#tuwomt fan fic

[princessbatears]

Papá Noel

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Javi appoints Astrid his little helper elf on Christmas Eve Warnings: secular Christmas themes (i.e. gift giving, Santa Claus, Christmas tree, etc.), mild sexual content, language, mention of alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, mention of spousal/parent death Words: 3k A/N: This takes place during the time skip in Casa Werewolf Chapter 9

“There’s so much snow!” Bo yells for the dozenth time from the backseat of the car as Javi drives up the winding road.

“At least a meter, right, Mama?” Tallulah guesses.

You smile. “I’m not sure there’s quite that much, but there might be soon if it keeps snowing like this.”

“How much longer?” Astrid asks, whole face smushed against the glass of the window, her breath fogging it up.

“We’re almost there,” Javi promises. “You should be able to see the house soon.”

This is his first Christmas with you and your triplets and he couldn’t be more excited. He’s brought you all to his Swiss chalet for the school break. It’s quiet and private, the perfect place for a werewolf-filled holiday that your family deserves.

“Do you remember seeing snow before?” you ask, turning around in your seat to look at the kids.

Astrid ponders. “Maybe.”

Bo shakes his head. “Just from the pictures.”

“Mama’s got pictures of us when we were really little in the snow,” Tallulah informs Javi. “It was before Daddy died.”

He smiles at her in the rearview mirror. “Those are very special pictures.”

“We’ll show you when we get back home.”

“Are we gonna take new pictures?” Astrid pipes up hopefully.

You smile, reaching back to stroke her hair. “Of course, as many as you want.”

“Is this the kinda snow you raced in as a puppy?” Bo asks.

Your smile grows childlike and mischievous. “Yep! Powdery, so you’ve got some traction.” Then, you turn to Javi. “When I was a pup, me and my siblings would spend hours racing each other in the snow. The deeper, the better, because it forced you to get creative. My tactic was digging tunnels so I could keep plowing ahead instead of using all the energy bouncing up and down.”

He laughs, loving the idea of you as a little kid and puppy. “I bet you beat them.”

“I did!”

A moment later, Javi turns a bend and the chalet comes into view: a cozy two-story house made of spruce with the classic gently sloping roof and lots of windows. “There it is, niños!”

There is a mad dash to get inside, mainly because you insist that the children help unload the car before they’re allowed to play.

“Your room is on the left,” Javi calls as they practically run each other over in their haste to get upstairs. When he’d known you were coming, he’d had a triple bunkbed put in the larger room.

“I want the top!” Bo’s claim travels down the staircase.

“No, me!” Tallulah argues.

Meanwhile, you’re staring in delight at the big, open room, bedecked for Christmas. In one corner, a tall tree glitters with twinkling lights, glass ornaments, and tinsel. Garland drapes over the fireplace mantle and large, knitted stockings hang below it, one for each one of you.

An advent calendar hangs on one wall, marking the day as December 24. Juniper and berry sprigs fill vases. A cheerful American-style Santa figurine sits on the top of a bookshelf with his reindeer.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“It’s gorgeous! The house, the decorations. Perfect.”

From upstairs, Tallulah yells, “I got there first!”

You grimace at Javi. “You might regret spending the whole week with us all alone here.”

“Never! I promise, any chaos and drama that those three bring can’t compare to my own family. If I was at my mama’s, I would be refereeing my great-aunts arguing over whose dentures are more uncomfortable. I promised this is preferable to that.”

You let out a snort-giggle of disbelief. “That does not happen.”

“It does! See this.” He points at a small scar on his left forearm. “Tía Carmen bit me with hers when she thought I’d sided with Tía Paulina. Vicious.”

Laughing, you bend to kiss the spot. “Poor baby,” you coo mockingly. Then, you shake your head. “I can’t believe we’re here, in Switzerland, for Christmas, on vacation!”

He chuckles, pulling you close to him. “How long has it been since you had a vacation?”

“God,” you ponder. “Not since Ivan and I first got married. We didn’t have enough money once we had the babies. Not to mention, it’s very hard to take a vacation with three unreliable werewolf pups. By the time they were more in control of their shifts, he’d passed.

Javi’s more determined than ever to make this an amazing rest for you. “You are long past due. For the next week, all you need to do is eat, sleep, sled, and play.”

You give him a kiss that ends with a gentle nip on his bottom lip that immediately makes him weak in the knees. “I can’t wait to play with you later,” you whisper.

He can only manage to mumble something incoherent, using all his willpower not to whisk you up to the big, plush bed that’s waiting.

A stampede behind him returns him to his senses. Three fluffy werewolf pups charge down the stairs, paws too large for their bodies slipping and sliding on the polished wood.

“You are not to go outside the fence,” you say firmly. “And as soon as it starts to get dark, your little butts need to be inside. If you smell anything larger than a rabbit, come back immediately. Understand?”

They bark their acknowledgement before scrambling for the back door. You cross to unlock and open it. They dive headfirst into the drifts of snow, disappearing completely.

He laughs as their heads pop up and down as they hop along towards the vast expanse of mountain yard.

“Ah, some peace and quiet,” you sigh happily. “They’ll probably be out there until supper.”

Javi kisses you again. “I’m going to light a fire and make us something warm to drink. You just relax.”

For the next hour, you and Javi cuddle on a nest of furs in front of the fire, drinking hot mulled cider and watching one of his favorite Spanish Christmas movies.

At one point, he glances down at you and finds that you’ve fallen asleep. He smiles, cocooning you in the furs. It’s not lost on him how much you trust him that you’re able to fall asleep while your children are playing outside and you’re in a new place.

It’s also an excellent opportunity to sort through the Christmas presents he brought.

Although Javi grew up on the Spanish tradition of the Three Kings bringing gifts in early January, he wants to honor your cultural tradition of Christmas Eve gifts.

After carefully disentangling from you, he heads upstairs with two suitcases full of presents to your room. There, he unzips the tops to double-check everything is there.

The question is, should he put them under the tree now or wait until right before midnight, when he’ll be rousing everyone to open them? Will their allure excite or torture the kids?

“What are you doing?” Astrid’s little voice startles him and he spins around, seeing her bundled in the plush robes he left by the backdoor for when the pups returned.

Then, she gasps, eyes growing huge, when spots the gifts. “Christmas presents!” She rushes over to the bed and bounces up and down. “There are so many! Can we open them?”

Definitely would be better to wait to put them out if she’s already wanting to open them.

Smiling coyly, he says, “I’m just holding onto these for Papá Noel.”

Astrid rolls her eyes. “Santa doesn’t exist.”

Javi slaps a hand against his chest, scandalized. “How could you say such a thing?”

“I’m eight,” she says like he’s the world’s biggest dumbass. He’d have expected such a response from Tallulah, who sees herself as a mini adult, but it makes him a little sad that even Astrid doesn’t believe in the mythical man.

Wait… if werewolves are real, does that mean Santa Claus might be real?

He’s distracted by her shaking more presents. “Stop using your wolf ears to try to guess.”

Then, it suddenly occurs to him that he didn’t hear her come inside. The house is too silent for Tallulah and Bo to be in it, so she must be alone.

“Where are your brother and sister?”

Her face falls. “Out racing. I got tired. And I couldn’t ever win. I’m not fast enough. I hate being the littlest!”

He crouches in front of her, pulling her into a hug. “That’s hard. But, you know what? You’re the sneakiest. I didn’t even hear you come in. And you didn’t wake your mama up. There’s no way the other two would be that quiet.”

Astrid perks up. “Yeah! I’m way sneakier than they are. They always gotta yell or crash into stuff. Not me.” She stands on her tiptoes, silently scuttling across the wood floor with a positively wicked smile on her face that makes him laugh.

It also gives him an idea. “Let’s just say Santa exists. Doesn’t he usually have a helper? A little elf?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.

“It’s an awful lot for him to have to come all the way up this mountain, so I’ve offered to put out the presents and save him the trip. Since you’re so good at being quiet, you’d be the perfect elf to assist me.”

Puffing up with pride, she beams. “I can help!”

He grins. “Okay, so we’re going to keep it a secret from Bo and Lulls. You’ll all go to bed when Mama says and then I’ll wake you up and we’ll sneak everything downstairs. How’s that sound?”

Astrid nods vehemently, practically vibrating with excitement at her new responsibility.

She clamors onto the bed and peers into a stuffed suitcase. “Oh, that one’s mine!” She snatches it up and shakes the square package. No sound comes from it. “Can I open it? As payment for being an elf?”

He pulls the gift from her hand, biting back a laugh. “Being an elf is voluntary.”

She pouts as he returns the box to the spot and zips the suitcase up.

“Go get dressed. Then, we’ll start cooking our Christmas Eve feast!”

The rest of the afternoon and evening pass in a blur. Bo and Tallulah return from their racing before everyone helps Javi heat up the delicious Christmas Eve feast that’d been prepared. Entremeses piled high with blood sausage, manchego cheese, crusty bread, olives, and pickles. Then, creamy soup, roast lamb and potatoes, followed by shortbread cookies and chocolate cake.

You and Javi practically have to roll the children up the stairs to put them to bed, they’re so stuffed and sleepy. He briefly wonders if he shouldn’t wake Astrid early, but, as he tucks her into one of the bottom bunks, she whispers in his ear, “When are you gonna wake me up?”

Smiling, he breathes back, “Half an hour before midnight.”

She grins at him before snuggling down to sleep.

You and he close the door behind you and you say softly, “You’ve really made Astrid happy asking her to be your elf.”

“It’ll be much more fun to play Papá Noel with a helper,” he chuckles.

“You know,” you purr, “we’ve got a couple hours and I’ve always wanted to kiss Santa Claus.”

He smirks, deepening his voice, “Ho ho ho!”

Thirty minutes to midnight, Javi creeps into the children’s bedroom. All three are breathing deeply, sound asleep. He presses a kiss to Astrid’s forehead before murmuring, “Astrid.”

Her big eyes flutter open and she immediately sits up excitedly. “Is it time?”

“It’s time.”

She tiptoes with him out of the room and downstairs, where he’s set out the suitcases near the tree. There’s also a pile of gifts that you’d brought that include some for him that you absolutely refuse to give him hints about.

“How do you think we should arrange the gifts?” he asks.

She hums. “The biggest ones on the bottom. Then, the other ones can stack on those. But I don’t think we should sort them by person because then, if someone has a smaller pile, they’ll be sad.”

“Very wise,” Javi agrees, although you and he made sure each kid got the exact same amount of presents.

Astrid begins pulling out each gift, setting them in piles by size. She pauses every time she reads her name on the tag and scrutinizes it. Javi’s glad he allowed a full half hour for this task because she’s in no hurry.

“These gotta go under first,” she orders, pointing at the largest packages. “Also, we gotta hide some in the back so we can be surprised when we think there’s no more presents and there still are some!”

Grabbing a long box with a scooter addressed to herself, she heaves it to the back of the tree. “That one’s got wheels, doesn’t it?”

Javi was sure he’d padded them properly, but it’s damn hard to fool Wolves. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

She humphs, going to a pile and picking up a small, flattish gift that was for him. “Well, you’ll have to wait and see what this one is. It’s from me to you.”

He bites back a chuckle as she clutches his gift to her chest with one hand and shoves at a bike for Bo with the other. It’s the heaviest gift and the only reason she’s making any progress is because she has werepup strength.

“Need some help?”

“No,” she says confidently, inching it along the floor.

Javi grabs Tallulah’s skateboard and sets it by the scooter. That’s when there’s the sharp sound of glass breaking behind him.

“Oh no!” Astrid whimpers.

He turns around to see her kneeling by his gift, which she must have dropped. Her face crumples as she starts to cry.

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, moving to embrace her. “Accidents happen.”

The sound of her tears hastens you from where you’d sequestered yourself in the bedroom while they played Santa. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I dropped Javi’s present and…” But she’s sobbing too hard for the rest of the sentence to be intelligible.

You crouch next to her and Javi, gently picking up the still-wrapped gift, which tinkles softly as it’s moved. “This isn’t a big deal,” you reassure, stroking her hair.

She clenches her fists, eyes now angry and amber, as she grinds out, “I can’t even be a good elf! I can’t be good at anything!”

Javi’s heart aches at this self-condemnation.

You cup her cheeks. “That’s a really hard thing to feel, that you’re not good enough. And, even if you feel that way, it doesn’t make it true.”

“I just wanted to be a good elf!”

“But you are, mi amor! Look at how organized everything is.” He gestures at the piles of presents. “We’re going to have a very stable stack under the tree where nobody feels left out. That’s something you’re very good at: making everyone feel included.”

She turns those wet, golden eyes to him, hope slowly seeping into them. “I guess that’s true. I do that at school, too. If somebody’s sitting alone, I’ll sit with them so they don’t feel lonely.”

You smile warmly at her. “You have a very kind heart.” Then, you hold up the gift. “And this isn’t ruined, sweetie. The most important part isn’t what broke. We can replace that part.”

Astrid wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve. “We can?”

“Of course.”

“But I wanted him to open it tonight,” she sighs.

“Do you want him to peek now and then he can reopen it later?”

Astrid nods, turning to Javi. “But be careful, you don’t heal like we do if you cut yourself.”

“I’ll be careful,” he promises, setting the present down on the floor and gently opening it.

A lump forms in his throat. It’s a framed photo of the first group shot you, he, Tallulah, Bo, and Astrid took together during a day at the beach. The first picture of the five of you as a family.

“I love it!” he whispers hoarsely.

Astrid’s whole face lights up at his reaction and she locks her arms around his neck. “I’m glad it’s not ruined.”

He hugs her tightly. “You, your mama, Bo, and Tallulah being here is the greatest present I could ever have.”

She pulls back, making a face. “You sound like a Christmas movie dad.”

Javi chuckles, his hand finding yours and linking your fingers. “I do, don’t I?”

You wink at him and he grins.

Hopping to her feet, Astrid says, “It’ll be midnight soon, we gotta hurry!”

Javi nods, pushing himself up. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Do you want me to help?” you ask.

Astrid shakes her head. “Santa and Elf only.”

And thanks to her excellent direction and efforts, all the gifts are distributed around the tree two minutes before midnight.

“It’s so pretty!” she beams.

The brightly colored wrapping papers glimmer with the glow of the fire and the twinkle of the lights, and Javi has to agree— it really is pretty.

You stand, pulling your phone out of your pajama pocket. “Stand by the tree, you two, so we can document Santa and Elf’s fine work!”

Javi and Astrid stand by the tree, gesturing at it proudly.

“Can I go wake up Lulls and Bo now?” Astrid asks eagerly.

“You sure can!”

Giving up all stealth, Astrid bound up the stairs, flings open the kids’ bedroom door, and bellows, “IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

Javi wraps his arms around you. “You know I meant what I said, about you four being the greatest gift I could ask for.”

You lean into him. “The same goes for us, having you.” Then, your eyes drift to the tree with mild disapproval. “Maybe I should have told you that sooner, before you went overboard.”

He scoffs. “That wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“Not all of those things are going to fit in our apartment.”

He shrugs, unconcerned. “The overflow can stay at my place.”

Laughing, you give him a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Papá Noel.”

“Merry Christmas, mi luz,” he smiles. Then, a nagging question returns. “If werewolves are real, do you think Santa is, too?”

- - -

Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: Papá Noel - Santa Claus/Father Christmas Three Kings - the Three Wise Men from the birth story of Jesus; in many places in Spain, they bring gifts to children on January 6 and are celebrated with feasts and festivals niños - kids mi amor - my love mi luz - my light entremeses - Spanish charcuterie board, with foods like sausages, cheeses, pickles

Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

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[thewayofthemandalorian]

just us together - oneshot

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: When your boyfriend Javi is overworked, you take him away from all the stress of work, where the two of you can just be together.

Word count: 1,548

Notes: Just a little drabble. This wouldn’t leave me alone after I first put the idea in @ezrasbirdie​​​ inbox of whisking away Javi to swim with me. Also, I think we all deserve something nice. Written in the drafts so any wonkiness is mine.

Warnings: Age gap (older man/younger woman, not specified, but I’d put the age gap at anywhere between 7-10 years), established relationship, lots of kissing, fluff galore, mentions of sex, alcohol mention, authorities mention.

masterlist (main) || masterlist (javi gutierrez)

Without bothering to knock, you gently push open the door to your boyfriend Javi Gutiérrez's home office. In front of him sits a pile of paperwork that he’s poring over. You frown at the sight.

“Javi, baby,” you chide. He looks up, some of his dark brown curls that he’d just shoved a hand through falling into his eyes. “You’re always so busy.”

Striding across to him, you stand above him, the only time that you’re taller than him, and stroke his face. “You look beautiful today, mi amor. But, you always look beautiful.”

You lean down to kiss him before sitting down on his lap. “And you look tired, my love. When was the last time you had a break?”

Javi glances at his watch. “This morning.”

You tsk as you push some of his errant curls out of his eyes; he closes his eyes at your touch. He still doesn’t know how he got so lucky in finding you. You’d started as his assistant, but he’d quickly fallen for you. Your kindness and your sweetness a ray of sunshine in his life.

It didn’t surprise Javi at how quickly he fell for you; what surprised him was when you told him you felt the same. He’d been expecting a kind, gentle let-down from you, especially given that you’re younger than him by almost ten years. But when he had told you at dinner that one night six months ago that he saw you as much more than just an assistant to fill the clerical void that Gabriela had made when she left for America to go to school last fall, you’d just beamed. 

“Mr. Gutiérrez?” you’d breathed when he kept talking — rambling more like.

“Yes?” He had looked so nervous, you’d reached up and stroked his cheek gently. 

Heart pounding, you’d said, “Shut up and kiss me.”

Javi did as he told, filling you both with warmth as his mouth finally, finally brushed against yours. 

A lot more than his mouth brushed against you that night as he finally showed just how much he cared for you. 

And now, six months later, the two of you are happier than you’ve ever been. Except for now. “Your cousin is working you too hard, Javi. Does he not understand what figurehead means?” you ask. “Do you not know what figurehead means?” 

Javi shakes his head. “I know, amor. But Lucas is confident that he can make a new alliance with the Rodriguez family. He’s making a strong connection with Miguel.” He hates the lie he has to tell you, but the detectives had been quite clear not to tell anyone what he is actually doing.

You play with his hair. “And what, my love, does that have to do with you?” 

He just shrugs. “I’ve always been good at the paperwork side of it.”

You frown. “Since when does paperwork have anything to do with forming an alliance with another crime family?”

Javi gives another shrug. “Lucas likes to be well-prepared.” 

“Well Lucas can do it himself. Since he’s the actual head of the family. It’s a beautiful day, Javi.”

“Not half so beautiful as you, mi amor.” Javi presses a kiss to your jaw absently, keening a little when your nails scratch his scalp soothingly. His beard tingles against your skin. 

“Charmer,” you murmur before getting up off Javi’s lap. “Come on. It’s such a nice day. Lucas can do this himself if he wants it done so badly.” 

Javi hesitates for a minute, not wanting to fall behind on this, even if it’s mostly finished. But you look at him with such determination and such pleading in your expression. If there’s one person he hates disappointing more than anyone, it’s you. And you have a point. “All right,” he agrees. “Where are you kidnapping me away to?” 

“We’re going to the beach.” 

- - - -

It’s  autumn, meaning that tourist season has come to an end. Not that many tourists come to this part of Mallorca, since it’s privately owned by Javi. 

“Do we need anything?” Javi asks as you take him by the hand and lead him away from the idiotic paperwork. “Food or anything?”

You shake your head. “I have everything and it’s already in your boat.” 

Javi marvels at you. How did he get so lucky? He wonders if you saw what he has hidden away in the picnic basket that you prepared. Javi knows how he feels, knows how you feel. He wants to spend his life with you. 

Hand in hand you take him to his motorboat. Picnic basket and towels already seated on the rear seat of the boat. If you know what’s hidden in there, you give no indication. 

You’re already wearing your bathing suit beneath your sundress. Javi quickly gets into his, choosing his speedo instead of his trunks. When he comes back out from the poolhouse, his orange shirt, the one that you love so much on him, hardly has any buttons done up. “Let’s go,” he says. 

One of the many things you love about living on Javi’s compound is the privacy. Since it’s out of the way, no one knows about it. It’s just you and him for miles andd miles.

The sun warms your skin, though not as much as Javi’s touch does. You came  to Mallorca to get a job and to work on your Spanish. Falling in love had never been part of the plan. But looking at your beloved boyfriend now, you don’t think you want to stick to that original plan of yours. 

Helping Javi tie off the boat when you arrive at your destination, you take the picnic basket in one hand, placing the towels on top, and Javi’s hand in the other. 

Spreading out the towels, you set the picnic basket down. There’s plenty of time to eat, the afternoon is still young. And you have ulterior motives for bringing him out here besides just a day of fun in the sun. You have an idea, and you want to tell him away from the eavesdropping Lucas. The man who makes you so nervous and uncomfortable and makes Javi’s life a living hell. But first. “Let’s go swimming.”

Stripping off your sundress you feel Javi’s eyes on you. He loves you. And you love him. It still thrills you when he kisses you or gives you lingering looks. You break into a run and bound into the water, squealing as Javi grabs you from behind. You lean into his kiss. 

Idyllic. That’s how you’d describe today. You wouldn’t change a thing. 

“You know what I think, amor?” Javi asks as you swim. 

“What’s that?” 

“I think that you are a siren, here only to call me away. And you know what else?” he asks. “It is working.” 

You swim towards him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. “Yes, Javi. That was my plan all along.” 

Once you’ve had your fill of swimming (for the time being. Both you and Javi never truly have enough of swimming), you sun yourselves on the towels you have spread out. “This is nice, mi amor. Thank you for doing this, pulling me away from the paperwork.” 

Now or never, you suppose. Taking a fortifying sip of wine that Javi had poured for you, you say, “Run away with me.” 

Javi blinks. “What?” 

“I just... I want to be with you. And Lucas is dangerous. You’ve said that yourself. We have moneyy. We can go anywhere we want. I just want to be with you. It doesn’t matter where. It just... maybe shouldn’t be here if Lucas is here.”

You watch him as he processes what you’ve just said. He takes your hands in his. “I have to tell you something, mi armor.”

So he tells you about what his paperwork really is. How he’s turning Lucas in to the authorities, dismantling the family from within. “Because, sol... you are my family. No one else matters to me but you. I want this to be our home. Our home. And...” He bites his lip nervously. 

Pulling free one of your hands, you bring it up to cup his cheek. “And?” you repeat. 

“It’s too soon and we have not discussed it...” 

Javi’s beginning to ramble, as he does when he’s nervous. “Javi. Baby. What is it?” you ask. 

“I want you to be my wife,” he says. 

It’s your turn to blink. “Javi...are you asking what I think you are? Because you already know what my answer is, what it’s always been.” 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We don’t have to go anywhere, or we can go wherever you want. I just want you.” 

You nod, kissing him. “I’ll marry you. I’ll help you. I’ll do anything you need me to.” 

Javi’s grin outshines the sun as he kisses your face. “Right now, amor, all I need is you. And to show you just how much I love you.” 

You were thankful before for the privacy of Javi’s beach, but now, you’re extra thankful for it. 

You don’t return to the compound until after dark, fortified with your plans, with your love, with Javi, anxious and excited for what is to come.

The End

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[for-a-longlongtime]

Sunday Fan Fic Poll Time

Alright, let’s throw another poll out there. Many authors have their own distinct style in how they present their stories. So this one is about pairings and points of view!

Often fic will be written from the readers (your) perspective, but there are other options. Like third person: maybe an original character (she/her/they) whose name is used frequently, or perhaps an existing character like Anika (The Bubble), Gabriella (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent), Santiago or Benny (Triple Frontier).

Another third person POV is when PPCs (that’s Pedro Pascal Characters, for those of you new to fanfic) are in a crossover fic, such as Dieter/Marcus Moreno or Ezra/Joel - there are some outstanding fics out there that do this so well.

Regardless of a pairing, there’s a lot of fic that’s written from the PP Character point of view; you’re in Dave’s head experiencing the story, or finding out how Marcus Pike feels about the person he’s with (he’ll probably will want to move in together soon 🙃). Maybe you prefer that instead of a reader POV? Or a switch between Frankie and reader’s perspective to find out how they both feel?

I know this is a broad question, but I’m really really curious what YOU like and want to read more of.

(Note: I meant to write second person POV - not first - for the reader option below, but can’t edit it anymore)

Please feel free to reblog, would love to get a lot of opinions!

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[writeforfandoms]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love. 💖

Lauren!! Oh I love this. Okay! Let's see... (I was gonna say Merry Go Round but I'm pretty sure everyone is sick of that story so let's pick some newcomers.)

Tangled Up - I just love this story. It started out as just for fun and has evolved from there into something with actual plot and problems and a whole world. Literally, I have built an entire world with like ten different PP characters from this fic.

Lavenders Blue - I started writing this before TUWOMT came out, and I love how it turned out. I love a good fairytale, and I seemingly cannot resist mashing two things together, so. Javi G as a fairytale prince.

When Legends Rise - Despite the fact that I am not the biggest fan of Dave, I actually like how this story turned out. It was a fun challenge.

The Phoenix - This was my first time writing for Marcus M, and it's a post-apocalyptic world, which I love. So. It was a lot of fun to write and I still quite enjoy it. Still playing around with the idea of making it into a proper 'verse.

Blue Skies - I thought I would never write for Dieter. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to. And then this happened. Because dragons.

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[oonajaeadira]

Get to Know You Tag Game

!!! Thank you for the tags and the shout outs, @thosewickedlovelies​​ and @thirstworldproblemss​​!!!!

Rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

fave color: lemon yellow. It makes me happy. Also a big fan of teal, peach, lavender, baby pink...I’m more into pastels than I really want anyone to believe.

currently reading: Fic fic fic. Also:

last series: (current) Moon Knight, THANKS OFR THE OBSESSION, @songsformonkeys​​. (last series finished) Our Flag Means Death

last movie: Guarding Tess. Gearing up for TUWOMT

sweet, spicy or savoury: All. All together if I can get it. I just went through the Wendy’s drive through yesterday and they had a hot honey chicken sammich? Devoured it.

coffee or tea: Both! Ice coffee any time of day or year. Hot coffee in the mornings in fall/winter. Hot tea in the evenings fall/winter and iced tea in the summer afternoons.

three ships: They came sailing in on Christmas Day in the morning. But really, they’re all my own. Sunday x Javi G, Pats x Preciosa, Dieter x Baby Cakes right now.

first ever ship(s): First I can remember getting really into was Ranma Saotome x Akane Tendo

currently working on: PATS Truth or Dare: Unblurring the Lines pt. 2. I’ll Never Fall In Love Again: Scene 3: (untitled backstory). A Star Wars parody about when George Lucas met Alec Guinness (performance, not fic).

fave piece of clothing: For months it’s been my wooly socks. Like, I don’t care what I’m wearing, I just want my feet trapped in pillows of fuzzy, warm goodness. Like, sometimes it’s what gets me out of bed in the morning, knowing after my shower I get to put on thick socks and let my feet get all cozy. It’s like, if my feet are good, it translates all the way up and gets me through the day.

comfort food: I’m a fast-food junkie (srsly, ask me my go-to order at just about any chain, I’m terrible). But I love tacos, ramen, sushi, llapangachos, bratwurst, chicken tikka masala, dumplings of just about any kind, har gow, tiramisu, ice cream, brownies, warm hard boiled egg on avacado toast, rice bowls, poke bowls, tamales, caprese salad....lemme know if you need more. I can list food all damn day. Did I say tacos? Tacos. Oh and macarons! AND CHEESE.

fave time of year: Autumn. Fresh cool air, leaves above, leaves below, leaves coming from above to go to below, moon through bare branches, sweaters and leggings and boots, spooky season.

fave fanfiction: Pedro boy fanfic. Give me it.

Tagging: I’ve been popping in and out recently so forgive me if you’ve already done this and I didn’t see it: @feathersandfoxtails​​ @beecastle​​ @writeforfandoms​​ @songsformonkeys​​ @grogusmum​​ @leslie-lyman​​ @insomniamamma​​ @honestly-shite​​ @littlemisspascal​​ @ezrasbirdie​​

#tag games

[thesmutbasement]

Welcome to Butt Stuff: Anal, anal, anal...

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL author warnings when you click a link.

Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Roses (Notes on Tutoring interlude) by @honestly-shite (Okay but for real… NoT Dave already owns my pussy, and now I’m going to give him the back door, too. Hot, hot, HOT!! -Claire)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Ashore by @gaiuswrites (Butt stuff, but make it ✨poetic✨. This is a continuation of Open Waters and if you’re unsure of Frankie this is bound to change your mind. If you’re already a fan like Lauren then you’ll still enjoy this… Claire’s notes: 😳🥴🥵 Jesus fucking Christ that was hot, I think I’m crying from how hot that was. Yup, crying from hotness. Well done!)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Virgin Territory by @pintsizemama (This is one of the filthiest, sexiest, most explicit, most lighthearted "first time anal" scenes I have ever read, and it's... WOW. Just so freaking good. Like, Javi takes care of Ari in a way that's full of respect and good humor. I loved the banter and the sexiness of the first time. HOT! -Claire)

Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Pegging Headcannon by @danidrabbles (Look you know the headcannon is good when Dani can make me feel all hot and bothered in 5 sentences. It’s true and keep an eye out because there might be more. 🔥) - Lauren

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle)

The Laundry Room by @lowlights (This one really got me feeling some type of way. A jealous kind of way that this isn’t my life. Husband Jack isn’t going to clean up our house and then let me peg him after he does the laundry. This is domestic filth and it is GOOD. Still envious, but I can dream.) - Lauren

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Am I? by @whataperfectwasteoftime ("Anal, but make it soft" and Penny definitely delivers! This is her Born To Run'verse Marcus doing first-time anal with that lovely Dom action, superb aftercare, and even a deep conversation afterwards about what they each get out of the Dom/sub dynamic. I think I'm in love!!! -Claire)

To be continued...

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

[princessbatears]

Union - Chapter 8

Casa Werewolf Series #8

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Before you and Javi can progress in your relationship further, you have to say a goodbye Warnings: we’ve hit lime territory folks, sexual foreplay (but no written full sex/smut), nudity, sexual arousal, language, minor alcohol use, mention of post-pregnancy body changes, mild spoilers for TUWOMT, parental anxiety, panic attack, grief over the loss of a spouse Words: 3.3k

Your extremities are tingling with adrenaline as the question “Does the paparazzi take pictures of you?” comes out of your mouth.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, have there been photos of you? Your children? Could someone out there be looking into your family? Somehow discover your secret? Why did you ever think you could date a billionaire? Especially one with an actor brother? You never even considered the paparazzi!

What the hell is wrong with you? How could you let your hormones just take over and throw all sense out the window? Now you’re falling in love with a man who can get your family killed!

Your Wolf claws at your chest, a torrent of rage, fear and hurt over how this could actually be the end of everything you’ve worked so hard to create.

“No, no; no paparazzi,” Javi’s saying, his hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes. “Hey, you’re okay. Focus on me and breathe. You’re safe. They’re safe. Just breathe.”

His touch and his words break through the panic and settle the Wolf a little. Realizing your irises are probably yellow, you close them and focus on inhaling through your nose and out your mouth.

He wraps an arm around your middle, murmuring, “Keep your eyes closed. I’ll find us somewhere to sit.” And he quickly guides you out of the queue and down the sidewalk, occasionally saying, “Perdón,” to anyone you cut in front of.

The way he uses quiet assertion to get you elsewhere further calms you. Soon, you’re seated on a bench. He sits next to you, the comforting warmth of his hip and thigh against yours.

“Is this better?” Javi asks, lightly stroking your arm.

“Yeah,” you exhale, opening your eyes. “Are they normal?”

“Close enough. I am so sorry about the tabloid. I should have warned you that you might see him on them sometimes. But they don’t care about me. I mean, a few years ago I had some success with a movie script of mine, but that died down pretty quickly. And it taught me that I prefer being behind the scenes instead of the spotlight.”

You hug yourself, visions of a photo of your family in the newspaper still haunting you. “They’re good at their jobs and you might not know they’re following you!”

His expression and voice are gentle. “As flattered as I am that you think me worthy of following, I assure you that nobody cares about me around here except that I employ many of people in my company and occasionally throw a great party. You and me, we’ve gone out and about multiple times, but have we ever once been approached by someone who seemed the least bit interested in us?”

“I guess not…” That does reassure you. And the Wolf reminds you that it’s unlikely someone could stalk you without her notice.

“Mi luz, I value my privacy and safety very highly, and I value you and the niños’ even more. I swear, I would not put you in a situation where people would be taking photos of you, even at your most human.”

Of course he wouldn’t. He’s bent over backwards to make you and the children safe and comfortable.

Embarrassment floods you as you realize just how much you overreacted. He must be so tired of dealing with your freak-outs.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you moan, covering your face with your hands. “I panicked. Again.”

His lips press against your temple. “Of course you did. It’s what’s kept you alive all these years, being hyper-vigilant. I don’t blame you for worrying. And, when David does come to the island, he’s mostly ignored because everyone around here thinks of him as my little brother.”

There’s a twitch of a smirk that can only come from an older sibling one-upping the younger ones, and it makes you laugh a little. “No wonder he doesn’t live here, with that kind of chain around his neck.”

Javi hisses in mock pain. “You’re as vicious as Tallulah.”

It’s your turn to smirk. “She has to get it from somewhere.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“For what? My family nearly giving you a heart attack?”

“No,” you smile. “For not being angry with me for my reaction. And for helping me get somewhere less crowded so I could calm down. It’s been a really long time since I could trust someone to do that.”

He nuzzles your hair with his cheek. “I’m honored to be that person.”

It’s then that you register a thought you had in the midst of your anxiety. As you consider it, the feeling spreads through you and your Wolf. Beautiful, terrifying, foreign yet familiar: the beginning of love.

- - -

It’s so easy to integrate Javi into your lives. Over the next several weeks, a routine develops that causes everyone in your family to flourish.

You and he do regular day dates while the children are at school, talking, eating delicious food, and kissing every chance you get. He even gives you a peek into his Nicolas Cage shrine, which is somehow endearingly disturbing.

Often, he comes for supper to spend time with the children, and, every Friday, he has you all over for a pizza and movie night.

Making frequent visits to Javi’s home, you get to know his core staff. Nina, the cook, is a warm grandmotherly figure, always making sure your insatiable children have plenty to eat. Reina, the head housekeeper, is infinitely patient when a wild moment causes a mess. The head of security, Placido, made you nervous at first, his dark eyes always watching. But, thankfully, there are no werewolf incidents and he turns out to be incredibly sweet behind that intimidating exterior.

Possibly your favorite part of being with your new boyfriend is watching him with your babies, both in human and Wolf form. He’s got great parental instincts, knowing how to both encourage and redirect. They thrive under his attention.

He gets to experience every phase of the moon, from the wild full moon, to the quiet new moon when your Wolves sleep and your energy is lower, and then back to the full moon.

There’s a second stay at the safe house. The pups don’t catch anything these nights, either, but they’re getting closer and you’re so proud of them!

As much as you desire to be sexually intimate with Javi, you’ve needed time to get used to being romantically involved with another man before becoming too physical. You’re grateful for how readily Javi goes at your pace.

It’s during the next new moon, as you sit with the quiet of the sleeping Wolf, that you understand how to take the next step.

You lift your favorite photo of Ivan off the wall, all three little babies cradled in his arms, and sit down with it. You lightly trace the planes of his beloved face with the tip of your finger.

“Hello, sweetheart,” you murmur. It’s been a long time since you’ve talked aloud to him like this. You always feel a little bit silly, and comforted, too. “I’ve met someone. Javi. You’d like him. He’s warm and sweet and funny. And a human.”

A beat of silence as a complicated mixture of emotions threaten to overwhelm you.

“I never thought I’d feel secure again after you died. Or able to love another man,” your voice cracks. “But I feel safe with him. And I love him. He’s so solid and accepting. The kids adore him and he has already stepped up as a father.”

A lump forms in your throat, only easing when you let yourself cry. “I’ll always love you. And it’s time for me and our babies to start a new chapter.”

The cleansing tears last for a long time. When you’re finally empty of them, you feel much lighter. A weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying has lifted.

You’re returning the photo to its rightful place on the wall when your cell rings. It’s Javi. Smiling, you answer, “Hey, Javi.”

“Are you sick?” he immediately fusses, hearing the roughness of your voice.

“No,” you sigh, sinking back into the chair. “I needed a good cry.”

“Do you want me to come over? I can bring you food. And I’ll pick up the children from school so you can rest.”

Closing your eyes, you smile, loving how he wants to help. “I'm all right, but thanks. Stay on the phone with me for a while, though?”

“Of course. Tell me what’s made you upset.”

“I’m not upset, exactly. I was telling Ivan about you. And saying a new kind of goodbye to him.”

Javi hums gently, letting you know he’s listening.

“Now that you’ve come into my life, it was time for me to give myself permission to make room for you in my heart. I know that he wouldn’t have wanted me to be alone for the rest of my life. Hell, he’d probably be upset I waited as long as I did. But… I think I was waiting for you.”

“I was waiting for you, too,” he says certainly. “And it’s well worth it.”

You close your eyes, letting his words wash over you like a sweet breeze.

“We still on for supper and a movie at my place tonight?”

“A low-key, comfy night is exactly what I need.”

“And you shall have it!”

Javi keeps that promise. Takeout pizza in the media room to watch The Croods. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Javi’s choice, despite being a Nic Cage movie. It was Tallulah’s turn to pick.

All five of you pile on one of the big, leather sofas. Javi on one end, you on the other. Astrid crawls into his lap about ten minutes into it, snuggling happily against his chest.

The movie’s a hit with the kiddos, who think it’s absolutely hysterical. But it’s a Friday night and the new moon with lots of pizza in their bellies. Not even a funny movie can keep them from falling asleep two-thirds of the way through.

“They are out,” Javi chuckles, lightly patting Bo’s back.

You brush some hair off Tallulah’s temple before kissing it. She doesn’t stir.

"Would it be all right if we sleep here tonight? I'd rather not wake them up too much when they obviously need sleep." It shows just how far you've come in your relationship with him that you don't hesitate to ask.

He brightens. “Of course.”

You and he carry the kids upstairs to a guest suite of rooms. The girls go in one room together since they’re not used to sleeping apart and Bo goes in another. There’s a third for you to use. You wake them up just enough to brush their teeth with spare toothbrushes and explain the situation before they collapse into the beds.

“Would you like to retire, too?” Javi asks as you close the door to Bo’s room.

“I’m not quite ready yet.”

The two of you return to the entertainment room where he pours glasses of wine. You snuggle up to him with a contented sigh. “I think, if you’re comfortable, I’d like to tell them about us soon. I know it’s only been six weeks, but, as far as I’m concerned, this is going very well.”

Javi gently rubs your neck with one large hand. His expression is pensive, though, which wasn’t what you were expecting. And you have no access to your heightened senses to feel him out.

“You don’t think so?” Nervousness colors your voice. You’d been so sure he’d be happy about this.

He gives you a quick smile. “I think you are everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s just… I don’t know if the niños are ready to hear about us.”

Your heart is returning from your stomach to its proper place, but you’re still surprised by this thought of his. “What makes you say that?”

Blowing out his breath, he shrugs. “During the full moon, when I took Tallulah and Bo here to feed Marci, we had a conversation. You and Ivan came up, and Tallulah seemed very attached to the love her parents had for each other.”

You squeeze his fingers lightly. “It’s sweet of you to be concerned about her feelings. And it’s true that she is comforted by the story. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t tell them, though. We can help them with the adjustment.”

Javi sighs, nodding. “Yeah, I guess.”

It’s not like him to be so wary. “Is that all that’s bothering you?”

Not meeting your gaze, he says, “I’m a little envious of how much she still wants you and him to be together. Which I know makes me a total piece of shit! But I'm scared she’ll never see me as a papa. That none of them will.”

You set down your wine glass so you can wrap both arms around him, compassion filling you. “Worrying about that doesn’t make you a piece of shit, Javi. It just makes you a person. It’s complicated being involved with our situation, even without the lycanthropy. And you have handled everything with more grace than I could have ever dreamed. You’re allowed to have insecurities sometimes, like everyone else.”

“But they’re just little children! It’s not their job to bolster my emotions.”

“No, it’s not. But that doesn't mean they won't trigger you. Welcome to parenthood,” you chuckle as you press a kiss to his cheek. “Look, I can’t promise that they’re going to be okay with us dating. It might be turbulent for a while. But I'm confident they'll come around because they already love you so much as our friend. If you need more time before we tell them, that's okay. I can wait.

He sighs again, leaning his forehead against yours. “I don't want to keep us a secret anymore. Can we come up with what we’ll say first, though?”

“Of course. And we can run through scenarios, too. Lord knows I practice in the mirror sometimes.”

This makes him smile. His rich brown eyes look directly into yours. “I love you.”

A cascade of feelings and sensations explode through your body like fireworks. For a split second, you’re afraid you’re going to bolt or panic, but that reaction passes in another heart beat.

You smile, kissing him softly, before whispering, “I love you, too, Javi Gutierrez.”

Javi radiates with joy, giving you a very passionate kiss. His hands cup your face in the way you adore so much, as if he’s making sure you don’t go anywhere. His solidness, the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his wine-soaked tongue in your mouth, the growing hardness you feel in his pants, all of it arouses you.

When you both break for breath, you ask, “Could we go to your room for a while?”

“Are you sure?.”

You smile. “I’m sure. I love you. And I’d like the first time with you, a human, to be with me when I’m nearly human. It feels very sweet.”

Javi kisses the end of your nose. “I look forward to exploring all aspects of you, starting with the almost human.”

After making sure the kids are still fast asleep, you go with Javi to his bedroom. He’s quick to put on some mood lighting and music. You unmake the bed. “You have more decorative pillows than any man I’ve ever known,” you tease, piling them on the window seat nearby.

“Ambiance is important,” he says primly.

“I like it.” He cares about everything in his life, from the people to his possessions.

Butterflies flutter in your belly as you begin to remove your top. Will he like what he sees? Will you know how to do it with someone new after all this time?

Javi steps over to you, his hands resting on yours to halt your movements. “May I?” The softness of his voice and the love in his eyes quiet your nerves.

“Yes.”

Slowly, savoringly, he pulls your shirt off. He kisses each shoulder once its bare, his fingers massaging your back. His lips move down the slope of your right breast while he unhooks your bra with a fluid motion. A moan escapes you as he lightly flicks your nipple with his tongue.

Then, both his mouth and his hands move lower. He trails kisses over your stomach, unbuttoning your pants as he does so. He pushes them, along with your panties, down your hips. All self-consciousness about your body goes out the window as he makes love to every curve and stretch mark he can find.

You’re so lost in the electricity spreading across your skin and the heat building inside your core that you don’t register the words he’s saying until he speaks a little louder, “Mi amor, will you lift your foot?”

That’s when you realize you have to step out of your clothes. With a sheepish giggle, you do so, almost stumbling on shaky knees.

He grabs you by the waist. “Are you all right?”

“I’m realizing just how long it’s been since I had sex. And my brain’s scrambling from how good this feels.”

A low, primal sound comes from him. It immediately heats the fire in your belly. “A woman like you deserves to feel incredible things very often.” Taking your hand, he leads you to the bed, where he proceeds to prove to you just how much he means that.

- - -

As you and Javi lay naked together in his bed, you try to recover from the earth-shattering climax you just experienced. Honestly, it could take days.

“The Wolf is going to be very pleased to find out I finally bedded you,” you smirk.

He asks playfully, “Is she?”

“She knew you were mate material the first day we met.”

“I knew I wanted to be with you from that first meeting, too.” He traces a finger along your side, making you squirm and giggle at the ticklish sensation. “What exactly does ‘mate’ mean to werewolves. Is it strictly sexual, or is it more like partner?”

“It means the person you create a life with. Traditionally, marry and have children with.” You try to sound neutral, not wanting to make him feel pressured.

He smiles. “I am definitely mate material.”

Since he seems open to the discussion, you ask, “Do you want your own children?”

Javi hesitates, like he’s afraid he’ll give the wrong answer.

“Be honest,” you encourage. You’d like more pups, but, if he doesn’t, you’re content with the three amazing ones you already have.

“I would, yes. I’d like to raise one from babyhood.”

“In full disclosure,” you chuckle, “if it’s with me, it might be more than one. Spontaneous multiples are extremely common with werewolf mothers.”

He grins. “I could handle twins or another set of triplets.”

“What about quadruplets? Ivan was the littlest of a quadruplet litter.”

His eyes go very wide at this, but then he laughs. “I am up for the challenge.”

You soften, stroking his cheek. “You really are, aren’t you?”

He turns his head so he can kiss your palm. “I was living so small before you came into my life. Now I’m alive with possibilities. Including seven children. Would ours be werewolves if I’m not one?”

“Probably. It seems to be a dominant gene on the mother’s side, so female Wolves in mixed couples often give birth to Wolf kids. When it’s the father who’s a Wolf, it’s not as common.”

“It’s a good thing you’re the Wolf, then,” he purrs. “Because I’m becoming quite addicted to having puppy-children.”

You can’t help pouncing on him again at this statement, entirely turned on by how much he loves all of you.

- - -

Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: perdón - excuse me mi luz - my light mi amor - my love niños - kids

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[princessbatears]

Wannabe Father - Chapter 7

Casa Werewolf Series #7

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: A comment has Javi questioning if he'll ever be a real dad to your kiddos Warnings: mention of blood, discussion of hunting for food as werewolves, discussion of killing animals, sexual arousal, language, discussion of dead parent Words: 3k

A few hours after you take the children out to hunt, there’s a soft knock on the front door. Javi quickly turns off the movie he’d been watching and goes to peer out the curtains of the front window. He sees your large silhouette on the porch.

Quickly, he unlocks and opens the door. Bo, Tallulah and Astrid are asleep, cradled to your chest in one long arm. You smile at him and, even though the shape of it is different, it’s still unmistakably your smile.

“Did it go well?” he asks softly. He’s already learned that ‘yes’ and ‘no’ questions are the easiest way of communicating.

You nod, eyes shining proudly. Then, you enter the house on three legs and head to the living room. He follows.

Gently, you set each puppy on the sofa, snuggling them together. Bo sighs, his arms tugging Tallulah instinctively closer in his sleep. Astrid shoves her face against Bo’s belly before lapsing into adorable little snores.

Javi chuckles. Is it really fair for such cute kids to be allowed to turn into equally cute puppies?

You make a soft “roo” sound, catching his attention. When he looks at you, you’re rubbing your stomach with one hand and using your other to mime eating. Then, you point at the door.

“You’re still hungry and need to get more food?” he guesses. Moms are often the last to get to eat and it’d track that you’re the same even as a Wolf.

You nod before gesturing at him and then the pile of kids.

“I can watch them,” he agrees eagerly, both because he’s happy to and because he knows what trust you’re placing in him.

Relieved, you give his cheek a lick before walking back to the door. He sees you glance behind you once before shutting it and disappearing again into the night.

After locking the door again, Javi grabs a throw blanket from the back of the sofa, which he lightly drapes over the pups. Then, he sits by them to watch them sleep.

The shock of being around werewolves has thankfully fully worn off. Now, he's just fascinated. Lightly, he touches one of Bo’s front paws. Or are they hands? The long human-like fingers are covered in fur and have claws instead of nails, so he’s not sure what that makes them.

It’s amazing to him that these pups, who are about the size of a small Spaniel dog, will grow into a creature as huge as you. He’s still blown-away by how incredible you are in Wolf form. The size of a bear, but with all the elegance and grace of a jungle cat.

Astrid stretches, eyes blinking open. She looks around, forehead crinkling with confusion. Pushing herself up on her front paw, she scans the room, worry growing when she can’t spot you.

Javi runs a hand down her ruff, cooing, “It’s okay, Astrid. Mama’s gone to get herself some supper, but she’ll be back soon. Until then, I’m here. You’re safe.”

She looks up at him, trembling slightly. He’s not surprised his words don’t comfort her. She’s been left in a strange place with someone she doesn’t truly know that well.

But, to his surprise, she crawls over Bo and into his lap. She curls up, back against his stomach, and rests her chin on his right wrist.

A warmth expands through his chest, making him feel emotional. With his free hand, he caresses her coat. “You can just rest right here, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Soon, her shivering stops and her breathing deepens with sleep again.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head. How did he get to be the one who’s been blessed with the privilege and responsibility of knowing about you all? To learn the world is far more magical than he ever guessed?

He’s not sure how long he sits there, soaking it all in, but, eventually, he hears a knock on the door again. None of the puppies stir at the sound, so completely exhausted from their exciting evening.

Gently setting Astrid back with the others, Javi stands. He once again double-checks that it is indeed you before letting you in.

“Find something to eat?” he asks, lightly touching your back after locking the door.

You nod, smiling at him. He notices that the fur on your face, ruff, and chest are wet, like you'd stuck your top half the nearby river. Were you catching fish?

And, maybe it’s just the low light of the lamps, but there’s some pink tinging the light grey parts on your muzzle. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

You shake your head.

Well, that’s a relief. It must be blood from your meal. “You’re wet, let me get you a towel.” The night might be warm, but he doesn’t want you to get chilled.

Jogging up the stairs to the linen closet, he grabs a few spare towels. Oddly, he doesn’t feel weird about the bloodstains from whatever animal you killed, which makes him proud of himself. He's cut out to be a werewolf’s boyfriend!

When he returns downstairs, he finds you sitting by the couch, tendering grooming the snoozing kiddos with your tongue. “Is it okay if I dry you off a bit?”

You glance at him, nodding, before refocusing on cleaning Tallulah’s neck.

Javi comes up behind you and begins to rub your ruff and head with the towel. You shift your weight slightly, leaning your side against him. He smiles, moving his ministrations to your chest. For once in his life, he doesn’t feel like he needs to fill the silence with words, letting the peaceful sounds of you tending to your pups and him tending you be enough.

The next morning, Javi purposefully wakes early, wanting to make breakfast for the family. He’s dismayed to find you already in the kitchen, slicing some crusty bread.

“¡Hola, buenas!” you smile at him. Maybe it’s his imagination, but he swears he can see the Wolf in your eyes, even though your irises are the normal human color. There’s something extra energetic about them, about you.

“I was going to make you breakfast, but it seems you beat me to it.” He joins you at the counter.

You shrug. “I don’t sleep much during the full moon. But it was very sweet of you to want to.” Then, you give him a kiss. It’s not the little peck he expected; rather, a quick but thorough exploration of his mouth that ends with you biting his lower lip in a way that almost has his knees giving out.

Giggling at his stunned reaction, you return to cutting bread. “The kids like tostada con tomate for breakfast. Would you like some?”

Managing to yank a few brain cells in the direction of your question, he says, “Please. Can I help?”

“If there’s sliced meat, will you grab it? If not, we can make fried eggs for the top. The toast itself isn’t enough for them.”

Javi opens the refrigerator and finds ham slices. “We’ve got ham.” After setting the butcher paper-wrapped meat next to you, he grabs the coffee beans. “Do you drink coffee?”

You crinkle your nose cutely. “Not if it’s torrefacto beans. Too bitter.”

He only has torrefacto coffee beans, but he makes a note to get beans roasted without sugar. “We could go to a bar after dropping the kids off, get some coffee you like. More breakfast if you need it”

You put the a dozen slices of bread on a pan, then slide it into the oven to toast. “I’d love some coffee, but I probably won’t be eating any food until I hunt again tonight. My nightly meals are pretty giant.”

“So, you found enough to eat, then?” he asks, trying to be tactful and not just bombard you with a bunch of questions about hunting.

“I did. The kids had some mice and rabbits and I found myself a deer.”

“Bueno. Hey, why were you all wet? Did you try fishing in the river?”

You look a little sheepish. “I was cleaning myself up. There’s an… enthusiasm that takes over werewolves when they eat, so the bigger, bloodier animals make a mess.”

“Considering how messy my face and hands get with my favorite foods, I can’t blame you,” he laughs easily.

Looking at the window above the sink, you smile gratefully. “This area is perfect. Quiet, full of life, safe. Thank you again for letting us stay here.”

Javi puts his arms around your middle, breathing in the scent of your soap. “You can come here every full moon if you want.”

Your fingers push his bangs to the side, searching his face. “You’re really not scared of me.” It’s somewhere between a statement and a question.

He lightly brushes your lips with his own. “You are the most amazing being I’ve ever seen. Both woman and Wolf.”

Chuckling softly, you link your hands behind his neck, preparing to give him another one of those knock-out kisses.

But then you pause, listening, before pulling away. The loss of your body against his is excruciating. “I hear one of the kids up.”

Javi clears his throat, grateful he’s wearing loose shorts today. “Do you still need olive oil?

“I do,” you say in a tone that, if he didn’t see the speckles of amber in your eyes, would make him think you’re far more unaffected than he is. He’s thrilled to see you’re not.

He grabs the olive oil from a cupboard and sets it next to you. “Oh, I wanted to ask if it’s okay if the niños come to my house after school to feed Marci. If they still want to.” He hasn’t forgotten Talulah’s interest in the fish.

You smile. “Of course. I’ve got to get some work done, so would you be okay taking them without me?”

“Certainly!” Another major sign of trust.

A werewolf puppy comes skittering into the kitchen, legs flailing as it goes too fast on the hard floor. It only comes to a stop by slamming into Javi’s left calf.

It turns out to be Bo, who flops over on his back, belly in the air, and grins up at Javi.

“Bo, why aren’t you dressed?” you ask, barely looking at your son as you wash a tomato.

Bo paws at Javi’s foot and then stretches out farther. “Do you want a belly rub?” Javi chuckles, bending over to rub his chest and stomach like he would a dog’s.

Looking blissful, Bo goes limp, eyes half-closing.

“Bo, you need to get dressed,” you say firmly. “You can get more pets from Javi after school. Are your sisters awake?”

With a put-upon sigh, Bo gets to his feet. He shakes his head no in answer.

“Javi, I’m going to go get them moving. Will you finish making breakfast? The kids like tomatoes and olive oil in addition to ham.”

He smiles, happy he gets to make some of the food after all. “Consider it done.”

Javi stands on the step stool in front of Marci’s fish tank, holding Tallulah in his arms so she can reach the top. His big Oscar is bobbing at the surface of the water, eager for food.

“Okay, drop one piece in at a time,” he instructs.

Cupped in one of her hands are chopped fresh prawns. With her other, she drops a piece in. Marci sucks it up in her mouth.

“She ate it so fast!” Tallulah says in delight.

“I can’t see,” Bo moans forlornly from the floor.

“You’ll get a turn with her, chiquito,” Javi promises.

Earlier that afternoon, when the triplets had returned with you from school, he’d offered to bring them to feed Marci. Tallulah and Bo had jumped at the opportunity while Astrid had opted to stay at the safe house with you to paint her daily art prompt.

It’s been insightful to interact with the elder two siblings on their own. They’re more competitive with each other when it’s just them, and neither feels the need to take care of the other like they do Astrid.

Tallulah giggles as Marci swims excitedly around, awaiting each new morsel of food. “Bo acts that way when he smells supper.”

Bo chortles. “Food is the best.”

Javi chuckles, watching Marci spin in circles. “I always know she likes someone when she does that when they feed them.”

Face lighting up, Tallulah beams at the fish. “I like you, too, Marci!”

Once her hand is empty of prawn, Javi bends over to set her on the ground. “Go wash your hands.” Then, he lifts Bo, who is holding diced cucumber.

“One piece at a time.”

Bo does as instructed, grinning as Marci shows him the same eagerness over the vegetable. “She really is like me!”

“Told you!” Tallulah calls as she leaves the room to go to the bathroom.

“I thought fish ate fish food.”

“Fish food offers a balanced diet for a lot of fish, but Oscar fish require more variety or they get bored and stop eating. Kind of like if your mama only fed you the same food over and over forever.”

Bo dismisses this. “I could eat pizza every day, every meal forever!”

Tallulah still hasn’t returned by the time Bo’s done feeding Marci, so he and Javi go in search of her. “Tallulah?”

They hear her say enthusiastically, “You got a wall of pictures, too!”

She’s standing in a nearby hallway, looking at the gallery wall of Gutierrez family photos. She points at one of Javi and David during Christmas morning a few years ago. “You’re a twin!”

Javi smiles. “That’s my little brother, David. We’re not actually twins—he’s a few years younger—but we look a lot alike. I mean, I’m obviously more handsome with better hair.” He playfully tosses his head, making his waves bounce.

Tallulah frowns up at him with those child’s discerning eyes. “You have more wrinkles.”

Well, that’s a shot to the heart.

He’s saved from responding when Bo asks, “Is he a gazillionaire also?”

The family business and money are too complicated to explain, so Javi answers, “He’s an actor. He makes movies and TV shows.”

“What kind?”

“Probably nothing you’ve seen. Adult dramas and things.”

Both Tallulah and Bo make faces. “That’s boring,” Tallulah scoffs, jumping onto Bo’s back. She locks her legs around his waist and orders, “Run!”

Bo immediately charges along the hallway as they both shriek with laughter.

Javi smirks to himself. Wait until he tells David that the kids think he’s boring.

“Why don’t you got kids?” Tallulah asks as Bo makes another lap past him.

You’d probably be aghast that she asked him such an a question, but Javi knows it’s a sign that she feels comfortable with him. And he doesn’t mind answering. “I never found the right person to marry.”

Tired of carrying her around, Bo pushes Talullah off him. She easily lands on her feet. “You should get married. Mama says being married to Daddy was the best thing that ever happened to her.”

“Yeah, she got us!” Bo grins.

“And they were in love,” Tallulah huffs, like he totally missed the point.

A sharp pang of envy shoots through Javi at how attached Tallulah is to the idea of you and Ivan’s relationship.

Almost immediately, shame rises to join it. How could he even allow himself to feel threatened by it? She’s a young girl grieving her father; not a little kid in a movie who meets a nice neighbor and immediately wants to set him up with her lonely mother. He can’t expect them to immediately see him as a father, no matter how badly he wants it.

“Javi?” Both kids are looking up at him expectantly, like he missed something.

“Hmmm? Sorry, I spaced out,” he laughs lightly, trying to shove aside all the unpleasant feelings so he can enjoy this time.

The next morning, Javi joins you in dropping the kids off at school. You two are going on a little coffee date to one of your favorite spots that he hasn’t been to before.

“It’s lovely this morning,” you sigh, head tipped up towards the light, cool breeze.

“Fall is here,” Javi agrees, basking in how content you look and the way it feels to hold your hand as you walk to the café.

When you reach the café, there’s a long queue out the door. “I usually come a little earlier, before it gets this busy. Do you want to go somewhere else?” you ask.

“I don’t mind waiting. It’s beautiful outside and the company is even more beautiful.” He grins at you.

You duck your head slightly, smiling in that adorably bashful way of yours.

Before too long, the queue has the two of standing just outside the café. Right next to you is a newspaper stand, with a variety of newspapers, magazines and tabloids displayed.

Frowning, you lean towards one of the tabloids on a shelf. “Is that you?” You point in shock at a picture of a man that does look very much like him on the cover, holding hands with some supermodel.

Before he can correct you, you translate the Spanish headline aloud, “‘Dieter Bravo spotted with Destiny Raven.’” You turn to him curiously. “Is this your brother?”

He chuckles, nodding. “His stage name is Dieter Bravo. Occasionally, he ends up on tabloids.”

A look of horror comes over your face. “Are you on tabloids, too? Does the paparazzi take pictures of you?”

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Spanish Translations/Notes: mi amor - my love ¡Hola, buenas! - common casual greeting in Spain tostada con tomate - toasted bread with olive oil, grated tomato, and sometimes the addition of meat or eggs torrefacto coffee - traditional Spanish coffee has a very bitter flavor because the beans are coated in sugar before roasting, which results in burned sugar combining with the beans chiquito - affectionate term for a child

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Puppy Pile - Epilogue

Casa Werewolf Series #11

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: It's the first full moon you've gone out to hunt since giving birth Warnings: breastfeeding and pumping, mention of pregnancy, hunting animals for food as werewolves, brief discussion of bodily functions, mild gore, sexual desire between human and werewolf, chapter perspectives split in half between Reader and Javi Words: 2.5k A/N: We've reached the end of the story with Reader, Javi and the triplets. Many thanks to everyone who read, commented and encouraged me over the last few months! It's because of you that we made it to this final chapter 🥰🥰🥰

“Line them up by the sofa,” Javi tells Placido as they enter the safe house. Each man is holding two baby carriers, which they set down on the floor by the couch.

The four-month-old quadruplets are napping, having been lulled to sleep by the motion of the car.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help out while the missus takes the kiddos hunting?” Placido asks.

“I’ll be fine, but thanks.”

It’s the first full moon since the babies’ birth that you’re going to take Tallulah, Bo and Astrid hunting, which will leave Javi to tend them on his own. However, he’s taken care of all seven kids by himself before, so he’s confident in his ability to handle the little Wolf pups.

The front door opens again and Bo bounds in, carrying a couple of grocery bags as he sings a made-up song about snacks.

Placido heads out the door to help unload the rest of the supplies for the next three days.

Javi’s distracted by one of the two boys, Esteban, fussing softly and gently rocks the carrier with his foot until the baby quiets. He’s hoping to keep them all sleepy until everyone’s settled and they can be fed all at once.

Tallulah enters with the diaper bag and makes a beeline for the babies. She sets it down nearby before crouching in front of them. “Are they gonna be okay not having Mama to nurse them?” she asks worriedly. “They eat more often when they’re puppies.”

Smiling, Javi strokes her hair. “Mama’s made up lots of bottles, so they won’t run out of milk.”

She nods, reassured.

“Do you want to go help unload more things or rock them if they get fussy?” he asks.

“Rock them,” she beams.

He bends over to kiss her cheek before going out to the driveway.

You’re still sitting in the passenger’s seat of the SUV with the door open, fiddling with the wireless breast pumps in your bra.

“Is the one still being weird?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s wrong with it, so I think I’ll switch to the other ones next session.”

Javi holds out his hand to help you out of the car. You smile adoringly at him before giving him a kiss. “I’m excited to be back here.”

“It’ll be good for you to run free.”

“Is that too big?” Placido’s voice asks from the back of the vehicle.

“I can see,” Astrid says, appearing with a duffle bag in her arms. It’s debatable if that’s true, but she confidently walks towards the house.

Even though she’s still small for an almost ten-year-old, she’s gained a lot of confidence in the last year at the private school and it’s showing in all aspects of her life. Except maybe the adjustment of no longer being the littlest. But her insecurity is slowly waining as you and Javi show her that she’s loved just as much as she always has been.

After the remaining baby gear is hauled in, you give Placido a tight hug. “Thank you for you help.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he smiles. “I’m only a call away.”

Javi clasps his head of security’s hand before seeing him out the door.

The older children are seated by the baby carriers. Bo’s finger has been taken captive by Serena, who gnaws on it. He uses his other hand to stroke her hair gently. Tallulah is rocking Cesar and Esteban while they continue to sleep. Astrid tucks the blanket better around Rosa.

You lean against Javi and he slips his arm around you as the two of you watch your kids in blissful silence for a moment. He still can’t believe this is his life. That you’re his wife, that these are his kids.

Last year, instead of just moving in together, the two of you decided to elope. Barely a second later, you were pregnant. Javi's also in the process of getting the triplets Spanish citizenship so he can formally adopt them.

He’s brought out of his revelry when Serena gets tired of Bo’s finger and begins to whimper in a way that indicates a wail for food is imminent.

“You can use the fresh milk for two bottles,” you say, stepping into the kitchen to detach your pumps and prepare the bottles.

Javi quickly gets Serena out of her carrier as she begins to scream. He bounces her lightly and asks over the noise, “Do you have any homework to do before the moon rises?”

“I’ve got reading,” Bo sighs. “And math.”

“Me, too,” Tallulah says.

Astrid, a school year behind them, shakes her head. “Can I feed a baby?”

“Of course,” Javi smiles. “You can feed one that Mama won’t be nursing. I think that’s Cesar and Rosa.” You alternate which babies you breastfeed.

“Cesar,” she decides. “He farts less than Rosa.”

Soon, the oldest two are seated at the dining room table, doing their homework, and Astrid is snuggled between you and Javi while the babies are fed.

“I was thinking,” you begin, “about transforming a little early and going to hunt for myself first.”

Javi looks at you in surprise. You’ve never fed yourself first on a full moon.

Gaze on Serena and Esteban at your breasts, you continue, “I’m so hungry with feeding all these babies. I’ll do better the rest of the night if I’m full.”

He reaches over with his free hand to squeeze your knee, smiling at you proudly. “You shift as early as you want.”

You smile back, his encouragement helping you relax into the idea of taking care of yourself before anyone else.

“Are we still gonna go after hares?” Astrid asks excitedly.

“If we can find one, then yes,” you grin. “Remember, to catch something that fast, you’ll need to work as a team.”

The three siblings lock determined eyes with each other, silently forming their plan in a way only people who share a womb are capable of.

Once the babies have been fed and burped, you and Javi carry them upstairs. After laying them on the bed, you two undress them.

“Ready?” you ask, removing your own clothes.

“Yes.”

You shift into your Wolf form, which triggers the transformation of the babies into Wolves so tiny that he can hold them in one hand.

At this age, when werewolves are too young to do anything for themselves, their transformations are linked to their parents’. Once they begin to grow up and individuate themselves, around toddlerhood, you will no longer be like the moon to them and they’ll learn to regulate their own shifts.

There’s no doubt that will be a time of true insanity in the Gutierrez household.

You lean over the bed to lick each one of the pups, who are milk drunk and half-asleep. Then, you nudge them together into a pile before licking them all over again.

“They’ll be just fine,” Javi soothes, sensing your reluctance to leave.

With a heavy sigh and a slow nod, you back away from the bed.

“Have fun, mi luz!” he grins, pressing a kiss between your amber eyes. “Go run and jump and slay!”

This gets a wag out of you. You nuzzle his cheek before trotting out of the room with only one final glance at the quadruplets.

Javi calls to the triplets, “Will one of you please lock the door behind Mama?”

“Got it!” Bo yells back.

Then, Javi returns to the bed. He sits on it, lightly petting the round, full tummies of the puppies as they sleep. Having them is an incredible, exhausting, wild experience he’s so glad he didn’t miss out on.

As he watches over his babies, listening to the sounds of his older kids talking and laughing downstairs, his heart feels like it’s going to explode. And, much like the first full moon he experienced with you, he’s overwhelmed by how blessed he is to get to know about the magic in this world.

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In the early evening, you feast upon a buck in the fading light of the forest. The hunt had been much needed exhilaration after spending your forth trimester focused on resting your body and tending to your new babies.

Nailing down the logistics of now having four infants and three nine-year-olds has taken a lot of trial and error. While intensely challenging at times, it’s a process that’s brought you and Javi even closer together. You truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Even now, while there is some mild apprehension about leaving your tiny pups, you’re confident he can handle it.

Once you’ve had your fill, you lick your chops and lope the few miles back to the safe house with a quick pitstop at the river to wash up. It’s dark now and the full moon rises high above the trees.

Javi opens the door at your rap, smiling happily. You lightly bump your forehead to his before licking the end of his nose with your tongue. His face scrunches cutely.

”How was it?” he asks as you trot inside.

You wag your tail with a toothy grin as you head to the stairs with him behind you. The triplets, in Wolf form, are busy tussling in the living room. You’ll be back for them after you check on the babies.

The squeaks of young Wolf pups greet you as you pad into the master bedroom. They’re in the play pen now, squirming around together.

Bending over the pen, you nuzzle each of them, encouraging them to enjoy this time when their human side can rest and their animal can be dominant.

“They just had a feed, so they’ll probably be crashing soon,” Javi says, his hands caressing the fur on your back.

You turn to him, your mate and love, and rest your big head against his chest for a moment. He smells good, feels good.

He hugs your neck, letting out a sigh of longing that makes you determined to bed him tomorrow when the older kids are at school and the babies are napping.

A beat of this before he reluctantly lets you go. “You should go before it gets too late.”

You press your canine lips to his human ones before walking back downstairs to collect your little hunting pack.

A short yip gets their attention and they scramble to over excitedly. You lead them out into the cool air and towards a nearby field where the hares are most likely to be. If none are around, there are rabbits and moles.

Tonight, it’s Astrid’s turn to take the lead. She trots ahead, scenting the air. Her brother and sister flank her, with enough of a size difference between herself and them to look like her bodyguards. You bring up the rear, a few yards behind. This is their hunt, you’re only around for instruction and protection if required.

They’re surprisingly focused. Maybe feeding yourself first benefited them, too, by letting them get out their wiggles. Rats and birds are ignored in favor of the hope of hare.

After a while, you catch a whiff of one. So do your pups, and they pause. There’s not much wind tonight, allowing for the locating to be more accurate.

Then, they’re off! Astrid’s body language signals for Bo to go ahead since he’s got the most powerful legs and she replaces him as the left flank. She and Tallulah zoom after him.

You jog, keeping a distance that doesn’t encroach but still has them in your line of sight.

The brown hare knows it’s in danger, bounding across the field at an unbelievable speed. But little werewolves can run just as fast. The only advantage the hare has is its ability to turn on a dime. That’s why the pack hunting style is vital.

Bo is right on its heels, snapping at its tail. Astrid and Tallulah spread out on either side, ready to grab it if it changes directions.

The hare dashes to the right. When it sees Tallulah, it zigzags straight back, towards you. You quickly step out of the way so as not to impeded as Bo pushes himself to run even faster. His body is taught and low, long front paws throwing clumps of dirt up as his fingers dig into the ground with each stride.

Astrid might be slower because of her shorter limbs, but her ability to read body language and sense intention is incredible. It’s almost like she can predict what direction it’s going to go and is there to corral it closer to Bo again.

Tallulah’s agility is unmatched by the other two. She leaps over rocks, rolls to dodge and then springs back on her feet again, and uses the natural landscape around her to further her purpose.

As you follow behind, your chest swells. Ivan would be so proud to see how your pups have grown. So much of him is apparent in them, both as humans and Wolves.

It’s then that the hare makes a foolish error. Panicked by Tallulah leaping at it from atop a log, it spins to the left, right into Astrid’s path. She pounces before it can correct, snapping its neck. The other two join her as their feast begins, very well-earned.

After they’re done and you’ve taken them by the river to wash up, the four of you return to the safe house.

Javi lets you in, looking sleepy and unruffled, indicating an uneventful evening. “Did you get a hare?” he asks the kids.

They thump their tails and jump around him excitedly.

“Wonderful job, mis amores! I can’t wait to hear all about it tomorrow.” He gives them all kisses on their noses. Then, he turns to you to kiss your nose. “The babies did great. No problems.”

You lick his cheek before nodding at the stairs. The triplets race each other up them and you walk behind with Javi, who pets your ruff.

When you reach the master bedroom, the older children have already started the puppy pile on the bed. You lean down, scooping two of the sleeping babies up in each hand. Then, you lay down on one side of the bed, nestling them against your belly so they can feed if they wake up.

Finally, Javi collapses on the other side of the seven kids, his legs tangling up with yours. He smiles into your eyes before you rest your forehead against his, love and joy pulsing between you.

The End

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Second Skin - Chapter 6

Casa Werewolf Series #6

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: One of your children is NOT okay with Javi knowing you're werewolves Warnings: hunting animals for food, animal death, grief, fear of child and parental harm, fear of parental death, mention of sexual desire, brief discussion of a death threat, brief discussion of medical experimentation on people, including children, Javi realizes he might just be a monster fucker 😏 Words: 4.1k A/N: The last section of this chapter is about hunting animals for food as werewolves. There aren’t any graphic details or gore, but, if you’re at all bothered by this, you can skip this section without missing anything that will affect your understanding of the story going forward. 

As Tallulah, Bo and Astrid eat their post-school snack at the dining table, you sit down with them. “We’re going to do something a little different this full moon.”

Three pairs of big eyes turn to you curiously. “What?” Tallulah asks.

“You’re old enough to learn how to hunt, so we’re going to be staying at a house in the woods from Wednesday until Saturday. It’s private with nobody else around, and we can go out for some rabbits.”

The eyes grow even larger.

“Yes!” Bo’s arms flail, splattering some spicy tomato sauce on the floor from the patatas bravas on his fork.

“What if I can’t catch a rabbit?” Astrid immediately looks ready to cry.

You smile reassuringly. “It’s okay, it takes practice. It took me three months of full moons to catch my first meal.”

“I’m going to catch one this full moon,” Tallulah says confidently. She smiles sweetly at Astrid. “If you don’t get one, I’ll share.”

Astrid smiles back, anxiety lessening.

Bo’s still practically jumping out of his skin with excitement. “We just get to run around free?”

“You’ll need to stay very close to me, but yes!”

“Will we have to skip school?” Tallulah frowns, spooning more sauce on her potatoes.

“Nope. The house is on the island, too. We’ll just leave for school a little earlier. Which means we won’t be staying up all night.”

Tallulah nods, satisfied with this.

Bo whines before shoveling more potatoes in his mouth.

“Javi is lending us this house. He owns it, too,” you continue with a smile to convey as much confidence to them as possible as you share the next bit of news. “He knows about us and wants us to have a safe place to hunt.”

You’re not sure you’ve ever witnessed your children suddenly stop eating before, but they do now, staring at you in confused alarm.

“Did he see me?” Astrid breaks the silence, bottom lip trembling.

You take her hands in yours. “It turns out he did, but it’s okay, sweetheart. He’s not going to tell anyone.”

She’s not having it, though, and bursts into tears. “He saw me!” she wails.

Tallulah and Bo are also seconds away from crying. “How do you know he’s not going to tell?” Tallulah demands.

You grab one of each of their hands, cradling them in your own with Astrid’s. Your Wolf, already so close to the surface two days away from the full moon, takes as much command as she can without you shifting.

Her powerful calmness pulses from you into them and their Wolves as you say, “Two reasons. One, Javi actually realized that there was video of what happened from his security camera and deleted it. He cares about us, so he doesn’t want anything to happen to us. And, two, I can sense he means us no harm. My whole being, both Wolf and human, feels it.”

Bo's expression clears as he nods. “When I got found in his yard, I was real scared until he came to talk to me, and my Wolf felt a lot safer with him there. You like him, too, right?” He turns to Astrid, who’s starting to calm down.

She sniffles, nodding. “He doesn’t make my tummy tight.”

“I noticed you seemed very comfortable with him,” you smile.

But Tallulah is more upset now. “You said nobody can know!” Her tone is accusatory. “You said we can get hurt if humans know!”

You nod. “I did say that. And it’s still true, for the most part. But there are some humans who have it in them to know what we are without it being dangerous. I believe Javi’s one of them.”

She just shakes her head.

“It’s very understandable to be scared.” Bringing her hand to your lips, you promise, “All of me—the human part and the Wolf part—is keeping a very close eye on things. If I suspect we’re in danger, I’m going to take care of it. You’re my babies and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Tallulah’s intense eyes bore into yours, irises a vivid yellow. “What about you?!”

Your heart breaks for her. For all of them. You glance at the other two, who have grown more anxious again as Tallulah voicing this fear. They’ve already lost one parent. Of course they’re afraid of losing the other.

“Or me. Taking care of all of us is at the very top of my priority list. And choosing to trust Javi is part of that. He’s got access to things that can help us live better and safer.”

Getting out of her chair, Tallulah latches herself onto you, her face buried in your neck. “You can’t go anywhere!”

Lifting her onto your lap, you kiss her hair. “I will do my absolute best.”

- - -

On Wednesday afternoon, you follow the directions Javi gave you to his safe house. You’re incredibly relieved he allowed you to drive there. It’s just too soon to put your family in someone else’s hands completely during the full moon, even him.

It’s an old two-story house, nestled deep in the forest. Once you’ve parked the car next to a green Land Rover, you step outside. Even in the middle of the day, you can only hear the sounds of wildlife. Perfect.

The kids pile out just as the front door opens. Javi walks onto the porch, waving enthusiastically. “¡Hola!”

“Javi!” Bo charges up the steps and launches himself into Javi’s arms.

Javi laughs, squeezing him tightly as he lifts him off the ground.

Astrid’s quick to run to him, too, getting a giant hug and a twirl. She giggles, arms wrapping around his neck. “Are you gonna come hunting with us, too?”

“Alas, I do not think I can keep up.”

Tallulah’s made no move to greet Javi, arms crossed over her chest. She is still not convinced him knowing is a good idea. You’d prepared him for this, reassuring him that it had nothing to do with her and that she just needs some time and patience.

Javi smiles at her, walking down the steps with Bo in one arm and Astrid in the other. “How are you, Tallulah?”

“Fine,” she says shortly.

You open the back hatch of the car and begin pulling out overnight bags. “Will you each take your bag, please?”

Tallulah grabs hers. After Javi sets the other two down, they take theirs. You give him yours with a playful little wink that makes his heart rate jump, much to your pleasure. Then, you close up and lock the vehicle.

“Let’s get you settled before moon rise,” he says.

Bo charges into the house, Astrid following a little timidly. Tallulah, not wanting to be left behind, hurries after them.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make her more comfortable?” Javi whispers.

You press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just be yourself.”

He leads you inside, where Bo and Tallulah are exploring the dimly lit but spacious downstairs. Astrid has already been sidetracked by a pile of art supplies on the coffee table.

“Mama, look!” She grins, holding up a palette of washable watercolors and a big bundle of brushes. “I can do my prompts in paints!

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart!” You beam at her and then at Javi for being so thoughtful.

“What are your prompts?” Javi asks, looking pleased that she’s excited.

“Mama’s got an app on her phone of art prompts and I do one every day to practice. I brought crayons, but I like paints better.”

“I’ll remember that,” he says, running a hand affectionately over her hair.

“Mama, can I have a cookie?” Bo bellows from what must be the kitchen.

Astrid’s head swivels in that direction, expression greedy for sweets. “Can we?”

“Just because we’re at Javi’s doesn’t mean the rules have changed,” you say firmly. “Protein, fruit or veggies for snacks. Not sweets.”

There’s a collective grumble from across the first floor.

“I’ve got plenty of good snack options,” Javi reassures you seriously.

You smile at him to indicate you weren’t worried. How is he so fucking earnest and cute all the time? “Kids, let’s get settled, then we’ll eat.”

“Let me show you to your room,” he says. “I’m putting you all in the master. Biggest bed.” Initially, he’d offered for each of you to have your own rooms, but you’d explained about puppy piles. Not to mention, you doubt the kids would be comfortable on their own in an unfamiliar place.

He leads you up the stairs in the back of the house, each old well-loved wooden panel creaking a little. “Have you ever had to use this place as a safe house?” you ask.

“Only once, a few years ago. One of the threats on my life seemed a little more serious than just someone on Twitter hating me for being wealthy. I stayed here for three days until the person was apprehended.”

The idea of him in danger causes a soft growl to ripple out of you. “They’re lucky I wasn’t around then.” The Wolf threatens to push all the way out, but you somehow manage to keep her contained. There’s no doubt your eyes have changed, though.

Javi glances at you, his own eyes alight. You smell his sex hormones escalating, which just makes the Wolf more wound up. He’s into this side of you and that’s wildly exciting.

“Are we sleeping together?” Astrid’s nervous voice breaks the spell. It’s for the best, considering this is not the time for you to rip his clothes off.

Taking a steadying breath, you focus on your daughter. “Yes, we’ll puppy pile here, too.”

“Is Javi puppy piling with us?” she asks eagerly.

“How can he puppy pile?” Tallulah scoffs from the bottom of the staircase. “He’s a human.”

“He could be a pretend puppy!” Astrid shoots back.

You let out another growl, this one a pointed warning to stop sniping. They immediately do.

Javi smiles sheepishly as he says, “I also break out into song in my sleep, so it would not be restful for you after hunting.”

It takes everything in you not to laugh.

Both girls stare at him, stunned. “You sing in your sleep?” Tallulah asks, forgetting she’s giving him the cold shoulder.

“I do,” Javi continues, somehow managing to keep a straight face. Then, he begins to sing ‘Hakuna Matata’ from The Lion King in a voice that’s, at best, mediocre, but still charming.

Your daughters giggle before Astrid starts to sing, too. She follows Javi down the hall.

“Will you please go get your bag and tell Bo to bring his up, too?” you ask Tallulah.

“‘Kay,” she agrees, her body staying relaxed after the laughter, which you know is a good sign.

After you’ve helped the kids settle into the master bedroom and everyone’s had a nutritious snack, Bo gets up from the dinning room table. And, without warning Javi, transforms into a Wolf pup, his clothes landing on him in a pile.

Javi’s faces blanches and you can hear how fast his heart is going. Worried he’s going to faint again, you grab his arm to keep him from sliding off his chair in that event.

Bo growls playfully as he digs his way out of his clothes. Then, he jumps onto Javi’s lap and sits, tail wagging and mouth open in a cheeky grin. He’s living for being allowed to break the rules.

Astrid and Tallulah have gone still, not sure what the protocol is now that Javi knows about them.

Javi’s color returns and his heart slows as a breathy chuckle escapes him. “Hi, Bo. May I pet you?”

Bo puts his front paws on Javi’s chest and proceeds to lick his face all over.

“Bo, be polite,” you chide, although you’re still more concerned about Javi being able to handle the shock than him being offended by Wolf kisses.

Thankfully, Javi laughs, stroking Bo’s back and then head. “Oh, you’re very soft. Your mama does a good job at feeding you for the optimum coat, doesn’t she?”

Bo turns excitedly to Astrid and Tallulah, letting out a sharp yip of encouragement. He wants them to transform, too.

“If you want to, you can, girls,” you smile.

Astrid doesn’t need further encouragement, shifting in the blink of an eye like her brother did. She leaps up onto Javi’s lap, snuffling his face. He pets her, too, this time laughing with wondrous joy. “You are amazing, too, mi amor!”

Tallulah licks her lips nervously. You release Javi’s arm so you can go to her. Kneeling in front of her chair, you press your nose to hers, nuzzling it. “If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s okay,” you murmur. “You can transform outside at moonrise and I’ll ask Javi to be elsewhere when we come back.”

Javi looks over the pups accosting him with love and smiles gently at Tallulah. “Whatever you need from me, Tallulah. I want you to feel safe.”

She looks him straight in the eyes. “You swear you’ll never tell and get us taken by the scientists to experiment on us?”

A shadow of sadness at the thought crosses his face. He nods solemnly. “I swear. I will never do anything that would risk your family. I know we haven’t known each other that long, but you’re very, very important to me.”

She inhales slowly and deeply, likely scenting for lies. Your children haven’t learned all the nuances of lie scents yet, but they know enough.

Finally, she gives him one of her big, beautiful smiles. “My Wolf trusts him,” she tells you.

You nuzzles her nose again. “Our Wolves know a lot.”

Tallulah transforms in her chair, taking the opportunity to give your face a thorough washing as soon as she’s popped up from under her shirt. You giggle, picking her up in your arms and snuggling her.

After a minute, she squirms free and runs over to Javi’s chair. Your pups are only a fraction of the size and weight they’ll become, but they’re still too big for all three to fit on his lap comfortably.

Both Bo and Astrid sweetly get down to allow her to have her time with him. He whispers softly, petting and cuddling her.

When he glances at you, you mouth, “Thank you,” with a soft smile. Internally, your ovaries are exploding with how good he is with the puppies. If he keeps this up, he’s mate material, for sure.

Astrid and Bo have begun wrestling. Tallulah hops down to join them and there’s soon the buzzing of good-natured growls making their way to another room.

“Maybe now I’m desensitized enough not to get light-headed when I see the transformation,” Javi says with an edge of self-deprecation.

“It’s a lot for any human to process,” you soothe. “It’s not a failing if it takes you time to become fully comfortable.”

“I’m just happy I was able to tell Tallulah how serious I am about protecting you all.”

You reach over to take his hand. “You’re really so good with them.”

He glances out of the doorway and sees no sign of the playing Wolves, so he gives your palm a kiss. “If you want to transform now, too, please do. Get a feel for the area and all that.”

You’re so used to staying human as long as possible to protect your children in case of some human-required emergency that it hadn’t occurred to you that you could shift early. It’d be good to make sure he’s not bothered by your Wolf before you’re stuck as one for ten hours.

“I guess I can. I’ll go upstairs to do it since, unlike the kids, I get larger than my clothes can take,” you chuckle.

“I can’t wait to see your second skin,” he smiles.

Feeling nervous in a way you’re not used to, you go up to the master bedroom and undress. There’s so much vulnerability and intimacy in what you’re about to share, and you’ve never done it with a human before.

He can handle it, the Wolf says confidently. Show him the other side of us.

So, you let her out. Your body quickly stretches and bulks, limbs strengthening and elongating as fur cascades across your skin. It’s as natural as breathing and happens in only a couple heartbeats.

You’re a darker grey than your pups, who took on Ivan’s white coat, but they get their brindle freckles and spots from you. You look at yourself in the stately full length mirror in the corner of the room and smile with pride at how magnificent you are, all muscle, fur and teeth.

You make your way back downstairs, and, despite weighing as a much as a young female polar bear, don’t cause any of the stairs to creak under your nimble paws.

The children are still chasing each other around, delighted to have such a large area to play compared to your apartment. But you follow Javi’s scent, wanting to show him.

He’s in the living room, sitting on the sofa, laughing as Astrid zig-zags and skitters on the wood floor in an attempt to stay ahead of Tallulah and Bo.

The mirth stops abruptly when he sees you, his eyes widening and mouth dropping open slightly. There is an uptick in his heart rate, breathing and stress hormones, but that’s to be expected when seeing something like you for the first time.

You slowly pad over to him, giving him time to adjust. “Wow,” he breathes.

Stopping just close enough that he could reach out and touch you if he wants, you sit. Your head is taller than his when you’re both seated, and you’ll come up to his ribs when he’s standing and you’re on all fours.

Quickly, the stress is giving way to excitement and curiosity. “May I touch you?” Eager for his fingers on your body, you nod and scoot a bit closer. He lightly strokes your chest, his smile growing wide. “You’re as soft as the niños.”

It takes all your self-control not to kiss his face all over. Until you’re sure he’s comfortable with you, you aren’t going to put your teeth that close to his neck.

Both his hands are now running across your back and sides. “You’re just so beautiful.”

The rapture in his voice pleases you greatly and you risk giving his cheek a little lick. He grins happily, kissing your snout in return.

A moment later, the puppies scurry into the room. Seeing you, they bound for you and begin to climb you and bite at your fur in challenge.

Immediately, you accept by nipping back at them. Using your hand-like front paws, you easily shift the thick wooden coffee table to the side so you’ve got room. Then, you get down on your belly and begin to wrestle gently with them.

Occasionally, you glance at Javi, who is obviously smitten by what he’s witnessing. There’s no fear or discomfort in him, just pure enchantment. You knew your human side was worrying over nothing. This man really is made to be your next mate.

- - -

You take some time before moonrise to scout out Javi’s property, making sure there are no danger so threatening you need to take care of it before you bring out the pups. There’s nothing, though. Only game, rodents and birds. Other than Javi, you don’t even smell humans. This place really is perfect.

Once darkness has fallen and the moon is up, you lead your little pack out the front door. It’s been far too long since they got to run in the fresh air. They’re quick to put their noses to the ground and begin smelling everything.

You get their attention and indicate that they need to follow you quietly and with focus.

Earlier, you’d picked out the location of a rabbit nest. There are mice in that area, too. Both are the right size for the pups, although you’ll be surprised if any are able to catch one yet.

You walk silently, allowing them to see how you place your weight and avoid cracking branches or rustling bushes. It’s harder for their lanky, awkward limbs, but, after a couple kilometers, they’re getting the hang of it. Astrid is particularly excellent.

They know some of the basics of tracking from playing hide and seek with each other, but this is another level entirely. They have to learn to choose just one scent and follow it, which is very hard when there are thousands of delicious smells tempting them in every direction.

About half a kilometer from the rabbit’s nest, you hear Astrid whimper behind you. You turn and realize that she’s alone. The bushes to your left are practically crackling with how loud Bo and Tallulah are being as they chase after something.

Annoyed that they didn’t stay with you like you instructed, you scoop Astrid up in one of your front arms to keep her close and then chase after them on three legs. It’s only a few seconds before you’re blocking their path.

Snarling, you glare down at them. If they want to be a part of the hunt, you need to be able to trust them to have enough self-discipline to stick with you, no matter what they’ve scented.

They’re quick to show you their bellies, tails wagging feebly in apology. After another firm glower, you lick their snouts and nod for them to rise. You set Astrid next to them.

It seems like they were chasing a mole, which will be a good second tier animal to hunt once they’ve mastered the rabbits and mice.

For the rest of the trip, they all stick close to you. You pause just outside the perimeter of trees where the rabbit nest is. They know what’s in there and are getting excited, eyes wide and salivating slightly.

Slowly, you tiptoe towards the nest where the sleeping rabbits are. They follow with impressive restraint.

The rabbits awaken, feeling the vibration of all the paws on the ground near them. Three of them bolt from the nest, all in the same direction. You begin the chase, your long leaps easily outpacing them. The pups are behind you, dashing as fast as they can.

You easily catch one rabbit in your mouth and demonstrate how to quickly kill it. There’s no playing with your prey—you’re Wolves, not cats.

Then, you nod for them to find the other two. They bound ahead, you staying behind them at a trot. The rabbits have split off, so you have them follow just one this time. The other can be found later.

It goes well for quite a while until, suddenly, they lose track of their prey at the base of a huge tree, where all sorts of animals have been recently enough to make it confusing.

Disappointed, they look to you and you wag your tail encouragingly. They did amazing to track it so far!

Giving them a break to rest and nourish themselves, you have them share the rabbit you've already caught. They’re delighted by the fresh meat, which they haven’t had since moving to Spain.

Knowing they’ll need to go to sleep in the next hour or so, you take them back to the area with the rabbit nest. The other rabbits haven’t returned, but they can practice with the mice that try to hide.

It’s adorable to watch them stalk the rodents before pouncing. They’re still too unpracticed to actually snag one, but each of them comes very close and you’re unbelievably proud.

You do get a handful of mice, as well as a couple of foolish little birds, for them to feast on. Your own belly is empty and rumbling, but you can wait until they’re back with Javi before going to get yourself something large enough to satisfy you.

A deep relief washes over your body as it truly sinks in that you have someone to help you. He might not be a werewolf, but he doesn’t have to be in order to support you, and that’s truly a gift.

- - -

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Pack - Chapter 10

Casa Werewolf Series #10

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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Placido’s confession threatens to unravel everything you and Javi have created together Warnings: angst, deceit, panic/anxiety attack, language, implied sexuality, non-sexual nudity Words: 3k

When Javi goes to speak to the headmistress of the private school, you head up to the third floor, where the triplets have their bedrooms and large play area. Javi transformed the space just for them and has instructed staff members not to enter it when the door is shut, which allows the kids to romp around in Wolf form whenever they want.

When you reach the top of the stairs, your heightened hearing picks up the quiet conversation they’re having.

“I don’t care if I get expelled. That place sucks,” Bo huffs.

“You have to go to school, though!” Tallulah protests. “Or you’ll grow up dumb.”

“I don’t need to be smart if I can play sports,” he argues.

“Do you have to be smart to do art?” Astrid asks.

You knock on the playroom door lightly, wait for them to invite you in, and then open it. They’re all on a sofa, looking morose.

“Mama, do you have to be smart to do art?” Astrid repeats.

“You’re already smart.” You crouch in front of them. “You don’t have to go to school to be smart, but you still do need to go to learn.”

“I don’t wanna go anymore!” Bo scowls.

You stroke a finger softly down his bruised face. “What if there was another school? Would you be open to that?”

“I dunno,” he grumbles.

Tallulah eyes you skeptically. “There are other schools?”

“There are. Mama and Javi are looking into them. I want you to learn in a place where you feel safe. Nobody should bully you. You shouldn’t have to fight other kids. Grownups need to do something besides yell and threaten when you need help. I’m going to find you somewhere that you don’t feel like you need to run away, okay?”

All three relax.

“Can I have a bubble bath?” Astrid asks hopefully.

You chuckle. “Of course you can.”

After Astrid is clean, you leave the triplets in Nina’s care to eat, and then go in search of Javi.

His study door is open and you see him on his computer. Immediately, you scent that he’s anxious. Knocking lightly on the door frame, you ask, “You all right?”

He starts, looking up at you like he’s been caught doing something naughty. “Oh, hi,” he says with an unconvincing breathless laugh.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” you joke, although you’re disquieted by his mood. He’s so rarely unsettled.

He shakes his head. “I’m feeling a little shaky from earlier. Just residual nerves about what might have happened to the niños.”

You hum sympathetically, walking to his chair and hugging his neck from behind. “That’s very understandable.”

He turns to look at you with a genuine smile. “I was about to come find you to tell you the wonderful news. The headmistress of my alma mater is delighted to welcome them and the administration will be emailing the paper work today. I’m going to my attorney’s and then the bank to set up payment. By Monday, they’ll be attending classes!”

You laugh in delight. “Wow, that’s incredible! I can’t believe it’s happening that fast.”

He smiles, his tension easing at your reaction. “Tonight, should we go out somewhere to celebrate after we tell them?”

You beam. “Yes. And I’m going to call their current school and inform them that I’m pulling them all out. They’ll stay home the rest of the week.”

“I’m sure they won’t mind a little holiday,” he chuckles.

It’s a testament to how much they really don’t want to return to the public school that all of them, even Astrid, embrace the news excitedly.

After a delicious meal at the family’s favorite restaurant, the kids beg to go back to Javi’s to spend the night, claiming it’s basically the weekend since they’re not going to school again until Monday. It’s only Tuesday, but Javi’s more than willing, so you agree.

As you and he settle into his bed that evening, you sigh. It’s hard to believe only twelve hours ago you and he’d been in this exact spot, having no clue about the phone call you’d soon receive. “Fuck, what a day.”

He lets out a wheezy laugh in agreement.

As you throw a leg across his wonderfully soft tummy, a question pops out of your mouth before you’ve even properly considered it, “Should we think about moving in together?”

“Really?”

Even though you hadn’t expected to ask, you don’t regret bringing it up. “My lease is up in a couple months. And it’s obvious the kids would rather be here, anyway. So would I.” You laugh sheepishly. “I know I just made you jump through a bunch of hoops so I wouldn’t be financially dependent on you, but your willingness to come up with a solution has made me confident we can figure out the financials of living together, too.”

He looks at you with such adoration and excitement, running a thumb over your lips. “I would like that very much.” He laughs. “So very, very much!”

You giggle as his excitement quickly takes a more physical form.

- - -

After breakfast the next morning, you send the kids upstairs to entertain themselves so you can get some work done in the office Javi has created for you. Both Bo and Astrid’s injuries have completely healed thanks to the power of their Wolves, and you’re glad they’re staying home from school so you don’t have to coach Bo about what to say if someone asks why he has no bruise from being punched.

Just as you’re settling in front of the computer, Javi appears in the doorway, trying to hide his obvious strain behind a smile. “Do you have time to talk?”

“Of course, my love. What’s up?”

After shutting the door, he sits on the sofa and gestures for you to join him. When you do, he takes your hands. “There’s something I need to tell you, and it’s important that you know there’s nothing to worry about.”

You eye him. “Then, why do you reek of it?”

“I’m concerned about your reaction,” he admits.

“Oh, god, did the kids get rejected from the private school?” Shit, what are you going to do now? There really aren’t other schools nearby.

“No, no,” he reassures. “The school is fine. It’s… Placido. He… He knows you’re werewolves.”

“Wh-what?” you stammer.

He rushes on, “He’s not going to say anything to anyone, he swears. You and the niños are still safe.”

Breath shallow and ears ringing, all you can do is gape. Placido knows. You got lucky with Javi, a man so honorable that he deleted the footage of your children without even being asked. But lightning doesn’t strike twice, and, no matter how loyal Placido is to Javi, you can’t trust him not to tell such a huge secret.

Javi’s still talking, “He’s known for a long time. But he hasn’t said a word to anyone, not even me, until yesterday. He wanted—”

But you cut him off sharply, “He told you yesterday and you didn’t say anything to me?”

Javi grimaces apologetically. “After the scare you’d already had with the kids, I didn’t think you needed the stress.”

“‘The stress’?” you spit in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I was—"

You cut him off, fury mounting, "You agreed to us moving into this house, knowing full-well that another human who works here knows about us?! It didn't occur to you that I needed to know that information before making any kind of decision?"

The guilt on his face is undeniable.

Let me out! the Wolf shrieks, shoving against your insides. She wants Javi to feel her wrath, too.

You ignore her, not willing to give up your words. “This is my family’s lives, Javi!”

“It’s my family’s lives, too!” he shoots back, suddenly matching your anger. "You are my family and, if I thought you were at risk, I'd have done something about it immediately. But Placido is not a risk!”

“You don’t understand the risk! You’ll never understand the risks because you’re not one of us!”

Your Wolf breaks through, ripping your clothes as she takes over your body. You stand in front of Javi on all fours, sides heaving. You want to snarl at him, to roar at him, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper.

How could he?

“Mi luz,” he whispers pleadingly, reaching out to touch your face.

You back away from him. The human part of you is yelling at the Wolf to let you transform back so you can get the kids and leave. But that suppressed side is no match for the frightened, hurt creature in control now.

Javi speaks in a quiet, grief-roughened voice. “I know I can’t completely understand what you’re going through because I’m not a Wolf. But I do understand the fear of losing your family because that’s what I’m feeling now. I’m scared you’re going to disappear and I’ll never see you or the pups again.” Tears shine in his eyes.

You stare at him, literally having no idea what to do. He’s your mate. But your children are also in terrible danger now. And he hid it from you for a whole night!

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you yesterday. I wanted time to figure out how to do it in a way that wouldn’t upset you.”

This time, when he reaches to touch you, you allow it. His beloved fingers move through the fur on your chest.

“If you need to disappear to another country, to change your identities, consider it done. I’ll make sure it happens. Just… please think about taking me, too.” The tears slip silently down his cheeks.

In the next breath, you’re human again, sitting on the floor, naked and weeping.

He slides down next to you, murmuring your name. But when he moves to hold you, you push yourself to your feet. “I need time to think about what to do. Could you get me something to wear so me and the kids can go home?” Your tone is curt.

Despite looking like you’ve punched him, Javi doesn’t protest. He slips from the room, closing the door silently behind him.

- - -

The kids know something’s wrong. It’s impossible to stuff your feelings deep enough for them not to sense them. But you have no idea what to tell them beyond you’ve got some things to take care of at home and you’d like them to come with you.

They follow you into the apartment, confused and worried. You inhale shakily, turning to them. “Mama’s got a lot of feelings right now. Would you give me an hour by myself to process them? I promise, it’s nothing you’ve done and nothing you need to worry about. Sometimes I just get overwhelmed.”

Bo gives you a tight hug around your middle. “You should eat a snack. That always helps me.”

You stroke his head, fighting back tears. “That’s a good idea.”

Tallulah and Astrid then hug you, too, offering their own sage advice of how to self-soothe, before your three darling kids go to their rooms.

You collapse onto the sofa, smothering your sobs into your hands. What are you supposed to do? Staying is impossible, but going feels just as impossible. To leave without Javi is to abandon a huge chunk of your heart. Yet, how can you ask him to abandon his home and livelihood? Not to mention, you’re really fucking pissed at him!

You’ve spiraled for who knows how long when there’s a soft but urgent knock at the door. Startled, you jump up. Javi promised to give you some space, so it won’t be him.

When you look out the peep hole, you’re alarmed to see Placido standing in the hallway. What does he want? Is he here to threaten you? Did Javi send him?

The Wolf is immediately at the ready again, a heartbeat away from emerging to protect your family.

Placido calls your name and then says, “Please, can we talk? I realize I should have come to you myself rather than make Javi the messenger. I was hoping it’d make you more comfortable, but now I realize you need to hear my story from me to understand the last thing I want is harm for you or your kids.”

He smells and sounds earnest. Very earnest. But you’re so keyed up it’s hard to trust your instincts. “Are you armed?”

“No. But even if I was, I’ve no doubt you could handle me.” There’s an admiring quality to his voice.

He’s right, you could handle him if you had to, especially this close to the full moon. And you would like to see if you can feel out his intentions.

You unlock the door and open it, hissing, “We will be going onto the balcony. Keep your voice low so the children won’t hear.”

Placido walks past you and directly to the door leading to the balcony. Once you’re both outside, arms crossed against the chill, you say, “Javi claims you’ve known since before him. Did you see the footage, too? Or one of them transform?”

“No, but I recognized the signs in Bo right away. How fast he ran when he got spotted on the compound, the way his body moved, his strength, and that he seemed to be able to hear conversations outside the range of a normal human’s hearing.”

You narrow your eyes at him. While it’s obvious that your children are fast, people don’t just assume lycanthropy. Unless… “We’re not the first Wolves you’ve met, are we?”

“My aunt married a werewolf,” he shrugs. “When we were kids, my cousins used to transform in front of me, even though they weren’t supposed to. Eventually, when it became clear I wasn’t going to tell anyone, I was embraced into that part of the family.”

It’s not common in mixed families for the humans who aren’t married to or children of werewolves to know what they are. But his whole countenance is steady and calm. There’s no hint of deceit coming from him.

“You’re the first person I’ve told about the Wolves I know,” he continues. “But since you’re a Wolf yourself, I think the secret is safe with you.”

You nod with a small smile. “Of course.”

Body feeling suddenly weak, you sink onto the patio bench. Your world might actually not be ending.

Placido sits next to you. “I only told Javi that I knew about you and the kids because I believe I can better protect them if you’re aware you have an ally. I sorry I didn’t approach you first, it was a misstep.”

“I’m not sure I'd have taken it any better if you'd told me yourself,” you sigh. “It’s so ingrained in me to be afraid of humans knowing what we are. Especially since becoming a single mother.”

“I can only imagine,” he says gently. “But I don’t think you have to stay a single mother any longer unless you want to.”

- - -

After Placido leaves, you take a long shower to give yourself extra time to think. Then, you text Javi, requesting he visit after the kids have gone to bed so you can talk.

When he arrives, he can barely look you in the eye and you can sense it’s taking every ounce of restraint for him not to literally fall on his knees and beg you to forgive him.

“Placido came to see me,” you say quietly.

His surprised expression, then worried one, indicate he had no idea.

“We talked for a while and he convinced me that he’s going to keep our secret.”

“How?”

“That’s between me and him,” you say with a small smile. “But now I believe he wants keep us safe, just like you do.”

Javi nods vigorously. “I fucked up, but I swear that’s all I want.”

You reach for his hand. “I know.”

His eyes drop, staring at your fingers entwined. “I’m so sorry. It was selfish and stupid. I have no excuses for breaking your trust. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn it again.”

“I forgive you,” you say honestly. “And I understand why you were worried about telling me. No matter how committed I’ve claimed to be to you, it’s probably felt like I’ve had one foot out the door, ready to bolt the same way my kids do at the first sign of trouble.”

He gives a little shrug and sheepish chuckle. “Just a little.”

Your chest clenches with the confirmation you’ve hurt him. “I’m sorry. Really, truly sorry.”

“No, mi amor, you have nothing—“

You interrupt, “I do. If I had sensed that kind of hesitation in you, I’d never have been with you. But you chose to risk your heart on a family that might break it at any second.” Now that you’re saying it out loud, it makes you want to cry.

Javi touches your cheek, smiling tenderly. “I never once questioned if you were worth it.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you rest your forehead against his. “If we ever do have to leave, I’m not going without you. Because you were right: we are a family. And I’m going to fight for you the same way I fight for my kids. The same way you fight for us. We are pack.”

His eyes shimmer joyfully. “We are pack.”

You give him a coy smile. “Are there any other facts I need to be aware of before we move in?”

“Just that I love you very, very much.”

“I think I can live with that,” you grin, leaning in. You catch his mouth with yours, letting the Wolf out just enough that the kiss leaves him a quivering mess. And then you kiss him like that again.

- - -

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Here For It - Chapter 5

Casa Werewolf Series #5

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Your first date with Javi includes delicious food, an emotional conversation, and a request Warnings: mild TUWOMT spoilers, language, discussion of child-on-child bullying and violence, some alcohol consumption, grief, discussion of parental/spousal death, discussion of fatal car accident Words: 3k A/N: Javi’s brother is not canon. Long before The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent came out, @hdlynnslibrary and I came up with the concept that Javi’s brother is David (stage name "Dieter Bravo") from her The Bubble fan fic. It’s a lovely story, so read it!

It’s five days between the night Javi asks you out and the lunch date, and he spends them in a haze of wild emotions.

On the one hand, he’s unbelievably excited. You’re a beautiful, fascinating, mature woman who has utterly captivated him. On the other, he’s terrified he’s going to mess it up. Will he be able to rise up to be everything you and the kids need him to be?

On Sunday evening, his brother, David, gives him a call. Javi’s happy to hear the cheerfulness in his voice. He’s been sober for five months and has a reoccurring role on a Netflix fantasy series as a mercenary that looks to have a great character arc.

“You sound really good,” Javi smiles as he looks at the sunset from his balcony.

“I feel really good,” David agrees. “What about you? What’s new?”

“Well… I met someone.”

There’s an intrigued hum. “Who is she?”

Javi gives him your first name and then smirks, adding in the bit of information that will surely shock, “She’s a single mother with triplets.”

David inhales sharply. “Triplets?”

“Triplets. They’re eight. A boy and two girls.” He then tells the story of Bo trespassing (minus the lycanthropy, of course) and how that led to bonding with your family.

“This is so typical of you,” David snorts. “You’re living your own rom-com with that kind of meet-cute.”

Javi laughs. “It does rather feel like it. She’s an amazing woman, and I adore her children. I just…” The smile leaves his face. “I worry I’m not good enough for them. What do I know about being a family man? I’ve never even made it to the alter!”

“You’ve always there for me,” David says matter-of-factly. “You’re the strongest part of our family, hands-down. You’ve got a lot of love to give, hermano. Don’t sell yourself short.”

The sweet words make Javi emotional. “Stop, you’re going to make me cry!”

“Hell,” David continues, dry amusement in his voice, “you somehow got Nic Cage to become your BFF. And he’s not an easy man to befriend.”

“That is because Nic and I have a soul connection,” Javi sniffs haughtily. “One you cannot understand.”

They laugh at this.

“Thank you,” Javi smiles, feeling encouraged. “You’re right, I have much to offer. And I’m ready to offer it. I have been for a while, but just haven’t met the right person.”

“I’m just happy you’re not ending up with an actress. It’s a level of drama you’re not made for,” David says with a tut.

Javi wants to laugh again. David’s right, he’s really not made for actresses, but he’s walking into a whole new kind of drama by pursuing a werewolf. And he’s determined to be made for it.

Javi agonizes over which car to drive to pick you up. He definitely doesn’t want to seem too ostentatious, but it’s a lovely late summer day and he’d like the option to put the top down if you’re interested. So, he decides on his silver vintage Porsche 911, hoping you don’t think he’s trying to show off.

Then, he leaves way too early, terrified he’ll run into traffic or fail to secure a parking space by your building. With 15 minutes to kill, he double-checks the picnic basket to make sure he didn’t forget anything.

Fuck, he’s already sweating so much! Grabbing some napkins from the console, he hurriedly dabs at his damp armpits. Why didn’t he wear a darker colored shirt? Or bring extra deodorant?

When he’s got four minutes left, he heads into the old building and begins to walk the three flights of stairs slowly, trying not to cause any more sweating.

Once at your door, he knocks, taking steadying breaths. A moment later, it opens and you stand in front of him, looking as stunning as always, and dressed in a pretty blush-colored linen sundress and a floppy sunhat.

“Hi!” you smile, eyes sparking with excitement. You lean in for the customary cheek kisses again, which makes his heart flutter.

This gives Javi the boost he needs to forget about his nerves and sweaty pits. “¡Buenas! You look beautiful!”

Becoming adorably bashful at the compliment, you duck your head a little. “You look very nice, too.”

After you lock your door, the two of you head down the stairs. He says, ”It’s truly the perfect day to drive down the coast for a beach picnic.”

“I’ve been really looking forward to it,” you grin. “I’ve never been to the beaches in Spain with just an adult before. Don’t get me wrong, I love going with the kids, but it’s chaos.”

He laughs, hoping he’ll get to experience that chaos before too long.

When you reach the car, your mouth drops open in delighted surprise. “This is gorgeous!” Your fingers lightly stroke the curved hood. “Does the top go down?”

Javi’s relieved you’re not put-off by him arriving in an expensive car. “It does! If you want, I’ll put it down.”

“I love cars that you can put the top down.” Your voice drops to a playful whisper, “Maybe it’s the dog in me.”

He grins, quickly doing so. Then, he opens the passenger’s door for you before going around to the driver’s side. “Hang onto your hat!”

You literally do have to keep one hand on your hat as the two of you leave town and he begins to cruise towards the cliffs. He’s still careful not to drive as fast as he normally would, not wanting to scare you or trigger upsetting memories of your late husband’s death.

“I will never get used to that view.” You’re gazing across the sea as the car winds its way down the narrow curved road. “Honestly, Spain isn’t the most practical place for werewolves. Especially the coast. But it makes me happy to see the water every day and be in the sun.”

Javi loves seeing such peace on your face. “I’m certainly glad you decided to come here.”

You smile at him. God, whenever you do that, it hits his very soul.

Once he’s parked the car by the beach, he grabs the picnic basket and the beach umbrella, and the two of you head to find a spot to eat.

“I can carry something,” you offer.

Javi shakes his head with a gentle smile. “You carry everything all day, every day as a mother. I will take care of it for right now.”

You look almost startled and he immediately worries he’s insulted you. But then you smile softly back with a nod.

Soon, you’ve chosen a spot just out of reach of the waves and far enough away from others that no one can overhear your conversation. He stakes the umbrella into the ground and opens it. Then, he unpacks the picnic. You help him spread out the blue-checkered blanket that he bought specifically for this date before he sets out the food.

There’s a sweet rosé wine, gazpacho soup, empanadillas, almond-coated cheese, some of his own company’s marinated olives, and cold lemon cream for dessert.

You gasp in delight at the spread before eagerly popping an olive into your mouth. “Oh, these are good!”

Grinning, Javi also eats one. “I used to make myself sick on them as a kid. I’d sneak into the kitchen and eat as much of the jar as I could before I got caught. If I got through more than half, I was in trouble.”

You snort. “I see you being a very mischievous child.”

“I was,” Javi agrees. “David and I used to run around the compound, doing all sorts of inadvisable things. I would come up with stories and goad him into joining me in enacting them out, even if it meant climbing trees far too tall or jumping off the cliffs into the ocean.” He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure it’s all my fault he became an actor. But it’s also thanks to me he became a good one because I demanded excellence!”

You giggle. “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“What was your favorite thing to do when you were a little girl?” he asks, pouring the wine out in two glasses.

“Playing hide and seek with my siblings. We’d play as wolf pups, which meant we could go very far, very fast. Whomever was It would have to seek out the others over miles of forest. And we never played fair, either, we were always moving to new hiding spots.” You smile with a wicked glint in your eye.

He grins. “I would have very much liked to play with you.” And he’d undoubtedly have grown up with the hugest crush on you.

“I think you could have handled me,” you say flirtatiously, which sends a shock of desire through his system. And makes him titter like an absolute fool. Why can’t he just be chill?

But you giggle again, seemingly finding it endearing.

Javi scrambles for something to say and somehow ends up with the very lame question of, “Soup?”

“Please.”

His fingers brush yours as he passes you the thermos of cold tomato soup and a spoon. Both of you allow the touch to linger, smiling into each other’s eyes.

When amber threads throughout your irises, he’s briefly worried he’s done something to upset you, but everything about you exudes enjoyment. The color change must happen from more than just negative emotions.

After a few more breaths, you break the contact to begin eating the soup, although you do scoot closer to him on the blanket.

The rest of the meal passes blissfully, the two of you enjoying easy conversation and laughing a ridiculous amount. It’s like you’ve known each other forever.

When it’s time for you to head home so you can pick up the triplets from school, you and Javi pack up. “Is this a good beach to find sea glass?” you ask.

“When the tide is low, yes,” he smiles. “Usually best early in the morning.”

“Some weekend, I’ll bring the kids down. They love to play in the surf and hunt for treasures. Maybe you could join us?”

The invitation combined with your hopeful tone tells Javi that you found the date as successful as he did. He beams. “I would love nothing more.”

You reward him with that breathtaking smile.

At one point on the drive home, you ask, “Do you know of any AirBnBs out in the forest? With fewer or no people around?”

He has a feeling this has to do with your lycanthropy, but he needs more information to make a good recommendation. “Could you tell me what it’s for?”

You sigh, fingers twisting in your lap. He’s noticing that you have a threshold for what’s comfortable for you to discuss with it. But you do answer, “I really need to teach the children how to hunt this full moon. They really should have learned months ago. But I need a safe place where we won’t be seen by humans and where there are some rabbits or other small creatures.”

Javi smiles. “I have just the place. I own a safe house off my compound, surrounded by untouched woods. You and the niños are welcome to it.”

Stress leaving you again, you smile gratefully. “I’d really appreciate that. I can pay—

He breaks in with a chuckle, “Don’t be silly. You’re doing me a favor by putting it to use.”

“I’ll need it for three nights: Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Is that all right?”

“Of course!” Javi desperately wants to ask if he can come and see the Wolves—especially your Wolf—but he manages to hold his tongue. The fastest way to push you away is to stick his nose where he’s not welcome.

When he parks in front of your apartment building, he turns to you with a smile, but then sees your expression is very serious. “What is it?”

“I had the best time this afternoon,” you say, almost as if you’re sad about it. “I like you a lot. But, as much as it feels like I’m just a kid in high school, I’m not. And, maybe if we’d met under other circumstances, this could go differently.”

Javi’s stomach is suddenly churning. You’re ending things, he knows it. What had changed from when you’d offered to bring him to the beach with the kiddos? Had he said or done something wrong?

You inhale shakily before continuing, “If you decide you want to be with me, it means being with my children, too. As well as being sucked into the secret world of lycanthropy. Not to mention, you’re the first man I’ve wanted to be with since Ivan, and, even though I can promise you are not a placeholder and I want to be with you, I still feel grief.” You shrug, eyes misty. “My life is really fucking messy.”

Relief fills Javi as he realizes you’re not breaking it off. He gently takes your hands in his. “I’m not afraid of mess. I’ve got plenty of my own. And there will probably be a lot more for both of us in the future. But I’m here for it if you are.”

You immediately look heartened. “I am, yeah.” Your fingers squeeze his lightly. “Hey, if you want, you could spend some time with us while we’re at the safe house? I mean, once the moon has risen, none of us will be able to talk, but we can still communicate better than dogs.”

He gasps excitedly. “I will be there!”

You smile happily. Then, you somber slightly again, “Right now, as far as the kids go, I’d like to wait to tell them about our romantic relationship. Give us time to make sure we work.”

“Of course, whatever you feel is best for them.”

“Keep making friends with them, though. It’s good for them to have another man in their lives.” Linking your fingers with his, you smile. “I’ll be telling them that you know about the lycanthropy today. It won’t make sense for us to spend the full moon with you otherwise.”

Javi knows what a major sign of trust all of this is for you and he’s determined not to do anything to risk it.

A light frown creases your brow. “There aren’t any cameras at the safe house or that property, are there?”

“Oh, no, no,” he reassures. “And the only other person who knows about it is my head of security, who won’t be there. It’ll be totally private.”

You relax. “That’s perfect.”

“Text me with anything I can provide that’ll make it more comfortable. And… since I’ll be seeing you then, I guess we can make plans for another date at that time?”

Face lighting up, you nod. “I’d love that.”

Javi strokes your cheek, eyes on your lips. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?”

“Very,” you breathe, leaning closer.

He closes the distance between you and him. Your lips are soft and warm. At first, there’s a tentativeness for you both, but, as you melt into him, he deepens the kiss. You respond in kind.

His whole body is on fire, but he forces himself to pull back after a minute. Your eyes are golden again, sending a thrill through him. He made that happen!

“Thanks for the wonderful date, Javi. I’ll talk to you later.” You open the passenger’s door before he can move to do it for you. With a wink that makes him feel weak, you zip across the street to the apartment.

Holy shit, he’s going to be in love by the weekend, he just knows it.

Unable to focus on work or anything else besides you and the triplets, Javi spends the rest of the afternoon brainstorming ways to make the safe house cozier. At the moment, it’s the bare minimum of comfort, mostly there in case he receives a threat on his life.

Sitting in the grand room on the sofa next to Marci’s fish tank, he uses her to bounce ideas off of. “Fresh sheets, blankets, food, games, toys…” He scribbles each item on a list. “Coloring books and crayons. Wait, are they too old for crayons?”

He hums, watching her some pebbles from one side of the bottom to the other.

Grabbing his phone, he googles: ‘Do 8-year-olds like crayons?’ It’s way too embarrassing to ask you something that should be so obvious. He knows how to interact well with kids, but age-appropriate toys aren’t his forte.

His head of security, Placido, walks into the room and stops in front of him, hands clasping behind his back. “You wanted to see me, boss?” he asks in Spanish.

Javi looks up with a smile. “Yes. Tomorrow, could you spare the time to help me freshen up the safe house? My girlfriend and her children will be staying there Wednesday through Friday night.” It feels so amazing to say ‘girlfriend.’

Looking pleased, Placido says, “I’m delighted to hear that things are going so well with her.” His smile fades. “Is there a reason they’re staying in the safe house instead of here? Is something wrong?”

Not even his most trusted employee can find out your secret, so Javi shares the simple lie he’s come up with, “It’s for a school project for the kids. They need to observe the stars for a few nights. No better place than there.”

For a moment, Placido’s expression is so strange Javi’s not sure he believes him. But then he smiles slightly with a nod. “Of course. I’ll help you arrange everything for them tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” Then, he asks, “What age did your kids outgrow crayons?”

“It depended on the kid. But if you’re looking to get art supplies, I’d have crayons, washable markers, and colored pencils available.”

Javi quickly jots those things down. “What would I do without you, Placido?”

- - -

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Spanish Translations/Notes: hermano - brother

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Alternative Education - Chapter 9

Casa Werewolf Series #9

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Another bullying incident causes all three kids to run away from school this time Warnings: sexual thoughts/arousal, implication of human/werewolf sex, parental fear/panic, description of child against child bullying including name calling and violence, children running away, injury, small amount of blood Words: 3.8k

In the early morning, Javi’s alarm goes off. Normally, he wouldn’t have it set on a Saturday, but he wants to make sure to get up before the kids do.

He allows himself a moment to grin over the incredible time he had with you last night. Making love was more delicious, sweet and fulfilling than he could have dreamed—and he’d dreamed about it a lot.

Damn, now he’s horny again.

After a quick shower to cool his jets, Javi goes to the guest suite. The sitting room that leads to bathroom and bedrooms is dark and empty. He turns on a lamp, grabs a sheet of paper and pen off the little desk in the corner, and writes: ‘When you wake up, come find me with Marci. Leave Mama to sleep. -Javi’.

He sets the note on the bathroom counter, hoping the kids will use it before they disturb you. He wants you to get as much rest as you possibly can while there’s someone else around for them.

Then, he lets Nina know about the unexpected guests who will need breakfast and settles on a sofa with a cup of coffee to wait. Marci glowers at him from her tank, miffed she hasn’t been fed yet. “I’m going to let the niños feed you,” he tells her.

It’s not long before Tallulah and Astrid appear, looking rested in a way that makes him wish he was a child again. “How was your night?” he asks as they plop beside him.

Tallulah stretches. “Good.”

“The bed is too big. I kept getting lost,” Astrid pouts.

Javi runs a hand over her hair, bemused. “Lost?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t find the edges. I was lost in the middle.”

He bites back a laugh. “It is a big bed.”

“Can we feed Marci?” Tallulah asks, waving hello to the fish, who angrily pushes a pebble around in protest of her starvation.

“She’d be very appreciative. Do you want to go get her food from the fridge?”

Tallulah immediately dashes off.

Astrid doesn’t follow, instead snuggling up to Javi. He kisses the top of her head, unease overtaking him. When you wake up, the two of you will tell the children about your romance.

Last night, you prepped him for positive reactions, negative reactions, and in-between. But he’s still worried he’ll screw it up and harm the precious relationships he’s cultivating with them.

Before he has time to obsess, Tallulah returns. Marci is fed and then Bo arrives downstairs. Nina gets an incredible breakfast spread out in record time, and Javi shepherds the kids to the table.

“Thank you, Nina!” they chorus with a sincerity that would make you proud.

“If you need anything else, you call,” Nina smiles.

“When’s Mama getting up?” Bo asks between bites of bacon, still speaking in Spanish.

Nina, who is putting the toast out, says smoothly, ”When her body is done resting. Sometimes mothers don’t get enough sleep, so they need to stay in bed later.” Her eyes travel to Javi and the corners of her mouth tip up slightly in a knowing smile.

His face burns and he quickly shoves some omelette in his mouth, feeling like a little kid who got caught doing something he shouldn’t. She leaves without another word, but he’s sure she’s laughing to herself over how guilty he looks.

Astrid gulps juice, then lets out a satisfied sigh. “Are we staying here all day?”

“I’m not sure what your mama’s going to want to do,” Javi says, grateful for the change in topic.

“I wanna finish the movie. I didn’t see the end.”

“Me, too,” Bo agrees.

Unwilling to promise anything until after the kids learn the truth of your relationship, Javi repeats, “We’ll find out what your mama’s got planned for the day.”

When you do appear in the dining room, you look breathtakingly beautiful in your sleepy state. He desperately wants to kiss you, but contents himself with pulling out your chair. “Good morning. Come, sit and eat.”

“I’m sorry I slept so late,” you grimace as you sit in the chair.

“Nina said mamas need extra sleep sometimes,” Bo replies, dishing sliced pears onto his plate.

“It was very nice to sleep,” you admit, giving Javi a grateful smile.

He winks.

Tallulah rounds on you hopefully. “Can we stay here today? Finish the movie and go swimming and stuff?”

You pause, studying your children, then raise your eyebrows slightly at him in question. Assuming you want to know if he’s ready to broach the topic of your relationship, he nods, his throat going dry.

“Before we do anything else, Javi and I have something we want to talk to you about.”

The triplets look between the two of you curiously.

You continue, tone upbeat and a warm smile on your face, “We’ve been spending a lot of time with Javi over the last several weeks. During which, he’s become very special to me and me to him.”

Tallulah catches on first. “Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Astrid’s eyes go round as saucers and Bo looks a little startled, too.

“Yes, we are.”

Javi jumps in with what he wants them to internalize, “I love you three very much and I am here to support and care for you. But I’m not trying to replace your father, okay?”

They sit still, working on processing this information.

You clasp one of each of their hands in your own. “I love you all just as much as I always have, and me having a romantic partner won’t change that. Do you have any questions or feelings?”

Bo’s the first to speak, expression hopeful. “Are we gonna live here now?”

“No, we’re still living in the apartment,” you chuckle. “But we might stay here sometimes.”

“Will you come to our fútbol games?” Tallulah asks Javi excitedly.

He relaxes, having been most concerned about her reaction. “Of course, mi amor.”

“Astrid, sweetheart, do you want to tell us how you feel or do you need some time?”

Your voice draws his attention to the littlest child, who is staring at her place, eyes swimming with tears. This was not the response he’d expected from his snuggle buddy, but he supposes he should have since most change tends to upset her at first.

He reaches out to touch her head. “It’s a lot, huh?”

Instead of answering, she bolts from the table and out of the room.

Quickly, you move to go after her, but Javi catches your hand. “Let me. Please.” If he’s going to be a partner to you and a parent-figure for the kids, he needs to step up.

You smile encouragingly, squeezing his fingers. “You’ve got this,” you mouth.

“Astrid,” he calls, jogging after her.

Her tiny form runs up the staircase, shouting, “Leave me alone!”

Although he could catch her, he chooses to follow her to a destination she feels safe in, which ends up being the guest suite. She tries to slam the door, but he catches it.

“Go away!” she shrieks before collapsing onto the sofa in the sitting room.

Javi sits on the floor next to the sofa and rests a hand on her back. “I know this is a lot to absorb,” he sighs. “It’s just been you, your sister and brother, and your mama for a long time. Having someone else join your family is naturally unsettling.”

Astrid whips her head to look at him, eyes flashing with flecks of gold. “You don’t want to be our family!”

“What do you mean?” He’s not sure where she could have gotten such an idea.

“You said you don’t want to be our daddy!” The sentence ends in a keening that has her face down on the cushion again.

She must have mistook him saying he wasn’t going to replace Ivan as a rejection. He’s torn between sadness that she’s hurt and a joy that she wants him as a father.

“Oh, nenita,” he coos, rubbing her back. “I meant to reassure you that I did not expect you forget your birth father. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your papa, too.”

She peeks at him, hiccuping.

“I love you so, so much. More than I can possibly describe.” He wipes the tears on her hot cheeks with his thumb.

Astrid slips off the sofa into his lap, where she clutches at his neck, face buried in his chest. “I love you, too.”

He exhales, closing his eyes, as he cradles her to him. Hearing those words from her brings a different kind of peace than hearing them from you does, and it’s just as powerful and sweet.

After kissing her head, he asks, “Do you want some more breakfast or to stay up here for a bit?”

���Will you carry me down?” she asks slyly.

Javi bites back a smile. “Carry you, huh?” He gets to his feet, her in his arms, and starts out of the room. She grins gleefully, tears forgotten, as she clings to him like a koala bear.

- - -

Weeks turn into months, autumn into winter. Javi’s never experienced a love like he has with you and the children. Your lives integrated to where you spend more time together than apart.

One day in early February, the two of you are laying in his bed after a morning romp, you in Wolf form. He’s nestled against the soft fur of your chest and belly.

“Do you need any water?” he asks, stroking your muzzle.

Shaking your head, you nuzzle your head against his. Then, your tongue caresses his neck affectionately.

“That tickles!” But he doesn’t shift away, loving that you groom him as a member of your pack. You hold him even closer in your front paws, licking the sweat from his shoulders and back. He closes his eyes, petting your coat.

The tender moment is interrupted by your phone ringing from the bedside table. Javi groans, reluctantly disentangling himself enough that he can reach it. He sees it’s the children’s primary school calling. “It’s the school,” he tells you.

You shift back into human instantly, your body changing shape, color and texture in the blink of an eye. Worry creases your face as you take the phone and answer.

He watches as you listen to the faint male voice on the other end of the line. Concern morphs into fear, and you scramble off the bed, saying, “I’m going to go search right now. If anyone finds them first, call me immediately.”

Javi already has a suspicion of what’s going on and is throwing himself at his discarded clothes.

You hang up. “There was a fight at school between Bo, Tallulah and that little monster who’s bullied Astrid before,” you snarl, going for your own clothes. “And all three of them took off.”

“Shit!” Javi yanks on his shoes. “I’m coming with you to look for them.”

“We should split up, cover more ground,” you say, your eyes wild and flecked with yellow. “The school’s called the police, but we need to find them first. Anyone from the government will just scare them more.”

He grabs you in a quick hug, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll find them. I’ll ask Placido to help, too. And have my security team watch for them here on the compound. You’re not alone in this.”

You breathe out, the reminder causing your eyes to soften. “Yeah.” Then, you say with more conviction, “I’m going to go to the school and drive in the direction of the apartment. You and Placido search in the other directions.”

He presses a kiss to your knuckles. “We’ll find them.”

Moments later, he’s rushing to the security room, where Placido is watching the monitors.

“The triplets ran away from school.” Javi’s own panic is starting to rise now that he’s not comforting you. “I need help finding them!”

Placido is immediately on his feet. “Has the school called the police?”

“Yes, but we want to find them first.”

Thankfully, the head of security doesn’t ask questions. He grabs his radio instead and barks into it, “The children have run away from school. They might be headed to the compound. I want three units outside the east border, watching for them. Sanchez, come watch the monitors. I’m going to go with Señor Gutierrez to look elsewhere.”

There’s a reason the Gutierrez family has done everything in their power to keep Placido with them for over twenty years. He knows what he’s doing and wastes no time.

“Their mother has already gone to look for them, yes?” he asks Javi.

“Yes. She went west. We’re splitting up to cover more ground.”

Placido nods, a determined set to his job. “I’ll take north and you take south. If we don’t find them in 30 minutes, I’ll get more men out there to look.”

Javi spends the next twenty minutes driving around the south part of the town, praying that the kids are safe and that they’re still in human form. It’s close to the full moon and it’d be easy for them in their heightened state to accidentally turn. Especially Astrid.

His phone rings through his car’s bluetooth, flashing Placido’s number, and he nearly sprains his finger punching the answer button in his desperation. “Have you found them?”

“I’ve got them, Javi, and they’re okay,” Placido’s confident voice says. “I’m bringing them back to the compound now. Will you call their mama?”

“Yes. See you soon.”

Quickly, he calls you to relay the news before turning his car towards home. Gratitude gives way to upset. Why didn’t they call you? Or him? Why would they run like that? They all know how worried you were the first time Bo did it!

Javi arrives before you do and finds Tallulah, Bo and Astrid seated in the entertainment room with Placido and some snacks. Bo’s holding an ice pack to his left eye. The front of Astrid’s floral dress is caked in mud.

Sighing, Javi walks over to the couch and pulls all of them into a tight hug. “You scared us very badly.” He keeps his voice low, but the emotion still seeps through.

“We had to!” Bo says defiantly, although his words warble with the threat of tears.

Javi lifts the ice pack to look at the injury. Bo’s eye is swollen shut and a nasty purple color. “When your mama gets here, you can tell us all about it.” He looks at the girls. “Are either of you hurt?”

Astrid’s eyes fill, yanking her dress up above her knees. Both of them are skinned and muddy. “Arlo pushed me and ruined my dress!” she wails.

Placido is on his feet, eyes concerned, and then out of the room. Astrid had obviously not told him about her wounds, probably not feeling comfortable enough without her preferred adults.

Javi kisses her forehead. “We’ll get you cleaned up and Reina can work wonders with stains,” he soothes. “Luls? What about you?”

Tallulah shakes her head. “Nobody hurt me,” she whispers. “Are we gonna be expelled?”

Honestly, Javi has no idea what will happen. Bo is already on his final warning with the school, but, to his knowledge, the girls don’t have any strikes against them. “We’ll figure it out,” he promises.

Placido returns with a first aid kit and a damp washcloth. He knees down in front of Astrid. “Let’s take care of those knees,” he says gently.

She looks to Javi and he smiles reassuringly. It’s good for her to know she can trust Placido.

She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, watching as he cleans the dirt with the cloth first, then with an antiseptic wipe. She doesn’t even flinch as it connects with her ripped flesh.

“You’re a very brave girl,” he smiles. “We’re almost done.”

You rush into the room, gasping, “Oh my god!” Your expression of relief-induced fury is the exact same one you were wearing when Javi first set eyes on you. Despite the situation, he can’t help smiling at the memory.

“They’re safe,” Placido reassures. “Only minor hurts.” He sticks colorful bandages on Astrid’s knees.

You do exactly what Javi did and crush your children to you. “Why didn’t you call me if there was a problem?” you demand.

All three kids begin mounting their defense at the same time, resulting in nobody being understandable.

“Enough,” you say firmly, holding up a hand. “One at a time.”

Placido grabs the wash cloth, first aid kit, and trash. He’s on his way out of the room when you call after him, “Placido, thank you so, so much for finding and caring for them!”

The older man turns to you with a kind smile. “It’s my pleasure, miss.” Then, he disappears.

You take a deep breath, turning your attention back to the kids. “What happened?”

Tallulah, a tightly coiled spring of nerves, rushes to explain. “We were at recess. Bo and I were playing fútbol when I saw Arlo talking to Astrid across the field, looking all mean. Then, he pushed her into the mud!”

Astrid jumps in, “I was looking at the worms and he came over and said I was a worm, too. I said I wasn’t and he doesn’t get to pick on me just ‘cause he doesn’t like me. He got mad and that’s when he shoved me. I tried to get up, but held me down in the dirt.”

You look as upset as Javi feels, but you remain quiet.

“The teachers were far away, they didn’t see,” Tallulah continues, eyes a vivid yellow. “He was squishing her and she couldn’t get him off!”

“I tried!” Astrid whimpered.

Stroking her hair, you murmur, “I’m sure you did, sweetheart.”

“We ran over and pulled him off,” Bo growls. “I wasn’t gonna fight him, I was gonna go make him see a teacher, but then he hit me in the eye.”

“So I kicked him in the back.” Tallulah’s canines have lengthened slightly and the rest of her teeth are sharpening.

Javi has never seen her like this before, but he can hardly blame her. His own rage is rising, although he follows your lead by not reacting passionately. Instead, he takes Tallulah’s hands, massaging them lightly.

The touch seems to stall the imminent transformation. Her eyes dim a little.

“I went to get a teacher,” Astrid says. “But when I told her and she looked, she saw Bo hitting Arlo and got really mad, yelling that Bo was going to be expelled.”

“Arlo was trying to hurt Tallulah!” Bo says in frustration.

Astrid clutches the dirty hem of her skirt. “The teacher started screaming about the police coming if they didn’t stop.”

“And that’s when you decided to run?” you ask, sadness tinging your voice.

They all nod.

“Are we gonna get expelled, Mama?” Tallulah asks anxiously, once again reminded of her potential horrible fate.

You exhale slowly. “I’m not sure what’s going to happen yet. I’m waiting for the headmaster to call me back.”

Astrid bites her lip. “Are you mad?”

“I was very scared when I heard you ran off, but we’ll talk more about that later. For now, I want you to know that I’m proud of you, Astrid, for standing up for yourself and for telling a teacher what was happening, even though she let you down. Bo and Tallulah, I’m proud of you for protecting your sister and each other when an adult wouldn’t do it.” You give each of them a kiss. “We’re going to figure out a way to make sure this doesn’t happen again, okay?”

You send the kids up to their rooms with the promise you’ll be up shortly to help Astrid clean up and talk more. Once they’re gone, your head falls into your hands.

Javi rubs your back lightly. “It’s going to be okay.”

When you look at him, your eyes are yellow and jaw tight. “How is it going to be okay, Javi? My children are bullied and the school does nothing but blame them! Bo is most certainly going to be expelled and I have no idea if another school will accept him. I’d consider homeschooling, but even petitioning to do so would bring the government to my doorstep. What am I supposed to do?”

“Well, there is the private school David and I attended.”

You scoff. “I could barely afford tuition for one child, let alone three. And separating them is not an option.”

He continues to knead your tense muscles. “But I could.”

Your voice softens. “Honey, you’re so sweet, but I can’t accept that.”

“Why not? That school can offer small class sizes, individual attention, sports, fine arts, better academics, and teachers have the administration support to stop bullying in its tracks. I already donate a sizable amount every year, so they will be quite willing to let the niños start mid-semester and get them up to speed.”

There’s a long beat of silence. You look torn between discomfort and hope. Finally, you say, “We’ve been together for less than six months. I know we’re not exactly going slow, but you supporting them so much financially… What if… what will happen if we…”

Javi hates thinking about a break-up as much as you hate bringing it up. It’s a fair concern, though, even if he’s determined to do everything in his power to keep it from happening. “What if I put enough money in a trust to cover their tuition through primary school? Only you or their guardian can draw from it. Then, you’re not dependent on me every semester.”

You visibly unwind at this suggestion. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. Or that I don’t think we’re in it for the long-haul.”

He gives you a soft kiss. “It’s as important to me as it is to you that my money doesn’t give me extra power in this relationship.”

“I love you.” You press your cheek to his.

He nuzzles your hair. “I love you. Now, I’m going to go call the headmistress of the school and let her know we’re transferring three very bright young students to her care.” He grins, getting up.

As Javi heads to his study, Placido catches him in the hallway. “May we speak privately?” he asks.

Javi nods curiously. “Let’s go to the study.”

They enter and shut the door. Placido opens his mouth, but hesitates. This is so unlike him that Javi’s concerned.

“What is it?”

Placido takes a bracing breath. “Considering the incident with the children today, I feel it is not in anyone’s best interest for me to continue hiding the fact I know they and their mother are werewolves.”

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Spanish Translations/Notes: chiquito - term of affection for a child nenita - baby girl mi luz - my light fútbol - soccer/football

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can i req javi g & kids taking care of were gf after fighting off a bigass animal that broke onto javi's property? just a bit of angst but mostly fluff pls tysm!!!!

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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Warnings: mild angst, hurt/comfort, injury, description of blood and wounds, first aid care, language, discussion of killing an animal, implication of non-sexual nudity Words: 2k A/N: This takes place during the time skip in Casa Werewolf Chapter 9

The full moon shines ivory through the master bedroom window of the safe house, but it doesn’t disturb the triplets as they nestle together on the bed, bellies full of squirrels and birds.

Javi watches them sleep like he does every full moon night while you’re out getting yourself food. He’ll never get over how cute they are.

He glances at his watch, then frowns. You’ve been gone longer than usual. Maybe you had to go farther to find food. You’ll likely be back any second.

After another five minutes, he’s too restless to stay sitting. He heads downstairs and peers out the front window. No massive wolf shape to ease his mind.

It’s another forty-five minutes before there’s a rapping on the door. He springs for the window again, double-checking it’s you, before unlocking and opening it.

The first thing he notices is the large amount of blood staining the cream-colored coat on your right shoulder. It drips down your front right leg, which you’re keeping off the ground. Your face is also bloody.

“Dios mío!” he gasps, fear immediately taking hold of him.

You limp inside, your breath heavy with effort and pain. There’s other patches of blood on your side and one of your flank, as well as a splattering of it across your whole body.

Javi’s first instinct is to call someone for help, but that’s immediately quashed by the realization there is no one who can call. He’s the help.

“Let me look at you in the kitchen.” The best light’s in there. “I’m going to get the first aid kit!” His voice has risen in pitch with panic.

Hearing your slow plod in that direction, he bolts upstairs. He has to calm down. He’s no good to you freaking out. But shit-shit-shit! What if it’s really serious? What if it’s too serious for your Wolf healing powers to take care of? There’s so much blood, what if you bleed out?

What even happened? Were you attacked by something? Were you shot? Fuck, what if there was someone on his property, like an illegal hunter, and they saw you?!

After snatching the first aid kit from the bathroom and as many spare towels as he can carry, he leaps down the stairs three at a time.

You’re laying on the kitchen floor on your belly, licking at your wounded shoulder. “No, no, no, we need to clean it properly!” he yelps.

The look you give him is scathing enough to finally calm him down. You’re not a child, you’re a grown-ass werewolf, and treating you like anything else is likely to get him forbidden from helping you at all.

“I can help you wash up faster,” he amends in a steadier voice.

He crouches down next to you. Now he can see a large, tearing wound on your shoulder. And there are sets of gashes on your side and flank. Another animal attacked you. A big one.

Despite how serious these wounds are, Javi’s relieved it wasn’t a human. Your secret’s still safe.

“Is it just these three?” he asks, gesturing to each injury.

You nod, jaw clenched. You’re still breathing hard and fast.

“Can you take anything for the pain?” He quickly opens the first aid kit. “I’ve got some over the counter stuff. And wine.”

When you shake your head, he bites back a frustrated curse. He knows you sense his emotions. The best way to help you really is to be calm.

Carefully, he presses a kiss to your snout. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He strokes your ears before moving to the sink to run the hot water. Then, he picks up the huge dog bowl of water on the floor and brings it to you. You lap at it thirstily.

Once the sink is full, he gets a few towels wet, then goes to your side again. First, he gently cleans the blood off your face. Next, he moves to the shoulder. Once some of the gore is gone, he can more easily see it’s a deep bite wound. Thankfully, the bleeding has mostly stopped.

“Was it another wolf?” There are some wild wolves around, although they’re quite small compared to you.

You shake your head again.

“Bear?”

This time, you nod.

“You need stitches.” Javi’s not sure he has thread and needle in the safe house to do that with, and he’s never sewn anything in his life, but he’ll figure it out.

Another shake of your head.

“These are really bad, mi luz,” he protests, unsure that the Wolf’s healing properties are enough. “Can I disinfect it, at least?”

More nodding. Your movements are sluggish. It makes him nervous. Are you just tired? Is it the pain? Is it serious blood loss?

He opens a couple of antiseptic wipes and begins to run them over the wound. A whimper escapes you, wrenching his heart.

“I’m so sorry this hurts.”

You rest your chin on his thigh, pressing your cheek against his stomach for comfort.

Javi kisses to the top of your head as he moves onto the gashes on your side. Once he’s cleaned your fur, it’s apparent they’re scratches. Definitely not pretty, but not as alarming as the bite wound.

Once the scratches on your flank have also been tended, he looks down at you, about to ask you if he can do anything else. But you’re asleep, head still nuzzled against him.

He remains seated, lightly petting your ruff. Your breathing has slowed and you seem stable, so he figures the thing you need most now is rest.

Finally, his back getting stiff, he moves your head off his lap and goes to the living room, where he collects blankets and pillows.

Bringing them to the kitchen, he sets up a nest right next to you. Then, calling your names softly, he touches your head. You peek at him from under heavy lids. “Can you scoot onto these?”

Avoiding using your right front leg, you army crawl onto the makeshift bed. With a moan, you relax. He covers you up with another couple of blankets.

Your tongue caresses his hand, tail wagging feebly in thanks.

“Is there anything else you need?”

With your left arm, you make the gesture of rocking a baby, which is the signal for asking after the children.

“They’re asleep upstairs.”

With a sigh, you lay your head on a pillow, eyes slipping shut again. He stretches out next to you, massaging your ears until you’re in a deep sleep.

The moon sets in the early hours of the morning before the kids are up. Javi’s awakened to your sharp cry of pain as you transform back into human.

“Sorry,” you hiss. “Probably should have waited a bit longer to shift.”

Quickly, he sits up to see if the change worsened your injuries. “Stay still,” he says softly, not wanting you to move again until he’s examined you.

Thankfully, you don’t seem to have further damaged anything. The bite on your shoulder has a good scab on it and there’s no sign of inflammation. If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was several days old. The same for the scratches on your side and hip. You have a lot of bruises, as well, and they’re already yellowing.

“They’re healing, but you’re going to have to take it easy for a little while.”

You turn your head to look at your shoulder, grimacing. “That bastard took a real chunk out of me, didn’t he?”

Javi grabs the first aid kit to spread some antibiotic ointment on the wounds. It might not be needed, but it’ll make him feel better. “How did you get in a fight with a bear? You don’t normally hunt them, do you?”

“No. But I chased a buck into his territory and he stupidly decided to take me on. Usually, even a bear would run from me. Maybe there was something wrong with it. Maybe it’s because winter’s coming. Whatever the reason, he wanted me dead and he was big enough to put up a fight.”

Stomach clenching at the idea of you being attacked by a bear, Javi asks tightly, “Is it dead?”

“Made him my supper,” you say wryly.

He narrows his eyes at you. “You ate before coming back here? When you were so badly hurt?!”

“I needed fuel,” you say simply. “Can’t travel, transform or heal without it.”

He huffs, even if that’s a valid point. Then, he changes the subject, “Do you want me to make you a bed in the living room or do you want to go upstairs?”

You ponder for a beat. “Probably down here. My whole body hurts a lot,” you admit, looking like it embarrasses you to say so.

Javi kisses you lips. “Of course. Let me get your pjs, too.”

When he goes up to the master bedroom, the kids are still piled together on the bed in their Wolf forms. Careful not to wake them, he pulls your pajamas from the dresser and slips from the room. He wants you comfortable before they get involved.

Before long, you’re laying on the sofa with pillows, blankets and water. “I’m not going to be able to hunt tonight,” you fuss. “The triplets’ll need food.”

“I’ll buy meat for all of you. You don’t need to worry about that,” he reassures.

Their muffled voices can be suddenly heard from the bedroom.

You turn your head in that direction. “They’ve never seen me hurt like this.”

Javi runs a hand over your hair. “They’ll be okay.”

A moment later, the master bedroom door opens and three pairs of feet thunder down. Tallulah jumps off the fourth step from the bottom, landing gracefully. Bo and Astrid copy her.

“Good morning!” Javi smiles. “Come talk to me and your mama before we make breakfast.”

They bound over to the sofa, but their good energy quickly evaporates when they see your pain-tightened face. And Bo says worriedly, “You smell like blood.”

“Did you get hurt?” Tallulah asks, eyes scanning you. She can only see the few bruises your clothes don’t cover up.

“I’m going to be fine,” you soothe. “It was a bear, but he only hurt me in a few spots.”

Javi doesn’t believe brushing this off so quickly is in their best interest, so he elaborates, “Mama’s got some pretty nasty wounds and her body hurts a lot. In order for her to heal, she needs plenty of rest. Would you three be willing to help me support her?”

You open your mouth to protest, but the triplets nod earnestly.

Astrid, although misty-eyed, seems to take comfort from having a task. “Do you want some ice chips to suck on?” she asks you sweetly.

A genuine smile crosses your face for the first time that morning as you caress her cheek. “Some ice chips sound lovely, sweetheart.”

She trots off to the kitchen.

“Can I see where he hurt you?” Bo’s curiosity has taken over.

You carefully pull your shirt off your right shoulder to show him. “Here’s one spot.”

“Whoa!” he gasps, awed. “And you fought him off?”

“I did. He was my supper.”

Bo grins proudly at how powerful you are. It gives Javi some much-needed perspective. The fact that you were able to single-handedly kill a male Iberian bear is no small feat.

Tallulah’s peering closely at the wound. “You can see some of the teeth marks. It had teeth almost as big as yours, Mama!”

You chuckle. “He had very big teeth.”

Astrid returns, hands carefully cradling some ice cubes. “Here,” she beams, thrusting them at you.

Javi quickly goes to the kitchen for a bowl and give himself a private moment to giggle at how adorably funny the kids are being about all this.

When he returns, he says, “Astrid, let’s put the cubes in here so they don’t melt as fast.”

She drops them in before nestling the bowl on the couch by your head. Then, she joins Bo and Tallulah in their admiration of your wound.

Javi claps his hands together enthusiastically. “Okay, I need some assistants! Any volunteers?”

The children spin around to face him eagerly, all yelling, “Me!”

“I’m going to need one egg scrambler, one table setter, and one juice pourer.”

They dash into the kitchen, arguing loudly about who gets to do what.

“Thank you, Javi,” you sigh, a mixture of gratitude and apology in your voice.

He bends over to kiss you gently. “You are the queen today. You have four willing devotees at your service.”

You smile, abashed.

When a loud crash echoes from the other room, he straightens. “I’d better go see what that was…”

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Spanish Translations/Notes: Dios mío - my god Mi luz - my light Mi amor- my love

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Runaway - Chapter 1

Casa Werewolf Series #1 Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: After one of your children accidentally trespasses on Javi's property, he invites your enchanting little family to supper. And sees something inexplicable... Warnings: language, child anxiety/fear, parental anxiety/fear, discussion of school bullying, discussion of children physically fighting, mention of blood, mention of alcohol, mention of guns, brief toilet humor Words: 3.2k A/N: I'm so excited to be sharing my new series "Casa Werewolf" about Javi G and how he falls in love with a werewolf and her pups! I'm exploring a slight variation of my werewolf lore, as well as some "real-world" ramifications of being a werewolf that I've only touched on in my other stories. It's going to be a fun, sweet, emotional story of love and family, and I hope you enjoy!

Javi’s just finished showering after an intense racquetball match with his trainer when the intercom in his bathroom crackles to life. “Hey, boss, we’ve got a situation,” his head security officer says through it in brisk Spanish.

Since the security detail didn’t storm his bathroom to rush him from the house, Javi assumes he’s not in mortal danger. He presses the button to respond, “What is it?”

“We found a little boy trespassing near the south gardens.”

Frowning, he wonders how the hell a child ended up there. It’s nowhere near a gate or the road.

Placido continues, “Do you want to talk to him or should I just call the police?”

Curious and concerned, Javi says, “Bring him to the sunroom, I’ll talk to him first.”

After finishing getting dressed, he heads to meet Placido. Before he even reaches the sunroom, he hears a child’s near-hysterical crying.

“Nobody going to hurt you,” Placido’s attempting to soothe in stilted English.

Javi enters the bright room with all the plants and windows to see Placido standing a few meters away from a cute young boy, maybe nine or ten, in a dirty t-shirt and slacks. The poor thing is shaking and sobbing. He seems to be speaking a mixture of Spanish and English, but it’s a little too difficult to understand to know for sure.

“Hey,” Javi smiles gently, taking Placido’s lead and speaking in English. “My name is Javi. This is my house. What’s your name?”

A couple shuddering breaths, a cough, and the child manages, “Are you gonna kill me?” He has an accent that indicates he’s an expatriate.

That’s when Javi realizes that Placido’s got two very visible guns on his hips. He turns to his security officer. That’s probably why the boy is so scared. “Would you ask Nina to heat up some croquetas for a snack?”

Placido nods and leaves.

Javi crouches down. “Nobody is going to kill you or hurt you. All I want to do is make sure you’re okay and get you back home.”

Starting to calm down without the guns around, the kid wipes at his face with his sleeve. “Please don’t call the police! I didn’t hurt anything, I promise!”

“If I can get you to your parents, the police don’t have to be involved,” he reassures. “What’s your name?”

Sniffling, the boy says, “Bo.”

“Hi, Bo, I’m Javi.” He notices that some blood is mixed with the dirt stains on the chest of Bo’s shirt. “Are you hurt?”

Bo’s eyes shift away guiltily as he shakes his head. “No.”

“Let’s go to the kitchen and get you a snack. Then, I’ll call your parents.”

“It’s just my ma.”

“Then, your mama.” Javi straightens and puts a light hand on Bo’s shoulder to steer him into the main house.

Once they arrive in the kitchen, Nina, the cook, sets a plate of steaming cod croquetas in front of Bo with a large glass of milk. “Do you need anything else, sweetie?”

“No, thank you, ma’am,” he says politely in perfect Spanish.

Nina stops by Javi, whispering, “Placido said to call him if you need him for anything. He’s getting the guards to check the perimeter to see where the boy got in.”

“Thanks, Nina,” Javi smiles.

She bustles off to the large pantry, leaving Javi and Bo alone again.

Javi sits at the small kitchen table next to the kid, who’s wolfing down the fried fish dumplings and gulping the milk like he hasn’t eaten in days. His clean hair and strong body show he’s well cared for, but it’s not surprising he’s starving considering how far he must have traveled to get to where Placido found him.

Despite the boy’s excellent Spanish, he decides to stick with English. “I’d like to call your mama now.”

Bo doesn’t respond, his gaze purposefully on the quickly-emptying plate.

“Is there a reason I should not call her?” It’s a school day, so he assumes Bo ran away from there, but maybe there’s something’s going on at home that makes it unsafe for him to return. “Can you tell me why you ended up on my property.”

“It was Arlo’s fault!” Bo suddenly bursts out with passionate anger. “He just wouldn’t shut up about Astrid so I hit him!”

Ahhhh. It was a fight. And now he’s scared he’ll be in trouble.

“Is that whose blood’s on your shirt?”

“He said Astrid was stupid because she’s a grade behind us. But she wasn’t ready to leave preschool when we were!” Bo’s fists ball up and he looks like he might cry again.

Javi feels deep affection for this fierce, loving little boy. “There’s nothing wrong with not being ready for primary school at the same time as your peers,” he says sincerely.

Bo relaxes a little. “It’s just ‘cause she’s the runt. She can’t help that she gets scared a lot.”

Instead of ‘runt’ sounding like an insult, the boy says it with factual gentleness, like he’s talking about the smallest kitten in a litter.

“You’re noble to have protected her honor.”

“I’m her big brother, it’s my job to beat up the assholes who are mean to her.”

So, this Astrid is his sister. Perhaps a twin if they should have been in the same grade together. “You’re an excellent big brother.” Then, Javi has an alarming thought. “Did she run away with you?” A little girl shouldn’t be running alone on his estate, she might get hurt.

“No, she wasn’t there. It was just me.”

Relieved that there’s only one child to worry about, Javi continues his careful line of questioning, “You ran away because you’re worried you’ll get in trouble?”

“The last time I got in a fight, the principal told Mama I’ll be suspended if it happens again.”

Javi hums sympathetically. “I understand you don’t want to disappoint her, but it’s going to be much worse for her when she realizes you ran away.”

Sighing despondently, Bo nods. “I guess you should call her. I don’t want her to be scared.”

- - -

Less than thirty minutes later, Javi hears Reina—one of his housekeepers—opening the front door and then the sound of a frazzled female voice that he recognizes from the phone.

Bo, who’s sitting with him in the entertainment room on the couch watching some cartoon on TV, looks up with trepidation.

Javi bites back a smile. “Are you ready for a scolding, chiquito?”

When he’d called you, you’d been frantic with worry and nearly wept when he told you Bo was fine. He’s just glad you didn’t assume he was a predator who’d lured him into his house or something.

Bo grimaces. “She’s gonna be really mad.”

“It’s because she loves you. My mother was the same when I was your age.” Javi pats his back bracingly.

When the sound of several pairs of feet on the tile floor approach the room, he stands with what he hopes is a disarming smile. He’ll try to save Bo some of the admittedly deserved ire he’s about to face.

You rush in behind Reina, two young girls at your heels. “Oh god, Bo,” you breathe, a hand resting on your chest as you comprehend that your son is indeed safe.

“Hi, Mama,” he says with a guilty grimace, slowly getting up.

Crossing the distance, you pull him into a tight hug. He wraps his arms around you. “Sorry if I scared you.”

“‘Scared’ doesn’t even begin to cover what I was!” You pull back, scanning him for any sign of something to worry over. When you see the blood, you touch his chest anxiously. “Did you get hurt?”

“It’s not mine,” he mumbles.

Exhaling in exasperation and relief, you clutch him to you again.

Javi’s smile softens as he turns to the two little girls standing nearby. Their coloring and facial structure are very much like Bo’s. The older one’s also tall and athletic like him. Maybe the twin he was alluding to earlier? Her arms are crossed with obvious sisterly judgement.

The second sister is probably a couple years younger, maybe six or seven, with a much more delicate build than her older siblings. She also looks very anxious.

Javi’s about to say something to reassure her when Bo huffs impatiently, “I’m okay, Mom!” And pulls away from you.

You shake your head, blinking like you were lost in a trance, and frown deeply at him. “We’ll talk at home,” you say with the expected edge of disapproval.

Then, you turn your weary gaze to Javi. He sees where your children have gotten their adorable looks. They take strongly after their beautiful mother.

“Señor Gutierrez, thank you so much for taking care of Bo. I’m so sorry that he trespassed. If there’s any damage, please let me know so I can pay for it.”

Javi smiles, stepping forward. “No harm was done. Bo was a very polite guest.”

You relax slightly. “I’m glad to hear it. Bo, get your things. Let’s go.”

The chagrined look passes over his face again. “I kinda lost my backpack somewhere.”

“Oh my god,” the older sister mutters with a huge eye roll.

“At school?”

He shakes his head. “I was... running... and it fell off.”

Your eyes close and you take a slow breath. “You’ll have to show me what area tomorrow. We’ll find it, then.”

“I think it might be in Javi’s yard. I lost it after I dug under the fence.

Javi frowns. How on earth had this kid dug under his heavy-duty fence?

But he’s distracted by you turning to him with that exhausted, apologetic expression that seems to be etching itself into your face. “Señor Gutierrez, could I inconvenience you further to look in your yard for Bo’s backpack. He needs his books and school work from it.”

“Please call me ‘Javi’. I’ll ask the groundskeepers to look. I have a rather large yard, though, so it may take some time to find it.”

“Mama,” the little one whispers uncomfortably.

You turn to her. “Yes, sweetie?”

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

Javi smiles at the girl. “There’s one just through that door.” He points to the end of the living room where the connected bathroom is located.

She avoids his gaze, scurrying off.

Then, he returns his attention to you. “Would you and your children stay for an early supper while the backpack is being retrieved?” Even though he’s just fed Bo, he has a feeling that he could eat more. And he has a feeling that you could use a break from making food for your family.

You hesitate and he quickly realizes that you might think he’s hitting on you. “If your husband or partner would like to join us, they’re welcome.

“Single mother,” you say shortly, clearly not interesting in elaborating.

“His food is really good, Ma,” Boo wheedles. “And I’m hungry again.”

You protest, “We can’t impose more than we already have.”

“You’d be doing me the favor. Out here, I rarely to get dine with others.”

Turning to the elder girl, you ask, “What do you think, hon? Are you hungry?”

After giving Javi an appraising look, the girl says, “If he hasn’t murdered Bo yet, then the rest of us are safe.”

Bo narrows his eyes at her.

Javi can’t help laughing. “I promise, you and your family will come to no harm here.”

You shake your head with amused reproach. “It’s not polite to say things like that, Tallulah.” Then, you touch her lightly on the head. “Javi, this is my daughter, Tallulah. You know Bo. And my other daughter, Astrid, is the one using the restroom.”

He can tell that an introduction on your part is a sign of trust. He smiles warmly at Tallulah. “Pleased to meet you, Tallulah.”

This does puzzle him about the age of the siblings, though. There’s no way Astrid should be in the same grade as Bo, so Bo must have meant that she’d been held back in her own age bracket. Tallulah could either be the eldest of all three or the middle.

A moment later, Astrid returns, her eyes shining and a secretive smile on her lips. She runs over to where Talulah is and tugs on her sleeve. When Tallulah bends down, Astrid whispers something in her ear, giggling.

“A faucet?” the older says louder, face scrunched in confusion.

“In the toilet?” Bo gawks, although there’s no way he could have heard what the youngest had said.

You chuckle. “That’s the bidet, sweetheart.”

Javi grins. “Did you press the button on the side and get a little surprise?”

Astrid giggles again, nodding.

“That’s to clean your bum,” he explains, having a hard time not giggling himself when all three kids burst out into hysterical laughter.

You give him a genuine, beautiful smile that makes his heart speed up. “Our bidet is next to the toilet, not in it.”

“They’re not as common inside the toilet in Spain,” he agrees.

“I didn’t notice when I went early. I’m gonna go see!” Bo charges off.

Tallulah looks hopefully at you and you nod for her to go look, too. She rushes after her brother, Astrid behind her.

You sigh, crossing your arms. “Thank you again for taking care of Bo. When the school called me about what happened, I was terrified he’d end up somewhere dangerous or get lost.”

“It really was no trouble. I’m just glad he found his way here,” Javi says gently. “He told me he got in a fight because someone was rude about Astrid.”

There’s a vindicated look in your eyes. “The administration said he’d attacked the other boy unprovoked, but I know he wouldn’t do that. He might be wild, but he’s not violent. Unless some little asshole is cruel about his sister.”

Javi smiles, appreciating that you’re a parent who believes in your child. “He’s a great kid. And smart.”

You brighten at the praise. “Yes, he is. They are all. I’m very blessed.” Glancing around the room at the big TV, gaming systems, and pool table, you ask, “Do you have any children?”

He shakes his head. “It’s just me.”

Expression inscrutable, you hum.

“Did he get suspended for the fight?”

Sighing again, you shrug. “I have a meeting with the principal first thing in the morning to discuss it.”

“I hope it works out. Oh!” Javi suddenly remembers. “Let me go get the groundskeepers looking for Bo’s backpack. And tell the cook that supper’s a party.” He walks to the intercom panel on the wall and quickly dispatches instructions in Spanish to the groundskeepers and Nina.

There’s a shriek from the bathroom. He glances over his shoulder to see you darting in that direction, hissing loudly, “What are you three doing?” You stop in the doorway, mouth agape. “We are guests!”

As he moves to join you, he hears Tallulah say defensively, “It was Bo!”

“You said to turn it up!” Bo snaps back.

Javi steps behind you and sees water dripping down the wall across from the toilet and pooled in small puddles on the floor. The three children look at their mother, abashed. He laughs. “It’s got quite the reach on it.”

You quickly turn to him, embarrassed. “I’m sorry! Do you have any towels so they can clean it up?”

He waves dismissively. “One of the housekeepers will get it.”

“No,” you argue firmly. “When we make messes, we clean them up.” You turn to the kids. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Tallulah agrees, giving Bo a dirty look.

Astrid is eyeing the toilet with a mischievous glint. “It’s kinda like a water fountain.”

“Astrid, don't you dare!” you warn sharply.

Although she looks properly chastised, the sparkle doesn’t leave her. Hopefully she’s not actually considering using it as a water fountain.

Javi feels both tenderness for your children and also is quickly understanding why you look so damn tired. They certainly have spirit.

He claps his hands. “Would you like to see my backyard? There’s lots of space to play. I might be able to find a couple of balls to kick around, too.”

You smile gratefully. “After they’ve cleaned up the water, that’d be wonderful.” Then, you frown. “There won’t be... armed men where they’re playing, will there?”

He quickly shakes his head. “No, no, we’ll be right by the house, so no guards.”

Your smile returns and you nod.Still feeling like it’s silly to have the kids clean up, Javi arranges for some towels to be brought. However, he finds himself impressed by how diligently and thoroughly they make sure there are no slick spots left.

Once you’re satisfied with the state of the bathroom, he leads the four of you out to the large grassy area on the side of his house. “Do you know how to play fútbol?” He grabs one of the black and white balls from the basket on the deck.

Tallulah grins. “Bo and me are both on our school’s teams.”

“I help them practice,” Astrid adds enthusiastically.

Javi tosses the ball at the grass. “Have fun, niños!”

As the three of them begin to play a casual game of keep-away, he offers you one of the comfortable lounge chairs. You sit, although you don’t completely relax. He’s very tempted to offer you some wine, but has a feeling you’d find it inappropriate.

Instead, he decides to get you talking again. “How old are they?”

“Eight,” you smile.

He inhales softly, suddenly putting together all the pieces. “They’re triplets, aren’t they?” Which makes Bo and Tallulah big for their age and Astrid small.

You smile. “They are. Most people think Tallulah and Bo are twins because they’re in the same year at school and have the same build. But Astrid’s only twelve minutes younger than Bo. Genetics are funny like that.”

Javi glances at you out of the corner of his eye. A single mother with triplets. Damn. Are you divorced? Widowed? Or did you choose IVF with the intention of raising your child or children alone?

“They’re inseparable,” you continue. “Sure, they bicker like all siblings, but they love each other more than anything.”

“My little brother and I are really close, too. No matter how tough stuff gets, we always know we can count on each other.” He smiles, thinking of how brave David’s been lately.

“It’s a gift,” you say softly.

The afternoon sun is coming on strong. “Would you like something to drink?” he asks. “It’s hot out here.”

“Some water would be lovely.”

Javi gets to his feet and goes to the intercom. He’s about to ask for water and juice when Astrid yells in distress, “Hey, wait for me!”

He turns back to see Tallulah zooming at an incredible speed across the grass and Bo right on her heels. Astrid’s fast for her size, but she just can’t keep up with her taller, stronger siblings.

Then, something very strange happens. There’s an odd blur to her body, like when someone moves while a picture is being taken. A beat later, she’s disappeared, her clothes falling in a pile on the ground.

Where she was now stands a pale white and gray German Shepherd puppy. It bounds after the others, easily gaining on them.

What the fuck?!

Dizziness overtakes him as he hears you screaming in panic, “Astrid, no!”

He wants to tell you it’s fine, that Astrid can be a dog if she wants to be, but the world goes black before he can get the words out.

- - -

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Spanish Translations/Notes: croquetas - fried dumpling balls, usually with meat or fish in them chiquito - affectionate nickname for a young boy fútbol - football/soccer niños - kids

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Hombres Lobo - Chapter 3

Casa Werewolf Series #3

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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Plagued by his apparent hallucination, Javi decides to check his home's security cameras to find out the truth Warnings: language, health anxiety, parental fear/anxiety/panic, discussion of deceased spouse/parent, horny thoughts Words: 3.5k

Around the same time you’re awake panicking about video cameras catching Astrid’s transformation, Javi’s slipping on his silk dragon-patterned robe and slippers. He also can’t sleep.

As he shuffles down to his home office, he replays the memory that’s been plaguing him. He was standing at the intercom when Astrid yelled. He looked at her. She was just a little girl struggling to keep up with her siblings. But suddenly she was a dog.

For most of the evening, Javi had brushed the incident off as encroaching heat stroke, like you’d said. But then he’d realized that he’d barely been outside before it happened. And he’d had none of the other symptoms.

The problem was, kids don’t turn into dogs, so it has to have been a hallucination, right? But if it wasn’t heat stroke that caused it, then what if it was another medical condition? What if it was a tumor?!

He worked himself into a tizzy googling “symptoms of a brain tumor” and “hallucinations and fainting”. It was when he’d decided he’d rather live in a world where children turn into dogs than a world where he has a tumor that it occurred to him: the security cameras by that part of the house would have recorded what happened. Then, he’ll know for sure what to panic about.

Once he’s logged onto the camera application on his laptop, he drags the window to his massive external monitor. He finds the approximate time he was watching the kids play soccer. It’s a wide angle lens that captures much of the grassy lawn. He zooms in on Astrid.

She’s lagging further behind Bo and Tallulah, little face growing pinched with distress. “Hey, wait for me!” There’s a brief pause in her movements, the odd blur to her features that he remembers, and—BAM—a white and grey puppy with patches of brown.

SHE’S A FUCKING PUPPY.

Javi pauses the video, staring at the canid face. Now that he’s seeing it closer, she looks a lot like a wolf. Probably why he thought she was a uniquely colored German Shepherd. Zooming in even closer on her raised front foot, he notices that it doesn’t look quite like a dog’s paw. The toes are more like clawed fingers.

Suddenly, he’s feeling woozy again. No, he’s not going to pass out again!

He gives himself a sharp smack on his cheek. It stings enough to bring his blood pressure back up and the vertigo begins to subside.

After taking a couple of steadying breaths, he pushes play. Astrid is galloping gleefully through the grass. “Astrid, no!” you shriek off-camera.

From this point on, the scene is new to Javi. Bo and Tallulah have stopped running, staring in horror at Puppy Astrid, who freezes in place. You rush into view, grabbing her off the ground and then hiding her with her discarded clothes.

Javi pauses the video again, the shock easing enough that he’s beginning to register other things. Foremost is the fear on your face. Whatever makes it possible for Astrid to change into a dog, no one is ever supposed to find out about it outside of your family. And you’re terrified he saw what had happened.

Without hesitation, he selects the recorded footage from about a minute before Astrid changed forms to about a minute after Tallulah rushes her inside. Then, he deletes it. Not only does he delete it, but he makes sure that every single copy in the cloud or on backup hard drives is deleted. There is no fucking way anyone else will see what he saw.

Something else tickles his memory. Bo had said he “dug under the fence.” At the time, that’d seemed like hyperbole, but if he, too, can turn into a dog, then it’s more than possible.

Quickly, Javi begins a feverish search through the footage around the time Bo had been brought to the house. He’s trying to find a spot where there’s a hole by one of the fences. When he does, he rewinds until he recognizes Bo running away from it and into the main part of the property.

More rewinding until he reaches the place just before dirt started to fly on the inside of the fence. He hits play. A small hole is quickly being dug from underneath and, soon, out pops a puppy that looks similar to Astrid. He’s dragging a backpack in his mouth.

A few meters away from the hole, he drops the backpack and, in a split second, has turned into a human. Hastily, Bo opens the backpack and pulls out his clothes to dress himself. Then, he throws the backpack over one shoulder and bolts out of sight of that camera.

Javi makes quick work of deleting the footage from that camera and another from the same time but on the other side of the fence. He wipes it all from every single place possible and prays that those are the only two instances of the kids turning into dogs that were caught on film.

Thank god he decided to come and check before Placido or someone else from the security detail had reason to look at that footage.

There’s no way he’s going to go back to sleep, so he heads to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. After filling the stainless steel espresso maker with water and ground espresso, he sets it on the stovetop to boil.

His brain is trying to comprehend exactly what he just witnessed—and participated in keeping a secret. The only story he knows of people turning into dogs are werewolves. And, even if werewolves exist, don’t they need a full moon to transform? Not only is it not the full moon yet, but the moon hadn’t risen yet.

Chuckling wryly, Javi throws himself into a kitchen chair. Why is he trying to put supernatural folklore rules onto a couple of kids who can literally become dogs? Do any rules of the universe apply anymore?

Your exhausted, panicked face rises up in his mind again. This is something you live with every single day. Every minute, probably.

Wait, are you also a werewolf? Is it genetic? Or were Bo and Astrid attacked by one? He has so many questions, but something tells him he shouldn’t contact you again. He’s sure that you feel very exposed after what happened, and him reaching out, even in friendship, would only result in you feeling backed into a corner.

Realizing the coffee has stopped boiling, he gets to his feet and goes to grab an espresso cup from the cupboard.

Disappointment washes over him. All he wants is to see you again.

Your quiet fierceness and deep tenderness have awakened something in him. Sure, you lied about why he fainted, but he can’t blame you for that. And you stayed with him to make sure he was okay instead of leaving, even when it might have been a wiser choice.

“What are you doing up, Javi?” Nina’s question startles him and he whirls around. She’s smiling with mild concern.

He glances at the clock on the wall and sees it’s a little after 6:00. “Do you get here this early every day?” What did he pay her? Whatever it was, was not enough to be at work at this godawful hour of the morning.

She chuckles, grabbing her apron off the hook on the wall. “Only the ones I work. Why are you awake?”

Javi shrugs, finally grabbing the cup and going to pour himself coffee. “Just restless. You want any?”

“Please. This restlessness wouldn’t have anything to do with that pretty mother who you had for supper last night, would it?” The wrinkles around Nina’s eyes deepen with a knowing smile.

Pouring the two cups of coffee, he sighs. “Her life is a bit too complicated to add me into it.”

She hums sympathetically, taking the cup he offers her. “That’s a shame. It was nice to hear the sounds of children and laughter in this house.”

“Are you trying to make me feel worse?” he grumps.

With a smirk, Nina takes a sip. “No. Just trying to make you decide if it’s worth figuring out a way you might fit into her complicated life.”

Nina’s challenge sticks with Javi through his breakfast and morning target practice in his private gun range.

Assuming you are interested in men—specifically him—what could he offer you to make you feel like he’ll add to your life instead of make it harder? Love, partnership, a father to your children, financial security, and a safe home. A very safe home with a lot of private land that werewolves could run around on. Most of it doesn’t even have security cameras.

The problem still is, though, convincing you to consider adding someone else into your circle. He has to start slow. Certainly not with “I know at least two of your kids are werewolves. How about a date?”

Maybe with a text later asking how the meeting with Bo’s principal went. Yes, concerned, friendly, something he’s genuinely wondering about. Then, after a few days of texting, he could ask you out for coffee. Short, simple, no pressure.

He’s crafting the exact text in his brain as he puts away his pistol when his head housekeeper, Reina, enters, looking nervous like she always does when she comes into the range.

After he removes his ear muffs, she says, “The woman who visited with her children yesterday is here. She says she lost an earring.”

Heart jumping excitedly, Javi grins. A missing earring might be even better than a text. “Set her up with some food in the entertainment room. I’ll be right there.”

Reina nods and leaves.

Javi zips to the nearest powder room to clean his hands and make sure his hair has just the right amount of playful bounce to it. Then, he goes to the entertainment room.

“Morning!” he beams, seeing you staring around at the ceiling of the room while Reina sets a tray of juice, coffee, toast, butter, and jam on the sideboard.

You turn quickly and he’s immediately concerned by your exhausted, slightly wild eyes. Something’s wrong. “Thank you, Reina,” he says dismissively before you can speak. He wants privacy.

“Call if you need anything else.” Her gaze is also on you with a slight frown. Then, she exits the room and softly closes the large doors.

“I, uh, lost my earring yesterday. I can’t find it in here. Could we look outside?” Your fingers clasp and unclasp your purse handle anxiously.

“Of course. Have you eaten breakfast yet?” It was barely 8:00 A.M. Honestly, now that he thought about it, it was very strange that you’d come this early to find an earring, no matter how sentimental or valuable. You could have texted or called him.

“I don’t need anything, thank you.” Suddenly, the anxiety on your face deepens. You walk to the other side of the room where the bathroom is, head tilted up towards the ceiling.

Javi can tell this isn’t about an earring, but it’s obvious you’re looking for something. He decides to go along for the moment, hoping that he can gain your trust enough to learn what the actual problem is.

“After you check the bathroom, we can go outside. And look around the other areas of the house you were in, too,” he says lightly.

You abruptly face him again, swallowing hard. “Thank you,” you repeat.

As he leads you out, he notes that you continue to look all around you. When you two arrive on the patio and your gaze goes to the walls and roof, your expression contorts like you’ve been punched in the stomach.

The camera. You’d thought about the security cameras and had come to see if any had caught what happened.

Wrapping your arms tightly around yourself, your breathing grows ragged. You quickly turn away from him, lacking the ability to control your expression.

He steps around you so he’s facing you again and, not knowing what else to do, whispers, “I deleted all the footage of Astrid and Bo so no one else can ever find out.”

When your gaze snaps to his, he sees that your eyes have turned a brilliant shade of amber. That answers his question about you being a werewolf. Maybe he should feel afraid, but the tears in your eyes only cause tenderness to fill him.

You choke out, “You did? Really?”

He gently touches your arm. “I can show you if it’ll make you feel better.”

You nod vigorously.

“Your eyes are yellow. There are only cameras outside the house, but staff will see be around. Keep your head lowered until we get to my office,” he murmurs, his hand remaining on your arm to guide you back inside.

Thankfully, you don’t run into anyone on the way. Once in the office, he shuts and locks the door. Then, he gestures at his desk chair for you to sit. You shake your head, hunched in on yourself, eyes still a deep yellow.

Javi sits in the chair instead, quickly logging in and returning to the security camera app. Starting with Astrid’s incident, he pulls up the date, time and location for the back lawn. That time is filled with a black screen that says 'MISSING'.

“Gone on here and on all my drives.” He pulls up each drive he has and the cloud back-up system to show the same black screen at that time and local.

You’re just staring at the monitor without speaking, so he decides to keep going.

“Bo dug under the fence. I found where and deleted it the same.” Once again, he shows you the blank spot in the app and in the back-ups. “I know there’s no way to prove I don’t have copies elsewhere, but I give you my word there aren’t.”

When he turns back to you, he finds you’re staring at him now with a rawness that makes his chest ache. “You’re really not going to tell anyone?”

“Absolutely not!” he says vehemently. “You and your family are safe with me. I will never let anyone or anything harm any of you if I can help it, especially because of that secret.”

The tears finally slip down your cheeks as you begin trembling. You open your mouth, trying to speak, but nothing comes out.

Javi responds instinctively, jumping up from the chair to shepherd you to the sofa. He grabs a throw blanket to wrap around you. “I cannot imagine how frightening it must have been thinking about the cameras.”

You close your eyes, still not saying anything, but one of your hands finds his and you squeeze his fingers. That touch is like an electrical current through his body, making his heart race and his blood sing.

It’s a rare moment where he’s unable to find words, so the two of you sit in silence. You’re still shaking, so he uses his free hand to tuck the blanket more tightly around you.

Finally, you look at him. Your irises are back to their beautiful, normal color. “Once again, ‘thank you’ isn’t enough.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says earnestly. “Any person that would abuse your secret is the lowest scum of the earth, in my opinion.”

You chuckle ruefully, removing your fingers from his to wipe your face. “I’ve spent my life trying to make sure I never have to find out. I guess I’m fortunate that, the one time I failed, it was someone like you.”

No wonder you look so fucking tired, trying to keep three young children and yourself safe. “That sounds… exhausting.”

Shrugging, you hug the edges of the blanket to your chest. Your trembling has eased. “It’s been that way my whole life. I don’t know anything else.” Then, the wry smile comes back. “My lie about heat stroke didn’t work, huh?”

“It worked until about midnight when I went to bed and realized I didn’t have any of the other symptoms. Then, I was sure I had a brain tumor.”

You groan, but your lips have widened into a genuine smile. “Sorry about that.”

He waves it off. “If I hadn’t needed to find out for myself if it was real or a hallucination, I’d never have looked at the footage.”

“You’ve probably got a lot of questions.”

Javi’s desperate for answers, but he’s not about to push you. “I don’t have to have an explanation.”

You actually grin at him. “Saying that almost killed you, I can tell.”

Damn him and his open face! It’s why he’s always lost at poker, as his brother constantly reminds him.

“The least I can do is share a bit about what you’re hiding,” you continue. “My children and I are werewolves. Hombre lobos as you call them in Spanish.”

So, he’d been right. Honestly, he’s not sure how to feel about it. Right now, he’s so honored you’re sharing with him that anything else is being pushed to the side.

“After my husband passed a few years ago, we moved here to get a fresh start.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” he says softly. He’s not put off by your widowhood, but he will need to get a better feel for if you’re in a place to want a new relationship before going forward.

“It’s been a hard time, but I finally feel like me and the kids are stable again. We love the sun and the sea. And the cost of living is a good match for my income.“

That makes him wonder how your financial situation is. You’re a single parent with three little kids who are werewolves. Do they need to eat more? Do they grow faster? Bo and Tallulah certainly are big for their age. And what are your needs? Are they being met?

“It’s not perfect, there’s not a lot of space or privacy for us to run around. And hunting on the full moon has been reduced to buying a bunch of meat and eating it in our apartment. Not exactly a great way to teach my kids to hunt, but better than risking being seen.”

“So, wait. You do turn during the full moon? But it’s not one right now, so how did Bo and Astrid turn into wolves?”

“Lycanthropy is genetic. We each have a Wolf inside us. We are ruled by the moon, but not exactly in the way the stories say.”

Javi’s eyes are glued to your face, completely wrapped up in this new layer of the world he’s learning about.

“I’m in constant communication with my Wolf except during the new moon. During those few days, I’m almost completely human because she’s sleeping. Then, as the moon swells towards full, I have access to her and her power, which includes increased speed, strength, healing abilities, enhanced senses, and, of course, letting her take over our body. The shift.”

“And Astrid and Bo can do this?”

“And Tallulah. By the moon is a waxing gibbous, the Wolf has much more control. We’re very in touch with our primality during those days.”

An intense desire for you to get primal with Javi takes over his brain. He remembers how your fingers felt in his hair when checking for head injuries. And how strong you were when you pulled him to his feet. What else can you do?

No, now is not the time to think about that!

“Then, on the three nights of the full moon, the Wolf is in full control. When the moon rises, our human side goes into rest mode and the animal is out until it sets. We can’t stop it any more than we can bring forth the Wolf during the new moon.”

“Are you separate beings or the same?”

You smile. “We’re the same soul. Think of it as if your most pure instincts had their own voice and face. You’re still you, but you’re more aware of them and how they influence you.”

The grandfather clock in a nearby hallway begins to chine. You pause, listening to it. When it hits its ninth and final chime, your eyes widen in alarm.

“Shit!” You jump up. “I completely forgot about my meeting with Bo’s principal. I’m already late, I have to go. Thank you again. And… I’m sorry for getting you involved in this.”

Also standing, Javi says earnestly, “I’m not.”

There’s a beat as you seem to weigh his words. Then, something about you opens up, as if he’s been allowed to pass through a fence you keep around yourself. “Would you like to join us for supper tonight? A way of showing my gratitude? I know the kids would love to see you again, too.”

His heart somersaults excitedly. You want to make him food? And the kids would like to see him again? “I would love that!”

You pick up your purse, smiling. “I’ll text you our address and a time as soon as I get out of the meeting.”

After you’ve left, Javi collapses onto the bench in the entryway, head whirling and spirits soaring. You’re a werewolf, and, more importantly, you’ve invited him to supper!

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Spanish Translations/Notes: hombre lobo - werewolf/wolf-man

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