#the idea of bring told that the wol CANT die makes it so much more unfair to him

[minarcana]

#ok guess what fuckers youre going to be on another tag ramble adventure with me #ive been afflicted with the same images in my brain tumbling around and the only way to free my brain is to write them out #and anyways i have been contemplating wol au uri for a bit due to various reasons (he came up and then i got this image and couldnt be free #shb with uri as the wol is. after killing vauthry. he is SO fucked up that raha STILL wont just let him die #he was supposed to have raha send him to the rift with the light and let him die there but now that he cant stop him rahas taking it himsel #and theres the whole. 'no we really cannot have the wol die.' thing. #that makes it infinitely worse to uri. him just yelling through blood to let him die! let him have his turn! he WANTS to die! #the idea of bring told that the wol CANT die makes it so much more unfair to him #'you wouldnt know what to do if i died? i didnt know what to do for years after louisoux died! i still dont know what to do without moenbry #da! papalymo can sacrifice himself and everyone adapts! shtola has thrown herself to the lifestream twice! minfilia died! i had to stay sil #ent and let ryne choose her own path if she died or not! i cant tell people that i would be lost yet everyone gets to tell ME that? #do you think i am better than them do you think them worth less why do they have the right to die and i do not!' #he is SO SO SO much worse as a wol and it falls out in one outburst after hes quizzed as to why he thought he could sacrifice himself #but he also realizes that its really fucked up to say that aloud so yknow. yknow what. yknow. #hell bottle up all his feelings and then one day hell either die or start crying and it looks like he aint allowed to die! #he still takes the aid from ardbert at amaurot with the statement that #'if i dont try and save who i might then ill never be able to face moenbryda' #anyways cannot stop thinking about me giving uri the echo like 'this will be funny!' and hes just 'my life has become infinitely worse' #HEAD IN MY HANDS

[stoopsbookstore]

The Wolf (Chapter 4)

Warnings - Vomit, Attack on two characters, Death, A single gunshot

“The Alpha?! What do you mean the Alpha? I’m the Alpha.”

Taeyong watched the guardian pace around the room, her robe swishing in her haste, Yuta throwing up onto the floor. The guardian searched for a book, her silence freaking Taeyong out. She spotted the bounded papers in a dusty corner of a shelf that hadn’t been touched in centuries. The covered lady signaled for Taeyong to come over to the table in the middle of the room.

“You may be the Alpha of your clan, but you are just a bunch of misfit wolves, thrown aside when your pack thought you were good for nothing, horrible ner-do-wells. This is the Alpha of the Indigo pack,” she flipped the pages, “this book says he’ll be back if someone summons him. He will very difficult to kill, he can survive stabs and shots. You’ll need a rare form of wolfs bane and a special silver, but I will tell you more later. You two need to go back and move your pack as soon as possible.”

Taeyong thanked the lady, helping Yuta to his face before heading home.

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The next day at classes, Jisung and Y/N were inseparable, to the point where Y/N actually skipped her classes to wait outside her step-brother’s classes. In her English class, Yuta had noticed she wasn’t there, concerned about the girl.

“Yuta, what’s up?” Jaehyun nudged him, breaking out of his trance of looking at the empty seat.

“That girl I bumped into isn’t here.”

“Didn’t she give you her number?”

Yuta mentally punched himself, he completely forgot about that. He flipped through his notebook to find the small piece of paper, dialing the number into his phone and texting it.

is this Y/N? please tell me this is Y/N

Yes... who’s asking?

Its Yuta, the guy who bumped into you. Im sorry for just texting you, my life is a bit crazy right now lol

This is going to be insane but can we hang out??

Umm... yea, sure I guess. You know my step-brother Jisung right?

He’s your stepbrother?! oh wow... he’s a really good kid

so that means Mr. Shindong is your stepfather

yea. Do you think you can get me the notes for today? 

Im also having a bit of a crazy life, I had to skip to watch Jisung

Cant get them from Mr. Shindong?

No, because it would possibly show favoritism if someone called foul 

Alright no problem are you busy tonight i could bring them over and we can hang out then

That would actually be perfect, you have no idea

cool, ill see you then. I have to go, cant get in trouble or else Mr. Shindong will get mad at me see you later tonight :)

Y/N looked up from her phone, Jisung in front of her holding a bunny in a cage. The bunny was asleep, the boyish smile emitting from Jisung was contagious enough that anyone who walked by would smile along with him.

“Jisung, what the hell is that?”

“‘I’m in charge of watching the class pet this week,” Jisung announced, “I figured it would be a great distraction from everything that’s been going on. His name is Bambi.”

“Your class realizes that Bambi was the deer and Thumper was the rabbit, right?” Y/N stood up, throwing her bag over her shoulder and walking with her step-brother, “since you had a surprise, I have one. Yuta’s coming over tonight.”

“Really? Why?”

“There is a chance we may be mates and we’re just going to see if it’s true. You have to remember, just because you’re three quarters of a wolf, I’m only a fourth. I don’t get any signals to who my mate is, I just have to try according to my mom.”

“Our mom.”

“Yes, our mom.”

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“Y/N! Your friend’s here! Just one moment.”

Leann stood at the door, Yuta holding his hands behind his back, waiting for his classmate to greet him.

“You must be the Yuta Y/N talked about.”

“Did she tell you?”

“Yes. My mother was a part of the Indigo clan so I knew it was just a matter of time before this would start happening. Are you and your friends okay?”

Yuta realized she must not have known that Jisung was taken into the pack, assuming Shindong tried to suppress the wolf urge, “yeah, we’re fine. It’s a bit hard to keep track of all of us, but we’re managing to stay in touch, calls every morning and night to make sure we made it.”

“That’s goo-”

“Yuta, hey,” Y/N appeared in the hallway leading to the door, “thanks Mom.”

Leann walked away, Y/N shutting the door behind her, leaving the two on the ornate porch.

“Mr. Shindong, I guess, doesn’t want me inside?”

“Even though he’s half wolf himself, he doesn’t want to possibly attract the Indigo clan.”

“He’s half wol-”

“His mom. He doesn’t like to talk about it, he only told me because of the poten-”

“Potential of us being mates?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, Yuta looking at the ground, feeling uneasy. The breeze flowing between them cool, the night starting to darken the sky. They didn’t see Leann, Shindong and Jisung sitting at the window, watching the uneasy interaction.

“Should we go for a walk?” Yuta suggested.

“I’d like that.”

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Yuta and Y/N ended up walking through the nature park about 2 streets down from Y/N’s house, the pair avoiding talking about the possible relationship. They had only been classmates, just realizing they could be soulmates was an extreme jump to make. Yuta was the first to say anything, his attempt to ease the elephant in the room.

“My jackass of a friend, Ten, said if we were mates, he’d be sad because he thought you were really pretty.”

Y/N hid her laughter in her sweatshirt sleeve, “I thought he was dating Sorn or Lisa?”

“If by dating, you mean hooking up with them. He’s actually found his mate, that girl from Psych 221, fuck what’s her name? Umji?”

“Oh yeah, I know her. She’s a wolf?”

“Heads up,” Yuta leaned closer to Y/N for dramatic effects, “like 90 percent of this town is a wolf or has wolf blood in their veins.”

“Well, excuse me, I’ve only lived here for a year, I wasn’t expecting to find out all of this information. I figured I would get my degree, travel the world, have a few affairs and die in a sewer like Poe.”

Y/N and Yuta’s laughter was cut off by a growl, a pair of red eyes staring them down. Yuta’s ears popped out of his hair, the same grey from Y/N’s dream.

“Get behind me,” Y/N followed the boy’s instructions, his eyes turning into a vibrant green, his voice dropping into a husky roar, “You’re outside your bounds.”

The monster just kept stepping towards them, Y/N grabbing Yuta’s arm, another shock between the two seemed to make the wolf bark at them.

“Fuck! Run!”

The couple took off running, Yuta pulling Y/N with him as the outsider ran after them. They threw sticks and pinecones at it as often as they could, trying to keep the predator away from them.

“My house, it’s just up the street!” Y/N pointed to lit structure.

They ran up to the porch, the door opening to Jisung and Leann yelling at the two to come inside. Once they were in the safety of the mansion, Shindong came out from the dining room door, shooting the wolf point blank in the stout. Yuta shielded Y/N from looking at the bloodied canine, Leann pulling Jisung into the living room.

“You two, her room. Stay there.”

Shindong ordered them into Y/N’s room, Yuta walking up the steps behind Y/N, the stairwell quiet except for her stepfather’s grunts of struggling. Opening the door to her room, Yuta was surprised at how much it looked like a small apartment. A mini-fridge, a table, some counter space, a small living room and then through a half wall, her bedroom with a bay window.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“Would you like some tea?”

It was like the past hour didn’t help, Y/N went quiet, walking to the small kitchenette and putting some water in the teapot. Yuta reached out to Y/N, touching her arm and getting a small shock. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, but he knew the truth now. They were mates, and it seemed like she knew as well, aggressively turning on the oven top, a black cloud hanging out her head.

He engulfed in a hug as she began to sob, the weight on her shoulder crashing down and turning around in Yuta’s arms to cry. The wolf boy picked Y/N up like she was a piece of paper and walked her over to her bed. Yuta rubbed her back, her cries filling the room. Leann had walked in, noticing the teapot whistling, checking on the lovers, her heart breaking at the sight of her daughter in emotional distress.

After Leann left, Yuta tilted Y/N’s head, staring at her bloodshot eyes. They could feel the other’s emotion, Yuta felt pissed over the betrayal, Y/N felt anxious over the sudden changes. Yuta noticed Y/N had started to fall asleep, her breath stabilizing as he reached for the clicker on the nightstand. Turning on the TV, he kept repeating four words into Y/N’s ear, hoping that she’ll hear it in her sleep.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

#yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct #nct au #nct 127 #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #the wolf #halloween series #my writings

[lightwardenau]

Benevolence with a WoL offered for Sacrifice?

me: this’ll be short n sweet!me, 1705 words later: huh

this is less a WoL than a Reader in general but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what else can ya do when the bug strikes

Benevolence/Reader

Seasons are different when it's eternally day, eternally mild; plants flower all year round, those that prefer the night have long since died, snow is equally unlikely under the blazing sky, and cool breezes only come from the coast.

Still, in the last ten years there's been something of a cycle--curious as it is. By now, everyone knows what it means when the eternally bright sky darkens with clouds, not night--never night--but still a difference, a respite. When thunder that shakes the very foundations of Eulmore and every settlement in Kholusia rolls in and lighting splits the sky, forking out from Mt. Gulg, it's just further confirmation that the balance of power has shifted back.

Innocence has been torn both from his throne and limb from limb yet again by Benevolence, bringing with her the rain and some small amount of shade. Not only that, but when the six-winged creature siezes sovereignty those Sin-Eaters that roam the lands are displaced to the Empty, or at the very least the few that remain are more passive, attacking only when provoked. The people have learnt to hold on tight to whatever modicum of peace they can, and this, however, spurs a new course of action to the fore in the hopes of prolonging it. Those who remember a time when they curried favour with the Sin-Eaters can't help but lean into the old ways of thought when they fret over the length of her stay before she vanishes again, and so the plan to gift the Lightwarden one of the city's number germinates.

You're chosen for the honour for a reason, though what reason is a stab in the dark on your leader's part. No-one knows what Benevolence is like, aside from the forces of nature that come with her presence to give her her name. Perhaps you sing, perhaps you dance, perhaps you paint, perhaps you write, or perhaps you're simply beautiful--regardless, they hope she likes you and in liking you will stay longer--keep Innocence from returning to exert his spoilt will from on high again. They don't tell you of the thought in the back of their minds: that you go to die. To be consumed. That you'll be the first in a long line of people just like you, fed the the Lightwarden in exchange for protection. You're hardly a fool, however. You wouldn't change your mind even if they had told you such up front--you've a desire to see the people you love safe, regardless if the cost is your freedom or your life.

And so you're draped in white silks, gold jewellery hung on your wrists, around your neck, your ankles--bare feet and aside from the drapery, bare skin. Your last meal is taken in Eulmore, in opulence, and you're allowed whatever you desire in thanks for your bravery--you take advantage of this as much as you can, but nerves will only allow you to eat so much before you excuse yourself to stare at the mountain that looms in the sky from a balcony and wonder just what exactly the creature you're to be offered to is like.

Terrifying, most likely. Especially if she can rend Innocence to shreds.

 ---

 You're deposited as far up the arm of the Talos as your escorts can take you without fear rendering them completely useless, and not for the first time you're made aware of just how impractical the white finery you're wrapped with is for climbing rock, especially in bare feet, especially in the rain--no matter how warm it is. Still, you haven't especially far to go, the others turned tail only a short while ago and already you're at the boundary line where the rain stops falling and granite becomes marble, searing white as the sky is usually. You almost have to avert your eyes before they acclimatise and instead cast your gaze around for...whatever it is you're meant to be doing next before you hear it.

Across the winding floorplan of this place there's a staircase shrouded by a gold archway, and beyond it you think you hear...sobbing?

With little else to go on and a distinct lack of Sin-Eaters present to put any further fear into you, you make your way toward the sound. It takes a little while--this place is clearly built for those with far greater stride lengths than you--but you pick your way across cool, dry marble for long enough that you're simply 'damp' and less 'soaked' by the time you reach the foot of the (blessedly normal-sized) staircase and begin to climb.

The creature you find yourself staring at the back of is larger than any Sin-Eater you've ever seen--you hazard at full height she's thirteen feet tall or thereabouts and with six white, feathered wings protruding from her back, which is toward you. She seems to be sat kneeling in a position that gives you space to roam your gaze over yalms of bare, smooth, dark skin from her spine down even as you feel the power of the light roll off her in waves. Facing away from the rest of Mt. Gulg as she is, with her head in both hands, the cries that emit from her seem somehow both heartwrenching and musical as her chest heaves with grief for something you don't know, her emotions intense enough to choke you up. Moving quietly, skin on stone, you look at her from the front--a decision  immediately regretted since her sobs halt abruptly the moment you're directly ahead of her. From this angle you can see the liquid gold of her tears overflowing between clawed fingers, and distantly you realise that with the silenced sobbing also comes silenced rain beyond Gulg.

Her hands fall away from her face sharply and you note the scar that runs though her right eyebrow, down across the acute corner of her closed eye, and ends somewhere around a sharp cheekbone. She studies you as you study her and you don't know how you can tell with her eyes firmly shut, but you know she's looking at you. Suddenly you remember exactly why you're there--so caught up were you in the mystery of this place and the Lightwarden within. 

"H--Hello." You start, for lack of anything better to say. Mercifully, she spares you further fumbling, canting her head to one side, snow white and curled hair bouncing lightly as she does so.

"What reason have you to be here?" Benevolence asks, and her voice vibrates through you in a way that weakens your knees. Her tone is an octave lower than you were expecting, her cadence measured in the manner of someone that weighs every single word before speaking, and behind it all is the chime-like sound of clear crystals against one another. It is, in a word, 'Angelic'.

"I…" You pause, wondering how best to frame this as the reality of your situation sinks in. You may die here, or you may not, and you have no idea which is worse. "I'm an offering." You steel yourself, "Or a sacrifice."

The creature regards you further for a moment before standing to her full height and towering above you in a manner that gives you an eyeful of the expanse of her bare skin, 'staring' down for a beat longer before facing the direction you know Eulmore to be in. A large, full lip curls in what you pin as a sneer as her wings shake out a little. The term 'ruffled feathers' comes to mind.

"Is that what He demanded?" The loathing that colours her voice is a surprise, but in some ways a welcome one--the enemy of my enemy and all that. You hasten to correct her.

"No!" You half-yelp, hoping she's not about to turn her ire on either Eulmore or yourself and wanting to head such a trolley of thought off at the pass. Benevolence faces you once more, frowning slightly and you take it as your cue. "We wished to thank you! For breaking the stranglehold--Innocence's tyranny. We--"

"--You wish me to stay, and take his place forever." She finishes for you and you nod once in answer after a moment's hesitation. There's another pause as she muses and you find yourself almost wishing she talked half as much as Innocence did--at least then you might have an idea of what was going through her head.

"If I'm not to your tastes, there will be others." You offer, even as you hope to be made a liar. Let this start and end with you, you hope. Benevolence continues to silently observe before she sighs, heavy and weary with a weight you feel settle leaden in your chest simply by hearing it.

"Innocence is a worm that shall always be churned back up out of the aetherial loam, sweet one." She intones, although she sounds as dissatisfied as you feel, "He is as endless as I am, no amount of...offerings will change this. I fight him because he believes he has a claim to this throne, I leave because to stay would rip this place apart when he returns. The cycle is the cycle, regardless."

"I--" Whatever you were to say dies in your throat as you tear your gaze from her closed eyelids and stare down at your hands, fingers knotting as you process this. There's no point to what you've done, Innocence shall always come back and she will always leave, and now you're stood vulnerable and alone in front of a Lightwarden with no way back. This whole thing has been an exercise in futility and you'll never be able to warn the others.

So wrapped up in these thoughts are you that you barely notice the large hand held out to you until its right in front of your face. You look back up at the Lightwarden, confusion clear as she smiles down to you, soft and with a warmth you feel in your bones, like basking in the sun.

"No need for an offering, nor a sacrifice." Benevolence's eyes open, and for the first time you bear witness to her unearthly gaze, eyes of solid gold peering down with a kindness that matches the name. "But a companion, perchance?"

#benevolence #fic #mod chai #anonymous