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deathordesire · 4 years

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Sunlight. (3/?)

Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daenerys’ Death, angst, hurt/comfort, gore, violence, Smut between women in later chapters.

Word Count: Maxed out the post LMAO.

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Greyworm and you stood on the deck as you arrive in Kingswood. His lips curled in laughter as you make jokes about never getting on a ship again.

"I might be able to convince you otherwise," a soft voice spoke behind you.

Dany had a small smile on her lips as you turn around, ordering the ships to begin unloading.

You take the hand offered by the soldier beside you, stepping onto the ramp to lead the Dornishmen forward.

The eyes on your back were heavy, a part of you wanted to run back to her and stay by her side. But you turn and meet her violet eyes, sending her a look that held more emotion that you care to admit.

Danys brows furrow as she tries to hide her worry, lips pressing together at your goodbye.

The soldiers outside Maegors Holdfast were facedown—weapons still sheathed.

Stepping over them, your soldiers open the Tower doors with weapons aimed. But you are met with silence instead.

A figure was a few feet ahead, kneeling over a guards body with cloaked robes. You shove your arm in front of the soldier beside you, barring him from stepping further at the sight ahead.

The figure stands and meets you halfway, but instead of attacking—the robed figure pulls down the cloak over her face. She smiles at you in greeting, both of you clasping each other's forearms in relief.

"The halls are emptied My lady."

You nod to her with a thankyou, having her keep watch over the doors as you and the soldiers move forward. More guards line the halls, and you find yourself feeling sorry that they had been on the wrong side. But their deaths were painless, fast. The rest were not.

It was in the later halls that you found some of the Council members. Their faces were struck in shock, bile at the sides of their mouths from the poison.

You step over the men with a smile of satisfaction. Voices growing louder as you reach the doors of the courtyard. Your weapons were held tight as the doors open. You slip inside with your spear aimed--only for it to clash with a heavy sword.

Brienne of Tarth was in silver armor in front of you, her jaw straining with effort. But both of you were struggling to keep the other pinned.

You took the chance—kicking her knee and twisting your spear out of the hold to duck underneath her arm.

She whips around with a frustrated look on her face, striding to you. Soldiers begin pouring in at the opening you gave them, their focus on King Brandon's men already in the room.

Brienne reaches you again, her sword raising as a loud roar emanates above. Drogon lands on the side of the Keep, red and black body bristling in warning.

You pull your spear back, watching Brienne and Brans soldiers' faces move to ones of fear.

A smile curls on the side of your face at Daenerys' signal. The fighting had stopped at Drogons appearance, and you turn to face the remaining Council.

Tyrion meets your eyes, stepping forward to greet you. "Y/N,"

Once, you might have greeted him warmly. But he betrayed you both with what he had done.

"I have a message from Queen Daenerys Targaryen," You state.

His eyes lower, voice holding no surprise as he speaks. "What is your message?"

"The Mother of Dragons has come to take back what is hers. You have a choice--bend the knee," Your eyes lift to Drogon as you continue, "Or die."

His head dips before he looks back up at you, "King Brandon will need time to think it over,"

You nod to a dornish soldier behind Tyrion. Her copper armor glints as she grips his wrists, clasping chains around them.

"Tyrion will be held for one day, at noon tomorrow we await your decision."

None of the Council spoke, only watching as you turn and leave the Courtyard.

Tyrion walks beside you, the Unsullied at his sides. He was silent until you left the Gates of Kings Landing, his throat clearing as he makes to speak at the tension. "How does Dorne fair? I heard it was not affected by the winter—"

You stop walking, sending him a cold stare. Everything in you was aching to scream at him for what he had done to Daenerys. "She loved you Tyrion," your voice low, "Trusted you."

You begin to walk again, the Unsullied and Dornishmen resuming their pace behind you. "I will enjoy watching you burn."

The soldiers greet you with nods as you pass through the camp, heading immediately for Daenerys' tent in the middle. You pull your hair from the tightly knit war bun, nodding to Greyworm as he eyes Tyrion with cold eyes.

Yaras eyes move to yours, then back to the ground with a grimace lining her brows. "I almost didnt recognize you with your hair down."

Your brow raises in concern, "Is everything alright?"

"The waitin' is always the worst part." She says, settling by the unlit fire.

You heard her Valyrian before you saw her. Danys face is emotionless as she refuses to speak to Tyrion, her fingers waving for Unsullied to take him away.

As the night went on some soldiers broke out in drink—others kept watch with extra guard.

Daenerys was busy even as many were at rest. But you could see the heaviness in her eyes, the stress that came from the burden of so many lives on her hands. And you wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be alright. You hoped.

Yourself and Yara had been speaking of your homelands to pass the time, both of you refusing to talk of War. The night grew colder as the moon came out, and Dany finally came back to the nearby fire.

Yara purses her lips at the time, drink still in her hand as she moves closer. "The nights cold, we could warm my bed—if you've a mind," her lips pressing close to your ear.

You pull back from her, gently squeezing her forearms, "Forgive me, but I must decline."

Yara nods—a small smile on her face as she begins to walk backwards, "Let me know if you change your mind." Turning around to walk to her tent.

Dany eyes you from across the fire, her attention no longer on the Dothraki beside her. Eyes gentle as she bids him goodnight.

"Khaleesi," he states, leaving you both.

"Are Ironborn not to your liking?" A curious look in her smile as she moves closer.

"I've interest in only one woman." You whisper as she closes the distance between you.

Her eyes widen at your confession, hand pushing your hair over your shoulder to cradle your neck. Those purple eyes search yours with need, a low gasp stuck in your throat at the want in them. She pulls your face close, small puffs of breathe warming your lips before she kisses you.

Danys kiss is gentle, and her other hand moving to grasp your hip roughly. You lick your lips and press hot kisses to her mouth. Teeth pulling at the soft skin as you taste the spice on her tongue. You are almost drunk at the soft whines she gives.

She smiles against your mouth in response—hooking her fingers underneath your armored breastplate and leading you backwards into a tree.

You demand her attention, nipping down her neck as she presses herself against you. She pulls away with a moan, pressing your foreheads together in the cold. You give her a small kiss before she slips back into her tent. A smile on your lips as you leave.

➳ ➳ ➳

Daenerys led the soldiers the next morning by foot, she wore a silver gown made of smooth thread—her shoulders and breastplate armored with three headed dragons. You praised her neutrality, knowing that even in her urge to be civil—she would not pretend she was not a Targaryen queen.

A few hours after sunrise, the gates open. Brienne and Tyrion walking behind Ser Davos who was wheeling out Brandon Stark to deliver his decision. The tension was heavy in the wait of the King, and finally Bran and his council were only a few feet away.

Drogon lands beside Daenerys seconds after, following her as she steps forward to greet them. "Brandon Stark."

And as if he was her echo, Drogon spreads his immense wings and roars at them in warning.

You move to Danys side, smiling as Yara does the same—both of you staying close to her.

"You are here to take back Kings Landing." Bran states.

"I am here to take what is mine." Daenerys answers.

He looks up at her, "I could refuse." his face emotionless even as he spoke the threat.

Yourselves and the Council tense at his words, it was obvious none of you wanted more blood on your hands.

Daenerys smiles, eyes moving to the ground, "You could," her face growing cold as she steps closer and meets his eyes before continuing, "And my soldiers will block each entry and exit. Your people would begin to starve. In months, fight over crumbs. Perhaps even kill each other for it."

You all stand silent, even Brienne was visibly troubled at the situation. And you whisper in Danys ear for permission before speaking.

"You did not want to be King in the first place did you Brandon?" Gently eyeing him before continuing,

You hoped he would remember that part of himself that was still a boy with a family. "Spare your people, let The Mother of Dragons take care of them now. As they should be."

Brans eyes were on the sky, there was still no emotion on his face.

It took him a good three minutes of heavy silence before he spoke, "Enough blood has been spilled for a Throne that no longer exists. I must ask one thing,"

He wheels forward, setting his hands in his lap. "I wish to return to Winterfell—to be in the North."

Daenerys lets out the tension from her soldiers, a low sigh escaping her lips as she nods. "You will be taken home to Winterfell safely,"

She turns to the remaining Council, "The rest of you have a choice, bend the knee—or exile to the North."

Brienne stalks forward, one hand resting on the armored belt at her side. "If I may, my oath still stands with Sansa's mother—I would see myself return to the North as well."

Ser Davos agrees, "Im too fuckin' old for wars, you have my loyalty—but I will see to it that the Starks remain in Winterfell."

Daenerys nods, accepting their answers.

Tyrion opens his mouth to speak, but she lifts her hand up—silencing him. "You have made your choice, Lannister."

"Well, that was disappointing." Yara states, both of you following Daenerys as she steps past Bran and moves into the Red Keep.

"Perhaps," you reply, hearing the footfalls of hundreds of soldiers and horses following behind.

Yara moves ahead to her side as they step through the gates. And you take care to step over rubble as the people of Kings Landing step back in surprise.

Danys hands clench into fists her sides at the peoples obvious suffering. They were in rags—selling food and trinkets to survive. And others begging for anything you would give them. Most cower back at Daenerys' presence, but some walked past her without any reaction.

One woman holding a barrel of wine above her head, her robes were dirty and feet bare as she passes. But her eyes did not even glance to you, she just weaves in between the soldiers and stalls—continuing her route.

It was if they were desensitized to the pain around them and of themselves. You grit your teeth, your chest aching as you turn away. Staring at the back of Danys long braid ahead of you for distraction.

➳ ➳ ➳

"Are we leaving so soon?" You question, eyeing the horses.

She nods, her thick braid falling over her shoulder and halfway down her back. "It is time for our journey beyond the wall."

A Dothraki man holds a large white horse at Danys side, both of them speaking quickly as she mounts her horse.

Beside Greyworm was another Unsullied soldier, he meets your eyes—leading a massive grey courser in your direction. He holds out the reigns to you with a nod.

You look at him in confusion, "For me?"

He cracks a smile, dark eyes lighting at your surprise. "For you."

You eye the blue eyed horse gently, taking the reins with a thankyou.

Her hair was in thick braids over her neck, an intricate saddle already seated for you. You turn your head to meet Danys eyes, a smirk on her lips at your reaction. Patting the side of her neck, gripping the sides to heft yourself up onto her back.

Yara moves to Dany's horse, her brows set in determination as they exchange words. Daenerys leans down and places a gentle hand around her cheek. Bidding her a gentle goodbye before clicking her tongue and ushering her horse forward.

She watches Daenerys as her horse begins to trot forward, her eyes meeting yours as you nudge your horse to follow. Whispering a goodbye to her softly.

"Dany," you began, guiding your horse closer to Danys, catching her attention.

She turns her head to you, slowing her horse to match yours.

"Should we not visit Winterfell?"

Dany is silent for a few moments, her hands clenching around her reins. "I have spared the Starks my wrath, should I allow them a chance at stopping my revenge?"

You understand her anger. The North was cold, and its people hated her. They did not see what your people saw. But Dorne was much the same in their eyes, and you were not unfamiliar with the pain and threats that hatred brought.

"They do not deserve anything more, but perhaps exchanging words would ease the news of your aim to kill their brother."

"I will consider what you have said." She answers, eyes moving to watch Drogon above.

Resting on the sixth night was a relief. Daenerys had stopped the trek earlier that day due to the snow storm that had blown in. The camps were lit with fires, almost all of you hovering around them for warmth when the storm stopped.

You stood underneath a tarped tent, a fire not too far away as Daenerys spoke with soldiers. Bran was in his own tent, Ser Davos had joined him not too long ago after cursing about the cold.

Brienne stood beside you, her large form hunkering near the fire in silence. You were watching Daenerys laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She was safe here, with those that loved her.

You look down to the snow covered ground, boot markings obscuring the white frost.

"You love her," Brienne states, her fur coat brushing against you.

Your head jerks toward her, her blue eyes wide as she smiles. But there was a sadness in them. You remain silent, looking to the fire before gathering your courage to answer. "You have lost the one you love?"

She lowers her eyes, her gloved hands fidgeting with her sword at her side. "We have all lost many things."

You frown, turning to her with a gentle heart. "Do not let your heart turn. Mourn Brienne," Your hand sets on her gloved one, "But know that there is still love here."

She squeezes your hand gently, the corner of her lips curling in a small smile. "I should get some rest," she begins, "Goodnight My lady."

Dany eyes you as Brienne bids her goodnight, she mumbles something to her before the woman walks away. You smile at her, watching as she opens the curtain of her tent—holding it open for you.

Dany woke you with gentle words, her lips pressing against yours so quickly you felt you had dreamt it.

You mumble her name in half sleep, eyes still closed as she laughs. And a smile remained on your face even as you arrived in Winterfell.

Daenerys leads her horse through the large gates, the small bell braided into her hair ringing. Drogon flies overhead in warning. Soldiers walked beside you, and you raise an eyebrow at the scowls and shouting.

You step down from your horse, patting her side before handing the reins to an Unsullied beside you. Northerners spotted you easily in the crowd of soldiers, the Ginger gown you wore—interlaced with silver and snakes of Dorne. They would know that Daenerys was not alone, that Dorne was with her.

Sansa was stepping down the stairs with a cobalt blue gown—her gown embroidered with silver patterns and flowing behind her. Arya already stood at the bottom of the steps in waiting, Needle ever present at her side. But her eyes were boring into Daenerys and the soldiers,

"Your Grace," She greets, her blue eyes searching the soldiers and carriages.

Daenerys nods and steps forward, saying quick words in Valyrian. She met them with a dress of pitch and fur, a golden three headed dragon embroidered into the gown all the way to her boots.

An Unsullied leads a horse carriage forward, opening the door to help Bran down from inside. Arya and Sansa were visibly relieved, even Sansa cracks a smile as Brienne moves to take Brans wheelchair.

Ser Davos greets them warmly, walking beside Brienne to the Stark women. Arya sends Bran a small smile, ruffling the top of his hair.

Sansa's hawk like gaze softens at the sight of Bran truly safe. "Thankyou for returning them safely."

"There has been enough loss." Daenerys replies, her words hanging in the air.

The Wolf queen motions her gloved hands toward the Great hall, "Shall we speak somewhere warmer, Your Grace?"

Dany sends her a nod with a smile that does not reach her eyes. They walk inside together, Daenerys being shadowed by a group of Dothraki and Unsullied.

You pull your furs closer to your body, moving to stand beside a fire with Ser Davos. A while later Daenerys walks out beside Sansa, both of them tense.

"We are to stay for the night and rest, she offers peace as we discuss my plans for revenge." Daenerys states orders to the soldiers, the horses being lead to stables and tents being pulled out to camp inside.

The day was halfway over by the time the soldiers were done setting up. Daenerys had taken time to check on her men before the feast starts.

She comes back a while later setting her hand on your forearm gently. You walked beside her to the Great Hall, her boots tapping the hard floors in the silence. The smell of meat and slice enveloped the hallway before the Great Hall doors were even open.

Greyworm and another Unsullied step from behind her, opening the doors to the hall.

The Stark sisters stand at your entrance. Daenerys steps inside—her braid swaying as she steps leads. You sat to the right of herself, the table parallel to the enormous fireplace.

At Sansas table sat Arya and Brienne—instead of their backs to the fireplace they were facing Daenerys equally. You prided them on their tactics for respect, especially if this was to go well.

On your side of the hall sat Unsullied, dornishmen and Ironborn generals and soldiers. The other sat representatives and the few remaining Lords and Ladies of the North.

You are silent as the dining begins, cups filled with wine and all sides tense. But as the drink flows so does loose and relaxed tongue. Daenerys had others taste her first, and ate slowly. Her eyes observing the room and listening as she drank. You sip lightly at the ale, wanting a clear mind for the meeting after.

"Are you not hungry?" She asks, her brows furrowing in worry.

You meet her eyes, eyeing the dark blue scales of her gown. "I am worried,"

Dany nods, "Drogon is close, dear heart." taking your hand in hers gently. Warmth rises into your chest as she continues to hold your hand openly as the feast continues, her finger drawing circles in your skin. Both of you nervous for what was about to come next. But you were comforted to know that she understood what you felt. And would be there even if it ended with blood.

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wolferals · 4 years

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🌙TROUBLE🌙

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friday july 12th 2019

„Have you ever considered becoming a vegan officer?" you asked the tall handsome cop who sitting in front of you.

He looked at you in disbelief before speaking up:"Y/n, its one thing being a proud vegan but its another thing to carry out violet actions against Mr. Rodriguez. You overreacted and you have to deal with the consequences."

You scoffed and leaned back against your chair.

„And how long is that going to take here?"

He slowly lifted himself up from the wooden chair and turned to you once again, saying:"Apologize to him and maybe he wont sue you."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

He was the one who had provoked you by pushing you out of the way, making you fall. You had just asked him what that had been for and he had responded:"Get out of the way little girl. Maybe go to school instead of protesting against something you cant stop. Maybe eating some meat wouldnt harm you."

And yes maybe you had overreacted by kicking him in his left leg. But how were you supposed to know he had just had surgery?

When you had heard about the protest against animal cruelty in the middle of Madrid you had immediately called your best friend to tell her to make some signs.

And that said friend was now hiding somewhere, just as the cops had arrived she left you alone and ran.

In that very moment you could've screamed but you were too busy trying to hide. But they caught you eventually, thats why you were here.

„Alright Ms. Y/l/n, we only need your personal details and then you can go. You will receive a letter from us in the next week."

You looked up and listened to the police man talking to you. Then you grabbed your bag that's been sitting on the floor throughout this time and walked outside.

„Alright, sit down." An older woman ordered you.

You unwillingly sat down on another chair in the main area of the police station.

There were two other people you noticed. A young girl, maybe around the age of 11 who had probably lost her parents in the city. And a rather damaged boy your age, perhaps a little bit older, who had scars in his face.

Your gaze fell to his hand that had bleeding knuckles.

He noticed your stare and looked at you.

He didnt look very charming you figured. He looked pretty serious and was probably one of those guys that got into fights on the regular or maybe even did drugs.

„Full name." the unpleasant female cop yelled at you.

You looked at her and then took a deep breath. Your parents would kill you, but you had no choice, you were already in deep shit.

„Y/n (y/m/n) y/l/n)" you spoke and looked to the ground.

The lady mustered you and eventually wrote down the information.

„Birthday", „Place of birth" , „family status (parents names and birthdays)" and other personal information followed. You unwillingly answered each time.

Great, now you were officially fucked.

„Wait here." She said after she slammed the „questionnaire" on the front desk where a young woman took it and started typing something on her computer.

So you just sat there for what felt like an eternity until another police officer entered the room and grabbed a chair to sit in front of the guy with the bruises.

„Alright. So, beating up teenagers is now cool or why did you do it?" he asked him while leaning back.

The guy just laughed and then replied:"First of all, they are not teenagers, they are over 18. And second, this fucker wanted to rob me. I just defended myself."

You listened interested until they both looked at you, making you look away rapidly.

„So you're saying that this boy who is about 5'6 wanted to rob a man who already has a criminal record?"

The guy nodded and added:"I know how this sounds but look what he did to me! The guy can do karate. I just hit back to run away."

The officer took a long breath in before answering:"Well too bad you got caught and are already very well known here Arón."

The guy suddenly looked very mad again and leaned towards the old police man.

„I didnt fucking start this!"

The man got up, put the chair back to its original position and said:"I'll get the report ready Mr Piper."

The guy cursed and then leaned back against the wall.

You were looking at his face. The bruises you had noticed before looked very fresh, there was still some liquid blood in them. But in general he was quite handsome. He had a sharp jaw, a very chiseled face structure and a shaved head. He looked like a criminal, judging from how the criminals on tv look like.

„Qué??" he then asked, making you snap out of your thoughts.

„Uh nothing." you replied and coughed.

You turned your face away from him.

„First time in trouble huh?" he asked and you could hear the grin in his tone.

You looked back at him, looked him up and down and replied sassy:"Duh."

He chuckled at you.

Then he spoke:"Welcome to the real world."

You had to laugh at his word choice. Next he sat up right.

„Did you beat him up?" you then asked out of curiosity.

„Arón" stared right into your eyes and eventually stated:"Did you kick the man out of nowhere?"

You responded with a small laugh. „Yeah." he just claimed and looked around.

„I'm fucked." you mumbled after a couple of seconds.

You could feel him looking at you. „Nah the first time isnt as bad. Plus, you just kicked someone, you didnt kill anyone."

Your head shot around. „Ah someone knows his way around huh?"

Arón chuckled again. „Nah. Not yet." he smiled.

You noticed a little gap between his front teeth. He didnt look as dangerous when he smiled.

„You know I'm good at assuming things about people. And you dont seem like a killer girl." he suddenly said.

You smiled and scanned his face secretly.

„What do I seem like then?"

He grinned and the next thing he did was stare you up and down for a bit. Until he finally spoke:"Rich girl, who lives with her parents. She likes to say what she thinks and sometimes gets into fights because of that. But she's never been arrested before so mommy and daddy are going to ground you for that."

You scoffed at him.

But he wasn't completely wrong.

„Well. Okay." was all you could say. He was pretty right about his statement.

After sitting in the hall for a little, the old officer finally came back and handed you your ID.

„You can go."

You got up and grabbed your bag with your left hand.

„Hey princess, tell mommy and daddy I'm sorry for their criminal daughter." you heard Aróns voice as you wanted to leave the police station.

„Ha ha very funny." you replied and faked a smile that turned into a frown.

„Hey girly, can I crash at your mansion some time?" he yelled after you.

„Sure. But I wont tell you where I live." you grinned and looked at his expression.

He looked chill despite the fact that he was in trouble like you had been.

„Dont worry, I'll find you."

You nodded unbelieving and then finally kept walking.

Now you had to explain to your parents why you were late, and why you were expecting a letter from the police. Fuck.

•

You somehow managed to tell your parents exactly how it happened without being yelled at. They believed that it wasn't completely only your fault yet they werent happy about the fact that you ended up at the police. But on the other hand you had never had any problems with the law before and you were usually a good girl, so they werent worried as much as expected. You hadnt told them about the lawsuit yet though. That was a future problem.

As it was now the next day you were just at home, finishing some assignments for your second year of college that would start next week.

You had taken a shower after dinner and then went to your room to watch a show before heading to bed.

To be honest, you had almost forgotten about the whole lawsuit thing when you went to bed that night. It got late, you got stuck with the newest season of your favorite show and actually fell asleep at around 1:30.

A loud noise woke you from your sleep and you sat up right, looking around all confused.

Your room was completely dark besides the streetlights from outside your window.

You heard the knock again and a shockwave went right through your body. Where did it come from? The house was all silent since your parents' bedroom was downstairs and your sister was sleeping at her boyfriends' almost every night.

Slowly you made your way threw the hallway checking where the noise came from. Your first thought was that it was probably the neighbors cat in the backyard or something but then you realized the bangs came from the bathroom.

You grabbed the first thing near you which was a vase that had been standing on a little table in the hallway.

Eventually you walked to the bathroom and turned on the light.

You got scared immediately as you saw a face in front of the window.

After looking at the person you realized it was the guy from the police station. You closed the bathroom door and unlocked the window.

„What the fuck are you doing here?" you whisper yelled.

The guy climbed into the room. He was wearing a black hoodie with some dark grey sweatpants and a black beanie. „You said i could sleep here if I found you. And i did."

You were actually creeped out. So you just stared at him until your confidence came back. „How did you fucking find my house?" you asked and pushed him back a little bit. He grinned and leaned against the sink. „I stole the paper with your information."

Your eyes widened. „You what??" you asked him in disbelief. „You're welcome. Now they got nothing against you. For the police you dont exist."

You didnt know if you should thank him for it or hit him in the face for doing such a stupid thing. What if the police thought you stole it? „So where can i sleep then?" he asked you and took a look around. His bruises were still visible but now looked a lot more clean and healed.

„Uh." you stuttered and thought about his question.

„My parents are right downstairs. You cant just sneak in here and expect me to offer you my bed. I dont know you, you could be a psycho!" He laughed at you and stepped closer to you. You were intimidated because you couldnt step back any farther. Your back was already touching the wall next to the bathtub.

„I wont hurt you, I just need a place to sleep." You looked right into his eyes that were only inches away from yours.

He was so close he could probably hear your heart pound. It was about to jump out of your chest. You then offered him to sleep on the small couch in your room, if he promised to disappear before your parents found out.

So you passed him a blanket and two pillows and finally turned off the light the second time this night.

„Goodnight." you automatically whispered. You heard a little chuckle from the other side of the room before he whispered back a quiet:"Gracias."

•

When you woke up a couple of hours later your room was lightened by the sun. You rubbed your eyes and sat up. You almost had a little heart attack when you saw someone laying on your couch. But then you remember what happened only 4 hours before. The guy who's name you werent sure about -was it Arón?- was sleeping peacefully, his closed eyes facing you. You noticed he had taken off his shirt. You didnt see his stomach but you could see his naked, muscular arms over the blanket. And you saw some tattoos on them. And a small tattoo on his chest.

He looked quite cute when he was sleeping.

You then checked your phone and thought about what you'd do today until you heard footsteps coming upstairs.

Your mom! She always says goodbye before work. Its like a mother-daughter tradition because once when you were a kid and she didnt say bye you had a panic attack because you thought something happened to her. You jumped up from the bed towards the couch.

„Wake up! Wake up! You gotta hide, my mom's coming!" you shook him to wake him up. He replied with a raspy groan and eventually opened his eyes.

„Huh?" he asked confused looking at you. -„Hide! My mom!" You whispered and waited for him to get in the closet.

But since he took so long realizing what was going on, it happened what had to happen.

Your mom was standing in your room, staring at both of you. You in your oversized shirt and no pants and this strange boy shirtless. You were fucked.

„Uhh y/n?" she asked and looked at you in confusion.

You were all staring each other down until Arón spoke up:"Mrs. Y/l/n, im so sorry. My name is Arón, I'm your daughters boyfriend." He shook her hand smiling. Your mother on the other hand looked confused as hell. Just as you. Did he just call himself your boyfriend?

„Oh. I didnt know she had a boyfriend." Your mom replied and then actually chuckled. She laughed! She wasnt mad?

„I have to go to work now but nice to meet you Arón. See you later honey, i think we have to talk."

She said after none of you said anything.

„Likewise" Arón spoke before your mom left your room and closed the door.

„What the hell?" you yelled at him and lightly punched him in the chest.

„I had no choice. What do you want me to do? Say that I broke in here because we met at the police station?"

You ran your hand through your hair and then said:"Please go. I'm in enough trouble already. Please leave."

He nodded, then grabbed his sweater and put it back on.

„Can i sleep here tonight too? I dont really know where to go." he asked while picking up his things.

You rolled your eyes but nodded softly.

„Thank you!" He smiled and came up to you.

„Sure." you replied and crossed your arms.

He opened the door to your room and whispered a „see you tonight" before finally leaving your house.

You didnt really trust this guy. Something about him was off but you didnt know quite yet what it was.

•

Arón's been crashing at your place for a week now and a lot of weird things happened inbetween. You only saw him at night when he climbed through your bedroom or the bathroom window. Then you usually went to bed and in the morning he left. You never knew where he went and you also didnt know why he couldnt sleep at his parents'.

Your mom and dad had both talked to him before and actually believed he was your boyfriend. Around them he acted like an angel but you knew he wasnt. I mean, he's never insulted you or been rude but he certainly wasnt an example of a good guy.

One night as you were sleeping, him laying on your couch, you were woken by someones voice talking in your room.

Arón was walking around your carpet, speaking into his phone loudly.

„Whats up?" you whispered and looked at him all sleepy.

He showed you he needed a second and kept discussion in spanish.

He was pretty loud and you were worried your parents might wake up from his voice. And he seemed mad, almost aggressive.

He then hung up and before you knew, he slammed his phone on the wall. It broke immediately, shocking you intensely.

„Jeez what the fuck!" you spoke and got up from the bed.

Arón in the meantime put on his jacked and wanted to walk out of the room but you chased him, trying not to make too much noise walking downstairs.

„Where are you going?" you asked.

„I need to see someone before this certain person wakes your parents." he boldly spoke and opened the front door.

You were only wearing shorts and a top and it was chilly outside. But you were far too concerned to grab a jacket.

You closed the door behind you and ran after him.

„Y/n go to bed." he then ordered as he kept walking.

„No i need to know whats happening."

He scoffed at you and finally stopped as you both reached a person standing around the corner.

Aron was just standing there staring at the dark dressed man.

You were right behind him, carefully taking a look.

„Arón." the guy finally spoke and came up to you both, grabbing aron by the jacket.

„What do you want?" arón asked the man, sounding as if he was about to rip his head off.

„Needed to see you little brother." the guy replied and then noticed you hiding behind Aróns back.

„Oh got yourself a girlfriend huh?" he grinned and walked around him to get closer to you.

„Hey you." he smiled and reached out to touch you but you backed off and mustered him.

„She's hot." the guy then said and turned around to arón again.

„What the fuck are you doing here Juan?" Arón finally spoke up. „Taking you home. Mom is worried about you."

Aron laughed fake before claiming:"Oh really?"

Juan stepped right in front of Aron and looked at him.

„I like your new haircut brother. You look like a prisoner."

Arón didnt reply, he clenched his fist as if he was about to hit.

„If you keep going like that, you will be soon." Juan added and smiled at him.

„Fuck off im not coming home." arón mumbled and wanted to step back but Juan grabbed his arm and answered:"You. Are coming with me. Because I say so."

Aron freed his arm and yelled:"Get out of my life."

You just watched as they were yelling at each other. The reason for Aróns stubbornness wasnt quite clear for you until he said one specific thing:"Mom and Dad dont want me back! All they want was you. You're the only son they ever wanted."

He was jealous of his big brother.

What you figured out from their conversation, Juan was a troublemaker himself but then started studying and was now about to be a lawyer. Apparently their parents had always supported him, even though he used to be in deep shit often times. Arón kept claiming that he was „nothing to their parents".

At some point the situation escalated and Juan grabbed Aron rather harshly and Aron pushed him back. Which made Juan fall to the ground, hitting his head on the concrete.

Juan looked even more furious than Aron then.

He got up again and basically jumped arón.

You felt useless, watching those brothers fight in the middle of the streets.

But suddenly you decided to do something.

You went up to them and jumped on Arons back to make him stop.

„Stop this shit before someone calls the cops!" you tried to calm them down.

But Aron was so furious he threw you right off.

You landed on your back rather harshly, moaning out in pain. It had been really fucking painful.

He didnt even notice that he had hurt you, they kept yelling at each other until you heard police sirens getting closer.

Juan seemed to notice as well and let go of Aron.

„You know what, fuck you! You're useless to this family. Come back after achieving something!" Juan yelled and just disappeared between the streetlights and the bushes.

„Fuck." Aron cursed and finally turned around to you.

„Run!" he then said as the police car turned around the corner.

You got up in pain and grabbed his reached out hand.

„Faster!" he told you and pulled you with him as he was running super fast. You almost stumbled over your own feet.

„Where?" you just asked and concentrated on running as fast as you could.

Usually you hated running but right now it felt good. Free kind of. You had never run from the cops, especially not with a known criminal who wasnt as bad as you thought.

„Fuck, run faster." he yelled but you couldnt go any faster.

Eventually he let go of you to make you jump into a bush.

The cops were right behind you but didnt seem to notice you hiding, they ran past you after Aron.

And aron on the other hand did something you hasnt expected. He stopped running.

He turned around and put his hands up in the air.

What the fuck was he doing?

The police reached him and put him in a secure grip in a fast motion. He couldve gotten away easily if he hadnt stopped!

They grabbed him by the arm and pulled him through the alley of trees towards the police car.

You looked him straight in the eyes as they walked past you. He inconspicuously smiled at you.

What was he doing?

As they sat him in the police car you slowly got out of the bush.

So you just stood there. They couldve seen you but you didnt care, you just wanted to see what was happening.

Some of your neighbors were outside looking as well.

Before the car took off you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Who would text you at 3am?

You took it and opened the message.

You started to smile and looked up to see him smiling at you from the police car.

Arón:"Can I crash again when I get out?"

⭐️

#elite #cute #preference #aronpiper #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #imagine #police

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strykingback · 4 years

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ʌ: comfort after a nightmare - for Violet & Hermes would be nice!

Warning the following drabble will contain these trigger warnings: Gore, Abuse, Blood, Vivisection, etc. Please do not read this if you have the following triggers.

Hermes was resting beside his lover Violet softly sleeping with her in their room together. The warmth of the pillow covering Hermes so quietly and like an embrace was just so comfortable to be in. If only he could see in her dreams that Violet could be having.

Then what better dream for Violet than that of her holding her beloved Hermy in her arms kissing him whenever he was happy or sad. What better place than to be in than a field of flowers. “Mmm.. Hermy...” she softly spoke outside of her dream in such a tired voice.

However for Hermes, it was not a dream more or so.. his torturous nightmare of when he was being experimented on like a rat. Just how he remembered it all.. being cursed with immortality, having his light magic taken away from him, his body in penultimate pain every time he moved (Luckily the pain subsided after the first thousand years or two).

Being in his cave Hermes had not witnessed the End of Ancient Remnant, The Grimm Titan War, or the Great Resurgence, instead when he first walked out he had witnessed the blinding light of the sun for the first time in ages, and the floating city of Atlas.

Going to investigate his body was totally in the nude due to his clothes deteriorating and people questioning what happened to him. His malnourished state, and others asking how was he even able to survive for that long.

Hermes did not reply to no one but he was taken up by the Atlesian police and questioned, which he answered everything truthfully and honestly, but he also shown them that he was immortal. Their eyes could not believe it at first,.. just how fast he was able to heal. However if he held the secrets to immortality then the Atlesian military would want it.

Thus, instead of being released he was sent to an unknown facility, little did he know.. this was the place where his torture would begin. In the real world Hermes began to jerk and move around a bit softly moaning in anguished pain at the memories that were playing in his head once more. “PIECE OF SHIT!!!” “MOTHER FUCKING SACK OF BALLS!!!” “BEST MAKE US IMMORTAL!” “COME ON THEN CRAZY!!! ARENT YOU GONNA GET UP AND FUCKING FIGHT!” Those were the insults that was thrown at him by the Atlesian soldiers that had shouted at him and made him feel like shit. Each punch they swung a flow of blood came from his mouth and nose, from each kick he felt his ribs getting cracked, and from each stomp his hands and fingers were broken. Yet.. it always healed

Back in the real world Hermes kept moving around and this time what turned from moans turned to groan... yet he remembered something that he did not want to remember for so long.. his first Vivisection.

He could remember the surge of pain that he felt and how he screamed so loudly when waking up to see his own organs being pulled out and played with, rivers of blood just dripping from it leaving even Hermes horrified at the sight as he threw up and fainted back into unconsciousness.

Yet came the next part...of his first trial of being an experiment, the flaying of his skin, being hooked up to a machine that shot a stinging laser piercing into his soft tender like skin then just everything being pulled off... and Hermes witnessing his own muscle and veins.. all made him but horriefied as he fainted from the shock.

Y̬e̝̣̪̻̩t̖̳͠ ͓̣̳̣i͏̜͖̙̬͚ͅt̤͖ ̡̳̤̰̹͇ͅa̛͚̠̖͙̦̦̭l̠̤͙̝̬̙w͍̳͇a̡y̢̟̳̱̹̺s͕͕͟ ̟͕̣̼͜h̸̤̝̤e͟a̴̖̫̹̞̫͔̩l̜̮̦̦e̛͖̩̩d҉͖̲̬ ̙̬̟̻̝̻

Coming next was his the R&D testing for newer weapons, he was tested like a rab lat meaning to run before he got blasted to bits, and nearly dying of course. Sometimes he succeeding surviving, sometimes he didnt which lead to him witnessing his own limbs getting blown off or being poisoned by biological warfare.

Yͣ̏̚eͧ̈́͂̽ͭ͊̑҉͡t̛̂̆ͨͥͩͣ͏ ̿̓͠iͥ̈́ͩͧt̶̡ͪ̌ͣ̾ ̛͗ͣ͘a̓ͨͣ̏͋ļ̊̌ͬ̐w͌̐̒ͮͥ̅́a̴̴̎͛̃ͫ̎̋y̡͒͘͢s̸̓ͨ ͛̊̇ͫ͟hͫͧ̽̀͂̔̇e̢̾̊̇̐̌́a̸͑͂ͭ̐̾̊̏ļͩ́eͥ̈́̏ͫ̈́̓̉͆͜͞d̷ͪ̄̿́̾ ͛̊ͭ̃̈͛̆͢͝

Which out of Hermes’ dream he began to softly whimper and his breathing starting to quicken and his body growing goosebumps as his movement increased to the point where he was tugging on the blanket stirring Violet from her dream.

Next was the constant silence of being alone for years as Hermes was beginning to break down the voices of the past all of them damning him for abandoning them all for his quest for playing God. “Why Hermes.. why would you do this.” The voice of his wife spoke

“You have tried to play as God Hermes, However you must learn about the beauty of life.. your beloved will be far from your reach..” The voice of the God of Light said.

“Hermes please.. we want you to come home.. please... stop your experiments...” The voice of one of his fathers spoke in his mind.

“I must... stay sane...” Hermes said weakly breathing heavily in a sweat, he clearly remembered what his room looked like how he had markings of each day on there, equations of a possible escape in the Ancient Remnant language, tally marks of each and every day that had passed.

The next experiment was one that tested Hermes himself yet this experiment was so indescribable...even some scientists found it inhumane... and just.. a major violation of Hermes’ own human rights... feeding him to a Grimm Squid which not only took its time “playing” with Hermes.. but ripping him apart.. bit by bit. As always with his wounds and everything...

Y̸̔̍̂̑̔̂Ĕ̶̌͗ͤ̏͐ͪͨŢ̓͒ͦͭ̇ͤ̓̋͛̕ ̴̢ͬ͐̄I̢̍ͤ͒̇T̶̢͐͐͆͟ ̒̎͛͝Aͤͦͫ͒ͪ͌͂́L̢ͫͧ͐̓͂W͑̆̇͑ͯ͑͂͐́҉̸A̡ͣ̆͋̀Ẏ͐ͧͣ҉̢Ṡ͗͞ ͩͯ͠F̌ͬ͟U̒̚Č́͏́K͐͆̐̂̈I̛̽͐̒ͮ͊̎̾̓Nͩ̎̓ͦͮ̾̚G̴ͫ̎҉ ͥͦ̉̔̿҉̕͘H̡̾̂͑͜E̶̛̒͑̿͋̆ͭȦͨ͞Ļͣͦ̃̀E̵͗̂͋ͬ͛͊͒̓D̡͑̉ͫͯͦͭͯͩ͠!ͦ̿͆͠!ͩ́ͫ̍ͥ̆!̢̇̿̌̉͋ͥͩ͞!̔ͤ̋̂̿̅ͦ͏̕

Once again out of his dream Hermes, started to sweat profusely and move to the point where he began rip away the blanket as got on all fours... groaning with a bit of distortion to it... like a wild animal. Which when Violet stirred waking up moaning a bit. “Hermy... go to bed... ple- Hermy??”

Finally the final experiment that broke him... that destroyed his mind entirely. The Semblance Limiter project he remembered the cool steel being around his neck as he attempted to go full power and how he was no longer called Hermes.. only SUBJECT-731.

And when he tried to go full power... and that first shock came through his brain and mind..

“YES!!! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA~!!! MORE PAIN!!! FUCK ME!!! KILL ME!!! I WANNA SEE MORE OF MY INNARDS!!! YOUR GOD DEMANDS IT!!!!”

Hermes screeched at the top of his lungs causing every scientist to leave the room in horror... as he rushed the window slamming into it and licking it wildly like a wild animal. ...

Finally back in the real world, Hermes looked up to the sky and screamed loudly waking up crying and sobbing. “KILL ME!!! PLEASE!!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING GODS!!!!” Hermes screamed loudly causing Violet to wake up immediately and allowing herself to quickly hug Hermes tightly. “Hermes!! Hermy!! Come back its me! Violet.. you’re okay! You’re okay!!” She pleaded which Hermes’ insane laughter came to an end looking at her with his expression softening up with tears flowing out of his eyes and quickly hugging her tightly.

“It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts...” Hermes sobbed softly. “Shh.. Hermy, its all over now ok.. its over.. You’re safe now.. you’re safe now..” Violet spoke rubbing her beloveds head and giving him plenty of kisses on the head. Yet.. while the wounds of old has healed.. the mind never forgets. But that doesnt mean every memory was bad. Hermes meeting Team RNJR and BOUT (Blade and Outsider), Merlinda helping him and every Atelier scientist making working to find a way to safely remove the Semblance limiter from his neck, The kindness of Louvel reaching out to him, and even better Exaltia and Cashmere soothing his insanity giving him a chance to regain his sanity.

Finally the ultimate thing that truly helped his mind heal...being with Violet... thats what helped the most. He just stayed there until he was calmed down and sleeping again this time in Violets embrace.. just her embrace alone felt warmer than any blanket in the world.

#xbloodsoakedx #[The Sane God- Sane!Hermes]#tw: gore. tw :vivisection #tw: blood #tw: abuse #//Hermes has been through the SHITTER #//And theres a good reason why he resents Atlas a lot.

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queendeanofpie · 6 years

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Far longer than forever ~ Kallura

Hellooooo Welcome! To I am so super late on all of the Kallura Prompts but I refuse to give up and Imma just publish them when I can! But here ya go!

Anyways XD Enjoy this! a combinations of prompts #10 Enchantment, and #15 Kingdom. As well as a little little Swan princess ;3 But enjoy!!

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This is a fairytale. Well . . . in a way.

You know the usual, blah blah princess in danger, blah blah, prince saves her and mercilessly murders the villain even though they have stories too you know.

ANYWAYS

This one is a bit different. See, this princess isn't like the others.

She's a badass.

So she tries to save herself first.

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A loud cry of Anger and rage burst from her as she snarled spinning unsheathe the sword of one of the armor stands. It was her father, King Alfor laying on the ground that stoked her rage. She didnt, however, register the blur of motion before a strong sweep of a sword against hers pushed back her hand painfully, with force. Allura winced for a brief second stumbling back falling as the sword went spinning out of grasp across the floor. Immediately her eyes widened but she grit her teeth banishing her fear as she dove for the sword.

Allura had barely moved when his hand found her neck again. Hands moved to grab his wrist, to pry him off, but it was Useless. Allura's head was slammed harshly to the ground , Lotor choking her with a gleeful smile.

she glared at him a fiery energy blazing in her eyes as she struggled twisting. Lotor's hand got tighter and her eyes widened as she choked gasping as she kicked trying to pry off his hand. Lotor finally eased up, black dots having just begun to swim in her vision when he did.

"My beautiful Allura . . . you should have accepted my proposal. Dear old Dad might have still been around" He sneered Allura growling at him wincing knowing she was trapped.

"Now . . . you'll become something worse" Lotor laughed stepping up as Allura took a deep breath staring up at him in horror.

Allura felt her self being lifted a whirlwind beginning to stir around her feet as she struggled trying to fight against whatever was was happening to her. Lotor laughed at her as a bright violet light began to shine from beneath her Allura shielding her eyes from how bright it was.

Something snapped and Allura slumped a deep exhaustion taking over her. She slowly let out a deep breath not even realizing she was being lowered until her body hit the cold tile. Allura kept her eyes shut unable to open them with how tired she had become. The world was finally beginning to fade but Allura could just hear the heavy footsteps coming for her.

"Let's see how your kingdom loves you now princess. and your prince." Lotors voice hissed in her eyes and Allura whimpered, the sound rising in her throat. "They might welcome an orphan but they'll never welcome a starving wolf"

"Keith might have loved you but he could never promise forever to a mutt"

Allura felt her self go cold at his words as she instinctively curled into a ball as far as she could move. Lotor's footsteps slowly dissapeared as the world dissapeared from her mind and Allura fell into darkness.

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"Allura!" A voice echoed through the air

"ALLURA!" It suddenly snapped louder from next to her and she twisted herself awake a sharp rough sound coming out. A sound that she didn't remember ever making before. Allura slowly moved her eyes heavily blinking open as she looked around.

Everything was taller for some odd reason.

Finally she tried to rise falling when she realized her knees wouldn't bend the right way and she couldn't sit right. Finally Allura looked down freezing in horror at what was there. White paws and white fur.

"They might welcome an orphan but they'll never welcome a starving filthy wolf"

"No . . . no" Allura found she could talk, but her mouth didn't open when she did. She could feel that she was saying the words out loud but her mouth just wasn't opening when she did.

"ALLURA!"

Allura jumped a harsh bark popping out of her mouth as she jumped trying to scramble up to where she could stand. Finally she managed to get her legs on the floor and lifted her self spinning around clusily trying to find the source of the noise.

Keith.

Allura wasn't expecting the sight of her prince. He was standing there in horror staring at where she stood, his violet eyes filling with tears.

"Keith . . . " Her voice broke as she spoke, even though she knew he couldn't possibly understand her.

"He . . . . he must think I'm stupid" Keith breathed eye narrowing in hard rage as Allura's widened and she clumsily backed up tripping on her feet a few times but the princess managing to stay up.

"He really must be stupid if he thinks I'm going to fall for his little disguise" Keith snarled violet eyes growing darker with rage. "Where. Is. Allura."

Allura shook her head rapidly as fast as she could still backing up in terror. Her back feet abruptly hit something and she yelped, her feet coming out from under her falling to sit. Allura turned quickly to see what it was and suddenly her heart clenched.

Her father. He was still laying there a soft expression on his face. Allura found she could still smell the soft scent of Lavender on him from their walk this morning. It was enough to make her freeze as she stared dead hard at him sorrow ripping through her like a knife. In all the commotion and Lotor's magic she had somehow forgotten what had happened. Allura finally moved, all the fight going out of her as she slumped downward laying on him not hearing Keith from behind her.

" . .What are you doing . . . " Keith asked softly his voice confused

Allura ignored him laying her head on her fathers arms closing her eyes. She wanted to stay with him, she wanted him back.

"Allura . . . .oh . . oh god" Keith's voice broke and Allura snapped out of it when she felt his hand suddenly finger through the soft fur on her head.

"I want him back" Allura whimpered moving to lay on Keith burying her head in her paws finding she couldn't cry. It only made her chest ache more and a deep pain erupt in her heart.

"Allura . . . how . . how do I change you back. " Keith whispered his voice beginning to sound defeated as he stared down at her.

"Forever . . . . promise forever . . . and you can't . . . I don't have anything to offer you anymore" Allura whispered before going quiet as she curled against him. Keith relaxed against her as he sighed, his hands ruffling her fur again petting her quietly as he tried to think.

Finally Allura had enough. She couldn't, and wouldn't do this to Keith. She couldn't stand around and watch him fall apart as he tried to fix her. Lotor was right, Keith couldn't promise forever to her now. Slowly she stood up Keith taking back his hands as he looked up in surprise. Allura didn't look at him but simply moved forward ignoring the guilt that was dragging her feet across the floor.

"Lura . . . Allura where are you going?" Keith asked softly staring at her from where he still sat on the floor.

Allura stayed silent. She continued walking forward almost to the open doors of the palace. She was almost gone, then she wouldn't have to worry about hurting Keith.

"Allura . . . you . . .you can't leave . . . please . . .we'll fix this!" Keith pleading voice stopped her as she closed her eyes letting her head drop. Slowly she looked back shaking her head.

"Allura . . . I promise . . .I promise I'll find a way! I can't lose you . . . . I love you . . . " Keith begged eyes filling with tears "I don't care if it takes forever . . . I promise I'll spend eternity finding a way to bring you back . . .I love you"

"You aren't promising forever for me Keith . . . . it doesen't matter what you pledge to . . ." Allura whispered turning around again as she took a deep breath trying to keep herself from running back to him.

" . . . .a-and . . . .and if I can't . . . " Keith winced looking down as he took a deep breath "Then I'll find a way to join you."

"No!" Allura spun around snapping at him shaking her head glaring at him in disbelief. She stared at him a second more caught in his violets eyes before she slumped turning back to the doorway taking another step forward.

I want to spend forever with you . . . . I don't care how." Keith's broken voice seemed to curl around her and inside her at the same time.

Allura's eyes widened when she heard the words everything in her seeming to jump in relief at the words. Her breath hitched as she realized what had happened a bright light spreading around her. Slowly Allura closed her eyes the light filling her seemingly before it finally faded and she opened her eyes.

She stood there, and everything was different again. She could feel her hands as she slowly looked down shakily pressing them into the fabric of her dress. She could walk she had hands, she was her again.

Allura spun around in realization as she stared gaze locking on Keith's as the two stood silently. Keith's eyes were wide, flashes of shock and relief in them as he untensed, his hands falling to his side. Allura stared back staying still as she tried to comprehend what he had done still. It hit her and she felt her eyes water as her face broke into a relieved smile.

Immediately Allura ran to him Keith's face falling into one of Joy as he grabbed her spinnning her before pulling her closer in a inseparable hug. Allura felt like he was surrounding her with the way he had pulled her into him. Her arms were wound around his neck and his head was almost nuzzled into the back of her neck his hands gripping her hips. Allura breathed a sigh of relief a happy sob bursting from her as she nuzzled into him, his touch his presence, everything filling her with life.

"God I love you" Keith breathed "I meant what I said, I want forever with you . . . .your dad wanted that" He whispered softly his voice filled with tears.

"I don't want that" Allura whispered giving a happy smile as Keith pulled away confused, a hurtful look beginning to blossom in his eyes.

"What?" His voice choked but Allura shook her head hands gliding up the side of his neck and holding his face.

"I want far longer than forever." She breathed her lips pushing onto his as she pushed herself onto him kissing his gently her eyes fluttering shut. Allura's heart leapt when she felt him kiss back a passion stirring in her.

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And you know the rest. Get married have little brats yada yada yada.

Or you know

Happily ever after.

or far far longer than forever.

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#Far longer than forever <3 #kalluramonth2018 #kalluramonth #Kalluramonth10 #Kalluramonth15 #I love swan princess #IT'S SO KALLURA #The thought of them promising more than forever aljdflsjdlfj #Keith #Allura #Kallura #queendeanofpie #queendeanwrites

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absyoung55 · 7 years

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It's Not Worth It

Part 1 Word count: a lot

Part 2

Summary: Y/N imprints on Stiles but there are complications. And obsticls this is part 1 mostly an introduction to new character.

A/n: I tried my best to portray the main characters scottish accent but I think I failed.

My howl echoed through the woods. I bared my teeth a low growl rumbled in my chest as I crouched protectively in front of Stiles. Red eyes flashed through the woods multiple sets danced menacingly around us. “Y/N….” Deucalion whispered my name curtly, his pack of alphas had Stiles and I pinned against a tree. “ All you have to do is join us, seeing as you have no pack to kill” the demon wolf spoke charismaticly, “perhaps we should have you kill the scrawny boy you’re protecting” a snarl escaped my lips. “ I-ill die first an Scott is stronger than all o’ yeh“ I took a swipe at Aiden, and Ethen snarled at me. “ Ah but you and Scott are coveted alphas” Deucalion was inching closer, Kali charged me last second she attempted to round house kick me, I grabbed her by the calf and swung her like a baseball bat into the tree behind me effectively knocking her out. Everyone stared at her lifeless body, I grabbed Stiles and swung him onto my back. “ Hang on” I sprinted with inhuman speed back to the Jeep.

I was a lone wolf my whole life, being born a Lowenmensch (german for lionsman), and immediately becoming an alpha when my mother died giving birth to me. I have no idea when I was born, almost all of my childhood was a blur but, I aged like Wolverine well sorta I don’t really age at all. My mother’s name was Caoimhe in gaelic it means gentle, she was born a pure Lowenmensch, Ive been told she was the most beautiful woman on the isle of Skye. Many believe she was the reincarnation of the goddess Branwen; goddess of love and beauty. My father’s name was Domhnull he was a bitten werewolf, he planned to kill me as an infant to become alpha but, my mothers sister protected me, she wasnt a werewolf/lion she was a banshee her name was Morrigan after the goddess. She raised me, kept me safe and she taught me what I needed to do in order to survive: I had to consume pineal glands, when I consumed this small part of the human/supernatural brain I gained that persons “powers” or special skills, and she told me that when she died she wanted me to consume hers. I told her that day would never come. 20 years after my birth my aunt developed scurvy, at the time we were not welcome in our village due to a mishap involving me running through the village…. naked, howling at the full moon out of control during my first estrus cycle. I sat by her side taking her pain until the end. When she passed I reluctantly broke open her skull. When my aunts ‘soul’ entered my body I changed, my eyes glowed a glorious violet. Insted of a banshee scream my roar was enhanced, insted of sensing death I could heal those who were dieing, I didnt hear voices but I had complete control over my inner animal. Soon after my aunts passing my father came for me, he was shocked to find a strong woman and not a scrawny out of control mess mourning for my aunt. What shocked him even more was my violet eyes insted of red ones, he decided it would still be worth his while to kill me, when he approched: I roared. He shit his pants and turned tail, I never saw my father again.

I stopped ageing around my 18th year. The humans began to notice I never aged, and so I left my home on Isle of Skye. I traveled the world, I never kept track of the years, but I left my mark in each place I traveled. I helped build Stonehenge (how else could humans move those stones they used werewolves). I studied with Aristotle at Plato’s academy in Athens. I fought as a gladiator in the Colosseum. I painted with Michelangelo. Obviously it was difficult to be a woman in these times but I made due often dressing as a man. It was hard to go unnoticed with lavender eyes, so I mostly laid low once I fed my thirst to learn. I worked in all sorts of places, building the Eiffel tower, lighting lamps on the streets of London, a chef in Italy ( I make the best pasta in the world). I did grow very wealthy, I was never very materialistic so I never spent money. I prefered to work for each meal hunting as my animal. I could take in more nutrience and stay healthier eating completely transformed ( plus I didnt have to cook anything Win). Banks were a huge help also being such a long time member of the same bank I had a huge intrest rate on my savings account. When world war 1 broke out I traveled to America, the Nazis were obsessed with finding a supernatural advantage in the war and I figured it was time to switch continents. I started out in Boston as an editor of a news paper. From there I went to Detroit and assembled automobiles. After that I worked in Lawrence, Kansas as a mechanic. Then I made my way to Colorado and I just hiked the moutains. Eventualy I found myself in a town called Beacon Hills, the supernatural ran amuck there, and I decided to help maintain the balance. The last of Its kind a phoenix; was tipping the scales to chaos.

Only comming out at night the creature was blood thirsty and out of control. The first time I caught the scent of a Phoenix the aroma was salivating, no wonder they were going extinct. One extremely hot Californian night the Phoenix lurked in the shadows of the empty streets, waiting for its prey, not realizing that it was indeed the prey. A group of children crossed the dimly lit street, a group of preteen boys. One was carrying a comic book; Captain America first edition. The other boys wanted it from him. The Phoenix was keen on following these five boys, “Stiles! just let us see it for a second!”, one boy wined “ No you will only wreck it,” the smallest skinny boy argued. I felt a small connection with the weak boy, you always had a soft spot for the weak. Then it hit me, preditors picked off the weakest in the pack first, the Phoenix was going after this small boy. Anger flowed freely through you, its not fair that this small boy was going to be killed by this demonic creature purely for the fun of it. You had been lost in your anger you failed to notice the other four boys left the small one alone. The street empty all except the boy, the phoenix, and you. The boy sat down on the sidewalk opening the comic book, there was a small smile on his face. The Phoenix stepped out of the shadows, his hiddeous burned body hobbled grotesquely towards the boy, its orange eyes burned with hunger, its pace quickened as he neared the boy. The dragging of the Phoenix’s feet caught the boys attention and he looked up to see the demon just feet away from him, so shocked he couldnt scream. I lept out from the darkness hiding me, my body between the boy and the Beast. The Phoenix gave out a startled screech and stumbled backwards. I placed my hands on either side of the monsters distorted burned face, my hands instantly bursting into flames. Without hesitation I sunk my nails into its skull staring strait into its eyes as the life left its body and it fell limp in my burning hands, I ripped the gland swiftly out and popped it into my mouth like a piece of gum. I dropped the Phoenix and my own body burst into flames, and quickly extinguished, like a wave or surge of energy. The boy was frozen to the sidewalk. The clothes on my body burned away and I stood there naked infront of this child. The child was shaking with fear, “ hey, hey, hey its okay, youre alright, youre okay whats your name hon”, I crouched infront of the boy and cupped his face wipeing tears away, he seemed to calm down “E-Elias S-St-St” he couldnt get the words out “Elias youre okay, youre safe” He nodded his head spasticly making me laugh. “ T-thank you, for saving my life, a-are you an angel?” I felt something stir within me, and I smiled warmly at Elias “ yeh should head home Elias, yeh shouldnt be out here alone hon” Elias’ smile fell and I knew something was wrong “ Do Yeh want me to take yeh home?” he gave me a small sad smile and nodded slightly “Okay wee lamb c'mon” you stood up and held your hand out to the boy and he took it without hesitation. Elias took me home like a puppy he found on the street, no one was in his home. He gave me some of what I think were his own clothes. I was about to ask him where his parents were when the front door flew open and a heavly intoxicated man flopped onto the floor with a thud “Where are you, you little fucker” the man mumbled under his breath. He lifted his head and his eyes met yours “ Hello Sir, my name is Y/N and I found your son alone in town” the man stood showing he was at least twice my size, “ That little shit is not my son” the anger returned flowing freely making my body glow red hot “where are his parents then” the man scoffed at me “ the little fucker didnt tell you that his parents are dead and that he’s being raised by his uncle?” he looked at the boy and raised his hand to smack Elias. Your hand shot out and gripped his throat tightly he gasped “ If yeh ever lay a finger on him” you lifted him off the ground “ I will know and yeh will pay” you released him and he fell to the floor gasping for air. I left that home confident Elias would be treated well.

The Phoenix pineal gland gave you an afinity for fire, problem was that fire reacted to your emotions especialy anger. And you now had an alternate animal, you had semi turned, full animal and then beast mode. Your full animal had been changed if that was possible, you were no longer a lioness, you were a Tigress. Half turned you had tiger like features, and embarassingly enough you had a tail. Beast mode was horrifying it was a tiger jacked up and completely on fire with blazing violet eyes. However you had complete and full control over all of them.

I traveled around America but I always ended up in Beacon Hills.

I dont know what I wanted to find there but I had a gravitational pull to something. I passed through Beacon Hills many times, a great alpha lived there and I often asked her for advice, as the years passed and I did not age, the great alpha asked me how I came to be, she found my truth broke her heart, she offered me her home. I accepted, Talia was intrigued by my apparent immortality, my ‘condition’ facinated her and her emissary they attempted to classify me, but given my ‘condition’ could change at any moment they never did. When Talia took me in when she was pregnant with her second child, Talia and I became great friends, she felt like a sister to me. And her children felt like they were almost my own. I protected her kids from everything especially her strange brother. Sometime after Cora was born the Hale house filled with Hales, I felt a little claustrophobic, Talia was very understanding when I left. I traveled to Canada, when I came back a few years later, she was gone, all the Hales were gone. All dead. The pain of looseing my only real family led me to find outlets, I slaughtered at will. Anything I came across that was evil I killed. Killing was the only thing that satisfyed my acheing heart, it made me more animal than human, and when I made my way back to Beacon Hills, thats what I was; an animal running on instinct alone. Untill I met a True Alpha, Scott McCall. He save my human soul, and so did Stiles. I was there to kill Meridith, who led me to Lydia, who Scott and Stiles protected.

Flash Back to You trying to kill Lydia: I had the tiny strawberry blonde girl pinned beneath me. I was half changed but not fully changed yet to “beast” mode. She was panting beneath me, I had my claws on her throat ready to end it all my tail whipped excitedly around my legs. A strong, powerful roar came from behind me. I slammed the girls head into the ground to knock her out, and turned to face this obstacle. An arrow hit my shoulder as soon as I stood up. I fully changed into the beast and the children infront of me stared in horror. The arrow in my shoulder burst into flames and melted away. The one who roared at me shifted back to human and stared at me frightened “L-look we don’t know you, but could you maybe not kill our friend” my Violet eyes shifted to the lanky boy who had the balls to ask me this. My heart pounded as I looked into the warm brown eyes and I knew. I imprinted on him. I shifted back completely, I stood there shocked and naked ( full beast mode burned my clothes), the girl who shot me rushed past me to Lydia and the boys sheilded their eyes. It all hit me at once I was a monster, I dropped to my knees and sobbed, I though about all the people and things I killed. I thought of Talia; my sister, how ashamed she would be of me. I pictured my mother I didnt know what she looked like but I knew she would be ashamed of me. A blanket covered my shoulders and the boy who roared crouched in front of me. “ Hey whats your name?” he treated me like a hurt puppy “Y/N” I mumbled “Y/N its okay we all loose control sometimes” I nodded my head slowly not meeting his eyes “ Im Scott, this is Stiles, Allison and you already met Lydia..” I looked over at the Banshee ashamed I stood gripping at the blanket around me, Scott moved to block me, but I didnt stop and he moved out of my way. I crouched next to Lydia I took her hand in mine. Black ran from her veins to mine and the swell on the back of her head disapeared. Lydias eyes shot open just in time to see me hit the floor. I dreamed of Stiles, just his touch, him holding me, placing soft kisses on me, saying my name… When I came to I had no idea where I was. It was a boys room thats for sure, and the whole area reeked of Stiles scent, Stiles room? Why am I in Stiles room? I should be lieing in a empty parking lot where I had attacked Lydia… Voices down staires caught my attention “ WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HER!?!?!” -Lydia “We couldnt leave her there!”-Allison “SHE TRIED TO KILL ME!”-Lydia “We know but we also need to know what she did to you”- Scott “SHE SLAMMED MY HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE”-Lydia “Calm down Lydia you’re okay she reversed it”- Stiles “CALM DOWN?!?! YOU CALM DOWN I AM THE DEFINITION OF CALM!”-Lydia “Lydia, we dont know what Y/N is and we have to find out before something bad- er I mean worse happens”-Scott “Y/N IS A KILLER!”-Lydia “She also saved you somehow and we would like to know how she did that and where she came from and if shes going to kill all of us.. why did we bring her here if she might kill us all?”-Stiles “I dont think she’s going to kill anyone, did you see the way she looked at Stiles?”-Allison “What do you mean Allison?” - Scott “It was like she saw something, she was shocked to see”-Allison “I am very Handsome, Irrisitable, suave, dashing, sexy…”-Stiles *punching noise* “OOOOWWWW WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?”-Stiles “You would have gone on all day mister”-Lydia I let out a tiny growel at the sound of Stiles being hurt “SSsshh! I think shes awake”-Scott I evened out my breathing and slowed down my heart beat to sleeping standards “False alarm I guess I heard something else…”-Scott *knocking on door* “Its open!”-Stiles “Sorry we’re late, someone had to stop for chicken nuggets”-Derek “Totally worth it”-Isaac with his mouth full *laughs* “ So whats happend exactly?’-Derek *shuffleing noise* “Hey!”-Isaac *eating noises* “Those are my nuggets! Stiles!”-Isaac *Stiles chokes slightly on too many nuggets in mouth* “We… er Lydia discovered a new creature…”- Scott “HELL YEAH LYDIA DISCOVERED IT”-Lydia “It also tried to kill her”-Allison “Why did it try to kill Lydia?”-Isaac “We dont really know much about it yet, but what we do know is: it has purple eyes; lavander when human, bright purple when changed…”-Scott “When changed it looks like a freaken Tiger on steroids”-Stiles “Yeah she had stripes and a tail and everything she took a full animal form and a partial animal form, resembling a tiger..”-Allison “SHE?’-Derek “Yeah, SHE looked like a regular teenage girl when she first approched me”-Lydia “How did you stop it?”-Derek “Stiles stopped it….”-Allison “How did Stiles stop it ?”- Derek “Hey Im not totally useless! I reasoned with it-er Her… Y/N”-Stiles “ Yeah he said something to Y/N and she looked at him with her glowing purple eyes and changed back to human… huh I guess it was pretty lucky”-Scott “Well where is Y/N now?” -Derek “upstairs”-Stiles “WHAT?”-Derek “THATS WHAT I SAID”-Lydia “ How do you know she can be trusted?!”-Derek “ Because she healed Lydia”-Scott “Healed? like how?”-Derek “She had attacked Lydia, she smashed her skull in… bad. Y/N took her hand, and healed her, there is nothing wrong with Lydia now, she was almost dead when we got to her!”-Stiles *silence* “I was?”-Lydia “yeah”-Allison*crying* “She saved me?”-Lydia*crying* “yeah”-Scott “Thats incredable… she practiacly brought you back from the dead… I’ve only seen that once, when I was young… but it cant be! You said she looked like a teenager… Right?”-Derek “Yeah she looks really young like 16 maybe”-Stiles “Why dont we just ask her?”-Isaac Shit “Stiles do you want to see if shes up?”-Allison “Sure… If I scream come and save my sweet ass please.”-Stiles Fuckkk *footsteps* I decided to pretent to sleep, the bedroom door opened Stiles tripped on something trying to be quiet and I couldnt help the giggle that escaped my lips, “You awake?” Stiles sat down on his bed and shook my shoulder, “No, I laugh at random things in my sleep”. Stiles laughed at my sarcasm. “Hey um Y/N if you dont mind the pack would like to talk to you … about you.” Stiles choked when I sat up, evidently I was still naked. “ Um here” Stiles stood up and rumaged around for a littl bit then offered me a giant sweat shirt and some giant sweat pants. “thanks, and sure Ill talk” I stood up completely to take the clothes from Stiles, his eyes traveled down my body hungrly. He handed me the clothes and licked his lips, our eyes met and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second. A strong impulse to kiss him flooded over me and I stepped closer to Stiles. Stiles stepped back, the one movement shattered my heart. I played off my action by stepping into the sweat pants, I guess I am going Commando.

Downstairs was a party; everyone was talking and laughing. It had been so long since I’d seen a gathering like this everyone smileing and happy it made my heart ache for a family. As soon as I came into view everyone stopped talking. Stiles walked past me to stand with his pack. Everyones eyes were on me, and I was drowning in Stiles clothes. “Y/N?” Derek stepped closer. I looked at the aged boy, instinct took over and I approached the young man. I grabbed his face and turned it every witch way examining his features like I used to when he was a child and his older family members picked on him and hurt him he would cry for me first then his mother, because I would punish whomever hurt him, his mother was against violence. “ you’ve grown wee lamb”, I smiled at him my little Derek all grown, and fully evolved like his mother. A tear ran down Dereks cheek and I wiped it away “eh don cry babe” I wrapped Derek in my arms, he hugged me back emotionally. I looked around at everyone stairing at us confused. When we broke our embrace Derek looked around the room embarassed. “ uh um Y/N is family … ” everyone turned to look at me. “ I helped raise him and his sisters, his mother was an important alpha and sometimes that was more important than wipeing asses Yeh?” Derek chuckled “ Y/N you havent changed….” another tear escaped his eye and I reached out and wiped it away again, embarassing him. Derek smiled a big smile, but then his brow furrowed and his smile disapeared “You havent changed” Derek stepped away from me.“ alright does one of you want to explain?” Isaac looked between Derek and I. “ Why havent you changed?” Derek accused me. “Your mother never told yeh about me? All those years I was just Aunt Y/N? you never wondered why a nonHale lived in the Hale house?” Dereks face screwed up in confusion. “You’re not a Hale?” a pang of sadness peirced my heart “ I guess I am a monster, if your mother din’t tell yeh about me.” I dropped to my knees trying to control the sadness that hit me I pressed my palms to the floor to conduct some of the heat away from me. “She never told yeh who I am, where I came from, WHAT I am?” I kept my eyes on my hands to concentrait on not burning the house down “ What are you Y/N?” Derek attempted to take my hands before I could warn him his hands sissled from the heat. “ Derek m’ so sorry I should have warnd yeh” your hands cooled and you took his hands to heal them. “Im a werelion well I was born a werelion and I… circumstances… over time .. um … I guess now Im a weretiger”. damn thats hard to explain “ Why are you so hot?… you know what I mean” Derek helped me to my feet, shaking his head smileing to himself I giggled at his remark “theres really to much going on to explain it” I stood on my own not looking into anyones eyes. Suddenly the front door swung open and three girls and three boys entered the house laughing, but soon stopped when they saw the gathering before them. “ H-hey guys, we didnt get the pack meeting memo?” a small spikey haired boy wrapped his arm around a beautiful brown haired girl. “ who the hell are you?” the tallest girl sniffed the air her eyes glowed blue “ what the hell are you?” she adjusted the question “Malia this is Y/N, Y/N this is Malia, Kira, Mason, Corey, Liam, Hayden, Isaac, you know Derek, Allison, Lydia you met, Im Stiles and this is our alpha Scott, not preasent are Jackson, Peter, Theo, and Parrish.” Stiles pointed at each person, and stated their names. Heavy Chemosignals gave me a hint at each others ties. I raised my hand to wave ackwardly “ Hello” I shuffled in my spot now at the center of a circle of people. “ where are you from your voice sounds weird?”-Liam “Oh my gosh your eyes are purple!”-Hayden “why are you wearing Stiles clothes”-Malia “ How old are you?”- Mason “wow your hair is so long”- Corey “guys your freaking her out”- Derek “But seriously answer those questions”- Stiles holy fucken shit “um well I was born in Scotland, on the Isle of Skye. ehhhhumm my eyes turned lavender when I… when my …. Aunt … who raised me died. I dont know how old I am,” I answered as best I could Leaving out the eating of human flesh. “ wait how do you not know how old you are? ” Mason held up his hands and shook his head confused. “ um well I never really kept track of the years after I turned 100 that would have been around the time Pharaoh Khufu built his tomb.” I tried to concentrait on the significant events in my youth but many I knew were never recorded through history… “Khufu? who the hell is Khufu?” Isaac looked around for answers “ Khufu is the King of Egypt who commissioned the building of the Pyrimd of Giza” Lydia was staring at you with shock in her eyes “ that was approximately 6000 years ago” Lydia wispered to herself but everyone heard and everyone stared at me. “ How can you be 6000 years old?” Corey asked the question everyone was thinking, I held up my hands palms up and shrugged my shoulders “ It just sorta happend” that was my honest answer, I had no idea how I cheated death I just did. “ Can you help me with my History homework?” Liam made a joke to ease the tension and I let out a nervious laugh. “Ive done enough homework in my time I was just lucky Plato didnt believe in homework” I laught at the fond memory “ hold up Plato? as in the Greek god?” Scott looked at me like I was crazy and I just laughed at him “ No, Plato as in the Greek philosopher” I smiled at him apologetically “ Plato was my first teacher, Ive attended many collages since but none compare to Plato.” everyone was still processing your age and not listening, you could smell pizza in the fridge “ Is anyone going to eat the leftover pizza in the fridge? or can I just order pizza? Fuck I left my phone in my bag!” I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand frustrated at myself. “ You have a cell phone? ” Derek looked at you like you were his grandma “ Yes I have a cell phone, and a GED and a drivers license and a Debit card and a car” You started listing off the things that they would think you lacked. “ we have your bag.. we didnt look through it I swear” Scott handed you the nike back pack with most of your belongings in it. “ well .. you didnt look through it Scott but I may have” Stiles came clean even though I knew he had been through it his scent was inside my bag. I just laughed and shook my head and decided to be witty “ Kids these days ” I laughed a little to hard at my own joke. I dug around in the back pack and produced my phone “ why do you need a phone anyway?” someone asked “ the internet is the best thing to happen to the human and supernatural race” I smirked at my phone screen lighing up “ you literaly have no contacts in your phone” Stiles announced to everyone making your face heat up “ how did you know my pin?” your eyes met honey brown ones and you couldnt look away, something strange came over you and you felt like you would do anything Stiles said, without hesitation …. Oh yeah you Imprinted on him… you would die for him, I heard of Imprinting and to loose the object of imprinting is described as the most pain ever, so excruciating it drives one to suicide. Stiles�� words brought you back from the depths of his eyes “ I um looked at the smudges on your screen” l looked around at everyone surrounding me, probably the most people since the dark ages that knew what you were. It made you feel good, like maybe you had a chance to be apart of a pack, maybe. “how’d you know there was pizza in the fridge?” Scott held up a ziplock bag of pizza I smiled and took the cold pizza from him “ my sense of smell was heightened when…” I stopped myself taking this moment to shove the pizza in my mouth “ when what ” Stiles looked at me expectantly he suddenly seemed so familiar like I had met him before, I sat down at the kitchen table. “ when my eyes changed color” I spoke with my mouth half full “ when did your eyes change color?” Derek crossed his arms and furowed his eyebrows, I remembered the day perfectly it still hurt to think about “ when I was 20” I took another bite of pizza to excuse myself from talking. “ what color were your eyes before?” Hayden sat down across from me “ red” I polished off the rest of the pizza but I was still hungry “ I ment your human eye color” Hayden laughed “red” I repeated sitting back in the wooden chair. everyone looked confused “ Im an alpha, and my alpha power was so strong it made it impossible for me to stop the color from showing, also I was very young and not in control” my stomach grumbled “ so you dont know what your real eye color is?” Hayden looked sad for you but this was such a dumb thing to focus on. You laughed and shook your head looking down at the floor “ Im over 6000 years old and these are the questions you ask me” everyone looked like they had a realization. “Whats the coolest thing you’ve seen” Isaac tilted his head to the side and looked at you. You thought for a moment “ Probably have to be the Fairy pools before the Fairys were extinct, the Fairys were beautiful little entitys anything they touched they enchanted they couldnt help it pebbles would float freely in the air and randomly drop when the enchantment wore off. they would dance on the surface of the pools and the water would float through the air like there was no gravity, the flowers they touched glowed vibrant colors, It was beautiful, but then they were gone. You see fairies were used by the humans to kill supernatural creatures fairy blood was poison to every living thing” your heart hurt that these kids would never experience this kind of beauty “ C-can I see?” Scott approached you his hand out streched claws at the ready, a stray tear rolled down your cheek. I noded and turned so my neck was exposed to him. I was calm and when Scott sunk his claws in me I remained calm. I greeted Scott in my mind then I showed him everything, My mother, My aunt, the Fairies, Stone henge, the Phoenix, the Eiffel tower, Eygpt, my father, all the people I met all the things I had done. When Scott broke the bond everyone except Stiles was gone. Stiles had his head on the table a small puddle of drool formed by his face. “You’ve been through a lot, my life doesnt look that bad now” Scott and I laughed “please dont tell Stiles, or anyone I know what I did was wrong and Ill never do it again” I begged Scott “ Y/N , Its ok you never killed anyone innocent, besides I probably couldnt if I wanted to, you are definately a much stronger alpha than me" I frowned at him “ I killed my mother Scott” Scott looked at me narrowing his eyes then scoffing and shaking his head “ You didnt do it on purpose you were only a child” he gave me a genuine smile and hugged me. slowly I hugged him back, this is the person who will know me the best probably ever. Scott left me alone with Stiles knowing it was the safest place for him. And the best choice for me to stay. I was fully rested and not tired at all it was about 3 am. I picked up Stiles cradling him in my arms I carried him upstairs to his room. I laid Stiles down on his bed and pulled his comforter over him. Like a mom I looked back at him and switched off his bedroom light and closed the door. I headed down stairs to find something to do. I made my way quietly around the house, cleaning up. I started some laundry, emptied the dish washer swept up. By the time the house was in perfect order it was 3:45 am. I sighed leting out a little frustraited groan. I found the door to the garage, maybe there was something for me to clean out here. I pulled open the door and there it was a classic 1980 CJ5. I ran my hand over the blue paint remembering the last time I had touched one. The last time you rode In a Jeep: Napalm filled the air around my squad. “ Sergeant! we need cover!” one of my solders called out “ Shut the fuck up, get down and stay put!” I barked at my solders as I sprinted ahead of where we needed to be. We had been on foot for 7 weeks and completely exhaused. All gunfire was directed at me, I scaled a tree in record time throwing the charlie positoned there to the ground. I positoned myself now able to see all the Dac Cong targeting my men, one bullet each was all it took. The fireing ceased. I hopped down and trudged back to my squad of 7 men. These men knew me as Sargent Noah O'Mally, my hair was buzzed and my breasts hidden under my uniform I kept as dirty as I could to seem more manly. “ Brumly that is not the spot you were in when I left” a short stocky brown haired boy scowled at me and I laughed “ We keep moving” I directed the boys forward. My squad was made of Oliver ‘Brah’ Brumly, Eugene ‘Gene’ Friemuth, Justin ‘Farmer’ Young, Elias ‘Stiles’ Stilinski, Anthony ‘Tony’ Peirce, Wayne ‘Wiener’ Fox and James ‘Jimmy’ Thornton. The men called me Ma'am, I was the only Sergent who found it humorus, so I was the only Seargent called Ma'am. Every single one of my men made it out of that hell hole. When the war ended we radioed our positon and a chopper took us out of combat. Then from the landing they put us in a Jeep to bring us back to base. Before any Jeep left the country I was in charge of checking for bombs and maintanence.

I hadent realised what I was doing until my eyes settled on a nightmare of ducktape. I had opened the hood and was met by a sad excuse for a motor. “ well I have all morning” and I got to work. About 11O'clock I had most of the motor and transmission taken apart and put back together and back in the jeep with new components and peices, I was just finishing up puting on a new cold air intake when the garage door opened “ Im telling you Scott shes not here and all her stuff is here!” I tightened the last nut and looked up at Stiles his face was shocked. I put the socket and wrench back in the tool box and shut the hood “keys?” I looked at Stiles and held out my hand expectantly. Insted of tossing me the keys he licked his lips angrly and stomped like a child over to the drivers side of the jeep and flung open the door, the jeep started on the first turn over and purred to life. Siles looked suprised and absolutly shocked. I smirked at him and started walking to the door. Stiles flew out of the jeep and whipped open the hood his eyes darted around the motor in disbelif. I wandered into the house and flopped down onto the couch and closed my eyes. I felt Stiles enter the room “uhhuhh um th-thank you ” I peeked one eye open to look at him “for what?” I closed my eyes and began to roll off the couch turning into my tiger and landing on all fours “whoa that was cool um thank you for fixing the jeep… ” I padded towards him purring I rubbed aginst his leg like a cat Stiles reached down and scrached my head like a pet and suprisingly it felt good. He pet me for a few more minutes, the front door opened and Stiles Father walked into the house. The sheriff dropped his keys “ Stiles” Stiles head whipped around “Dad! uh this is Y/N ” the sheriff backed up against the front door. I yawned and patted towards the sheriff and mid stride I shifted to human and held out my hand “ Hello sir Im Y/N” I flashed him my purple eyes and he took my hand “Noah” he limply shook my hand “ and you are what?” Noah added I held back my laugh “ Im a weretiger hybrid” the sheriff was still up against the front door “Dad its ok shes friendly” Stiles joked. “She fixed the Jeep” he added and the sheriff seemed to calm down “Really? where did you learn about fixing cars?” Noah stepped away from the door “ I learned about fixing Jeeps in Vietnam” Noah had just picked up his keys and redropped them “ In what” Noahs eyes crinkled “ Dad, um Y/N is over 6,000 years old” Stiles picked up the keys and placed them on the kitchen table. “ Stiles can I talk to you alone?” the sheriff pulled stiles down the hallway and I took that as my que. I hopped out the front door and started walking down the street. I slung my back pack over my shoulder sniffing the air a thought entered my mind randomly just a name Im not sure why but just the name Claudia was all I could think.

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