would hope not,” he says quietly, wrapping one arm around Nico’s waist as he leans down.

“Oh.” Oh.

His face closes in towards Nico’s, so close that his heart is pounding as he waits for Will’s lips to reach his. (Nico could lean forward and speed up the process, but his entire body seems to be frozen in some emotion he can’t quite name yet.)

Just when their lips are inches apart, Will stops. “Can I kiss you?” he mumbles practically against them.

“Please,” Nico responds, and then there they are.

He’s never kissed anybody before. He doesn’t know if Will has, but he’s doing a bit better than Nico. It’s a little messy, and there are no fireworks like in the movies, but it’s with Will, and that’s all he can really ask for at any point.

Will’s hand tugs Nico’s waist closer to him as he tilts his head, and oh. He loses himself in the sensation as Will drops Nico’s hand, letting it move up Nico’s arm to his neck, and then into his hair.

Nico sighs into his mouth. Out of instinct, he put both hands on the back of Will’s neck, trying to pull him closer.

The sudden pressure on his hand makes him wince and step back. He would have tripped backward on the infirmary bed if it wasn’t for Will immediately grabbing his waist, keeping him steady.

“You okay?” he asks, slightly breathless, and the butterflies return to Nico’s stomach.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Do you think you can give me some more of that ambrosia? I need my hand to heal so we can keep doing that.”

Will smiles like he can’t help it, placing a kiss on Nico’s cheek before reaching into the drawer again.

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[knifewieldingenby]

feels so good being bad

summary: Inspired by the chains he uses for Lambert on the full moon, Aiden decides that he, too, would like to be chained up. warnings: Explicit 18+, BDSM, gentle face slapping, consent discussions/enthusiastic consent

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It started innocently enough. Well, maybe innocent was the wrong word. Could one really call chaining up their werewolf boyfriend innocent? But that’s how it started, Aiden pulling the chains taut and bringing them to Lambert, who was stripping out of his clothes. It shouldn’t have been so errotic, the sight of those firm muscles bare and glow in the moon’s ever-changing light, but Aiden was a simple man with simple needs: mainly, to get his boyfriend naked and touch every inch of his body.

Tonight, apparently, he had a different need. He’d fiddled with the chains a hundred times it seemed; they were heavy in his hands, the thick cuffs starting to rust (he’d try talking lambert into getting new ones, again, but he doubted it’d do much good). They had a little more time today so he went slower. He ran his fingers over the chains, pushed them together to listen to the loud clink. It was strangely arousing. A thought he had never considered started to blossom, but he shoved it down for the moment. They were getting Lambert through the full moon. That was the goal. Though Aiden doubted, after his many years of practice and control, that Lambert even needed this, the man insisted when he had been in a bad mood leading up to it. Otherwise Aiden simply brought him to their little cellar and locked him in, and Lambert howled at mice, until the morning. 

Aiden snapped the chains around Lambert’s wrists, pressed a firm kiss to his lips, and locked the cellar door behind him as he left. He never liked sleeping alone on full moons but there was nothing to be done about it. Tonight, however, he lay in bed listening to the faint howl of his boyfriend and imagined something that set his skin ablaze and made him wish so badly that Lambert was with him at that moment, transformation be damned. 

-

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” Lambert asked for at least the tenth time, and Aiden rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, pup,” he drawled. Lambert growled at him and he smirked. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I really, truly want this.”

“But...what if it’s too close?” Lambert kept his eyes on the equipment laid out in front of him: two pairs of heavy duty handcuffs, ropes, a ball gag. Perfectly normal things.

“Lamb,” Aiden moved forward and cupped Lambert’s cheek. “You’ve never lost control the day before a full moon, you know this.”

“But what if I do? I’ve never...we’ve never had sex this close. And certainly not like this!” He waved at Aiden’s toys with exasperation. 

“Hey.” Aiden pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I trust you. We’ll be okay so long as we stick to the plan.”

“What will you do if you want to stop and you’re gagged?”

“I’ll grab the bars on the bed frame.” 

Lambert nodded. “Okay. Okay. We can do this. Are you sure?”

“Sure as I ever am,” Aiden smiled softly. “Are you sure? Do you want to do this?”

Lambert growled again, but this time it was lower, gruff and almost animalistic. Aiden felt his skin break out in goosebumps. “I want you.”

“Then take me.” Aiden held his wrists out, a pout on his lips that was far too seductive for his own good. Lambert pushed him down gently to the bed and brought his wrists above his head. Slowly, carefully, he secured the handcuffs around his wrists and then the bedpost.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” Aiden said softly. His voice sounded far away, eyelids already drooping though they’d barely started. 

“Okay, I’m gonna do the rope now. Tell me if it’s uncomfortable, okay?”

“Of course, pup.”

If Lambert wanted to snarl he was doing a good job holding it in. “You have far too much fun toying with me, kitten. Now it’s my turn.”

Aiden preened at the nickname as Lambert went to work. He tied an intricate but loose knot with the pink rope around both of Aiden’s ankles and then lifted his legs close to his chest so that he could tie them to the bedpost. Having had the good sense to disrobe before they began, Aiden was now spread wide, everything in full view. He shivered as Lambert’s eyes roamed up and down his body, focusing primarily between his lips.

“Don’t you look pretty, little one? Can’t wait to see how well other parts of you open up for me.”

“Fuck, Lamb-”

“No,” Lambert growled, pressing a finger to Aiden’s lips. “You don’t get to talk, kitten. You haven’t earned that right have you? This outta shut you up.” He reached behind him and brought back the pretty pink ball gag. He pushed it gently into Aiden’s mouth, snapped it around the back, and grinned when Aiden’s eyes fluttered.

“Good boy. Now…” Lambert placed his hands on Aiden’s chest and spread his fingers, pinkies brushing against Aiden’s nipples. He arched into the touch. Lambert skimmed his hands downward, fingers running through soft tufts of public hair, until he settled just above Aiden’s cock. “You want me to touch you, Kitten?” Aiden nodded. “But do you deserve to be touched?”

Aiden whimpered and arched again, trying to move his body into Lambert’s hands, but it only made him pull his hands away entirely. 

“Is this okay?” Lambert asked softly, his facade slipping. Aiden nodded enthusiastically and Lambert’s mask shifted back into place. “Good. You’ll take whatever touch I give you, and you’ll enjoy every bit of it. Lean your head back and close your eyes.”

Aiden did as told. A minute later he felt one of Lambert’s hands drag up his body again, up, up, until he reached Aiden’s throat. Fingers wrapped around his throat, thumb and index finger pressing into the sides, and Aiden’s eyes rolled back as his breathing stuttered just a bit. Not enough to block his breathing, but enough to get the blood flowing downward. Aiden felt his cock twitch, could feel the faint traces of precum dripping from him. 

“Look at you,” Lambert said in awe. Aiden blushed and gasped as Lambert squeezed again, slightly harder this time, and his hips rose up again to seek out any kind of friction. Lambert released and smoothed his fingers soothingly down his throat before he pulled away. “You’re such a brat, you know that? Always talking back, trying to get a rise out of me. But not now. You’re my little play thing now.”

Aiden’s breath sped up as he felt nails drag down his spread thighs. He looked down to see Lambert’s eyes trained on his hole, and reflexively he clenched around nothing. Lambert’s eyes snapped up to his and he glared.

“Did I tell you that you could look down?” Aiden just looked at him, eyes wide. “Answer me!” 

A second later a slap landed on his cheek. Lambert, bless his soul, honestly barely tapped him. It was the slightest tap in the world, much gentler than the ones he so often landed on Aiden’s backside. It made his heart swell to know that even now Lambert was so careful not to hurt him, and even that gentle pressure made his cock fill. 

“I’m going to ask again: did I tell you to look down?” Aiden shook his head. “You’re being a bad boy, I don’t think you deserve to have your cock touched anymore.”

Aiden whimpered and pulled on the cuffs but he did as he was told, eyes landing on the ugly ceiling pattern. He felt so open, so vulnerable, his hips splayed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he trusted Lambert more than anyone, and already this was proving to be a big success. He’d never been more turned on in his life. A moment later his eyes shot open and he keened as he felt something wet and soft press against his asshole. He didn’t look down, determined to be good for his lover, but the way it moved made it clear that Lambert was using his tongue. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut with lust; his fists clenched as Lambert pushed, ever so slightly stretching his hole. 

“Oh my god,” was what he meant to say. What actually came out was a gargled noise that barely sounded like him. He felt Lambert grin against his skin as he pushed his hips back, desperate to get that skilled tongue deeper inside him. Lambert pushed in deeper, wet and perfect, before pulling out, dragging his perfect tongue along Aiden’s walls. He slipped out and licked a strip from his ass to his balls, nipping gently at the skin there before pulling away. 

“Good boy, taking my tongue so well.”

Lambert’s voice sounded...different. Thicker, rougher, not entirely human. His nails dug into Aiden’s thighs harder and Aiden could swear they felt sharper somehow. He wanted to look down so bad, to see the subtle changes that were clearly taking place in his lover, but he didn’t. He heard a zipper and his thighs tensed with anticipation. 

“Fuck, you look so hot like this. My perfect little slut, desperate for every touch. Bet you want my thick cock, don’t you? Bet you’d make such pretty noises taking every inch of me...Let’s kind out.”

Thankfully Lambert remembered the lube, the wet liquid slicking over his hole and two fingers pushing into him immediately. He groaned against the gag, his eyes rolling up, as he was filled. His wrists were starting to hurt but he could ignore it for the most part, too consumed by the feeling of Lambert’s fingers spreading him open. 

“You don’t even need this, do you, slut? I think you can take my cock all on your own…” He pulled his fingers out, leaving Aiden painfully empty, before he felt the smooth tip of Lambert’s cock against his hole. 

“Mmfhh,” Aiden moaned as Lambert pushed in just an inch, just enough to make his thighs twitch. 

“Look at me,” Lambert commanded. Aiden jerked his head and locked eyes with Lambert, and he couldn’t help but groan. Lambert looked...fuck, he looked gone, eyes wild with lust and something that Aiden had only seen a few times right before the full moon. He looked like he wanted to devour Aiden. Aiden looked at his big hands wrapped around his thighs and noted that his nails were indeed sharper. 

“Ready for me?” Aiden nodded frantically as he angled his hips down and Lambert cackled. “Not that it matters. You’re mine, aren’t you? And you’re going to take me so well.”

Without warning he snapped his hips forward, pushing his cock a few inches deeper. Aiden gasped and yanked against his chains without realizing it. He hissed at the sting in his wrists, but before he could pay it much mind Lambert was pulling out and pushing back in, sinking a few more inches. He was already big, but his cock felt bigger than normal, longer and thicker. Aiden panted as Lambert set a rhythm, pushing his hips firmly back and forth, his cock grazing Aiden’s prostate. He tried to meet his thrusts but the ropes around his ankles halted his movements. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight kitten. As if you don’t take it several times a week already. Maybe I need to, ugh,” Lambert pushed in deeper and groaned. “Maybe I need to feed you my cock more often.” He started to speed up, his cock pistoning in and out, so thick that it was pressing against Aiden’s sweet spot. The pleasure was blinding; he couldn’t decide if he wanted to push against him or pull away from the strong sensations. His wrists seemed to decide for him. Without overthinking he reached up and grasped the bars of the headboard, making a sharp noise in his throat to alert Lambert. The man looked up at him with wild eyes and for a moment Aiden wasn’t sure he was going to stop, but his eyes shifted, softed, and he pulled out slowly before he reached up and popped the ball gag off.

“Are you okay, kitten?” His voice was soft, all hints of the Dom gone, and Aiden smiled. 

“Everything is amazing, love. I just- I think the handcuffs are a little too tight.”

“Do you want me to take them off?”

“No,” Aiden shook his head. “Maybe just put it on a looser notch?” 

Lambert made quick work of them, releasing and then re-securing the handcuffs to be a little more loose. He stroked Aiden’s cheek, gently dragging his sharp nails over tanned skin.

“Okay to keep going?” 

“Please.”

Lambert leaned forward and grazed his lips along Aiden’s ear. “Good boy.”

Lambert trailed his teeth down Aiden’s throat. They were sharper now, and Aiden wondered what it would be like to have those beautiful canines skin into his flesh, to bleed only to have Lambert lick him clean. He panted as those teeth rubbed over his nipple before Lambert pulled away.

“Watch me, darling.”

Their eyes locked as Lambert sunk his cock back into Aiden’s hole, fully bottoming out in just a few seconds. Aiden keened as his cock rubbed against his sweet spot. Lambert started moving, setting a quick pass. His breathing was fast and ragged, and he grasped Aiden’s by the ankles right where the ropes were as he fucked him harder. 

“Fuck, Lambert!”

“Hmm,” Lambert grunted on a particularly hard thrust, earning a sharp gasp from his boyfriend. “Appears I forgot to shut you up again. Pity. I suppose I just have to shut you up another way.” He reached up and shoved three fingers in Aiden’s mouth, pushing his fingers down on Aiden’s tongue. He obediently sucked the digits as his eyes rolled back, body pushing up the bed with each hard thrust.

His cock jerked hard as Lambert growled, picking up the pace. Aiden started to feel weird, a lightness to his head that hadn’t been there a minute ago. The world seemed to shrink to just him and Lambert, and then to just the intense feeling pulsing in his ass and spreading through his cock, to the fingers heavy on his tongue. Everything sounded quiet sans the sound of Lambert’s hips slapping against him, the slick sound of lube smearing on skin. He felt like he was on another plane of existence altogether.

And then he was coming sharp and sudden. He arched his back, pulling on his restraints, letting out a stuttered moan as he came over his stomach. His head felt fuzzy and floating, and a few seconds later he felt Lambert seize up and come inside him, body shaking. 

Nothing really felt real, not until he felt Lambert’s fingers work over his ankles. His legs settled slowly to the bed and then those fingers were on the cuffs, freeing his wrists. Aiden still couldn’t bring himself to move, nor could he voice the weird sensations sparking through his body.

“Kitten?”

No response. Lambert pulled a soft blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around Aiden. He sat next to him and pulled their bodies together, a hand going up to cup Aiden’s cheek. Aiden let out of deep breath; the light feeling was fading, followed by a heaviness that settled into his limbs. 

“Wha…” His voice shook as he could barely get the word out. 

“Subspace. It’s okay love, I’ve got you.” He stroked a thumb across Aiden’s cheek and pressed kissed along his hairline. Aiden sighed and melted into his touch.

“Th-that was...fuck...”

“Good?” Lambert ghosted against his hair.

“So, so good. Can I have water?”

“Of course, kitten. I’m going to get you something sugary, too.” As Lambert moved to get up Aiden wrapped his hands around him and pulled him back. He kissed Lambert slow and soft, his heart full. Lambert smiled and stroked a hand down Aiden’s back. As they pulled away he kissed Aiden’s nose.

“I love you, Aiden. Now, let me take care of you.”

“Thought you already did,” Aiden smirked.

#lambden #lamden #aiden x lambert #lambert x aiden #laiden #nsft #smut #my writing #probably gonna have to reblog this around noon tomorrow #cuz it late

[sparkandwolf]

Near You

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale Rating: General Summary: Derek knocked on the door of the Stilinski house, his hands full of items he had never expected to buy. When Sheriff Stilinski opened it, the shock on his face turned into pained relief as he gestured Derek in easily.

“He’s on the couch, attempting to move his fingers even though I keep telling him to stay still, and he’s complaining about having to swallow his pain medication which is due in,” Sheriff glanced at his watch and cursed, “one hour. And I was due for the night shift ten minutes ago. He’s all yours, Hale.” He brushed past leaving Derek with his mouth hanging open before he even had a chance to say hello.

A gift for @hopesilverheart

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Derek knocked on the door of the Stilinski house, his hands full of items he had never expected to buy. When Sheriff Stilinski opened it, the shock on his face turned into pained relief as he gestured Derek in easily. 

“He’s on the couch, attempting to move his fingers even though I keep telling him to stay still, and he’s complaining about having to swallow his pain medication which is due in,” Sheriff glanced at his watch and cursed, “one hour. And I was due for the night shift ten minutes ago. He’s all yours, Hale.” He brushed past leaving Derek with his mouth hanging open before he even had a chance to say hello. As the door slammed shut, Derek was snapped out of his thoughts by Stiles’ drowsy voice echoing through the entryway. 

“Wow. Love you, too, Dad. Have a great night at work while I sit here, useless and in pain,” Stiles complained. Derek rolled his eyes as he stepped into the living room to see Stiles leaning his head against the back of his couch with his eyes closed. 

“I’m sure you’re in pain, but you’ve never been useless,” Derek said as he dropped his supplies on the chair and made his way behind the couch. He smoothed a hand over Stiles’ forehead and moved the damp hair from it, resisting the urge to press a kiss to the pale skin. He tried to smother his grin as he watched the shy smile spread over Stiles’ face. Stiles’ eyes darted to the chair where Derek had left his supplies but he didn’t ask questions yet. 

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“I can’t even move my arm, Derek. If someone comes to attack us right now, I wouldn’t even be able to hold my baseball bat!” Stiles whined, holding his arm out and then wincing. Derek smacked the side of his head lightly and Stiles gaped at him. 

“You’re not helpful with a baseball bat with or without the use of your arm,” Derek teased as he walked back over to the chair. Before Stiles could be too offended, Derek tossed him Chile Tortilla Chips and his favorite iced tea, raising his eyebrows as if to say ‘try me.’ Stiles smiled widely at Derek but it quickly turned to shock as Derek help up the Batman box set he had ordered a few days prior for that exact purpose. 

“I hope you know how important you are to me,” Stiles said, clutching his snacks and drink to his chest like he was cradling a child. Derek rolled his eyes and hoped the blush on his face wasn’t too obvious. He ignored whatever comments Stiles was mumbling as he tried to open the chips to put in the first disk in the player. He made his way over to Stiles and debated on sitting as far from him as possible. “You’re not gonna break me? Already broken, remember?” Stiles said with a roll of his eyes. 

“You’re not broken, just… maimed,” Derek said as he stood in front of the couch. Stiles interrupted Derek’s internal argument by patting the spot next to him. 

“C’mon, big guy. If you’re staying in for a while, you might want to make yourself comfortable.” Derek sighed before sitting down on the couch, his movements slow, his eyes watching Stiles’ arm so he didn’t rustle it too much. Stiles scoffed and wiggled his fingers causing Derek to glare at him. 

“You’re not supposed to move them!” Derek chastised. Stiles rolled his eyes again and repeated the motion. 

“I can’t even feel them yet. Thank God for the anesthesiologist, right?” Stiles said as Derek wrapped an arm over his shoulders. Derek decided not to read into the nervous laughter as Stiles leaned into his side. Before Derek could talk, a soft sigh left Stiles’ lips that sounded as if he was holding back pain. Without thinking, Derek curled his figures around Stiles’ bicep, pulling as much pain from him as he could. Stiles looked up at him in awe. “I hate the way your veins look when you do that, but thank you nonetheless,” Stiles said honestly, his eyes closing as his fatigue caught up to him. 

“One plus side to being a werewolf, I guess,” Derek said as he instinctually pulled Stiles just a little closer. They fell into a comfortable silence, Batman and Robin’s banter the only sound to be heard through the house. Derek’s heart skipped when Stiles’ head fell against his chest.

Derek had grown up with a house full of wolves who were always up for a cuddle. He would hold onto his siblings, his family, his pack, as often as he could and never once thought it strange. Stiles wasn’t his pack; at least, Stiles didn’t consider himself in Derek’s pack but Derek couldn’t let him continue to be in pain. He also couldn’t stand by and let Stiles be alone. He knew that Scott was hesitant to leave Allison’s side as she wasn’t in much better shape than Stiles and Lydia just needed a break from the rest of them - Derek knew she deserved one. 

When Scott had suggested that Derek keep Stiles company when the Sheriff was on duty, Derek didn’t even think to say no. As much as he hated seeing Stiles in pain, he knew he could be useful even if just to make the soreness less severe. He didn’t expect Stiles to accept his comfort so immediately and as Stiles’ head rose and fell with Derek’s breathing, it took everything in him not to kiss every freckle on his face. 

Stiles fell asleep after only one short chuckle at a joke Derek didn’t quite understand, his injured arm resting on a stack of pillows, his other settling in between Derek’s knees. Derek finally gave in as his heart beat faster and let his fingers brush over Stiles’ skin. They floated over his forearm and up to his shoulder, trailing over the length of his neck before they brushed over his hair. Derek caught his scent, only slightly differing from his usual aroma. Derek could smell the alcohol used during his surgery and the anti-inflammatories flowing through his veins. 

Before he could think about it, he brushed his nose behind Stiles’ ear and into his hair, mingling their scents together. Stiles always smelled like the forest, like leaves he probably shouldn’t have been tromping through. He smelled a little like Scott, like his alpha, but Derek couldn’t be jealous of it because, underneath all of it, he smelled of Derek. Stiles smelled like pack and Derek wanted to breathe him in while he had the time. 

“Can you--” Stiles broke off with a sharp inhale of breath and for a moment, Derek was worried he was going to ask him to stop. He pulled his head away as Stiles grabbed onto Derek’s thigh. “Can you get my pain meds?” Stiles whispered, pressing his face into Derek’s chest. Derek looked around for the bottle resting on the side table but it was just out of reach. He didn’t want to move Stiles from his place against his chest so he rested the back of his hand on Stiles’ cheek and pressed his lips to the side of Stiles’ head, pulling his pain away once more. 

Stiles smiled up at him and maneuvered himself, being careful of his arm for once, until his head was in Derek’s lap, his feet slung over the side of the couch. Derek held his hands up, unsure of what to do with them in the new position. Stiles used his good arm to pull one of Derek’s hands over his waist and eyeing the other. Derek let it rest on his thigh, the soft strands of Stiles’ hair tickling his arm every time Stiles breathed. 

“Why are you here?” Stiles asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Derek barely heard him and was thankful for his werewolf abilities that he caught the slight tremor in Stiles’ voice. Stiles ran his fingers over Derek’s arm, tracing the veins that had blackened only a few moments prior. Derek thought about his question; why was he here? He wanted to lie, to tell Stiles that Scott was worried about leaving him alone to fend for himself after his injury. “You don’t have to be,” Stiles said again, peering up at Derek underneath his beautifully thick eyelashes. 

Derek shook his head and tucked his chin into his chest, his head leaning down toward Stiles. He ignored Stiles’ chin tilting up as he spoke. “I don’t have to be, I-- I want to be,” Derek admitted. He knew his shoulders bowed, his face getting closer and closer to Stiles as he bore his heart with four simple words and he knew it should scare him. It didn’t. 

“Do you want to stay?” Stiles asked. Derek didn’t know if he meant for a few hours, or for the night, or forever, but he nodded anyway. He slipped his hand underneath Stiles’ head and pulled him closer. He closed his eyes and let the warmth of Stiles spread through him. He could feel Stiles’ breath ghosting over his lips as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips. He opened his eyes, ready to see regret and fear in Stiles’ eyes, but Stiles’ eyes were closed, his mouth parted as if waiting for Derek’s. 

When Stiles’ phone rang, Derek turned his head away with a groan. Stiles reached into his pocket and looked at the screen. He glanced up at Derek and back to the screen a few times before tossing his phone onto the floor. He surged up as Derek leaned the rest of the way down and their lips finally met. Derek cupped the back of Stiles’ head in his palm as his other hands gripped the material on Stiles’ chest, doing everything in his power to hold Stiles closer. 

Stiles’ moaned against Derek’s mouth, opening his own to accept Derek’s tongue easily. Derek let Stiles lead, his uninjured hand threading through Derek’s hair to deepen the kiss. Stiles overwhelmed Derek’s senses until nothing else existed and he had never felt more content. Stiles’ lips were soft under his, pliant and welcoming and warm. Derek didn’t think there were enough words in the universe to describe the way Stiles felt against him. Until he let out a hiss of pain and Derek had to pull away. 

“No, I-- Don’t stop kissing me,” Stiles pleaded, but he couldn’t hold back a wince. Derek shook his head and placed one more gentle, chaste kiss to his lips. 

“We’ll have plenty of time to kiss when your hand stops hurting,” Derek said, bringing Stiles’ head to rest back on his lap. Stiles nodded and held his bandaged hand to his chest. 

“Promise?” Derek nodded and let Stiles’ warm smile etch into his mind. Yeah, Derek thought as he stroked a hand through Stiles’ hair, I promise. 

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #my writing #i can never complete with the amount of words youve written me #but i will forever try #<3 <3 <3 <3

[nearlymanaged]

16. Fairly High and Dangerously Attractive

February was drawing to an end; younger students were eagerly waiting for warmer weather to finally return while older ones were spending their days tucked away in the library. When Remus wasn’t on Prefect duty, in class, or sleeping, he found himself listening to Lily go on about how Sirius clearly fancied him increasingly more often. In fact, she had started trying to clumsily orchestrate serendipitous encounters between Remus and Sirius, which was rather pointless, given that they shared a dormitory. At some point, Remus began wondering whether she just wanted a reason to spend more time around James as a pleasant side effect of all her efforts. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Lily gaped at Remus as he pulled James’ invisibility cloak off them both.

“I think that officially makes you an honorary Marauder,” he grinned down at her face brimming with a kind of mischievous excitement. 

“Honorary?” She gasped indignantly, following Remus into the boys’ dormitory. “You were more scared than I was!”

“I was scared for you, Lily,” Remus chuckled as he stuffed the cloak into James’ trunk and went over to his own bed. “Don’t insult me by insinuating that I haven’t snuck into the Restricted Section at least once for every month that I’ve been in Hogwarts,” he sat down on the edge of his mattress and bent over to retrieve something from under the bed.

“I can’t believe you lot have had that cloak for years… I hope you’ve not been using it for anything, you know, creepy?..” Lily was aimlessly pacing around the room while Remus opened a tin box containing a handful of chocolate treats, a few loose cigarettes, and some other bits and bobs.

“Creepy? No, no,” Remus smiled as the image of his twelve year old friends and himself swam into focus; all out of beds in the middle of the night, taking turns hiding under the cloak, attempting to pull a pair of underpants over the other boys’ heads. 

“So which one is Sirius’ bed?”

“That would be the one with the leather jacket and all the Muggle magazines on it,” Remus nodded his head towards it; he had taken out a few things from the box in his lap, trying to get to the chocolate bar that was at the bottom of it.

“Hm,” Lily walked over to Sirius’ bed, clearly trying to catch Remus’ eye, or maybe wanting to say something, but he ignored her completely, focusing on his treat “I’ve never been in the boys dormitories before.”

“And? What’s the verdict?”

“Surprisingly, this is not any dirtier than the girls’ dorms,” she chuckled and, holding onto one of the posts, swung around and sat down on Remus’ bed. “Remus, what is this?” Her voice dropped unexpectedly.

He turned around and looked at the little phial she was holding in her hand; it contained mossy looking, dried green buds. “Weed,” he answered matter-of-factly.

“But you’re a Prefect!” Lily whispered hurriedly.

Remus took a sharp inhale, and then sighed, turning away from her. “Yes,” he bobbed his head as he spoke, “some days I think that becoming a Prefect has been the biggest tragedy of my life… Then I remember that I’m a werewolf…” His eyes found Lily’s again, and for a second she simply stared at him, completely expressionless; before she burst out laughing, almost falling off the bed.

“I always thought you’re such a goody-two-shoes.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“I’ve never tried it…” Lily’s eyes found the phial again.

“I usually smoke some after a particularly bad moon,” Remus explained, unprompted, but Lily gave him a small nod, encouraging him to continue. “Of course, we’ve done it purely for fun, but I like to always have some, just in case I’m feeling exceptionally rough. It helps me...feel more at ease, I suppose. Helps me feel a bit more normal,” he struggled through the last sentence, feeling like there simply weren’t words out there to explain what he meant. “With all the potions and tinctures and charms, this Muggle remedy is the one thing that I found really makes a difference sometimes. For me, anyway.”

“What does it feel like?” Lily opened the little container and brought it up to her nose, frowning instantly at the scent.

Remus took a bite of his chocolate before answering. “Sort of soft and warm… Relaxing but also energising. It just puts you in this state of being perfectly content. Happy. Although Peter always becomes paranoid - about everything…”

“Paranoid?”

“Strange, isn’t it? He has no qualms about breaking every school rule but that is where he draws the line. Lily?” He added quietly when she continued to stare at the little phial in her hand.

“Do you think,” she started slowly, timidly, “I could try some?”

“Lily Evans,” a devilish grin crossed Remus’ features. 

“Oh shut up,” she tittered. “I just thought, shouldn’t I be a bit more reckless now, while I’m young? My chance is now, isn’t it? Who knows what’s going to happen when we leave Hogwarts,” her eyebrows dipped before she hesitantly opened her mouth again. “There’s a war going on out there, after all.”

Moments like these were inevitable, yet still always unexpected. Remus understood exactly what she meant; terrible things were happening in the world and they weren’t always going to be able to be kids, kept safe in their school, away from the real world. That sense of suppressed dread had only gotten stronger as they got older. “Do you want to do it now?” 

“No. I don’t know…”

“We certainly don’t have to. We can do it whenever.”

“Let’s do it now!” Lily’s eyes twinkled. “You’ll do it with me, right?”

“I thought you said not now?”

“I might chicken out once the adrenaline wears off,” she grinned guiltily.

“It’s really not as big of a deal as it might seem. But I still want you to be sure that you want to do it. After all, if you do, you’ll have broken not only a Hogwarts rule this evening but also the Muggle law. And it’s barely ten pm.”

“I’m sure. Let’s do it!” Lily whispered excitedly, coaxing a laugh out of Remus.

He took out a little green glass pipe from the tin box, all while Lily was watching him, barely blinking at all, it seemed. She followed his every movement as he loaded the pipe with a bit of the green stuff, then listened closely as he explained to her what to do next.

“If only James could see you now,” Remus sniggered.

Lily glanced at the dormitory door, as if expecting him to walk in at that moment; then, she lifted the pipe to her lips, the tip of her wand to the bowl of it. “So I just do this?” 

Remus nodded but it quickly turned into a vigorous head shake. “No, stop inhaling! That’s enough! You need to blow the smoke out now…” He laughed as Lily started coughing, disappearing in a thick, grey cloud.

“That’s disgusting!”

“Takes a bit of practice, I suppose.”

“I don’t feel anything,” she sat up on the bed once the coughing ceased. “Do I sound different?”

“No, Lily, you don’t,” Remus grinned at her, blowing the smoke out simultaneously; contrary to her, he instantly started noticing a pleasant fogginess drown out most of his thoughts.

“Should we go downstairs then?”

“Perhaps not the greatest idea,” Remus trailed off.

“Why?”

Remus couldn’t stop himself from chuckling before answering. “You’re high and you have a reputation to uphold. Terrible things could happen.”

“I’ll be fine. Come on, we’re not going to spend the whole evening up here!”

“Alright then,” he nodded slowly watching Lily’s grin grow bigger.

From the top of the stone steps, Remus instantly spotted Sirius down in the common room, talking to a couple of people from their year over by one of the windows; James and Peter were playing exploding cards in another small group. Even though Sirius was on the opposite side of the room, by the time Remus and Lily descended down the steps, he was waiting for them at the bottom stair.

“You’re back, finally. You didn’t get caught, did you?”

“We’re high,” Remus whispered.

“You’re… Wait. Plural of you? High? You?” A big grin slowly found its way to Sirius’ lips as he stared at Lily in both admiration and disbelief. 

“Oh, shush!” She dismissed him with a flick of her wrist. “It’s not like I’ve never done anything illegal.”

“Wait, you have? She has?” Sirius turned to Remus now.

“I am just as deeply shocked as you are.”

“Why are you high?” Sirius’ smile suddenly clouded.

“What do you mean?” Remus raised his eyebrows. 

“Are you okay? Were you in pain?”

“Oh… No, no. This is all purely for Lily Evans’ amusement,” Remus explained while his heart swelled in his chest at the thought of how lucky he was to have Sirius in his life; someone to care so deeply and fiercely about him.

“My mouth is really dry.” Lily didn’t seem to be participating in their conversation anymore; instead, she was touching the tip of her index finger to her tongue. “Is this normal?”

“Yes,” Remus smiled at her brightly. “That can happen.”

Lily pointed her wand into her mouth and, wordlessly - a new skill she had just recently mastered - magicked a little jet of water. The two boys watched her with a mixture of wonder and pride. “Kids,” Sirius sighed tearfully, “they grow up so fast.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” Lily had finally quenched her thirst and looked over at him. “What was up with that kiss?”

“Kiss?” He laughed out, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“On Valentine’s day.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Evans.”

“About you kissing Remus, of course,” Lily’s plainly stated words tugged Remus out of his weed-induced haze.

“Well, of course, the kiss was about Valentine’s day, since it was...Valentine’s day,” Sirius concluded, slowly but surely.

“Uh-huh…”

“Did you know that if you’re standing up for too long when you’re high, you might pass out?”

“Really?” Lily instantly became visibly worried. “How long do I have?”

“Probably shouldn’t do more than five minutes.”

“You’re lying,” she squinted at him.

“Okay. We’ll find out soon enough, I suppose.”

Lily stared at him for a long, quiet, hesitant moment before making a beeline for one of the sofas in the common room.

“Sirius… Why?” Remus murmured, following Lily with his eyes.

“I didn’t think she would actually believe that.”

“What was the kiss about?” Remus smirked as he returned his gaze to Sirius now, making the latter scratch the back of his head involuntarily - a gesture Remus knew to be a sign of nervousness. He leaned his back against the wall, just to the side of the steps leading up to the dormitories. He might have asked the question humorously, but he wanted a real answer. He had been thinking about that clumsy kiss ever since it happened, although he would have never admitted to anyone. Pretty soon, he realised, he had started harbouring hope that was hard to ignore. And now that he’d gotten a boost of confidence and courage from the dried Muggle herb, he wanted to know.

“Isn’t that what people do on Valentine’s day?”

“You really are,” Remus narrowed his eyes at Sirius, “a very strange person.”

“And you are a very high person,” Sirius seemed to have regained his composure, a wry smile stretching his lips.

“Yes, speaking of which… I can’t get this out of my head… Pads, which do you think is later - three or four am?”

Sirius barked out a hearty laugh. “Three, of course. Three is late night and four is early morning. What? You don’t agree?”

“No, I do, actually,” Remus replied with a smile although frankly, he was much more interested in how beautiful Sirius’ eyes looked in the warm light of the common room.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Really, how high are you?”

“A fair amount,” Remus answered brightly. “Has nothing to do with me looking at you though.”

Of course, Remus looked at him that way because he fancied him. How did he not see that? Or did he? There were times when Remus could have sworn that Sirius knew something was going on, but for the most part, they were just friends. And yet, quite inexplicably, Remus had been even more attracted to Sirius lately than ever before. 

“I’m flattered that you think weed has nothing to do with it, but you never stare at me like that when you’re sober.”

“Maybe it’s the earrings,” Remus reached his hand out and gave a light flick to one of Sirius’ hoops.

“The earrings,” Sirius blinked, a smirk forming on his lips. 

“Yes. They’re very...dangly.”

“Oh? You’ve got a problem with them?”

“Yeah. Can’t stand them,” Remus went on, while knowing full well that ever since Sirius had gotten his ears pierced, he’d somehow become even more difficult to not stare at; that this seemingly insignificant addition of accessories had been making it hard to concentrate on what Sirius was saying sometimes. 

“Ah. That’s a shame,” Sirius muttered nonchalantly while scooping up all of his hair, with the exception of a few gracefully cascading wavy strands, and putting it into a bun, secured by his wand. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to looking at them.”

Without realising, Remus had stopped breathing for a moment. Was Sirius flirting with him? “Yeah, that’s--”

“Take that thing out of your hair, Pads, you look like an idiot,” James materialised right next to them, cackling and nudging Sirius’ shoulder. “So what are we up to tonight?” 

Sirius slowly turned his head to look at James, a stoney expression painted over his face.

“What?” James shrugged. “Is it because I said you look like an idiot? Doesn’t he, Moony?” 

“Really? You want to talk about other people’s hair?” Remus did a near-perfect imitation of James ruffling his hair, making his own dirty blonde strands stand up in all directions. “Do I look dangerously attractive yet?”

“Moony!” James gasped dramatically, clutching at his heart, while Sirius chuckled, leading the way towards the other side of the common room.

“Oi! Potter!” Lily called out and James reached her so fast, you would have thought he had just Apparated.

“So what do you think?” Remus plopped down onto one of the sofas, his eyes fixed onto Lily as he pulled Sirius down with him.

“Er...yeah, it suits you. I wouldn’t say it makes you dangerously attractive per se… Folding your socks is not a very dangerous trait.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Remus tore his eyes off Lily, who was already deep in an animated conversation with James, and looked at Sirius in confusion.

“Your hair… Isn’t that what you were asking about?”

“I was asking about Lily…” Remus was pleased to see that for once in his life, he wasn’t the one blushing. “But thanks, Sirius.”

* * *

“Do I look dangerously attractive yet?” Remus teased James, and Sirius silently nodded to himself as he walked across the room, laughing.

“Moony!” 

Remus seemed to have such an air of confidence around him that evening that Sirius found himself staring at him sheepishly, unwittingly fantasising about running his fingers through that messy hair. This was the first time that he was undeniably reciprocating Sirius’ flirting, and it felt exhilarating.

Sirius wanted to grab Remus’ face and pull him into a kiss-- but he shouldn’t, he thought. It wouldn’t be fair to either one of them - he wanted them both to be completely sober for that. Sirius was all too familiar with doing something stupid while high or drunk and even more familiar with the regret, or sometimes shame, that would rear its head in the light of the following morning.

He wanted to tell Remus how he felt about him; he wanted to show him. But he decided not to, not just then. It wouldn’t have been fair to either one of them.

“So what do you think?” Remus muttered, instantly dragging Sirius out of his thoughts.

“Er...yeah, it suits you. I wouldn’t say it makes you dangerously attractive… Folding your socks is not a very dangerous trait, you know...”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Your hair… Isn’t that what you were asking about?”

“I was asking about Lily… But thanks, Sirius.”

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled, trying to will away the heat rising in his face. “Shut up,” he added as Remus smirked at him with obvious satisfaction.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about saying something,” Sirius rolled his eyes, fighting back a happy smile. “What do you mean, what do I think about Lily?” 

“Do you like her?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Hey, I just remembered...that time I heard James and Peter convincing you to tell someone you fancy them… Who is it?”

Sirius hadn’t expected Moony to ask him that. In fact, he’d forgotten about that conversation completely it seemed. “Oh that wasn’t really...anyone,” he concluded quickly. 

“Oh? Well, I just thought I’d ask…” Remus shrugged it off. 

“How’s Vincent doing?” Sirius blurted out before he could stop himself. Although, he hoped, his tone might have been casual enough to not betray him.

“Haven’t got a clue. Why?”

“No reason.”

“So what do you think about Lily?”

“I think I like her more than I thought I would,” Sirius started happily, feeling like there wasn’t another place on Earth he’d rather be. “She just always seemed more...boring and stuck up, I guess? But I suppose that was just her reaction to Prongs, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah… But now… Do you think maybe she is actually interested in James now?” 

“Aren’t you two best mates now? Shouldn’t you know if she’s interested in anyone or not?”

“Hm. I guess I never really understood girls. Never cared to, anyway. Not really my crowd.”

Sirius stole a sideway glance at Remus, who spoke so nonchalantly. His eyebrows dipping over his eyes slightly; surely, he thought, there was only one way to interpret that statement, wasn’t there? 

“Remember that time I kept casting the Muffliato Charm on McGonagall every time someone was answering a question?”

“Vividly. Yet, I still can’t believe you did that. You worship her.”

“That would have been my first detention, had you not taken the blame.” Remus conjured a couple of those blue flames and watched them spinning in the air as he spoke.

“I didn’t really take the blame. I just didn’t correct Minnie when she assumed it was me,” Sirius was surprised by how quiet his own voice came out as he gazed at Remus’ profile, one of his arms draped across the backrest of the sofa.

“Yeah, that’s what you said to me when I thanked you for it,” Remus chuckled. “Why didn’t you correct her though?”

“Remus…” Sirius’ voice was laced with laughter now.

“What?” Moony looked over at him, their eyes meeting.

“You--” Sirius’ breath caught and he had to remind himself that pulling Remus into a kiss and snogging him until they both couldn’t feel their lips anymore wasn’t a good idea; not while Moony was high. “You are so high.” He heaved himself up and lay back across the length of the sofa, resting his head on Remus’ lap.

“True. But irrelevant.”

“I didn’t correct her because it would have been your first detention.”

“It was, what, the beginning of our third year? It was about time, don’t you think?” Remus kept his eyes on the blue flames as he spoke, but Sirius could see his smile widen a little all the same.

“I was also very much impressed.”

“By me?” This time, Remus looked down at Sirius.

“Don’t look so surprised. I don’t think I would have had the guts to do that then.”

“Yeah… You probably still don’t have the guts to do that now.”

“Oi!” Sirius flicked Remus’ nose playfully. “I just think that of all the professors, McGonagall is the least deserving to be pranked.”

“Or the scariest?”

“Also the scariest…”

“She likes you though. Always has.”

“I like her too. Alas, we could never be together,” Sirius quipped, making them both laugh.

#tw: mention of drugs #just some weed though nothing crazy #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders #hogwarts #fanfic #james poyser #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 170

170

Lance lavished Keith with extra attention as they got ready for the day ahead. Today was finally the day that Curtis was freed from his curse. Waking feeling ill, Lance kept it to himself. Keith was fighting his own dose of anxiety, coupled with lingering pain from bottoming though that had been a good 15 hours ago now. Making extra coffee, Lance had cooked a few of Curtis’s favourite foods, and comfort food for Shiro, assuming being an anchor for his boyfriend’s soul would be quite taxing on their friend. They weren’t allowed on the same floor as their friends, so Pidge and Hunk were coming with them to Platt, told by Coran to be a few hours late.

When Hunk picked them up, Lance was glad he was the one driving. Keith had hit that angry stage of anxiety, a little snappy and overly apologetic. Lance unable to keep from thinking about the house and Curtis on the drive. Hunk trying to cheer them up as he and Pidge talked tech. The house was clearly an unsaid no go topic for the day. Plans shifting to making the most of the road trip down to see Keith’s father once Curtis was up for it. Keith barely contributed. Lance ignoring safety in favour of sitting in the middle back seat with just a lap belt to be able to hold Keith close to him. Honestly having so much in his head distracted from the discomfort in his belly. A growing feeling something was wrong left him teary, though he knew he’d done everything he was supposed to be doing to keep the pregnancy progressing smoothly.

Parking in the staff parking under Pidge’s direction, Lance was hit with vertigo as he climbed from Hunk’s car, resulting in him tripping on his own feet as his left ankle rolled. Something felt very wrong. Again, he knew it was his anxiety blowing things out of proportion... Embarrassingly, Lance found himself on all fours throwing up. Keith yelling his name as if he’d been shot or stabbed, and not something as damn common as him falling over. Grabbing him around the shoulders, Lance hacked, spitting in his puddle of mess with his nose scrunched up

“Babe?!”

“I’m okay...”

“You collapsed. Do you have a fever?”

Keith smacked him in the head as he tried to check. Lance sighing heavily

“I’m fine. I tripped...”

“You...”

“I tripped. I’m okay”

Ugh. Stupid ankles. It didn’t matter how fast and how strong you were, ankles would get you every time

“We should get Coran to check you”

“Babe, I’m okay... help me up”

Keith hovered. Hunk hovered. Pidge had a bounce in her step as she led them to her office. Everything within VOLTRON was running smoothly. People going about their jobs. No blaring alarms. No one was hurt. No big bad jumped out them. He was being stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. The only thing around to fear was Lance and his paranoia... and his paranoid anger loaf who’d made Hunk carry the picnic basket, then started “helping” him along as if he was old and decrepit, reducing him to shuffling along. Thank god no one else was there to fuss, his anxiety hadn’t settled as it was, now it’d decided to kick into overdrive there’d be no settling it until Keith finally stopped fussing and they could see their friends again.

*

Keith couldn’t stop thinking about Shiro. He hadn’t called him. He hadn’t wished him good luck today. He’d said nothing to his brother and he hoped his brother took it to mean he trusted things to go smoothly, and not that he was giving up before things had started.

Settling in in Pidge’s office, she shared her space with three other technicians. Keith would have gotten lost if he hadn’t been following her as she confidently led them to the lab. With his arm around Lance, he found himself torn between who to fret over more. His boyfriend who’d fallen over and then promptly thrown up, or Shiro who would acting as Curtis’s anchor right about now. Thank fuck that the fellow lab techs weren’t in at the moment, because he wasn’t sure he could keep his damn temper in check over the situation. He didn’t blame Lance for throwing up. It’d been a while since it’d happened outside... His boyfriend had spent the morning trying his hardest to be reassuring, but when his rock started crumbling, Keith didn’t know what to do. Lance kept him grounded. Lance had to be okay. Plus Lance had totally nailed him the night before and he worried the slip of his ego had somehow upset the twins. Keith had been swept up in Lance’s scent and the way his boyfriend’s body moved. He’d rushed in, over sensitised and flipped some kind of switch inside Lance. He didn’t regret it. Even with his vampire side showing, Lance hadn’t hurt him. His grip firm, without being painful, pleasure pounded into him until he had to touch himself for relief.

Now Lance was sitting in a chair Pidge stole from another technicians desk, his boyfriend rubbing his stomach as their little gremlin grabbed a case for him to rest his feet on. Keith had seen plenty of those cases before. Normally they contained things that someone shouldn’t be putting their feet on. “Dusting” her hands off, Pidge beamed

“Okie dokie, guys. Lance has decided he needed the royal treatment, but do you guys want to see my lab?”

Pidge and Hunk had showed they were they’re for them, by being physically there for them. Pidge was keeping them smiling, as she’d done at the house, using her “gremlin powers” as a force for good. Going to the house had been a sobering experience for them, and Keith had let his duties as the cool mature older friend slide by providing very little comfort to her, despite the fact both her brother and father had been held there. Leaning back in his chair, Lance nominated him

“Keith would love to. I’m going to chill here and be pregnant. Maybe think about breaking into the locker room and appropriating some toothpaste... the options are endless”

Pidge poked Lance in the back of the head, Lance swatting at her hand. How could the pair of them act so normal? Hunk seemed the only one worried outwardly. Lance letting Pidge tease him only served to annoy Keith. His boyfriend might be clumsy, yet he felt there was more going on with Lance that what met the eye

“If you’re feeling that much better, you can come on the tour too”

“I’m busy growing two humans at the moment...”

“You’re on a roller chair. Hunk can drive you”

“Piiiiidge, I promise I’ll listen, but I’m not feeling great. Show Keith and Hunk around, brag about your job. You deserve it”

There was no one there that Keith trusted Lance’s health too. Allura helping in the summoning ritual, and Keith now realising he hadn’t been worried about the two faes. He should be worried. A demon against Coran and Allura... That wasn’t as simple as a werewolf with a cavity. They could be seriously hurt if the summoning went wrong. Catching him staring, Lance held his hand out of him, Keith moving to automatically grip it

“I’m going to be okay. You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving the room. It’s all psychosomatic from what I can tell”

“So something is wrong...”

He’d known it. He fucking knew it. Now Lance was admitting it so it had to be true

“Just a little pain in my stomach, and a little bit of dizziness. I’m fine now I’m sitting”

“You should have told me”

“I know. But I’m in the best place I can be and I’m like pretty sure that maybe it’s because I’m worrying about our friends. They’re going to be okay. Coran knows what he’s doing. They’re going to be okay and we’re all going to in relief once it’s over, you’ll see”

“But what if something’s wrong?”

“The most important thing we can do is be calm. Go check out the tech. I packed my phone, so maybe Pidge can play with that?”

Keith had forgotten about Lance’s phone. His head felt foggy from the moment he’d woken up. Too many thoughts were taxing his brain power. Crossing her arms, Pidge huffed

“I do not play. You guys should appreciate my genius”

“Trust me, Pidgeon, we do. Hunk, Bud. It’s all going to be okay. You’re allowed to be here, so you don’t have to be nervous. Kolivan isn’t here to kidnap you guys, and Coran loves you. I’m sure that engineering side of you is dying to tinker. You’ve already signed a non-disclosure, and as your amazing legal advisor I’m telling you it’s totally fine to relax”

Hunk worried his pointer fingers together

“I’m worried about you. Oh, man. I said it. Dude, are you sure you’re okay being here... You’re pregnant and pregnant people should be resting and we went to the house and you didn’t look very well then and...”

Lance gently interrupted Hunk

“Sunshine of my life, all bromo and no homo, I’m okay. You don’t need to worry. I’m older than you, remember, plus I’m a vampire. A little trip isn’t going to hurt the babies. My stomach didn’t even touch the ground. Go forth and tinker. Maybe you can swipe something useful?”

Lance liked to think he was magically easing everyone, but Keith could tell differently. He felt it, that Lance wasn’t being completely honest, yet Lance did like to stress and worry too much... He felt kind of weird being in the labs without being at work. He’d start back tomorrow, provided everything went well today. Lance had probably already thought about that too. His boyfriend being so thoroughly himself by trying his hardest to support him. Leaning down, Keith kissed the top of Lance’s head. He was being silly. He was letting his anxieties blow things out of proportion

“I’m sorry. I’m not handling this very well”

“Babe, none of us are. But we’re all not handling it well together. We’re a pack remember, it’s natural we’re worried for our family. Now, give me a kiss...”

Keith did as he was told, Lance smiling at him toothily, before continuing

“... and don’t go touching anything”

“Why not? You said Hunk could”

“Because Hunk could probably rebuild anything he broke. We have to face it, babe, we’re a little bit dumb when compared to these two. Not that you are dumb. I have no doubt you could rebuild any weapon you get your hands on, I’m just saying there’s no way I could fix a microscope if I broke it”

Keith got it. He was no wiz when it came to tech

“That’s true. We’ll be... somewhere in here, if you need me call me”

Lance slowly rubbed the underside of his swell

“You know I will. Me and our cupcakes are just going to chill”

*

Not knowing how long the summoning would take, the wait dragged on. Keith had taken to borrowing a roller chair, keeping himself preoccupied as Pidge worked on Lance’s phone with Hunk. Rolling over to his boyfriend, Lance raised his leg, pushing lightly and sending him rolling across the room. Yeah. They’d hit level of boredom. “Running” back across the room on his tip toes, Pidge pushed her chair back to stop him

“If you two keep this up, I’m going to evict you”

Lance sighed at Pidge, pulling himself up in his chair

“Don’t get snappy at him”

“Then don’t get mad when your phone explodes!”

Lance rolled his eyes, not phased by an angry Pidge

“Is it just me, or does our gremlin sound like she needs another dose of coffee?”

Coffee sounded great. Plus it’d give him something to do with hands

“I’ll go!”

Pidge huffed at Keith’s enthusiasm at leaving. He could have brought Kosmo and taken him for a walk while they waited

“Say how you really feel. You’re supposed to be helping me with the interface”

“I can’t help you until we get there”

Lance wheeled himself over to Hunk

“Hunk, the coffee nerds are fighting. Want to come get the coffee with me?”

Hunk nodded, playing along as he whispered loudly

“They’re scary when they fight”

“I know. I’m surprised Pidge hasn’t invented a Roomba that knives ankles when someone gets between her and coffee”

“Man, don’t go giving her ideas!”

Pidge pushed her chair back, crashing lightly into Lance and Hunk

“You two suck. I hope you both know that”

Lance raised his hand to ruffle her hair

“So Pidgeon doesn’t want a coffee? I guess I shouldn’t get cookies either”

“If you dare come back without cookies, I will end you”

“Many have tried. I’m having cupcakes with the last hunter who came to do just that. You might be a gremlin, but you’re facing a creature of the night”

Pidge sighed at Lance

“You’re a dramatic arsehole, you know that, right?”

“I have been told my arsehole is very dramatic and I don’t even know what that was. Hunk, do you want to come for the walk?”

“Sure... are you up for walking? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I’ve rested and I need to pee. Besides, Keith is cranky. He needs sugar and caffeine”

Keith scowled at the pair of them. He should be the one going for coffee, not his pregnant lover

“Why don’t I get to go?”

“Because Pidge might need your help. We’ll be back soon, babe”

Wheeling herself back to her desk, Pidge mocked him

“Yeah, babe. He’ll be back soon, babe. Don’t worry, babe”

Pidge could pull off being a summoned demon with ease. Keith glad she was using her powers for good instead of running a top class criminal racket

“You’re evil”

“I know”

“Guys, we’re all family and we all love each other. We’ll be back soon. Babe, it’s okay. I love you and I promise I’ll get your order right”

“I know you will. Love you, too. Make sure Hunk doesn’t get lost”

What the heck was that? “Make sure Hunk doesn’t get lost”? What a time to be awkward... Lance snorted

“Pfft. I’ll make him hold my hand and look both ways before crossing the road”

Hunk groaned at them

“Why am I being treated like a kid?”

Lance smiled happily at Hunk

“Because you’re our Hunk and we love you. Pidge, do you want any real food?”

“Nope. I’ve got my own fridge with adult food and everything. You two losers go get the coffee already”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am”

Lance shot Pidge a sloppy salute, Pidge over exaggerating rolling her eyes at him

“Go already! Keith, why do you put up with him?”

“Because I love him”

“Acceptable answer. Okay, come over here and pretend to make yourself useful”

*

The bad feeling Lance had hadn’t left. Leaving VOLTRON the world felt warmer. The sunshine and busy streets distracting with their overness. So many people were talking he couldn’t narrow in on one particular sound. With each step away from the building, he felt better. The pains in his stomach hadn’t abated at all. Yet if something was wrong, all he could do was wait for Coran as it was. Noticing his distracted mood, Hunk held his hand, Lance smiling and he shook his head when it first slipped into his.

Unable to stop from over ordering, Hunk was on coffee carrying duty, as Lance carried the two bags from the bakery back. The pain now starting to get to the point when he had to slow down, and rest every few metres. Reminding himself he only had to make back to the next block, he tried his hardest to ignore it. It’d pass. It’d pass and the twins would be okay. He didn’t so much care for himself, he’d heal, but them... He couldn’t lose them. He’d give himself an hour. If things hadn’t improved in an hour he’d head down to the infirmary and let them poke at him.

Hunk noticed the stops, the big man slowing to a snails pace to match his. Making their way through the bookshop and into the elevator, Lance dropped the bags as he grunted, staggering into the elevator wall. Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong. These... this felt like... his fake contractions but a hundred times worse

“Lance!”

“Call... Keith...”

Gripping his stomach with one hand, Lance held himself up, bent over with his hand against the elevator walls. A second wave of pain made him moan in misery

“Fuck, okay, okay, okay. It’s only a little further...”

Wetness trickled down his legs, Lance immediately panicking at the warmth

“Call Keith!”

Behind him Hunk had hit the button down to the labs, the elevator doors sliding shut. They’d only just started moving when elevator shuddered, some kind of barely audible boom causing it to shudder around them as it came to a stop. Shit. This couldn’t be good

“I can’t get through to Keith. The call won’t connect!”

“What do you mean you can’t reach... agh!”

Gripping his stomach, Lance’s knees bent, nearly buckling under the pain. A wave of something evil seemed to tear through the air, the hairs on his skin standing upright as his body erupted into goosebumps

“It says no signal! What do I do?!”

Hunk was freaking out. Lance was freaking out. He hated being trapped. He hated elevators but knew the doors would open, so ignored the discomfort of being in one. Above the lights flickered, red replacing bright white light as an alarm started ringing. Something had gone wrong. Something had gone wrong with the summoning. That was the only thing Lance could think of... fuck... fuck it hurt... it hurt so much his head dropped as he swore violently in time with the wave of pain

“Fuuuuuck!”

This couldn’t be happening. He’d done everything right. Every demand placed on him, he’d done it. He’d stabbed himself over and over with those damn injections. He’d drunk Keith’s blood. He’d eaten until he started to hate food.

Coming to his side, Hunk had set the tray of coffees down. Placing his hand on Lance’s lower back, he leaned around him

“Lance? What do I do?”

“Hunk, I need... need you to check... if I’m bleeding...”

“Wha...”

“Just put your hand on my arse and tell me if you see blood”

Hunk moved, his moved hesitant as he pulled down the back of Lance’s pants exposing his underwear. Thank god for elastic maternity pants

“N-no...”

Okay. Okay. That was good. Forcing down a deep lungful of air through his nose Lance released it slowly through his mouth

“I think I’m in labour. The summoning’s gone wrong... I need you to check the elevator doors. See if you can get them open”

It didn’t matter what floor they were on. Coran had built the place with a labyrinth of hidden stairs. If they could get out, they could get help. He could send Hunk through the car park to call Krolia, Matt and Rieva

“On it... Dude, do you want to sit? I don’t know what to do...”

Poor Hunk. Lance had to keep strong for him, but fuck... He needed Coran, like right now!

“No... no... standing... is better... fuck... fucking fuckery fuck...”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

[icefrozendeadlyqueen]

My Neighbor is a Lochbrok: Prologue

No Summary. This has been stuck in my head for so long. I had to write it.

Pairing: (y/n) x Ubbe, (y/n) x Sigurd, Adia x Bjorn, Ashla x Hvitserk, Ivar x unknown.

Word count: I have no idea

Also: This is my first time writing Hvitserk. Please let me know how is he?? This is the longest reader insert I have done. Chapter 1 will come after I recover. I think this is awesome, but I am bias. 

Enjoy!

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"(y/n)! Please! Open this door". 

A December night welcome you back into the land of the living one thing you really didn't need today waking up. You had enough with the lack of sleep for the past week to worry about getting your lazy ass out of bed. Suddenly the noises stop all at once giving you enough silence to welcome the sweet embrace call sleep. Does slumber has an aroma? A peaceful feeling that rings familiarity and numbness into your subconscious. It was a nice thought the soft sheets on top of your body pushing you back into sleep while the air conditioner is at the right temperature pumping that desirable amount of cold air needed for (y/n) to achieve sleeping state. Heart rate slows down like the gentle state you get when your fur is laid against a meadow. A violent pound awoke you from your slumber with no upcoming warning (y/n) lips part trying to speak words that never reach the outside of your lips. (y/n) pushes some hair out of her face trying to wake herself up, "I am awake! I am aw-", (y/n) crashes back into the bed pushing the sheets and blankets back onto her body, she forgets the reason she was woken up, it barely slips her mind too soon a thud disturbs your sleeping state once more. (y/n)'s eyes open turning a yellows color a look only taken when the werewolf in question is too close to shifting. A growl escapes your lips pushing the sheets of off you a loud scream escapes your lips; however, the pounds only grows now with your frustration.

"Stop your bickering dammit! I was fucking sleeping!", (y/n) seats on the bed breath in and shouting at the top of your lungs with everything you had in store. You aren't one to shout at anyone without a good reason. Sleep is reason enough. A week have you been deprived of sleep because of some Alpha duty you had to attend too. (y/n) roars once more possibly trembling the whole apartment and announcing to the whole 500 radius that some poor soul have upset the Alpha. (y/n) grabs shorts from the floor putting them on with some t-shirt that was surely stolen from her roommates room. Your hands shake incapable of holding onto your frustration despite you trying not to shred your favorite pajamas. Pajamas made only for you birthday present from your (f/c/s). (y/n) smiles at the good pros of being an Alpha taking such an assignment from your lazy sister. You stump across the apartment ignoring your roommate chugging a bucket of ice cream, "It's Chad". She whispers stopping you dead set before you even reach for the door handle. (y/n) takes a 360 turn looking straight at her friend, "Why is he knocking so loud? Doesn't he knows who I am?", (y/n) places both trembling hands together cracking a joint for good measure anything to help you not to pound the son's beta to death.

"You completely erase last night?", She asks giving you a once over. (y/n) ponders on her friends question before saying anything. A couple of images in Calamity last night rushes in your consciousness. Chad's arms around your shoulder the whole pack having a blast at your sisters bar that's many of the shops or stores we have around New York City to sustain the pack, his sucking attempt to be sexy, some words you cant register then you punching him to an inch of his life... what the? Why did I punch him?

"Guess I did. I haven't had a proper sleep in a while cut me some slack", (y/n) claims taking a turn to the kitchen ignoring the laughter of her friend. You forgot important events of last night it seems there is nothing coffee can't fix. (y/n) walks the short steps to the instant coffee cabinet taking (f/o) out walking to the machine with a suspicious glare towards her friend that hasn't responded yet, "I am waiting. I would love to see a half sleep Alpha beat the fuck out of her ex". She an omega laughs louder than the pounds on your apartment door. 

"My Ex? Who Jeffrey? Last time a check isn't he in Denmark now?". (y/n) turns the coffee machine on after water and the coffee was in their respective places. 

"Chad. You ended your relationship with him after he made the worst mistake in history", She starts off pushing the ice cream to the side. (y/n) leans back on the counter next to her coffee machine staring directly at the ball of sunshine that's your friend. She wore rainbow pajamas that read on big letters "Chilling is my middle name".

"Which is?", (y/n) respond curiously to know what happen last night.

"You know how you hate your sister to the death? You know how if you had to pick between me or her. You'll choose me right?". (y/n) nods not sure where this is going from all things possible. Your friend smiles a smile that let you to raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, so? Everyone knows I hate her". (y/n) sighs heavily calming down heavily at the soothing scent of just brew coffee. (y/n) leans off the counter walking short steps to the cup cabinets above your friends head, "But only 3 people can talk about it... maybe 4 if we include the none conventional boyfriend your sister has. That they arent together... but whatever helps her sleep at night", Your friend chuckle gaining you to stop midway to the coffee machine, "That's her phrase. If she hears you, you'll regret it".

"She did double shift at Calamity. Hvitzzy came back and guess who didn't want to come home to sleep??". (y/n) rolls her eyes at her roommate side tracking from one conversation to the next. It was obvious she loved to guess the type of modern relationship my sister has with Calamity's bartender, "Huh? The new pack members finish training?". (y/n) asks as roommate nods with a smile on her lips. She rushes out of her seat so quick (y/n) almost spills her coffee. At first, you thought she needed to hit the toilet, but she return with a book notes address to you from Hvitserk, "Luke brought you this.. It's from Hvitserk. He wasn't able to give it to you with the whole thing. He explains in detail of each member... he was very detail. Luke compelled me so I didn't open it, so please take it". Your roommate pushes the notebook on the kitchen counter staring directly at it then glancing back at you with eyes that explain everything. (y/n) sips her coffee shutting half of her sleep goodbye.

"What the fuck happen last night, Adia?!". 

"Chad insulted Ashla in the busiest night Calamity has seen so far. He said and I quote, "It seems nature skip your sister from the bottom of my heart I feel for anyone that thinks she could ever become a proper Alpha" I don't know if it was the couple of drinks you have had or lack of proper sleep. You swing an uppercut so quick it surprise everyone at the table. I was shock Hvitserk wasn't amuse. Your sister came into the bar and walk out saying something about she isn't going to jail today. It took an hour to pull you from Chad just because 40 minutes of that we were all just stun. You shouted to him, "Only I am allowed to insult her! Yeah she is a fucking bitch, but that doesnt give you the right. She is my flesh and blood". I mean yeah Chad had said stuff about Ashla to her face and behind her back countless off time much worse than that you just never were around to hear it". Adia retells the last night events as the picture of last night clouds your memory.

Flashback.

It was 2 minutes to 11 o'clock. New York City night life has just started with the many human and wolfs alike pouring into Calamity. Midnight was around the corner and a couple to many drinks in your system. Chad holds your shoulder to keep you steady as everyone comes by paying their respect to the Alpha then walks to the bar to welcome back Hvitserk for the excellent work at training new recruits. Old faces come and go with rarely new ones the whole pack was here living their best life, "Another drink for our Alpha!", Chad claims gaining a crowd to raised their glasses cheering happily. (y/n) chuckles uncontrollably at the slight thought this is an amazing night. You kiss Chad on the cheek with him returning your affection, "I have to go say my words to Hvitserk. I'll be right back". (y/n) moves back with beer in hand walking to the bar hearing a soft, "I'll be here", from Chad's lips. Hvitserk laughs at some joke Luke spoke near the bar. (y/n) walks slow steps stopping right in front of the infamous Alpha, "Welcome back, Alpha", (y/n) words brings Hvitserk's eyes staring directly at your (e/c). It was a short sense of acknowledgement as his eyes drift to the door. His green eyes keep contact with those that (y/n) knows is her by the strawberries and cigarette strong scent, Ashla.

"You are staring Hvitserk", Luke calls out making you laugh almost choking on the beer you were trying to drink.

"Luke leave the lover boy over here. He can stare all he wants, but Ashla is not the woman I would recommend, Hvitty", (y/n) inch closer to him whispering words laughing soon after at his stare from Luke green eyes to your (e/c).

"I am not staring". Hvitserk claims keeping his eyesight on the drink he has been working for Luke.

"Right... and Ashla is a proper lady", Adia whispers just to sweeten the deal (y/n) burst out laughing replying back, "This shouldn't be funny".

"Ashla said we could add a moderate amount of Wolfsbane". Hvitserk inches closer to my ears whispering seductively the words that make me fear life as it is. He pulls back cracking a laugh at my fearful utter expression, "You didn't just do that?". (y/n) asks just as Hvitserk avoids a sharp glass thrown at him from across the room. Luke, Adia & (y/n) turn around to stare far across the other side of the bar a black hair woman with glaring black eyes looking back at us, "Well, Ashla is pissed. She didn't told you to use Wolfsbane, did she?".

"I did to us werewolves not to the humans". Ashla soft whisper reach all the corner of our minds. (y/n) shivers turning around shaking the feeling that Ashla might just be behind you.

"I'll prepare whiskey on the rocks if you come here". Hvitserk whispers to my sister. We stare seeing Ashla taking another cigarette out placing both her lips around it. She looks up with a glare directly at Hvitserk, "My attention cost food".

"I was waiting for you to say that", Hvitserk responds with a cheeky grin adorning his lips. (y/n) looks back at Hvitserk bringing some plastic bags from under the bar counters. You look as Adia shiver pointing to the other side of the bar (y/n) looks towards it seeing Ashla joining group, "Congrats, Hvitserk. You have master Ashla". Luke says sadly right after Ashla proceeds to punch his gut with her elbow. She sat back down eating her food and alcohol in silent, "Has everyone said their welcome backs?".

"Hmm.. Let me see". Hvitserk reach back to put his hair up again. It was cute the state everyone was in Hvitserk was back, Ashla wasn't so moody well less moody than usual, Adia was as always a ball of sunshine, Luke new house is the floor. (y/n) stares at Luke seeing Ashla feet on his head, "There is only one person that hasnt said it to me". Hvitserk blurts out with Luke screams of pain when Ashla stands from her seating position. You glance at the little exchange not going to help Luke because Ashla's wrath cant be escape. Ashla takes a hold of Hvitserk's collar bringing him to her level, "Hmm. I told you first... remember that". Ashla proclaims almost growling. Adia and (y/n) wait patiently for the kiss that never seem to happen. Ashla hates a crowd she lets go off his collar not before Hvitserk place a hand behind her head bringing Ashla closer to finish what she started. It was sudden but sweet in a way (y/n) saw Ashla's brows relax and her face calm down just from one action. Hvitserk pulls back pecking her lips again, "You can't tease me like that".

"Who said I was teasing?". Ashla blurts out sharing another kiss with him. Adia throws them some fries to stop their make out session, "Wait till everyone leaves! I don't need to know where you two fuck".

"The bar in the other side that we don't use", Hvitserk respond letting go off Ashla satisfied to get what he wanted.

End of Flashback   

"I didn't need to know that", (Y/n) calls out shaking your head shivering at the sweet exchange. Adia glances at your surprise, "so he is pounding our door for that?".

"Maybe....". Adia takes a step from her chair trying to escape your questioning.

"We are not done. What else happen?", (y/n) firmly speaks not a minute later Adia returns with a spoon in hand eating her ice cream. 

"Chad kiss Jessica and went home with her. Ashla kick them out of the bar saying something on the lines off disowning them from the pack. Chad said Ashla can't do that, but she glare at him.. you know with her red eyes... it was a tense time. You follow up disowning Jessica too". Adia fills in the empty blanks that lead to the Beta's son being a total douch-bag, "He probably thinks he can talk to you knowing you forget sometimes", Adia adds gaining you glare back at the door.

"We both are Alpha... even though she says she can switch to a beta", (y/n) shakes her head at the current stupidity of her sister. 

"He is still outside. Ashla said to call her, and she'll rough him up a bit. Hvitserk suggested to call him. He offer to make it quick whatever that means", Adia blurts out locking eyes with you once more.

"He means to kill Chad. Did somebody told him what Chad has said?". (y/n) asks with Adia thinking about her response.

"I believe he knew. He just didn't knew it was about Ashla. I have never seen him so angry before". Adia shivers pointing to the door. You shrug the uneasy sensation placing the empty coffee cup in the sink with Adia putting Calamity's number on the homephone. (y/n) takes steps out the kitchen and towards the first headache of this morning. You didn't want to deal with the douch-bag that's your former boyfriend Chad Tim, Beta son to Jimmy Tim a good man despite his shitty son. (y/n) brings the door open seeing red headed Chad growling at your form. (y/n) stretched not even bother to feel threaten by Chad small attempt, "Why the hell are you here? Didn't Ashla disowned you? You don't belong or get help by the pack leave to your whores house already". (y/n) holds onto the door handle pushing the door back to closing hoping that's the end of that. You walk back into your apartment unaware that Chad stop the door from closing, "Don't you walk away from me!! Ashla is not my Alpha. You are". Chad growls an spits at you screaming louder than you thought possible. He runs towards (y/n).

"(Y/N)! Oh my god! Chad has gone mad!", Adia calls out to you screaming at the phone to someone that replied, "I am on my way". 

(y/n) turns left slowly watching Chad punch air. You felt like a feather feeling your Alpha senses flagging red when danger is about. (y/n) reach for his wrist pressing enough strength to catch a reaction. You bring one of your legs to his stomach hoping it had broken a bone or 3. A crack not sure if was yours or his as his other punch make contact with your cheeks. Adia scream wanting to help, but Chad looks at her growling to keep her quiet. Adia stops dead on track whimpering. (y/n) punches his gut one more time. You breath in air screaming when you pick Chad up throwing him outside your apartment. The pack members walk out of their apartments staring at gone mad Chad and their beaten Alpha, "I'll make you suffer for that Chad. You will plead for mercy that I'll never provide, you lowlife sack of shit. Come at me you little bitch. Are you going to fight me for your spot in the pack because last time I check Ashla disowned you. This is a pack of Alpha sisters. She did right at fucking kicking you ungrateful little shit!", (y/n) calls to him eyes turning a vivid color him growling at every word you said. Hearts beating and Adria thought just forgotten as you run to Chad with a goal in mind.

Make sure he regrets the day he was born.

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Maybe, Just Maybe

Characters: Jo Harvelle x Winchester!Reader, Sam and Dean Winchester, Meredith Grey, Mark Sloan, Jackson Avery, Owen Hunt

Word Count: 1,150

Warnings: supernatural/grey’s anatomy crossover, all angst, end of season 5 spoilers

Summary: Jo is someone that shouldn’t be hunting in the first place, but after you have a fight, you come to learn bad news that just shatters your world.

Squares Filled: No pain no gain for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​ // surgery in @hc-bingo​ // last times/farewells in @ladiesbingo // broken bone in @spngenrebingo​ // homesickness in @badthingshappenbingo​

Fandom: Supernatural/Grey’s Anatomy

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

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Not every relationship is going to be perfect. There are big obstacles and small ones, and only if both parties are willing, then they can get through anything. Your relationship, however, may be suffering too much to fix it. You said something you shouldn't have, even though you believe it to be true. Your girlfriend, however, didn't like hearing it.

You've been hunting ever since you could walk. Your mother died a year after you were born, so your dad took you into his family. He was also on his own with two boys, and as much as he did not want you to, you got into his lifestyle. How could you not when he came home bloodied and bruised, or when he hid weapons and other supernatural items all over every motel you stayed in.

Yes, your dad was John Winchester, but your mom wasn't Mary. You're the youngest of the Winchesters, and your half-brothers are very protective of you. They tried everything to keep you away from the scary stuff, but there came a time when you had to learn to protect yourself. John hated bringing you into this life, but in his mind, it was better than being put into the foster system. So, Sam and Dean helped you be the best hunter there ever was.

And you were until you met Jo Harvelle.

It's not that she made you a bad hunter, it's that she made you a cautious one. While that should be a good thing, it's actually the complete opposite. Sam, Dean, and even your father taught you to shoot first and ask questions later. Jo always loved to ask questions first. She was so eager to hunt with you that she threw all caution into the wind. It was your duty to look after her. She's unknowingly caused so many injuries and accidents.

You can't blame her. Her mother is a hunter, and so was her dad. She so badly wants to be one, that she skips over steps. She's inexperienced, but she refuses to see it. You've told her this many times in the nicest way possible, but it won't stick into her head. You're about the same age as her, and because of that, she thinks she can do whatever you can do.

You grew up with experience... she didn't.

The last conversation you had with her was you trying to explain to her why she couldn't come with you to Seattle on a werewolf hunt. You tried to be nice about it, but you ended up screaming in her face about how bad of a hunter she was. You might have said some other things involving her dad that you can't take back. The look on her face tore your heart into two. Instead of helping her become a better hunter, you just pushed her away.

Classic Winchester.

She knew she was inexperienced, but all she wanted to be is like her parents. A part of you never wanted her to become involved in the first place. She's smart, young, adventurous, brave, full of life, and very beautiful. Monsters eat people like her for breakfast. You were just scared of losing the person you loved dearly. You've seen what it did to your dad, Sam, and Dean. It sucks the life out of people. You didn't want to see that happen to her.

You regret everything you said to her. You love her. Hunting means nothing if she isn't by your side. You left over a month ago and wouldn't take anyone’s calls, not even your brothers. You wanted to prove that you can still hunt alone.

You can't.

You proved that when you thought it was a good idea to go after a werewolf nest without any backup. Yes, werewolves have nests, and they are fucking vicious when threatened. You didn't know if you would even make it out alive. Maybe you didn't. Maybe what you're looking at isn't a dark sky with a bunch of twinkling stars. Maybe you didn't get your insides ripped apart like it was a Christmas present. Maybe you didn’t break almost every bone in your body, trying to fight them off. Maybe you're not lying on the grass, fighting for every breath. Maybe you're not wishing Jo, Sam and Dean were with you.

Maybe, just maybe, you're not currently dying.

Because if all of the above is true, then maybe you're not going to make it home after all.

What happened? Where are you? Why do you feel so numb? The last thing you remember is fighting that werewolf—or actually losing against the werewolf. You were looking up at the stars, wondering if you'd been too harsh with Jo. Jo! Shit! You need to get to her!

You yank yourself up from your bed, but two things stop you: pain burns up your abdomen, and a bunch of wires keeps you locked on the bed. Oh, you're in a hospital. Your legs are in casts. How did you get here? Who found you so close to a werewolf's nest? Are they okay? How many bones did you break?

"Oh good, you're up,” a female doctor says by the beeping machines.

How did you not notice her or the nurse there before?

"Page Dr. Sloan and Dr. Hunt, please," she asks of the nurse.

"Right away, Doctor,” the nurse nods and leaves.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?” she asks, and you just nod. "Do you know where you are?” Nod. "My name is Meredith Grey. Can you try speaking for me?"

"Water, please,” you try saying, but it comes out all raspy.

"Of course," she nods and leaves.

As soon as she leaves, three more doctors enter. All men, all with smiles on their faces. One is the tallest with grayish hair, the other is a black man with gorgeous green eyes, and the last one is a redhead. Why are they here? Meredith comes back with some water, and you down it graciously.

"Can you tell me your name?” Dr. Grey asks.

"Y/N."

"Y/N, they are Dr. Mark Sloan, Dr. Jackson Avery, and Dr. Owen Hunt," she introduces the trio respectfully.

"You have really pretty eyes," you say to Jackson.

"Thank you," he blushes.

"Can you tell me how you got your injury?"

"My injury?" you ask before remembering the werewolf.

"Your abdomen was badly damaged. Dr. Avery and I were able to repair some of it with skin grafts, but we had to pull sections from your thighs and butt," Dr. Sloan explains.

"I've never seen trauma that bad. What happened?" Dr. Hunt asks.

Dr. Avery's eyes remind you of someone. They are bright green with a hint of blue, though, you're not concerning yourself with the blue.

"I have to call my girlfriend. She'll worry," you say when you remember your brother and the whole reason you're in this mess.

"I'm sure she will be alright. Is there any family we can call?" Dr. Grey asks.

"My brothers. Please, let me have my phone. I need to talk to them."

You beg with your eyes, and the doctors realize they won't be getting anything out of you unless they give you what you want. The doctors shuffle out of the room after giving you your phone. You haven't spoken to anyone in a good month, so you hope you can get them to come to you.

Dean hasn't said a word since he and Sam have arrived. He's been standing by the door with a sour look on his face. Sam is talking to Dr. Grey, but you don't know about what. As soon as he's finished, he walks into your room and locks the door.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean explodes.

"You could have gotten yourself killed,” Sam adds.

"Not calling or texting in a month? Because of Cas' stupid rib branding thing, we couldn't find you," Dean glares.

"I'm sorry,” you sigh.

"What happened?" Sam wonders.

"Werewolf nest. I couldn't get out in time. I thought I was dead."

"You will be because l am going to kill you!" Dean shouts.

"Before you do that, could one of you tell me why Jo isn't calling me back? We had a huge fight before I left, and I need to tell her that she was right. I shouldn't have said what I said, and I really hurt her feelings. Is she ignoring me?"

Dean's anger and Sam's concern completely wash away at your girlfriend’s name. Something happened, you can read it on their faces. Did she get hurt? Worse? You haven't been home in a month, so how bad can things actually get?

"What happened? Tell me she's alright,” you whisper.

Sam takes a seat on the edge of your hospital bed. If Sam is the one talking, then you know you're going to hear bad news. He's the brother that always gets that job.

"Don't say it," you get tears.

"We were being chased by hellhounds, and one of them got to her before we could."

"Tell me she's okay," you cry.

"She didn't make it. Ellen either. I'm so sorry,” he sighs.

You're already crying at the thought Jo is no longer with you, but Ellen too? You left things off with Jo by yelling at her and telling her she sucks at hunting? Now she's gone? You didn't even tell her how sorry you are. You're never going to hear her voice again, stare into her beautiful eyes, run your fingers through her blonde locks, kiss her plump lips, and so many other things.

You're never going to tell her how much you love her, and it's all your fault. Maybe if you had never left, you might have been able to save her. All you can do now is to cry for the loss of a family who never deserved any of this.

Maybe, just maybe, things would have been different if you stayed.

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Mark of the Wolf Part 13

Catch Up Here!

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader (Lastname: Markolf)

Words: 3k

Warnings: Exposition dump! 

A/N: This chapter and I are frenemies. On the one hand, I love delving into lore, on the other... I don’t like info dumbing, but... Yeah. Also, I didn’t get a chance to work on some things that I had originally intended but the good news is that the action picks up in chapter 14! I haven’t proofread so bear with me. 

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"Vampires?" Peter huffed with a humorous chortle in his throat.

Maggie pinched the bridge of her nose, annoyed that he had interrupted her mid-sentence, "Not in the conventional Vlad the Impaler sense… but yes, for lack of a better term, 'vampire' is as accurate an explanation as I can give."

Theo chuckled under his breath, his body shaking with amusement, "Vampires. Now I've heard it all."

"Almost everyone in this room is a werewolf and you're a chimera, but for some reason believing in a well-established mythological creature just as popular as the werewolf is where you draw the line?" Stiles gawked at both Peter and Theo.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Peter folded his arms.

"Perhaps if you'd let Maggie finish what she was telling us, we'd have an easier time swallowing this 'vampires exist' pill," Stiles posited with some annoyance in his voice.

"Thank you, Stiles," Maggie said gratefully before continuing: "Okay so from what I've gathered, we know that these hunters never appear in daylight and that any effort to kill them hasn’t been successful as far as we know. And according to Derek, when you two were in the dream state, they mentioned something called the Mother Tree and one of them had a tattoo of a five-fold-knot. We also know they are warded off by burning sage."

"Oh, I get where you're going with this," Jonah plopped down onto several cushions and crossed his legs. "Sage is their garlic… right?"

"What?" Esme frowned, lost in translation.

"Because vampires can't stand garlic. So if these hunters are some type of vampires, then sage is their garlic," Jonah said excitedly. "Oh, oh, oh, does that mean that we have to whittle stakes to kill them?"

“They do suck people’s essences out of their body, don’t forget that,” Peter added dryly.

Jonah’s eyes went large and his jaw dropped, “Woah! Maybe they are vampires.”

"That's all well and good, Speedy, but that's not what I was getting at," Maggie patted his back appreciatively. "I was going to say that the Mother Tree is probably a very old Nematon and sage is an ancient ingredient used by druids for centuries, usually to cleanse negative energy and such. Naturally, this led Deaton and I to the legend of the liaths. And they in turn led us to--"

"Now I’m confused," Derek jumped in. "What's a liath?"

Maggie pursed her lips as she thought of the simplest way to explain it to them.

It was Deaton who chimed in this time, "The same way druid emissaries are a force for good and darachs are a force of evil, liaths are those caught in between. They don't really serve any one side."

Esme pulled out a scroll from a stack of papers shoved in the bookcase after Maggie whispered something in her ear. Once it was unrolled, a large portrait of several faces stared back at you from the crumbling paper. You gasped when you saw what looked to be a perfect illustration of Alyster and Astrid and that kitsune -Kaze- from before.

“Are these the guys who attacked you in the church in Mexico?” Maggie’s dark nails scrapped over the paper slightly and the noise made a few of the werewolves in the room cringe.

"That's impossible," Peter chocked on his words as he took a closer step to see the scroll better. "They look exactly as they did in your memories..."

"They haven't aged a day," Liam said in amazement.

"I thought so," Maggie popped her knuckles, bangles sliding down her arm nosily, "That is one of the few remaining iterations of an ancient order known as the Venatores -which Stiles told me you had already figured out thanks to Lydia’s translations. Over the years they’ve been called different names: Order of Osiris, Order of Sagittarius, The Solstice Hunters… it goes on and on. They've been around for thousands of years."

"Why?" you finally spoke, but your voice was shakier than you would have liked. "What do they want?"

Derek's eyes fell on you when he heard the subtle quake in your words, he instinctively took a step closer to you but then stopped himself from moving any closer. That awkward tension was still strong between you two. You dreaded the fact that you'd have to talk about the kiss... eventually.

Markus rubbed your arms to comfort you, it helped but not by much.

Maggie opened her mouth to answer you but couldn't pull through. Having sensed Maggie's distress from trying to answer your question, Esme laced her fingers with hers in a silent act of assurance.

"What is it?" you asked frantically, eyes searching the pile of notes and sketches and open books for any clues. Markus held you fast so you didn't shake like a leaf in front of everyone.

Theo exhaled loudly, his fingers scratching at his eyebrow, "Isn't it obvious. They want what they've always wanted. You. Dead. The real question is why?" He turned his attention back to Maggie, ignoring your distraught expression.

A hush fell over the room and you could see Markus's eyes squint in Theo's direction when you turned to jelly in his arms from dread.

"He's not wrong," Peter mumbled and Derek jabbed his side with his elbow forcing a cough out of Peter’s mouth.

You took in a deep breath and sat down on a chair, head in your hands as you blinked back the image of Alex lying dead on the ground and Scott and Derek being cornered by the hunters. Your life was turning out to be one great big nightmare, and right now you were beginning to resent the fact you hadn't gone with Alyster. With that thought, a tingle returned to your lips and you were reminded of the kiss. It brought with it a bitter-sweetness that kept you grounded while your thoughts bounced all over the place. You felt like you were going insane.

As though to shift the focus and clear the stale air, Deaton pushed a large, musty-smelling book towards the group and flipped it 180 degrees. His finger tapped on an illustration of an intricate compass that looked to be hundreds of years old. "Is this the device that the man -Alyster- had around his neck?"

You studied the detailed drawing and then nodded weakly, "Yeah, that's it. What is it?"

"It's called the Oculus. It grants the wearer an ability to wield the Wadjet, it is more popularly known as the--"

"Eye of Horus," Markus interjected, brows knit in thought. A few people shot him surprised looks and he just shrugged them off with a nonchalant: "I have a masters in history."

"That's right," Deaton affirmed. "Horus is associated with protection from evil spirits and he is usually depicted as a falcon, hence the reason why this Alyster's eyes change when he activates the Oculus."

"So now we're fighting ancient Egyptians? I--" Liam plopped down next to Jonah and just stared blankly at the floor. "Can someone just run us by the SparkNotes version or...?"

Esme laughed and sat atop the table with one leg dangling over the air, "You gotta brush up on your storytelling skills, hon." she smiled at the very exhausted Maggie.

Deaton cleared his throat before throwing his hypothesis out for everyone to ponder, “I think this amulet gives him the ability to track and locate the Order’s targets. I also think it’s used as an anchor to a much more powerful source of magic.”

Maggie jumped in on Deaton’s bandwagon and started breaking down what everyone knew, "Okay, so from what Stiles found out, we know that these hunters have some sacred mission linked to all their killing. We now also know they're older than dirt so… that's a plus because there’ll be a trail left behind somewhere. What we didn't know before was, just as Theo put it, why they do what they do. Until now."

Maggie placed a book identical to the one Stiles had been trying to translate in the bunker days prior, “According to this text, the Order was established by a group of druids, liaths and darachs alike. A few hundred years ago a plague nearly wiped out all shapeshifters on earth -that's why our numbers are so low despite how long we've been around. Those that were immune stopped presenting the ability to shift. Those who contracted the plague were killed by the Order. It was called the First Coming of the End of Days. The sacred duty of the Order -or Venatores- was to try and prevent a second coming. The druids on this council feared that the plague would one day return, and so they created these hunters using the sacred power stored inside the oldest focal point of concentrated magic in their village. A Nematon. And since Nematon’s have a tendency to influence the formation of telluric currents, we believe that’s where the Oculus comes into play. We think after they absorb someone’s essence, the Oculus channels that energy into the earth and sends it somewhere else using telluric currents.”

Peter ran a hand through his face, his jaw muscles tensing, "Oh for the love of- So far, all you've told us is that these hunters are very old, very unkillable and very specific in choosing their victims. None of that helps us in any way. I want to know how to kill them, and if we can't, I'd like the quickest route to the airport please." He flashed a forced smile and everyone collectively sighed.  

"Scott, how do you feel about all this, you've been quiet during this whole thing," Derek ignored Peter's outburst and placed his focus on Scott, who looked to be in his own little world.

Scott stretched and turned his head up to regard everyone's inquisitive gazes, "Honestly, my whole life has been one impossible thing succeeding another and another… So what if they're vampires or if they're supposedly the first warning sign of the end of days. A few days ago, Monroe was our biggest worry, now she's dead and her numbers are cut in half. That's one crisis averted. Things have a way of balancing themselves out. We just have to maintain cool heads until they do."

Stiles paced about the room before clapping his hands together at the prospect of a new idea dawning over him, “Uh, hey, Maggie, you got a map that displays telluric currents?”

Maggie moved about the room in a hurry, but it was Markus that came to the rescue, “Here,” he handed Stiles a map he had grabbed from a trunk. “Telluric currents were a passion project of mine. I’m a bit of a nerd for this stuff.”

Stiles slapped Markus’s large arms in thanks and winced before flicking his hand at the wrist several times, “Ow, what do they feed you?”

“Kibble,” Markus joked dryly. “Why the map?”

“I’m thinking if we spot any major changes between the data on this map and a more recent one, we can determine whether this Oculus theory is accurate and maybe plot out where the fluctuations lead to,” Stiles fumbled with the map until he gave up and handed it to Scott who unfolded it with ease.

"That just might work…” Markus looked over your shoulder, his attentions shifted onto the piece of paper in front of you. “What are you drawing?"

You furrowed your brows, confused by his question and then looked down to where his eyes were focused. On the page were several pened drawings of a bow and shank of a key without a bit. To your surprise, you had been scribbling the symbol from the car ride over and over.

"I… I didn't know I was doing it," you sat up from the chair and dropped the pen like it had burned you.

"I know this symbol. Professor Tennyson ran a class on semiotics. That's the Ankh. The Egyptian symbol of life," Markus finished the symbol by drawing a line that intersected between the bow and shank of the key.

"Okay, but that doesn't explain why I'm drawing random symbols without thinking it..." you looked to everyone in the room and saw Stiles raise his hand. ”Stiles?"

"Ah, yeah, so I was possessed once by an evil kitsune's spirit and that would sometimes cause me to do things I didn't remember doing," he shoved both his hands in his pockets and started rocking on the balls of his feet, lips pressed tightly together when he noticed Jonah's jaw practically fall to the ground.

Everyone in the room took a tentative step back or inched away from you. You rolled your eyes at their behaviour.

"I'm not possessed. I think I'd know if I was possessed," you bit back.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how that works," Liam chimed in, his words muffled by his curled hand placed on his chin and lips.

"Maybe its residual magic from when Alyster was inside your head," Esme said casually as she took a bite of an apple.

"Alyster was in your head?" Markus repeated in shock. "How? When? How? And why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was under the impression that everyone heard my conversation with Esme and Maggie a few nights ago," you glared at Derek. "Seeing as how I live in a house full of werewolves with supernatural hearing."

Peter coughed again, but this time it was to hide his grin and laughter. Derek opened his mouth to say something but Deaton's busy hands rustling through papers and books garnered everyone's attentions away from the two of you.

"What are ya thinking?" Maggie asked him.

"I think Esme is right, and I think there's a pattern we aren't seeing," he answered.

"What pattern?" Scott moved closer to the table.

"Semiotics," Deaton smiled when he pulled up an encyclopaedia. "First, Alyster mentioned a Mother Tree. Then we find out that the hunters are the closest thing to immortal as we can get and now Y/N is unknowingly sketching the Ankh of all thing. Do you see it yet?”

“These are all three very different things,” Liam nodded.

“N-no… They are all linked by one semiotic message. Life,” Deaton said, his finger pointing into the air stiffly like he was giving a powerpoint presentation. “Every spell draws power from somewhere. All magic is just an exchange of energy.”

“So what if they’re killing people for fuel?” Derek posited, stepping closer to you and the table.

“Why don’t we just ask one of them?” Theo’s bored tone swept through the room.

Stiles squinted at him, “What? Just stroll up to them and ask one of them to come over for tea and crumpets?” he retorted sarcastically.

“No, I mean like set a trap, kidnap them and then try different methods of murder until one of them sticks,” he stated morbidly.

Jonah swallowed loudly and hid half his face behind a pillow, “That sounds mean.”

“It doesn’t count if they’re immortal,” Theo smirked.

Esme lobbed her apple at his face, some of its fleshy interior broke off and showered around Theo’s feet in juicy sprays. He wiped the residual bits off with his jackets sleeve and a sour face.

“Don’t fill his head with such things. You aren’t helping. Out!” Esme pointed to the door and Theo lifted his hands defensively as he strode out confidently.

“Can I leave too, or are we only handing out hall passes if we say insensitive things?” Peter pointed to Theo’s retreating form. “Because, let me tell you, I have so man—“

 Esme lobbed another apple but Peter’s quick reflexes caught in just before it touched his nose. He crushed the apple in his hands and made quite the show of it, “I take it that was a no?”

“Stop being an ass, Peter. Otherwise, the next thing someone throws at you will be a stake,” Derek spoke over his shoulder without looking up from the map Stiles had laid down.

“A stake…” Peter glanced at Jonah and then back up at Derek’s back. “The kid was onto something!”

“W- Who me?” Jonah bounced on the couch, happy to be included in the discourse. “About what? Vampire stakes?”

Peter rose a brow and said, “Yes.”

No one moved an inch, the only sound in the room was the passing of wind and Stiles flipping map pages like he was ripping rice paper apart.

“Think about it,” Peter wiped his hands on Scott’s shirt and Scott simply sighed. “Maybe 'vampire' isn’t the most far off explanation after all. I mean… what if we need a very specific weapon to kill these hunters? Maggie said that they were created using magic from a Nematon. And Deaton thinks the Oculus is used to traverse through telluric currents -Hell, I bet that’s how they travel so quickly too!- Maybe we need a piece of the thing that made them, to kill them!”

Esme worked her back muscles before begrudgingly siding with Peter, “I hate to say this, but maybe the ass is right.”

“Well that’s just rude,” Peter complained. “But at least you can see the obvious genius in my explanation. And look at that, I didn’t even take a whole morning to explain things to everyone.”

Markus rubbed his eyebrows, “So we find this tree and…”

“I found it! I found the spot where the telluric lines converge!” Stiles cheered by himself, fist-pumping in the air. Jonah joined along too figuring it was the more appropriate thing to do in this situation. Then Stiles’s face fell and he swore under his breath as he looked over the map on his phone and the one of the table.

Derek sighed, his teeth clenching in disappointment, “It’s in Sweden.”

The room collectively groaned.

“Well we can scratch that off the list because there’s no way we’d be able to go all the way to Sweden and back before the hunters murder everyone,” Peter sat on the windowsill looking defeated. “Come to think of it, why haven’t they found us yet? It’s been days. Last time it took them mere hours to find us after we’d crossed the border into Mexico.”

Maggie was chewing a biscuit and had to dry swallow most of it to answer him, “We’ve been taking turns burning sage pales around the property's border. I’m surprised you haven’t smelt it.”

“I just thought that was the usual smell around here,” Peter mumbled snidely.

“Actually, I don’t think we have to go very far to get what we need,” Deaton stated. “Most Nematon’s come from the same root. In theory, all we have to do is head back to Beacon Hills to get what we need.”

“Then I guess we’re going back to Beacon Hills,” You stood from the chair, spine groaning from being stretched too suddenly. “If you want to test out your stake theory, you’re going to need bait.”

“It’ll be dangerous,” Derek protested in a dark voice.

“Then you’ll just have to protect me. Like you promised,” you spoke with confidence.

“Shotgun!” Peter said loudly with a mischievous wink sent Derek’s way.

It didn’t take long for a plan to be formed. Soon after everyone was familiar with their roles, they all broke off to start packing up.

You had started packing up some of the clothes you’d found in your old drawers. You didn’t know why you were doing this but it seemed to help, it kept your mind busy. Markus, Esme and Maggie had argued for you to stay home and let everyone else handle everything, but in the end, they were left with no option but to concede. Even though it was dangerous, you were right, the plan wouldn’t work if you stayed behind.

Maggie gave you a pendant with a hollow locket filled with sage essential oils so you could stay shielded from the Order during your drive back. There was a spot on your chest that always got a little oily if the necklace stayed still for too long. You made a habit of wringing the charm along the silver chain in between still moments.

There was a rap at your door and you started from your thoughts, “Come in.”

It was Derek.

“Got a minute?” he asked from behind the ajar door.

“All I’ve got are minutes.”

He hummed before walking in and closing the door behind him, affording himself some privacy, “I wanted to talk to you about--“

“The kiss,” you said simply.

“Yeah, listen, it was a spur of the moment thing. It was a heated argument and you were so stubborn that I felt like I couldn’t get a word in,” Derek tried to explain while his hands fidgeted.

“Right. It was the only thing you could think to do.”

“Yes!” His eyes lit up.

“Like in the dreamscape…”

“Yes!” then his eyes grew serious and his cheeks went hot. “Wait, that’s not what I was getting at…”

You laughed, stuffing more clothes into your bag, though at this point the only thing left were baby booties and torn towels, “Relax Derek. I’m not going to eat you. As long as you don't make things awkward, I won't make things awkward.” You joked.

He held you steady and stared you dead in the centre of your eyes, you shivered again, your lips going numb as they remembered what it felt like to have Derek's lips over them.

“Look, I came here to tell you… It was a mistake, for me to have kissed you… in that way. I promise I won’t do it again,” he released his grip from your arms and you felt an odd sense of disappointment at having heard those words.

Derek pulled the door handle and before he stepped out of your room, he whispered, “Not until you ask me to.”

Your knees caved in and you crashed onto your bed. You didn’t know what to say or think or feel. You were left feeling dazed again. It was turning into a force of habit now. But behind your fear and uncertainty, behind your broken heart that still mourned Alex, you felt a glimmer of warmth spread through you. It felt like molten sunshine. Bright and happy.

As the sensation spread, you fought the sudden urge to smile in spite of all the devastation you had faced –and were about to face.

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Pressure

Pairings: Chris Argent x Reader; Peter Hale x Reader

Warnings: um...nope

A/N: This is part of the new Blue Eyes and Silver Tongues series featuring one shots of the Chris Argent x Reader x Peter Hale relationship. stories can be read in any order. This story would be first chronologically. This was a request from @lucdarling for my 1000 followers celebration! Enjoy.

Inspired by the song Pressure by Muse.

***

You still weren’t certain when your life became so difficult. It wasn’t when your father revealed to you that you came from a long line of hunters and it was your duty to kill supernatural creatures that threatened the world. When he kicked you out for refusing to kill people that hadn’t done anything wrong, you simply packed up and headed to Beacon Hills. You could have gone anywhere but rumor had it that the Argents were living there peacefully with the local werewolf pack. That they were, in fact, working together. That’s all you needed to know.

Scott McCall’s pack had accepted you easily enough and you were soon part of the group. Most of your time was spent with the Argents and the Hales simply due to the fact you had left high school behind some time ago. And this town…you’d never seen so many different supernatural creatures in one area before. But you just dealt with all that and kept living your life.

If you had to pinpoint it, you’d say it was three pack meetings ago that things started become harder for you. And for once, it had nothing to do with the supernatural. Chris and Peter had retreated to the kitchen under the guise of refilling the snack bowls. When it took them way longer than it should have to return, you went to check on them. That was your first mistake. 

“I’m telling you she likes me,” Peter hissed. They stood less than a foot apart, staring each other down. “I could smell her arousal.”

Anger sparked in Chris’s eyes. “Who says that’s for you, Hale? You aren’t the only one in the room. I don’t need supernatural senses to see the way she watches me.”

Your eyes darted between the two of them. For just a moment you hoped they were talking about anyone else, but knew that was unlikely. You’d obviously done a horrendous job of keeping your feelings for both men hidden. You shifted your gaze to the floor and cleared your throat. “You two should hurry up. The kids are hungry.”

You didn’t wait for a response before returning to your seat in the other room. For the rest of the meeting you could feel their heavy stares watching your every move. Your face heated under their attentions, but you did your best to ignore them. They wouldn’t let you ignore this forever but you intended to do it for as long as possible.

For once, things were pretty calm around town so the meeting wrapped up fairly quickly. Chris and Peter left immediately after, whispering amongst themselves. You gave them some time to head out then dismissed yourself as the others started arguing about what movie to watch. “Bye,” you called as you stepped outside and shut the door behind you.

You froze on the front step as you realized both the men you’d been hoping to avoid were leaning on the side of your car. They straightened as you walked toward them, their eyes looking you over. Chris gave you a cockeyed grin, while Peter maintained his blank expression. “You two need something?” You did your best to avoid making eye contact as you unlocked the doors and opened the back to throw your stuff on the seat.

A hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you to face them. You were nearly pressed against Chris’ chest and your heart began to race despite your best efforts. Damn these two. “I’m going to assume by the way you are attempting to avoid the two of us that you heard our conversation.”

Another hand fell on your shoulder and pulled you back, putting more room between you and the hunter. “How about giving her a little room to breathe, Argent?” Peter said.

“Y/N is perfectly capable of—”

“Would you two please stop?” It came out in a groan, which you supposed was fair considering how frustrated you were feeling right then. You took a large step away from both of them so they were forced to stop touching you. “I can’t do this okay?”

Peter held out a hand as if to reach for you, but he stopped short. “Just give us a second. We aren’t trying to upset you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glanced down at the ground. “I know you’re not, but I don’t like you two fighting. Not because of me.”

“Sweetheart, our issues go way beyond you,” Chris assured you.

“I know that, too.” You sighed as you looked between the two of them. “I can’t give you what you want.”

“And what is it you think we want, Y/N?” Peter asked.

“You want me to tell you who it is that I like and I can’t do that.”

“If you’re worried about hurting one of us, we’re big boys. We can take it.” Peter smirked at you.

You shook your head and gave them a small smile. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. I can’t. I like you both.”

They looked at you with wide eyes. When they didn’t say anything, you took that as your cue to leave. “I’ll see you later,” you mumbled as you opened your door.

“Wait,” Chris said from behind you just as Peter’s hand grasped the top of your door.

You looked back at them waiting for them to speak. They exchanged a long look before focusing back on you.

“Date us,” Chris said.

“What?”

“Date both of us. Give us both a chance and then you can decide.” Peter’s voice was nearly a plea. The emotion was mirrored in Chris’ eyes.

“We’ll be on our best behavior. Promise,” the hunter added.

You sucked in a breath and thought of all the ways this could go wrong. You didn’t want to lose either of them so you opened your mouth and said the only thing you could. “All right.”

***

So, you’d been seeing both men for the last three weeks. Everything from fancy dinners to movie nights at home. You alternated dates so one didn’t get think the other was getting special treatment. Tonight, you’d opted to stay home and binge Netflix in your pajamas. Both men had other things going on and rather than trying to squeeze in a late evening with either of them, you decided to just take some time to yourself.

You were settled on your sofa with your favorite blanket and a giant bowl of popcorn. Halfway through the first movie, a knock sounded on your door. You paused the movie and unburied yourself to answer it. You can’t say you were completely surprised to see Peter through the peephole. Your heart raced as you opened the door to his wide smile.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted as he stepped into the house. He immediately pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss against your lips, which you happily deepened. You ran a hand up the side of his neck and raked your fingers through his hair.

After a moment you separated just enough to press your foreheads together. “I missed you,” Peter breathed.

You laughed. “You just saw me yesterday, Peter.”

“Can’t help it. I’m smitten.” He kissed your lips again then stepped back. “Hope it’s okay that I stopped by.”

You shrugged and went back to your spot. “Sure. I’m not changing the movie, but I’ll share the popcorn.”

“Deal.” He stripped off his jacket and hung it up before coming over to join you. “How about you get rid of that blanket and warm up with me instead?”

You weren’t about to argue and you shoved your cover to the other end of the sofa before leaning against Peter’s side. He looped an arm around you and didn’t say a word about the romantic comedy on the TV.

Ten minutes later there came another knock. You paused the show and padded over to the door. “Of course,” you said to yourself when you discovered Chris on the other side.

You let him in and he cradled your face in his hands as he kissed you deeply. Any thought you had of stopping him for Peter’s sake flew from your head the moment his tongue swept into your mouth. God the man could kiss. They both could. Finally, you pulled away and smiled at him.

“Hey, baby,” he said before kissing your forehead.

“You really don’t have to call me baby. Peter’s fine.”

Chris’ head snapped in that direction and his gaze narrowed. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited.”

“Well, so was I.”

Both of them turned their attention to you. You held up both hands before moving over to fold the blanket. “Don’t give me that look. I asked Chris first because it was his turn. When he said he couldn’t make it, I asked Peter. Who also said he couldn’t make it. So, technically, neither of you is supposed to be here right now.”

“You heard her, Hale. It’s my turn. Out.”

“You said you weren’t coming,” Peter pointed out as he got to his feet.

“So did you.” Chris took a step toward the other man.

You clenched your teeth together as you swallowed past the lump in your throat. Tears welled in your eyes but you willed them away. “Stop it.” Your voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm. It was a tone neither of them had heard from you before. Your gaze shifted between the two of them. “You can both go. Or you can both stay. You two decide. I’m going back to my movie.”

You sat on your spot in the middle of the sofa and didn’t even glance in their direction. This was supposed to be a relaxing evening for you and they came in and screwed it up. No longer in the mood for anything fluffy, you scrolled through the movies you had available and picked an action film you hadn’t seen before.

After a moment, the couch dipped on either side of you as they both took a seat. Some of the tension flowed from your shoulders and you offered them some popcorn. By the time the movie was a quarter over, you were ready to cuddle. You turned sideways so your back could lean against Chris’ side. He immediately adjusted to your new position, turning himself so you were leaned against his chest with his arm wrapped around you.

Peter was watching you from the side of his eye though he tried to hide it. “Closer, Hale,” you ordered.

He looked at you fully then and scowled in confusion. You lifted your legs in silent invitation. He gave you a little smile as he slid closer so you could drape your legs across his lap. He had a thing for your legs so this position would suit him just fine. His hands rubbed your legs absently while Chris intertwined the fingers of his free hand with yours.

You studied the two of them for a moment before allowing your thoughts to drift as they watched the movie. This was perfection. If you could have this every day, you would be happy. But it was too good to last. You knew that. They were going to want you to pick someone. And if tonight was any indication, they were going to want that sooner rather than later.

The problem was that this little experiment of theirs hadn’t made it easier for you to choose one of them. If you were completely honest, in fact, you had fallen in love with both of them. There was a time you would have thought such a thing impossible but you certainly knew better now. You’d take advantage of the opportunity to love them both while you could. The day was coming soon enough when you’d have to let at least one of them go and say goodbye to part of your heart in the process. You could only hope that decision came as far in the future as possible. 

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Ever have so many things you have to do that you immediately get overwhelmed by it all and then don't do anything so the overwhelming feeling gets worse and worse as more things get piled on? It's really fun (sarcastic)

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Bite Me

So there was this picture on @areiton‘s blog and if that isn’t a Stiles who’s teasing Peter, then I don’t know. Read it here on AO3 or watch out for the read more cause it’s 1.4k.

The first time Stiles wore the shirt, Peter almost chocked on his own spit. It wasn’t his most graceful moment, he will admit that, but seriously. That shirt was especially made to torment Peter and going by the way Stiles smirked at him, he damn well knew it.

Bite me it said, and Peter wanted to claw it clean off Stiles.

Or take the order on it literally and get his teeth into Stiles like he had wanted since the very first time he met him. The realization that it wasn’t because he wanted to change Stiles, wanted to make him a werewolf, which he couldn’t anymore anyway, but to claim Stiles, let everyone know he’s his, that took more than a second to adjust to.

But in the end Peter realized how inevitable it had been, how he was always going to fall for this bright human boy, and it was easier to come to terms with it after that.

Well, if only Stiles would stop with that shirt. It was taunting Peter, letting him know that Stiles was inviting everyone to bite him, even if it wasn’t meant quite so literally, when he had rejected Peter in the garage.

So whenever Stiles came in with that shirt, Peter bit his lip, grinded his teeth together so hard he was glad for werewolf healing, but he never said anything.

Stiles had rejected him and that was that.

When Stiles started to wear that shirt for two whole weeks straight, Peter snapped. There was no way Stiles was washing it every evening, so he had at least two, most likely more, of these shirts and Peter saw red.

“You,” he snarled at Stiles when he shrugged of his jacket, revealing the hated shirt underneath. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Stiles was staring at him with wide eyes, but Peter could see how his mouth was curved up just so, how his eyes were sparkling, and he was standing loose and relaxed. It only drove Peter madder.

“I tired!” he almost yelled, gesturing at the shirt. “And you rejected me. So could you kindly get it the fuck out of my face?”

Peter was aware that Derek was staring at them, and he had a quick second to be glad that the other puppies hadn’t arrived yet.

“What’s going on?” Derek asked when the silence lingered for just a touch too long, and it jerked Peter out of his rage.

“Nothing,” Peter pressed out, pointedly ignoring Stiles as he got up and reached for his own jacket. “I have better things to do tonight,” he hissed and shouldered past Stiles, who didn’t even step out of the way.

Instead Stiles’ hand shot out and grabbed Peter’s wrist, effectively stilling him.

“What?” Peter almost growled at Stiles who was steadily looking at him.

“You know, starting with a mating bite is a little bit too forward, even for me,” Stiles said with a shrug. “Maybe start with something smaller. Like a date.”

Peter narrowed his eyes at Stiles who patiently waited for Peter to do something.

“Start by asking for a date,” Stiles said when Peter apparently took too long to reach that conclusion for himself.

“Stiles, would you like to go on a date with me?” Peter immediately asked and was rewarded with an almost blinding smile.

“I would be delighted,” Stiles said and then let go of Peter, so he could reach for his jacket. “We can go right now.”

“Children,” Derek mumbled behind them, but Peter didn’t pay too much attention to him. He was too busy staring in wonder at Stiles, who already had his phone out and was looking for the best place to eat.

When they sat down at the diner, Stiles magically wearing another shirt, it finally clicked for Peter.

“You did that on purpose,” he said accusingly, and Stiles shrugged, not even embarrassed.

“You weren’t taking up on my flirting, so I had to come up with something else. Making you mad seemed like the best bet.”

“Only you,” Peter muttered and shook his head. “Did it ever occur to you that you could have just asked for a date?”

“And chance getting rejected? No way,” Stiles immediately gave back. “My ego’s not quite as healthy as yours, you know.”

“It should be,” Peter told him as he reached for his hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

Stiles was always delicious, but he had never seemed quite as sweet as with a faint blush on his cheeks.

~*~*~

The shirts magically vanished from one moment to the next. Peter never asked about them, too happy that they were gone and no longer teasing him endlessly, and Stiles never mentioned them either.

It was good that way. Peter didn’t know how he would have reacted if Stiles kept teasing him with them.

That was until almost a year into their relationship.

Peter knew that this was it for him, his wolf and human side in perfect accord on that, because Stiles was theirs. Theirs to care for, theirs to love, theirs to fuck.

Peter would never admit it, but he bought a ring just after two months of dating, and now it was collecting dust in his drawer because he was too nervous to ask Stiles. He knew it was early, he knew Stiles was young and would go off to college and most likely wanted to fuck and date around, so Peter never asked.

He had to think back to their very first date where Stiles had told him that his ego wasn’t as big as Peter’s and that he had been afraid of rejection. He would probably laugh his head off if he could see Peter now, worrying over a stupid question and a ring.

When Peter heard the front door, he hastily shoved the ring back into the drawer, before he turned around to face Stiles, who was just waiting in the doorway.

He was about to ask what was wrong when his gaze fell to the shirt Stiles was wearing. At first, he only saw the familiar Bite me but then Stiles straightened, squaring his shoulders, and Peter noticed that there had been an addition.

Now it said Bite me, Peter and a little arrow pointed towards Stiles’ right wrist. The wrist typically reserved for mating bites.

Peter could tell that Stiles was nervous, but he stood there, letting Peter take it all in, and he stayed quiet.

“You little shit,” was all Peter could get out before he turned around to grab for the ring he had just stashed back under his socks.

He threw the box at Stiles, delighting in the way it hit Stiles squarely in the forehead, causing him to flail and almost drop the box.

“What’s this?” Stiles asked, voice wavering, because he damn well knew what it was.

“I’ll bite you if you marry me,” Peter said, and he would never tire of the way Stiles lit up at things like that. He was positively radiating happiness.

“Bound on all levels,” Stiles whispered and flicked the box open, staring at the ring for a second before he bounded over to Peter.

“I’m not gonna put on my own engagement ring,” he said, trusting the box out at Peter, who took it from him.

“So you want me to do all the work, is that it?” Peter mildly asked, as he took the ring out of the box. “Putting the ring on you, biting you. There’s a lot of duties I seem to have.”

“Better get used to it, cause I also expect you to love me, for the rest of our lives,” Stiles told him, just a little bit breathless when Peter slid the ring on his finger and took the opportunity to scrape his teeth over his wrist.

“What a hardship,” Peter said and pulled Stiles in for a kiss.

“We’re doing the mating ceremony and the wedding together,” Peter said once they broke apart and Stiles made an indignant sound.

“No, we’re not,” he decided and kissed Peter again. “No way can you wait that long,” he said, almost like a promise, and Peter wondered what his insufferable fiancé had planned now.

He would be concerned if he didn’t love and trust Stiles so much.

Turned out, Stiles had five of the Bite me, Peter shirts. He didn’t even get to wear all of them once before Peter snapped and finally just did as the shirt was asking.

When Peter smelled and felt over the new mating bond how pleased Stiles was, he couldn’t even find it in him to mind.

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Jily Headcanons

IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER!!!! (I’m literally only doing these to keep their stories straight in my mind. Wolfstar is coming TOMORROW!)

Lily never actually hated James.

It was a misconception that many had because their relationship consisted on many snarky comments. Everyone knew James was in love with her. Everyone except Lily. But she, in fact, never hated him.

She ignored him and his friends for the first three years at Hogwarts. She had more important things to worry about than boys who had big heads and thought they were the greatest quidditch players to walk the planet. So Lily ignored him, focused on her studies and the magical world she was now suddenly apart of.

But she never hated him. She just didn’t pay attention to him.

James really liked Lily. A little too much, as his friends told him often. But he didn’t care. She doesn’t talk to him like he’s apart of one of the wealthiest families in the Wizarding World. She doesn’t say that his family’s money was made because of a joke or that James should go back to India with the rest of his kind. She barely even noticed his brown skin or the way he somehow smelt of exotic spices after a trip home. And James liked Lily because she seemed to see him as a person, instead of a bank account.

They all become friends in fourth year. Mostly because of a study group that Marlene was keen to form. Sirius and James are some of the smartest students when it comes to Astrology and Astronomy. Remus is incredibly knowledgeable in charms. Peter and Lily are masters of muggle studies and then of course, Lily is also the queen of Potions. Marlene and Dorcas are excellent essay writers and together, they all feel like they’ll be able to pass their classes with O’s.

The study group got together twice a week at least, caught each other up on homework and gossip and jokes. And Lily started to see James and his strange rabble of friends as more than what she originally thought they were. They’re all friends, of course, but the real development is the friendship between James and Lily.

They’re still snappy with each other, but it’s more in a playful, flirty, joking way than ever before.

James is head over heels in love with the fiery redhead, but has come to accept that the chance of the two of them ever actually getting together is rather slim. So, he keeps his feelings to himself and in fifth year, tries to move on.

Lily never had a problem with Ginger Hopkins before. But, when Ginger and James started going out, Lily suddenly found herself annoyed at Ginger’s very existence. She left the room whenever the two were a bit too open with PDA and groaned whenever Ginger would tag along with their friends to Hogsmeade.

Marlene and Dorcas told her that THAT is what being jealous WAS, LILY! But Lily didn’t believe them. She wasn’t jealous of Ginger. She didn’t like James Potter that way. They were only friends.

James and Ginger broke up the end of 5th year, much to Lily’s relief, though she would never say.

And James would go on quick dates from time to time, but never anything serious like with Ginger. When asked why he couldn’t seem to commit, he’d shrug and say “wrong girl, I guess.”

Lily started to notice herself staring at James in 6th year. And it wasn’t her usual staring. Trying to get his attention for a joke or something. This was a different kind of staring.

She was staring at the way light made his dark skin glow, or the way his unruly hair fell in the gap between his glasses and his eyes and he would blow it away in frustration, or the way his eyes squinted when Sirius whispered a joke to him during class and he attempted to hold in his laughter. She was looking at his smile, which all of a sudden made her feel nervous. A happy nervous. She was staring at the way his hands fidgeted during class, like there was no physical way to keep them still and she would wonder how they would feel against her skin. And then she would panic. Because she didn’t like James Potter that way.

Right?

James noticed Lily staring, of course, because he was staring at her too. But he never said anything. It seemed like too much to hope for.

6th year revealed much to the both of them. Lily found out that James and the other boys were either animagi or a werewolf, she found herself becoming friends with them on a whole other level. She was rarely apart from the lot of boys.

And then, one drunken night in the common room, James admitted that he liked Lily. He really liked her, a lot. And the next morning, he apologized in case he had made things awkward, but he still felt that way.

Lily wanted to say that she liked him too, but couldn’t make herself. So she just smiled and said, “I figured.”

That summer, Lily and the girls went with the Marauders to the Potter’s lake house. There, she admitted to James that she loved him and they shared their first kiss and decided to start seeing each other.

They wrote all summer.

The next year was a whirlwind of head boy and girl duties, stolen kisses in empty classrooms and Hogsmeade dates. They were deliriously happy and loved each other fiercely.

8th year brought a lot of scary things to their minds. The war, becoming a member of the order, and trying to figure out how they fit into everything.

But James and Lily didn’t mind being afraid of the world, because they had each other, and really, that’s all that mattered.

After leaving Hogwarts, Remus and Lily got a flat together that was just down the street from Sirius’ and James’ flat. The four were closer than ever and shared their fears and triumphs with each other. They were happy, despite the constant turmoil they all faced.

And then James proposed to Lily.

Remus walked her down the aisle and Sirius was the best man.

Sirius and Remus moved in together, leaving the newlyweds to have their own flat, though they were looking for bigger accommodations. Which was a happy coincidence, considering the curveball life was about to throw at them.

A few months later, purely on accident, Lily found that she was pregnant.

The little family moved to a small cottage at Godric’s Hollow, where they really started their lives. And James and Lily were so incredibly happy. They had worries and problems, but they could figure out anything as long as they were together.

And one night, with little baby Harry asleep on James’ chest, Lily stroking his hair, her husband looked up and asked, “So, did you ever think we would be here?”

Lily considered her life, the man she had married that she used to barely tolerate, now holding their precious son. And she wondered if she had really hated James Potter at all, ever. But there, in their room, she knew she never had.

“No. I don’t think so. But I’m glad we are, Mr. Potter.”

James grinned. “Me too, Mrs. Potter.”

#Hi kiddos #james potter #lily Evans #jily #jily headcanons #in chronological order #because i needed something in my life to make sense #HA #my writing #happy reading

[winchestergirl-13]

The New Broken Scene

Pairing: TFW x Friend!Reader

Prompt: “She's Kinda Hot” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Word Count: 2,309

Warning: a couple swear words, a few feelings being touched on (not really angsty, but sad), fluff, talk of the end of the world, Winchesters being Winchesters.

A/N: this is for @sis-tafics “Jill’s Bday Pop Punk Challenge”. This was hard for me to write for as I had no idea what to do lol. I finally got this written up last night and I like it. The characters may be a little OOC, they may not be. It kinda jumps around at times, but I was trying to pick a character for each group of lyrics, so that’s why. I hope you like it.

Team Free Will, what a name. Let's see, there's a ex-blood junkie, a high school drop out with six bucks to his name, mister comatose over there, and a girl on the run. Sounds about right. 'Course, “titles” change over time, people/creatures add on every now and then, but any way you slice it, Team Free Will is just that. A team that saved the world; countless times mind you. To put it frankly, they were like the Kings and Queens of this new and broken scene, always finding a way to patch it back up.

My girlfriend's bitchin' 'cause I always sleep in She's always screaming when she's calling a friend She's kinda hot though Yeah she's kinda hot though (Just an itty bitty little bit hot)

“Damn, this chick won't leave me alone,” Dean grumbled to himself as he pressed “Decline” on his phone. Every time he answered, Melanie (or whatever her name was), would be practically screaming through the phone at Dean, or whining that he wasn't calling her back.

“Dude, just change your number or tell her you're not interested,” (Y/N) offered as she sat down next to him, cracking open a book to research their next case.

“You don't think I've tried?” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Screw it, I'll call her back and tell her it ain't working out. She's kinda hot though...”

(Y/N) watched Dean grab his phone as he stood up and placed a call back. She just shook her head with a smirk. When will he learn?

My shrink is telling me I got crazy dreams She's also saying I got low self-esteem She's kinda hot though Yeah she's kinda hot though (Just a little bit a little bit hot) She put me on meds, she won't get out of my head She's kinda hot though (One, two, three, go!)

When Castiel was in the mental hospital, Meg was his only sense of comfort. The doctor he was seeing didn't help him; only made him feel worse about his predicament, even if he didn't show it. The medication he was given didn't help; Lucifer always made an appearance. But now he was free of that place, and yet Meg stood by him.

Another normal day in the Bunker, relatively speaking. Castiel couldn't stop staring at Meg, but he stared at everyone for prolonged periods of time. Most just ignored it. Meg however looked up and held his gaze before Castiel looked away, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Yes, Clarence?” she asked, smirking when he started at her sudden question.

“I uh...you...Ithinkyou'reratherbeautifulMeg,” he blurt out as fast as he could, embarrassment clouding his thoughts.

Meg caught what he was saying and made her way over to the flustered angel. Patting his cheek softly, she placed a small kiss to his rosy cheek. “Thank you, Castiel. You're rather handsome yourself.” And then she left, leaving behind a flustered and happy angel.

My friend left college 'cause it felt like a job His mom and dad both think he's a slob He's got a shot though (No, not really) Yeah, he's got a shot though (No, no, not really) When you've got bigger plans that no one else understands You've got a shot though (Oh my, that's a big plan you've got there)

With Mary back in the picture, Sam often wondered how she would feel knowing he left college, a chance at a normal life, to return to hunting with Dean. Would she think he was a slob? He didn't voice his queries aloud, mostly because he feared he was right.

Fate as it were, had other plans. Mary was going through some old files and records, trying to see just how much she missed (it was a lot), when she came across an old acceptance letter. It was addressed to Sam from Stanford. She knew he mentioned it to her, but she didn't know the full story. Did he graduate? Did he go back at some point? Figuring she'd get better answers from Sam himself, she set off to find her boy.

Dean was on a supply run with (Y/N), and Castiel was off doing some heavenly duties, leaving Sam and Mary in the Bunker. She found her son in the library, reclined in one of the rockers in the corner with a book in hand. He heard her footsteps and looked up, a smile on his face. “Hey mom. What's up?”

“I had a question for you, Sam. Found this in a pile of records in storage,” she handed him his old college acceptance letter. She watched as his face dropped at the sight of it, a sort of sadness creeping in his eyes.

“What did you want to know?” Sam asked, trying to hide how his voice cracked a little.

“What was it like?” Mary questioned, grabbing one of the chairs at the tables and pulled it over. With a sigh, Sam launched into his tale. How he got accepted, hid it from their dad, left hunting to go to school. He told her about Jess, how she sadly died, how he never went back and finished like he told himself he would. At the end of his tale, Sam was convinced Mary would think he was an idiot.

“Oh Sam, I'm so sorry. I wish you never had to go through that,” she comforted, placing a hand on his knee and giving it a small squeeze.

Sam gave her a tight smile, trying to hide the pain inside. Mary, however, saw right through it. A mother always knows. Standing up, she pulled Sam into a hug, feeling him tense slightly before slowly bringing his arms up to wrap around her. Running her fingers through his hair, she felt him relax into her touch.

“I'm proud of you, Sam. I always knew you'd go to a school like Stanford one day. I wish you could have gotten the chance to be a lawyer, but just know I am so proud of you. Despite everything, you still became an amazing young man. Quite literally saving the world. What mother wouldn't be proud of that?”

Sam felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tightened his hold slightly, whispering a “thanks mom”. That was what he needed to hear.

They say we're losers and we're alright with that We are the leaders of the not-coming-back's But we're alright though Yeah we're alright though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah we're alright though (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro)

Jack stared out the window from the backseat of the Impala as the scenery flew by them. He, (Y/N) and the boys had just wrapped up another case. Another win for Team Free Will. At least it wasn't another apocalypse.

Sometimes it felt like this world was out to get them, whether it be another monster, a human, or for Jack, another angel tried to take him away from his family. The Winchesters had blasted them away before they could do anything. He was grateful, but sometimes it felt like it was too much.

He looked over at (Y/N) and saw she had these white chords in her ears that were attached to her phone. Reaching over, Jack tapped her shoulder and she turned around with a smile as she pulled out one of the chords.

“Yes Jack?”

“What is that?” he asked, pointing to the earphone chord in her hand.

“These are headphones. They allow you to listen to music. Wanna listen?” she explained, offering him one of the pieces. Jack gently placed it in his ear and s grin spread across his face as music came through.

“This is amazing!” he exclaimed, shifting closer to listen with her. While he may not understand the song or know who it is, something about it stood out to him. This band, 5 Seconds of Summer (which he also didn't quite understand), their song spoke to him in a way. Him, (Y/N), Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Mary were definitely like the Kings and Queens of coming back from the edge.

Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm going insane My neighbor told me that I got bad brains But I'm alright though (We're alright though) Yeah we'll be alright though (We're alright though) 'Cause we're the kings and the queens of the new broken scene And we're alright though (One, two, three, four)

(Y/N) was on the run for as long as she could remember. Whether it was running from a monster or the local cop that caught her playing hooky from school, not like she could tell the cop she was hunting for a monster. From an early age, her neighbors thought she wasn't going to make it in life; her parents were almost never home (they were hunters, what would you expect?), she didn't do that great in school sometimes, and they caught her talking to herself sometimes and thought she had gone insane. Turns out she was talking to a Zana and only she could see her (Emma was a friend of Sully's; who she got to meet later on when he needed their help).

Yet despite all the negativity that surrounded her from an early age, she persisted. Her grades went up, her parents stopped hunting for a while (at least until she was older), and Emma knew that (Y/N) didn't need her around much longer. But it was okay, she checked on her from time to time before moving on to the next kid in need. (Y/N) proved her neighbors wrong when she got accepted to college. She'd spend a few years there and graduated as an English major, but turned to hunting instead. That was how she met Sam and Dean, on a werewolf hunt of all things. And she's been with them ever since.

Her parents retired from hunting and set up shop as a communications hot spot between hunters with the help from Bobby. But that was okay with (Y/N). It meant they would stay safe. For now, the world was in the capable hands of Team Free Will. And they were doing alright by their standards.

They say we're losers and we're alright with that We are the leaders of the not-coming-back's But we're alright though (We're alright though) Yeah we're alright though (We're alright though) We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah we're alright though (We're gonna be okay)

“Man, things just never seem to go easy on us, do they?” Dean sighed, sinking down into a chair at their kitchen table, an ice pack held to his cheek. Sam was rummaging through their first aid kit for some painkillers, the wound on his arm had stopped bleeding by now. (Y/N) limped over to a chair across from Dean and watched as Cas tried to heal him. Sadly, he used a little too much grace expelling the demons they dealt with and so healing would have to wait for a bit. He would recharge tonight and be good by morning.

“It's fine Cas. Just worry about getting some rest, alright?” (Y/N) replied, patting his hand before getting up to get some water for Dean. They four of them worked on patching each other up and then beers were passed around as they cheered to another job well done...sort of.

Sometimes they wished they didn't have such a burden on their shoulders, but if they didn't do what they do, who else would save the world?

“You know what boys? How about we do nothing tomorrow but take a day and relax. Have a movie marathon or something. Maybe start tonight when Mary gets home with Jack and show them all the movies they missed or don't know. Get them caught up on something current. Let someone else deal with the monsters tomorrow. We deserve a break. We saved this God damned world numerous times; let someone else save it tomorrow. We need this,” (Y/N) declared, getting up to go change before any of them could object. Yeah, she was right. Let someone else handle it tomorrow. It'll be okay.

Na na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na But we're alright though Na na na na na na na na na na na Yeah we're alright though Na na na na na na na na na na na We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah we're alright though

“Well, here's to another job well done, boys. And Mary,” (Y/N) held up her beer for a toast, listening to the replies and clinks from her family around her. They saved the world again, and this time, it got them Gabriel. While he was still recovering, he was happy to be free and apart of their little ragtag family of misfits. He fit right in.

“Here's to family,” Mary saluted.

“To friends,” Castiel stated.

“To my saviors,” Gabriel replied.

“To my family,” Jack added, a smile on his face.

“To freedom,” came Sam.

“To Team Free Will 2.0,” Dean chuckled, but it was true.

“To us. The Kings and Queens of the broken scene. Earth's heroes,” (Y/N) cheered. They didn't know what would await them tomorrow, but for now, they were alright. Everything would be alright in the end. The Earth had them to protect it, it was going to be just fine in the hands of Team Free Will 2.0, which included two salty hunters, one half angel kid, dude that just came back from the dead...again, an Archangel turned Trickster back from Hell, a mother back from the dead, and a girl who didn't have to run away anymore. This was their family.

#jill's bday pop punk challenge #tfw x friend!reader #team free will 2.0 #5sos #she's kinda hot #my writing #i wrote this instead of sleeping #team free will

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Tonks didn’t pine after Remus, okay?

Pic found: https://trustahope.deviantart.com/art/i-waited-for-you-to-speak-88221062

So, I’ve been reading up on a lot of Remadora lately (one of my OTPs) for possible fanfics. And what I can’t stand is when people think that Tonks just pined after Remus like a lost puppy for months after Sirius’s death. No, my dudes, they were much more than that, and I’ll tell you how and why...

(Lots of Remadora Head Canon below)

I don’t believe Remus or any of the Marauders met Tonks when she was a baby (Andromeda and Ted were in hiding for their own safety during the first war, and they were not canonically part of the Order at that time.) Therefore, this made their first meeting pretty mundane, nothing worth mentioning. It was most likely an Order meeting where they first met, and Tonks probably thought Remus looked super bad ass with scars on his face. I see her being into “misfit” type people, so Remus’s appearance peaked her interest. Remus probably thought she was too young to be part of the Order, but was impressed with her morphing ability and how both Moody and Kingsley talk her up as this amazing Auror protégée.

Honestly, I don’t think they’d pair off without a little help from Sirius. Alone and shut up in his old home, Sirius invites people to stay after Order meetings. Remus basically lives there, so Sirius always has at least Remus. Tonks refuses the first few times he’s asked (because just a few months back, she was still hunting him down). She needed time to adjust to him actually being innocent. Eventually, she warms up to him and agrees to stay for a few drinks. This is how Sirius unintentionally brought his friend and his cousin together. Although their personalities were different, Sirius oddly saw how much they had in common. Tonks was a refreshing face to their lives. It’s what Sirius and Remus both needed.

Because Sirius was not allowed to go out on missions, Remus and Tonks would pair up, bonding even more. They’d talk and flirt pretty much the whole of their missions. At this point, she had to have known he was a werewolf. Maybe they didn’t discuss it at length, but she’s a smart cookie. And it wasn’t really a secret either; the Order made him Wolfsbane and Sirius accompanied him in one of the rooms in Grimmauld Place during his transformations. Despite this knowledge, Remus’s condition did not bother Tonks. On the contrary, she found it quite relatable to her ability. She never looked at him any differently or made him feel inferior because he wasn’t all human. In her mind, that was okay.

Remus thought that her view on his condition shouldn’t be treated like a gift. He was dangerous. He was known as werewolf first, human second, if at all. He thought it was odd that she was okay with going on missions with him, and he mentally beat himself up every day for falling for such a beautiful, whole, and talented girl.

In some ways, Sirius and Remus were both jealous of each other when it came to Tonks. When Sirius realized the connection Remus and Tonks shared in and outside their friend group, he started to worry about them leaving him. Just like James and Lily did. If he had it his way, the three of them would remain friends, drinking in his kitchen until the day he’s considered a free man. Tonks cares for Sirius’s wellbeing in that she always makes sure he feels included, even if it means talking up non-existent encounters she and Remus had on their missions or pulling pranks on the older Order members. It brightened his spirits, and made him hopeful, even if it was just for a moment.

Remus was jealous of all the attention Tonks gives Sirius, but he made it seem like he didn’t like when she fed him lies and gave into his fancies. Tonks was just doing her thing; making other feel better was her specialty! She had romantic feelings for Remus, unlike what she felt for Sirius. She didn’t know how to go about telling such a melancholy (and quite selfish) person, so she’d tell him through her actions. And he wasn’t stupid either, he knew what she was doing, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Who could ever love something like me? (<- Something Remus would probably say to himself every time he thought he could make a move on Tonks.)

It wasn’t until Remus brought up Sirius did Tonks finally confess her true feelings for him.

“He’s still handsome, isn’t he, even after Azkaban?”

“I suppose you’ve fallen for him then? He always got the women.”

“You’d know perfectly well who I’ve fallen for, if you weren’t too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice!”

After that, he gave into his urges to kiss her and hold her and be with her. I like to think they were together for a big portion of OOTP, where Sirius was still quite jealous of their relationship but did everything to keep it from falling apart. He knew Remus would find a way to sabotage it with just a thought. And there wasn’t much else going on to keep Sirius occupied. What Sirius didn���t know was that Remus and Tonks were actually falling in love. The feeling was new for all involved. Remus broke it off with Tonks (by not telling her directly, of course, and choosing different missions or not showing up for meetings as consistently anymore). And when Sirius asked Tonks where Remus was, she’s always like, “I don’t know, you tell me.” Because he just… vanished for a while.

He came back eventually, and any time Tonks would get near him or try to talk to him, he’d walk away or ignore her. She honest to God it was something she did to hurt him. She wanted to apologize, but she needed to know what she did. The only thing she could think of was maybe he was still jealous of her relationship with Sirius. She tried to catch him after every Order meeting, but he kept avoiding her. She got so fed up with it that she started avoiding him and being the first to leave.

Sirius confronted Remus like a big brother protecting his sister. “Why are you doing this, you prick? She obviously wants to help!”

“I’m falling for her, Pads!” It was the first time he admitted it out loud. Sirius was just as surprised as Remus. “And I can’t help it.”

This sends Sirius back to when James confessed how much he loved Lily, and he had to watch his best mate leave him right before his eyes. (Don’t get me wrong, Sirius loved Lily… he just didn’t want to lose Remus and Tonks the way he lost James and Lily. He wanted to protect them, to make up for not protecting his friends before. And romantic love just makes things complicated, in Sirius’s opinion.) Even though he’d rather help Remus get away from these feelings, Sirius recognized Remus’s anguish and longing. His brotherly duties outweighed his personal agenda (old habits die hard). He couldn’t help but ask through gritted teeth, “Then why aren’t you with her?”

Remus shook his head. “You know I can’t. You, of all people, should be on my side. She deserves someone young and… just look at me! I’m a mess.”

“We’re all a mess in this crazy world. What’s life without a little risk?”

And Sirius pretty much made Remus talk to Tonks about this. She was honestly relieved it was nothing serious, but Remus thought the contrary. They fought about this for a while, probably all night. But they finally came to the consensus that life was too short to worry. Tonks didn’t care about Remus being a werewolf, she knew how to help, and she was a master at concealing things, so the Ministry wouldn’t catch on. I mean, they hadn’t for about a year, so forever shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Just as their relationship started to mend, the Battle of the Department of Mysteries happened. Tonks did get hurt and was knocked out cold by Bellatrix, who probably screamed something about being a traitor and mutt-lover or whatever. And Remus most likely overheard this exchange during battle and was like “Shit.” But then, Sirius went through the veil and everything stopped. Remus’s last friend in the world was gone forever. But he had to stay strong for Harry.

Remus went to St. Mungo’s to check on Tonks, but she still hasn’t woken up yet. He felt very guilty for allowing his feelings for her cloud his judgment. Being with her would never be okay because she would become an outcast, and he would never wish that upon her.

He’s not there when she comes to. She still didn’t know about Sirius’s death when she left the hospital. She had a feeling something was off when not even Remus was by her side. She went to Grimmauld Place, hoping to see the two men drinking a few Butterbeers and comparing battle scars. But she only saw Remus sitting by the fireplace with a Firewhiskey in hand and in tears. She dropped to her knees and held his hand by his side. They needed each other more than ever. They comforted each other for pretty much the entire Summer.

Then, that’s when Remus was like “I can’t do this… not again.” And Tonks pleaded for him to stay. They’ve done so much to heal; why would he just throw that away? But he does (because he’s a little shit who thinks that by steering clear from her, he’d save her from a life with him). He throws himself into recruiting werewolves from the underground, which he knows is basically a suicide mission.

Tonks did not pine. Tonks was grieving the death of her cousin and dealing with a pretty harsh breakup. The only person she felt comfortable talking about this was Molly, but she was zero help. Every time she thought Molly was giving good advice, she’d turn it around to get Tonks to start dating Bill. And Tonks is like “Um, no thanks.” (Not alternative enough, sorry Molly.)

So, this is when Harry sees Tonks all sulky and stuff, completely unaware of what’s actually going on.

Tonks was put on guard duty and she kinda hated it. It’s a lot of waiting for things to happen. And when all she read in the paper were Muggles and Wizards and Magical Creatures killing or being killed, she couldn’t help but worry for Remus’s wellbeing. She had no idea what was going on in his life, and that scared her. It also angered her knowing that the only reason he’s literally throwing himself to the wolves is so he could eventually die and she could live a life without him. She was understandably distracted, therefore did not perform as well in the Auror Department. Because of this, Kingsley gave her a small leave of absence (Maybe Kingsley and Moody thought Tonks being an Auror and going on missions for the Order was too much for her, idk). She spends that time with her family, not wanting to think about what’s happening to Remus.

No one has seen Remus in literal months at this point, but he showed up to an Order meeting right before the kids were to arrive for Christmas break. He most likely failed his mission or something, and having nowhere else to go, he resided at the Burrow. And OH MY GOD, Tonks thought Holy shit! He’s alive! It was a moment of not knowing what to expect. Did he miss her? Did he finally come to his senses and want her back? Did she even want to deal with this shit near the holidays? Just looking at him made her feel exhausted, and the feeling was definitely mutual.

LOTS of tension in the meeting, even Dumbledore felt it and dismissed them early. 11/10 they confronted each other again, and ended the same way: Remus almost letting himself be happy, but taking it away. There were many instances after that in which that happened, and frankly, Tonks was sick of it. And Fleur still wanting to marry Bill after he was attacked by Greyback was the tip of the iceberg for her, and Remus was forced to confront his own feelings for once in his life. But once he did let go, it was like a dam had broken and ALL of his feelings came out at once. It was a bit overwhelming for both of them, but Tonks was there to help him.

So yeah, there was no pining. There was just a lot of frustration, sexual tension, and time passing with no results. And it sucked for everyone involved (Yes, pretty much the whole Order had an opinion). But they made it! Tonks helped Remus mend in a way, and Remus took a while to accept that he loved her. It’s all so tragic and gross and amazing. And then they got married! But that’s a different story…

#remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #tonks #sirius black #order of the phoenix #werewolf #metamorphmagis #dumbledore #molly weasley #weasley #harry potter #hogwarts #lph hp #hp headcanon