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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Two

Chapter Two: The Cabin in the Woods

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: You search the woods for the house you were taken to that night. It’s been hours and you’re lost. Your phone has no service, it is getting dark, and your dumbass didn’t tell anyone you were going on an adventure.

Warnings: mutual pining

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. I really hope y’all enjoy this one. It was a tough one to write, Walter was so feisty!

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When you arrived at the hospital, you had another nurse and colleague check out your head injury on your next shift. Armed with a clean bill of health and a brain bursting with unanswered questions, you try to go about your day. 

The entirety of your workday was spent having coworkers break you out of a trance. Every few minutes, you’d gaze off into nothingness until those around you noticed and snapped their fingers in front of your face. You kept thinking about the wolf and Walter, trying to piece the two together. 

After work, you change your clothes and put on your hiking boots. Even though the drive from the cabin to Liv’s house was short, that was in a vehicle. On foot, you will need to cover a lot of ground. You decided against driving your car down the road that splits the forest. 

If you parked at the entrance to the forest near the park grounds, you could easily sneak back to your car and bypass the curfew checkpoint at the tree line. Not that you planned on being out until nightfall. 

Parking your car in the gravel-filled lot, you tighten your scarf around your neck and start your journey into the woods. Walking takes you about ten minutes to get to the clearing where you and Olivia enjoyed wine coolers. It didn’t seem like it took you this long to get to the clearing a couple of days ago, but you don’t stay long enough to dwell on it.

Retracing your steps, you walk for another few minutes in search of the tree with the giant roots jutting out from the forest floor. After ten minutes of wandering, you think about giving up because daylight is in short supply. Looking down at your phone, you curse when you see the battery percentage looking back at you. Eleven percent wouldn’t get you far should you need to make an urgent call or use the flashlight since you forgot to bring one.

After another few minutes of traipsing through the forest, you trip over a large root and accidentally find your tree. Following the roots, you find the little alcove that you had planned to hide in during your game with Liv. You notice the setting sun as you turn to sit on the higher roots. 

Taking out your phone, you realize that it had shut off due to low power. Shoving it back in your pocket, you stand up and wipe a hand down your face. You’re pissed off, cold, and now have no way to contact anyone should you need to. Anger boils your blood as you stand in the now-dark forest.

Pacing for a few seconds doesn’t calm you down. You start to hear all the little nocturnal animals coming alive and usually, you would find this peaceful. However, you would give anything to hear a certain howl. But it’s just crickets, frogs, and owls out tonight.

You don’t know what else to do but…

“Fuck. Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuck!” You scream out into the void, it would seem.

Until you hear a response in the form of a huff behind you. 

When you turn around, you're only a little surprised to see the same wolf from before walking toward you. You stand still until it stops about a foot from you. You look down and study its paws, large enough to rip your throat out. But the wolf just sits down as a dog would and looks up at you before yawning, showing off its sharp teeth and long dusty-mauve tongue. 

If this were a dog, you would have reached out a hand to pet it. But the sheer size of it was enough to keep your hands to yourself. You didn't have to think about that for long before the wolf was back on all fours walking around you and nudging at your leg as it started to walk away. It doesn't make it far before it turns around to look at you.

"Oh, am I supposed to follow you or something?" You feel silly asking the wolf a question, but only less so when it huffs in response, "Okay. Following a wolf wasn't on the itinerary. But it isn't attacking me so whatever," You finish, mostly to yourself.

Following the wolf, you notice you are going in a completely different direction through the forest. Of course, the last time you were here was an inebriated adventure but you could've sworn you would go right instead of left. Either way, you're putting your faith in a four-legged carnivore so you stop thinking about what should or shouldn't be happening.

A light in the distance can be seen through the trees and once you reach it, you find yourself in front of a medium-sized cabin. There is a light at the little fence encircling the property. The black Ford F-150 that Walter drove is parked to the side in the driveway. You have to admit you didn't expect to see this place look so...normal. It almost looks quaint.

You shuffle on your feet and are suddenly too nervous to propel you forward. Whining at your side reminds you that you aren't alone. You absentmindedly reach your hand out to stroke the wolf's fur. Thick, coarse fur slides through your fingers. Glowing, yellow eyes look into yours and your fear starts to dissipate. The wolf licks at your hand and then takes off around the back of the cabin.

You think about shouting after it or running after it, but instead, you walk up to the fencing. You could swear you hear a door being closed in the back of the cabin, but you can't be sure and you don't want to snoop. Opening the latch to the gate, you walk through the front yard dragging your feet. Your fight or flight response makes an appearance when you hear movement in the house. 

'It's now or never,' you think, raising your hand to knock on the door. 

Three sharp knocks and you shove your hands in your pockets, waiting for the door to be opened. You jump at the sound of something crashing to the ground and soon the light above the door is turned on. You hold up a hand over your eyes as the harsh fluorescent beams down on you in the dark of night. The door is opened and you take your hand down to see Walter standing there. You’re once again under the spell of him.

He stands tall at about 6’1", and his hair is a disheveled mess but it only adds to the sex appeal. His brows are scrunched together and it doesn’t look like he needs you at his doorstep right now by the scowl across his pretty pink lips. He’s shirtless, sweaty, breathing hard, and smells like a wet dog. The denim shorts he wears are tattered at the ends and his defined calves are on display. His bare feet are a bit dirty as if he’s been running barefoot.

Your eyes shoot back up to his, a faint glow makes his blue eyes look almost golden. He blinks a few times and the glow is gone, aquamarine replaces gold. 

You run through a mental checklist. Wet dog smell, check. Frayed shorts that were probably thrown on in a hurry, check. Golden eyes, check. You feel so stupid thinking about the last item. Walter’s hair color is the same as the wolf that brought you here. 

“Are you going to come in or are you going to just stare at me like I’m a–”

“Werewolf?” You blurt out, cutting off Walter’s sentence.

“Just come in, and I can explain everything,” He opens the door and steps aside to let you in, but you don’t move, “I won’t hurt you, I promise. Please come in?” 

His sincere tone and pleading eyes get the better of you. You sigh, chewing the inside of your cheek. Walking in, you step just inside the living room, giving Walter enough space to close the door behind you. You notice a side table knocked over, a lamp, and small knickknacks on the floor next to it. You turn back to look at him and his face is that of a kicked puppy.

Of course, it is.

“Look, I didn’t–”

“As much as I want to have this conversation right now, I can’t get over how much you smell. I’m gonna need you to take care of that ASAP. Go get clean and I’ll tidy up. And where is the kitchen? I need coffee if I’m gonna have this conversation sober.” You say, taking off your coat and laying on the back of the couch.

Walter walks you to the kitchen and watches as you busy yourself with the coffee maker. You tell him politely to get out of his kitchen and go shower. He opens his mouth to talk but closes it when he sees your eyebrows raise and your hand go to your hip. He simply nods and walks away. You hear him walk up the stairs and soon the faint sound of a shower being turned on before a door is closed.

You fill the coffee maker with grounds and water, setting it then make your way to the living room. Picking up the end table, you turn it right side up and set it on its legs. You bend down to pick up the figurines from the floor. You’re not surprised when they turn out to be two wolves, the larger one made of light wood and the smaller wolf a dark mahogany.

You hear the coffee maker sputtering and go in to check on it. Pulling out two mugs from their spot in the corner cabinet, you fill one and leave one for Walter, not sure if he even wants coffee so late at night. Did werewolves even drink coffee?

So, that’s it. You’re just entertaining the idea that werewolves not only exist but that you’re in a cabin with one. In the back of your mind, your grandfather’s tale of the Claw Creek creature demands attention. You were going over it when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You bring your mug to your mouth to take a sip when Walter appears in the doorway, just as beautiful as when you saw him for the first time. His wet hair curls around his ears. He’s wearing a tighter-than-necessary heather gray henley, the front of it holding onto his pecs for dear life while the sleeves are pulled up to show off muscular forearms. A pair of jeans hug his meaty legs and boots cover his feet.

“You stare a lot.” His words break you out of your ogling and you finally pull down the mug from your lips.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Wolfie,” you comment, suddenly hyperaware that you may have just said something rude.

Walter’s chuckle surprises you, and you’re put at ease, “Wolfie?” He challenges, walking toward you.

You shrug your shoulders and stand your ground, looking up at him as he stops in front of you. He nods to the coffee maker and you step back to let him make a cup for himself. He takes a sip and hums at the flavor. He turns to ask you about it and you answer before he can open his mouth.

“Cinnamon. Just a few shakes and it takes away the sharp bitterness. Now, if you’re done talking about coffee, can we talk about how you can turn into a wolf?” Your frustration peeks through and Walter nods, leading you back into the living room.

Once you get to the couch, you set down your coffee on the table in front of you and turn to face Walter. He takes the cue and starts to speak.

“So, what do you want to know? Do you want me to go through my entire lifetime? It’s quite long, so far. Or start where I was attacked and bitten by someone I thought was a friend? Should I dispel werewolf myths about uncontrollable shifting during the full moon?” He rambles on, probably trying to confuse you or overwhelm you. 

Luckily, you’re already overwhelmed so his attempt is in vain.

“I have a couple of questions. The first one is: Do you eat people? The second one is: Could you follow my scent to find me?” you offer, pulling your leg up to sit on it while leaning against the back of the couch.

“I don’t eat people. I don’t think Werewolves as a whole, ever eat people. Attack? Sure. But no, I don’t crave human flesh,” he pauses, looking down at his hands, “How’d you know about the scent thing?” He’s suddenly super interested in his fingernails.

“I didn’t know about the scent thing. You just confirmed a hunch, is all,” You reach for your mug, bringing it closer to your lips before taking a sip, “One more question and I’ll release you from the hot seat. Are you safe out here? Like, I mean, with the animal mutilations in the town, they were talking about sending hunters out to look for whatever was doing it.”

“That wasn’t me, just so you know. I’m safe out here. I actually live in town, I just come here to shift and get some time away. No one comes out this way. This used to be an abandoned shack, but I fixed it up over the past years. Got electricity going and made it...wait. You care if I’m safe out here?” he presses, a toothy grin showing off his sharp canines.

“You saved my life, I can’t care about your wellbeing? I’m being nice, don’t push it, Wolfie,” you snap, a little harsher than you meant to. You did feel lied to, but he was being honest with you. You shake your head before insisting, “I’m sorry, I just...this is a lot. And I need you to know that I was really pissed off with you in the beginning, but I know why you didn’t tell me. Safety and all that. Maybe you can drive me back to my car so I can start the drive back home?” You were cut off by an intense yawn that came out of nowhere.

“Speaking of safety, you look like you’re ready to fall over. You’ve had all of about two sips of coffee and that yawn almost unhinged your jaw a bit there. Just, I won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re tired behind the wheel,” he admits, turning concerned eyes on you.

“You know, as a wolf, using puppy dog eyes on me should be considered unfair. And how do I know this is not some elaborate excuse to get me into your bed so you can have your way with me, huh?” you huff, squinting at him as his eyes glimmer in the low light of the room.

“Do you want me to have my way with you?” he leans back, head over his shoulder, and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

Your hand flies out to slap his bicep. You figure that was easier than giving him the answer that was on the tip of your tongue.

He rolls his eyes and gets up from the couch, pointing to your coffee cup in your hand and motioning for you to give it to him. He takes both of your unfinished cups to the kitchen and when he comes back, he heads for the stairs. “You coming, pup?”

“Pup? Is that because I called you Wolfie?” You stand up from the couch, tilting your head at him before walking to follow him up the steps.

“I don’t know, give me time and I’ll think of something better.” He winks at you and smiles when you duck your head.

Once Walter shows you to his bedroom, you don’t hide your urge to look over everything in the room while he leans against the open door. You almost get upset when you see that his bedspread isn’t a large picture of a wolf’s face. Somehow you thought it would just fit in with his vibe. But the midnight blue damask comforter that covers the bed is actually way more fitting.

“Wait, where are you gonna sleep if I sleep in here?” You question as you sit on the bed and take off your boots.

“I figured I would sleep on the couch. I don’t need much sleep anyway. Unless that was an invitation…?” he smirks and is surprised when you look to be thinking it over.

“Can you stay in here ‘til I fall asleep? I don’t want to be alone.” you confess, looking everywhere but who you were talking to. You can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, but you also know you won’t sleep in a bed that’s not yours all by your lonesome.

“Are you alright? I mean, of course, you’re not. What am I saying?” he rambles, coming into the room fully and hunching his shoulders so he can seem less intimidating.

Walter walks over to the bed, pulls back the bedspread, and motions for you to crawl under the covers. Once you are comfortable, he turns on a low light on his dresser and turns off the overhead light of the room. Coming back to the bed, he sits at the edge and toes off his boots before you pull him to lie down next to you.

Turning to face him as he lays on his back, you stare at his face as he looks up at the ceiling. You’re interlacing your fingers so that you don’t reach out and trace his jawline when a thought pops into your head.

“When’s the last time you had a woman in your bed?” You breathe, mentally kicking yourself for not thinking longer before you voice your thoughts.

“It’s been a while. Years. I don’t really...mingle much.” He murmurs, eyes never moving from one particular spot.

You refuse to acknowledge the “lone wolf” analogy, instead, you steady yourself before putting a hand on his. “Thank you for saving me, Walter. Goodnight.” Taking your hand back, you close your eyes and let tiredness take its course.

“You’re welcome.” His soft voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s the last thing you hear before you’re fully asleep.

To be continued…

A/N:  Wow, you mean to tell me I got these two folks in bed together and they’re both dressed still? What?! Don’t hate me!

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Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]

Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she’s a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

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The sounds of wolves howling in the distance and twigs snapping nearby didn’t phase her because the drumming of her heart and Jungkook’s intense stare was all she could focus on. When Taehyung and Jennie found each other, they were so happy and were immediately in love. It felt like they had known each other their entire life. When Taehyung looked at Jennie, he always looked like he was in awe of her. Like he couldn’t believe that she was his. He held her like she was the most fragile thing in the world and spoke to her in the softest tone. She had just found out that her and Jungkook were mates but everything was wrong. He avoided her, looked at her with disdain and didn't want to touch her. The way he told her was void of affection or desire. Jungkook almost looked sick explaining their circumstances to her. She didn’t feel that great either. Jungkook was great to look at and made her physically feel things she had never felt before in all her relationships but he was unapproachable and made her so angry with how unpredictable he was.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked.

She didn’t reply, instead choosing to bask in the noises of the forest. With the sun set and no source of light nearby, it was pitch black. She could only see Jungkook’s amber eyes and even if she couldn’t see him, she’d know if he was close because she could feel him. She knew she should be terrified because of all the unknown creatures in the forest but Jungkook made her safe even if he basically hated her.

“I’m just confused about one thing.” she finally spoke.

She took Jungkook’s shift in his position as an answer.

“How do you know that we’re actually mates? I don’t know much but I’ve heard that when mates meet they instantly like fall...in love. We seem to just not be on the same page ever,” she hesitated before continuing, “and you seem to be avoiding me at all costs.”

Jungkook scoffed, “You should’ve stopped at, ‘I don’t know much’.”

And there it was. His attitude and hurtful comments only continuing to confirm that he hated her.

“You’re so-“ she dug her nails into her thighs, needing some sort of way to release her frustration, “you can’t put your arrogance aside for one minute? You’re right, I don’t know much about you or your world but I just don’t think we’re mates. You are too much of an asshole to even have one!”

Jungkook wanted to laugh at her attempt to make him feel bad. He had the ability to outrun a car and uproot trees yet she thought by calling him names she would make him feel any sort of way. On the other hand, Jungkook really did not know why he was being so stubborn. His goal was to get her to stay for a couple more days until it was safe for her to go home but he was pushing her closer to the edge with this conversation. He would have to circle back to getting her to stay but for right now, he was going to take advantage of the fact that he was able to see her crystal clear despite the darkness. With her being a human, her eyes couldn’t adjust to light and dark the way he can and that was okay for now. She was kind of cute all riled up. A little human angry at a werewolf in his own domain; even the tree stump she was sitting on was bigger than her. She looked cute with furrowed brows and a concentrated stare. Her bottom lip was all red from her biting it out of frustration and Jungkook didn’t like how that made him feel. He had taken notice of how hard she was digging her nails into her thighs and couldn’t help but imagine how easy it would be for him to leave marks of pleasure on her body. Jungkook blamed his upcoming heat for making him a slave to his lust and thanked the darkness for shielding his very obvious desire.

“Honestly Jungkook, I don’t care. Tell everyone I said thank you but I’m leaving.” she sighed, pushing herself off the stump.

She was determined to go home tonight no matter what. It was already hard admitting to herself that she was jealous of Jennie’s life but this was another kind of hurt she was not prepared for. She already felt like an outsider barging into what was an already established group but having someone that was supposed to be her soulmate who hated her was a full force punch to the gut. She thought about calling Jungkook more hurtful names just to get it out of her system but decided to conserve her energy. Besides, he didn’t care what she thought of him anyways.

“Do you know where to go?” she heard Jungkook ask.

She stopped in her tracks, embarrassed. In the midst of her anger, she forgot that they were in the middle of fucking nowhere and she couldn’t even see her own two hands in front of her. The hairs on her body stood when she heard a group of wolves howling in the distance. Not only did she not know where to go, she couldn’t see and she would most likely die if she went alone. Mirroring Jungkook’s pride, she didn’t turn around and took little fearful steps forwards. Her anger level was at a point of not caring if she got attacked because maybe then and only then would Jungkook feel bad. Jungkook held back his laugh as he watched her ball up her fists and walk in the wrong direction.

“You’re going the wrong way.” he teased in a singsong voice knowing that it was probably making her more and more irritated.

Jungkook planned on letting her embarrassment drag on for a little while until he heard her sniffling. He then started to feel a dull ache in his chest. This ache wasn’t as bad as the one from earlier but it was enough to make itself known. Combined with the sudden scent of salt, he realized she was crying again. Her crying was the one thing he couldn’t and didn’t want to deal with because he could feel all the pain she felt when she did. If she wanted to cry, he didn’t care but the fact that she also had to make him physically feel what she did was a problem. And pain? Emotional or physical, pain is the worst thing anyone could go through. In his case, it was also annoying because it wasn’t even his pain that he was feeling. Jungkook wouldn’t say he felt bad but he felt responsible for how she was currently feeling. He also wanted to stop the ache in his chest as soon as possible because it was a sensation he did not enjoy.

She felt so stupid crying but she couldn’t help it. She was so frustrated and confused and scared. She just wanted to go back home and stay in her bedroom for maybe half a year. As she strained her eyes to make out any shape in the darkness ahead, she felt Jungkook’s hand slip into hers and immediately had to shut her eyes due to how powerful the sensitivity from his touch felt. Bright orbs began to dance behind her eyelids and all the negative feelings from just seconds ago began to fade into oblivion. Jungkook had to take a deep breath himself just to regulate his own senses that were going into overdrive. He gently pulled her towards him and grabbed her other hand, placing both on his chest. She slowly opened her eyes hearing him whisper her name. Jungkook was looking at her with a gaze she had only seen on him with his pack. It was still so dark and she couldn’t make out a thing surrounding them, but his face was crystal clear in front of her. She could suddenly make out all the features of his face.

“This. This feeling,” Jungkook began to say, his eyes never leaving hers, “I know you feel it too.”

She nodded and felt the butterflies in her stomach swarm when she felt him squeezing both her hands.

“This is how I know we’re mates.” Jungkook finished, his voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook knew he had to pull away at some point but just feeling her felt so…good. His body felt warm and holding her made every muscle in his body relax. He slowly placed his forehead against hers and listened to her breathing. He noticed that both their hearts were beating at a steady pace and not racing. It was as if their bodies needed each other to calm down. Jungkook fought the urge to get closer and take her frame into the safety of his arms. The line between what his body instinctively wanted versus what Jungkook wanted was beginning to blur and he knew that he’d be playing a tricky game if he let this continue. The silent deal he made with himself of allowing them to be so close for just a few minutes began to slip when she pulled away from him slightly to look up at him. Their heartbeats continue to steady as their lips inched closer. A howl that seemed closer than it should be pulled Jungkook back into reality. He pulled away from her body and scanned the area cursing at how he left time get away.

“We have to go now.” he ordered, eyes fixated somewhere she couldn’t see.

The walk back to the cabin remained silent between them only this time she felt safe with Jungkook’s fingers still intertwined with hers.

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The next few days went by quickly. Jennie convinced her to stay for her whole break saying that it would be fun to spend Christmas and New Years with the pack. She agreed, realizing that if she said no, she would be all alone during the holidays as Jennie was her only friend. It was a sad realization because if she decided to go home, Jennie would still have a whole group of friends to be with while she would only have herself and Netflix. At least if she did go home, her body was now fully healed and she didn’t have to worry anymore about whether or not moving a certain body part was worth the pain.

“Don’t venture too far!” Mina said with a worried look.

She smiled and shook her head to reassure Mina. After much pleading and bargaining, Mina agreed to let her go out for a little walk as long as she didn’t go past a certain point in the forest and if she came back within the hour. Some of the pack members had left to go hunting while the rest were lounging in the living room barely paying attention to what was on the TV screen. She waved back to the members who were saying bye and only got a glimpse of Jungkook before walking out the door. His eyes were set straight at the TV, barely noticing her presence. She took a lung full of the crisp winter air before walking along the path directed by Mina.

The land the pack lived on was breathtaking. Situated on a hill, she only saw acres of the tops of trees and the city in the distance. The snow proved to be difficult to walk through as it engulfed her legs and by minute five, she was already panting and getting hot. Thankfully, if she did get lost, she could follow the trail she was leaving behind back to the cabin. She found herself going off the path Mina wanted her to stay on instead, making it back to the spot Jungkook and her were at a few nights ago. She pushed the pile of snow off the same tree stump she sat on that night and took a seat. This area was so beautiful and tranquil during the day. She closed her eyes and let her mind replay the events of that fateful night. After that night, Jungkook became more distant and cold. She hated how much she missed him and how much she wanted to just be near him. She had never felt so full and warm before in her life. It was as if all the puzzle pieces in her life fit when they touched. All her stress and anxiety were taken away in an instant because of him. She knew he felt the same way because he told her and also because of the way his eyes looked. They were kind and soft, void of any angst or anger. She opened her eyes and groaned at how embarrassed she felt despite being alone in the forest. She didn’t even know if she liked the guy but she liked the way he made her physically feel. Perhaps it was better this way. She knew that once she went home, she’d never see Jungkook ever again and whoever she ends up dating would never make her feel the way he did. It would only make things harder if they didn’t avoid each other. Until she went home, she’d keep this memory to herself and replay it in her head every chance she got.

Her body froze with fear when she heard a branch crack behind her followed by footsteps. Too afraid to turn around, she tried to quickly come up with an escape plan only to feel her heart sink remembering that if it was another rogue wolf, she would probably just die. As the footsteps got closer, she decided that her only escape plan was just to scream and hope that the pack members could hear her. When the footsteps sounding like they were right behind her, she finally turned around only to see Namjoon carrying firewood.

“Jesus Christ…” she gasped and clutched her chest.

Namjoon laughed and carefully placed the firewood on the ground before approaching her.

“Sorry I scared you. I thought taking small steps would make you feel less scared but I guess everything in this forest would be scary huh?” he smiled, “What are you doing out here alone anyways?”

She scooted over to make space on the tree stump for Namjoon. He gladly took a seat next to her, taking off the hat he was wearing and placing it on her head.

“I just needed some fresh air.” she answered, adjusting the beanie on her head.

“The guys too much for you?” Namjoon asked.

“Something like that.” she laughed.

“I’m sorry Jungkook’s being so difficult,” Namjoon sighed, “I’ve never seen a wolf so indifferent towards his mate.”

Her eyes widened as she looked over at Namjoon. Namjoon mirrored her wide eyes and covered his mouth as if he just told her something he shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry did you not know?” he asked, his voice muffled by his hand.

“No I know! I just didn’t know you knew.” she said.

In an instant, Namjoon’s concerned expression turned into one of amusement as he let out a laugh that would’ve echoed through the forest if it weren’t for all the snow. Namjoon patted her head and gave her an endearing smile.

“Of course I know. I’ve known Jungkook since he was very young and he’s not very good at hiding anything. Besides, I think everyone knows,” Namjoon’s eyes squinted in thought, “maybe not Jimin, he’s a little slow…or Yoongi but that’s probably because he doesn’t care.”

“Everyone?” she asked, her eyes still wide with shock.

Namjoon nodded and let out another sigh, “Jungkook is…he’s just having a hard time wrapping his head around this whole mate thing. You’ll just have to be a little more patient with him.”

She let Namjoon’s words process in her mind before speaking. Jungkook never explained to her why he was acting the way he was but she figured it was just probably because he didn’t like her very much. She wasn’t going to try to get him to like her because what would be the point. Besides, she was still trying to figure out her own feelings about him.

“It’s okay,” she answered, “he doesn’t have to like me. He can like anyone he wants.”

Namjoon shook his head and let out a chuckle only this time, it sounded forced.

“It’s a lot more complicated than that. It’s not about liking you or liking anyone, it’s about choice. His own choice. It has nothing to do with you.” Namjoon said. He looked over at her to find that her gaze was fixated on the snow below their feet.

“But it feels like it has everything to do with me.” she thought out loud.

Namjoon didn’t have the heart to confirm what she just said. He also didn’t feel like it was his place to have this conversation with her. Jungkook needed to learn how to handle this new territory and he had to quick before he hurt both of their feelings.

“Come on, you’re all red from the cold. Let’s go home.” Namjoon said, stretching his arms as he stood up.

He picked up the firewood he placed down earlier and took the lead. When her footsteps became faint, he turned around to check on her only to see her struggling to maneuver through the snow and keep up with his pace at the same time.

“Stop laughing at me!” she whined when she saw Namjoon laughing as he watched her make her way towards him.

“Get on my back.” he sighed, feigning annoyance.

She shook her head pointing out that he had to carry an armful of firewood and that she’d be okay. Namjoon countered this by reminding her that he was a werewolf. After more bickering, Namjoon resulted in using scare tactics and fabricating a story of how a rogue could get her. The same level as telling a child about how the bogeyman might come get them if they didn’t listen to their parents. She couldn’t say she was shocked at how stable Namjoon was carrying her on his back with the firewood in his arms but she was definitely impressed. She still had to learn how to accept this new reality that was once only in the fairy tales she read growing up.

“Why can’t you be my mate?” she groaned as she rested her head on Namjoon’s shoulder, “you’re so nice and Jungkook is such an ass.”

She heard Namjoon’s chest rumble with laughter, “That’s very nice but I’m taken.”

Lifting her head from his shoulders, she teased him with a series of “ooo’s” and “ahh’s”.

“Where is this mystery mate then?” she sang.

The laughter and fun was suddenly sucked out of the air when Namjoon became quiet and his pace slowed.

“She’s far away now.” was all he said before changing the topic.

By the time they made it back to the cabin, they were able to steer the conversation back to something more entertaining and pleasant. Jungkook tried his best to ignore her laughter and the fact that she was draped on Namjoon’s back but the tensing of his muscles and the veins protruding from his arms gave away his irritation. Jungkook's patience was at the edge when he started to taste blood from biting his tongue so hard when Namjoon entered the cabin spinning her around on his back. Her chimes of “Namjoon is so strong!” and “He carried me all the way home!” in response to Jennie and Mina’s concerns had him grinding his teeth. Oblivious to Jungkook’s body language, Jimin jumped up from the couch and pulled her away from Namjoon.

“I bet I can squat you!” Jimin chimed.

Everything happened so quickly. One minute Jungkook was seething on the couch and then he had Jimin pinned on the ground with his hand on Jimin's throat the next. He didn’t know what led him to do this. He thought it was the squeal that came out of her mouth when Jimin lifted her in his arms but perhaps it was the sight of her arms around Jimin’s neck and his hands around her waist that now had the older one gasping for air on the floor.

“What..the fuck!” Jimin gasped as Jungkook’s grip tightened.

Her and Jennie were backed against the wall, hands to their mouths as they watched the scene before them play out. Jungkook’s eyes were bright red and his canines had unsheathed themselves.

“Come on, let’s go.” Mina tried to shield her and Jennie from the sight as she ushered them to their bedrooms.

Her and Jennie walked down the hall hand in hand as Mina did her best to soothe them with her comforting voice despite being shaken up herself. The three of them flinched as a loud bang followed their leaving.

“Jungkook, off now!” Namjoon roared, trying to peel Jungkook off Jimin.

Jungkook heard his leader order him but his body didn’t want to listen. All he saw was red and he wanted to kill Jimin at that moment. He felt himself pull against Namjoon’s grip which only added more pressure to Jimin’s neck. Namjoon began to panic when he heard Jimin’s breath get shallower and shallower. Wolves were very defensive over their mates but something significant had to happen for something like Jungkook’s reaction. Knowing that he couldn’t get Jungkook to listen by force, Namjoon racked his brain to figure out another way to get Jungkook to listen. As Jungkook’s mind ran wild with rage, he heard Namjoon say her name.

“Do it for her. Don’t scare her even more than you already have.” Namjoon said, praying that this would work and not rile Jungkook up more.

Namjoon let out a sigh of relief when Jungkook released his hold on Jimin. Jimin’s head fell to the floor as the wolf tried to catch his breath. Namjoon noticed the slight tremble of Jungkook’s body as well as the veins protruding all over him. He gently took a hold of the youngest one's face and turned it towards him. Jungkook was breathing just as hard as Jimin and his shirt was damp from sweat. One look into Jungkook’s frantic red eyes was all Namjoon needed to see.

“Jungkook, you’re in heat.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook werewolf #bts werewolf #jimin #taehyung #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon #jin #choices #i-dont-give-a-fok #taeyongzodiacwinkiri

[dollygirl808]

Ch 1 of A Helping Paw

Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya

Freya was just trying to have a nice, relaxing getaway vacation with her boyfriend to her old childhood home, to get away from the loud, crowded city, when a big, kind of obsessive dog quite literally forced his way onto her lap and into her life. All of a sudden, there's a second dog. Then another, and another, until suddenly she found herself with a whole pack of dogs! Little does she know, they're all werewolves, not real dogs, and they're all a little (lot) in love with her.

Masterlist

Freya breathed in the crisp, fresh air of the back country as she settled in the handmade wooden bench swing, thick legs tucked under her and curled up in what was probably a real furred blanket, thermos cup sat in her lap and a book held in her hands. She was finally going to get around to reading the book she brought with her, a collection of spicy monster stories to pass the time.

It only took her a week and a half to open the thing, already over halfway done with her getaway vacation, that she was supposed to spend the majority of time being with her boyfriend, Jake.

Of course, he had to complain about it being too cold even though it was technically summer and wasn't even snowing, and then he got sick and acted like the world was ending. Even though it was more likely just sinuses acting up due to the pressure changes, and he was only sick for three days.

They had a couple of cute date nights, one even in town at the most adorable little seafood restaurant by the lake, another out shopping for cute memories and little knickknacks, and another inside watching an old movie she loved as a kid on the nice big wall-mounted TV in the living room, eating popcorn and deer jerky and local-made beer.

It had been really fun, in between all of their bickering little spouts where he nitpicked and insulted her childhood home, where she grew up with her parents and grandfather, pointing out all the small little differences and imperfect coloring in the wooden beams, all fit together by hand by her grandfather and great-grandfather.

But she wasn't here to fight, she was here to relax and get away from the stresses of the big city, clear her mind and get ride of her writers block.

So she sank into her book, gets a good thirty pages in before the sound of rustling leaves had her looking up, and spotting a massive, chocolate brown dog standing just outside of the treeline, striking baby blue eyes standing out against the fur.

She can't tell if it's some sort of wolf dog hybrid or maybe just an all brown German shepherd, albeit a massive one. Perhaps a wolf German shepherd hybrid? She blinked at the dog curiously, setting down her book, and it broke eye contact first, glancing down as it sniffed at the grass.

It just sort of lingered in the area, nosing around the grass and occasionally glancing up at her, fluffy brown ears perked foward. Doesn't approach, doesn't bark, doesn't show any aggressive signs.

From afar she can sort of see a black collar around its neck, so she assumed it was just a neighbor or hikers pet who wondered off. Someone might come by to collect him, or call him back, or he'll just wonder off again on his own. She's pretty sure one of her closest neighbors has a dog for two, used to hear the bark or howl on occasion when she was kid.

Then again that was a long time ago- he might not even live there anymore, not that she's really had any time to say hi to anyone. Not worried about the dog, she goes back to reading.

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Freya sipped at her hot chocolate, then nibbled on her local treat she bought when she went into town yesterday as she finally gets to the fun part of the story, when suddenly she heard the old steps creek and looked up only to be met with bright blue, curious eyes. She let out a shocked shout as she spotted the dog much closer than before, two paws on the bottom steps of her porch.

He had managed to sneak up on her completely silently, not that she was particularly paying attention to it with her nose in her book, but it still startled her.

She took a calming breath to help ease her nerves as he climbed the steps with a bit of hesitancy, head ducked and ears relaxed, like he recognized that he'd scared her- even if only briefly. She tried not to panic as it stood between her and her front door, blocking her only reasonable escape. It wasn't here to hurt her, probably, but that didn't mean she loved feeling trapped.

"Hi pretty boy," Freya cooed softly, staying where she was, "Are you friendly? Can you sit?" She asked, and the massive pup took a few more steps forward before sitting down in front of her, tail thumping softly against the wooden panels.

"Oh, that's a good boy," She praised, and carefully held out her hand knuckles first incase he decided to give her a warning nip. He sniffed curiously at her fingers before giving her whole hand a lick, long tongue lapping between her fingers.

She took that as a sign of friendship and gently pat between his ears, and immediately he stood up and bullied his big head onto her lap, nearly knocking over her thermos and little bowl of snacks.

It made her laugh, and she ruffled the fur on his neck while checking his collar for a name, and maybe the number of his owner if they were responsible. After some amount of struggling, considering he kept nosing at her arms with his long muzzle and practically demanded to be pet more, she found out his name is Soap and managed to dial the number on the back of his tags.

It immediately goes to voice-mail, and she's not too surprised or dissapointed, good consistent service is hard to get out here, so she left a message, "Hi! My name is Freya and I think I've found your dog, Soap?" He perked up at his name.

"He just wondered up to me on my porch, beautiful big brown boy, he hasn't given me any trouble or anything. I'm not sure if you live close, I used to live out here in the country side and I moved away a few years ago, but I'm just here on vacation. Anyways, give me a call back whenever you can and I could drive him back to your house or we could meet up somwhere in town, depending on where you live. Promise he's safe with me for the time being and I'll take care of him as best as a can until then, but I hope to hear back from you soon." She hung up then, putting her phone away as she pet him.

"Guess you're stuck with me for a while, huh boy?" She asked, rubbing her thumb over his ear, "Let's get you some water, yeah?"

Soap backed up to give her room as she stood up, gathering her little blanket and cup and snacks and book in her hands before leading him inside, dumping everything on the couch before digging through the bottom cabinets and looking for her grandfather's dogs old bowl, buried behind pots and pans. It's just a cheap flimsy metal bowl with a little raised bone on the front, and she fills it up in the sink before placing it down on the kitchen tile.

Only after she stood up did he lap at the water, and Freya left him to it as she went to her bedroom to get changed, he was going to need some food after all, and a few leftover peices of turkey wouldn't cut it. He was absolutely massive, after all.

It took her a moment, but eventually she settled on the outfit she wore when she went into town on the first day, a long white skirt with roses and a high slit along with a long sleeve red top that had a sweetheart neckline. There are only a couple of months where it's actually warm enough to show some skin, and that's why she was here at this time of the year instead of any other.

It would be hard to fully enjoy a getaway vacation with her boyfriend if they were both bundled up under layers and layers of proper winter gear, after all.

She dug around in a closet for an old leash, it's leather and peeling but it'll have to do. She hoped Soap wouldn't give her any trouble being leashed up.

"Soap, come on boy. Wanna go for a car ride?" She asked in a high pitched voice, half bent over and half leaning on the back of the couch to do the strap on her red and tan platform wedge sandals, with little bows over the edge of the open-toed shoe. Her toenails were painted white match her perfectly manicured nails, this was supposed to be a lovers getaway vacation after all.

Soap abandoned the bowl as soon as she called his name, nearly running into her legs in his excitement. He lapped at her tan calf peaking out through the slit in her skirt and let out a happy ruff.

He tried to nose and sniff at her crotch through the skirt no less than three times while she attempted to do up her other ankle strap, but eventually stopped and sat patiently when she just pushed his wet nose away with a playful scolding every time.

Freya opened the back door to the red truck, and he hopped in before she could even say anything. She gave him a quick pat between the ears and some praise before climbing into the driver's seat, tossing her brown bag and leash onto the passing seat and connecting her phone to bluetooth to play music.

Just after she's buckled up and about to turn on the car, Soap jumps over the center console and sits himself in the passenger seat instead, kicking her things into the floor space as he settled on his side, body laid over the console and big paws and head in her lap.

She attempted, and failed, twice to lift him up and get him off of her, at least put him on the center console instead of on her lap, but he doesn't budge even one inch, even thinks it's a bit of a game as his tail thumped happily against the car door. It doesn't take her long to give up, he clearly just wants to be close. Maybe this was what he was used to?

When she started driving, she took it very slow at first, wanting to make sure he wouldn't move around too much or misbehave. No one else is really around anyways, so she can afford to go like 20 miles an hour while she tests the waters. To his credit, the pup behaves perfectly and eventually she speeds up to the speed limit, and it only takes them an hour to get into town.

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After parking she turned the car off, took off her seatbelt and leaned over the fluffy menace to get her bag and the old leash, resulting in a few slopy doggy kisses to her face and neck that she has to wipe off when she sits up.

"Soap, gross!" Freya complained, half-smiling half scrunching up her face as she lifted the bottom of her skirt to get rid of the warm slober he left behind.

She hooked the leash on him no problem, then hesitantly opened her door and got out. "Come on boy, be good and don't pull me please," She called, patting her thigh to encourage him to come out. She tightened the leash in her hand when he stood up, but he only hopped out nice and easy, and stood next to her as she closed the door.

"Good boy, good boy," She cooed, patting between his ears. He soaked up the praise, nearly knocking her over with his weight alone as he leaned into her legs and touch, brown fluffy tail kicking up dust as it wagged.

She stepped back, snorting at the way he stumbled and almost fell without her support. "Let's go Soap, c'mon," She told him, holding the leash loose ad she walked forward confidently.

Immediately, he fell into step next to her, almost a perfect heel. Didn't stray far enough for any tension to be on the leash, only let his nose fall to the ground when a scent was particularly interesting, and barely paid a glance at people walking by, complimenting and cooing at him fron afar.

Freya thought that whoever owned Soap must be pretty good at training and raising dogs, because he's essentially a perfect gentleman. They walk into the local pet shot without any problems, and she said hi to the worker before trying to find him some food that he liked. That was the only problem they had the entire time.

She bought another bowl, because she only had one at the moment and he would need water and food at the same time. She also bought a few toys and chews, because she didn't need anything in her old family home to end up broken or chewed on, the entire house was made of wood after all. She even bought a new leash, a simple black nylon leash that wasn't pealing and practically as old as she was.

And if she felt a little ridiculous for buying all of these different things, despite the possibility that he'd be gone within the next couple of hours? Well, Soap couldn't possibly judge her for those things. Maybe she was being a little much, buying him toys and treats like he'd be sticking around for a while, but she needed something to do while her boyfriend was out and about without her, on a hike at a nearby national park with a tour guide for most of the day.

He'd be back either super duper late, around 3am or 5am, or he'd take a rest at a hotel and drive back in the morning and get home at around 10am. Either way she'd be alone for the day, simply because hiking with Jack wasn't very fun.

Not that she didn't enjoy it, she'd spent plenty of her childhood exploring the surrounding woods both with her father and alone. Hiking with him just felt like a massive production that was about doing it to brag that you did rather than because you enjoyed it, which really sucked all the fun out of it.

She had already promised Soap she'd buy him all those things, let him pick and choose which ones he wanted, so she couldn't possibly go back on her word now, even if she felt a little silly.

When the worker offered her a couple pieces of different kibble for him to sample after she explained her situation, he turned his nose up at all of them, some he didn't even bother to sniff before knocking them out of her hand or just completely ignored them. It was like he didn't even consider it edible!

To be fair it was dry dog kibble, but also on the other side wasn't he a dog?! Just what the heck was his owner even feeding him, anyways? Raw meat?

The idea clicked in her mind, and she sighed. "You're a spoiled boy aren't you?" Then she turned to the worker and asked about raw food, to which she sadly explained that they didn't have anything like that here, which wasn't surprising. Thankfully, she directed her to the buchers just on the outskirts of town who might be able to help. So, naturally, she loaded up her temporary pup and headed out there.

#cod fanfic #cod men #john soap mactavish #werewolf #werewolf au #Werewolf!Soap #OC Freya #task force 141 #cod fandom #A Helping Paw cod

[comfortless]

may i please ask for your thoughts on each könig skin ^^

sure thing!

default: beautiful, 10000/10, the only one that i ever really use (if i feel like suffering through this awful game). rare for cod to come out with an operator that does not look like a lazily stitched version of three other characters but König…. there is so much detail from the makeshift hood right down to the intentionally missed belt loop. the abundance of gear and the fact that none of the colors clash in a way that isn’t appealing! the hood is such a nice touch, too… obviously stitched together by his own hands.

i can only imagine the frustration he must have felt trying to hand-stitch around the eye holes when every needle probably seemed far too small for him to use. ;; did he even think to use a thimble? probably not…

anonymous, blood soaked, and praetorian are more or less the same apart from a few small details. i love the camos on him and how praetorian just lacks the tear-streaks entirely. also, that name? insinuating that he’s a commander of some sort… <3

tricks & violator: where are the scare actor König thoughts for these specifically. he was born to be shoved in a corn maze or a house decked out in fake blood and limbs. they are not scary but… give him some credit for making the hood for the first himself! what did he use..? an old halloween t-shirt? fabric paint? it’s perfect.

grouping antibody and biohazard together, because my thoughts are the same: underwhelming… but it’s him..! they both get a pass.

expedition: this is the cutest skin in the entirety of the game. including everyone else’s. the silly bucket hat. the hood still on beneath the net. the gloves? he looks like he can not decide whether he’s planning for a trip to find some long-forgotten temple in the jungle, a solo fishing trip, or tending to a pretty garden.

desidia: every time i see this one i am reminded of @wordsbyvani’s moss person König thoughts. some benevolent higher power will one day bless you all with the lovely secret knowledge that she bestows me with.

arachnid: barking pawing howling whining sulking shaking like 🥛 that is all.

deep lord: see above. but also… you know marine horror is such a lovely genre to explore. coupled with the additions to this skin i think someone could put something perfect together with this in mind!

the wolf: the company of wolves… red riding hood… any werewolf movie ever… constantly associating him with anything big and canine after seeing this one. it is SO silly but i like to think that maybe… there are further hints about him/his personality in the little details of each skin (i am on the floor begging for crumbs).

ghillie monster: i have to be honest with you all this one is just not… for syl. most of his skins at least still resemble him in some capacity, but his gear makes even his body look different here! shelved for eternity i will never touch this.

sinister: i think you all can probably already guess my thoughts!! if not… sorry. i will not share them here.

vapor: i do not play cod mobile and this one is not enough to bring me to that level of suffering.

also!! i both love and hate this ask because i had to stop myself at each one to not… fall into writing some silly blurb or adding several things to my ever growing wip list… BUT i do think it would be fun to toy around with using his other skins in mind when writing him! ^^ much to think about….

[fangirl-writes]

Wolfie

Jasper Whitlock/Hale x Fem!Werewolf!Reader

Request:

hiiii! idk if you’re still writing about jasper, but i was wondering if maybe you could do like where jasper is dating a wolf, like from jacobs family, and they are fighting the newborns and jasper nervous for her, and like after the fight the volturi comes and the reader stays with jasper and like clings too him, but she’s still like in wolf form? i don’t know if that makes sense but i’ve been trying to find a story like that but i can’t sadly and i rlly like ur stories so i was hoping you’d write it:) if not it’s totally fine, i totally understand if you cant!

much love xxx<3

Warning(s): Canon-level violence and related mentions of blood, broken bones, etc.

Notes: My first twilight imagine! Yay! This is way too long but I hope you like it. I had to rewatch Eclipse to write this. Honestly, the movies are pretty good all things considered.

Summary: Wolves and Vampires are meant to be mortal enemies. But, occasionally, there are times they work well together. Fighting newborn vampires is one of those times. Of course, you and Jasper never liked the whole rivalry in the first place.

You met Jasper in the woods.

The only place you could go to be what you truly were. Do what you truly loved. And that was running.

Whether it was in wolf-form or not, you would run through the trees and feel the wind whipping at your face. It was freeing, you felt connected to your roots and to the wolf inside you.

You usually ran alone, since no one could ever keep up with you. Not even Jacob. Hell, Jacob’s motorcycle couldn’t keep up with you.

Your dad, Billy, said it was a special spiritual connection you had, being able to run so fast without shifting into wolf form. 

A running partner would be nice though, someone to talk to while running instead of just filtering between your thoughts and Sam’s, and Jared’s, and Paul’s until you got far enough away for radio silence.

You thought about asking Sam a couple of times, but he was such a stick in the mud you knew he’d kill your vibe if he even agreed to go. And Paul and Jared got on your nerves so you didn’t even let your mind go there.

It was kind of lonely sometimes.

But not today.

You weren’t sure if it was werewolf instincts or basic human intuition, but you could tell someone (or something) was following you.

If it was Jacob or any of the other boys, you could recognize their scent a mile away, but there was nothing. You couldn’t smell anything (wasn’t close enough) and there was nothing to see or hear, but it was definitely there. 

The scent of fresh blood nearby made it seem like it was a predator. Perhaps a mountain lion or a real wolf, which didn’t worry you as much as the alternative. If push came to shove, you could take one of those things.

Something flashed through the trees overhead and you gasped, feet digging into the dirt as you skidded to a stop.

Your heart was pounding as you glared at the forest around you. Something was there. You could smell it.

“Where are you?” You said, softly, more to yourself than to the creature stalking you.

You heard leaves rustle and followed the sound, turning in circles and getting increasingly more worried as the thing circled you. “Show yourself, coward!”

God, you wished you could get that telepathic link back and call for help. You supposed you could shift and howl if things got really desperate. But that sounded humiliating, especially if this thing was a vampire.

A large sense of calm suddenly washed over you, the weight of worry lifting from your shoulders and you sighed almost involuntarily.

A man walked out from behind a tree.

“Sorry,” he said. “I had to get close enough to calm you down. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

He was blond and lean and he smelled like rotten candy. His skin was riddled with scars, spaced thickly together on his neck and jaw. Others lined his arms in a faded white that told stories. He had been in more fights than you could imagine, and he'd never lost.

His eyes were strikingly gold, but there was a darkness behind them.

You had the feeling you’d do anything for him. If he asked you to kill yourself you would without hesitation.

And oh- oh no.

Panic began to build again and the handsome stranger strengthened his gaze on you, your emotions shifting back to calm. But there was something else, too.

That desperate, longing feeling…the strong desire had vanished too.

“Wh-what did you do to me?”

The man’s face softened. “I just calmed you down. That’s my ability; I can control emotions.”

“A-ability? What are you-“

You felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over you as the realization set in. It made sense: the speed, the smell, the golden eyes.

Your imprint was a vampire.

“I’m Jasper,” He said. “I know your scared. This is not a normal thing… at all, but Alice- uh, a girl in my family, she can see the future. And she saw us, together.”

It was all too much at once. You felt like you were drowning. You couldn’t get over the simple fact that a vampire was your imprint.

The creature that caused your transformation- your extremely painful and terrifying transformation- was your soulmate. The perfect match for you.

God, your ancestors must be rolling in their graves.

“I-I’m sorry…this is just so strange. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it…” you said.

“That’s alright.” He- Jasper replied. “Can I come closer?”

He was stood about ten feet away from you, a respectable distance, which you were thankful for.

You took a moment to consider before replying. He was a vampire, he could kill you without a second thought, but he was also your imprint. He’d come so close to Quilete land just to find you and he’d been nothing but kind since he revealed himself.

“Okay… yeah, yeah, you can come closer.”

He smiled, relieved, and closed the distance between you. 

As he neared, you realized how tall he was. But instead of threatening, it was charming.

And his scars, you realized with horror, were bite marks.

Jasper chuckled. “I didn’t think the wet dog smell would go away, but I was prepared to make sacrifices.”

You smiled, feeling more at ease (whether that was yourself or his powers, you didn’t know, but would come to learn the difference). “And you don’t smell like rotten candy anymore.”

That made him laugh. “I didn’t know we had such an aroma.”

That desire was starting to creep back in. You wanted to know everything about him, wanted to be near him all the time, wanted to smell the sweetness of him. It was a pleasant feeling and wasn’t unwelcome any longer. You guessed that’s why most shifters felt happiest by their imprintee.

He reached up a hand and caressed your cheek.

“Your hands are cold,” you said.

“I’m sorry.” He replied, retracting his hand.

“No, no,” you grabbed it gently and placed it back on your cheek. “I like it.”

If vampires could blush you were sure he would’ve.

You kept one hand over his and used the other to feel up his arm and over his chest, trying to commit every curve to memory.

“And you’re so warm,” he whispered, placing his other hand on your waist and pulling you ever so closer.

“I guess we’re a good match then,” you replied, just as softly. It felt strange to be so intimate with someone you’d just met. But nothing had ever felt so right.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

You hummed. “Yes, please,”

His lips were cold, like the rest of his skin, but they were soft and gentle, easing into the kiss. Your stomach fluttered and you shivered as he ran his hands up your arms before curling around your back.

Your fingers knotted in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.

That desire inside strengthened, but you supposed that was just the way it felt to kiss your soulmate. And, god, did it feel good. The same hands that could end your life in a single motion were holding you tenderly.

You finally pulled away to catch your breath (Jasper could’ve stayed right there kissing you forever) and pressed your forehead against his.

“By the way,” you said. “My name is Y/N.”

It was the scandal of the century when you left the pack to be with a vampire.

Your dad didn’t like it, but he supported your choice. And, unlike your brother, he still talked to you when you visited. 

Jacob practically disowned you. He hated vampires and it only got worse when Bella Swan fell in love with Edward.

Jacob felt like the Cullens were taking away everyone he loved and they were going to turn them into cold, heartless bloodsuckers.

Which was preposterous at best. All the Cullens were very aware of themselves and what it means to be a vampire. Most of them didn’t have a choice in the matter, being what they are. And despite them not beating, they still had hearts.

Hearts that welcomed you and loved you the moment you stepped through their door.

Well, Rosalie needed some convincing and Edward was less than thrilled, but the others were great!

Of course, it was an adjustment having an alive person in the house and not wanting to rip their throat out. You just made sure to avoid bleeding at any cost, as if that wasn’t something you already did.

Alice immediately accepted you as her sister and you thanked her for leading Jasper to you, which she insisted wasn’t necessary. 

And Bella, the girl you once babysat over summer, was surprised to see you when she visited with Edward the first time.

“Y/N?” She said when you came into the room with Jasper.

The two of you had just been out hunting/running and you smiled wide when you saw her. “Bella!”

You guys hugged.

“Wha- why are you here? Jacob said you weren’t around anymore.”

“Um. I’m not, sort of.” You replied. “Let’s talk in the other room shall we?”

“What’s going on, are you a vampire, too?” Bella asked.

“I can’t believe you know that already, but no, I’m not a vampire. I’m...something else. I can’t tell you what I am, you know too much already. I’m with Jasper though. He’s, uh...he’s like my soulmate.”

“Soulmate?” Bella said. “Vampires have those?”

“I guess?”

Of course, Bella was the start of SO many more problems. James, Victoria, and Laurent, Bella’s papercut, the Cullens leaving town (and leaving you and Bella behind), Bella finding out about the pack, and the Volturi finding out about Bella and you.

But those events had brought an understanding between you and the boys.

Which brings you to where you were now, celebrating Bella’s graduation.

“Quil, Embry, Jake!” You threw yourself into each of their arms, hugging them. “So glad you guys came!”

Jasper was standing nearby, not one to leave your side very long, and Jacob shot him a sour look.

“Hey, Y/N!” Embry replied, ever the optimist. “You need to come visit again soon. Sam sucks as a wrestling referee.”

You laughed. “Give me a call next time and I’ll be there.”

“Will do.”

“Seth misses you, too,” Quil said. “Won’t shut up about how you made life with Leah more bearable.”

“Oh, you guys should leave her alone.” You chastised. “She’s just as sour as Sam, anyway,”

The boys shrugged and grinned. Neither conforming nor denying your words.

You glanced over to the stairway to see Bella and Jasper talking to Alice. Alice looked frightened. And that was never good.

“They’ll be here in four days,” Alice said, once the present Cullens and the four shifters gathered in a side room.

“This could turn into a bloodbath,” Carlisle said.

You exchanged a look with Jasper.

“Who’s behind it?” Edward asked.

“I didn’t see anyone I recognized.” Alice said. “Maybe one.”

“I know his face,” Edward said, reading Alice’s thoughts. “He’s local. Riley Biers...he didn’t start this.”

“Whoever did is staying out of the action.”

“Must be playing with the blind spots in your vision,” Carlisle said.

“Either way,” Jasper spoke up. “The army’s coming and there aren’t enough of us to protect the town.”

“Hold on,” Jacob said. “What damn army?”

“Newborns.” Carlisle explained. “Our kind.”

“What?” Jacob turned on you. “Did you know about this?”

You shrugged and smiled sheepishly. Yeah, you did.

“What are they after?” Embry asked.

“They were passing around Bella’s scent,” Alice said. “A red blouse.”

“They’re after Bella?” Jacob said. “What the hell does this mean?”

“It means an ugly fight,” Carlisle said. “With lives lost.”

Jacob looked to Quil and Embry, a decision being made between them.

“Alright,” He said. “We’re in.”

“No,”

“Bella-”

“You’ll get yourselves killed, no way.”

You sighed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for permission,” Jacob said, lowly.

“Edward,” Bella pleaded, looking towards her boyfriend to back her up.

He gave her no such rewards, looking between the boys and Bella before saying, “It means more protection for you.”

“No, I won’t let you do this, Jake,”

“He can take care of himself, Bella,” You said, glaring at her.

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what was it?”

“Look, just because you decided to abandon them-”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you!”

“Enough!” Carlisle interrupted. “Jacob. Do you think Sam would agree to...an understanding?”

Jacob’s jaw tightened and he got that brooding look in his eye. “As long as we get to kill some vampires.”

Asshole.

“Jasper?”

You looked to your boyfriend who had been sitting quietly next to you for the better part of the conversation.

“They’ll give us the numbers,” he said. “Newborns won’t even know they exist. It’ll give us an edge.”

“We’ll need to coordinate.”

“Carlisle, they’re gonna get hurt.” Bella protested.

You bit down on your tongue and Jasper sent a wave of calm over you.

“We’ll all need some training,” Carlisle replied. “Fighting newborns requires knowledge that Jasper has. You’re welcome to join us.”

Jacob nodded. “Alright. Name the time and place.”

“Jake. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Bella, this is what we do.” Jacob replied, icily. “You should be happy. Look at us. Working together.”

He looked over at you. “And you are the one that wanted us to get along, right?”

“Asshole.” You said, a bit of a smile tugging at your lips

“Bitch.” He replied, smirking.

After that you returned to the Cullen house. Not much was said as you and Jasper lounged on the couch, reading. You could tell he was thinking about the approaching fight and his past battles because he never turned a page.

When Edward returned from dropping off Bella, you could tell by the way he stalked into the room that he was looking for an argument.

“Must you always provoke her?” He asked.

You looked up from your book. “What, did the princess complain about me the whole way home?”

The disgusted look on Edward’s face only grew at your reply. “What’s your problem with her? I thought you and her were friends.”

You snapped your book shut. “Look. She may have you and my brother wrapped around her little finger, but not me. Someone has to be the bearer of bad news that the world doesn’t revolve around Bella Swan.”

“She’s in danger, Y/N. The least you could do is try to be civil.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that she was the only life that mattered here-”

“Stop.” Jasper said, sternly. The snapping of his book closed filling the room and shutting the two of you up. “Edward’s right. If you can’t keep this little rivalry you have-”

“Rivalry?” You were standing now, absolutely aghast at his accusation.

“Y/N-” He began, reaching out for you, eyes trained on you.

“Don’t.” You spat. “Don’t play with my emotions right now. Don’t you dare.”

He had the decency to look guilty about it.

You stormed out of the room, making sure to knock into Edward’s shoulder as you headed for the balcony.

The anger was bubbling up. If you didn’t leave now you’d shift in the house and destroy something or hurt someone. And it helped that you couldn’t stand being in the same room as those two right now.

You climbed onto the railing and dove off, shifting halfway down and landing on all fours. You took off running into the woods, making sure to howl to really twist the knife in Jasper’s gut.

Rivalry? You thought. Rivalry?! Who does he think he is? We don’t have a rivalry. It’s not like were competing for a spot on team Cullen. Bella’s just like that annoying younger sister who gets everything she wants, leaving you to the sidelines. To rot like second best-

You skidded to a stop.

Oh, shit. Am I jealous of her? No. No way. Not jealous, just...

The anger began to dissipate into confusion and hurt.

It made sense all of the sudden. You were jealous of Bella.

You’d tried for years to get the tribe and the Cullens to get along. They made you choose. To pick between family and love. But then Bella came along and was able to live in both worlds. She didn’t have to pick.

It helped that she was pretty ignorant to it all for a while. You knew too much, more than she did. You knew the tribe’s history, to the connection to vampires. You knew all of the Cullen’s darkest secrets and dreaded pasts. You were fully immersed in a way she never could be.

And it wasn’t that you wanted any evil vampires to try to kill you, but it would be nice to not have to face the consequences for the choices Bella makes. For her to undo all the progress you’d made just by existing.

It would be easier if you were a vampire instead of a shifter. You can’t say you hadn’t thought about asking Jasper to...well, he’d never agree to it anyway. And who knows what it would do to you.

You shifted back, realizing where you were. Stopped dead in the same spot you’d met him. In that little clearing between the trees. 

The leaves rustled in the wind and you shivered. Your clothes had ripped off with your transformation, leaving you cold and alone.

But you couldn’t go back. Not yet. You were still mad, even though the anger was gone. His words hurt. You weren’t ready to see him yet.

So, you shifted back into a wolf and curled up against a tree. A nice sleep in the woods might help you clear your head.

You sensed Jasper before you saw him. Your eyes opened as you caught that familiar sweet scent that only he carried. 

You sat up, having turned back into a human sometime through the night, and rubbed your eyes. “I know you’re there. You can come out.”

He slunk out from the trees. He was carrying a fresh pair of clothes for you and had a blanket slung over his shoulder. You could’ve kissed him.

He handed them to you gently, allowing you to reach out and take them from him.

He kept his distance as you dressed, about ten feet away.

Once dressed, you tossed the blanket over your shoulders and smiled tiredly at him. “Now doesn’t this look familiar?”

Jasper chuckled. “Can I come closer?”

You nodded, beckoning him forward. “Come on,”

He sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for what I said. That wasn’t what I meant and I should’ve thought about my words before I spoke.”

You shook your head. “No, you were right. I’m carrying this distain for Bella and I need to let it go. It’s not making anyone happy and if her and Edward are going to be together, I’m gonna have to get used to it.”

Jasper hummed, kissing your temple. “She could never replace you, you know?”

“Yeah...thank you.”

“We’re supposed to go meet with the wolves for training in a few hours. Do you want to go back to the house for breakfast beforehand?” He asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “But you guys don’t eat?”

“I...may have bought a bunch of your favorite breakfast foods. To make up for my mistake.” He said, a little sheepishly.

You laughed. “Never change, Jasper Whitlock.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a yes.”

You both stood, holding hands.

“Do you think...” You bit your lip. “Can I invite Bella over? I can’t eat all of that breakfast by myself.”

Jasper smiled. “That’s my girl.”

Emmett flew through the air, hitting the ground with a crash that would’ve killed any human. But he got up with a ferocity in his eyes and said, “again.”

Edward pulled up in his silver jeep carrying you and Bella in it and parked half-hazardly in between two trees.

You got out from the backseat and immediately went to Jasper’s side.

“Wouldn’t even let us eat breakfast alone,” You whispered. “I think he thinks I’m gonna eat her or something.”

Jasper bit back a laugh and turned with the rest of the family as the Uley back emerged from the trees. All ferocious and upset looking.

“They don’t trust us enough to be in their human forms,” Edward explained.

“They came, that’s what matters,” Carlisle replied. “Will you translate?”

Edward nodded.

Carlisle and Jasper approached the pack, standing before Sam, Jared, and Paul. You hung back by Bella and Alice. Last thing that bridge needed was a loose board.

“Welcome,” He began. “Jasper has experience with newborns. He’ll teach us how to defeat them.”

“They wanna know how the newborns are different from us.”

“They’re a great deal stronger than us,” Carlisle explained. “Because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first several months in this life.”

With no further questions from Sam, Carlisle turns the speech over to Jasper, who swaggers to the center of the group’s gaze like he was made for it.

“Carlisle’s right,” He said. “That’s why they are created. A newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army. And no human army could stand against them.”

A growl from Sam.

“Now, the two most important things to remember are first, never let them get their arms around you - they will crush you instantly - and second...never go for the obvious kill.”

You smirked.

“They’ll be expecting that. And you. Will lose.”

Jasper turned to his side of the group. “Emmet.”

Now things were going to get interesting.

(Tbh just go watch the scene on YouTube for this, not much changes besides the Alice and Jasper stuff and there’s a bit extra at the end.)

“Don’t hold back.”

“Not in my nature,” Emmet replied, grinning.

You nudged Bella and she looked at you. You lifted your fingers and counted off three, two, one-

Emmett surged forward, plowing into Jasper's middle like a football player. Jasper, expecting this, planted his feet and dug them into the dirt as he was pushed backward.

Emmet threw him over his shoulder, sending Jasper spiraling into the air and landing messily on the forest floor, but never falling. He sprang up and sprinted right back into the fight.

Emmett swung, Jasper ducked and caught his arm, sending him onto the forest floor.

Jasper smirked. “Never lose focus.”

You hoped the pack couldn’t smell the desire radiating off of you.

Edward and Carlisle squared up to demonstrate next, Jasper looking on as a coach.

Carlisle gave a curt nod and the fight began. Carlisle slid, Edward jumped over. Boom, back up and running. They caught each other by the neck, forcing each of them to make steps backward. 

You glanced at Jasper, who was expressionless, silently observing. You heard Sam growl from nearby.

Edward went spiraling as Carlisle threw him over his shoulder. You felt Bella tense next to you.

Carlisle threw a punch, Edward ducked, Carlisle went for another and Edward caught him by the chest, sending him to the ground.

Edward straightened up cockily.

“And one more thing,” Jasper said.

Carlisle grabbed Edward by the leg, reversing their positions.

“Never turn your back on your enemy.”

Sam seemed slightly impressed, if his expression changing from a snarl to indifference was any sign.

Jasper beckoned Rosalie forward with two fingers. She sauntered up like she’d rather be doing anything else, which was probably true.

Punch. Punch. Jasper ducked each time, her jabs missing him. He caught her arm, she spiraled and landed gracefully in a bent position.

Poser, you thought with a grin.

Alice was next. And you never underestimate Alice.

Jasper was on the offense this time and Alice moved out of striking range every time like it was the easiest thing in the world, cartwheeling out of his reach.

Jasper advanced again, throwing punches that didn’t (and wouldn’t) connect. Then, Alice disappeared. Jasper, used to knowing people’s next moves, was confused.

You glanced up, just in time to see Alice drop from the tree behind Jasper and send him to the ground.

"Y/N. You’re up.” Jasper said as Alice walked back towards Bella.

You nodded, quickly taking off into the trees to shift. 

You came back in your wolf form. A brown wolf, similar to Jacob, but a little darker. Jasper almost lost himself admiring you, but it was hard to ignore when a giant wolf was running at you.

He caught your form, his hands almost making it around you before you rolled and pushed him with your back feet. Jasper grunted, falling onto his butt and watching as you summersaulted in the air and landed on all fours above him.

Jasper was slightly turned on, but only smirked at you sexily. You rolled your eyes and got off him, to which he responded by jumping on your back.

You felt his weight and immediately leapt up, sending him back to the ground.

He stood up as you rushed back into the trees to turn back.

“Sometimes you won’t be able to get the newborn off of you so easily,” Jasper said to the pack. “Like we said, they’re strong.”

“But that’s what you guys are there for right?” You said, clutching on to Jasper’s arm. You were dressed down now, in a simple tank top and leggings.

“Correct,” Jasper said softly, tilting his head and smiling.

He hardened as he turned back to the wolves. “We will do our best to keep each of you safe, just as you will do for us. And if in doubt. Go for the head.”

That about wrapped it up for the day, so the wolves left and the Cullens regrouped to go home.

Jasper and Bella were talking so you went to Edward, who was watching the interaction intensely.

“You know, she’s not gonna die if you take your eyes off of her for a second.” You said, nudging him.

He looked at you. “Thank you. For trying.”

You shrugged. “I needed to get my head out of my ass. Now it’s her turn.”

Edward frowned, but didn’t comment further.

You pricked up suddenly, feeling Jasper’s emotions changing from pride to guilt and sadness. You immediately knew what he was talking about, so you walked over, Alice not far away.

“I thought what Maria and I had was love,” He said. “But I was her puppet, she pulled the strings. I didn’t know there was another way...until I found Alice. Well, she seen me coming, of course.”

“Kept me waiting long enough,” Alice joked, walking up to him and leaning on his shoulder.

Jasper chuckled sadly, tears in his eyes. “My apologies, ma’am.”

You smiled softly.

“I don’t know what I’d’ve become without her. She brought me to Y/N. And she, well,” he looked over at you, his golden eyes meeting your (e/c) ones. “She taught me what real love was.”

Bella smiled.

Jasper walked over to you, taking your hand and kissing you as he’d wanted to all morning.

When you pulled away, he was serious. 

“You don’t think less of me for my past, do you? I know I’ve done some pretty awful things, but I don’t think I could-”

“Hey,” You interrupted, touching his face. Your warm hand calming him down. “I could never think less of you. I love you. And the past is in the past. You never have to be that person again. We’re good, okay?”

He smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, darlin’“

“That’s better.”

You met Jacob in the clearing where the fight would be. Edward, Bella, Jasper, and you coming from one side and a shirtless Jacob from the other.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “You own a shirt?”

“You’re not fighting?” Jacob asked, ignoring you and directing his words at Edward. “What, you pull a muscle or something?”

“He’s doing it for me, okay?” Bella defended.

“Whatever,” Jacob drawled back.

Now you rolled your eyes. Oh, the never-ending love triangle at it again.

“Just tell me the plan.”

“This field will give us an advantage in battle,” Jasper explained. “We need to lure them here with Bella’s scent. And it needs to end here.”

“Edward and I are going on a campsite,” Bella said. “Even if he carries me, they’ll still pick up on our scent.”

“Your stench, however, is revolting.” Edward snapped.

You frowned but didn’t comment.

“Dude, you really don’t want to start comparing stinks,” Jacob retorted.

“What he means is,” Bella interjected. “That your scent will mask mine if you carry me.”

Jacob gave a curt nod. “Done.”

“This is not a good idea,” Edward said.

“It’ll work,” Jasper replied. “They won’t want to get anywhere near his...odor.”

“Rude,” You said, jokingly.

“Your odor, however, is delightful.” He said to you.

“Aw, thanks.”

“Okay, stop,” Jacob said, pulling a face. “Let’s try it.”

Bella walked over and Jacob picked her up.

“Ode of wolf, coming up,” He said.

Edward grimaced. 

“Run.”

Doing as he was told (for once), Jacob took off into the woods.

After a few minutes, Jasper took off into the woods, too. Tracking for any signs of Bella’s scent.

“Soooo,” You started. Being left alone with Edward was not your version of fun, but your nose wouldn’t be of any service. Different species senses and all that.

“Don’t start,” Edward replied.

“Wasn’t gonna,” You said with a shrug. “But you really should calm down. Your worry is almost as potent as Jake’s odor.”

“Could you step back? Your odor is really starting to bother me, makes my eyes water.”

“Oh, is that how it’s gonna be?” You asked with a challenging grin.

Edward cracked a smile.

“Alright, mind-reader, you don’t wanna smell all the scents I can conjure up.”

“All I picked up was wolf stench,” Jasper said, coming back out of the woods. “No Bella.”

“Good work, Major Whitlock,” You teased, he bumped you with his hip.

Edward still seemed uneasy, despite your lighthearted conversation.

“This will work,” Jasper reassured.

“Great.” Edward replied, shortly.

Great indeed.

When the day finally came, you were nervous.

Not that you doubted the Cullen’s or the pack’s abilities to win the fight. It was just that things always seemed to go wrong even with the best laid plans. You had this terrible pit in your stomach.

You almost forgot about it, waking up in Jasper’s arms was business as usual and he did nothing to make it seem like he was nervous.

“Good morning,” Jasper whispered.

“Morning,” You replied, groggily.

Jasper didn’t sleep, of course, but he didn’t mind holding you while you did. He even closed his eyes, just to relax and focus and think. Sometimes you wondered if that was the closest thing to sleeping he got.

You stretched out of his grip and sat up, remembering what day it was. “When are they coming?”

“Soon.”

“Right. Soon.” You stood up and headed for the bathroom to prepare yourself for the fight. That was when the worry started to creep in.

Jasper noticed, of course he did.

“Hey,” he said when you walked back out of the bathroom. “This’ll work.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “I know, I know. I always worry about this stuff.”

“Would you like me to...?”

You shook your head. “No, not yet. I’ve gotta work through this or it might come back with a vengeance later when you’re preoccupied. And we don’t need that.”

He nodded in understanding.

You chuckled as he walked up to you, playing with your fingers. “You can tell we’re opposing monsters, the way we dress.”

Jasper, forever cold, was dressed in dark jeans, a dark t-shirt, and a button up underneath a heavier jacket. You, forever warm, were dressed in a pair of yoga shorts and a loose t-shirt.

He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closing. You closed your eyes in return, taking the moment to breath him in and accept the moment of peace before the battle.

He kissed you softly.

“Have you got everything?” He asked.

You threw your bag over your shoulder. “Yeah, I think so. Just my spare clothes.”

“Good. It’s time to go.”

When you got to the clearing, you could smell Bella’s blood everywhere. On the trees, in the grass, on the rocks. Oh yeah, this would work.

“The storm really hit here,” You said.

“Well, hopefully we can use that to our advantage,” Jasper replied before turning to you. “Are you ready for this?”

“Well, I don’t take pleasure in killing innocents, but I’ll do it to protect my family.” You replied.

“We appreciate everything you’ve done for us, Y/N,” Carlisle said.

You smiled softly. “Thanks. I have to go.”

“Be safe,” Jasper replied, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you on the battlefield.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” You said, mock saluting before running off into the trees to find the pack.

“She’ll be fine, Jasper,” Alice said.

He nodded. “I know she will be.”

When you reached the pack you noticed a significant absence of your brother. “Where’s Jake?”

“On his way.” Sam replied, bluntly.

“Yeah, he wanted to help protect precious Bella overnight,” Embry joked.

You nodded. “Course he did.”

“It’s time,” Sam said.

All of you shifted in unison, hearing the sounds of the newborns ripping through the trees.

The entire newborn army blitzed out of the woods and into the field. There’s a frenzy in their eyes. Their thirst rabid at the scent of Bella’s blood. But it ends there and they are met with the Cullens, ready and willing to defend.

The two sides meet in a flurry of shouts.

Jasper claims the first kill, knocking one of the newborn’s heads clean off his shoulders with a single punch.

The newborns have the numbers, but are inexperienced and sloppy. They swing and miss and the Cullen’s gain the upper hand almost easily, but they can’t account for them all.

That is when the wolves come in.

Sam’s large, black wolf jumps over the threshold first, taking the first wolf kill for himself. He is followed closely by you and the rest of the pack.

It’s unexpected, and the newborns are brought down easily by the shifters.

You’ve blacked out at this point, allowing the wolf to take over your actions so you won’t be burdened with the guilt and memory of killing these people. These kids.

It’s too easy to rip into them. Their skin cracking like glass and ripping like paper.

Jacob rips through the trees and attacks immediately. You wish he could hear your thoughts so you could tell him he was an idiot and to be careful.

In your distracted state, one of the newborns managed to get you to the ground. You flailed and rolled, trying to get him off of you.

Jasper ran through three newborns to get to you, a fury in his eyes. He wouldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not ever.

He rips through the newborn’s head like it’s made of water.

You make eye contact with him, a silent thanks, and the battle continues.

It almost isn’t fair how easily your side takes them down. No training, no preparation. Almost like they were...a distraction.

You looked around, trying to spot Victoria’s red hair in the crowd or the trees. She was gone. She was going for Edward and Bella.

You howled, hoping they or Seth would hear you and be prepared.

Then, it was like a door opened up in your mind. Seth’s thoughts came streaming in like someone was adjusting the tuneage on a radio, distorted at first then became clearer and clearer.

Thanks, Y/N. It’s over.

You sighed, thankful.

“Y/N,”

You startled, looking over to see Jasper approaching you. You shifted back.

“It’s over,” You said. “Victoria’s dead.”

“It’s not over,” Jasper replied, looking over his shoulder at Alice, standing before the burning pile.

She had that dead look in her eyes that she got whenever she got a vision.

“Alice, what is it?” You asked, pulling Jasper’s coat over your body.

“The Volturi,” She said. “They’re coming.”

You and Jasper exchanged a look.

“How long?”

Bella and Edward appeared from the trees, finally approaching the group.

“Fifteen minutes. Maybe ten?”

“The pack needs to leave. The Volturi won’t honor our truce with the werewolves.” Carlisle said.

“I’m not going anywhere,” You growled.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Carlisle clarified. “But you need to tell the pack to leave.”

You nodded, turning towards where Leah stood, watching over. Jake came out of the trees to join her and see what was happening.

A stray newborn emerged as well. 

That pit in your stomach grew bigger, you opened your mouth to shout, only to be cut off by Leah growling and heading straight for the newborn.

“Leah don’t!” You and Edward shouted together.

The newborn got his arms around her and you panicked, ripping off Jasper’s coat and shifting as Jacob ran over to help her.

He caught him by the neck, ripping him off of Leah’s back.

The two wrestled and you checked on Leah, she was fine and you ran for Jacob.

But it was too late. You heard the cracking of his bones just as you managed to get there, snatching the newborn off Jacob’s back.

Sam and Paul joined you in ripping him apart.

This one you took pleasure in.

Jacob shifted back, his body responding to the pain.

“Jacob!” Bella cried, running over to him.

Edward and Carlisle beat her there, tending to him to find out what was wrong.

“The bones on the right half of his body are shattered,” Carlisle explained.

You and the pack came running out from the trees, all now at least partially dressed.

“Jacob, you idiot, I had it!”

“Leah,” Sam scolded, joining you and the others knelt at Jacob’s side.

“I need to set the bones before his accelerated healing sets in,” Carlisle said. “It’s already starting.”

“We need to get him out of here,” Edward said. “We’re not gonna win a fight with the Volturi.”

“We’ll take him back to Billy’s,” Sam said.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Carlisle replied.

“Hang in there, Jake,” Bella said.

“You’ll be okay, Jacob,” You said, squeezing the half of his body that’s not shattered. 

You watched anxiously as the pack carried Jacob away, that pit in your stomach the biggest its ever been.

A wave of calm settled itself over you and you knew it was Jasper when he touched your shoulder. “He’ll be alright,”

You nodded, “I know.”

You didn’t.

“They’re coming!” Alice shouted.

Jasper’s wave of calm wasn’t helping. Your worry and sadness shifted into anger at Alice’s words. You shifted.

The Volturi appeared out of the forest in the haze of fog that had settled after the storm. Their eyes the same startling red you remembered from meeting them the first time.

Jasper stood in front of your wolf form, clinging to you, ready to fight if needed.

Edward did the same to Bella.

The Cullens were eerily quiet.

Their hoods came down and you resisted the urge to growl. The Volturi had sent their lackies, the youngest (or rather the youngest looking) of their cult to approach you.

“Impressive,” Jane said. “I’ve never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact.”

“We were lucky,” Carlisle replied, diplomatically.

“I doubt that,” Jane replied, red eyes flickering over to you.

You glared, resisting the urge to growl.

“It appears we missed an entertaining fight,” Alec said.

“Yes,” Jane’s voice is slippery and she speaks with a snake-like demeanor. “It’s not often we are rendered unnecessary.”

“If you would’ve arrived a half hour ago you would’ve fulfilled your purpose,” Edward said.

Jane’s eyes are locked on him. “Pity...you missed one.”

Bree, the young newborn that had been hiding behind the group, moves, startled and nervous.

This time, you do growl.

Jasper waves a hand to subdue you and walks over to her side.

“We offered her asylum in exchange for her surrender,” Carlisle explained.

“That wasn’t yours to offer,” Jane said, a sick smirk on her lips. “Why did you come?”

The question is directed at the girl, who’s standing terrified next to Jasper.

Then, she screams, body reacting to the overwhelming pain Jane’s stare inflicts. 

You flinch. You remember the pain.

“Who created you?”

She screamed again, rolling on the ground in agony.

“You don’t need to do that, she’ll tell you anything you want to know,” Esme said.

“I know.” Jane replied.

It makes you sick to your stomach, knowing that she takes pleasure in inflicting that much pain.

“I-I don’t know,” Bree chokes out. “Riley wouldn’t tell us...he said our thoughts weren’t safe.”

“Her name is Victoria,” Edward said. “Perhaps you knew her.”

Jane’s eyes change emotions. Perhaps they did know.

“Edward,” Carlisle interrupted. “If the Volturi had knowledge of Victoria, they would’ve stopped her.”

They all know his words carry no truth.

“Isn’t that right, Jane?”

Jasper’s gaze tightens on Jane. She’s looking back with nothing to reveal.

“Of course.” There’s a pause and then, “Felix.”

He moves forward-

“She didn’t know what she was doing,” Esme said.

Jane’s arm flies out to stop Felix.

“We’ll take responsibility for her.”

Esme’s heart was too kind. The heart of a mother knowing too much tragedy.

“Give her a chance.” And Carlisle was known for his second chances. His desperate need to protect the innocent.

“The Volturi don’t give second chances. Keep that in mind.” Jane said. “Caius will be interested to know that she’s still human. And that you still keep the...dog around.”

You growled again.

“The date is set,” Bella said. The wedding.

“Take care of that, Felix.” Jane said, removing her arm and allowing him forward. “I’d like to go home.”

There’s nothing any of you can do to stop him as Felix walks between Carlisle and Esme, both mourning the girl already.

The Cullens watch in horror, but you can only focus on Jane’s sadistic smile, as Felix takes care of the problem.

And then it’s over.

The Volturi leave with threats made and notes taken. The rest of you are left with new demons to hide away; an ever growing collection. And you and Bella are racing to Billy’s for Jacob.

You join her in her truck, too overwhelmed with emotions to run. You needed another person to be there with you.

He’s screaming when you arrive.

“Dad,” You said, running to Billy’s side. “Is he-”

His screams persisted and you tear up. Bella stands frozen.

“That’s been going on for a while,” Quil explained.

“Docs are breaking his bones,”

“Why did he have to but in I could’ve taken that-”

“Give it a rest, Leah,” Paul snapped.

The door opened and Carlisle and Sam stepped out, looking somber.

“The worst is over. He’ll be alright,” Carlisle said. “I gave him some morphine but his body temperature will burn it off soon. I’ll come back to set up a drip.”

You sighed thankfully, standing up to hug Carlisle, which he accepted.

“Thank you,” Billy said.

The two of them shake hands, an unsaid understanding crossing between them. Somehow, that makes you feel better.

Bella, it seems, didn’t feel the same.

“He’s asking for you,” Carlisle said, nodding to her.

She seemed hesitant at first, all the eyes watching her, but went in anyway.

“God, dad, I tried, but I couldn’t get there fast enough-”

“Hey,” Billy interrupts, patting your hand. “Don’t do that. He’s alright.”

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes again. “I knew he would be.”

You felt a cold hand on your back and turned to see Jasper.

“Is he alright?”

“Yeah, thanks Jas,” you said, standing up and hugging him tightly.

He returned the hug and rubbed your back comfortingly.

Him and Billy exchanged a look.

The two had never been particularly chummy, but they had an mutual respect, for you, if nothing else.

This time, though, Billy reached up and patted Jasper’s back. “Thanks for being here, son,”

Jasper nodded. “Of course.”

The rest of the pack shifted uncomfortably. A man who not long ago had been barking orders like a drill sergeant was now comforting one of their own.

You didn’t care. You just wanted to be in his arms.

When Bella came back out, she seemed conflicted.

“He’s sleeping,” she said to no one in particular.

You nodded to her.

Y/N.

You pricked up. You knew that voice. It was Jake’s.

Don’t beat yourself up over this. I know you will. It’s not your fault. And I know you can hear this so don’t be a stranger.

Asshole. You thought.

Bitch. He replied.

“Hey, you okay?” Jasper asked, noticing that your emotions had shifted.

You smiled, blinking back tears. “I’m wonderful.”

#jasper hale x you #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale imagine #Jasper hale x werewolf!reader #jasper whitlock x reader #jasper whitlock imagines #twilight imagine

[roarsthunder]

hello all~ i'm kaio and i'm another roleplayer on the hunt for partners for some 1x1s or similar threads on discord! some stuff about me: i'm 21+, in the est timezone, go by she/they pronouns and my triggers are disordered eating and self harm! i'm fine with any ship dynamic, be it f/m, f/f, m/m etc. love is love and chemistry is chemistry! one thing i'm not comfortable with though are huge age gaps, so i likely won't go beyond a 5 year difference for romantic pairings (depending on the muse ages). some general plots or verse types i really enjoy are: light mysticism or studio ghibli inspired plots (howl's moving castle and kiki's delivery service are massive favorites), werewolf pack/vampire coven plots, apocalyptic or fallout inspired plots, mafia power couple plots and road trips or traveling/vacation plots! below the cut are some of my favorite fcs to play as well as some more detailed plots i'd love to do! and if you think i'd be a good rp partner for you, just interact with this post, message me or add me on discord at kaiocherry!

favorite fcs: minnie, jihyo, eunha, bibi, ningning, jennie, tsuki, yeji, sohee, aisha, chaewon, lily, irene, sehun, hyunjin, wooyoung, shotaro, heeseung, song kang, taehyung, eric, zhang hao, woozi and yeonjun (there are honestly more, so if you're curious about a particular face, just ask)

plot one: muse a, a resourceful petty thief, has just been released after a four year prison sentence for the murder of their partner, which they did not commit. just before they were killed, muse a's partner revealed to them the location of a safety deposit box, containing evidence of corruption carried out by a wealthy businessman whose goons then committed the real murder before framing muse a. muse b unknowingly works for the corrupt businessman and is engaged to his heir with a wedding rapidly approaching. now, they are tasked with ensuring that muse a leaves town now that they're out of prison. muse a begs muse b to help clear their name of murder accusations and get to the safety deposit box, something muse b reluctantly agrees to even though they are in the midst of a wedding rush among other errands set upon them by their underhanded boss. muse a and muse b begin falling for each other, complicating things even further, while neither of them yet realize their ties to the same man. (inspired by the 1987 film 'who's that girl'. i can explain this better if need be! i tried to condense it as much as possible.)

plot two: muse a and muse b have been together for four long years, and just as they thought things were progressing to the next level, a huge fight ends their relationship. the only problem is that they're both on pretty tight budgets, so neither of them can afford to move out of the apartment they share together right now. an awkward bridge forms between them as the forced time together makes them start reminiscing about the good times and whether they really want to throw it all away.

#krp #discord 1x1s #1x1 roleplay #1x1 discord #smut 1x1 #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #oc krp #oc roleplay

[louisrarepairfest]

LOUIS RARE PAIR FEST 2024

— Prompts —

[Submit a prompt you'd like to read or write here!]

🫐 The prompt can specify a particular pairing or can use Louis/Character B as the pairing.

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⬇️ Possible prompts below ⬇️

(A) Louis/Character B are uni roommates

(B) Louis/Greg James - Louis takes Clifford to a secluded park and lets him run free for a few hours. A few weeks into going to a park, a friendly dog (Barney) Louis assumes is a stray comes over by him with a stick in his mouth and Louis plays fetch. This becomes a Thing every time. Louis notices Clifford has been gaining weight and can’t figure out why. One day, Clifford doesn’t come back like he usually does. Louis goes looking for him with (Barney) trailing on his heels. He’s just about to give up when (Barney) sprints away and Louis can’t stand the thought of losing two dogs in one day so he runs after him. Cut to…Louis finding a very tall, very handsome man, very excitedly welcoming Barney back with Clifford barely looking up from the almost gone bucket of dog food said very (very) handsome man clearly brought to the park. Confusion ensues since each thinks the other’s dog was a stray. Wild accusations from Louis about Greg making Clifford fat, jokes from Greg about how Barney has taken up finding perfect sticks and running away with his best one. They fall in love and become one big happy family.

( C ) Louis/Character B are musicians vying for the role of band leader at their former high school. They went there at the same time and were rivals then too, though for a totally different reason: they both had secret crushes on one another. When I've of them learns this, it changes everything.

(D) Girl direction! Louis/Character B are star athletes on the college (you choose the) sport team. They're both on the butch side, and it takes them a while to figure out that they're into one another and don't need to femme it up to get the other to like them.

(E) Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong Alpha loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets character B, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard)

(F) Famous Louis returns to his home town for his sister's wedding. When he sees his non-famous ex-boyfriend at the first wedding event of the weekend, sparks fly. Cue a whirlwind romance and a lot of big decisions about what they're both willing to do for love.

(G) Louis is a werewolf who's gotten good at hiding his nature in order to make a quiet life for himself in a small town. Character B is the vampire whose arrival coincides with a couple of murders that threaten his peaceful existence. When it becomes clear that B isn't behind the murders, he and Louis team up to find the real culprit (and maybe accidently fall in love along the way).

(H) Louis/Liam - Bros who get married for insurance purposes and then decide divorce isn’t worth the hassle.

(i) Louis/Charlie Lightening…no plot but sex on the ping pong table. Obviously. 

(J) Louis and his bandmates/opening band let off some steam by having a circle jerk. It might turn into more for some of them.

(K)

(L) M/M Louis and Taylor Swift are rival quarterbacks for their town's 2 high school teams. Nobody knows that they've been secretly dating since sharing a NYE kiss. 

(M) Louis/Liam - everyone thinks Louis and Harry are together but it’s actually Louis and Liam

(N) Lilo hot water maintenance au based on this tumblr post

(O) Lilo Robin Hood AU

(P) Lilo Howl’s Moving Castle au

(Q) Louis and either Charlie or Nick from Heartstopper (the Netflixshow), friendship fic. Would love Louis either helping Nick through his sexuality crisis or Louis being there for Charlie through the events of the first season

(R) Omegaverse: Louis is about to turn 25 without having presented. As he debates undergoing the risky process to force a presentation, he meets Character B who helps him realize he doesn't necessarily have to "present" to be the alpha he know he is. (Omegaverse but make it trans and powerful!!)

(S)

(T) Louis plays on the uni football team and Liam is on the athletics team. they pass each other to and from training all the time. cue attraction. they are or become friends and are secretly pining for a while before they eventually start dating

(U) Edwardian era Lilo au where they’re both working class. maybe one is a servant and one is a shop assistant, or both servants.

(V) Louis and David Dawson bond over their time with Harry

(W) Louis/Oscar Isaac- edwardian AU where Oscar is a poet and Louis is his muse

(X) Louis/Pedro Pascal AU where Louis is exploring in the arctic and needs a guide

(Y) Louis/Pedro Pascal Gladiator AU

(Z) Michael B. Jordan as a boxer and nurse Louis

(AA) Louis/Sebastian Stan arranged marriage royalty AU. Louis is betrothed to King Sebastian Stan, a widower with two kids who aren't to keen of the King's fiancé.

(BB) Louis/Sam Claflin - something based on the interview where Sam says Louis follows him on Twitter and that they've had a conversation but he doesn't want to get into it.

(CC) 27 dresses take off where Niall is always the best man, never the husband, and Louis is the snarky reporter.

(DD) Zouiam, uni AU - Zayn meets Liam at the library and falls halfway in love during a single conversation. It’s a fairy tale, only back home is Louis - his FWB, the most important person in Zayn’s life, and someone who doesn’t take well to losing out on attention. Louis' a bit put out when he meets Liam at football practice and this annoying, bossy, fit as all hell guy slides right in under all his defences. It could be the start of a beautiful term of fighting and fucking, only back home is Zayn. Zayn not only needs Louis - he’d become a full-time hermit otherwise - but it’s damn convenient having sex on tap right there in his own flat. And, oh yeah, Zayn’s like, his reflection or his shadow or his other half or something. Liam’s quite confused by having two drop dead gorgeous guys alternately sending him go signals, then just as quickly, stop. He figures if either of them settle on go, he’ll be batting a thousand. Then he realises they know each other. Biblically.

(EE) Louis is an actor in a murder mystery troupe. Character B (maybe Nick Grimshaw...?) is the audience member who’s clearly too cool for all this but giving joining in his best shot anyway. Louis is distracted by him all night, and then after the denouement they meet in the bar.

(FF) Louis/Greg James - Louis won’t stop whanging on about not getting to do the breakfast show with his new album, and character X (maybe Niall, or Oli?) eventually realises it's less career-related jealousy and more about who sits behind the mic. He hatches a matchmaking plan.

(GG)

(HH) Character B joins local amateur dramatics society and suddenly Louis is no longer a shoo-in for every lead role. Cue the drama!

(ii) AU. Preschool teacher Louis / Boxer Sebastian Stan

(JJ) Yellowjackets AU! Girl direction, any pairing from the show, cutting from 1996 to present.

(KK) Louis/Cillian Murphy - 1970s criminal au (preferably with Louis as the criminal), based on this photo: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FvyDkCnWAAk1UwS?format=jpg&name=4096x4096

(LL) Louis/Isaac: Louis and his band Rogue Direction are doing their first tour in their beat-up van at questionable bars across the country. One night, Isaac is hurled into his life, fleeing from an abusive boyfriend in parking lot of the band’s gig. Louis can’t help but feel..protective of the scrappy tagalong who’ll do anything to earn his keep.

(MM) Louis/Isaac: Louis fucks Isaac’s gauged ears.

(NN) Omega Louis / Male Alpha / Female Alpha polyamorous relationship

(OO) Louis/Patrick Dempsey. AU Patrick is Louis’ dad’s best friend. Possible tags: age difference, secret relationship, feminine Louis, hung Patrick

(PP) Louis Tomlinson/Alex Turner AU. Is basically based in the Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino where Louis and Alex are imprisoned together; so they must find a way to escape. But while they try to escape they begin to fall in love with each other however it will be difficult for both of them to escape.

#prompts #lrpf24 #modpost

[coralinnii]

Jack Howl (werewolf!Jack x childhood friend!Reader)

genre: horror, violence, open ending

summary: You and Jack were so close as kids but he kept refusing to have a sleepover with you when you reached high school. Then one day, you found out the reason on your way back one night. 

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Was it your fault? Was it his? You couldn’t figure out the sudden change and to this day, you were still left in the dark. 

Your best friend (or perhaps former) Jack was always there for you and you for him since you two were kids. You two were just a couple of blocks away from each other and nothing was going to come between you…or that was what you thought then. 

When the two of you started high school together (because of course you two would choose the same school), you planned on surviving high school together through the mountains of homework and terrible teachers. But, you noticed that Jack was starting to avoid you. He cancelled the promises to walk home together since he joined the track club, to the point that you just leave without him having to tell you he can’t anymore. He would run opposite way when he notices you down the hall. The last straw was that he forbade you from dropping by to his place, even during the weekends. 

“Why are you like this?!” You screamed at him through the phone, because he wouldn’t let you see him during school anymore. Tears lined your eyes as you hoped for a solution “What did I do, Jack? What can I do to fix it?” 

But, all you heard was the static silence from the speaker and it finally broke you. You hung up and cried to yourself as you ripped and tossed out any form of memorabilia that you held onto because of your ex-best friend. 

However, the universe was not kind to you as Jack’s track team assistant coach called out to you in school long after school hours. You had club duties which got you staying later than expected. 

“You lived in the same area as Howl, right? He left his jacket here and he’ll need it for the tournament tomorrow. Do you mind handing it to him?”  

“Ah but, sir…” you wanted to decline but the coach seemed to be in distress. 

“I beg ya, they won’t let him in without the school’s uniform, and I won’t see him until later in the tournament” 

Now you were reluctantly dragging your feet towards the familiar path to the Howl residence. You were not looking forward to seeing Jack after that dreadful phone call but you knew he was really invested in his team and not being able to join the tournament would hurt him, which despite your feelings would hurt you too. 

You walked through the neighbourhood that you knew all your life. You knew every nook and cranny of the roads so you were sure you wouldn’t be so jittery. But tonight, something is off. You felt…watched.

“You’re not Howl” 

A rough voice from behind scared you as you jumped away and see a large man who seemed less human than should be possible. Despite the low visibility of the night, you saw his eyes glow in an inhuman manner, like those of an animal. He was staring at you with a look akin to a predatory beast stalking its prey in the dead of night. 

“You smell like him. You part of his pack or somethin’?” 

You didn’t speak. Every nerve in your body told you not to engage, to flee before you could get a hold of you. You clutched Jack’s jacket tightly as you watched the strange man stalk towards you.

By a stroke of luck, the sound of a trash can falling over distracted him which gave you the chance to turn and run as fast as your adrenaline allowed you. You felt the muscles in your heels and legs sting in pain with each hard step you took but you kept going, praying someone can help you.

Sadly, it was a moot effort as you felt your body forced sharply to the ground, a large hand harshly pushing your head down onto the pavement. The sharp edges of gravel pierced the skin of your face and in your pained daze, you heard a taunting sneer close to your ear as your attacker spoke to you. 

“Pathetic. But, at least you can send a message to that bastard” 

You felt searing pain as what you felt were sharp nails digging into your shoulders before it disappeared. Then, you felt hopelessly weightless as the hand that clutched your head lifted bringing your head with it and you had a terrifying thought.

He’s gonna smash your head in. 

You shut down your eyes, tears running down your cheeks as you braced for what seemed like your end. 

“Get off!!”

The weight on your body was quickly lifted as though someone tackled your assailant off you. Your body crashed onto the floor again but less fatal than what was going to happen. With your eyes still shut down, you only heard animal-like wails and bodies clashing violently against each other. Then, the voices faded and all you heard was loud panting of someone, you weren’t sure who. 

Despite your fears, you carefully opened your eyes and saw something that changed your life forever. 

You saw Jack, the gruff but kind teenage boy you grew up with, holding the large man by his collar as though he weighed nothing. He was covered in blood and you weren’t sure if it was all his. 

Jack turned to look at you and even though you recognized the way he furrowed his eyebrows and the worried frown on his face, you realized in horror that he had the same feral glow in his eyes.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jack howl #jack x reader #twisted halloween series

[fanficonly]

Wenclair- In Denial

Chapter 1

Thought I would post to Tumblr as well let me know what you think😋 Link to my Ao3 account for this chapter is also on my page.

Wenclair and a little Yokovina as well!

Summary: Both Wednesday and Enid are in denial about their feelings for one another and it becomes increasingly hard for them to hide their affections around others when they do often let their feelings show in private, through affirmations and sly remarks.

Again... Bad at summaries just enjoy 😋

She was beautiful. Mesmerising. Absolutely charming. Incredibly disarming and all together Perfect. But that didn't mean she wanted to couple up with her. She just enjoyed being around her is all.

Enid Sinclair. The bane and reason for Wednesday's continued existence on this wretched planet. She would never have guessed that such a positive, happy, upbeat person could make her feel so ... Content. But she loved being around Enid. Going on adventures with Enid. Eating with Enid. Talking to Enid. Sitting in silence with Enid. Everything and Anything as long as it was with Enid.

But she was never allowed to be the one to initiate such communications. Another reason she seemed to like being around her was that she never had to show interest yet Enid would drag her along to whatever activity sparked her interest that day. And of course Wednesday had no choice but to follow. Enid needed her... For ... Protection. She was so innocent and full of life and the Addams girl knew how cruel and dark the world could be. She vowed to always shield the blonde from all things painful and or traumatising, ever since the first spark of feelings hit Wednesday the day Enid had embraced her.

So when Enid burst into their shared dorm in a hyperactive happiness spree jumping on Wednesdays bed to wake her up, she didn't immediately attempt to murder her but instead indulged the Blonde.

"Wednesdayyyyy wake uuuuuup" she howled, bouncing up and down on the bed like she was on a pogo stick.

This prompted the Addams girl to shoot up and turn towards the feral half wolf that was on the verge of howling and scratching at the sheets beneath.

"Do you have no sense of personal space Piccola Lupa?" she somewhat groggily woke up, rubbing her temples to soothe the impending headache that threatened her pain receptors. Enid had become accustomed to Wednesday's continued nicknames for her but she never really understood what they meant. Among the lot of Italian, French and Spanish affirmations she never even looked them up. At first she had just assumed the Addams girl was hurling insults her way considering she would usually do it in the privacy of their dorm after Enid had been mildly(or moderately) irritating.

The one time she had absentmindedly asked Yoko what "Cucciola" meant she was startled by Wednesday popping up behind her, dangerously close, whispering "Puppy" in her ear. This prompted Enid never to ask again. It confused her too much, made her feel things that she knew were perilous and would make for a treacherous journey ahead in thier "Friendship". So she chose to just enjoy the little terms of endearment without reading too much into it.

"Nope" she popped the 'P' and grinned widely at Wednesday, flashing her fangs and causing the girl to admittedly forgive her without a second thought.

"What is it, Enid?" She asked now fully conscious and more aware of how she presented herself to her werewolf roommate.

"It's the annual Nevermore Fair! And I signed us up for set up crew" she beamed as if she had just told Wednesday she won the lottery.

"What on Earth would prompt you to do that?" She furrowed her brow in confusion, bewildered as to why Enid was so excited about a foolish school fair.

"Wens you know I love getting involved in school activities" she jumped off of Wednesday's legs and knelt beside her on the bed.

"Yes but why would you involve me?" She asked "You know I would rather cover myself in birdseed and hang myself from the nearest tree to allow the crows to peck out my eyeballs, than participate in school activities" she vividly explained, prompting a grunt from Enid while her face twisted into one of disgust. This only caused Wednesday to smirk at the girl's reaction.

"Graphic depictions of your death aside..." She shook the thought from her brain and continued "You have to do it Wednesday" she reasoned weakly.

"I think you're mistaken I don't have to do anything" she said as a matter of factly. This girl would be the death of Wednesday she was sure of it. As even the early wake up call, the invading of her personal space and the admission of forcing her into a mind numbing social event that she had already planned to avoid, she still wasn't mad at her. She even considered it for a split second and had to force the compulsion away with a weak grunt.

"Wednesdaaaaaay you do! We do everything together" her smile faltered a little bit she was still not disparaged.

"Not everything" Wednesday spoke rather defensively as if spending time with Enid willingly was forbidden.

"Well... enough things" Enid shrugged.

"Irrelevant" Wednesday spoke plainly but this didn't seem to deter the wolf in any way. In fact it only challenged her to try even harder for her attention, a toxic trait she knew she had but always found a way to justify it.

"Come ooooon" she whined grabbing Wednesday and shaking her a little much to the pigtailed girl's dismay. She just drifted, a deadeye stare past Enid's face trying to contemplate why she was allowing the blonde to touch her.

When Wednesday disassociated, Enid moved her own face into the girls eyeline and begged "Pleeeeaaaaase" she used her best puppy dog stare, her eyes practically glistening as she looked into Wednesday's wide eyes.

Wednesday sighed and Enid was sure she had succeeded until she watched her eyes flick away from Enid's as she said "No." Bluntly

"For me?" She blinked rapidly and dramatically moving her face to once again be in view of Wednesday.

"Enid you can't just say For me everytime and expect me to agree to your terms" she scolded the wolf with no empathy.

"Why not? It's worked up until now" she winked proudly and had to suppress the giggle that rose up in the back of her throat.

"That's alarming" Wednesday mumbled this to herself and was unable to stop the cluster of thoughts that swirled around in her brain, trying to explain her tolerance of her roommate.

Enid huffed out irritated but she had a plan B so it was ok "Listen you need to anyway for you're community service this would count for 6 hours at least annnnnd you will have me to keep you company" she raised her eyebrows hopeful for an agreeable response.

"Hmm ...I suppose" Wednesday gritted her teeth as she begrudgingly agreed.

"Yay! Let's go" she jumped off the bed resuming her hyperactive happy state she previously adhered too.

"Am I atleast permitted to change first?" She asked, a slight hint of sarcasm evident in her tone.

"Oh right of course!" She chuckled "See you down there!" She yelled as she ran out the door, letting it slam shut behind her

"Urrrgh" Wednesday allowed herself to let out a groan as she fell back on the bed.

Enid Sinclair. She will be the death of Wednesday Addams.

...

"There's no way she's coming" Yoko laughed handing Enid a piece of rope to connect to the metal pole. She skipped towards it looking over her shoulder and saying

"Don't be so negative" making a fake angry face at her vampire bestie.

"I thought you'd like it seeing as your type is negative, blood and people" Yoko winked "Paired with dark humoured goth girls with serious issues I thought you'd appreciate it" she teased as Enid returned to her side.

"Is not!" She defended but her voice came out rather squeaky as she lied through her fangs.

"Yeah sorry I gotta side with Yoko on this one" Divina chimed in after overhearing the conversation as she approached the two. She draped her arm over Yoko's shoulder placing a kiss on her cheek in greeting them, holding her fist out for Enid to fist bump while still attached to Yoko's side.

Enid being the overly affectionate person she is slapped her fist away "Get that away from me" she laughed then dived at Divina attacking her with a hug. She knew Divina enjoyed her hugs and only didn't go for one because she was obsessed with being close to Yoko.

"Oof!" The siren let out before smiling while shaking her head at the overly hyper werewolf girl.

"Okay please release my girlfriend from you're overly affectionate ass" Yoko jokingly demanded trying to pry Enid's arms off a currently suffocated Divina.

"Jealous?" Enid turned her head, not letting go out of pure spite and giggling lightly.

"No" she scoffed "buuuuut she might be" Yoko pointed behind Enid at the small shadowy figure that glided toward them.

"Wednesday you came!" She ran excitedly towards her as she usually did but stopped before she was unable to control the urge to hug her lovingly.

"Of course Pup" She smirked, giving her a small nod to recognise her roommates restraint in not man handling her.

Yoko practically choked in shock "What did you just call her?!" Her vampire ears pricked up at the nickname.

Wednesday's eyes widened. She had been so distracted by Enid's violently happy approach and sickeningly sweet smile that she hadn't even realised that the other 2 girls could hear her.

Divina slapped her girlfriend and gave her a little disapproving look. "Ow! What?" She gritted her teeth at her girlfriend. Wednesday chose this distraction to divert the conversation, she had had one to many slip ups lately when it came to Enid and she needed to be more cautious and aware of her uncontrollable impulses she had recently acquired.

"I'm here Enid" she emphasised her name slightly, scolding herself in her own head at her blatant lack of resistance. Yoko smirked at this as Wednesday continued "What do you require of me?" She flicked her eyes to Yoko in order to observe whether the vampire was going to push the issue before returning to Enid's gaze.

"A smile" Yoko snorted again, earning another disapproving look from Divina as she crossed her arms.

"In your nightmares" Wednesday deadpanned and then let out a little noise as Enid grabbed her wrist and led her to the rest of the fair to give her a job to do.

"You need to cool it" Divina laughed as she watched Enid drag Wednesday to her worst nightmare. The two hung back for a minute to give their friends some alone time.

"With what?" She shrugged and rolled her eyes at the brunette. Of course everyone at Nevermore were rooting for Wednesday and Enid to finally admit thier feelings for one another, especially the entire friendship group. And lately Wednesday was being just as obvious as Enid was in her own little way. This wasn't the first time she had been caught by outsiders calling Enid by an affectionate nickname or allowing her to make physical contact with her person.

"You know what" She booped Yoko on the nose faking a mad face.

"Babe they are so clueless sometimes" Yoko threw her head back to the sky in annoyance "Like come ooooon" she mumbled "Remember last week!" She practically yelled remembering back

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It was lunchtime and the usual lot were enjoying eachothers company, except Wednesday who just ignored the chaotic good around her.

Enid skipped towards the lunch table a bright smile on her face and once reaching her destination she leaned down and draped her arms over Wednesday's shoulder in a tame show of affection. She knew she shouldn't. Wednesday had talked to her about this ... Only ever in private but she was in such a good mood after her talk with Wednesday the night before that she didn't care.

"Hows my dark-spirited friend today?" She lightly teased. The word 'friend' causing a little comfort to wash over Wednesday. This was fine. This was normal. They were friends.

She took a small but deep breath in then looked up at Enid saying

"Very well Mon Chiot and You?" Very prepared to deal with the fallout of not scolding Enid for her casual show of affection.

"I'm great!" she bounced on her toes still giddy

"What the F-" Bianca accidentally spoke her thoughts aloud, mouth agape trying to make sense of what she had just witnessed, along with everyone else at the table.

Wednesday's ear pricked up at the low mumble from the siren and she smirked

"Problem?" She queried raising an eyebrow at the dumbfounded girl.

Bianca had to compose herself in order to deflect the stutter that reared its ugly head as she said "You-" she breathed rethinking her sentence ""She's touching you?" She questioned pointing at Enid and then scanning her eyes across to Divina, Yoko and Kent for support. They all kind of awkwardly tried not to get involved worried about what Wednesday would do. " And did you just call her a pet name?" She then looked towards Ajax, Xavier and Eugene instead but again they all followed suit and just nervously averted thier eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" Wednesday spoke plainly, ready to shoot down any attempt Bianca made at bringing attention to the earlier display.

"You're kidding you just-" she began but was rudely interrupted again by Wednesday.

"You must be hearing and seeing things Barclay" she spoke as if daring her to try again "How troubling" she feined concern.

"Yeah totally seeing things" Enid agreed before taking a life threatening risk by leaning down to plant small kiss on Wednesdays cheek casually before skipping off happily, leaving everyone at the table confused and unsure of how to handle the situation.

The Addams Girl was absolutely seething with rage for a spilt second as she felt everyone's eyes at the table on her awaiting her reaction. They were obviously expecting a somewhat graphic attempt a bodily harm or atleast some very violent words. Instead, the lingering feeling of Enid's soft lips drew out her loving and compassionate side because that feeling, THE feeling was incredible enough to block out her need to be perceived as threatening and unstable to those around her and she settled.

She was pulled from the abyss that was her thoughts of Enid when Bianca started to say "What?! She just-"

So rather than admit that what had happened was not a hallucination, she chose to further gaslight Bianca by saying "Honestly Bianca you should really see someone about that" only remaining at the table to insure none of her friends would have a chance to discuss what had just occured. Instead of making a swift dramatic exit she sat thee unbothered while the rest of the group exchanged suspicious looks

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"Yes I'm aware babe but we need to let them get there on their own" Divina chuckled pulling Yoko from her thoughts. The two girls had had plenty of conversations regarding Wednesday and Enid's complete obliviousness to each others pining. It always made them laugh how obvious it was that they loved one another and of course it made for an interesting bet between the queer ladies as well.

Yoko grinned mischievously, contemplating all the ways she could meddle in their affairs.She felt like it was the right time.

"On. Their. Own. Yoko." Divina chided knowing exactly what her devious girlfriend was thinking. Honestly she was almost as uncontrollable as Wednesday when it came to her impulses.

"Don't Yoko me" she grimaced at the use of her name rather than the reaffirming 'babe' she would usually receive.

"I will Yoko you if I wanna Yoko you" she placed her hand on her hip, pulling away from the vampire to tilt her head and challenge her.

The vampire just but her lip trying to tame the beast within "Fuck You" Yoko decided to say but couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her lips.

"Please do" Divina winked flirtatiously. She then granted the vampire a lingering kiss before moving towards their friends to help set up the fair.

Yoko just stared after her slightly stunned at the response before coming to her senses and trailing after her. "Hey Wait up!" She yelled still slightly drunk on Divina's touch.

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday #wenclair fanfic #wednesday x enid #yokovina #yoko tanaka #divina wednesday #wenclair in denial #yoko x divina #wenclair In denial chapter 1 #bianca barclay

[writingimaginaryapples]

Kind Werewolf Boyfriend's first day of Spooky Month with you.

(Sfw, Fluffy, my first post!!) Pairing: Kind Werewolf Bf x Human Reader

It's the first of October and you and your werewolf boyfriend have been settling into the spooky season. This is the first October you're spending together and you want to make it right. Your boyfriend has been making spooooky cookies while you decorate your front door with stickers. You hung up little stickers of bats, Pumpkins and Cobwebs just under the little sign with adjustable letters that read: "Beware the wolf!" You found it fitting since, of course, your boyfriend is a werewolf. You wear one of his jackets he 'leant' to you as the fall breeze quietly brushes through the Apartment Complex. You place the last sticker, smooshing the edges to make sure it stayed. Electronic candles and skulls from the seasonal store sprawl about your front entrance. You step back watch it with pride until you hear three knocks from the other side. You open it to see your Werewolf Boyfriend with about ten bags of six cookies each. He made sure to make enough by spending the night before preparing and cluttering the supplies. Don't worry, he'll clean it. "Hey, Sweetie," He says, admiring your masterful work. "I love it! Especially the, uh, "beware the wolf.'" "Thanks. Hey, maybe you could turn into a wolf and spook them." You reply with a mischievous giggle, "Ready to go?" "Yep," He says. He locks the door and then wraps his hand around your waist. You both go door to door handing out your cookies and checking in on the neighborhood. You ask some kids what their costumes are going to be, and one says that she's going to be a vampire! Your boyfriend laughed and said he was going to dress up as a werewolf. He proposed they'd fight! And of course, your boyfriend would let her win. You snicker and continue on. A mom shares her fear of hearing howls in the night despite wolves not being in the area. You and him try to quickly move to a different subject to avoid any snooping from her. After, you tell your boyfriend that maybe they should celebrate at his place next year where it's much less populated by the city's watchful eyes. Another elderly couple complimented how 'just perfect' you both are as a couple, your boyfriend became flustered from it. Of course, he'd love to be as old as them one day with you. Later, your boyfriend closes the door behind him and you admire his careful movements from the couch. You watch him walk over to the kitchen and rustles through the cabinets.“You want one Sweetie?”

“Of course!” You reply.

He walks over and then sits next to you. He leans over and kisses your cheek and then hands you your rightful cookie. His kiss is soft, kind, and never too rough. For a werewolf who has witnessed the ferocity of the forest, a kind soul remains in the gentle way he holds you. He takes a quiet moment to breathe.

“Thanks for spending today with me.” He says, then quietly bringing you into a cuddle. Your boyfriend rests his head onto your shoulder and takes a sigh like a tired wolf would.

“It means a lot to spend this season with you.” He says, turning on the tv to a horror movie that you love. “Ready to get scared?”

“Of course.” You say, yanking a blanket over the both of you. “Besides, I have a the Big Kind Wolf to protect me.”

“Yeah, you do.” Your Boyfriend chuckles as he snuggles into you.

So you both eat your cookies and spend the night wrapped in each other’s protective arms.

#monster boyfriend #monster bf #werewolf x human #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend

[rengokuswif3]

Clawdeen Wolf x F!Vampire! Reader

BRO BRO BRO SHE IS SO H A W T

Totally makes you really cute outfits and is constantly asking for your opinion on hers. Yes fashion is very subjective, but she wants to impress you and look good for you. So you reassure her that her style is your favorite, whatever she decides is her style

Will alter your clothes if they’re slightly too small or too big, hem your pants if you need, sew up holes, anything like that. And if she pricks her finger on her needles then you’ll lean down and lick the blood off her finger and GIRL IS BLUSHING

Will totally take you to those werewolf howls and while everyone else is looking for a partner, she’s got you as her arm candy there and if any of the dumb male wolves comes near you she’ll grow at them and hold you to her chest

DOUBLE DATES WITH CLAWD AND DRACUALAURA. Obviously, they share a type but double dates are fun cause you and Clawd are trying to hold your girlfriends’ shopping bags as they buy tons of matching couples outfits for the both of you

She’s a teeny tiny bit territorial, she doesn’t like it when others flirt with you or try to touch you more than you’d like, and she’ll be honest she likes it when you smell like her so she might offer you her perfume (and hey, you’re not gonna say no to whatever designer perfume she’s got tucked in her locker). But other monsters will recognize her scent and leave you be

Sits with you in all your classes you have together, and you two will hold hands under the desk and pass cute notes as the teacher drones on and on

You kinda love when she gets angry cause her Brooklyn accent gets more aggressive and you think she sounds super cute. Of course if she’s truly angry you’ll help her through it, but if she’s just annoyed you’ll just listen to her

HER DOING YOUR MAKEUP AND ITS THAT MEME OF THE GIRL SITTING ON TOP OF THE GIRL LAYING DOWN DOING HER EYESHADOW

#Clawdeen Wolf x Reader #Clawdeen Wolf #Monster High

[trans-lykanthropie]

Support Networks

In which Ada tries her hand at writing to work out some emotions

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It's a lovely opportunity for some social time with friends, even with the slight feeling of self-consciousness that comes with knowing it's for your benefit. Years of going through it alone wears you down, and in order to start healing you've got to rely on others to see you through it, and try to free yourself of the guilt of asking to be looked after for a night.

It's nice to see the little flat so busy, quite a few have turned up and are already chatting in little groups or hanging up coats and kicking off shoes. So much positive energy in a small space is contagious, and I can't help but feel my anxiety fading. The first time was a little quieter, and the nerves beforehand were almost worse than that before the actual full moon, but over time I've learned to look forward to it.

The early evening slips by, with dinner as a group and then some quick board games or finding space on the sofa for a chat. It'd be easy to lose track of time, were it not for that nebulous 'feeling' encroaching on me from the back of my mind, despite trying to keep busy and cheerful. It's impossible to describe: a mixture of unease, a muffled fear, and a frantic kind of desperation, and a bit like trying to hold yourself together emotionally whilst at work.

It doesn't happen like in films or books. There's no feral rage or snarling pain or thrashing around on the floor. It's much more like being disorientated and overwhelmed in a busy public place, when you just need to find an exit or a sheltered, quiet corner. Something in my gut always tells me to hide away when I get the feeling like I've got a golf ball in my throat, a kind of instinctive humiliation and shame about what's coming, despite being told repeatedly that that kind of thinking is ridiculous. I usually slip off to my room, trying to catch hold of short shallow breaths, steadying myself against the wall as the blood thunders in my ears. It's a kind of vertigo, you can't help but feel the tears welling up and running down your cheeks, a panicked numbness in your extremities like pins and needles, and a terrified nausea.

But that's why my friends are here, to help even when I feel like I don't deserve it or I'm too ashamed to ask for it. Someone finds me and tries to hold me steady, it's hard to see who exactly through blurred vision. There's that vertigo again, but the floor sliding away from under you isn't part of the panic, that's from the change in height. You can't cry per se, it's more of a gasping whining howl as sensations plug into your head so fast you can't cope with all of them sharpening and heightening at once. Sounds, smells, and instincts flash through your head like a match held to a line of gunpowder. There are jolts of anger, but the kind that comes when you really don't understand what's happening, more of a frenzied frustration than rage. That's the mental shift, the point where you're most erratic. After all you're like a cornered animal, just one caught in your own biological trap.

At some point I ended up gripping tightly onto whoever came to calm me down. They're now noticeably smaller, and caught in the vice-like grip of a seven and a half foot werewolf. I just hold on for dear life, dizzy and nauseous, breathing deeply, their reassuring talk reaching me as if coming simultaneously from across a wide ocean and from a loudspeaker pressed up against my ear. It's not followed by a loss of control to bestial impulses like you read about in gothic novels. It's a sudden surge of energy coupled with an increased impulsiveness, the urge to act on every half-formed idea that flitters through your head. You hold onto enough to know that the people there are your friends and are there to help you, but you won't remember why until the following dawn. Until then, you can rely on them to keep an eye on you.

After all.....you've been told you're great fun to be around like this.

#trans werewolf girl #sorry if it's bad or pretentious #this is about you lovely mutuals btw

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Oooh, I'm always excited to hear about Howling at the Hollow Moon! And I'm also intrigued by An Inconvenient Union <3

I talked a little bit about Howling at the Hollow Moon here, but here's another snippet:

"Alright?" Jaskier startles, grabbing onto the railing to steady himself. Turning, he demands, “Oh, so you want me to fall into the sea after all?” Geralt arches an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t fall into the sea from here. You’d break your neck on the deck.” “Why, thank you, that’s reassuring.” “I wouldn’t let you fall.” Geralt leans on the railing next to him. “Forgot you don’t have werewolf hearing.” “No, plain old human hearing for me,” Jaskier says. “Hm.” Geralt turns to look at him levelly. “Are you alright? You smell nervous.” Jaskier sighs. “We’re going to have to discuss this at some point. It’s not fair if you always know what I’m feeling. Can’t you occasionally pretend blissful ignorance?” “Not when you smell unhappy.” Jaskier looks down at the deck far below. “I’m not a werewolf. What if your pack wants nothing to do with me? What if they send me away?” “Why would they?” Geralt frowns. “Because I don’t belong. I joined your pack under false pretenses.” “You’re my husband. You belong.”

And An Inconvenient Union is the original m/m romantic fantasy that I've been working on since last year, where a prince goes missing right before he's supposed to get married as part of a peace treaty, so his half-brother has to assume his identity and take his place. Snippet under the cut!

“What are the candles for?” Adrien asked. Matthin startled, like he had forgotten Adrien was there. “They're for blessings. Married couples are supposed to come up together to light a candle for the newlyweds and wish them health and happiness.” “And the fact that no candles are lit? I take it that's meant to be a snub?” “Yes.” Matthin pushed a turnip around on his plate. Adrien snorted. If they were going to insult him, he would prefer they insult him in a way he understood. “Is it the fact that I'm a man or a Fae that they object to?” “Both, I imagine, though it's hard to say which one they object to more.” “Well, they have all night to decide.” Adrien took a long sip of wine. Matthin started to raise a forkful of turnip to his mouth, seemed to change his mind, and set his fork back down. “How have you found your time in Belleholm?” “Adequate.” “It’s a poor time of year for a visit. I’m sorry you couldn’t see it outside the rainy season.” Adrien couldn’t think of any time of year when he would want to visit Belleholm. “Does it ever stop raining?” “Not during the Gray Moon, I’m afraid. It will be beautiful here once the flowers start to bloom in a few weeks’ time.” “I’ll take your word for it.” If Adrien had to spend another day in this Veil-forsaken city, he was going to try and swim back to Ouranis, sea serpents be damned. “Do you not have a rainy season in Ouranis?” “Not like this,” Adrien said. “We usually get a couple of very wet weeks at the beginning of the Gray Moon, but it doesn’t last long. The flowers bloom just fine though.” “Ah.” Matthin paused, seeming to be searching for a follow up question or remark. Adrien decided to spare him the effort. “We’ve barely been married for an hour. It’s far too early to resort to small talk about the weather.”

WIP Ask Game

#the witcher #not another geraskier werewolf au #an inconvenient union #ghost's writing

[luvliewriting]

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I Can't Do This Again

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Pairing: Travis Hackett x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, kinda death

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The leaves fell slowly from the branches, take their time to dance in the air before meeting the soft blanket of grass shadowed below the tree. The wind was cold, sending shivers over your body while you ran as fast as you could. Suddenly, your movements stopped, making your legs stop urgently while you tried to believe what you were seeing with your eyes in front of you.

The Hackett lodge was right before you, its doors wide open filling you with a great happiness seeing the doors. The howls from behind you could be heard throughout the entire forest together with the bang of a gun, your own gun tossed to the side after it ran out of ammo just a couple meters away from you right now.

You climbed up the steps desperately hearing the leaves russel and crunch behind you, crawling in the direction of the doors, trying to figure out if it was true or your eyes were playing tricks on you once again. A desperate smile spread across your face instantly while you rushed in the direction of the doors. You climbed up the steps desperately, the crunch of the leaves growing louder behind you before you heard the growls and snarls.

Trying to pull yourself up the final step, you felt the creature's hold on your foot pull you back down the steps as you kicked violently trying to get the werewolf's grip on you off. You weren't quite sure who it was but right now all you cared was to get inside the lodge and out of the wolf's grasp.

With a final kick, you felt it. The pierce of it's teeth into your lower calf. Your calf stuck and burn, the creature yanked you again, making you pinned on the ground to its mercy as it dove its teeth down again to your shoulder. You violently elbowed the werewolf as its head shook violently getting out of its daze as you sprinted from under the creature hearing its echoing howl behind you as you sprinted into the lodge, slamming the doors behind you.

You fell to your knees, feeling the warm salty tears wetting your cheeks while you looked behind you at the door, trying to think of something, anything, but nothing seemed right. After all those months of helping Travis' family with this problem, now you were infected. Even if you were to cut your leg off, your shoulder doomed you. The memories of moments with Travis, when you found out about all of this in the first place, Travis promising nothing would happen to you remained in your mind. What had seemed pleasent now just seemed dooming.

Holding onto your bleeding wound on your shoulder, you felt the teeth marks under your fingertips. You were bitten, infected, doomed. You placed pressure onto the wound, getting onto your feet and making your way up the steps of the lodge to where the first aid was.

The last thing you wanted right now was Travis to know about this, you saw how broken he looked when he talked about Chris and his kids being infected, you weren't sure how he'd feel if he knew about you now.

But you definitely didn't want to turn in here. You worried someone may come into the lodge seeking safety just to find you fully turned.

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He felt the wood break under his fist, landing in the fresh hole of the wall as he slumped down against it. His black uniform covered in the crimson liquid, his hands stained with the liquid as well. His somber apperance stared through the dirty window to the blackened sky outside. The faint howls rung in his ears as he leaned his forehead against the wall, feeling drops of sweat run down his face. His heart hammering in his chest. In his 56 years of life, he had never felt fear like this before.

You had disappeared, he saw Chris run after you and nothing after that, all he found on his way back to the lodge was your gun; empty and discarded. Maybe he never really appreciated you as much though. Like he could've done more, he could've been more tender and loving with you. Even if that wasn't the kind of person he is, he thought maybe he could have tried harder to make you feel special.

Travis clenched his teeth, glaring out the window muttering through his teeth, "I'm a fucking idiot."

"Travis?" He heard your voice, quietly inside of the lodge behind him at the top of the stairs. Of course those councillors just had to ruin everything, this was supposed to be easy. Travis turned on his heel to face you, a smile appearing on his face as he practically ran to you.

He held you close, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "don't ever run off like that again!" However when he heard you hiss in pain, he pulled away abruptly, stared at you worried, "Y/N?"

Your eyes avoided his, glancing down at the floor of the dark lodge. Your skin shivered and burned, your vision and thoughts looping in and out. Travis cupped your face in his palms making you look him in the face.

You frowned at Travis as his face turned pale looking at your eyes; the faint yellow appearing in your iris.

"No, no, no," Travis panicked, his head shaking as he looked your body over now for the bite. You only sighed showing him the bite on your calf and then your shoulder. You could practically hear his heart break just looking at the wounds. You hated seeing Travis cry but that's exactly what you were seeing right now as you hugged him, bringing him into your body, "why you? Why did it have to be you? All I ever tried was to keep you safe."

"Travis," he looked at you through his teary eyes, "you can't stay here. I'm gonna turn soon and the last thing I want is for you to see this."

"I won't leave you!" Travis clutched your hand tightly.

"Travis for once in your life listen to me," you urged him, you already felt the infection take place. Your eyes which were normally e/c were now a golden yellow, you felt the ache in your bones, you were gonna turn just you didn't know when. Letting go of Travis' hand, you held his face kissing him gently, feeling his fingers gentle on your waist as if he was scared to break you. When you pulled apart, you urged him to the door, "I'll find you, promise."

It was silent, he was silent.

"I'll be okay," you promised. You said that more to make yourself believe it, you weren't even that worried about yourself now. Your biggest concern was getting Travis out before it was too late. To hurt him would crush you. You sighed, pressing your forehead against Travis' chest, "I'm gonna be one of those things. the things that would give me nightmares, that's gonna be my reality and I accept it."

"But you aren't," Travis whispered quietly, raising your chin to look at him.

"But I will be," tears welled in your eyes now, it was all terrifying you couldn't lie about that, "who's gonna leave?"

"Neither of us," Travis argued, the thought of you being out there alone, the thought of you getting hurt even as a werewolf. How was Bobby and his father supposed to know to not hurt you?

"No Travis, I'm gonna turn," you let go of Travis, suddenly feeling colder now not sharing his warmth, "I don't want you to be around me when it happens, either you go out that door or I will."

Travis dropped down onto the steps, hiding his face in his hands. You felt the infection claw at you, trying to lure you into giving into the temptation to turn.

"Promise me if I do die, you'll keep going," you asked.

Travis was pale looking up at you, "I-"

"Promise, please," you begged him.

You subconsiously stepped a little farther from Travis, closer to the door of the lodge.

Travis couldn't make the words leave his mouth so he just nodded, you smiled gratefully opening the doors of the lodge and stepping outside closing the door behind you.

You ran, ran deep into the woods, far from anywhere you could hurt anyone. Meanwhile at the lodge, Travis quietly cried on the steps of the lodge. Holding his own fragile self.

He heard the bang of a gun from outside the lodge before the doors opened urgently where Bobby stood. Travis quickly hid his emotions, wiping his eyes and standing from his spot.

"What are you doing?" Bobby questioned.

Travis shook his head, walking to his little brother, "just catching my breath."

"Where's Y/N?"

A pain in Travis' heart ached as he stared out to the woods, "who even knows."

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I hope I didn't make him too out of character

Thanks for reading, don't forget to like and maybe reblog as it really does help

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#travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #the quarry #the quarry x reader

[teashoptiramisu]

Fluffy fanfic rec list

On one of my Discord servers people were talking about how people seem more likely to recommend angsty fic, so I decided to put together a fluff rec list, just for fun! This is gonna be a variety of fandoms, wordcount length, genres, etc. -- the common factor is I like ‘em and they turned up when I search “fluff” in my bookmarks. I’ll point out if any are nsfw

ATLA

see your son rising at last by aloneintherain --  ATLA -- 6.5k words -- Iroh & Zuko 5+1 things fic  

North by ryfkah -- ATLA -- 300 words -- short & sweet Appa POV fic

definitely not suspicious at all in the least by presumenothing -- ATLA -- 1k words -- post-canon Gaang shenanigans

All The Gentle Creatures by Haicrescendo -- ATLA -- 10k words -- animals love Zuko, he’s basically a Disney Princess

Yuri!!! On Ice

see you next level by verity -- YoI -- 1.5k words -- Yuuri, Viktor & Phichit get drunk & watch TV, Yuuri & Viktor continue to be the most adorably sappy couple

Friendship!!! Is Magic by afrai -- YoI & OHSHC -- 10k words -- Yuuri & Haurhi meet at a conference and become friends. Viktor & Tamaki make fools of themselves (but what else is new)

Howl’s Moving Castle (mostly bookverse)

Second Time Lucky by labellementeuse -- HMC -- 5.5k words -- Howl & Sophie plan their wedding (lol i spelled that “weeding” on the first try... also accurate). As you might expect for these two it doesn’t go without some hiccups.

Could it be magic? by SpiritedYoungLady -- HMC -- 500 words -- Howls comes back from night with the rugby club, and Sophie is unamused

Fulllmetal Alchemist (mostly bhood/manga)

All That Describes a Joyful Heart by anthrop  -- FMA -- 3k words -- Hohenheim & Trisha cook together during a winter storm & they are simply TOO ADORABLE. Features some Xerxian cultural headcanons inspired by Nowruz (Persian New Year) traditions!

And They Were ROOMMATES by Turbulent_Muse -- FMA -- 30k words -- Modern AU in which college student!Ling moves into a haunted house, but since the rent is too good to pass up, he decides to try and befriend the demon. Greedling friendship & adventure fic.

Science for People Who Hate Science by Tierfal -- FMA -- 66k words -- Royed Modern AU, but even if you dislike that ship you might want to give this one a chance; it’s really more of an origfic about two characters losely inspired by Roy & Ed. They run a goofy educational youtube channel and are two dorks in love. Al shows up to make fun of them sometimes. It’s a good time!

The Sleeping Horror of Whiskerford by Eltea -- FMA -- 3.5k words -- another modern AU, in which the gang (Ed, Al, Winry, Riza, Roy, Hughes) plays D&D. Worth it for Ed’s character sheet alone, but overall just a hilarious & fun time.

A Clowder of Cats by Batsutousai -- FMA -- 4k words -- post-canon (a more-or-less canon universe fic for once!), Al settles down and adopts a bunch of cats (AS HE DESERVES)

Teen Wolf

the butt is a gift by lazulisong -- Teen Wolf -- 1.5k words -- Stiles is pinned to the couch by cats. I think this is part of a larger AU but tbh I don’t care: Stiles, cats, relatable dilemmas, what more do I need?

When the Bough Breaks by The Feels Whale (miscellea) -- Teen Wolf -- 12k words -- A bit of a weird one, but sometimes I like my TW fic weird. post-canon-ish/canon-divergence with endgame Sterek; Stiles is on the outs with Derek’s pack until they learn that he’s adopted a baby, and then they’re suddenly all over to dote on her. I actually really mostly liked this for Stiles’ single parent struggles and (platonic) relationship with the baby’s birth mother, the werewolf stuff & romance was cute but mostly incidental.

Misc fandoms

it's a new craze by attheborder -- Good Omens -- 5k words -- Crowley & Aziraphale start an advice podcast

Hot Springs and New Beginnings by CorundumBleu -- Hollow Knight -- 3k words -- in a good ending universe, Quirrel, the Knight, and The Last Stag relax at a hot springs and discuss hopes for the future. I recommend looking through CorundumBleu’s other HK fics as well -- there’s a couple other good fluff fics in there and some most angsty but still amazing stories! (I’m biased: CB is my sister & I helped edit these, but still, I think they’re great!)

Sufficient by atheilen -- The Goblin Emperor -- 2k words -- deaged!Maia; in which everyone and particularly Beshelar shows how much they care for and cherish Maia.

Sick Day by avg (AnxiousEspada) -- The Murderbot Diaries -- 4k words -- Overse & Arada are sick; Ratthi and later Murderbot visit to help them out. “To everyone’s surprise, a feverish Overse is SecUnit approved humor-fuel.” (P.S. if you like this fic consider checking out my sequel to it!)

Thrilling Night! Romantic Adventure at the Video Rental Store! by Masu_Trout --  Undertale -- 2.5k words -- wonderful Outsider POV of an employee at a video rental store who gets the admittedly uncertain priviledge of helping Alphys and Undyne pick out a movie to rent for their date night. I’m still not over the movie they end up picking, OMG.

Gonna add a reblog with BNHA, Natsuyu, Gravity Falls, and maybe some HP recs tomorrow.

Also, if you like these fics and know of more like them, feel free to let me know! I’m always taking fic recs (I’m slow to get around to them but I WILL save your recs for later) :P

#not atla #but also atla #fic recs #fanfic #yoi #hmc #fma #teen wolf #good omens #the goblin emperor #the murderbot diaries #undertale

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Dear Rae,

I am sorry I simply can not shut up, THE FEAST YOU SERVED US. My head is in my hands and I am shaking my head just drowning in the immensity of it all. I really didn't want to come here with some corny tapestry metaphor but the bayeux could never, one thread snags and another one weaves a new, even brighter , image onto the fabric, !!!

You gave us Lilly (lilly pining for james, sire.. i've never even seen this) , slutty James potter (he is my life line), The Midas reveal???!! The regulus plot line thickens- you said he was really dead but... dead in what way... who did james want them to ask?? The rabbit hole deepens...the red pill is down my throat we are in howls room in the moving castle.... "you're so used to looking away"... the unicorn blood (I'm scared), seeing remus in his own glamour for so much of his POV, the weight the line has always carried some how even heavier... it is on my neck and I cant breath!

You dropped one the most beautiful lines i've ever read in my life, what did you even do with yourself after you wrote; "every so often the universe makes an artist of itself in its arrangement of atoms into a body of matter" ... I was personally not okay, I could have gone my whole life without seeing those words strung together but life was really looking out for me today.

The detail about the gold earrings for the werewolf SW was just... such an incredibly visceral detail and coupled with the golden leash. The image of them in the cage together ..

I think what I loved also about remus POV was that although their perspectives were so vastly different, there were still moments where they didn't miss each other and where what was going on between them still felt undeniable? Sirius may be oblivious and Remus may be playing him like a fiddles, but he's gotten under his skin still hasn't he. He hates it but it's true. Theres also always such an innocence to Sirius, even when he's guilty and seeing that through Remus eyes was truly so gorgeous as well !

Thank you so much, Rae, your story means so much I COULD WRITE SO MUCH MORE but i'm trying to practice restraint.

Please take care!!

looking forward to having you back in July , or whenever you're ready <3

hi omg loving the metaphors....the imagery....will of course be holding my silence on any spoilers but 🤭🤭🤭 yes many possibilities indeed....

also glad u liked the artist line bc i actually hate it lmfao everytime i read back over that bit i'm like god i need 2 change this it's insufferable....but alas i was too lazy 2 go back and rewrite so. appreciate knowing that it was not as annoying as i thought it was

and remus playing sirius like a fiddle 💀 v true i was giggling + kicking my feet reading people's comments like 'omg remus is falling for him....' although. well u r perhaps correct abt sirius getting under his skin....who could say.....

tysm 4 the kind words 💕 💞

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