#you think 11 year old wolf girls want to just sit and stare at it!

[nytfythfhtyf]

society failed when they stopped putting stuffed animals like these in toy stores

and replaced them with shit like this

#what the fuck am i supposed to do with that??? #it cant even stand up?!? #its probably not even comfortable to hold!!! #ive had the guy in the top image since i was a literal baby and he was my favorite for most of my childhood #i hate the huge sparkly soulless eyes #you think 11 year old wolf girls want to just sit and stare at it!?? #now dickwad they wanna make those guys fuckin run around and fight each other #the bullshit they did with beanie babies is fucking unforgivable #anyway just had to get that off my chest #thanks for coming ill be here all night #i say things #stuffed animals #plushies #dogs #dalmatians

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Pinky Promises and Hugs From the Wind {Ray x Fem! Reader TPN}

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Hi! This is my first story here I hope you like it! Request stories from me however that works as well! I don't get very inspired all the time so please, I'll write for you no matter how specific or odd! I'm still figuring out tumblr so as I said in my bio, bare with me through my writing journey and me figuring out tumblr because it seems the one thing I am not advanced with is technology lol.

KEY: Y/F/F = your fav flower F/L = first letter of your name

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Who would have thought a childhood promise could be kept?

It was a sunny day at Gracefield Orphanage. Two children around 5 years-old stood under a large tree tree reading a book. This book involved something called romance or love. They didn’t fully understand the word but they were drawn to it. They read about the beautiful girl marrying the beast because she saved him in all the ways she could. That made the young, slightly sleepy, boy think of her. She was sitting right next to him, looking over his shoulder as he read the end of that chapter. Her beauty was beyond compare in all aspects of the word. She saw through how closed off he was and made a great relationship with him. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to spend the rest of his days reading to her and seeing that smile or hearing her laughter. “Ray, when we get older I want to get married and have a family.” she says a bit bashfully. “With who?” “You of course silly. Would you do that for me?”... “Yeah I think that would be nice.” He said with a rare smile. “Pinky Promise?” They interlocked their pinkies, kissed their thumbs, and stuck them together for extra strength as she called it.

Now they would finally fulfill that promise they made oh so long ago. They decided to get married at the same spot they made that promise. The big tree with the two carvings “L+I” and “R+(F/L).” They had carved their names on that tree when they were 11 and 12 just before they escaped. It was kind of like a parting gift to the place they used to call home. They also had it there because so many firsts happened there, their first time holding hands, their first kiss, everything they did together for the first time happened there. It was only fair they would have the first wedding for humans under that tree.

Ray stood under the arch of flowers, nervously straightening his tie. Norman stood in the middle of the arch waiting with Ray. He put his large hand on Ray’s shoulder and said “Your tie is straight, relax.” That did little to quell his fast beating heart and sweaty palms but at least he had a friend to reassure him.

You stood in a room with some of the other girls. Gilda was straightening up your dress, Anna was making sure your bouquet was perfect, and Emma was staring in admiration. You were stunning. You looked effortlessly beautiful and radiant. They stepped back to admire their work and squealed. “Ray will love it!” They said in unison.

You walked down to where Mister or “Yuugo” as you knew him by now stood waiting for you. (Ik he is dead but pretend he is not so he can walk you down the aisle!) You were like his own daughter so seeing you in that beautiful white dress and long veil covering your face made him shed a minuscule tear. You met him in the middle and he put out his arm for you to grab. You smiled and he smiled back. Although he would never admit it, he was proud. This was his family of sorts and he was giving away his “daughter.”

Nat started playing the piano once he saw you take a step out into the aisle. Carol walked in front of you and Mister as she threw flowers on the walkway. You still remember when she came to this exact place when she was just a baby and you held her for the first time. Now she was 12 years old and was just like what Emma was like as a kid. Phil walked behind you holding two rings on a pillow. He grew up too fast for your liking. He was 16 now and quite tall. It made you feel old seeing him so grown up when it felt like just yesterday you could hold him on your hip.

The crowd of people went silent and stared in awe as you walked down the aisle. Your hair glistened and your eyes sparked as the sun hit them oh so perfectly. Your bouquet was magnificent as well. It consisted of an assortment of white flowers and for a pop of color, (Y/F/F).

Ray tensed and his eyes widened a bit. She was more beautiful than he would have ever imagined and he had imagined it a lot. He started to tear up as you got closer. You were going to be his wife in just a few minutes. It made him look back on all the things you did together from your very first conversation to your first kiss. It felt like this all but a dream.

“You may now kiss the bride!” said Norman in an enthusiastic tone.

Ray lifted the veil over your face and looked into your eyes with all the love in his heart.

After what felt like hours of staring into each other's eyes Ray kissed you. It was filled with every emotion he could fit in it. The crowd erupted in cheers and some wolf whistles from Thoma and Lannion. Then, you both did something no one expected.

You and Ray put your foreheads together and smiled softly as you made another pinky promise. You were silently promising to follow your vows. Even though you had previously done so a pinky promise felt more real. You kissed your thumbs, stuck them together, and sealed it with another kiss on the lips.

In the night, after the reception, you and Ray were celebrating yourselves without anyone around. (not dirty stuff lol) Then the sound of water hitting the window pane interrupted your happy little hug.

It was like when you were younger. You would both go out in the rain after your escape and just slow dance. You would hug, kiss maybe, but you both enjoyed it a lot. Though you never knew, some of the little kids would spy on you two in these moments and just make quiet “aww’s.”

You dragged Ray out into the rain and you just started swaying. You didn’t care if you would be soaking wet or sick in the morning, you just wanted to stare into your husband’s eyes and never want this moment to end.

Then you heard a click. You looked up and saw Ray pulling out a picture from his camera. It was a much more up to date model that he got as a wedding gift. What would be a better first photo than one of his beloved wife?

You both just laughed.

“You know there's one thing I want to add to our vows…” said Ray “I will always dance in the rain with you. Even when I’m in my rocker.” you both finished off in unison.

As you said those words you both looked up to the gray sky and said yet again in unison “We did it Mama.”

Then you felt a gust of wind grasp both your shoulders, as if to hug you.

You both knew it was Isabella and you knew she was smiling down at both of you.

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#ray x reader #ray tpn #the promised neverland #x reader #tpn fanfic #oneshot #first story #hi ily #xo <3

[felswritingfire]

First Parent up is Horkeu Kamui! I hope these satiates those who requested for him for a bit, I’m still getting a feel for his character! 

Under the cut for length!

Word Count: 2429 

Horkeu Kamui

IF YOU WANTED TO HAVE/RAISE BABIES, HE’D BE SO HONORED ABOUT IT

He’d probs go off into a spiel about it and you’d have to sit through this hour long talk of him shooting off about how humbled he is that “you’ve chosen this Horkeu Kamui to sire your children, my Hero- it is the highest honor-”

He’d probs end up with with three little babies, all of them boys, the oldest is two years older than the twins and all of them are extremely overprotective of you when they get older

He’s ecstatic when you bring home your first boy. He’s always been enamored with the thought of a family and now here’s the start of one with his beloved hero. He’s honestly euphoric about it 

You’d think that he'd be an amazing dad with zero problems since he’s had a history of raising heroes- but, here’s the thing, he has zero clue how babies work because when he gets the heroes, they’re usually all older then, you know, little kiddos. So when you hand him your guys’ first boy for the first time, he just, let’s him lay in his arms too afraid to move because what if he drops him????

You have to lead him by the hand for a bit, which he’s a little embarrassed about, real talk, until he gets the hang of it- which he does, he gets it real quick

He’ll try his best with diapers, but,,, my guy- the dude has a sniffer, what, 100xs better than ours??? So like, he’s coming out of that shit (haha) with tears in his eyes and a migraine. So I suggest you doing it just to spare him and then just comfort him afterward, because a Kamui who’s in pain is… well, painful to see

He does everything else tho!

He loves dressing your babies up in general! He gets these really cute baby clothes that Bathym designed just for your babies, even tho your first boy would always give him grief about wearing clothes- which killed Kamui because he hates doing stuff that makes your babies uncomfy (he’s really soft for them- like extremely soft for them) 

Your twins tho, love wearing the clothes and he actively sends pictures of them to Bathym who literally flips his lid everytime 

Your older one will try to pull said clothes off of them any chance he gets though, in his two year old words: “Trapped!”

Kamui is distressed and you laugh at his distress, which just distresses him even more because:

“My Hero, are you taking a video of this?” “Yes” You say as you continue to hold up your phone, a bright smile on your face. 

He’s struggling with pulling your biggest boy off of your youngest son who’s fighting to keep his shirt on.

With your guys’ babies, they slept in their crib until they started figuring out how to crawl out of it (especially when they all respectively start walking) to get to you guys; you thought that this was just going to be a trend with your first born- but no, he started breaking out the twins and you two almost shit when you both woke up when you felt shifting on the end of the bed that ended up crawling up until your guys’ chest, Kamui tensing, and then you two open your guys’ eyes and there’s three sets of sparkling eyes staring down at you. Suffice to say, Kamui almost launched your boys into the ceiling until he realised who they were. Which they were giggling all the while, your oldest holding the other two up by their waists, until your youngest yawned and flopped down in between you two. And then your middle boy went right after and then your oldest boy rolled your middle out of the way and squashed him up to your youngest, proceeding to curl up against Kamui’s side and knocked out

You and Kamui looked at each other until you shrugged and grabbed the blanket at the end of your bed and pulled it over the boys before you snuggled deeper into the blankets. Kamui promptly followed your lead

When they turn to toddlers, Kamui starts to teach them all how to fight since he wants his boys to be able to protect themselves (and you)

Your first born is, of course, two years ahead of them in his training compared to the twins so he takes it upon himself to help them when they need it so that their papa doesn’t have to worry about them too much, which Kamui is so proud of him for

When he he first took them to the Berserkers colosseum- they uprooted EVERYTHING because all of the gladiators went bat shit crazy when they met the babies; nobody went to do any of the fights, they were all derailed because everyone wanted to say hi to the boys

Kamui was a little worried about his oldest because he almost bit Claude’s hand when he tried to touch his youngest brother, but Claude just laughed it off and started into a spiel about how he would make a great gladiator for the Berserkers one day!

It all changed when he noticed Snow and he screamed and rushed to hug his leg. Snow was shocked and Kamui was trying to pry him off his leg all while saying “Apologies, I should have warned you all, he loves lions and other such big cats.” 

Snow was so flattered that day

The boys are enamored with Pollux and they cheer every time he’d show off his punches, your middle thinks he’s one of the coolest things ever and wants to learn how to punch like him 

Bathym already knows the boys but he’s still so excited to see them and he shows off his moves too, which the oldest tries to copy but he refuses to let go of Snow’s pant leg so he ends up slipping and almost falling but there’s, like, four different sets of hands shooting to keep him from falling; but your youngest is hoping around and toddling towards Bathym and Bathym is MELTING. He ends up holding him the entire time that Kamui is there with them 

They meet Nomad and Macan and your oldest is determined to hold onto all of the cat therians; Nomad complains as he lets him hold onto his pant leg too- Macan he has to be convinced a bit more. “Hah? You wanna get eaten, kid?” 

“Not if I eat you first!”

Kamui almost shit until Macan laughed and wrapped his tail around his arm (which left him sparkly eyed) and said: “you can’t even if you tried.”

Your middle boy noticed this and decided to grab onto papa’s tail and Kamui almost died

All three end up meeting Garmr and they are IN LOVE with him and Garmr gets all the pets and love he could ever want 

They’re all sad to leave and the Berserkers force Kamui to make a promise to bring the three babies back

Kamui is happy too because now he has like, 20 different babysitters. Score.

When they hit the tween years, your oldest is very boisterous and energetic, he bounces off the walls and you have no idea which one of you he got that from. Your other two are very calm, though your youngest is the shyest out of your boys

Your oldest boy is very popular and definitely joins a sports club, something like football, but he definitely goes into wrestling if they have that  (he practices with Uncle ‘Suke who makes him a mask for him, but instead it’s wolf themed). He’s protective of his brothers and the people he cares for, so he doesn’t put up with any bullying on his watch. He will square up if he has too, but it usually doesn’t have to come to that because he’s pretty chill by the end of it 

The oldest comes to Kamui when he needs help with emotional problems, which, might not be the best, but it also is an added oof for Kamui because your oldest has zero filter so when he asks why you have to pee into a girl to have a baby, Kamui almost DIES

  Your middle flits between you and Kamui, luckily he is not one to just hit you with any off the wall questions, so it’s all nice and relaxed when you answer his questions

The little one goes to you with any of his problems. Which can go either way because he’s very similar to Kamui with his social skills, so you’re sometimes sitting there blinking at him trying to figure out how to answer a question 

The boys at this point are becoming more and more protective of you and they are determined to keep you safe and happy. Like, any person even thinks about flirting with you- they’re getting three tweens in their face and it’s terrible because they could all snap a man’s back over their knee and they’re only, what? 13 and 11 respectively (they are huge baby bois, adopted or not) 

Your twins are both much calmer than their older brother, they’re also much closer to their dad’s disposition too, so they tend to be closer to wall flowers- or at least they try; their big brother drags them into the spotlight a lot because he talks about them ALL THE TIME- so they have to put up with their brother’s rambunctiousness a lot

All three of them have a tendency to get in trouble together, your oldest usually runs head first into things while the other two are trying their hardest to get him to not do what he wants to do

There was this one time you and Kamui had to go and get them at three in the morning because your oldest dragged the boys into, what they thought was an abandoned fake haunted house, and your youngest twin called you in near tears as he quickly screeched that: “THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- MOM/DAD/NANO- COME AND GET US-” And then the message cut out at the sound of your oldest son screaming bloody murder and your oldest twin… also distantly screaming: “DAD. COME AND GET US-” You also heard some… growling??? And more screaming????? You think???? Anyway- you almost shit, and since you were in the living room at the time and Kamui was in your guys’ little home gym you both ended up almost running into each other trying to get out of the house and into the fucking car- 

So, you two get there, ready to murder someone- when you see all three of your boys sitting in front of said “haunted house” just to see Benten of all people yelling at them with Ebisu holding his face in his hands; turns out Benten also thought that the house is haunted and decided to go in their for a video, she also dragged the poor man into it too, and they ended up bumping into a dresser and knocking it over, which set off the boys which caused your son to start swinging, which kicked up a whole bunch of dust, almost got Ebisu punched in the face, and caused Benten to start swinging as well-

Long story short, they were very grounded after that 😔😔😔

By the time they get into high school, your oldest is still loud and boisterous but he’s already on the verge of getting a scholarship for his football and Wrestling and the twins have really committed to their passion: which is MUSIC!

Your oldest twin is in band and plays the French Horn, but he also plays the violin and Bass (Kamui really likes the bass so he learned how to play it just for him ); while your youngest is in choir! Him and his brother get together and do a mini concert just for you two and their older brother- who cried whenever they first played, he was so proud

Their older brother still brags about his little family- it’s actually gotten worse

All of his friends know almost everything about you guys, it’s kinda freaky tbh

Also, you will never forgive Kamui for instilling the instinct to protect you with their lives because they really take their job seriously 

There was this one time where your oldest brought one of his friends over and, aw, poor boy had a big ol’ crush and you and almost got chucked through a window when he tried to be smooth with you by three different giant boys

Kamui just sat with a serene smile on his face as he flipped some pancakes- he’s such a little shit, you swear-

Your boys still like to be near your guys despite being older- like they prefer sticking to you guys than going with their friends

UM, YOUR BOYS TRAIN- despite the boys not focusing on a fighting career or anything of the sort, they still like to be able to stand on par with their big brother so they can help him train- WITH THE RANKERS AND CLAUDE HAD TO REALLY SELL YOU TWO ON IT TO LET HIM TRAIN WITH MACAN BECAUSE, BRO, IF MACAN HURT YOUR BOYS HE WAS GONNA BE TURNED INTO A TIGER RUG BY THE BOTH OF YOu

But he’s actually a really good teacher??? Which shook the fuck out of both of you (and Nomad) 

Speaking of that, your oldest likes training with him, Snow and Nomad the most, while your oldest twin likes training with Pollux and your youngest likes learning from Bathym the most and has some scary ass kicks now 

When your boys do graduate, all of the Berserkers are there to see it and Kamui is so proud of them- he’s not one to cry but he will have this super proud smile on his face and he’ll bring his boys into his arms and squeeze them real tight- your oldest is full on sobbing because he doesn’t want to leave you guys for college; the twins are also sobbing because they don’t want to leave, but they end up going to the same college as their older brother (who is excited AS FUCK ABOUT IT) 

Another really good dad, I think he’d be really fulfilled by the end of it all- he loves his boys to death and he’s so happy you chose to have a family with him- he’s just- ah- so good

#dad hcs #Horkeu Kamui #SFW #x reader #nonbianary reader #gender neutral reader #reader scenario #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners

[chloroformthelittleb4stard]

Family Relations - Part 3

Summary: Your criminology teacher is acting all kinds of weird, which is the norm, except for the part where his eyes glaze over and he tries to kill someone. Stiles, the hero he is, tries to stop your professor with little avail until he gets some unnoticeable help from you. Stiles seems to find himself with you at the location of multiple attacks, just barely making it out alive. Through the bloodshed feelings, family, and friends mix to create a perfect blend of chaos and calm.

T/CW: Violence, not kidnapping but Stiles takes reader to a place she doesn't know and doesn't like 100% get her consent for it but also she's not upset about it, oh! and one cheeky sexual implication at the end

A/N: I'm about 90% sure I'm slipping into a depression slump and I won't be able to get it fixed for at least another month, so my update schedule - not that I have one - might be a little longer than usual.

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Late night walks weren't unusual for you, you liked clearing your head before you went to sleep and you found that nature was always one of the best ways to do so. You'd been enjoying yourself in peace and quiet when an obnoxiously loud jeep started heading your way, the headlights glaring at you and the muffler failing to do a lot of muffling. You were waiting for it to pass but instead it stopped next to you, Stiles' head popping out of the drivers' side window.

"Y/n? What are you doing out so late?" You ran over to his side, the cool air making the metal of his car freezing to the touch.

"Taking a walk." You hummed, inspecting the vehicle and finding that it was painted blue with a special addition of duct tape on pieces that looked like they should be considered a safety hazard.

"It's 11:00 at night?" The moon shone brightly above you, a cloudless sky making it perfect for a nice outing.

"I like night walks."

"You shouldn't be out alone at night, it's not safe." Suppressing the instinct to tell Stiles that it only wasn't safe for people who couldn't break your bones without touching someone, you gave him a shrug and started walking away. His hand grabbed your wrist lightly, stopping you from continuing your stroll.

"No way. I am not letting you walk around at night on your own. Hop in, I'll drive you home." You gave him a pout and he got out of the car, hand still holding your wrist, to open the passenger door for you. As the door shut, a large gust of what felt like wind pushed the car to the side, the vehicle's wheels screeching in protest as a wide but shallow dent was made along the driver's side.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Stiles' complaints were loud enough for all of California to hear them but you were more focused on what just caused the dent. Getting swiftly out of the car, despite Stiles' protests, you stood in front of it, waiting for something else to happen.

You got your wish when a large vine made its way out of the thick of the brush and straight towards you and Stiles. Within a split second you were in action, bringing up a hand to create a shield, temporarily blocking the vine while your brain worked overtime to think of a way to defeat the plant.

"Stiles!" You called out to your friend, his voice replying from what sounded like miles behind you but in reality he was simply a few feet from where you were standing.

"I need you to duck!" You hoped your yelling was reaching him and you got confirmation when you heard a loud and broken 'what?!' in response to your request.

"Just do it ok, you have to trust me!" With that he called out a hesitant affirmative and you let the shield down for a split second to send a blade of air slicing through the vine, cutting it directly down the center as it fell to the ground. You held the shield up again for another five minutes, waiting for the enemy to return, when you had no response you let it down and quickly went to seek Stiles.

He was crouched behind Roscoe, shaking only slightly with adrenaline and a twinge of excitement. When he heard you call his name he stood up, spooking you accidentally by popping into your line of sight so suddenly.

"Are you ok?" You rushed to as a question before he asked the inevitable one of 'what the fuck is going on?'.

"I'm fine. Are you ok?" His hands were roaming your body, checking for injuries of any kind as he patted down your arms and tilted your head up to look underneath your jaw. You nodded, putting his fretting on pause for now.

"Now you're definitely coming with me." His words were surprising, he didn't even ask what you were or what you did, although knowing a werewolf will do that to you, you supposed. You drove in silence for about three minutes before you couldn't take it anymore, the lack of noise made you want to explode.

"Stiles where are you taking me?" He shook his head and made a zipping motion on his lips, signaling that he wasn't going to give you any information. He was shaking, buzzing with the need to tell you that he was taking you to his pack because that's what he does when these kinds of things happen, but he refrained from it because he knew his chances of actually getting you there would deplete greatly if he gave you even a hint of his plan.

"So, nice car..." He hummed in response, biting his tongue so he wouldn't spoil his mission. You frowned at the lack of communication and slumped back in your seat, head turned to watch as the city scenery whizzed past you.

When the ride was finally over you found yourself in front of an old townhouse, shut off and condemned what you were sure was 100 years ago. Its front was covered in ivy, the windows blocked from the flora that had conquered the structure. One step to the door was broken, the wood split straight through due to some unlucky bastard's step.

"Stiles where are we?" You asked as he opened your door for you, grabbing your hand immediately once you stepped out so you wouldn't escape. Stiles opted to ignore your question entirely and instead led you towards the door of the ancient home, and into its rickety structure. The halls were dark but he managed to sift his way through, muscle memory guiding him, and effectively you as well, towards the door that led to the basement.

He held your hand down the stairs before knocking on yet another door, this time metal, in the basement. When the door opened you had to adjust to the flash of light, taking his opportunity Stiles quickly dragged you into the middle of the pack meeting, standing next to you in the center of the circle.

"Y/n meet my pack, pack meet Y/n." His introduction was vague, but in his defense he was still shaken up by almost being smashed by a vine. Scott was beyond shocked when he saw you standing in the middle of the circle, and you gave him a sheepish wave, one hand still death gripping Stiles'.

"What is she doing here?" Derek cried out, standing to assess your threat level. Stiles pressed a hand to the older man's chest, pushing him away lightly to protect you, even if Derek could overpower him in less than a minute flat. Taking the hint the elder werewolf sat down next to Issac, who was, as usual, wearing his classic scarf and leather jacket.

"Well we were just attacked-"

"Attacked? Oh my god are you ok?" Allison jumped right into nurse mode cutting off Stiles completely, immediately getting up and scanning you for bruises, foregoing an introduction, before moving on to Stiles who waved her off animately.

"Yeah we are, but that's because Y/n did this whole forcefield thing and she told me to duck so I didn't see it but she sliced the vine and it was kind of awesome." Stiles' rambling brought the whole pack up to speed while you stood in the middle of all of them, looking understandably nervous. Your eyes kept flitting from Scott to Stiles, the only two people in the room you knew whatsoever.

"So, what are you?" A ginger spoke up from her perch on a bookshelf, eyes coming to meet yours with a look that screamed that she was on the defensive, despite not having been attacked.

"I'm a witch. I'm assuming that you're all werewolves?" You scanned the eyes of the participants, trying to catch sight of a glint in one of their eyes. When you saw none you internally shrugged before returning your attention to the group before you.

"Can I sit down now or do I have to stand like an exhibit this whole time?" Your nerves didn't stop your annoyance at the situation, you never liked being the center of attention. Stiles squished himself into the side of a chair, patting the spot next to him. You looked around the room trying to find another option, not that you didn't want to sit in his lap, you wanted to sit in his lap doing so many things, you just didn't want it to be weird. Upon seeing no other option you squeezed yourself in next to Stiles, who looked generally very happy considering an arm rest was most certainly digging into his ribcage.

"We're not all werewolves, I'm a banshee and Kira," The ginger pointed to an asian girl sitting next to another girl who looked amazingly uninterested at the entire event.

"Is a kitsune." Kira waved at you, smiling brightly and nudging the girl next to her so she would pay more attention.

"I'm Malia, and a were-coyote. Everyone else is a were-wolf though you're right." She went back to scrolling through her phone and disengaging from the conversation. You took in the information around you, nodding and trying to remember the names that were given. Stiles put his arm around your shoulders, allowing you to lean into him for a source of comfort.

"Well, anyways, we were just talking about the deaths that have been happening on campus and-"

"Are we seriously just going to ignore the fact that a witch just walked into our pack meeting? Is that something I'm supposed to not comment on?" A younger boy sitting on the couch spouted off and you snorted at his words. You were starting to like some of the people here, even if you didn't know their names.

"Hey kid," The boy stared at you before pointing at himself to confirm and you nodded your head.

"What's your name?" He made a vindictive gesture towards you before answering.

"Thank you! That's the kind of thing you do when you meet new people. My name is Liam, this is Derek because he won't tell you his name otherwise, he's moody." Liam pointed a thumb in the direction of the man next to him on the couch who was scowling at his words.

"The banshee is Lydia, and the guy who wears scarves all the time is Issac. Oh, and that's Scott's girlfriend Allison, she's not a were-wolf either she's human like Stiles." After listing off the names of several pack members he sat back in the couch triumphantly, looking over at everyone to see what they planned on doing.

"As I was saying, we just went over the attacks happening on, and apparently off, campus. Do you think this is magic Y/n?" You were pulled out of your head by Scott's question and you shook your head briefly before answering.

"I don't know what else it would be but I can't be sure. I've never heard of a spell or power that makes someone a killer out of nowhere." Your magical knowledge was limited to self defense mostly, something you picked up and perfected back in your hometown. You also had a significant extent of offensive knowledge which you picked up from watching other witches' attacks on you, but it was mostly theoretical.

The room feel quiet and the air became tense as everyone else looked at one another, like there was a joke you weren't in on. Finally Kira broke the silence.

"I don't want to bring this up as much as you don't but we all know this reminds us of the nogitsune." The room fell silent again and you tried to search through your brain for any knowledge you'd have on the unfamiliar word. When you came up empty you sighed, Stiles taking note and looking to see if you were ok.

"Sorry to be so out of the loop but, what's a nogitsune?" This time there was a collective sigh as they all looked at Stiles, waiting for him to explain as much as he wanted about his past with Void.

"It's a spirit, it feeds off of pain. It's immortal unless you kill it, which we did, and it can possess people. When we dealt with it last time it ended up killing a lot of people-"

"It almost killed me." Allison interrupted, clutching her stomach where you assumed there was a nasty scar commemorating the encounter.

"It ended up killing a lot of people with a sword, kind of like with these last few attacks." He finished, looking away and purposely avoiding eye contact as he said it.

"What are you not telling me?" With potential murderers on the loose you had no time for bullshit, and you knew that whatever Stiles said wouldn't phase you, not after tonight.

"It can possess people..." There was dead silence as everyone waited for Stiles to continue.

"It possessed me, and then it looked like me. It did a lot of things with me, it's a long story but that's kinda the gist of it at least." He looked deflated to be bringing up his past and you wrapped an arm around his back in support, rubbing his arm to comfort him and show him that you weren't upset. He turns to you with a hesitant smile, happily surprised at your lack of fear like you weren't just told that at one point a murderous spirit had possessed him.

"Ok, so the nogitsune sounds like our culprit but you killed it. So, what's up with that?" You heard Lydia mutter something about you being obvious and you chose to ignore it in favor of looking around the room to gauge their reactions to your question. The only one who looked slightly worried was Kira, so naturally you asked her your next question.

"Are you sure you guys killed it?" You were directing the question at Kira and she stiffened upon hearing it, sitting up straight as a board.

"Yes we are. Can we move on now?"

"I mean..." Everyone was once again quiet as Kira spoke up, voicing her opinion on the dark version of the spirit that she had.

"We don't know if it's dead. You can't really know, but we did a pretty good job and I don't think it'd have enough power to come back so soon. Again though, I can't be sure." Upon her information Scott stood up, collectively grabbing everyone's attention.

"Ok, does everyone have all their theories out?"

"What about voodoo?" Liam piped up while Scott muttered something that sounded like 'evidently not'.

"Vodou can't do that. Spirit possession isn't evil in Vodou, and actual Vodou dolls can't control people, especially not ones that're alive. I would say maybe it's a zombi but again, the perpetrators were living when it happened. Besides, there's no reason a Vodou practitioner good enough to pull this off would have any interest in murder, they have enough to deal with. Vodou is a practice, not the supernatural." While his idea was deflated Liam looked content with your answer and was prepared to listen to Scott, finally.

"Ok so for theories we have, nogitsune, and witch. Any other suggestions?" Scott gave the room a minute to start talking before he moved on, tired and wanting to get some sleep before the sunrise which was only in a few hours.

"Ok, Kira can you find all that old research we did on the nogitsune? Allison go back to Beacon Hills with Derek and Liam and look through the bestiary to see if we can get any information on witches-"

"Hey!" You interrupted, loudly proclaiming your lack of involvement in witch-related studies.

"Witches who want to kill people Y/n, not you. I think our best bet is the witch idea, unless it's something new entirely, then we'd be..."

"Fucked?" Isaac finished Scott's sentence for him, the action making Scott roll his eyes before returning to his speech.

"Alright, everyone be on the lookout ok? We're done here, let's go home everyone." Allison stood up from behind him as he finished, hands still intertwined. You got the feeling that Allison and Scott wouldn't be very vigilant tonight.

"So, home?" Stiles stood next to you after you both managed to maneuver out of the chair. You nodded and went with him out to the jeep, the night air making you freeze. You shivered when your back touched his car seats and he frowned, reaching behind him to feel around his back seat.

"Should I ask what you're doing?" You chuckled, arms wrapping around yourself to conserve body heat. Stiles triumphantly pulled a large piece of clothing out from his backseat making a victorious noise as he did so before handing it to you. Upon further inspection you realized that it was a hoodie and you thanked him while putting it on. It was big on you, the sleeves coming down over your hands to make little sweater paws and Stiles almost cooed at seeing how cute you looked. You tucked the hood under your head to serve as a neck rest and you closed your eyes as Stiles drove off to the address you listed.

#stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski/reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski/witch!reader #teen wolf #tw violence #I'm putting a tw for this anyways bc it might be a little to close to home for some ppl #tw kidnapping #Family Relations #Family Relations part 3

[thequeendesi]

Legends

Title: Legends

Alt Title: The Spirits Say

Warnings: readers almost 17, teen pregnancy, alluding to extremely toxic relationships.

Disclaimer: I don’t own you or the twilight saga franchise. I do own the writing

Rating: PG

A/N: potentially looking at a part two

—

“Who is she?” Embry asked Sam, watching the girl laugh and chatter with Emily, while helping the woman cook. “(Y/N) (L/N). She’s one of Emily’s friends.”

Embry nodded, crossing his arms. “How does she know Emily?”

“They used to work at the same grocery shop. (Y/N)’s parents owned it.” Sam watched Emily. “What’s she doing here?”

“She’s staying with us. Boyfriend left her after finding out about the baby.” Sam crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.

“Baby?”

“She’s about 6 months through.”

“How was she able to keep it from him for so long?” Embry scoffed, crossing his arms. “He wasn’t a good man.” Sam said shortly, giving Embry a look that means ‘no further questions’.

“Hey! Dinner’s done!” Emily smiled, turning around to look at Sam and Embry. “Go tell everyone else, yea?” She made a small go motion with her hand to Embry.

“I’ll make the table.” (Y/N) said.

Embry narrowed his eyebrows at the new woman, before turning to retrieve the pack.

—

“So, do you still work at your parents store?” Emily asked, while (Y/N) set the table. “I plan on working until the last possible second.” (Y/N) stated.

“Well you’re free to stay here as long as you need.” Sam said, walking over, his arm wrapping itself around Emily's waist. “I appreciate that Sam.” (Y/N) smiled.

“That smells good!” The pack all chimed, walking in, sitting at their places.

“You guys can thank (Y/N) for that. She pretty much cooked the whole thing. Barely let me help.” Emily nudged her friend, making the girl shy away. “Don’t thank me. It’s just my way of trying to help out. You refuse to let me clean.”

“The chemicals can mess up Bean’s brain.”

“Who’s Bean?” Brady asked, mouth full of food, what can you expect from a 13 year old boy?

“It’s just the filler name for the baby.” Emily patted (Y/N)’s stomach.

“Oh. A baby.”

“A baby?!” Jake coughed, looking at her. “You look the same age as me!”

“How old are you?” (Y/N) asked, leaning back against the wall.

“He’ll be 18, next Friday.” Sam answered for Jake. “Even though with his big age, he still needs to understand manners.” Emily chastised, a small smile still finding a way on her face.

“I’ll be 17 in a few weeks.” (Y/N) informed.

Rather young for a baby Paul thought to the boys.

“Hurry up and eat. We will patrol in a few hours.” Sam said, putting his bowl in the sink, rinsing it off.

(Y/N) watched as the boys scarfed down their food, and then one by one rinse the bowl and go outside.

“I’ll get the dishes.” Emily stopped (Y/N) as she tried going into the kitchen.

—

“She’s a little younger than you Embry.” Jake said, walking next to Embry. “A year younger.”

“That’s not much. Look at Quil, he’s imprinted on a 3 year old,” Jake teased. “You think she might be your imprint?”

“Wouldn’t know. Haven’t looked at her much.”

“Hi! Boys, sorry, men?” (Y/N) shook her head, catching up with the two in the woods.

Embry continued to look straight. “Um, one of you left your phone? I’m not sure if you meant to, or if it was an accident?”

“That’s Quil’s.” Jake smiled at you, elbowing Embry in the ribs. “Oh. Can I give it to him?”

“He’s a little farther ahead in the group. We’ll be out until late tonight.” Jake put his hands in his pockets. “Hold onto it.” Embry suggested.

(Y/N) looked at Embry. “Hey, you’re Embry right? Emily told me how you’re like Sam’s left hand man.” She laughed a little. “I thought the term was right hand man?”

Embry asked, then made eye contact with the girl.

It’s like the world stood still and Embry couldn’t catch his breath. “Hello?” (Y/N) waved her hand in front of his face.

“I…”

“Ok! Let’s go. We’ll meet you back at the house, yea?” Jake nodded, then grabbed Embry’s hand, leading him towards the rest of the pack.

—

(Y/N) hummed to herself as she folded the laundry. “You’re starting to get uncomfortable in there, huh?” She groaned softly, rubbing the bottom part of her back.

“You’re still up?” Emily asked, walking out with a cup of tea.

“How late is it?” (Y/N) asked, putting down the final towel. “11 p.m.” Sam said, walking into the house.

“Do you have a moment?” Sam asked (Y/N), crossing his arms over his chest. “Did I not fold the laundry the way you like it?” She asked, standing up, picking at some scabs she’s gotten on her hands.

“No. No, it’s not that.” Sam looked at Emily.

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her round stomach. “Alright..” she bit her lip, turning to face Sam.

—

“We’re we heading?” (Y/N) asked, walking behind Sam and Emily. “Our tribe is talking about the legends we have. We want you to be there. Tonight is about the imprinting.”

—

“Wow…” (Y/N) said softly, as Billy finished speaking. Embry stared intently at her. Examining every aspect of the female.

Emily had (Y/N) sit next to her.

“Only the lucky ones are able to find their imprints.” Billy nodded.

—

“(Y/N)!” Embry jogged up to her. “Uh…” He gulped, when she looked up at him, turning around to face the male.

“Oh. Embry.”

“Sorry for being so weird lately.” Embry rubbed the back of his neck. “Wolf thing.” He chuckled.

“Being stand off-ish is a weird thing? I thought it was only a Paul thing.” She joked.

“Do you have a moment?” He asked. “All I have are moments right now.”

—

“So you imprinted on me? Like how Sam did with Emily?” (Y/N) asked, walking alongside Embry, her hands folded over her belly.

Embry nodded. “Are you ok with that?” He bit his tongue.

“Curious as to why you’d be ok with it.”

“What?”

“I mean… look at the situation. You’re about to be 18. Are you sure you even want to deal with a girl and a kid?” (Y/N) laughed nervously. “Let’s not even get into the emotional baggage.” She shook her head.

“If the spirits say we’re meant to be together. We’re meant to be together.”

She looked up at him. “Bean’s father will not be happy with this.”

“Forget him.” Embry coughed. “Sorry. I know I’ll never be Bean’s dad. But I want to be there for you. I want to get to know you the way the Spirits say I should.” Embry crossed his arms.

(Y/N) nodded.

“Tomorrow, at 3. I’m gonna take you out.” Embry smiled at her, then turned, running off to his house.

“Oh.” She laughed a little.

“Tomorrow at 3…” she muttered to herself.

#twilight saga imagine #twilight imagines #the twilight saga #twilight x reader #twilight Embry call #twilight embry #Embry call #Embry call x reader #Embry call twilight #desi's writings #desi's oneshot #des’ writing

[vancilocs]

Ive got a headache so im not gonna read every single option presented so top half for fuckerswoods wolf vampire hunter polycule aaand neja and yecal (or dana and hecca if neja and tecal have been answered for this already)

have a paracetamol and a lay down xx

1. Who's the one who's reckless and always getting into trouble while the other gotta pull em out

If anyone gets into trouble it's Kältre, but the others keep him so well in check that if he's even thinking of sneaking into the forest during new moon Soren will either go along or pull him back by the hood

2. Who's the one to send the other "I love my gf/bf" memes

Nanoha would send pictures of piles of cats cuddling and just go that's us!

3. Who's the one who listens to a music genre the other doesn't like and how does the other react

They all play well together, nobody hates the music the other listens to

4. Which one spoils the other more and do they ever get competetive to show the other more love

Everyone is very spoiled with four pairs of hands on them, nobody gets left out so it doesn't become a competition

5. How many years did it take to get married or was it just not for them

Given how open their relationship was in the beginning nobody really considered marriage, and now it would just be such a hassle with five people

6. Is their friends/family supportive

It's... a little weird to them but hey, everyone's happy and the relationship works so why not. If anything, Soren's family is weirded out by him shacking up with a vampire and Striga's parents being likewise mistrustful of a werewolf

7. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying

In wildly different ways, ranging from Kältre arming himself to kill a bitch and Nanoha starting to make soup. Virve and Striga are the types to hug or hold hands if allowed and ask what's wrong, Soren is the type to just hug. One of the five starts crying and there's a swarm of comfort around immediately

8. Which one dissociates

Striga and Soren tend to during new moon/full moon respectively, best to just leave them to lay in bed for the day bc their energy is at 0

9. Which one stares at the other's booty like "damn" and how does the other react when catching them

Nanoha and Striga are a bit flustered, Virve and Kältre like it, Soren is indifferent. All do look at butts tho

10. When they live together what kinda place do they live in? What does their home look like?

It's an old hunting hut that was converted to a living space by Virve's family when she moved in with Kältre, it's kinda small for five people but it's cozy, it's warm, it's pretty cluttered and one of the corners has been turned into a mattress/pillow/blanket/fur pile that fits all five

11. What do their dates look like

Walks in the forest, grabbing some food and walking to a meadow or stream to eat, going for a swim, going to the nearby village for a drink, staying home when the three others are gone and enjoying peace and quiet for a while

12. How does each act when getting drunk

Kältre gets loud and clumsy, Soren gets sleepy and cuddly, Virve also kinda loud but less so than Kältre, Nanoha gets giggly and sloppy and has to be looked after, Striga barely drinks because it hits her so hard, she gets emotional and very clumsy

13. Which one rolls over in the morning to wake up the other one just to give them a kiss

Striga and Nanoha give kisses but don't wake the others up, Virve will wake them up if it's almost noon and it's time to get your butt out of bed

14. Have they saved each other's lives before

Striga is fairly sure she would have made it out of the blizzard during new moon if by just huddling under a rock, but Soren finding her and bringing her to a warm spot didn't do any harm for sure

15. Does one have an interest the other thinks is weird but wants to listen to it regardless

Not really, whatever little crafts they do is something the others are always interested in and willing to hear about

16. Which one uses cropped hentai as reaction images

Virve and Kältre, and Nanoha uses one by mistake and Kältre informs her that it's from a hentai and she goes and how did you know that you wee cunting man

17. Does one of them kinkshame the other

Nanoha thinks Virve and Kältre have too much interest in Soren's werewolf and Striga's full vampire forms

18. Is one of them self conscious about their body? If so how does the other comfort them

Not really, Striga is a lil ashamed about her cold hands and feet sometimes but it's fine to the others, put on some woolly socks and put your hand on Virve's tiddy, it's soft and warm

19. What kinda joyrides do they go on? Relaxing ones or wild ones?

Soren agrees one time to let Kältre sit on his back and come along to a proper werewolf hike, very very wild ride

20. Where would they vacation for a honeymoon

No time for vacations, the grind never stops --------------

21. Do people ever get annoyed of their PDA

Honestly sometimes yeah, hands off his tiddies for once woman

22. Would they live in the city of the country

They live in the city, Neja grew up in a city too so it's comfortable for her

23. Are either of them mentally ill, if so how do they help one another cope

Not really? I can believe Yecal having some kind of PTSD from some events but nothing very severe. Neja will cuddle and pet feathers if needed

24. Does one have a spot on them where they would melt when the other kisses them there

General tender spots for Neja are the sides, inner thighs, neck, nothing unusual

25. Do they dance together

Neither really knows how to dance but it doesn't stop them

26. Do they sing together

Ditto, it's not super pretty but they have fun

27. Which one is better at cooking than the other and makes most the dinners

They are both alright at cooking, Neja makes some mean spicy noodles and Yecal some proper sauce, if one is running late from work then the other can have food ready just fine

28. Are they a reckless couple or safe

They began as very reckless but have toned it down a lot for each other

29. What be they kinks and do they try each other's kinks

Yecal gets pegged

30. What would their Valentine's gifts be to each other

Neja with a ribbon on her boobs (maybe some wine if she wants to splurge, some candy), she enjoys flowers and candy and wine herself

31. Do they get into fights often? If so what do they fight over and how do they make up

Not often, if anything it's small arguments about money of if Yecal tried to fix something he doesn't know how to and made a mess when Neja was gone. They make up with kisses and hugs every time though, nobody stays mad for long

32. Which one's top, bottom, verse

They switch flawlessly, sometimes a small girl wants to be small girl and sometimes she wants to ram her husband into the mattress yanno

33. Who would fight in honor for the other if someone would insult them

Yecal will defend Neja in anything, she needs to be held back also because she do be smol

34. Which one has a favorite movie that they have the other watch with them again and again

If either then Neja

35. Do they want kids

Nah, neither dislikes them but they don't want any of their own. They struggle keeping a houseplant alive so no way they would have a kid

#striga: this is the skin of a killer virve #virve: hawt #long oc thing #listen when you're a pastel princess clocking at 5ft and 100lbs it's hard to take your anger seriously #then she will bite

[cottage-babe]

Burning Scars part V

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I really be having the weirdest atla prompts in my head, like i have a spirit world one that i keep thinking abt but i feel like i wont be able to squish it into one post. who knows, maybe ill make a 10,000 word one shot :)

Also, abt that last question I asked abt how you see her wolf... I lied, it’s gonna be important in the NEXT chapter; I never realize how much I write for each event.  

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar’s destiny?

*****This chapter takes place on Season 2 Episode 11*****

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It had taken a whole day and some more to reach the dry, barren desert that Mushi had wanted to go to. 

Damn, it’s Iroh now, not Mushi. 

Calling the pair by different names took Y/n a little time to get used to. Sometimes she was left stuttering as her mind switched between names, but she knew that she would get used to it soon. 

Zuko had gone back to his old self; he didn’t talk as much and hardly answered anything she asked him. It seemed as if his talkative side just completely retracted back into him as soon as they set out of their previous campsite. 

Y/n had kind of expected the teenage boy to be nicer to her after she shared all of her secrets, but she supposed that that was asking for too much. Him allowing her to tag along was enough to show his welcome. 

Iroh, on the other hand, spoke to her a lot more. He would ask her questions about her traditions and culture, but whenever they became too personal, he would reassure her that he didn’t need to know it. It made her relaxed to know that she wasn’t obligated to share everything, only the bits that she was comfortable with. 

She wanted to ask them many questions as well, but the timing didn’t seem right. Also, she wasn’t sure how sensitive the information was. Why was a Prince out here instead of a castle or something?

They had traveled for the entire day before making camp for the night. The trees around them grew scarce as the area flowed from sandy-dirt to a completely soft and loose desert. 

The next morning, they packed up all of their things once again and set out towards the small town that Iroh called “The Misty Palms Oasis.” The boys had put on hats to block the sunlight, but unfortunately for her, Y/n didn’t have that luxury. While the heat bore down onto her, she leaned her head on Zuko’s back as she complained about the sun. She was definitely grateful that they were heading somewhere with Misty in the name, it sounded so refreshing. 

Finally, after what felt like a year, the three of them made it to the Oasis and, let her just say, it was extremely disappointing. The only thing that seemed the slightest bit refreshing was the melted block of ice that dripped away in the center of the Oasis. A dog lapped at the cold water that was produced from it. 

Spirits, I wish that were me. 

The trio tied their Ostrich-Horses to a stable and followed the Uncle to an old building. All the while, Zuko was complaining quietly about how all of this was a waste of time. 

“There can’t be anyone that can actually help us, Uncle.” Zuko whispered. “Not anymore.”

“Quiet, Nephew. You’d be surprised on how much an old friend will be willing to help you.”

The girl only tuned in slightly to their conversation, as she still felt like she was going to melt straight into the ground. Soon, however, she felt tingles go up her spine; someone was watching them. Y/n looked around, but no one met her eyes.

They’re probably just staring at my scars, I should’ve covered them up when I had the chance.

Throughout the day’s travels, her mind barely wandered to the bite on her thigh. She didn’t feel the need to hide it from her new travel buddies, but she didn’t even think about how it would look to the people who had never seen her. Maybe when they finished meeting Iroh’s friend, she could ask Zuko for some new wraps. 

They walked into the pueblo and past the wooden door; Zuko holding it open for Y/n to pass through. Iroh walked up to a counter with a man behind it to order something while the two teens found a table to sit at. They waited for the old man to return and sat in silence, all while Zuko glared at each individual person in the tavern. 

“Are you okay, Zuko?” Y/n asked while she tilted her head to meet his eyes.

His gaze jumped to her as a light red formed on his cheeks. It must’ve been the first time she’d used his real name. 

“Yeah,” the boy spoke, “I just don’t like it here.”

Just then, Iroh returned with cups and a teapot. He filled each with the flavored drink before settling on the seat beside Y/n. Zuko looked at his uncle from his seat across the table with his nostrils flared. 

“No one here is going to help us, these people just look like filthy wanderers.” 

Y/n choked on her tea while Iroh’s smile stayed on his face. 

“Well, so do we,” the uncle responded. 

Did Zuko think of me that way?

Hearing that Zuko was a prince gave many explanations to why he acted the way he did in times like these. She decided that it wasn’t entirely his fault; it was the way he had grown up. The only thing that the girl could wish for is for something to humble him down... just a notch. 

Iroh hummed as he looked directly behind Zuko. 

“Ahhh, this is interesting,” the old man pointed to a table far in the back, “I think I found our friend.”

“Did you bring us here to gamble on Pai Sho?” The boy said with annoyance laced through his voice as he turned around slightly.

Y/n gasped in her seat. “A game? Can I play?”

Iroh laughed in response to both teens and rose from his chair, “Maybe next time, Y/n.”

The two boys followed him to a table with a short, slim man sitting closest to the wall. He had a bald head and a mustache whisking around his mouth like a dragon. Y/n could see how Iroh was friends with him; he had the same wise look that the Uncle carried with him no matter the situation. She almost envied the amount of knowledge the two looked like they treasured. 

The werewolf looked down at the table to see an almost checkered pattern splayed out on the round edges. Every point and line met up directly in the middle. The board was beautiful. Iroh walked up to the table and stood in front of the chair opposite of the man. 

“May I have this game?” He asked.

The bald man stuck out one arm and gestured at the board. “The guest has the first move.”

Iroh sat in the wooden chair and fumbled around with the tokens on his right. Zuko moved the side of the table silently and pulled Y/n to stand next to him. She wanted to look at him questioningly, but her eyes remained on the game before them as Iroh picked out his first piece and placed it in the center. 

“I see you favor the white lotus gambit,” the friend stated. “Not many still cling to the ancient ways.”

The man held out both his hands with the palms facing upward. His head bowed as Iroh mimicked the gesture. 

“Those who do can always find a friend.” 

They maintained eye contact before the bald man spoke one final time.

“Then let us play.” 

The two old men took turns placing the tiles around the board for a long time. Despite watching them play the game, Y/n still didn’t understand the rules. 

“Zuko... how do you win?” She ripped her eyes away from the memorizing pattern that the men had fallen into. The girl noticed that Zuko’s hand was still wrapped around her arm from when he had pulled her before. 

The teen looked at the girl and blinked a couple times, seemingly dazed from the game as well. He gently removed his grip on her bicep. 

“I don’t really know,” he began. “Uncle always invited me to play, but I never wanted to.”

Their focus returned to the game as they heard the clicking of tokens stop. On the board, a beautiful picture was created; the outline of a flower. 

Maybe you have to make a picture to finish? That’s a silly game...

“Welcome, brother,” the old friend spoke. “The White Lotus opens wide to those who know her secrets.”

There was a slight pause as Zuko looked between the two players. “What are you old gasbags talking about?” 

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise of his words. She quickly stuck out an elbow and jabbed him in the stomach; the boy groaning out in pain with an arm clutching his gut. This boy definitely needed to be humbled. 

“I always tried to tell you that Pai Sho is more than just a game,” Iroh smiled. 

Suddenly, yelling could be heard over the chatter of the tavern. Y/n looked over and noticed that two tall men were arguing. After their brief conversation, the men strode over to their gaming table. One was old and stoic; he walked with a cane, but something about his composure told the wolf that he didn’t really need it. The other man had long, dark hair and a strong build. He had his fists clenched and a snarl etched onto his lips as he glared at Y/n, Zuko, and Iroh. 

“It’s over!” The long-haired one yelled. “You three fugitives are coming with me!”

Hold on, three?!

Before the wolf could even think another thought, the old ‘friend’ of Iroh jumped in front of the hunters and pointed at them threateningly.

“I knew it! You three are wanted criminals with a giant bounty on your heads!”

Zuko quickly returned his hand to Y/n’s arm and pulled her behind him, blocking the girl from the bounty hunter’s view. The girl probably would see this as sweet later on, but right now, she wanted to be ready to wolf out and Zuko’s protectiveness was stopping her. The boy looked over at his uncle in a panic.

“I thought you said he would help!” Zuko glared.

Iroh placed a hand on both teens shoulder to calm and reassure them. “He is. Just watch.”

How could this help the trio right now? If any of the men took even a step toward them, Y/n was ready to protect them by any means necessary. Of course, the thought of needing to keep her wolf concealed crossed her mind, but this was an emergency, right? Maybe her subconscious could excuse her this one time.

Then, the friend turned toward the two bounty hunters and held his head high. 

“You think you’re going to capture them and collect all that gold?” He exclaimed loudly. 

The intensity of his voice drew the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Men began to rise from their seat and pulling out swords, knives, almost anything that could be used as a weapon. There were about twenty or more men and they all whispered the same phrase: “Gold?”

The two hunters that approached the trio originally grinned and stepped forward, not aware of the crowd that was escalating quickly. Before they could get any closer however, two random men jumped between them, ready to attack. The long-haired man quickly took care of them, but soon even more men charged at him from every direction. 

Y/n almost wanted to stay and watch the tavern fight, but Zuko pulled at her arm to tug her toward the exit. They were following Iroh and his friend closely, but suddenly the girl heaved herself out of the boy’s grip. Y/n quickly grabbed a random bottle off a table and chucked it toward a fugitive that was about to join the big fight. The bottle smashed against the back of his head and the poor man dropped to the ground, completely knocked out. The girl grinned and turned back to Zuko.

The teen was so shocked at her actions that he was frozen in his place. Iroh had already escaped the tavern, most likely assuming that the children were following him. Y/n grabbed Zuko’s wrist, just as he had done before, and dragged him out of building. 

“C’mon Zuko, we gotta go!” She said while running in a full sprint. 

The boy shook himself out of his head and sped up to reach her speed. 

“You are so weird, Y/n.” 

The smile on her face spread to Zuko’s and he couldn’t stop looking at her. Fortunately for him, Y/n was too busy looking for the uncle to notice his stare. 

She noticed that the sun was gone already; the night sky darkening all of the Oasis with nothing but the moon to shine its dim light. Soon though, she spotted the familiar figure of Iroh standing beside a far building, looking for the kids. They ran up to him and his friend.

“Sorry, we got caught up with something,” Y/n explained as her and Zuko caught their breaths.

“Yes, I can see that.” The Uncle smiled and raised his eyebrows toward something between the two teens.

They both followed his gaze until it landed on their connected hand and wrist. Y/n quickly let go of the boy’s arm before hugging herself tightly. A light blush dusted both of their cheeks and they hoped that the other couldn’t see it in the darkness. 

“What’s happening now?” Zuko asked to get past the cloud of tension. 

“We’re going to follow Fung and see if he can do more to help us.”

The bald man from the Pai Sho table came out from behind Iroh and led the way through the small sand town. Zuko almost protested, but the looks from Y/n and his uncle made him shut his mouth begrudgingly. They weaved through the shadows of the buildings and hid from the eyes of random travelers. It was very exciting for Y/n; she would’ve taken the lead if she knew exactly where they were headed. They were doing what she always had done in her pack; hiding in darkness of the earth waiting to strike. Well, not that last part, but the rest of it was enough for her to wish she was in her wolf skin. 

Soon enough, they ended their journey at the edge of town. When they entered the building, the aroma of fresh plants filled Y/n’s nostrils and she was greeted with the sight of potted greenery lining the walls and tables. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dry sand that had filled her vision for the last day. 

Fung, as Iroh had called him before, shut the door behind the trio before turning to look at them. 

“It is an honor to welcome such a high-ranking member of the Order of the White Lotus. Being a Grand Master, you must know so many secrets.” The man spoke with a slight bow. 

He continued down the hall of plants to a door on the opposite side of the room. They all, of course, followed. 

Zuko, being the boy that he is, crossed his arms with annoyance. “Now that you played Pai Sho, are you going to do some flower arranging, or is someone in this club going to offer some real help‌?”

At this point, there was nothing Y/n could do to stop the stupidity that spewed from the boy’s mouth. Instead, she placed her palm on her forehead and waited for the two adult men to talk. 

“You must forgive my nephew. He is not an initiate and has little appreciation for the cryptic arts,” Iroh said with a sigh. “The girl, on the other hand, might become a very promising member in the future.”

The uncle winked at Y/n before turning his attention to the door they stood in front of. She tried not to think of his comment too much, but it still reeled in her mind. The future? Does he really want her to stay with them for that long?

Fung knocked on the door twice and a little slot near the top opened. A man’s eyes peeked through.

“Who knocks at the guarded gate?” The man behind the door asked. 

Iroh took a step toward the voice. “One who has eaten the fruit and tasted it’s mysteries.”

Iroh smiles as the door opens to let him and the Pai Sho man through. Zuko and Y/n attempt to follow the two men in, but the door is slammed in their faces before their feet could even be near the doorway. The teen beside Y/n pouts excessively before the little slot opens once again; his Uncle’s eyes replacing the ones that were there previously. 

“I'm afraid it's members only. Wait out here.” Iroh explained as he shut the small window with a snap.

Y/n could feel the annoyance radiating off her travel buddy as he stomped over to a table near the doorway and crossed his arms; the pout still ever so present on his mouth. 

The girl went to stand next to him and waited silently for him to say something. When nothing was heard, she sighed and took a seat, patting the empty space next to her. Reluctantly, the boy followed her lead.

“This is so stupid!” Zuko exclaimed, saying the exact thing that Y/n expected him to say. “We should be allowed inside; it can’t possibly be that private or even helpful! It’s a waste of time coming here.”

Y/n just nodded her head along to his words, not wanting to fuel his fire. She figured that he would be angry if they stayed on the topic, so she tried to change it. The girl looked at the scars on her thigh and traced the bumps. 

“Do you have extra bandages? I feel like people are constantly staring at my bite,” She said.

Zuko looked at her slow moving fingers before nodding his head.

“We left everything with the ostrich-horses, but I think I might be carrying the wraps.” He reached into his pocket and rustled around a bit before pulling out the white cloth. “I forgot to put it away after that night before the Rough Rhinos.”

Zuko held out his hand toward her leg as an offer to wrap it for her. She gently moved herself until she was closer to the boy; her leg touching his knee so he could easily reach her. 

As he began to wrap her thigh, the girl continued the conversation. “Those huge animals... Rough Rhinos, you called them? Are they from that place you talked about before? A... Fire Place?”

The corner of Zuko’s mouth twitch. “The Fire Nation.” He corrected. “And yeah, they are. We brought them here on the ships since they were so easy to ride.”

That’s why I hadn’t seen them before!

“Did they not teach you about the four nations?” Zuko asked before she could say something again.

“No. They didn’t.” Y/n shook her head.

“Well, the whole world is split up into four nations; fire, water, earth, and air. They represent each element and in each one, there’s a certain amount of people who can bend it; sorta like how my uncle and I can bend fire. There’s supposed to be a balance, though, so not everyone can do it,” He stated with a shrug. “Well, that’s what my uncle says, at least.” 

This was a lot to take in. There was so much that her pack never talked about, never once mentioned, and here was Zuko, explaining it so nonchalantly. Of course she knew that the humans lived differently than the werewolves, but this drastically? So much so that they can control the elements?

“Wait, so if everyone is part of a nation, does that mean I am too? Do you think I can bend?” The girl asked. She hoped that he would say yes; the thought of being able to control water or shoot fire out of her hands like Zuko excited her.

Unfortunately, the teen paused to look at her sheepishly. “I honestly don’t think you can. I think you show signs of it as a kid, but you can always ask Uncle. I’d probably guess that you were part of the Earth Kingdom, considering where we first met.”

Y/n pouted slightly; what did she expect? It probably does’t apply to animals like her. But still, the title of the Earth Kingdom raised her spirits slightly. Maybe she could find a place in the world outside of her pack.

“Do you mind if I ask you something personal?” She asked.

Zuko, after returning to the wraps, froze in his seated position. He looked so worried; she almost wanted to take back her question all together. There was no way that he’d let her budge into his personal life.

Surprisingly, though, the boy slowly nodded his head.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Y/n paused to put her question together. She didn’t want to be too harsh, but if she was too nice then he might avoid it completely. She had to word this perfectly. 

“So before, you mentioned that you were a Prince from the Fire Nation.” She began, “But if you’re royalty, then why are you out here?”

Silence.

The girl assumed that she had stepped way to far and truly believed it; who was she to question him about his past? After he had taken her in so generously?

“Here, I’m finished.”

Zuko tucked in the final strap of her bandage and let go of her leg. She moved it away from his knee, but didn’t scoot away. She was about to apologize, but he spoke up once more. 

“I was banished, just like you were.” The hands were clenched into tight fists and he looked down into his lap. “The scar on my eye... my dad gave it to me because I disrespected him by speaking out of line. And he gave me a task to do that would let me go back, but I’m not sure if I can do it... I don’t think I’m strong enough.”

Y/n was trying to meet the boy’s eyes, but he wouldn’t look at her. It wasn’t until she saw a single drop of water drip down to his lap that she reached out to pull his face in her direction. 

The face she saw was not the same hardheaded boy she had been traveling with for the last couple of days. This one was soft and vulnerable; just a teenage boy who has dealt with too much too early in his life. The whites of his eyes were red, but the other amber shade still peeked out of the light color. How had she never noticed how pretty his eyes were?

“I don’t think you’re weak, Zuko.” She stated firmly. “You’re one of the strongest people that I know; and there were some fantastic warriors in my pack. I know that we barely know each other, but from what I’ve seen, there’s not much you can’t do. If you really want to go back, then I know you can do whatever your dad wanted you to.” 

Y/n really hoped that she was telling him the right thing. If she had been given the opportunity that he was given, she would’ve tried her hardest to complete the task. Her pack was her home and she missed her family; even the ones that betrayed her. She wasn’t given the chance to talk to them before they kicked her out and she knew that she never would be able to again. Perhaps all she sought was closure, but this world that she was forced to explore was terrifying. She could only assume that Zuko felt the same. 

The girl hadn’t realized it, but the entire time the two teens were staring at each other directly in the eyes while silence enveloped them. Her hand still cupped the boy’s cheek and he had yet to shy away from her.

Were we always sitting this close?

She could feel Zuko lean closer to her; just the slightest movement, but it felt like he had come so much closer. Y/n’s mind was racing. Should I lean t-

The moment was ruined as the door they were sitting near creaked open. The teens jumped apart, the girl’s hand dropping down to her lap and blush blazing on both their cheeks. She almost wanted to scoot away from Zuko, but decided that it would give him the wrong impression.

What, are you saying that you want to kiss him now?

She wasn’t entirely sure of what she felt yet. Y/n hadn’t really thought about him in this way before, so it was kind of alarming for her. With one glance to the boy next to her, it seemed like he was in the same predicament as her. 

She looked up at the door that broke their “moment” and saw a youngish man closing it gently. He had come from inside the room that Iroh entered before, so Y/n assumed that he was part of the Club. The man completely ignored the two and their tension and left the flower shop quickly. Maybe he hadn’t seen what was happening?

For the rest of the night, the two had sat in silence as they sat in the most awkward bubble. Zuko had muttered a thanks for her honest words of comfort from before and turned away, claiming that he was tried and needed to sleep. She knew that he was lying, as he constantly twisted to find a comfortable position before forcing his eyes closed while facing forward. Y/n stayed up for a couple more hours, thinking about the days events and waiting for Iroh to return to them. 

The wait, however, consumed her too as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep with her chin resting on her chest.

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Yeeshhhh... also im sleepy, so i didn’t reread it :( sorry

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[marshmallow-phd]

Midnight Hours

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Summary: For you, being a good witch was easier said than done. Something dark was lurking inside of you and the others knew it. When you’re forced to tag along with Soomi and help a local wolfpack face a coming evil, you’re sent on a path that breaks into a crossroads. While you struggle with your inner demons, could the wolf Sehun be the key to your ultimate fate?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I 17 I Final

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Things had calmed down significantly over the course of the next couple of weeks. You found yourself settling in nicely in your spot next to Sehun. No longer did the two of you sit on opposite sides of the room, trying everything in your power to avoid eye contact. Now you sat side by side, his hand on your thigh or your head against his shoulder. You never thought that you could be this happy with another person. Long ago, you’d resigned yourself to always being the outcast, the one left on the sidelines. But that was never your place. And the pack was almost over compensating in making you feel welcome and a part of them after how they’d reacted to the fire incident. 

“(y/n), show Mei the trick you did yesterday!” Chanyeol exclaimed as he flopped down on the floor next to you. The one-year-old was standing at the coffee table, wearing a too-big t-shirt that you were sure was Kris’ at some point, painting on copy paper with child-proof water colors. Evie was on the couch, only partially reading the book in her hand as she kept one eye on Mei in case of any accidents. 

“I don’t think I’m supposed to,” you muttered. Kris was still cautious of you around Mei. He’d let up a bit after learning that you’d easily accepted Sehun as your wolf, but overprotective seemed like an understatement when it came to his daughter. 

“It’s just water,” Jongin encouraged, even flashing you that blinding smile. You’d never tell Sehun, but you were certain that Jongin’s was the most dazzling in the pack. “She’ll enjoy it.”

Too many eyes were on you, waiting eagerly like you were the party’s magician about to make the rabbit reappear. It was a new kind of feeling. Most of them had let go of the fact that you accidentally set the floor on fire once in your sleep. They’d moved on to fascination, constantly asking you to show them something else. Soomi’s disapproving stares could be felt from wherever she stood, but you obliged, for two reasons, mostly. The first was that it made you feel accepted amongst the wolves – a chunk of them anyway. Jongdae kept his distance, then there was Kris, of course. Minseok and Yixing didn’t seem as interested in you or your powers, staying off to the side and rarely joining in on the commotion. Which was fine; you didn’t let it bother you… too much. 

The second reason was why you really gave into their requests. This was the most practice of your powers you’d ever had in your life. Virtual free reign to concentrate and manipulate at least two of the elements to the point where it was almost effortless. Earth still gave you trouble and you refused to play with fire – literally. You were afraid of losing control again. And, even if you refused to admit it to anyone, the last vision still terrified you. 

Nothing else had come to you since that night and you wondered if that was a sign. You worried over it, to the point that Sehun noticed and tried to sooth you through it, saying that maybe it was a good thing and that the course of time was changing. But you didn’t believe it. You couldn’t. The blood moon was inching closer and along with it, the threat that remained in the shadows. 

Taking a deep breath, you focused on the present, smiling at the young girl as you scooted on your knees closer to the coffee table. You said nothing to Mei, simply lifting your hand and concentrating on the liquid in the plastic cup. 

At first, she didn’t notice the swirling, murky orb of paint-tainted water lifting from the cup, too focused in on her masterpiece to care.

“Mei,” Jongin whispered next to her ear. He pointed to the orb in an effort to grab her attention. A few seconds went by before she finally looked up. Then she gasped. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the wonder in her eyes. She followed the ball as you moved it across the room, stumbling and tripping over the dress-like shirt that kept her clean. With a tiny hand, she reached out. You concentrated on keeping the form together as she poked at the surface. A loud squealing giggle erupted from Mei as soon as her tiny finger met the water. She leapt back and clapped her hands. A broad smile of your own spread wide across your lips at her excitement. Several droplets fell from the orb down to the rug as your focus slipped, but you were able to save the rest when you realized what you were about to do. 

“Mo’! Mo’!” Mei cheered after you put the water back in the cup. 

“Actually, I think it’s time for lunch,” Evie said as she put down the book and stood from the couch. 

Apparently not a fan of this new suggestion, Mei stumbled her way over to you, falling into your lap and burying her face in your stomach. 

“Nice try,” Evie said in her practiced mom voice. She walked over, bent down, and plucked her right up. Mei squirmed and pouted in her mother’s arms. The child certainly didn’t want to leave, even sending you a pleading look to save her. But there was nothing you could do. Mother trumped witch every time. 

“You’re going to be her new best friend,” Chanyeol laughed once they were in the kitchen. 

“Until she finds something else more exciting,” you said with a chuckle. Your eyes moved across the room, secretly hoping that Sehun had returned from town. He’d gone with Kris to the auto shop, needing to pick up a few parts for his car. Knowing you’d be bored to death and being very against the idea of sitting in a confined space with Kris for almost an hour both ways, you’d decided to stay behind. You didn’t need to be by Sehun’s side twenty-four-seven, but he certainly did make you feel more comfortable. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like he was back quite yet. 

Your eyes, however, did land on Harper, who stood near the entrance to the front parlor, arms folded over her chest and her eyes planted on the floor near her feet. A sad smile pulled on her lips as she was lost in thought, making you wonder what was going on her head. Before you could come to any conclusion of your own, her smile disappeared, her expression twisting to one of pain before she turned and ran out of the room. Concerned for your friend, you jumped to your feet and followed her. 

Harper had ran outside and made it to just beyond the edge of the trees before you saw her bend over. The sounds that reached your ears told you that she was throwing up. You approached cautiously. “Harper?”

She froze. She didn’t shift to look at you. Her gaze stayed down on the dirt, hands resting on her knees to keep her stable. 

“You know, most people run to the bathroom when they’re going to be sick,” you joked. That actually got a laugh out of her. 

Straightening up, Harper wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. “There’s less ears out here.”

“Less ears?” you echoed. Luhan was gone on a run with the older wolves and you didn’t think anyone else – except for a few of the mates – would be all over her if she simply got sick. While Harper was always the more “suffer in silence” type that you could identify with, this seemed a little out there even for her. “What’s going on?”

A burdened sigh blew through her lips. She pushed a lock of her short hair behind her ear. Almost subconsciously, a hand drifted down to her stomach. 

Oh. Oh. 

 You chewed on your bottom lip. “How long?”

Harper shrugged. “A few weeks at most. I took the test at Hae In’s a few days ago when I started to suspect, although she doesn’t know. She was at work when I did it.”

“Does Luhan know?” Harper shook her head. Well, this was quite the predicament you found yourself in. If you were to list out all the couples in the house and put them in order of who was most likely to get pregnant next, these two would have been near the bottom of the list. “Are you going to tell him?”

Again, she shook her head. “Not until after the blood moon and all this other chaos has settled down. I don’t need him worrying about me when his head needs to be focused on the pack. Once that threat is handled, I’ll tell him.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do you think you’ll be able to hide this from him for long?”

“I have my ways,” she said. “Besides, he’s not as observant as he likes to think he is.”

“None of them are,” you agreed with a laugh. 

Harper laughed along with you until it slowly faded out. “Look, (y/n)-”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you promised. “Even from Sehun. When it’s not mine to tell, it never leaves my lips.” As someone who lived with a constant secret as well, you knew the importance of trust. And you knew you couldn’t tell Sehun. Whether you swore him to secrecy or not, eventually he’d let it slip to Luhan. That was neither his place, nor yours. 

“Thank you,” Harper sniffed. For the first time since you’d met her, you saw a vulnerability in her eyes. A glassy sheen took over them and she sniffed again. “Is it bad if I admit I’m a little scared?”

You stepped closer to her, taking her hand in yours. “Why would that be bad?”

“I’m not like Evie,” she admitted in a quivering voice. “I’m not- I just don’t know if… if I’m capable of something like that. I’m not… I’m not soft. I was raised to hunt.”

“And to protect, if I remember correctly,” you pointed out. Giving out a sigh of your own, you tried another approach. “There’s all different kinds of mothers,” you said. “Not all are good, but most are. And even the good ones differ. You don’t have to be just like Evie. You can be your own kind of mother. I’m sure no matter what, that that kid is going to be one hell of a strong person.”

Finally, a tiny smile. “You think so?”

You nodded. “I’m certain of it. Besides, who wouldn’t want to have a mom who can teach them to fight? And use a bow? That sounds like some great bonding time to me.”

That really made her beam. Pulling you into a tight hug, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“I know you’re not going to magically feel better, but I’m here whenever you need a cheerleader, okay?” You leaned back, adding, “But you really should tell Luhan.”

“I will,” Harper scoffed as she let you go. “I’m going to regret you knowing, aren’t I?”

“Of course not,” you argued. You shrugged, taunting, “Someone’s going to need to be on your side when the rest find out.” Harper’s expression scrunched. She knew you were telling the truth. “Especially once Hae In finds out that you kept it from her.”

“Okay, okay.” She flung an arm around your shoulders. “Lets keep it down. And we should probably head back inside before someone actually notices.”

You nodded in agreement and then turned to head back inside. Then you flinched. Sehun was standing on the porch, arms folded and a curious frown pinching his brow together. 

“About time you came back,” you teased in an effort to distract him. A smirk was his only response. Harper patted you on the back, giving you the go ahead. But you didn’t take off and run to your wolf. Instead, you kept pace with Harper, staying by her side as you walked towards the porch. The confidence in Sehun’s expression wayned. 

“Hey.” Sehun caught your arm before you could head inside. “Is everything okay?”

Your eyes flickered to Harper, who gave you a smile before stepping through the front door. Plastering on your own smile, you replied, “Yeah, of course. Just some girl time. No big deal.”

Sehun visibly grinded down on his teeth. “You would tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Yeah, if something was wrong with me, I’d tell you.” It wasn’t a lie - mostly. If something concerning you was going on, you’d tell him. He was always easy to talk to, more so than anyone you’d ever met before. But nothing was wrong with you, outside of your normal worries. Outside of the one thing you couldn’t voice even to the wind or the trees. Outside of the thing that scared you most. 

Feeling that lump rising up in your throat that always did when you thought about it, you pushed yourself into Sehun’s embrace. His heart was right against your ear, beating fast from your closeness. He let go of your arm and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I missed you,” he said softly. 

You scoffed. “You were only gone a few hours. How could you miss me?”

“I guess I’m just a sap.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back to retort. But you played right into his hands. 

Before you could let out a single word, he pressed his lips to yours, lifting you up and placing you on the porch railing. 

“You are ridiculous,” you murmured against his lips. 

“I know,” he murmured back. “But you love me for it.”

You stilled. That word….

With his thumb, he caressed your cheek. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Of course,” you urged, trying to stay peppy for him. But that stupid word kept bouncing around your head. Sliding down from the railing, you took his hand. “Come on. I’m hungry.”

“But (y/n)-”

“I can hear your stomach growling. Let’s go wolf boy.”

He wanted to argue, but he snapped his mouth shut. Thankfully, he’d save that argument for another day.

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #sehun x reader #oh sehun #exo werewolf!au #exo werewolf au #exo series #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo supernatural au #untamed wolf universe #Midnight Hours

[the-aussie-fangirl]

Hidden - Stiles Stilinski x OC

Chapter 2/10

Summary: Audrey is a normal girl, living a seemingly normal life until she and her grandmother decide to move to the town of Beacon Hills, a town known for it’s mysterious and unexplainable murders. When Audrey arrives she finds herself swept up in a world of love, friendship and danger and discovers things about herself and her family that she never thought to be possible. It turns out not everything is as it seems.

Warnings: none.

(a/n: Here is the second chapter of Hidden for you all. Since I’ve finished writing this story, I think I’ll try to post a chapter each day. Let me know what you think!)

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1

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Her feet hit the ground harshly, dark hair whipping out behind her as she ran through the forest. Scott could smell her running by but didn’t recognise the scent. She was fast, too fast to be a human and he recognised the glowing yellow eyes as he caught a glimpse of her running through the trees. This could only mean one thing, there was a new werewolf in Beacon Hills. His wolf instincts kicked in quickly as he followed the sound of the footsteps, trying to catch up to the mysterious girl in front of him. He saw her up ahead and as he approached her, he growled, his eyes flashing red. She looked back for a split second but it was too dark for him to make out her features. She picked up her pace, running as fast as she could into the mess of trees ahead. Scott followed trying to find her, however she had begun masking her scent. He approached a clearing, feet skidding to a halt and eyes searching frantically for any sign of life in the dimly-lit wilderness around him. However, it was too late. She was gone. 

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Audrey glanced at herself in the mirror, checking on her appearance one last time. She’d been living in Beacon Hills for just over a week now and her new found friends had been nothing but welcoming. Scott and Stiles had been kind enough to show her around and were always doing their best to make sure she felt at home, Kira and Lydia had taken her under their wing and were helping her decipher the good kids from the bad at Beacon Hills high and Liam and Malia…well, she was working on it. 

“Audrey, Sweetheart?” she heard her grandmother call.

“Yeah Gran?” she responded as she made her way down the stairs. 

Her Grandma stood at the door, bag in hand. “I’ve got to head in to work now but do you mind grabbing the last two boxes from the garage before school? I’ll forget about them if they stay in there any longer”. 

“Of course Gran”, she smiled, hugging her before she headed out the door.

“Have a good day dear!”

Audrey sauntered towards the garage, pushing the door open and scanning the dark room for the last of the moving boxes. Her eyes fell upon them sitting in the corner and she made her way over to where they were placed. She hesitated for a moment when she saw the words written on the front. The one on top was labelled ‘cleaning supplies’ and she set it down on the floor beside her to take a better look at the second one. Marked in messy ink on the front of the cardboard box were the words ‘Elizabeth Wincrest’.

 She sighed, running her hand over the box marked with her mother's name and wondered for a moment whether it was even worth taking out of the garage. However, her curiosity got the better of her and she gently placed it on top of the other box, bringing them both to set down on the living room table. 

For a moment she sat in silence on the couch, staring at the box that contained what was left of her mother's things. Part of her didn’t want to open it, thinking it was probably better not to resurface memories that had been buried over the last 11 years. But the other part of her wondered what must be inside it. What of her mother’s was so important that her Nan had decided to keep it even after her mother had been admitted to the institution?

With shaking hands, she pulled off the masking tape that sealed the box shut and slowly removed the lid. A wave of nostalgia hit her as she saw the old photographs laying on top of the pile. They were of her and her mother when she was a child. They were taken back in the time when it was the three of them, all living together. She remembered how her Gran always loved taking pictures of a young Audrey and her mother playing together. Setting aside the pictures, she continued her search through the box of treasures. Most of it was filled with Elizabeth’s old clothes or books she liked to read, none of which had much interest to Audrey. However, at the bottom of the box, Audrey found an old jewellery chest, something she didn’t recognise from her childhood. She quickly pulled it open, slowly sorting through all of the old jewellery. Most of it was quite outdated and not her style, however, there was one piece that caught her eye. It was a ring like none she’d ever seen before. It was silver with a large ruby coloured stone sat neatly in the middle. Holding in in place where what looked to be silver claws and the object sparkled as it caught the mid-morning sunlight. She took the ring in her fingers, inspecting it for a moment. There was something about it, and she wouldn’t quite figure out what, that drew her to the shiny piece of metal. She ran a hand over the top of it, trying to decipher if she’d ever seen it before. Then she was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by the buzz of her phone. 

Pulling it out of her pocket she noticed a message from Lydia alerting her that she was waiting outside to pick her up. She quickly sat the ring back in the box before grabbing her bag and rushing out the door.

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“Hey everyone, it’s your lucky day because today I’m giving you all a project to do at home over the next few weeks,” the chemistry teacher said as she made her way into the classroom.

Audrey groaned plonking her head down onto the table in front of her.

“You will be partnered with the person next to you and it will be on the topic we have most recently covered in class…”

Stiles nudged Audrey with his elbow as the teacher continued to explain the assignment. She lifted her head up sending him a frustrated look. 

“Hey, it can’t be that bad! I mean, you’re paired with me,” he whispered, sending her a joking smirk. 

She huffed leaning towards him so the teacher wouldn’t wouldn’t hear her talking. “Well, that really depends on how good you are at chemistry.”

“Oh, I think I'm pretty good.”

The boy winked at her before leaning back in his seat, arms crossed to emphasise his pun. However, forgetting the seat had no backrest, Stiles tipped over backwards and came crashing down onto the floor. 

Audrey gasped and the class suddenly went silent, eyes falling on the embarrassed boy. 

“I’m okay,” he called quickly before standing up and clambering back onto the chair. 

The teacher let out a frustrated huff but went right back to explaining the conditions of the assignment. 

Audrey couldn’t help but let out snicker at the clumsy boy beside her. 

“Oh shut up,” he muttered. 

---

After class, Stiles made his way out of the classroom and towards Scott, having set a time to study with Audrey at his place after school. As Audrey stopped to chat to Kira, Stiles made a beeline towards Scott who was waiting anxiously by his locker.

“So what was it that you needed to talk about?” Stiles asked abruptly as he approached his friend.

Scott’s eyes quickly flickered around the hallway, making sure no one was close enough to overhear, before he turned back to Stiles. 

“Last night I was on a run in the woods and I picked up the scent of another werewolf.”

Stiles furrowed his brows. “Another werewolf? Like one we’ve dealt with before or….”

“No this one was different,” Scott continued. “I didn’t recognise her scent. All I know is that she was on her own.”

“Scott,” Stiles said worriedly. “Do you think she’s a threat?”

Scott noticed that Stiles’ eyes subconsciously flickered towards where Audrey was talking to Kira as he asked, making Scott furrow his brows at his friend’s odd reaction.

“I don't know,” he muttered. “But we’ll have to be on high alert until we know for sure. We should probably call a pack meeting tonight to discuss it.”

Stiles nodded. “Okay but it will have to be after seven because I planned to study with Audrey tonight.”

Scott raised an eyebrow at Stiles, crossing his arms expectantly. 

“What?” Stiles responded. “It’s a very important project”. 

Scott rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say Stiles.”

---

The day went by slowly for Scott and all he could think about was finding out who that werewolf was that he’d encountered in the woods. The pack had planned on meeting at the clinic that night to figure out a plan. 

His foot was tapping anxiously on the floor as he watched the time tick by until the end of the day. Once the bell rang, he was the first to get up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and rushing out towards his motorbike.

He arrived at Deaton’s slightly earlier than usual and he noticed something was off as soon as he arrived. It was silent and an eerie feeling hung in the air as he stepped off the bike. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he whipped out his claws as he slowly approached the clinic.

Upon walking through the doors he picked up a familiar scent. A scent that he recognised from the previous night. He slowly approached the back room, taking cautious steps around the counter. Turning the corner, he bared his fangs and prepared to pounce on the unknown werewolf, however, he felt too hands pull hold him back before he was able to do so. 

“Scott! Scott, it’s okay. She’s isn’t a threat,” he heard Deaton’s voice behind him and slowly shifted back into his human form. 

There in front of him stood a teenage girl, probably only a year younger than he was. She had thick dark hair that fell on her shoulders and her eyes were an ocean blue. She stood tall, at the back of the room claws out beside her. She was on high alert.

Deaton stepped forward resting a hand on her shoulder. “Scott, this is Bianca Ramsey, you may have heard of her.”

Scott shook his head, approaching the girl with caution.

“I’m sorry, no.”

Bianca sighed, stepping towards him and retracting her claws as if to show him they were on the same side. 

“I’m an Omega. I used to be part of a powerful pack called the Ancestry pack and I came here to warn you. Beacon Hills is in danger.”

---

“The Ancestry pack?” Stiles questioned as he and the rest of Scott’s pack stood around the table at the vet clinic. 

“Yes,” Bianca sighed. “They are a powerful pack that have been around for centuries. The Beta’s aren’t created, they are born into the pack. It’s like a birth right. Your parents are in the pack you are in the pack. Whether you want to be or not.”

Liam raised his eyebrows. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” 

“Actually, they are some of the most merciless werewolves out there. They will do anything to gain power. The reason I left is because I didn’t want to be a part of a pack as cruel as theirs,” Bianca stated matter-of-factly and Liam shrunk away slightly. 

“Do you know why they are headed to Beacon Hills?” Scott questioned, leaning against the metal table in front of him. 

Bianca sighed, “I’ve been following them for a while, trying to figure out what their next move is. All I know is that they are looking for something. I don’t know what but it’s here in Beacon Hills and whatever it is, we can’t let them get it.”

The group nodded, exchanging glances and trying to decide what to do next. 

“Well, the fact that we know they are coming gives us an advantage,” Lydia spoke up and the others nodded in agreement. 

“Why don’t we just hunt them down?” Malia asked. “Bianca knows their scent. We can find them and kill them before they even get to town.”

“We can’t just kill them, Malia,” Stiles countered, rolling his eyes at the girl. 

“Why not?”

“Because Bianca just told us they are extremely powerful! They’d probably kill us first.”

“I think I can take them” 

“Well, even if you could. We can’t just kill every supernatural being that comes into Beacon Hills!”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Scott interrupted, sighing towards his two friends. “Stiles is right Malia, we can’t just kill them”.

“Thank you-” Stiles began but Scott cut him off. 

“But Malia also has a point.” 

Stiles huffed and crossed his arms across his chest but kept his mouth shut. 

“If we are able to track the Ancestry Pack and know when they are coming, then maybe it’ll help us be prepared for them,” Kira added.

Scott nodded. 

“If there is anything I know about this pack, it’s that they like to have the element of surprise,” Bianca muttered. “Chances are that they will come through the forest, similar to how I did.”

“Well, why don’t we do a patrol? We can go in pairs each night and keep watch in Beacon Hills Reserve,” Liam suggested.

Scott looked slightly surprised at the younger, usually impulsive boy coming up with a plan but nodded in agreement nonetheless. 

“Great idea Liam.”

#teen wolf #teen wolf x oc #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf au #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x oc #stiles stilinski fanfiction #Scott McCall #kira yukimura #malia tate #liam dunbar #liam dunbar x oc #dr deaton #lydia martin

[queenlists]

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

A/N: This involves James March from American Horror Story: Hotel. WARNING: this involves murder, implied sex, and abuse. Thank you all for your support and I hope you enjoy this! ✌

Post date: 11/26/2019

"You look like you could use a drink." I turn my head towards the unfamiliar voice. There he stood, holding a drink out for me while clenching another against his chest. His skin was ghostly pale. His outfit was definitely something I've only ever seen in old movies. He was staring at me intently, never breaking eye contact. His arm never tired as he held it out stiffly. I swore I seen him before, but I couldn't put a finger on it. I shook my head "No, thanks. I don't drink." I bit the inside of my cheek as he poured the brown liquid into his own cup before placing the empty glass back down. He stalked over to me slowly, swishing the liquid in the cup slowly before taking a drink "May I ask your name, darling?" He spoke with a smooth confidence to him. The way he walked was intriguing. Matter of fact, everything about this man was intriguing. "(Y/n). Yours?" I cocked an eyebrow at him as he stood in front of me, peering down at me. His mouth curled into an indescribable smile "James March. I own this hotel." He turned on his heel, taking slow calculated steps. James March sounded oddly familiar as well, but again I couldn't really tell if and when I heard that name. "Wow. This hotel is beautiful." I complimented. "Yeah, this hotel is a beauty. A devilish beauty." James took a careful sip of his drink, staring at a wall before placing his hand over it with a smile, "A real devilish beauty."

"What brings you here? All by yourself?" James inquired, sitting down across from me, leaning back to relax. "I just needed to stop somewhere for the night. I'm headed to my family's house for a week. It's been too long." I bit my lip as his eyes roamed around my body as if he was studying me. "You only plan on staying for the night, but I think you'll stay longer." "No, I mean your hotel is beautiful, but I have to get back on the road by the morning." I laughed out "I could always come back to stay on my way back" I shrugged earning a smile from James. "Yes. That will do." James stood up slowly before making his way to the door. He took a pause before exiting, looking back at me "See you again, (Y/n)."

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When I checked out that morning, I kept looking back as I walked away from the Hotel Cortez. There was an eerie pull to the place. As if, the hotel loves to pull its guests in to stay. To stay forever.

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"Welcome again, (Y/n). How was your travels?" That familiar voice drew my attention once again. "Hey James! It was great actually. I can't wait to go back." I sighed in relief, dropping my bags. James took a long drink, staring at me. "I came back like I said I would!" I smiled. James nodded, instantly standing up "Yes you did, darling. I knew you would. My hotel has a way of making sure of it." James stalked over to me slowly. Getting closer and closer until he was right there. Right where I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Right where I could feel the hot air puffing out of his nose. Right where I could feel a coldness just radiating off of him. James gently caressed my cheek. His skin was ice cold, but his touch made me warm. I closed my eyes in pleasure. I soon felt the softness of his lips against mine. Deepening the kiss, I could taste the alcohol in my mouth. His kiss was intoxicating and poisoned my clear mind. My arms immediately wrapped around his neck as his hands snaked around my hips, pulling me in closer than before.

James pulled away and gripped my face, holding me in place. He was being too rough. Too strong. I tried to push him away, but he wasn't budging. James held a cold glass to my lips and forced the brown liquid down my throat. He dropped the glass, holding a cold hand against my mouth. Coughing the liquid up didn't do me any justice as his hand was forcing it all to come right back down. Tears welled up in my eyes as I forcibly drank the warm liquid down. James let me go right after wiping his hands clean with a silk rag. "What the hell, James!" I shrieked out, coughing and gasping. James licked his lips satisfyingly before pulling me towards him once again "You shall be mine forever, darling."

His words rang in my ears as I studied his face closely. James Patrick March. The James Patrick March. The James March I learned about briefly in school. The ten commandments killer. JAMES PATRICK MARCH, THE TEN COMMANDMENTS KILLER. I screamed in terror as I pulled away from him, "You're supposed to be dead!" James laughed to himself "Darling, I am dead!" He did a deep belly laugh, throwing his head back in amusement. Soon his laugh stopped, as he looked down to the ground for a little bit then back up at me. James turned his back to me grabbing himself another drink. I held my hand against my forehead, feeling dizzy. I stumbled towards the door, weakly pushing past James. Warm tears fell down my face as I scrambled to exit the room. The doorknob felt too slippery. My hands kept gliding off. I kept at it until I could hear the smooth clacking of his heeled dress shoes come near. Desperately, I began hitting the door with my fists weakly crying out for help. "Please! Help me!" I screamed out. "Darling, you're too late." I felt James' hand on my shoulder as I turned around only to see my deceased body on the floor where I once stood before.

I clenched my stomach as I gasped out. James held me closely as I screamed and sobbed. James hushed me into a relaxed state where I almost immediately seemed to accept what had happened. James turned me around to face him, caressing my face, pulling me into yet another kiss. A kiss I melted into. A kiss that took away my pain. A kiss that was meant to force me into forgiving my killer. A kiss meant to trap me in an eternity of submission.

------

"Darling, get dressed! We haven't all day to be in bed. We have a dinner with very special guests." James roared as he carefully adjusted his tie, looking over at me. I sighed, nodding and picking up my clothes from the floor. You would think after murdering me he would at least go more than one round with me. I rolled my eyes as I got dressed. "I saw that and I will not tolerate it." The brightest idea popped into my head as a sneaky smile crept across my face. "What will you do about it?" I challenged James. I watched his eyes go glossy, his jaw clench, his teeth bare as he let out an animalistic growl before tearing off his clothes yet again. "In bed. Immediately!" I smiled to myself as I obediently crawled back into bed. Being challenged angered James, but he needed to be challenged. He needed a challenge.

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It had to be about a year since my death. I roamed these old hallways everyday. I drank myself into a happy abyss everyday. I passed my time with sex and alcohol. I used to cry about the thought of my family fretting over my sudden disappearance, but not anymore. I can't seem to feel anymore. I lost my human emotions with every thrust that James took inside of me and with every drink I gulped down. I feel nothing. I am nothing.

"You look like you need a drink." I heard that familiar phrase from James before. I stopped in my tracks as I peeked through the cracked door. There sat a young girl accepting the drink from James with a smile. In that instant, my feelings seemed to come back. I pushed the door open, swaying over to James. "Honey, what happened to our date night?" I whined at James. The young girl's cheeks darkened as she looked down at the brown liquid. I couldn't blame her for wanting him. His charm captured me too and had me wanting to stay. That's why I returned. My father offered to take me home, but I denied because I knew he wouldn't stop for the night and I just had to see James again. Wanting to hear him say my name again and again. Needing to hear him call me darling once more. But he was and always will be a wolf in sheep's clothing.

 I turned James around, so his back was to the girl. "You're interrupting." James hissed into my ear. I stared into the young girl's eyes mouthing 'run'. There was a familiar glisten to her eyes before she sat the glass down, picking up her belongings sprinting out of the room. I sighed out of relief as I felt a tear slide down my face once the door slammed shut behind the girl. James yelled out in anger, pushing me away "What have you done?" I kept my head held high as I mentally braced for impact. James grabbed my hair, dragging me out of the room and off into the distance. I saw the girl for a brief second. She looked at me, wiping away a tear before disappearing behind the corner. Running back home. Running to freedom. If I couldn't save myself, I could at least save her.

#james patrick march #james march #james march x reader #james march x y/n #james march x you #james march american horror story #james march ahs #evan peters character #evan peters characters #evan peters ahs #evan peters #american horror story fanfiction #american horror story imagines #american horror story #ahs #ahs imagine #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel

[ne-fe-li-bata]

Aye yo CORPSE!  ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ; 

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental  (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

•  Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

      Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

•  Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

•  Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

      I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T  to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

•  With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

              < mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

             “ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with) 

         <prob even talked to them in MSN or private chat>

•  Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

         (could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

•  Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

•  Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance 

•  Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

•  His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

  Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down> 

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros, 

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with 

•  Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir  kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub. 

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E 

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints 

toys

     •RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on. 

over stim 

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’ 

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look 

primal play  “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you” 

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact 

     • his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out 

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing 

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af 

impact play 

24/7

edging 

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage 

begging 

worships 

•  But also soft kinks; 

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair 

matching outfits

voice messages 

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition 

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him 

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’) 

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence 

* emojis*- just some sort of communication 

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games 

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights 

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

•  Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

•  Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride) 

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

•  No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

•  He's both book & street smart

           Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online 

•  Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

•  Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a  quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h) 

•  Hates silence 

         ( constantly needs background noise)  <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

•  People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia 

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

•  Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

        (most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

•  Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

    Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of  ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

•  Also is/was a major tumblr boy

•  Would be a phenomenal father

•   His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation 

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

•  Still caught up in daydreams

•  A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted  

•  Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

•  Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really  fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

•  Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone" 

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

•  Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

•  His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

•  Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

•  Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

          but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

•  Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

•  Dinosaur obsessed 

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

•  Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

              fav ranger- green 

•  Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

•  Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

•  This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

•  Rose is his fav flower  🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞.  Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

•  Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

        <still believes- deep down in happy ever after ... but thorough an twisted yet not so twisted- simple(??), dedicated process(?)>

•  Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story 

    •  Pixar > Disney

         •  But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

•  Fall is his fav season (?)

•  Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

•   Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about. 

•  Was really into graffiti/ street art 

•  Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

•  also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

•  On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

•  Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another. 

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin” 

         *grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest* 

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

      Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

     When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

<more to be added>

I love you... genuinely . turly.  madly. deeply.

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[peonybane]

Agape and Pragma: Chapter 12

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 4 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack, Smut

Chapter Specific Notes: ANGST, SMUT, some fluff

Warnings: Anal, knotting, female receiving oral, biting, female receiving anal play, I think that’s it.

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: So, I was NOT planning on having two smut chapters back to back… but here we are. Thank you to @ropeseok and @tatertotthethot for their feedback!

<— Previous (Chapter 11)

A week later, you found yourself in the same cafe as before, waiting for Amber to join you. In all honesty, you were on cloud 9. Sure, it was annoying waking up after an evening of ‘fun’ to being extremely sore and being unable to get out of your bed on your own. Not that your boys were complaining. Just meant they could take care of you even more. 

Yoongi had been increasingly affectionate. You couldn’t help but let one thought lead to another where you were daydreaming about he’d be like once he’d come asking you to take his vir—

Amber called your name, clapping in front of your face. You jumped, “Oh hey, Amber.”

She rolled her eyes, sitting down across from you. Once she was seated, she sipped on her boba tea, her other beautifully manicured hand tapping away on the table as she stared into your soul. You felt scrutinized under her gaze. She set down her tea.

“You’ve been getting fucked haven’t you?”

If you had been drinking, you would’ve choked. And right in that moment, you wished you had. “A-Am!!!”

She smirked, leaning towards you. “You have, haven’t you? Is it one of your roommates? Which one is it? Which one are you dating?”

You leaned back, avoiding her gaze. “What make you assume I’m dating any of them?”

There was a pause then she smacked your arm. “GWORL!” She leaned into whisper, “All of them?”

Your face burned at her accusation. She started giggling. The little, old ladies shot the two of you dirty looks.

“Shhhhh. Amber! Quiet! You’re drawing attention to us.”

Amber continued to giggle, practically vibrating with excitement as you both received looks, especially from the older women as they whispered to each other. “Tell me everything!”

“W-Well… it was… an accident.”

“Bullshit, but go on.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that. Typical Amber. 

Rather than working, like you were suppose to, you regaled Amber with how your relationship with your boyfriends had developed. You told her of how Yoongi was opening up to you and that he gone through surgery for you and how you felt about it. Of course, she had to get in a few dick and virgin jokes. Poor Yoongi. You told her about the subtle changes in the others as well. You told her about excited and yet nervous it made you. She smiled at you throughout the whole retelling. “God, you look like a love sick puppy. And I bet if I saw any of them, they’d look at you and each other with heart eyes, especially Tae and Jimin.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, nodding. “I love them. So, so much.”

Amber snorted. “God, you make me sick with all of this mushy love. I’m green with jealousy.”

She took one last sip of her boba tea, which had now run dry and looked at her watch. “Looks like it’s time to go. We’ll have to actually work next time. I, myself, have a hot date with a dance teacher from the studio across the street.”

“Oooooh. Don’t go kissing on the first date, you hear me.”

You both stood up and she giggled, “If I have my way, we’ll be doing so much more than kissing.”

Snorting, you lead her towards the exit if the cafe. “Looks like if lining up for the both of us, Am. I doubt anything can bring me down at this point.”

Amber gave you a stern look before smiling at you. “Don’t go jinxing yourself like that. Anyways,” she pulled you into a tight hug. “Good luck, girlfriend. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

You hugged her back just as tightly. “You, too, Am.”

You both bid each other goodbye and went your opposite directions. Sighing happily, you stretched, enjoying the clear weather. As you headed towards your car, a familiar voice, one you didn’t want to hear ever again, called your name. You paused in your step, questioning whether or not you should acknowledge him.

He took the choice from you, again, as he grabbed your shoulder, turning you to face him. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Not after almost five year. You had hoped that he changed somehow, and yet, here he stood, looking exactly the same as before. 

Taka stood before you, the same tall, medium build man with sun tanned skin and long, dark hair pulled back from his face in a ponytail. His eyes were still sharp— still deceptively friendly. It’s like he hadn’t aged a day. He was still, unfortunately, handsome. Probably so he could continue playing with girls, promising them that he’d be all theirs, all the while holding the hand of the next girl whose heart he was going to break.

He was panting slightly as you stared at him, pulling your arm away from him in disgust. He swallowed. “H-Hi.”

There were people around. Dammit. You weren’t one to make a scene, but you were prepared to. But for now, for your own sake, you’d be civil. “Taka.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

You continued to be curt. “Like what? Being civil? Especially after what you did.”

“Cold. Damn, Butterfly—“

“Don’t call me that. You’ve lost the right to call me that.”

He had the gall to look bashful. “I know. When I saw you, I knew this had to be fate. Give me another chance,” He pulled you into a hug, one that you immediately started fighting against. “I’ve changed.”

Fuck. Him.

You shoved him off you and turned away walking to your car. He called your name and as you opened your car door, you shot him a dirty look and the middle finger, calling back, “Fuck you, Taka and your peewee dick!”

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You drove much faster than you should’ve, your entire body shaking. You couldn’t help it. You wanted to take a shower, to wash away the touch Taka left on you. You felt dirty. You felt disgusting.

Barely parking your car properly in the driveway, you rushed inside the house. The trip from the front door, up the stairs and to your room was a blur, no longer fighting back the tears that had been threatening to fall for sometime. The moment you entered your room began to strip, throwing off your clothes in a rushed flurry. Once naked you stepped into your shower, turning it on. It was ice cold, but you didn’t care. Your face was hot from tears as you grabbed your soap, rubbing your body in it.

Time became a haze as you grabbed a loofa scrubbing at your skin for who knows how long, crying. Why? Why did he have to come back into your life now? Just as you were finding your new happiness? Why? Wh—?

The glass door of your shower was thrown open. You jumped, facing Taehyung as he stared at you wide-eyed, his ears pulled back in worry. He gazed you up and down, your skin red, becoming raw from how hard you’d been washing at your skin. His voice was quiet but stern. “Stop….”

You dropped the loofa as he stepped into the shower, fully dressed, the hot water soaking him. He grabbed your forearms and pressed you against the wall, his own eyes beginning to water. “Please… stop. Don’t hurt yourself anymore. He can’t hurt you anymore… don’t give him power over you.”

Taehyung let go of one of your arms, turning off the shower. He stared into your eyes, your tears slowly drying as he let you out. He grabbed your towel and bundled you up in it. You stared up at him, his floppy ears dripping water as he wiped your tears away. He gave you a gentle smile before picking you up bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you the short distance to your bed. He set you down on the bed, rubbing you over with the towel. He finished rubbing you dry, all except your hair.

As he stepped away, you reached out, grabbing at his sleeve. “D-Don’t leave.”

He smiled, leaning down to be face to face. “I won’t. I’m just going back to your bathroom to dry off and get rid of my clothes. Then we’ll cuddle until you feel better.”

You nodding, letting him go. He kissed the crown of your head before leaving you, wandering back into your bathroom. 

Looking down at yourself, you couldn’t help but gasp. You really had scrubbed yourself raw. Was it dramatic? Yes. Could you help it? No.

You dried your hair, tossing the towel on the floor before tucking yourself into your sheets. Just as you got comfy, the door to your bathroom swung open and immediately, your eyes bugged out. 

That’s it. The Kims are just very, very well endowed. 

Taehyung stood in the doorway in all his naked glory, his… monster hanging between his legs so casually, the skin around it surprisingly bare except for a very thin patch of hair. 

Your face flushed and you immediately turned over, away from him. A moment later, Taehyung joined you on the bed, slipping under the covers and spooning you. He hooked one leg over your hip and pressed you to his chest, nuzzling your hair. He whispered in your ear, “It’s ok. He can’t hurt you again. I won’t let him, none of us will.”

You sniffled. “H-How did you know I ran into him?”

Taehyung started mouthing at your neck, rubbing your arms soothingly. “When I heard you crying, I ran up here to investigate. His stench was all over your clothes.”

A growl bubbled up from his throat, as he squeezed you tighter to him. It made you shudder. Despite his sweet and caring words, he was getting… handsy, turning you towards him. “Tae? What are you doing?”

“Spoiling you.” A kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Let me do something a little more special than the others have done.” A kiss to the corner of your mouth. “And if you like it… the next time you’ll be able to have two of us inside you.” He kissed your mouth, swallowing your little gasp.

Before being in this relationship, you would’ve balked at the idea of doing anal. But now… the idea was more inviting than it should’ve been. “Mmmmm. Yes, Tae.”

You kissed him again, even as he giggled excitedly. Taehyung pulled away from you, which surprised you. Your brow knit together as he removed himself from your bed. He grabbed your discarded towel, wrapping it around his waist even as his growing erection began to tent it. He wrapped it so his whip like tail was hanging out, going a million miles per hour. “Be right back. Gotta grab a couple of things.”

Before you could acknowledge him, he was out your door, heading down to what you supposed was his room. A couple of short minutes later and couple of yells that strangely sounded like Hoseok and Yoongi, Taehyung returned, the towel barely still hanging onto him with two mysterious objects in hand. You glanced just in time to see him placing a couple of condoms and a small bottle of lube on your nightstand before he was on top of you, kissing your neck, making you shudder. 

“T-Tae— Tae, where did you get that? I didn’t think you all needed condoms.”

Taehyung giggled against your neck before glancing up at you through his eyelashes, a boxy smiling dazzling you. “Well… ever since the eight of us entered in this relationship, Hobi and Yoongs have been… exercising their carnal desires together… especially since Yoongi can’t, well, top yet.”

“Oh…. Wait! Is that what that yelling was about?”

Taehyung blushed heavily, looking bashful at you. You tried to reprimand him, you really did, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “Tae! Naughty boy.”

“Mmmm… you know it.”

With that stupid smirk on his face he kissed you once more. You hummed kissing back. His tail began wagging, his towel finally falling off, making you giggle. Taehyung gave you a hard look for a moment before tickling you. You laughed, trying to get away from him. You turned on your stomach to try to get away from him. Wrong move.

He leaned over you and pinned your waist down with his own, his semi-erection, that you had momentarily forgotten about, rested between your ass cheeks. You both went still, no longer giggling at the feel of him sliding between your cheeks. His tail no longer wagged as his gaze grew dark.

You looked over your shoulder at him as began kissing his way down your neck, then your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Before he got too far down your back, he reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube. He kissed further and further down your back and over the curve of your ass before nuzzling against one cheek, making you giggle.

Taehyung shot you one last boxy smile before grabbing your hips, lifting them up in the air slightly and spreading your legs. You tensed, feeling his tongue at your clit before he gently drew it into his mouth. You hummed in pleasure at the feeling of his soft lips on you. 

Slowly, you relaxed as he continued to concentrate on your clit, mewling with ever lick and suck. You were getting wetter and wetter; more and more excited. Just as you were close enough to scream for him to just fuck you, that’s when you heard it: the sound of a lid being flipped open and a viscus liquid being squirted. Taehyung pulled away from your pussy, kissing your left ass cheek. “This’ll feel a little cold. But it’ll feel good in a bit. Be good for me and don’t tense up too much.”

You hummed your understanding. “Good girl.”

He started off slow and gentle, rubbing the rim with one lubed up finger. He was right. It was cold and you tensed up immediately, but you willed yourself to relax. Taehyung rewarded you a kiss to your other ass cheek.

For the next few minutes, he just continued to tease the outside of your rim, slowly adding a little more pressure with every pass and he whispered sweet nothings to you; how beautiful you were, how good you were for him— for all of them, how lucky they were to have you.

Tears threatened to fall with each word. But not from anger or frustration or fear, but from the swelling of love that you felt for them. And from the small amount of self acceptance that he and the others had instilled in you. Perhaps in the process of falling in love with them, you had begun loving yourself again. Even if just a little bit.

It was as if he sensed, or perhaps rather, smelt, the change in your mood. Taehyung got up from his position behind, prone on his stomach, and practically crawled on top of you, the hand tracing your puckered entrance still applying gentle pressure as he kissed your tears away. His floppy ears grazed your cheek as he nuzzled you. 

You giggled at the feeling, making him do it again. You stopped giggling at the feeling of him slipping his finger inside of you. Again, it was foreign, but it didn’t hurt. You moaned when he started wiggling it inside you. He giggled, the kissed your cheek. “You like that?”

You nodded. “Mmhmm.”

“Then you’ll like this.”

He withdrew his finger for a moment before he slipped inside you again, this time with a second finger. There was a slight burning sensation at the stretch. You gasped when he started scissoring his fingers. He kissed just under your ear. “You ok?”

You swallowed. “Y-Yeah. It feels weird. But somehow… good.”

He buried his face in your neck and you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him as he blushed. “Want you so bad.”

“Then take me. Make me feel loved.”

Taehyung growled. You felt it reverberate against your back, his chest to it, making you shudder and your pussy clench. He pulled away to grab a condom from the nightstand, leaving you cold for a moment. You whined like a petulant child wanting his warmth to engulf you once more.

He chuckled. “Don’t be a naughty girl, now.”

You blushed at his words, burying your face in your pillow. You heard the tearing of the condom wrapper then a few moments later, you felt the blunt head of his cock press against you back entrance. He leaned over again, kissing your temple. “Tell me if it’s too much. I want to spoil you and make you feel good.”

You nodded. He smiled against your skin… then he playfully smacked your ass, making you squeak. “Tae!”

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”

He kissed your cheek. “You ready?”

You swallowed. No, you weren’t. But you wanted this. “Yes.”

Slowly and gently, he pushed in. It took all your concentration not to try to keep him out. But his little whispers of adorations and encouragements as he pushed in agonizingly slow helped you relax. After what felt like an eternity, the head of his cock slipped it. It burned. God, did it burn. Why was he so big? Why the hell were so many of them so big? Like what were the chances?

Once the head of his cock had popped in, Taehyung took a pause, groaning, and kissed the space between your shoulder blades. You panted slightly, “…Hurts….”

“It’s ok. We’re taking it slow. I won’t push further until you’re ready.”

You nodded and true to his word, Taehyung stayed still behind you, even though the desire to just pound you was radiating off of him. As the pain slowly started to ease up, you reached up, looking over your shoulder at him to gently stroke his hair, which led to you rubbing the base of his ears. He was so honest. His tail began to wag, even though you couldn’t hear it, the force of made the two of you sway slightly… and made you moan.

Taehyung stilled at the noise. He whispered in your ear, “More?”

“Yes.”

Inch by agonizing inch, Taehyung slowly pressed even further inside you. The stretched still burned but it was far more tolerable now that the widest part had past through. You concentrated on your breathing and relaxing, wanting this to be pleasurable for the both of you. As he pushed inside you, he kissed and sucked at the skin on your back, making you mewl. 

Once he was seated inside you, his hips pressed against your ass, he let out a deep rumble from within his chest that made your pussy quiver around nothing. As if feeling the spasms (which he probably did but your head was too hazy to care) on the other side of that thin wall, Taehyung hissed before biting down on your shoulder. You cried out.

It hurt a little; he didn’t pierce skin. More than anything, the pain was pleasurable and you felt your pussy begin to drip. It was such an odd feeling: being completely stuffed and yet so empty at the same time. Especially since your pussy to tried to milk Taehyung because of how good it was starting to feel having him inside you. And yet, it left you feeling incredibly needy as if all this hard work your pussy was doing was useless.

Taehyung whispered in your ear, “Stop that. Otherwise, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Your sweet puppy was on the verge of being feral… you wanted to see that. “Don’t hold back.”

Taehyung growled again and withdrew his hips slowly. You tensed. You couldn’t help but moan at the delicious drag, it felt… amazing. Just before he withdrew the head out, he stopped, pushing right back in. It was at this point you let out a long and loud moan. Taehyung froze. Then cursed. He growled out, “I told you to stop it.”

He firmly grabbed your hips, keeping you still as he gave you slow but hard thrust. You cried out. It was… good. It was so fucking good. He did it again, faster. You gasped, shuddering. Taehyung chuckled. “God… if I could you pregnant… I want to breed you like my little bitch.”

Lord, where did he learn to talk like that? You pussy gave a hard clench around nothing and you could feel your pussy drip all over your bed. He nipped at your ear as he began to thrust consistently.

You moaned and whined as he started fucking you faster and harder, mutter all the wonderful dirty things he and the others were going to do to you when you were ready to take them all. You bit your pillow trying to muffle your cries of pleasure as Taehyung pounded you.

But he was having none of that. He stopped pounding you for a moment, leaving you panting. Just as you were about question why he stopped, he pulled you up by your arms, bringing your back to his chest. He wrapped one arm around your chest, groping your breast and the other made its way to your pussy, cupping it. He cursed. “Fuck, you’re wet. If I were to call one of the others I’m sure they just slip right into this desperate little pussy. And, uuurgh— don’t hold back your voice. Let them hear how much you like getting your little virgin ass fucked.”

You whimpered at his words, scratching his arms to ground yourself as he started to pound your ass and grind the heel of his palm against your clit. You cried as you started feeling overwhelmed as he groaned against your ear. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train out of nowhere. You shook and cried. It was all too much.

“Fuck. You’re sopping. I— ugh— I have to pull out. I don’t want to hurt you with my knot.”

You barely caught your breath before whimpering out, “I-In my pussy. Knot my pussy! M-Make me yours, Tae!”

Taehyung’s hips stuttered. “Careful what you wish for.”

He carefully pulled out with a surprising amount of care given the circumstances. The moment the head of his cock slipped from your ass, you shuddered, a weak whine escaping your lips. The hand that had been playing with your pussy left you, reaching back to remove the condom, practically tearing it off. A moment later, you felt the pulsing heat of his cock head at your slick pussy entrance. 

Suddenly, he was in you, pounding away at your g-spot. You practically screamed as he wrapped his arms around you as he growled against your shoulder. Tears started spilling from your eyes from the intensity of it all. 

He muttered your name repeatedly until… he bit your shoulder, hard. As soon as his teeth sunk into your shoulder, you felt the semi familiar feeling of a knot growing within you. You whimpered at the full feeling followed by the feeling of him cumming.

You mewled at the feeling of him twitching within. “Tae… so good… s-so full.”

He growled through his own orgasm, his teeth still imprinting your skin. After a minute or two of being like that, Taehyung slowly released his hold on your shoulder. His hold loosened on you, turning into gentle pets of your skin, soothing the bruises already forming on your skin. As you both panted, he slowly lowered you both down to the bed, laying you both on your sides. 

The coolness of your sheets felt good against your gross and sweaty, heated skin. You both panted. Taehyung nuzzled your neck before moving to your shoulder, licking at the bruise that had already begun to form, trying to soothe it but also apologize. “I’m sorry. I got… rougher than I meant to.”

“No… don’t apologize. It was exactly what I needed right now.”

Still connected, you turned towards him as much as you could, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I love you. All of you.”

“We love you, too. I love you.”

As always, reviews, comments, asks, and tags are always loved! ~Peony

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

You can still be happy; 13th Doctor x child reader

Author’s note

Hey guys I want to present to you all yet another Doctor who request. This time this comes from an anon who requested this a while ago I think around the summer time so to the anon who requested this, thank you for your patience and I hope I ended up delivering to you. Now be warned there is CHARACTER DEATH so this will mostly be ANGST, but there is some fluff within so it’s half and half. But I hope you all enjoy this little fic until the next update :)

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It should never have happened.  It shouldn’t have gone down like that, but yet it did.  After the attack on the Daleks, the Doctor shut herself out from the team, her fam.  She returned them back to their home in 2020 before leaving them behind to travel through the space time continuum.

“Oh (y/n). Why did you do it? There was another way, why did you have to sacrifice yourself like that so recklessly?” she sat down on top of the stairs and pulled out the special photo-locket and unlocked it to reveal the picture that they took together shortly after her regeneration.

It always became a tradition of theirs to keep a picture each time either of them regenerated as sorta keepsake.  But now the Doctor would forever be haunted at looking her last ever regeneration, in the body of a 19 year old.

“Why? Why did you have to do that? You insane girl. My insane girl.” She switched on a few gears before allowing the TARDIS to basically fly in auto-pilot mode.  The Doctor continued to stare down at the picture heartbroken and filled with regret, when suddenly a jolt of the TARDIS knocked her right off the step. “What in the world?”

She quickly raced over and saw that the TARDIS was starting to spark out.

“Ow! Alright ol girl what was that for?” she said as she tried to take back manual control but the TARDIS was actually refusing to give up auto-control.  Smoke and fire began to rise and shoot out till suddenly the TARDIS came to a halt and stopped moving. “Now what?” the TARDIS sparked out twice, “Don’t take that tone with my missy!”

She then walked away from the console towards the doors as she muttered.

“Now just where did you take me?” she opened the doors and she stepped out to see that she was just a few yards away from the backyard of a house.  Now it wasn’t a giant palace or a mansion, it was more like a—homey cottage-type like house.  Two story brick home with a fairly large patio and a backyard that appeared to be decorated for something.

She could see a young ginger haired woman setting down a cake and a young sandy blonde haired man putting up some decorations around a few trees or around the backyard.

“Decorations all set you two?” a curly haired blonde woman said as she came out with two neatly wrapped gifts.

“Almost done, Rory you got the pinata ready?” the ginger haired woman said in a heavy Scottish accent.

“Yes, but remind me again why we got one again?”

“Because this is her first birthday here on Earth and we should give her an earthly tradition.”

“Plus she’s always wanted to know just why children of your Earth hit a decorative donkey.”

“What are you doing?” she heard a small voice say beside her.  The Doctor jumped softly and looked down to see a young girl with short auburn hair and brownish/green eyes.  She looked to be about 4-6 years old but her eyes showed much wisdom behind that innocent child face.

“Oh I was just, I mean my—” she hesitated to say the word TARDIS because she didn’t know if this child could handle something like that. “My ride. Sorta broke down on me and I was trying to see if I could find some help.”

“I see. Well if you’d like I can show you to my papa. He’s great at fixing things, fixed one of my toys one time.”

“I’ll bet he is, but I think this might be out of your father’s league.”

“You never know. He’s a really good inventor when he wants to be. One time we got stuck somewhere without our ride and he was able to get it back by using some old oil lamps and a spinning wheel.” The Doctor looked down at the child curiously. Surely she didn’t mean that, I mean sometimes children did tend to exaggerate on certain things so she must’ve meant it to be something different.

She turned back towards the party and touched her locket solemnly and that’s when the child said again.

“You’re sad.”

“Sad?” She looked down at the child again to see her looking up at her with a ‘don’t try to lie to me’ face. The Doctor sighed and said as she gripped her locket. “I suppose I am, yeah.”

“Why are you sad?”

“It’s…..it’s complicated.” There was a brief bit of silence before the little girl spoke up again.

“Papa always said that it’s always best to let our feelings out. That it’s not good to keep things bottled up.” She then sat down by a nearby tree and continued, “Plus you look sad, just like my papa does sometimes. I don’t like it when people are sad. So I always try to make him happy. And I hear that talking can help make people feel happy, right?” The Doctor smiled softly.

“Yeah it does.” She then sat down beside the child and sighed heavily. “Truthfully I—recently I lost someone…..very special to me.”

“I’m sorry. I know exactly how that feels.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I’ve lost a lot of people. So I know how you’re feeling.”

“Who all have you lost?”

“Some good friends, one of which was my best friend. Called herself Bad Wolf.” For some reason that name was familiar to the Doctor but she couldn’t quite put her finger on where she had heard that name before.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It does hurt, and it truly never goes away. But one piece of advice my papa once gave me is to never dwell on the past. It’ll fester and boil your insides if you cling onto it. You can choose to forget it but it won’t take the pain away. So it’s best to always live the next day to the fullest, cause you can still be happy because a lot of people still love and care about you.” The Doctor then began to see her fam in her head; Graham, Ryan and Yaz. “And I’m sure whomever you lost, they would want you to live on too. Not wallow in self-pity or depression.”

“Has anyone told you that you are incredible wise for such a young child?”

“It’s a gift. At least that’s what auntie River says.”

“River? River? Where have I heard that name?” she muttered.

“She’s the curly blonde woman over there by the cake.” The Doctor turned towards the woman before looking down at the girl and said.

“Who are you?”

“Oi (Y/n)! Where are you love? Your friends have finally arrived!” a male voice cried out.

“That’s my papa. Why don’t you come with me and see him?” at hearing that name, the name of her daughter it suddenly came to her.  However she needed to be sure that this was her (y/n) and not just someone who shared her name.

“You go on ahead, I’ll…..I’ll catch up.” Little (y/n) then ran towards the fence and opened the back gate door and rushed over to where her father was.  The Doctor stood up but remained hidden and it finally came back to her as soon as she saw just who her father was.

It was her. Well her when he was still a man. The raggedy man with the blue box who always wore a bowtie and thought fezzes were cool.  To which she still did.  And this wasn’t an ordinary party, this was her daughter’s 5th birthday party.

All over the galaxy the Doctor’s closest allies, and if they had children then they were invited too, had gathered here to the Pond’s residence to celebrate the young Timelord’s 5th birthday.  As she stared at her 11th form holding their daughter, spinning her around and kissing the top of her head, she watched as (y/n) looked directly at her.

Her wide smile soon softened and it was like she was looking at her older self, the version of her daughter that she had just recently lost.  Tears filled her eyes as she stared at (y/n) with a sad smile before looking downward as a tear fell from her face.

She then took off running back into the direction of where she had left the TARDIS.  She opened the doors and slammed them shut to see the center console that was once sparking with fire and smoke had now ‘magically’ disappeared.  Like nothing had happened to it.

“I understand now why you brought me here.” She said as she walked towards the console and touched the heart of the TARDIS.  “Thank you. For letting me see her one last time.” She then flipped a few switches and soon that famed wheezing sound came on and soon from the outside, the TARDIS slowly began to disappear.

In 2020 at Ryan’s place, him, Graham and Yaz were all gathered around having breakfast together in silence when they heard that familiar wheezing sound that came from only one thing.

They all looked at each other before abandoning their meals and rushing outside to the backyard to see the TARDIS sitting there along with the Doctor standing right beside it. As the three of them walked towards her she said.

“From the moment she was born she—was immediately so precious to me. I knew she was better than just sitting around only to lead a potential chance of becoming one of the high council members of Gallifrey. So when I stole the TARDIS I took her, right when she was in her 8 year old regenerative form. And she’s been with me ever since. Losing her to the Daleks it—it broke me. Felt like I had lost a part of myself with her.”

“It’s okay Doc, we understand. Being a grandad now myself I feel like I would’ve done the same thing had it been Ryan instead of (y/n). Children they—really change your life.” Graham said solemnly.

“She was like a sister to me. But now I have to live with the fact that it was my fault she had to die.” Said Yaz as she looked down.

“It wasn’t your fault Yaz. None of it was. And if (y/n) were here she’d tell you the same thing. My girl’s always been the one to self-sacrifice herself to save the ones she’s loved. She’s already lost so many people in her past, that I forgot that she once lost a dear friend of hers that was like a sister to her.” The Doctor assured her.

“We’ll all miss her. But she’ll always be with us. Like my nan, watching over us.”

“Indeed Ryan. Now, who fancy’s another trip in the box?”

“You’re really gonna let us come back?” asked Ryan.

“Can’t abandon my fam now can I? (Y/n) wouldn’t want me to do that, so what do you all say?” the three humans smiled and agreed as they stepped in the box one by one starting with Ryan, then Graham and then Yaz.  As the Doctor watched them get themselves situated inside the TARDIS, she looked up to the sky one last time and whispered, “Thank you (y/n). For everything.” Before stepping inside and the TARDIS doors closed behind her.

Before taking off on yet another grand adventure.

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𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑝𝑡 𝑚𝑒

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Seungcheol / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Hybrid AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 4.1K

Summary: Two kinds of living beings, a city split into two parts, a war raging for almost 70 years and a hybrid girl who always wanted to see thing get better for everyone.

Content/Warning: Romance/fluff, slight notions of abuses and violence

Author’s note: Finally! A new fic! I hope you’ll like it, kittens! Also thanks to @mara-twins, my dear Kitt’ani for correcting this. Thank you so, so much! I love you more than Mark loves Milo! 💜

The gif is not mine. Credits to its owner.

It was late at night when you heard those sounds, those sounds that you knew better than anything else. Sounds that you are used to hearing a bit too much. It wasn't unusual to hear them in this district, hybrids fought really often and for almost everything. But it was always between hybrids, never with a human, it was one of the rules and everyone followed them. Except for that night. You were strolling in the streets, pushing an old shopping trolley, looking for things that you could sell at the border when you heard those sounds. Walking faster, you went to where they were coming from and turned into a dark alley, seeing some hybrids hitting another man. By his scent, you immediately knew the victim was a human. Growling and flattening your ears, you ran towards them and pushed the hybrids, barking aggressively. By luck, you were pretty popular in the district. Even if one of the hybrids was a Komodo dragon, also known as KD6, they all stepped back and walked away grumbling that you were always here to ruin the fun. Hearing that, you sighed and picked up your ears, turning your face to the young man who was lying on the floor, holding his ribs and whining. You crouched next to him and moved some strands from his face. What the hell is a human was doing in this district? After he fainted, you put him into your shopping trolley and brought him to the warehouse where you were living with other hybrids, growling at them when they came a little too close. When you entered your "room", you put the young man onto your old mattress and quickly grabbed a bottle of water that you poured on an old rag to clean his face. The contact of the cold water against his skin woke him up. When he saw your face, he jumped and stood back, leaning his back against the dirty wall. Always the same reaction. Wringing out the rag, you sighed and raised your hands, making him understand you didn't want to hurt him. "What... What am I doing here?" He asked, looking all around. "Making too much noise." You answered, rubbing the base of your nose and flattening your ears a little. "But the real question is: What are you doing in this district? Humans are not allowed here." You waited for a response but he said nothing, just stared at you, eyes wide. You knew what he was thinking. First, he was probably surprised that you were able to talk; a lot of humans thought hybrids from your district didn't know how to talk. Second, he was trying to understand why he was in this room and why he was still alive. Third, he was wondering if you would eat him because it was well known, hybrids were monsters who ate humans... Last, he wanted to know if you would share him with other hybrids or if you would eat him all alone. Always the same reaction and the same stupid questions. "Pathetic." You sighed again, standing up and looking in one of your boxes for something to eat. "I won't eat you, you fool. I'm just a hybrid, not a monster." "Why did you bring me here?" "If I brought you back in the human district, people would think I was the one who attacked you and I've got enough trouble. So, what are you doing in my district?" "I don't know." He answered, relaxing a little. "I was strolling in my area when... I don't remember. It's all black." He rubbed his forehead and frowned, trying to remember. "How... How did you get rid of the other hybrids?" "I'm pretty famous here and they know I bite hard." You shrugged, handing him a box of cakes. "Sorry, it's all that I have." He slowly grabbed the box and whispered a low thank you, asking you why you helped him. Chuckling, you repeated that you weren't a monster and told him he could sleep on your bed, showing the dirty mattress. You knew it wasn't the kind of bed he was used to sleeping in but you had nothing better to offer. Eating your cakes, you leaned against the wooden board you used as a door and sat on the floor, being careful not to sit on your tail. You smelled few scents and, knowing it was the other hybrids who were waiting behind the door, you let a deep grown escape from your throat. Giggling, you heard them run away and ate another cake when you noticed the way the young man was staring at you. "Wolves defend their territories." You smirked without looking at him. "Wolves..." He repeated, frowning and trying to understand what you meant. "Oh, wolves! You're a wolf." "Half wolf, half black Siberian husky." His jaw dropped but he shook his head, eating a cookie, asked for your name. It caught him off guard when you answered that you gave up your name a few years ago. He then asked why and you simply explained that you didn't need one, adding that everyone did the same thing, even the ones who were coming from kennels. Shaking his hands in front of him, wincing at the pain in his ribs, he repeated the word "kennel" and asked how someone could be placed in a place reserved for animals. Chuckling slightly at the innocent question, you answered that a lot of baby hybrids were placed in kennels if they were judged as too "feisty" or if they didn't fit the expectations. All these hybrids ended in the streets and some of them became criminals, robbing shops and banks or abducting people. Abducting people... Perking up your ears, you stood up quickly and came closer to your guest, sniffing him frantically. He moved a little but you grabbed his shoulders and continued what you were doing. "What... What are you doing?" "Some hybrids abduct humans for money. Humans are really appreciated for illegal fights." You told him before turning to the door. "Gecko 5! Come here right now!" Almost immediately, a young boy with brown scales on his face pushed the wooden board, asking what you wanted. "Call German shepherd 28, Rottweiler 17 and 25, Boa constrictor 61, Eagle 3, Jaguar 36 and 49, Grizzly 7, 11 and 12 and tell them to bring me the Rebels of Komodo here! Now!" The young boy nodded and ran into the warehouse, calling the hybrids you listed. Frowning, your guest repeated some of the numbers and asked why you said numbers. Focusing back on him, you explained that the hybrids who were living in this warehouse had a number. For example, Eagle 3 was the third eagle of the warehouse, and it was the same for the other hybrids like Crocodile 12 or Poodle 65. "And you are..." "I'm mixed 9. The number of mixed hybrids is low because hybrids don't want to mix. Pure hybrids have more chances to be bought or adopted by human families." "But... You're not animals, you're half-humans, don't you?" He asked, tilting his head and frowning again. "It's funny you say that because when I spoke earlier, you were surprised that I was able to talk." You smirked, checking the wounds on his face. "We don't have medicine, here, we don't have the money to buy it. Well, you're gonna stay here for the night and, tomorrow, I'll take you to the border." "What about the... Rebels of Komodo?" You looked straight into his eyes and silently made him understand that it would be better for him not to know what would happen to these hybrids. You helped him to lie down and left your room, asking Malinois dog 18 to stake the place out while you were speaking with other hybrids. "If someone puts a finger on him, I'll eat everyone, okay?" The hybrid nodded and sat in front of the door, telling you he would take care of your guest as if he was the apple of his eye. You kissed his forehead and called some other hybrids, asking them about what they found during the day or if they had any problems with other hybrids. It was your duty as the leader of the warehouse. You were pretty young to be the leader but, when your dad, who was a wolf hybrid and the former boss of this place, died, everyone voted for you to be the new leader. Even if you were only 15 when you took your father's place, you were mature and all the hybrids knew you would do your best for them. But, other hybrids didn't like it and left the warehouse, saying a kid like you couldn't take care of everyone. But you did and you were good at it. After almost two hours, the hybrids who were going after the Rebels of Komodo came back with the "criminal" team. Even if they were called like that, there was actually just one Komodo dragon among them and, of course, he was their leader. "Let me guess, the bastard wants to scold us, right?" KD6 smirked. "We touched one of your oh so lovely humans so you're probably really mad, aren't you?" "Tell me what happened." You answered coldly, trying to stay calm as to not growl or wag your tail. "Who asked you to do that? How much did you get paid? Tell me and I'll let you go." "We did it for fun." "I know you, you're not the kind of people who hurts humans just for fun. I know someone paid you. Tell me who." "Why would I-" "Please." You cut him off, coming closer to him and looking straight into his reptile eyes, flattening your ears again. "I know you left the warehouse because you thought I wasn't good enough to take care of all of you. I know you don't trust me but I do my best to keep all of these hybrids safe and I know you do your best to keep your mates safe too. You're smart and you know that, if you hurt humans, other humans will come to hurt us, or worse. I know someone asked you so, now, tell me who." For the first time since you knew him, KD6 lowered his head and tried his best not to cry. Whispering it was okay, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and patted his head. He then told you a human asked him to abduct this human, giving him his name and appearance. They were paid 650k won. "I'm sorry." He cried into your neck. "Tell him we have nothing against him. But we... we need money, we have nothing to eat." "I would give you the money if you asked." Your guest said, coming from your room, holding his ribs. "Can you give me the name of the man?" "Choi Dokyeom." Hearing that name, the human chuckled and lowered his head, saying he wasn't even surprised. When you asked him if he knew this Choi Dokyeom, his answer caught you off guard. It was even hard to believe. "Oh yes, I know him, he's my step-brother. I know he wanted my place but I didn't imagine he would go this far." He focused back on KD6. "How did he contact you?" "He found me at the border. Some hybrids go there to get some jobs. When I said yes, he gave me that." The hybrid answered, taking a folded paper from his back pocket of his old jeans. "It's a photo of you with your name and some of your habits." "Okay. Well, I have an idea; however, I need you to trust and help me." "Explain and I'll tell you if we accept or not." You told him, crossing your arms on your chest. After the human told you his plan, you shook your head, saying it was too dangerous. You couldn't let the hybrids take such a risk. You added you couldn't agree and were about to say something else but KD6 cut you off. Caressing your arm with his tail, he said he was okay with the plan. You wanted to disapprove but, smirking, he took your hand and squeezed it slightly. "I accepted the contract." He said when his mates came closer. "We accepted and we have to take responsibility for our mistakes. Don't worry, boss, we will be back soon." You sighed and looked at your guest warning him that, if something would happen to your friends, you would find him and make him pay. Then, you told everyone to go to sleep, that a long day was waiting for all of you in a few hours, and went back to your room after saying to the Rebels of Komodo to wake you up before leaving the warehouse. But they were gone when you woke up later and you didn't like it. Two months. Two months passed without any news of the Rebels of Komodo and, the day after they left with that human, the authorities of the city enhanced the security at the border. No human could enter the district and no hybrids could leave it. The Police even started to patrol our streets, asking your friends how many hybrids there were in specific places, if there were a lot of children, following and frightening everyone. Like the dark, old times. Almost 70 years ago, there was a bloody war between humans and hybrids, both sides being guilty. Your father and bearded vulture 1, who was one of the oldest hybrids of the warehouse, explained to you that no side tried to understand the other. That everyone was just afraid for their friends and families. The war went for more than a year before a peace treaty was signed but violence didn't end. Both sides continued to fight until the city was literally split into two districts 40 years ago: The human one and the hybrid one. But, since a lot of hybrids were used to "working" for humans, they agreed to be their pets or used for breeding. Your parents were part of the hybrids who didn't want to be seen as monsters or pets and lived in the slum district. Because yes, the ones who decided to split the city were humans but they didn't tell hybrids they wouldn't have electricity, hospitals, shops, etc. Their district just became a huge dump and they have to live with what they could find at the waste collection center which was a neutral place between both districts. But, even if humans betrayed hybrids, even if some of them used them, your parents raised you with love and respect for both species. They didn't want you to have hate in your heart. And, for years, you didn't have it. Even when your mom was abducted for breeding or when your father was killed by hunters, even then. But this time, more than betraying you, the human took some hybrids with him and you didn't know where they were, what happened to them and what this traitor said to his district. You failed, you trusted him when you shouldn't and you lost some of your friends. It was your first failure, the biggest one. And you thought things were getting worse. Eyes wide open and ears attacked by all the police sirens you could hear in the block, you stood up abruptly when you heard Gecko 5 running in the warehouse. Even if he was far from your room, you could hear his heart and the little boy was afraid. "M9!" He screamed, using your nickname. "They're coming! A lot of cars are coming here!" You told everyone to stay in the warehouse, ordering to some hybrids, who were stronger than the others, that if they heard gunshots, they had to take everyone and escape through the sewers. "Let us come with you!" Crocodile 14 told you, refusing to leave you behind. "I need you to keep the children safe. I need all the strong hybrids to keep them safe." You replied, taking his huge hands in yours. "If something happens to me, I expect you to listen to vulture 1." Everyone nodded and children hugged you, saying they loved you and you were the best leader. You smiled, nodded to the oldest hybrid and ran to the front door, turning on all the light projectors you installed all around the warehouse and that are working off generators. When you went outside, the whole street was lit up and you quickly noticed the snipers placed on the other buildings, their rifle scopes reflecting the light. In front of you, there were five police cars and approximately 20 cops, pointing their guns at you. At the end of the street, there were three or four big black vans. They were here for you, all of you. Looking at all the cops, a smirk curves across your lips. You took off your old leather jacket and threw it on the floor before cracking your neck and fingers. You knew you had no chance against them, you were obviously weaker against their guns but you wouldn't give up without fighting. A loud growl escaped from your throat and you flashed your teeth when a car door opened and you saw him. That bastard was here too. "Y/n, don't do that!" He shouted, coming to you carefully, his hands up. "You betrayed us!" You barked back, about to run and jump on him, but not for a hug. "I trusted you and... Wait! How do you know my name?! Who told you?!" "It's me." Your eyes opened wide and your heart skipped a beat when you heard that voice. You were too focused on the human that you didn't notice the hybrid who was coming closer on your right side. Even if you didn't hear that voice since you were five it was engraved in your mind and you would never forget it. Tears rolling down your cheeks and ears flat, you turned your face slowly and finally saw her, more beautiful than ever before even if she looked tired, A sweet smile on her lips and eyes full of love. "M...M... Mom..." You breathed with a shaking voice. She nodded, tears reaching her eyes and, immediately, you ran to her. You both fell on your knees and cried in each other arms, more than happy to be reunited after all these years. "It's okay, mom's here, now." She whispered, caressing your hair while you were whining in her neck. "KD6 told me all you did for them. I'm so proud of you, Y/n." "I missed you so much, mommy." One by one, the cops put down their guns when your mom lifted a hand at them and you heard someone coming closer to you. You raised your head and looked at the human, noticing the tired expression across his face, his red eyes, and his loud heartbeat. "The Rebels of Komodo are waiting in the vans." He smiled shyly. "They weren't arrested and they helped me to find my step-brother and your mother. I'm sorry, it took time." "He's a really good man." Your mom told you before looking and him and smiling. "Thank you for everything, Seungcheol." "We're not done. Y/n, can you call the other?" He asked you and chuckled when you frowned. "We will take them to the other district. I'll tell you everything later, I promise." You nodded slightly and, holding your mom's hand, you went back to the warehouse, calling all the hybrids. Honestly, you didn't know what was happening but, if your mom trusted Seungcheol, you trusted him too. It took a long time but the waiting was worth it and, after so many years, the wall between both districts was destroyed, joining them together. Even if people were still a bit afraid of each other, a press release was made, stating that humans and hybrids should be considered as equals. There were a lot of companies that helped to restore the old and dirty district. You even had the honor to be proclaimed "The Hybrid Ambassador" for all you did for them, which was incredible and so gratifying. But, even if peace was back, you've continued to live in what was used to be the hybrid district. As the Hybrid Ambassador, you should live in a big house with a fancy garden but you said you wanted to live near to your mom so you rented a simple apartment. You were used to living with minimum stuff, you didn't need a palace. You had everything you needed and, because you wanted to be useful, you even opened an animal shelter. After all these years, you had a peaceful life and enjoyed it. You were feeding the dogs when one of your co-workers, a young woman who always teased that you were the one everyone wanted to adopt in the shelter, came in the backyard and told you someone wanted to see you. Cleaning your hands on your apron, you walked to the reception room when you smelled a specific scent. A smile stretching your lips and waving your tail, you ran to the man and jumped in his arms. "I missed you so much." You told him, pulling over and looking at him. "Wow, you're handsome, today! Important meeting?" "Yeah." Seungcheol sighed, pouting a little. "But now, work's over and I can relax. Finally. Anyway, how are you and your mom?" "Fine, really fine. She even found another man, a nice Doberman. Now, I have a step-brother and a step-sister, it's weird." You chuckled awkwardly. "And I'm fine too. We had 7 adoptions this week, it's awesome!" "Glad to see you happy, Y/n. Did you bring Flash with you?" "Yes, he's playing with the other dogs. Come!" You grabbed his hand and went back to the backyard, calling your border collie. It immediately came to you and, seeing Seungcheol waved his tail frantically. Flash loved the young man and, every time it saw him, it played with him. "Hey, boy! How are you today? Yeah, you're a good boy." Seuncheol giggled, petting the dog while you crouched next to them. "Guess who's gonna adopt you today." "Wait, wait, wait!" You exclaimed, perking your ears up and shaking your hands, lifting your head to your friend. "You can't adopt Flash, it's my dog." "I know but it won't be the only one who will come with me, today." You frowned and saw him stand up before looking straight into your eyes, smirking a little. Blinking, you felt the heat burning your cheeks when he helped you to stand up and came closer, keeping your hand in his. "I'd love you to come with me too." Seungcheol smiled, tilting his head. "I'd really love that." "Would... would you adopt me? I'm not-" "I don't want to adopt you, Y/n." He cut you off, chuckling. "I want you to come with me, to...be with me." "But you're a human and I'm a hybrid. What people will think if we-" "If you ask this it means you already thought about that and you're not totally against the idea, right? And I don't care about what people think. I know what I want, who I want." Opening your eyes wide while a huge smile stretched across your lips and your tail started to wag wildly. You jumped on him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him and nodding against his lips. His arms around your waist, he held you closer to him and gave you back your kiss before pulling away and smiling. "And to think that I was afraid you wouldn't love me back." "I loved you the day you brought my mother back to me. I was just afraid because we're different." You admitted, lowering your head and flattening your ears. Softly, he kissed your forehead and told you, you didn't have to be afraid anymore. You nodded slightly and pecked his lips before realizing that your co-worker was looking at you through the window. She shouted that she was right, that people wanted to adopt you too, then ran away leaving Seungcheol and you alone; laughing.

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Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 10

Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader

Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.

Word Count: 2,676

Valentine’s Day Surprise Update

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers

Warning: Tissues should be on stand by, Angst, Hoseok’s backstory, our lovely Joonie, and an appearance by Mr. World Wide Handsome himself.

Master List

Sneak Peak - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 (Final) - Move in Day: A SC&BBQ Drabble

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“What am I doing?” Hoseok asked himself.

Running a hand across his face, he leaned his cheek on his closed fist, elbow propped up on the black high table he was sitting at with his back to the door.

Shortly after you left, he had been running around to clean up the kitchen. There wasn’t much to do really, but he didn’t want you to come home and see the dirty dishes incase you got back before him.

By the time he reached the café he had five minutes to spare. Dressed in ripped denim blue jeans and a black tee-shirt tucked in at the front, he had his trusty acorn pouch attached at the hip. Usually he would be bundled up, but the café he had asked Namjoon to meet him at was kept warm during the winter, making jackets a pain to carry or wear.

A ding echoed throughout the café and with his ears perking up, Hoseok straightened up and turned to watch Namjoon. Upon inspection, the wolf hybrid’s face relaxed when he saw that the only other people here, including the staff, were hybrids.

That was the other reason Hoseok picked this café, not just because some of the best pastries he ever tasted came from here, but because the owner, Seokjin, was a good friend and a hybrid himself. A Siamese cat hybrid to be specific. While the laws had changed over the last twenty years to make it easier for hybrids to live like everyone else, there were still humans out there who thought hybrids were just fancy pets.

“Hey,” Namjoon greeted Hoseok, taking the empty seat in front of him. “I didn’t know Jin owned a café.”

That was right, sometimes Hoseok forgot the Namjoon was still somewhat new to their group of friends. It had been a year since Namjoon joined them, but it had taken the majority of that time for him to become comfortable with everyone. Hoseok felt like he knew him longer though because they had bonded easier and quicker. He liked to joke and say it was because of the dog genetics that they shared.

“Yeah, it’s kinda where us hybrids meet up for some time without the girls,” Hoseok said, leaning back in his seat.

“I was wondering why he kept saying we needed to get together at Kim Seokjin’s. I just thought he liked talking in third person occasionally.”

Hoseok laughed at Joon’s explanation, having to set his coffee back down so he wouldn’t spill it on himself. “Nope. He’s just really confident.”

Namjoon smiled, taking off the knitted hat he wore, allowing his wolf ears to straighten up again. He left the grey fingerless gloves on as well as the green jacket.

“Did Katie knit the hat?” He asked, noticing the way it looked hand made instead of store bought.

“Yeah, and the sweater I’m wearing too. She likes being able to make me things, and it’s sweet that she does it. Plus, they’re warm too.” Namjoon’s eyes had brightened at the mention of Katie, his owner, even going so far to take off his jacket for a moment so Hoseok could see the cream-colored sweater.

It made Hoseok smile, his mind wandering back to you for a moment. The thought of you wielding two knitting needles made him nervous.

Namjoon had been watching Hoseok’s face though, the corner of his lips lifting as he put his jacket back on. He knew what was happening, had gone through it himself even. Before he could question Hoseok about it, Jin appeared at their table then with a smile.

“Looks like you finally decided to come to Kim Seokjin’s,” he said to Namjoon, setting a clear glass mug down in front of him on a blue saucer.

A chuckle escaped Namjoon as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, figured I’d come down and see the place.” His eyes glanced around at the small, but homey, café.

The counter was made out of dark oak wood, and the display case had an array of pastries and treats that had everyone’s mouthwatering due to the smells. Behind the counter were all different types of coffee and espresso machines that looked too complicated for someone who didn’t make a living selling coffee. There was a couch on the left side of the building with a few armchairs around a coffee table, the rest of the furniture being high tables. Jin even had floor to ceiling windows with the name, Kim Seokjin’s Café, written in black cursive paint on one of them.

“It’s amazing,” he complimented Jin.

The Siamese Cat hybrid beamed at the compliment, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you! By the way Joon, that’s Devil’s Blueberry Chocolate Mocha. I have to get back to baking. Enjoy the coffee you two.”

Hoseok waved his hand as Jin walked behind the counter and went through a door, disappearing from sight. Sighing, he wrapped his hand back around his own mug and took a sip of the steaming dark roast, taking a few minutes to collect his thoughts.

Namjoon took advantage of the silence to try the, bizarre coffee Jin had brought him. The name alone had him nervous. At first glance, it looked like a plain black coffee. But when he tilted the mug, the sunlight managed to hit the drink and he was able to see the purple hues. When it finally touched his lips, he was able to taste the dark chocolate. It wasn’t rich or creamy like some mochas tended to be, and upon taking another sip, he could taste the sweetness of the blueberries. Despite its name, it was borderline angelic.

“Jin likes to experiment with his coffees,” Hoseok explained. He had the same thing happen to him when he first came to the café. “To see what works and what doesn’t.”

Namjoon nodded, wrapping the mug in his hand as he sat up. “So, what exactly happened.” He didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore, especially when he was fairly certain he knew what Hoseok was going to ask him.

Hoseok stared down at his caramel colored coffee, chewing on his lip as he wondered if this was some mistake. Maybe he was wrong and was overthinking everything. But as soon as he thought that it died off like a shriveled-up raisin. No, that wasn’t possible either. You couldn’t not be his mate. Your smile alone sent his heart racing while calming him. And every time he had you in his arms, it was like he had the key to understanding everything.

Fuck, he just needed to know. “Is it…is it possible, to know someone for years, and only recent discover that they’re your mate?” He slowly asked, only meeting Namjoon’s gaze at the end.

Only, Namjoon’s face was neutral. It was neither happy or upset and surprisingly, that helped Hoseok to relax. If Namjoon had seemed excited, then Hoseok would start to get his hopes up. If he had looked upset though, Hoseok could only imagine what would happen then.

“Well…it all depends,” Namjoon thoughtfully spoke, shifting back in his seat. “Is it possible though? Yes. Common? Not really. But when it does happen, it usually occurs because the hybrid was going through a traumatic event. It’s like when someone gets hurt really bad and their body goes in to shock, they don’t feel the pain as much until they’re in a safe place and can relax. But once they’ve calmed down and the adrenaline has left the body, they get hit full force with exactly how much pain they’re in.”

Hoseok blinked and was immediately back in the past, more specifically, three years ago. He had been homeless and starving. The Shelters that were created to help hybrids had been overfilled, and it was his fifth shelter in twelve years. Prior to that, he had been left at an Adoption Center when he was twelve years old. And if he went even further back, when he was still a pup, he had been ripped away from his parents and sold to a rich family who wanted a hybrid for their daughter.

Her name was Carly, and she truly was a sweet girl. They had grown and played together, she snuck him sweets when her parents told her not to, and they were as close as possible. Then one night, she mentioned wanting a cat and the next day he was dropped off at a shelter with his backpack hurriedly filled with his belongings. Hoseok didn’t blame Carly though, not once did he think it was her fault. Back then, the two of them had talk about wanting a real pet cat, not a hybrid, but her parents must have thought otherwise.

He stayed at the Adoption Centers until he was eighteen. By then he was an adult and was done with it all. Yes, they provided food and warm rooms, but he was older and known for being transferred multiple times. People didn’t want to adopt a hybrid who seemed to be more of a hassle then he was worth.

For a year, he was on his own. Everything he owned was in the small backpack that had been worn thin over the years. He had slept in parks, ate whatever food he found, and in an effort to blend in with the humans so as to not get sent back to a shelter, he wore hats to cover his ears and tucked his tail either under his shirts or down his pant legs, which hurt like hell at times. Rain or shine, he suffered through it all.

When he wasn’t able to find a bridge or tunnel, he was stuck in the elements. Even after three years, he still dislikes the rain. He hated the memories that were associated with it. Like how it used to soak through his clothes, and the way the wind cut through his body all the way down to the bones. He lost track of all the times his tears mingled with the rain dripping down his cheeks.

Then one day, he woke up to find himself sleeping on a cot in an open room, surrounded by other cots with hybrids on them. One of them had been reading when he woke up and explained everything.

Apparently, he had been found passed out and unresponsive and when they took off his hat, his ears were a dead giveaway. They brought him to the Homeless Center for Hybrids, but they didn’t stick around to see if he was okay. Cold, exhausted, and hungry, Hoseok accepted his fate. This was the life he meant to live.

The Homeless Center for Hybrids not only gave a place for hybrids to stay, but also worked on trying to find new and safe homes for them. It was hard, especially with how so many of them had been mistreated, but the staff only wanted was best for the hybrids. They worked long hours, doing extensive background checks on the new possible owners, and often bought things when the Homeless Center was low on funding.

Hoseok lived there for a year. He watched friends come and go as they got adopted or found ways to support themselves. To take his mind off of his own circumstance, he tended to spend his time over at the Dance Studio that was nearby.

The Dance Studio was extremely inclusive. While they offered classes that required a payment, they waived the fee for those that were unable to afford it, or sometimes even offered the same class but for free if there was a large group of people interested. They didn’t stop there. If the rooms weren’t being used to teach classes, the public was welcomed to come in and use them for their own practice. As long as you shared the same love and passion for dancing and didn’t break anything, it was fine.

That was exactly what Hoseok did. He took the free classes and eventually joined an unofficial street dance group that practiced there. It was the only thing that took his mind off of being homeless.

Then…then Sue came in to the shelter on his twenty first birthday. She was twenty and her parents had recently passed away in the accident. The staff had told him that she was looking for a friend, someone who could help fill up the silence that came with the now empty house. By accident, he saw her. The door opened just as he looked over someone’s shoulder, allowing him to see her for a split second.

She was in the waiting area sitting on one of the green chairs, her head down as she stared at her feet, arms wrapped around her stomach. She had looked so alone and scared, everything he had felt way back when he was twelve years old. It brought out a protective instinct from within that he had obviously pushed down for years.

Hoseok went home with Sue that afternoon. It took a couple months, but once he was comfortable around her, she brought him around to meet her friends and their hybrids. He remembered that day, especially when he met you. The minute he smelled your strawberry cream scent he was hugging you. At the time, you had a boyfriend and he was still adjusting to his new life. Everything was still raw for him back then.

“Hoseok?” Namjoon called out. When the hybrid didn’t answer him, he reached over and shook his shoulder.

Startled from his memories, Hoseok blinked several times in an attempt to refocus his attention. He wasn’t homeless or bouncing around in the Adoption Centers anymore. He most certainly wasn’t abandoned either.

“Are you alright?” Namjoon asked, taking a napkin out of the holder and handing it to Hoseok. “You looked really lost in thought and well… you started crying.”

Silently, Hoseok touched his cheek, surprised to find that his skin was wet with tears. Looking around, he spotted several hybrids uncomfortable shifting in their seats, glancing in his direction every now and then with their ears pulled flat against their heads. “Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

Namjoon just shook his head, this time placing the napkin in Hoseok’s hand. “It’s okay Hoseok. Really, it is. You just need to take a deep breath.”

“I need Strawberry,” Hoseok automatically corrected, his hand stopping on his cheek as he paused.

The wolf hybrid merely raised an eyebrow at his friend, not surprised with how quick he was to fill in your special nickname for what he wanted. “She’s single now.” He quietly said, watching Hoseok for a reaction. “It’s been three years for you Hoseok. Life has settled down for you. I’m not saying that what happened is in the past, three years isn’t that much time, but it was enough for you to be ready for the next chapter of your life. And this time, it involves her.”

Hoseok held the crumpled-up napkin his lap, trying to think of some happy thoughts to relieve the sadness he had unconsciously projected out to everyone else.

“Take it from a wolf hybrid,” Namjoon gently said, a faint smirk appearing. “We believe our mates were created from Destiny. Sue just so happened be going to study abroad for four months, and you get to stay with your best friend, who’s single. The entire scenario screams Destiny.”

Hoseok scoffed at that, but the edges of his mouth were curling up in a smile. Lifting his head, he licked his lips and looked out the window for a moment. It was still early and you wouldn’t be back from classes for at least another two hours. He drank some of his warm coffee as he sat up. “Well,” he asked, “how do I tell her she’s my mate?”

Namjoon smirked, his features looking more wolfish by the second. When their gazes met, the male hybrids shared a knowing grin. “By making her see that you’re the man she’s always wanted.”

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The Little Wolf Queen Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Connection

 Ava is woken up too early, is stared at by one of the boys on the hockey team and feels weird. Shawn goes to school, his nose is on overdrive and he finds his mate.

 The first thing she heard was the shrieking blare of her alarm followed by her stepmother Elena calling her name from downstairs. Groaning, she slammed her hand down on the alarm before rolling back into her sheets to enjoy the warmth, closing her eyes….and immediately opening them when she heard her door open.

 “Ava” Elena’s gentle voice came through her room. “Ava sweetheart, you gotta get up for school”

 “No” Ava grumbled.

 “Ava honey, school is important” Elena chuckled.

 “It’s not, I’m gonna make a killing being a grumpy judge on a talent show like Simon Cowell” Ava muttered from under her covers.

 “You still need to finish school, now come on and get up before-”

 “AVAAAAAA” came the loud voice of her three-year-old sister before a small mass crashed into her body with much more force than it should’ve.

 “Oof” Ava groaned upon the impact.

 “Chelsea!” Elena chastised the small girl. “Don’t do that, you could hurt your sister!”

 “Sorry Mommy” Chelsea said bashfully.

 “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to your sister” Elena scolded.

 “Sorry Ava” Chelsea smiled before throwing herself to hug her older sister.

 “S’alright kid” Ava smiled back before reaching for her phone to take a quick snapchat of her sister being all cuddly and cute.

 “Let’s get you both downstairs, gotta get you both ready for school” Elena smiled.

Reluctantly hauling herself out of bed, she remembered why she loved her blankets so much. It may have been spring in Canada, but the mornings could be chilly. Her sleep jumper and shorts were perfect until she removed the blankets, even on the carpet and with socks on, her legs felt slightly cold. Walking down the stairs somewhat drowsily with a big yawn coming up, Ava couldn’t help but smile as the twins stood at the bottom of the stairs with big curious eyes as they watched their mom with big smiles to match.

 “Oh, by the way, they ate the rest of the chocolate cake” Elena smiled apologetically. “I can buy some more from the bakery when I drop them off at Mum’s”

 “Elena darling” Ava’s dad called from the kitchen, “Where on earth is the cheese?”

 “Back of the fridge” both Ava and Elena answered at the same time.

 “You don’t suppose he’ll ever get his eyes checked, do you?” Elena quizzed gazing into the kitchen.

 “It’s Dad, what do you think?” Ava stated like it was obvious.

 Elena laughed her bell like laugh and took the hands of the twins while Chelsea grabbed Ava’s hand and pulled her down the stairs.

 “Morning sleeping beauty” Ava’s dad smiled fondly at his somewhat disheveled daughter.

 “Dad” she acknowledged. “Can you grab me that cereal?”

 Passing the cereal to his daughter, he watched her as she sighed upon looking at her phone. “everything okay?”

 “Yeah, but last two weeks of school and then summer. Which means feeling too lazy to do those last pieces of work that get me into the 11th Grade” Ava groaned miserably.

 “Just two more weeks baby” Elena smiled kissing Ava’s temple.

 “Elena do my work for me” Ava begged.

“You’re a capable woman Ava” Elena reminded her stepdaughter.

 “Fine” she grumbled.

 Eating her cereal, she was joined by an equally grumpy Jesse and a very sleepy Noah.

 “Do you want some of my fruit loops?” Jesse asked with a big yawn.

 “Nah that’s alright, you want any coco pops?” she asked him.

 “Just a spoon” he smiled dopily.

 While he got his cereal, Noah glanced at them while eating his wholemeal ham and tomato sandwich with his favourite cheese.

 “Those cereals have lots of added sugar in them y’know. You should eat something lo GI that has protein in it” Noah told them in his four-year-old “I know everything” tone before walking off to sit on the porch with their Dad.

 Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Ava reminded herself that he was four and not 30. Then she turned to Jesse as if he had an explanation, which apparently, he did.

 “He’s been watching the food network on his sick days” Jesse shrugged.

 Elena loved the food network. It made sense.

 Finishing her cereal, she went upstairs to throw on her jeans and Coca Cola t shirt and converse before heading to her mirror. She blended out her foundation and concealer before debating if he could be bothered with proper eyeshadow. Deciding she could not, she set her face with powder, bronzed her cheekbones and used the same bronzer for eyeshadow and contouring her nose before applying a nude lip and mascara. She almost forgot her highlight but then remembered that Katie was planning on polaroid’s at school today so she applied some.

 She threw her books in her bag, her tissues and bounced her way downstairs before making her coffee.

 “Well you certainly seem to be in much higher spirits” Elena smiled.

 “All things are possible with coffee and mascara Elena, all things” Ava smiled back brightly.

 “Wanna go and round up your siblings?” Her dad asked.

 “Sure” Ava agreed. “GET DOWN HERE MY ARMY” she yelled at the top of her lungs making Elena and her Dad wince.

 “I meant at a lower volume” Her Dad grumbled.

 “There’s too many to find individually” Ava shrugged.

 Just then, a mess of four children came hurdling down the hallway giggling and laughing while they raced each other to the front door.

 “School drop off time. Alex and Levi, just where do you think you’re going?” Elena said in fake sternness with her hands on her hips.

 Alex and Levi were meant to be waiting with Ava’s Dad. Instead they had their animal bag packs on and their jackets.

 “They’re coming with us” Chelsea stated proudly. “I put their jackets on and Jesse got their bags Mom”

 Raising her eyes to the ceiling, Elena sighed. “You can come to the drop offs but then we’re coming back home to say goodbye to Dad and the dogs”

 Giggling victoriously, they all packed themselves into the car and drove off to school.

 “Have a nice day. Two more weeks, that’s all Ava” Elena reminded her stepdaughter before driving off.

 Groaning in despair, Ava turned and walked her way through school.

 “Morning Ava” Monty smiled nervously at her.

 “Morning Monty” Ava smiled back.

 Monty was the socially awkward geek in her History class who seemed to have a crush on her. She wasn’t to alarmed by him, it was his friend Gavin, the extroverted creep who bothered her.

 “Babe!” she heard the exaggerated happiness in the voice of Heather Wilson, the school’s very own demon, as she rushed over to very sloppily kiss her newest toy, Dustin Kirk. Dustin and Heather belonged to the popular kids of the school. While Ava wasn’t unpopular, she didn’t have the whole “queen” status going on for her. She noticed that some of the hockey players were present, bit early for them. She spotted Katie’s older brother and then she saw Shawn Mendes with his friends Cameron Dallas and Brian Craigen. They played on the hockey team and were kinda cute. His mom was friends with Elena and her Dad. Karen was a sweet lady. But then she spotted the one who made her heart stop. Jake Henderson. All 5ft11 of his blonde-haired, blue-eyed muscle. Snapping herself out of it before someone noticed her staring, she walked around their group and onto her friends.

 “Hello Ava” Katie greeted. “How was the weekend, we didn’t see you at all”

 “Talk about missing the fun” Leah grinned. “I don’t think Laura’s ever seen so many shirtless men in her life”

 “It was a wonderful sight to behold” Laura smiled.

 “How was games night?” Stacey smiled.

 “Good, you know Elena’s parents, heavy on the food, heavy on the wine and heavier on the desert” Ava sighed contently.

 “You know I swear you’re never happy without food in your mouth” Laura laughed.

 “Food is good for the soul. And I need about all the soul I can get in these last two weeks” Ava muttered grimly.

 As the girls continued gossiping about the latest party, Ava couldn’t help but feel she was being watched. She looked up to see the last person she was expecting to be looking at her. Shawn Mendes was watching her with an odd sort of gaze as he caught her eye. Affection? Admiration? It was strange. Suddenly she felt this odd sensation in her stomach and slightly dizzy.  Before she could linger on it, the bell rang and their classes had begun.

 SHAWNS POV

 He was early to school today. Brian’s parents had taken his brother out of town for a specialist appointment for his little brothers hearing, so they were at school before the bell rang for once.

 He was watching Heather and Dustin be their usual selves and then he smelt it. That same sweet smell he caught lingering in the hallways. Except this time, it was stronger, much stronger. Overwhelmingly so. It was all his nose could focus on. A cross between vanilla and baking sugar. He took a deep inhale and turned to his left. A girl walking by seemed to radiate the smell.

 Mate. His inner wolf told him.  

 He suddenly felt dizzy, his hands were sweaty, his body was warm and he felt a tugging sensation at his stomach. The smell seemed to overpower all his senses as shivers went down his spine. Could it really be?

 She was small and she had black hair. All he could see was the back of her covered by a denim jacket and a backpack. When she had sat down, she was against the wall and her could only see half her face. Caramel skin. And then by some sort of mercy she frowned. Was she okay? Was something making her sad? Then she looked up, right at him and he felt his whole world shift. He got lost in her brown eyes and he felt a drop in his stomach and a fluttery feeling. It was her. He had found his mate. She looked so familiar, but did he know her? Did she know him? He didn’t have a chance to linger as the bell rang and he was pulled in one direction whilst she was pulled in the other.

 He had spent the whole day with his head in the clouds thinking of her and when he was leaving school, he saw her once more getting into a car with… no…Liam Beauregard? He was notorious for his womanizing ways. He didn’t do love or commitment. He was in simple words, a dog.

 Walking his way to Jake’s car, he stared out the window in misery. His mate with another wolf? A deplorable one at that.

 “Uhh dude, you getting out or coming home with me?” Jake laughed.

 “Sorry man, see y’all at practice” Shawn grinned, shaking it off. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to tell his friend yet.

 He was lying on his bed formulating a plan to murder Liam when his thoughts returned to her and all he could do was smile.

 He had found her. He had found his mate. And she was perfect. Petite in height, quite slim from what he could see, not that he’d care if she was otherwise. Black hair, dark brows, chocolate brown eyes and caramel skin with plump lips. She was stunning. He wondered if she was Spanish or something. She definitely looked it.

 Broken out of his thoughts by his Mom’s voice telling him to leave his bed and the sound of a car pulling up, he suddenly remembered his Mom telling him Elena Prescott would be coming over for afternoon tea today. Elena was one of the few wolves mated to a human in their pack. Her mate actually helped out by playing the role of pack doctor on Wednesdays. They were both nice people. Besides, Elena was Shawn’s favourite babysitter as a kid. He could ask her about her human mate bond. Rare but possible, as Shawn now knew. Or did he. Was she human? He didn’t have time to dwell as he trudged downstairs to greet Elena.

 After saying hi and being told to make tea by his Mom, he returned to smiled at his babysitter who now had 5 children of her own now if he remembered correctly.

 “Hey there Rockstar” Elena smiled.

 “Ellie” Shawn smiled brightly at her.

 “You and Aaliyah are the only ones to get away with calling me that”

 “we were the best kids you ever babysat and you know it” Shawn grinned.

 “Quite possibly” Elena avoided answering

 “How are you kids?” he quizzed, genuinely interested.

 “Growing” she said ominously. “and fast”

 “How old are they all now?”

 “Jesse’s five, Chelsea is three and Levi and Alex are 18 months.”

 “Man, your house must be loud” Shawn laughed.

 “You’ve no idea. The dogs are quieter than my kids and you can hear them bark from here” Elena said dramatically.

 Suddenly Elena moved and knocked her keys off the coffee table which Shawn immediately picked up for her before spotting the keychain and the photo on it. Of Elena, her husband, her kids and Shawn’s mate.

 “Ellie who’s the older girl? You’ve only got 4 four kids” Shawn observed.

 “Oh, that’s Ava, our biggest ray of sunshine. She’s not much younger than you actually, Lewis actually had four kids from his previous marriage, she’s his third child and second daughter” Elena explained.

 “Does she know about all of this?” Shawn asked.

 “No, we agreed to keep her out of it until necessary” Elena said. “We’ll have to tell her eventually because of Jesse” Elena sighed. “Her best friend comes from a wolf family too actually, Katie Beauregard”

 “Marcus’ daughter?” Karen asked.

 “One and only, her and Katie have been attached to the hip since she moved her. More like sisters than friends those two are”

 He couldn’t believe his ears. Elena’s stepdaughter was his mate. He’d hit the jackpot. He could find out everything from her.

 “I feel like I’ve seen her before” Shawn muttered. “Does she go to my school or something?” he feigned ignorance.

 “Year below you actually” Elena told him.

 “Oh, well if ever see the two of you I’ll make sure I come and say hi” Shawn smiled politely before turning to his Mom. “I have practice now, I’ll be home for dinner, just later than usual. Bye guys”

 Turning and running out of the house he walked his way to Kyle’s house two blocks over, smiling the whole way there.

 Ava. Her name was Ava Prescott. The name suited her. Just thinking of her made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. He’d locked eyes with her for a split second but it was enough for him to know she was his mate. Beautiful chocolate almond shaped eyes and a gorgeous smile based off what he’d seen when she was dragged out by her friends, grinning at their enthusiasm. He didn’t notice much too overcome with his initial emotions and heart eyes.

 He did however notice Jason Lewis eyeing her up like a piece of meat as she got dragged past him.

Asshole.

 All Shawn knew was that he had to find a way to talk to her, get to know her and somehow manage not to freak her out in the process.

 He was going to be with his mate.

Part 2

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