#SHES CLAIMING HIM LIKE A WOLF UNDER THE MOON

[batunatu]

hater anons suck it, imagine jesse pressing radar up against a tree and making out with him.

AHEM AHEM

shes mining in my craft until i story mode /j

[sunfyresrider]

ミ♥︎OUR LAST SUMMER | NETEYAM SULI

❥Summary: You were never allowed to leave the lab, especially to venture off into the forest. However, one day you get a extreme urge to go to the river and that’s where you met him. The man who would surely be your downfall. ❥Word Count: 8k ❥Tags: obsessive tendencies, love struck Neteyam, mild manipulation, jealous!neteyam, interspecies relationship, wingman!Lo’ak, smut, fingering, oral, p n v, choking (slightly), mild angst. Am I missing anything? Lmk! ❥Author’s Note: This can be seen as a part one to a future fic of mine ‘Mated for Life’. S/O to me for finally remembering to add a word count LMAO. This is inspired by an older fic of mine so I’m kinda copyrighting myself😎

Neteyam knew from a young age everything would fall on his shoulders, that all the responsibilities of an adult would be his to bear. It made him pretty fucking miserable to be honest, but he would never let it show. It made him a better person in many ways, a better son, a better warrior, and a great brother. It did not make him happy nor did it make him forget the loneliness he felt.

Lo’ak always claimed he was misunderstood but Neteyam dare say he had it worse. No one viewed him as other than perfect, no one attempted to see what’s under the surface, and no one was there to love him in the ways he thought he deserved. Today was one of the days that proved he wouldn’t be anything other than the perfect soldier. Another day he had to take the blame for something he did not do.

His brother had snuck onto the battlefield and nearly killed them both. The second their ikrans landed his father had a speech to give to them both, even while his eldest son was bleeding. He took the blame as he always did, the yelling, the insults, and the beratement to protect his younger brother. How much more could he take though? After his wounds had been healed he found himself in the corner of the forest, knees pressed tightly to his chest.

Neteyam prided himself on not being weak but today he let the tears flows. He let the river attempt to wash away the burden that he had no choice but to carry. Neteyam wanted someone, just anyone, to understand him. That is what he prayed for from Ewya, even though the great mother did not involve herself in petty things such as this, he hoped she would this one time.

You had grown up on Pandora, your mother being one of the great scientists who worked with Grace Augustine and Jake Sully. She didn’t allow you to venture outside often like spider, you were too small, too precious to her to risk being harmed in the wilderness. In your opinion it was a load of bullshit and you deserved to play with the Na’vi kids just like him! Except now you were older, inexperienced, out of shape, and would probably die by a viper wolf attack.

Unfortunately for her you were born with rebellion in your heart and a strong sense of will. Dusk had fallen on the moon and the light from the windows inside the lab were beginning to fill the room's orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. It was a strict rule to return to your room after biology lessons with Norm but you had plenty of time to stroll. Right now, your mother would still be aiding the warriors returning from the recent battle. It was prime time to make an escape and explore.

You first met Neteyam in a very compromising position, curled up by the stream and sleeping. There was a subtle stain on his blue skin from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you leave him out here all alone? Granted, he was twice your size and carried many weapons but that thought did not ease the ache in your heart. No one should ever be left alone to cry. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Neteyam?” You whispered into his ears.

His eyebrows began to furrow slightly, ears twitching in the direction of your voice. “Neteyam, wake up.” He jumped up and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the surroundings quickly and you before settling with a confused expression plastered on his face. “S-sorry Lo’ak isn’t here,” you mumbled out. You knew the former vastly better since he visited the lab so often, all you knew of the eldest was stories.

Neteyam’s quickened breathing settled, his eyes scanning over your form. Which human were you? You were too pretty to be another scientist, too young to have lived here during the war. It took him awhile of staring at you for his brain to finally put it together, “star girl.” His hands released you slowly as his mouth hung slightly agape, why in Ewya’s name would Lo’ak hide you from him? He had seen you in passing once or twice but he didn’t realize you looked like this.

Neteyam never considered an alien could be beautiful but you proved him very wrong. You had the perfect lips, your eyes glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell perfectly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your strange clothes you had a nice body too. “Lo’ak told me many things about you, all good so far.” He quickly cleared his throat, pulling his hands away to wipe the tears from his eyes. This was embarrassing, but he was going to push through it.

Two tiny, four fingered, hands cupped his cheeks. Your skin was warm, soft and distracting him from his original thought. “Are you alright? Was someone being cruel to you?” You regretted the last sentence as it stumbled out, he was just in a battle you idiot! Oh Ewya, help him because you sounded like the angels his dad spoke about. Neteyam was too dumbfounded to say anything coherent, maybe too starstruck by your presence.

You weren’t necessarily wrong, his father did hurt him deeply. His mother hurt him by not standing up for him either. The most perplexing part was you cared to ask, your tiny self risked being in these dangerous lands just to see if he was alright. Neteyam forced himself to nod slowly, not entirely sure how to react to such comfort.

Perhaps this wasn’t the best thing to do but your mother always comforted you in this way. You had even done this to Kiri a few times when she came to the lab to cry about her own problems. Gently, you swiped the tear tracks from his face, pressing two gentle kisses where they laid. “Don’t cry, you’re an amazing warrior, a good son, an even better brother. You finished your Rite of Passage before anyone else your age. You have so much more to offer than just those things and they’re just too blind to see it. And so many people love you like-”

“My child,” the sounds of your mother's cries echoed in your ears. Shit, she knew you had escaped. You let go of him quickly, preparing to run into her arms and feign innocence. Before you left though, you jumped onto him, arms embracing his frame the best they could. “You're perfect, okay? I’m always here to talk if you need it." You jumped to your feet, brushing off the dirt you had collected whilst exploring. "I gotta go... feel better!"

Neteyam sat up and watched you scurry away, his eyes were wide and time had stilled around him. Where the fuck have you been his entire life? His heart felt full in a way it hadn’t before, Neteyam’s stomach twisting around itself. The thoughts of your little hands, your little frame, your sweet voice and soft lips swirling in his head. You were so… perfect, so inviting… You had to be his.

He had never truly thought about having someone all for himself, especially an alien. But even the perfect son needed to indulge his own desires at times, even the hardened warrior needed to be held in times of sorrow. At this moment all he could think about was stealing you away, keeping you safe in his home, protecting you from the dangers of this world forever. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible.

Neteyam pulled himself up, with a new found confidence he ran home. It was time he talked to his parents about finding a potential mate.

The talk went about as well as Lo’ak claiming his ikran. He mentioned he had found someone, and he was prepared to finally choose a mate. His parents rejoiced, the proud look they reserved for him finally returning. Until he mentioned that it was you, and the light drained from their eyes, the colors fading from their faces.

Neteyam’s idea was shot down faster than he could manage to speak it. You had an avatar body in that damn lab and he knew it! You could easily become one of the people like his father and be his mate. Why was his mother so against it? His father at the very least gave it some thought before succumbing to his mother’s rants.

It wasn’t her fault she was traumatized, but it was hypocritical considering his father was an alien when she met him. Fine, Neteyam was used to a challenge and he would claim you before they had another chance to say no. Hopefully this time around his love for you would override his fear of disappointing his parents.

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The next time he came across you was far after eclipse, everyone in his home was fast asleep while he made his move. It was incredibly hard to sneak out of the camp, even harder to sneak into the human camp. Your stupid cameras and metal monstrosities make it nearly impossible to creep through, let alone into you. Neteyam vaguely remembered where Lo’ak claimed you slept, in moments like these he was grateful his brother had his back.

The more he tiptoed around the camp the angrier he became, were you even real or was that a fever dream? He stumbled onto a group of tree metal homes stacked against each other. Carefully, he peeked his head into each one searching you out. To his disappointment the first two were occupied by a snoring Norm and a drooling Max. It took him one more attempt before he finally saw your sleeping figure.

You were so adorable, all bundled up in the things called sheets and holding a pillow tightly to your chest. It made his soul melt at the sight, Neteyam wasted no time welcoming himself inside, pushing the first door open and closing it tightly behind him. If he let any air in from the outside you may die before he got the chance to touch you again. Thankfully, the next door was easier and much quieter than the first.

Neteyam had to crouch as he approached you, ignoring how terrifying he probably looked. He outstretched one of his long fingers to brush a strand of your hair out of your face, admiring the peaceful view in front of him. If Ewya allowed it he could stay and watch you sleep all night but your air was already taking an effect on his lungs.

“Yawne… wake up,” he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, urging you awake. You were an incredibly light sleeper, your eyes shot open and you jumped back as if you were about to scream. Neteyam quickly shoved a hand over your lips, bracing the back of your head with the other before it crashed against the wall. “Shhh, shh yawne, it’s Neteyam.”

You crooked your head to the side, watching him closely. Obviously pondering why he invaded your space at such a late hour. “Neteyam,” you murmured into his hand, confirming if this was a dream or reality. A wide grin blessed his features, “good morning, baby girl.” He heard that nickname from his father, and by the blush on your cheeks it worked quite well. “What are you doing here?���

You rubbed your eyes, gazing out the window, “it’s after eclipse...” you drawled into a yawn. His entire body language shifted, excitement coursing through his veins. “I’m always too busy during the day to visit so I thought now would be the perfect time.” You sat up on your bed, he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “O-okay.”

Neteyam smiled at you with such kindness, even with his size you didn’t feel threatened in slightest. “I thought since you never get to go out I would take you tonight. Of course, you would be under my protection the entire time.”

Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But at the back of your head the sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do rang strong. The fear of disappointing her was even stronger and the fear of potential punishment. “I- I can’t.”

“No one will find out, I promise.” His amber eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. “You wouldn’t want to make me sad, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” It was manipulative, he knew but it worked flawlessly with you. Neteyam would make up for this one transgression later. “Fine, just wait for me outside please. " you said in a nervous whisper.

Neteyam didn’t take his eyes off you as you slid into your “outside” clothing, at some point he would need to get you actual ones instead of the odd human fabrics that cover too much. You hastily slipped your mask on, taking in a deep breath as you did. He hated that thing, hopefully soon he could get rid of it. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach as you exited the lab.

“You ready, baby?” The word sounded foreign on his tongue but music to your ears. You nodded in excitement, letting Neteyam grasp your hand and pull you along. He was gentle with you no matter how much excitement was coursing through his veins. You moved in unison through the thick leaves, granted he whisked you off your feet anytime you seemed to falter. The farther away from the encampment you got, the happier you became.

The forest was naturally lit with bioluminescent flowers, vines, and grasses of all kinds. The noise of animals coming out to play filled your ears and for once it did not frighten you. Neteyam was basking in your joy, your voice carried only the excitement of someone innocent to this world. And when you glanced at him? It felt like Ewya herself had sent you to make his heart ache.

To avoid any possible maimings or accidental injuries he kept you very close to him. If Neteyam’s arm was not around you then his hand was on yours. The warmth you radiated felt like his only life source. To your surprise, he was naturally funny and laid back. You had only assumed he was cold, stern and serious, this must be a side of him he only showed a few.

You spoke with him more than anyone, babbling about everything you saw, heard or felt. It may seem obnoxious to others but to him it was like a melody being played by a flute. Each time you squeezed his fingers he felt the blood rush to his head, pounding at his skull in the most beautiful way. You had completely and irrevocably captured his heart.

As the evening progressed the original point of this journey was almost lost to the daze you put him in. Instead of immediately taking you to the sacred place he opted for the stream where you originally found him, you could call it a second, better, impression. It was memorizing in the eyes of a girl who never got to leave her cave of comfort. The fish glowing beneath a gentle stream, a waterfall glistening under the light of several moons.

But this place would be the start of your inevitable downfall. It started off as a dare that turned into swimming half nude with a man twice your size. You let the water flow past you, cradling your body in its warmth. Neteyam was a better swimmer than you, granted you had never gotten the chance before. You chased him in circles below the surface, quickly becoming distracted by the fish that swam by.

The orange was your favorite, reminding you of the sunset. His favorite was the yellow, said it reminded him of you because yellow was the color of happiness and you made him happy… It was a very sappy way of flirting but it worked. Neteyam spent most of his time indulging you on what you wanted or asked the entire night and he did not mind for one second.

You asked him personal questions no one else dared to, further carving your way into his soul. If he thought he knew what love was before he was terribly wrong. Whatever you were doing to him was much worse in all the right ways. It was about the time he came to the realization, staring into your eyes and seeing your future together, you started to nod off. Your eyes become droopy, yawns escaping your throat every other sentence.

Neteyam would stay like this forever if he could, drowning in your existence. Your health was more important to him though and you desperately needed sleep to survive. You tried to fight him off when he said it was time to go, whining to stay here forever. It was cute, and he almost didn’t make you leave, until another adorable yawn left you.

He whisked you off your feet without protest, wrapping your legs around him so he could carry you home. You felt embarrassed at first, realizing you probably looked like a baby being carried by their mother. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebump down your spine, long fingers wrapping around you to keep you in place. The low, deep, whisper of his voice telling you sweet nothings echoing in the walls of your mind.

A new sensation washed over you as Neteyam’s lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. A sweet ache between your legs that progressively got worse the longer he held you. You attempted to pull away, embarrassed he could feel the heat, but he easily overpowered you. Neteyam was determined to keep you in place, as close to him as humanly possible.

He paused his stride, gazing at you for a moment and then back to the forest ahead. You avoided his eyes, but you could feel the smirk creep onto his face. He didn’t say anything on the way home, deep in thought it seemed. However, you could hear his breath becoming ever so slightly heavier.

Neteyam should be a good little soldier and take you home and feign ignorance. He noticed every sound, every look, every smell, every movement coming from you. The warm feeling across his waist that was driving him to the brink of insanity. His own arousal was bound to be noticed the second he put you down… How far could he go with you before he was stopped? You wanted him and why should he not give you what you wanted?

Sneaking back inside the second time was easier than the first, and this time he intended to stay a little longer than necessary. You were drowsy, too tired to change yourself into dry clothing. You probably told yourself he was used to seeing people in less clothes and that it was nothing to Neteyam. Oh how wrong you were. He managed to keep quiet though, attempting to avoid the thing between his legs.

“Time for bed, yawne.” You threw yourself onto the bed, melting into the mattress. Sleep evaded you, the wetness between your legs making it unbearable to get comfortable. To your surprise, he climbed on top, hovering mere inches from your face. “You okay, baby girl?” His ears twitched, Neteyam’s tail betraying his thoughts. There it was again, the foreign nickname that rolled off his tongue like honey.

You crossed your legs together tightly, “I-I’m okay.” He cocked his head to the side, bringing a finger up to brush your face. “I can help you if there’s something wrong,” he purred. You gulped, opening your legs ever so slightly to make a little more room, but that only made the ache worse. His knee found its place between your thighs, applying pressure to the one place you were trying to avoid.

You turned away and evaded his gaze. You felt like a complete idiot, a grown woman acting like a horny teenager, it was disgusting! However, when you looked back at him he was still looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to ask for his help. His knee moved forward once more, you bit your lip to avoid the sound attempting to escape. “I can show you what helps me, yawne.”

He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you. A sound of pleasure escaped you before you could stop it, and that seemed to embolden him.

His lips pressed harder against yours, the sweetness of his mouth made your mind hazy. Neteyam’s tongue found itself entangled with yours, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment. The feeling of need was quickly becoming too much so you moved your hips against him, desperately trying to release the pressure.

Neteyam chuckled into your mouth, his fangs glistening in the light. “All you had to say was your problem was down there,” he purred. “I can fix that for you,” Neteyam’s voice turned into an exhilarating whisper, sending chills down your spine. You shivered at the feeling of his fingers gently slipping inside your waistband, hovering over the spot you really wanted him.

You grabbed his hand, your nerves getting the best of you. “W-what if someone finds out.” Neteyam moved forward, cupping your pussy . It was so wet and desperate for him, how could he stop? “I won’t tell if you don’t.” You closed your eyes, nodding your head. Neteyam kissed you once more, this time more rough than before. Internally, he hoped everyone would find out.

He slipped his finger inside of you, his eyes growing wide at how tight you were. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, and you were practically throbbing. Neteyam’s fingers were large enough to easily reach your sweet spot, stretching you out as he added another. You clenched around him, a high pitched sound leaving your lips.

He groaned at the sight of you, you were far too good to be true. Neteyam leaned down, gently nipping at your neck and sucking on your pulse point. His fangs occasionally gliding across your sensitive skin. Neteyam continued to pleasure you, fingers moving at a steady rhythm, a pace he knew he could keep up for hours.

You bit your lip to hold back your whines, each breathy exhale turning into a high pitched moan. The sound was like music to Neteyam, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, tasting your skin as he left marks. He wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, in one way or another.

His thumb began to circle your clit, thankfully human anatomy was similar to his own. His tail wrapped around one of your legs, pulling it to the side, allowing him more access. You gripped onto him, burying your face in his chest to hide the embarrassment of the sound leaving your lips.

Neteyam kissed your forehead, nuzzling you softly as he quickened his pace. You clenched tightly around his fingers, bucking your hips against his hand, riding it out as much as possible. Neteyam had you pinned under him, mercilessly trying to pull out your orgasm. He was almost certain he would cum in his loincloth.

"You're doing so well for me, baby girl." He purred into your ear, his tongue darting across it as his hand worked you. His fingers consistently applying pressure at the spongy spot inside of you. His thumb continued to move across your clit, working it to match the pace. You gripped tightly to his broad shoulders, rolling your hips against his hand as you felt your body begin to give way. "Oh, I-I-I..."

“Hmm? Baby girl I can’t hear you.” His breath was hot on your neck. “S-sgood, Teyam,” your new nickname for him made him groan. His fingers continued to move, making your words come out more high pitched and incoherent than before. He nipped at your neck, biting it and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

He didn't want to stop, he didn't want this moment to end. The feeling of your warm cunt tightening around him as your body tensed. Your nails digging into his shoulders, you back arching and hips bucking. His hand moved at a steady pace as your body began to unravel, letting yourself go. The euphoric feeling washing over you like a tidal wave.

Neteyam took his time as he eased you through it, gently bringing you down as he whispered sweet nothings. He peppered kisses across your face, murmuring how good you were to him as you relaxed. "Good girl," he whispered. He carefully removed his fingers, and your body mourned the loss of him. “You did so good for me, yawne.”

Your body was limp underneath him, your weighted breaths slowing. “I’m so tired,” you murmured. Shh, go to sleep, yawne. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, unsurprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his loincloth, and it was leaking out onto your sheets.

Neteyam watched you sleep peacefully until the light began to shine into the camp. He rushed back home and thankfully, no one noticed his disappearance. This became a routine between the two of you, and Lo’ak became his best wingman. He pretended to not know anything, made excuses, and visited you pretending like he wasn’t just going so Neteyam had an excuse to follow. For once he was very grateful his little bro was the way he was.

Things were looking up for you as well, Now you got to leave the human lab more often and you got to watch him train with the other boys. A few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you, the way he moved if you moved. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship. Neteyam was always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in a way you never thought possible.

Neteyam was completely beside himself, and it was going to kill him eventually. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was so much more than just the perfect son. You liked him for the reasons no one else did, seeing him for how he truly was and wanted to be. It was no wonder he was infatuated by your existence.

Neteyam, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin you completely. He was pretty positive he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside you anyway. It didn’t change the fact he thought about it every single day. It was hard to explain the things he was feeling but he knew he was stuck to you. Without you he wouldn’t be able to breathe, eat, or sleep like he used to. Neteyam’s existence would become completely meaningless without your presence.

But for now, it was new and perfect. Shiny like a freshly carved toy bound to break.

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All good things come to an end, you learned that after Quartich had returned and Neteyam was being stolen away to a reef clan too far from you. The moon stopped its rotation, all of the life you had being stolen away after he uttered the words goodbye. It was an indescribable pain, unrelenting and all consuming. It took weeks for you to be able to leave your bed, for the nightmares to cease, but the thoughts of him haunted you at every waking moment.

The only place you could find him was at the river, in memories. A part of you wished to go back, to have never left the lab and stayed oblivious to his existence. In your heart you knew he was bound to carve his place into it one way or another. Neteyam used to say how he prayed to the great mother for you and Ewya always finds a way. Day and night blurred together, you stopped counting the hours and let them fly past you. In your darkest moments you repeated a chant to yourself, a prayer almost, One day, Neteyam will come back for you.

He cried, a pathetic display, in front of his parents to bring you with. Neytiri was disgusted, but not enough to hate you as much as spider. He took that as a small win in a losing battle. Jake never faltered on his stance, only family could come unless you wished to put yourself in danger. All he received for his pleas was sympathy from his siblings and a harsh scolding from his parents. It felt as thought his heart had been torn from his chest, the air sucked out of his lungs. You would be here alone, without him, doing all the things you should be doing with him. Neteyam would be stuck in the middle of the ocean with strangers on a droll island.

He did not adapt to the way of water like Lo’ak did. His brother had finally found an environment to thrive in but he was completely lost without you. It was becoming harder to maintain the perfection his father strived for. Even whilst in mourning he had to care of everyone, protect them, comfort them and receive none of it in return. It was a hard life to live but what other choice did he have?

Neteyam only ever felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He was always with you in his dreams, feeling, touching, hearing and smelling you again. For a few hours each night he was back in your room making stupid jokes and listening to rave about your newest discovery. It was always sunny in his dreams, even when it was nightfall. Each time Neteyam closed his eyes it was as if he was in the promised land… but everyone has to wake up eventually.

To ease the eternal ache, he started pleasuring himself more often. It would be a sad sight if anyone ever caught the once mighty warrior stopping to such levels but desperate times called for desperate measures. Neteyam fully intended on stealing you away one day, human or avatar body he didn’t care anymore. If anyone was against you he would kill them… except his own blood, of course.

When he connected to Ewya he saw you, crouched down by your mother in a body he didn’t recognize. Oh, your avatar, your mother is finally allowing you to use it. You were still ethereal in the new body, still tiny, but you looked much more like him. You felt so close to him, your warmth radiating through the connection. He was at peace again, for a limited time only. Neteyam was dragged away the second he felt a shift in the water… Kiri

“We’re leaving… now!” You scrambled to grab the med supplies before you leaped onto the helicopter. For all that it was worth, you hoped Kiri was okay. Still, a very selfish, disgusting, part of you was glad you now had an excuse to visit Neteyam. Norm wouldn’t allow you to go in Avatar form, too early to tell if it would last the long journey ahead. You nervously picked at your fingernails the entire way there, she would okay you knew it.

Neteyam could only watch as your little form rushed past everyone to get to his sister. He never left her side or yours for that matter, choosing to stay outside and watch you work. He couldn’t put into words how grateful he was for you, for the effort you were devoting to his family, to saving his sister. He felt a sliver of happiness just watching you again, seeing that you were alive and well.

You hadn’t given him the time of day though, too busy checking Kiri’s pulse and giving her an IV. If you were being honest with yourself this didn’t appear to be a normal human illness. Almost all people can wake up from seizures naturally, almost, as she wasn’t waking up at all. You didn’t know as much about Ewya as everyone else but if this happened whilst she was connected to the tree… then it was probably due to that.

Of course, you hadn’t voiced this out loud in fear of insulting Norm and his hard work. Also, Neytiri breathing down your neck had you too scared to move, a good mother, but a very scary woman. Eventually, you were all kicked out and you nearly fell on your face rushing onto the woven walkways. They were much more bouncy than you expected but a rather large Metkayina boy caught you before you dived head first into the ocean.

“You should be more careful, alien.” You gazed up at him with wide eyes, he was even bigger than Teyam! The last word was in Na’vi but you knew very well what it meant. Luckily, it wasn’t filled with disdain like it usually was, rather disappointment paired with curiosity. A strange thing you did notice was his hand remained on your shoulder, was this normal? “Thank you…” His head raised, eyes scanning you cautiously, “It’s Aonung.”

The crowd around the marui had finally begun to disappear and Neteyam was able to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stood up from his crouching position, thanking ewya for saving his sister and welcoming her back to the land of the living. It was times like this he was grateful his dad pushed him so hard, if he was too weak, too careless, she could very well be dead.

Neteyam slowly stalked out of the marui, lost in his own thoughts. He knew you would love the ocean, the water, the creatures, and all of the plants you fawn over. His dream was to be able to show you it eventually, under more positive circumstances. For now, he would accept showing you what he could whilst you remained here. A childlike smile graced his features as he looked around, head turning in all directions to spot you.

“I’m going to kill him,” his eyes twitched and Neteyam’s hands unconsciously balled up into fists, granted they were not the same as those with four fingers. Aonung was touching you, talking to you as if you weren’t an alien. After all the bullshit he’d done to his siblings he had the nerve to touch you? He felt the bile in his gut rise to his throat as you smiled at something he said. “It’s a waste of time,” Lo’ak appeared beside him and if he was in his right mind Neteyam would have demanded to know where he has been.

Except he wasn’t in his right mind. “Fish lips,” his younger brother mumbled under his breath before turning to go into the marui where Kiri rested. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Neteyam couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night. Before he knew it his feet had carried him right behind you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

“Teyam,” you exclaimed, more excited than you have been in months. Your smile fell when you noticed the way his eyes were staring daggers into the water boy, enemies perhaps? “Back off,” he gritted through his teeth as he poked at Aonung’s chest. Obviously, this wasn’t a fight the other was interested in. He glanced at you with a raised brow, if he had a brow, and back at your Teyam.

“Okayyy then,” he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “It was nice meeting you, human.” Aonung spoke to Neteyam more than you, his smirk directed only at him. You swore you heard him growl lowly, maybe the heat was getting to your head. He didn’t move as he watched the fish boy walk away, his tail swaying violently behind him. “Neteyam?” You turned to him, staring at his face after what felt like centuries.

“Teyam-” you were cut off as his hand wrapped around your wrist, literally dragging you away from the camp. You protested at first, slamming your fist into his arm, offended by how he was behaving. Did the reef people make him cruel? “Let. Me. Go!” you shouted at him, but your cry fell on deaf ears. The grip he had on you wasn’t bruising but his strength far outmatched yours and this was completely unfair. You whipped your head around to watch where he was taking you, the sandy beach quickly turning into heavy shrubbery.

It was beautiful at the very least, you told yourself to remain positive. There hasn’t been a time where you’ve seen Neteyam this angry, especially at you. He paused in his steps when he felt you were now far enough away from everyone. Neteyam let your hand fall to your sides, taking a deep breath, “you!” You flicked when he raised his voice, your fear only heightened at your sheer size difference. "Y-yea, me."

Neteyam huffed, his eyebrows furrowed and gaze piercing though you. “Why haven’t I seen you all evening” Normally, he kept all of his feelings under check, making sure to never express them in case they would upset someone else. Now, the anger radiated off of his shoulders and his words dripped with malice. His question came out as more of a demand, and you could feel your own anxiety spike up. “I was helping Kiri.”

“Helping? You were too busy swooning over fish lips to help anyone.” The words fell from his mouth faster than he could process, regret immediately flooding his system. You wished the ground would open up and Ewya would swallow you whole. “I- I-'' you choked on your own words, tears welling in your eyes. “You don’t love me anymore?” Your damned mask began to fog as you stumbled over your words.

Neteyam's hands were around your shoulders before you could even react, pulling you into him, “don’t cry please, you’ll suffocate to death.” His tone was gentle and he spoke softly, but you could still hear the pain in his voice. The tears came quicker now and your heart hurt. His large hands ran up and down your back in an attempt to calm you down.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't mean to," You sniffled, attempting to keep the tears in your eyes. Neteyam didn’t mean to make you cry, although seeing you like this for him was far better than watching you with the other. Shit, was this manipulation? He dropped down on his knees so you could almost be the same height, placing his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Shh, I still love you. I would never stop loving you. No matter the time we spend apart or the distance between us, you’re in my heart forever, yawne.”

He always knew the right things to say, it made your heart swell and warmth fill your body. Neteyam could make the worst situations feel okay. "I-I," Neteyam placed a hand over his heart, "you don’t need to say anything to me, I've upset you." You sniffled "I still love you too," Neteyam released a deep breath, his face turning stern once more. “Let me prove to you how much I care about you.”

It took minutes before you were laid out on the sand, your pants long discarded. Neteyam had your legs over his shoulders, devouring you. Your toes curled against the cool beach as the wind blew through your hair, the breeze from the water chilling the heat radiating off of you. It was a new sensation, his tongue rubbing circles around your clit. The feeling was foreign and intense, sending jolts throughout your body.

Your hips bucked as his fingers prodded at your entrance, forcing all three inside as an attempt to stretch you more. Neteyam growled in response, the noise sending vibrations throughout your core. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against the top of you to press into the soft spongy spot that had you crying out. Neteyam lapped at the wetness leaking out of you, drinking up every single drop of you.

His eyes met yours, you felt as if the whole world was spinning, a euphoric feeling bubbling inside you, building and building. Neteyam's tongue pressed against your clit once more and you felt the orgasm ripple through you, your walls contracting against his fingers and squeezing them. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn't do much but writhe and cry out as Neteyam brought you down from your high, licking you clean of your mess.

He pulled away and you whined at the loss of his body heat, until you heard the sounds of his loincloth falling to the ground. You pulled your head up off the ground and gasped, he was large, incredibly too large for you. His tip was a bruising purple, shining with precum. Your eyes nearly burst out of your skull, it looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. “T-teyam-”

Neteyam climbed on top of you, shushing you with his finger. “I’ll be gentle I promise,” he purred, his hand snaking down to his tip, rubbing the sticky liquid around the head before placing himself at your entrance. “I’m gonna claim you, mark you with my scent so no one else fucking touches you.” The head of his cock prodded at your entrance and the pressure was intense, your walls achingly slow stretching to fit him. "I can't," Neteyam pushed the head of his cock into you, forcing a choked cry from your lips. “Shh, just be a good girl for me.”

It hurt, yet it felt good in the most bizarre way, a tingling sensation shooting through your body as he pushed deeper and deeper inside you. “Oh ewya, you’re so fucking tiny, baby girl,” he groaned as he pushed deeper. His cock was stretching your walls, the pain slowly disappearing as you grew used to his size. You could feel him against the very base of your cervix, his hips pressing flush against your thighs. “F-f-fuck,” you choked out in a choked whimper, trying to get accustomed to his girth and length, it had to be the size of your forearm at least.

Neteyam began to pump into you slowly, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his length before snapping his hips and forcing the air out of your lungs, causing you to scream and arch your back. You couldn't believe the noises coming out of your own mouth, the moans and cries echoing around the beach. Neteyam moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you.

He used one of his large hands to press against your stomach, feeling his cock move inside of you. “You feel that, yawne?I can feel myself moving inside of you. Fuck, you're so perfect, sweetheart, taking all of me inside you.” He hissed as his movements got faster and more erratic. The feeling was indescribable, the mixture of pain and pleasure that had your head spinning and mind hazy.

Neteyam couldn’t fit all of himself in you no matter how hard he tried, he settled for slamming into the top of your cervix, forcing a scream from your lips. He hoped everyone could hear you screaming his name from miles away. “You like that, baby?” Neteyam growled, you wrapped your arms around his neck, clawing at his shoulders. “Ssyes teyam, sgood,” you slurred your words, feeling the waves of euphoria begin to roll inside of you again.

His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Teyam, p-please. Please!" You stuttered between moans and whimpers. Neteyam wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing softly. "That’s my girl,” his praise made you whimper for more. His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. "Louder, yawne. Everyone has to know you’re all mine," he growled into your ear, putting emphasis on 'mine’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him.

Neteyam removed his hand from your neck, wrapping his arm underneath your legs, spreading them as far as they could go and angling you so that he hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you, pounding against it rapidly. Your vision started to turn blurry and you felt yourself begin to fall over the edge again, a new kind of wave washing over you, “F-Fuck! Tey- teyam- please in for me!"

Your cunt clamped down around him, forcing Neteyam to cry out, his thrusts becoming shallow and erratic. You could feel Neteyam release inside of you, ropes of hot cum filling your insides, mixing with your own fluids.

The sound of a twig snapping nearby pulled you both out of your haze, “Neteyam!” Jake’s booking voice echoed around the beach. Both of your heads shot to the left, staring at the mortified father whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked.

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The walk of shame you both endured was the most humiliating moment of your entire life. It was an excruciating silent trip back home but at the very least Jake waited until you boarded the helicopter, with a traumatized look on his face, before he called your mother. Without a doubt he told Neytiri soon after and you could only imagine her utter rage. Norm and Max said nothing, opting to stare out the window and dissociate from the entire situation completely. You were extremely grateful for their silence.

You couldn’t imagine the scolding he was about to receive, the punishment he was going to endure. Your mom, although mortified, let you off the hook easily. No avatar for another month, and no Neteyam for the rest of eternity. That one hurt, you felt the same soul crushing despair as you did when he first left.

On the other side of Pandora Neteyam remained completely unphased. He took the yelling, the punishment and everything else like a strong man. In the end he had won, you were covered in his scent and no one was going to touch you again. As for your future together? He had a plan for that too. Neteyam had already practically mated with you no matter what his mother said and once you’re in that new body, he would run away and do it again.

You may not realize it yet but he was coming back for you. One way or another you were going to come to the reef with him, be a part of his family, bear his children, and never ever leave his side again. Even if it meant disappointing his parents one final time, but he had hope in Ewya that would not be the case.

[justanotherarmyfangirl]

In Heat! 1/7

They're in heat, and you smell so hot...

Warning: 18+ smut, dubcon/noncon, hybrid!bts, wolf-hybrid!jungkook x bunny-hybrid!reader, dark yandere, predator/play, corruption, breeding kink

Feral. Jungkook was feral for you.

The wolf hybrid couldn't stop himself from rutting against you as you cried. You should have known better than to walk alone during the full moon. You believed you could make it home before sundown. Poor sweet naive bunny hybrid really thought she could outrun a wolf?

Jungkook could inhale and almost taste your sweetness, your sugary innocence as you sob under him. He holds back his instincts from shattering the bones in your slender wrists, at least for now.

You smelled too good for that, he didn't want to break you and spoil that sweetness about you. He needed to claim you first, he needed it, he felt feverish just hearing you whimper and twist helplessly under him.

You hyperventilate as Jungkook drags your wrists through the dirt, the earth sticking to the wet streaks across your cheeks as he holds your body down, crushing you between him and the ground. You stutter out apologies, pathetic pleas for the wolf to let you go.

But why would Jungkook let go of you now?

You're such a sweet prize that someone else from his pack will most certainly try to take the moment you're without him. No, you were his. His to claim.

Jungkook growls lowly, rips your dress down the middle, exposing your front to him, your nipples hardened in the cool night air, smooth skin that would look so pretty with his bites littered across. He bares his fangs, smiling at the thought.

You scream, choking on your tears, shivering in fright. You thought you were fast, but this beast above you was as quick as lightning, faster than any hybrid you've ever come across. You've never met anyone like him, only heard of rumors, warnings from your parents you should have listened to, a predator that oozed dominance, strength and wickedness. How could you have known?

Jungkook caught you too easily, almost suffocated you when he pounced, your pretty dress soiled and dirt tangled in your hair from your struggle.

You lied frozen in shock and fear when he huffed out loud, growling. A big bad wolf, Jungkook certainly was menacing, with wild hair and heated eyes, he made you feel small. His clawed fingers twist your nipples, pulling as you cry out for help, your palms digging into the earth to steady your shakes. He leans back on his knees, hands touching and groping, claws scratching across your skin in warning,

"Good bunny. You know it's useless to fight me, so be good and turn around for me, yeah?" He pulls at your hips before you can protest.

What choice do you have, but to bare yourself and make it hurt less?

Jungkook takes in your shivering form. He growls lowly, your body was made to be bred, your hips perfect for child-bearing, for gripping when fucking. His sharp claws rip into the seams of your clothes, mounting you quicker than you were prepared for, shoving his cock into you with so much force your legs give out. You scream in pain when he grabs a fistful of your hair, catching your floppy ears in his tight grip too, pushing your head down into leaves and twigs. He yanks your head back with one particularly hard thrust, his brutal pace strong to keep your cries loud.

Despite your pain, your body was hardwired for mating, you were throbbing, stretched around his thick cock. You cried as your cunt clenched around him and pulled him in. He bows his head and inhales your enticing scent, groaning into your neck as his weight drops on you, tongue licking across the sensitive skin under your ear.

You whimper and try not to think about his cock buried inside you, the friction making your body react despite your struggle to stop him.

"You like that, sweet bunny?" he asks, taunting. You shake your head, as much as you can with his fingers digging into your scalp. "Oh, you do." You can hear the delight in his deep rasp.

He chuckles when you whine out, thrusting in faster and harder when you tighten around him. He grabs your wrists again when you try to crawl away, putting you back in place as his hips roll into you deeper. Your rightful place, he thinks.

You are too perfect, and he thinks he might break your legs after this, to keep you with him forever. Jungkook sinks his teeth into the back of your shoulder. You whimper and cry shameful tears, no suiter will want you now, now that you've been used, scented, and marked by a predator.

What will you do?

Your body goes limp, moving back and forth in the stirred up soil as Jungkook fucks you.

The wolf hybrid doesn't need to break your bones after all, he carries you to his den easily without any protest.

This is my first time writing a hybrid story like this I don't know what I'm doing sorry t_t KNJ | KSJ | MYG | JHS | PJM | KTH | JJK | BTS

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Claimed

Summary: While on the run from raiders and their twisted game of hide and seek you get saved in the last minute by a creature you only thought existed in books. You knew you should be scared, yet you could not find it in you as you looked into the warm brown eyes of a wolf that seemed way too human to be a monster, letting him have you and your body, letting him claim you. Waking up in a cabin the next morning you think it was all a dream, wanting to move on until Tommy and Joel Miller find you in that cabin, offering you to stay in a town called Jackson.

Pairing: Werewolf! Joel Miller x fem. reader

Rating: E

Wordcount: 5.4k

Warnings: monster fucking (dub con -> enthusiastic consent; basically she's really into it once she's awake) angst, threats of SA, violence, death, smut (Somnophilia; oral sex f receiving; unprotected sex, knotting, cumplay), successful breeding, so much guilt, fluff, Joel is bad at feelings

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You were cold. Cold and hungry. Exhausted and, most of all, scared. 

You didn’t know exactly how long you had been running. The four men pursuing you had found you and your group a day (or three?) before, had killed everyone except for you, telling you to run for your life after stripping you of most of your clothes. 

Like some sick fucking game. 

Then again, ever since the outbreak, everything seemed to be a game of life and death. It wasn’t long until humanity showed its ugly face, and (mostly) men lived out their sick, primitive fantasies without the fear of any kind of punishment. 

You could hear them outside, laughing and snickering, fantasising about the sick things they would do to you if they found you. How they would decide if you were allowed to stay alive and become their pet, or if they would kill you. 

The sun had set hours ago, the only light source outside the full moon high on the cloudless sky. You were hiding under a trapdoor in a barn that looked like it might collapse the next time it rained. Though if you had to guess, you think it’d snow before it rained. 

It had to be November by now, Wyoming cooling down to a fucking freezer overnight, your teeth clattering as you shivered. 

They had only left you in your shoes and underwear. You had picked up an old jacket as you ran into an abandoned cabin the day before. Then you found a thin blanket that you currently had wrapped around your cold legs, the smell coming from it making it hard to breathe without feeling nauseous. 

Your fingers were wrapped around a rusty piece of metal you had found down here, not really knowing if you’d use it on the raiders or yourself before they got their hands on you. 

Though the thought crossed your mind that you being dead probably wouldn’t stop them from…

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. In your head, you hummed the lullaby your mother used to sing to you whenever you felt anxious as you were growing up. 

You didn’t dream of seeing her again one day anymore. You buried that hope after twenty years of whatever life you had lived since the outbreak. You liked to imagine she had a quick death once things started going downhill. You had been on vacation with your best friend in New York City when it all happened. You still had no idea how you made it out of there alive. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” one of the men mocked you, his voice way too close for comfort. You wrapped a hand over your mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible in hopes he would just move on and leave you here to… probably die from hypothermia. Still a better death than what they had planned. 

You heard the footsteps getting closer before there was an earth-shattering scream outside, followed by growling. 

“What the fuck is going on there? Did the bitch cut your balls off, Clark?” The men who must be standing right above you right now yelled outside. There was a roar followed by a howl outside, and you closed your eyes. 

“Clark? Will?” The man above you called out, but there was no answer. 

“You better not be fucking with me, you assholes,” he said, his footsteps moving away from you. You allowed yourself to release a shuddering breath, pulling the blanket tighter around you. 

Another scream outside, followed by a loud howl, before there was only silence. 

Minutes went by, and you were pretty sure whatever was out there had probably killed the men that were after you. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to risk getting out of your hiding spot to seek shelter somewhere else. Or find another blanket. 

You had no idea how to survive out here on your own. You hadn’t eaten in two days, only barely found something to drink while running. 

Maybe whatever was out there would make your death quick, and you could rest. The thought of getting a good night’s sleep made you sigh as you felt your mind slowly slip into darkness. 

Yet before you could let your mind rest, the trapdoor above you was ripped open, and you jumped, suddenly blinded by how bright the moon illuminated the night. You blinked against the sudden light, gasping when you found a creature looking down at you, big brown eyes fixated on you. 

It was standing on two legs, fur covering the whole body, the teeth sharp, reflecting the moonlight. 

It looked like a wolf. A huge fucking wolf, yet there was something human about it. 

You should have been scared, you should have been screaming, but somehow you didn’t, overcome with the feeling of being safe the longer you looked into its eyes. 

“You’re so pretty,“ you mumbled. “Are you here to kill me?“

The creature’s eyes widened before his massive head shook from side to side, as if saying no. You smiled softly at that. 

“You’re a good doggy,” you sighed, your eyes slipping closed. And you could swear the last thing you heard was an amused roar before your mind slipped into unconsciousness. 

You felt…. Warm. 

You didn’t know the last time you felt warm, which left you to the conclusion that you must have died. 

You were lying on something soft, surrounded by warmth. 

A satisfied moan slipped through your lips in the next moment, still half asleep, and you felt your body shuddering. Your hands ran over your body, your fingers slipping down your stomach before your eyes opened slowly, looking down just in time to see why you woke up, your pussy throbbing as an orgasm rushed through your body, making you arch your back and cry out as you looked between your thighs to find big brown eyes looking up at you. 

You thought you dreamed the wolf you remembered saving you before, but it was him. 

“You’re… You’re real…“ you whispered, your hand hesitantly reaching out, your fingers meeting the soft fur of the animal between your legs. It was real. He was real. The wolf was real, and he was here, and he was…

The wolf seemed to lean into your touch, his eyes seemingly trying to communicate with you, his expression torn before he growled, his eyes closing. 

“Oh shit,“ you whispered, slowly noticing that you were stripped completely naked, big strong and furry arms wrapped around your thighs, keep you lying on the mattress beneath you. 

You should be scared, you know you should. Yet you weren’t. Instead, you felt the safest you ever did. The big nose of the wolf nuzzled against your pussy, and you moaned quietly, your chest heaving as you took a deep breath. 

You should fight, run, scream, yet you wanted more. 

You wanted this creature to own you, to claim you. To be his. It seemed like the only thought in your mind the longer you looked into its eyes.

The wolf kept his dark eyes on yours, his cold nose nuzzling against your pussy until you felt his big tongue lick through your slit. 

“Oh fuck,“ you let yourself fall back down against the ground, the hand that had been touching the wolf coming up to your breast, squeezing it, playing with your nipple, noticing something… sticky on your chest. Bringing your fingers up, looking at them and the creamy substance on your fingers, your eyes found the wolf, finding him watching you intently. 

The long warm tongue kept licking you almost softly, the wet nose rubbing over your clit. 

Keeping your eyes on his, you brought your fingers to your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste it. The wolf growled, his eyes seemingly getting even darker as you tasted what you thought was his cum. You hummed, licking your fingers clean, the wolf’s tongue moving faster, making your legs twitch.

His big claws dug warningly into the soft skin of your thighs, before his tongue forced its way inside your pussy. 

Your lips parted as you cried out in ecstasy, the feeling foreign yet so fucking good as the big tongue of the wolf moved inside of you.

Biting your lips, you tried to keep quiet, panting for air as his tongue brushed over something inside of you that made you cry out in pleasure. 

“There… Fuck… Right there,“ you whined, trying to move your hips under his grip, but he growled, his tongue fixated on that one spot inside of you until you moaned loudly, your whole body shaking as you came hard, soaking the wolf between your legs as you squirted for the first time in your life. 

With your chest heaving, you slumped back against the mattress, panting as you tried to process what just happened. 

The wolf licked you clean softly before his claws let go of your thighs. You opened your eyes, watching him when you felt his tongue licked over your upper thigh, only noticing now that one of his claws must have nabbed your skin, drawing a tiny bit of blood he licked off. 

You were watching him, your eyes widening as the wolf slowly got on his feet, towering above you in his full height. 

He was breathtaking. Literally. 

Your eyes dropped to his cock, leaking with pre cum and standing proudly against his stomach. 

It was… definitely not human. 

It was dark red, at least 9 inches long. You probably could not close your fist around it, the girth was too big. But it was the knot that made you suck in your bottom lip, worrying. 

He was breathing deeply, his eyes fixed on your form, almost pleading to you, but you did not know for what. 

“It’s… It’s okay,“ you whispered, slowly sitting yourself up. It was almost like the wolf was shaking his head. 

“It’s okay. Take what you want.“

The moment those words slipped out of your mouth, Joel knew he had lost the last bit of control he had over his actions. He got on all fours, his face hovering over you and your beautiful eyes. 

You didn’t know the inner fight he had put on for hours since bringing you here. 

Joel was a man who always made more than sure that whatever he did with the person he was with, they were giving him enthusiastic consent before he touched them. 

But right now, Joel wasn’t a man. 

He was a creature of the night, his instincts reduced to his animalistic primal needs. 

He had made you cum twice before you even woke up, high on your taste, wanting more and more. Fuck he had even jerked off, shooting his cum all over your body like the animal he was. 

He’d never fucked anyone in this form before, and while a part of him hated the lack of control he had over how he behaved right now, another part was ready to be inside of you.

“Mhhh….“ he heard you hum, your fingers stroking through his fur, and Joel was sure he’d purr if you continued to touch him. 

But his cock was aching, and you were oh so soft and wet. 

And ready to breed. 

He leaned down, his nose nuzzling against your neck, inhaling you deeply before he looked deep into your eyes, ready to take what was his.

The wolf began to lick your upper body, focusing on your breasts, making you whimper, your fingers pulling on the fur of his arms. Slowly you let your hand slip down your body, your eyes widening when you came in contact with his cock, gasping softly. 

The wolf looked up at you, grunting as you tried to wrap your hand around it, your hand too small.

You felt the wolf lick your cheek, and you looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. 

Taking a deep breath, you laid back, parting your legs for him even wider. 

The wolf was actively looking between your pussy and his claws, and you wondered if the man inside him would be putting his fingers inside of you if he was able to. He closed his eyes as you guided his cock towards your pussy. 

“Try to be gentle, yeah? At least at first…“ you hummed and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes falling shut as the tip of his cock entered you ever so slowly. You stopped breathing. You didn’t know if it was seconds or hours until your pussy was stretched around his hot cock, the knot just outside of your pussy. 

He waited until you relaxed, letting you get used to his size.

The wolf leaned down, his fur brushing against your skin, looking deeply into your eyes before he bottomed out and began to move. His cock slowly dragging through your walls, the foreign shape stretching you out and hitting all the right spots.

You held on to the broad shoulders of the creature fucking you slowly.

“Harder,“ you moaned quietly, trying to move your hips up, but the wolf growled, pinning you against the ground. He stilled inside of you before he pulled out of you. 

Before you could react, he had you turned around, pulling you up so you were on your hands and knees, his cock entering you from behind in one hard thrust, making you cry out. 

He fucked into you deeply, pumping his cock inside you, his claws holding on to your hips, keeping you where he wanted you. 

“Oh fuck,“ you cried out, letting yourself fall down to your elbows, your head falling against the mattress. 

The wolf howled, and you felt his cock throbbing, the pointed tip kissing your cervix, making your legs shake. 

You felt so fucking full, his cock stretching you just right. 

“I’m gonna cum,“ you whined, meeting his thrusts, and you screamed when you came, clenching around his cock. Fucking you through your orgasm, he leaned over your body, his fur brushing over your naked back. Aftershocks of your orgasm were still running through your body when you heard the wolf growl, the cock inside you seemed to get even bigger before he howled, his knot pushing inside of you, filling you with his cum and keeping it inside of you. 

You felt his strong, soft arms wrapping around your middle before he slowly pulled you to your side, his cock still stuck inside of you, steadily filling you with his cum. 

Breeding you. 

You shuddered at the thought, feeling him lick your neck softly, pulling you even closer, keeping you warm.

The last thing you remember thinking before you fell asleep was that you wished you’d known his name…..

When you woke up, you found yourself under a mountain of blankets. Your memory was a little foggy, but you knew someone… or something had saved you. And from the soreness you felt all over your body, you were beginning to think you did not dream of the wolf who had taken you last night. 

Your lips parted as you realised there was a fire cracking in the small fireplace. You sat up, looking down at yourself, noticing that you were now wearing a soft Flannel. You brought the fabric up to your nose, surprised when you found it smelling clean with a hint of… wood. It reminded you of how your uncle had smelled when he returned from his job at the local wood factory. 

“Hello?” You called out, silence meeting you. 

There was a full bottle of what looked like water next to the old sofa you had slept on. Opening the lid carefully, you smelled it, confirming it was water. It could be drugged, your mind provided. But you were too thirsty to care, almost chugging the whole bottle down before slowly pushing yourself up to stand. 

You were wearing thick wool socks, your legs still naked. You brushed your fingers over a mark on your inner thigh.

Confused, you began to explore the room. 

It had been cleared out, but for some reason, you did not think someone actually lived here. There was, however, food on the table. Just a can of old beans and a fork. 

Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the can, your hands gripping the back of the chair that was tucked against the old wooden table. Looking down at your hands, you had grabbed something soft, finding yourself looking at an old, worn pair of sweatpants. 

You began to feel like you were in the twilight zone, waiting for someone to jump out of a corner. 

For him to find you in whatever form he was this morning. 

Sucking your bottom lip in, you looked around again before you slowly slipped your legs into the sweatpants, finding them way too big. But they were warm and soft, and you sighed in relief. 

Which didn’t last long, because you heard voices outside. 

Frantically looking around, you found the rusty piece of metal you had with you when you had hidden the night before, grabbing it. 

You moved behind the door as silently as possible, the voices coming closer. 

“We’re not here to kill you,” someone called out. A man. 

You heard that before. 

“I know you have no reason to trust us. But we’re here to help.”

He could smell her. 

Her and her flowery scent that seemed to drive him to insanity ever since he crossed it two days ago. 

Due to his… other self, his senses were always better than those of an average human, but in the week leading up to the full moon, they seemed to sharpen even further. It was why he and Tommy always went out on their monthly trip to the radio tower that lasted three days when they really just used the full moon to hunt down infected and people who would potentially bring harm to Jackson. 

He had been tracking three men, raiders, their scent full of adrenaline and arousal, when he came across your scent. Frightened, dehydrated, but so flowery and sweet that it was the only thing he could think about. 

Still in his human form, he had seen you, almost naked, running frantically through the woods. Away from them. 

He had kept an eye on you, the animal in him taking over, his urge to protect you taking over. Yet he waited until the next night, his wolf form making him stronger, to take your attackers out one by one, making it as painful as possible. 

And then you were in his arms. Cold, unconscious, yet so so beautiful.

He brought you to the cabin he and Tommy had cleared out the month after he got to Jackson, setting you down on the couch. 

Pulling a blanket over you, he was thankful for the fire Tommy must have lit when he had been here earlier, carefully putting another log of wood into the fire to keep it going. 

Making his way back to you, he was overcome with the urge to have you back in his arms. Carefully, he pulled you against him, and you seemed to seek his warmth, your fingers digging into his fur. 

Looking out, he counted that he had around three hours until the sun came up, and he’d change back to his human form. 

He knew he should have left you there. He should have gone out, leaving you safe and unharmed. 

He wished he could blame everything that happened in the cabin on his wolf side. The wolf side knew he had to have you because you were ready to breed. It’s why you smelled so sweet and irresistible for him. You were ovulating and ready to bear his offspring. But Joel was still inside. He knew what he was doing. And he tried to stop initially, but it was a fight he quickly let himself lose, getting lost in you. And the worst part was he enjoyed every single second. The way you held on to him. The way you tasted. The way you looked when you came. The way you smiled as he pumped you full of his cum, just before you passed out again. 

Joel sighed, following his brother as he approached the house slowly. Joel could smell you. Adrenaline cursing through your veins.

“I’m Tommy, and this is my brother Joel,” Tommy stopped in front of the house, holding his hands up. 

“We come from a community not far from here. We have water, electricity, food…”

Joel’s heart seemed to stop the moment he heard your voice. 

“How do you even know I’m here?” You asked. Tommy’s eyes found Joel’s. 

“We have cameras set up around the patrol route, and we saw you on one of them,” he lied easily. 

Joel and Tommy had talked about what to tell you. Tommy knew from the moment they met up after the moon disappeared, smelling you all over him. 

He did not ask questions when Joel told him they had to go get you from the cabin. 

They both had their fair share of things they weren’t the most proud of, both as humans and werewolves. Tommy knew better than anyone else how hard it was to keep yourself in control when all the monster in you wanted was to claim someone. 

It was how he met Maria.

Thankfully it all turned out for the best in the end, but still, Joel felt like a fucking monster. 

The door opened, and you stepped out carefully, holding up the piece of metal he had found you with last night in front of you. You were wearing his shirt. 

Mine. 

His pants.

Mine. 

He could smell himself all over you. 

Mine. 

He wondered if he was still dripping out of you.

“Cameras? You… You know how I got here?” You asked, your heartbeat quickened. 

Tommy shook his head. 

“No. The cameras only activate once you’re inside the cabin.”

“Oh,” you nodded, hesitating.

“Did you…. See something weird?”

“Just you pretty much passing out,” Tommy lied again. 

“Weird,” you whispered to yourself, but both Joel and Tommy could hear it. 

“So… what do you say? Care to join us?” Tommy asked. 

“I… I should not trust strangers. But these last days have been… I’m still not quite sure how I survived…” you shook your head, your arms hugging yourself. 

“You are welcome to wait out until patrol gets here. My wife will be with them, she’s kind of the leader of our little community,” Tommy said.

Your heartbeat slowed down. 

“You’re married?” She asked with a small smile. Tommy nodded, his smile wide.

“Married and about to become a dad. Well… still a couple months to go, but, yeah.”

You nodded. 

“What about your brother? Joel, was it?” You asked. 

There was something familiar about the broad man standing just behind Tommy. He hadn’t looked at you directly once, but something told you you knew him. 

“It’s complicated,” he said, and a shiver ran through your whole body, hearing his voice. 

You swallowed. 

“I haven’t heard that since college,” you joked. 

“You went to college?” Tommy asked. 

“Yeah. I was 19 when the outbreak happened,” you said. 

“Did anyone make it?” Tommy asked. 

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. 

“Whole family is dead. The people I was with… Raiders killed them before they made me…” you shook your head, missing the way Joel’s whole body stiffened as he tried to control his anger. 

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy said, and you sighed. 

“Well. I should have learned not to get too attached to people. It’s a luxury nowadays to have someone.”

“Maybe you’ll have more luck in our community,” Tommy winked, and you took a deep breath. What other choices did you really have?

You were tired and weak, and maybe you had hallucinated having sex with a… wolf? 

Because if they had cameras inside the cabin and last night really happened… You felt your cheeks growing warm, a throbbing between your legs. 

You looked at Joel again, his eyes now on you. Brown eyes that seemed to look right into your soul, making you part your lips in a gasp.

Was it him?

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, not looking at you again. 

“What do you say, darlin’?” Tommy asked, and you did not miss the way Joel’s head snapped to look at his brother, glaring at him. 

Tommy smirked. 

“I think I would kill for a hot shower,” you said with a small smile.

“When are you gonna stop hovering like a mother hen and go tell her?” Joel almost jumped as he heard his brother’s voice behind him. He was hiding out of sight from you, watching how you helped Maria with some garden work. 

It had been 16 nights since he had you, 15 days since you moved into the house next to his, and it had been pure hell. Being so close to you but not touching you. He took care of you in his own way, from afar. Meals showing up in front of your door, so he was sure you ate. Sending his brother over to fix up the house, because he did not know if he could hold himself back if he was so close to you. 

He had done some reading the day before, not understanding why he felt like this. 

Now, there wasn’t, like, some kind of How to be a Werewolf for Dummies book around, but what he found made him realise that you probably were his mate. He never felt like this before, his body physically hurting when he did not know where you were. 

He wondered if you felt it, too. If you felt the changes…

“Tell her what?” Joel grumbled. 

“You could start with telling her that you’re sorry that you behaved like a dick, then start with explaining to her that once a month you turn into a werewolf and that yes, it was you that fucked her. And then you could congratulate her that she’s pregnant,” Tommy listed, and Joel growled. 

He had known he had bred you the moment he had changed back the morning after, his guilty conscience killing him ever since. 

Not only that he took advantage of you, no, he claimed you, bred you, and it took everything in him not to make you his officially. 

Joel shook his head. 

“She’s gonna hate me. And fuck… A baby? I’m way too old to raise a child…”

“I don’t know, big brother, you’re doing a great job with Ellie. Any kid would be fortunate to have you as their dad,” Tommy said surprisingly softly. 

Joel took a deep breath, watching you wave Maria goodbye as you walked down the street towards home. 

“Okay,” Joel said, straightening his shoulders before he followed you home. 

You were surprised when you came home and did not find food on your doorstep, if you were honest. You had asked Maria if finding food was normal. It wasn’t.

You had a suspicion as to who it was leaving it, but you had not found the confidence to ask him. 

It was like every thought was filled with Joel since you saw his eyes. And even though it sounded insane, you were almost certain that the wolf from the night who claimed you and the man who seemed unable to look into your eyes afterward were the same person. 

He felt familiar, like you knew each other, and it was getting harder each day to not be with him. You had never felt like this before, pining over a man who was not only much older than you but who you had never really talked to before. 

Shaking your head, you stared at your reflection in the mirror before you washed your face. Tomorrow, you would start working at the greenhouse, and you wanted to make a good impression, which was why you decided to go to bed early. 

You were brushing your teeth when you heard a knock on your door. Frowning to yourself, your body buzzing as if it knew who it was, you spit the toothpaste into the sink before you pulled the shirt you had from the cabin over your head and walked towards the door. 

His eyes were on you as you walked over to your door, a nervous flutter in your belly as you slowly pulled the door open. 

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he looked at you, his jaw flexing. 

“Hi Joel,“ you said quietly, your hand wrapped around the side of your door. 

His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you. 

“Can… Can we talk?“ He asked. 

Taken by surprise, you nodded. 

“Would you like to come in?“

He could hear you in your kitchen, cluttering as you prepared him some tea. You had only been in this town, this house, for a week, and it already felt more homey than the house he lived in for the last years. Ever since Ellie moved out, he did not like spending time alone in his house. Something was missing. 

You were missing. 

“I hope you like peppermint,“ you said as you came back into your living room. He didn’t, but he would never tell you. 

“Thank you,“ he said, nervous all of a sudden. 

You sat down on the other side of the couch from him, pulling your legs against your chest as you looked at him. 

“What did you want to talk about?“ You asked. 

He took a moment to think about what to say, not really sure how to start. 

“Is it about the… the night we met?“ he heard you ask carefully, and he turned his head to look at you, surprised. 

“I thought it was a dream at first. How I woke up during the night. I thought I might be losing my mind, but… But I wasn’t, right?“ you asked. 

He took a deep breath, before he shook his head. 

“You weren’t. I.. I saved you. I killed those… monsters, only to…“

He felt your hand on his. 

“Is that why you were ignoring me? Because you…“

“I took advantage of you! You smelled so sweet, and you were so soft… And I usually can control myself, I know what is happening, but I couldn’t around you. I had to… I have to have you. It’s like…. “

“Like you don’t feel whole when you’re not around me? Yeah. That’s how I feel too,“ you said quietly, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

“You do?“

You nodded. 

“You’re not… scared of me?“ he asked.

You giggled, slipping closer to him. 

“Joel, you saved my life, and then you made me cum four times. Was I a little out of it? Maybe. But I don’t regret it.“

“Good… That’s… That’s… good…“ he mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt your warm hand on his cheek, turning his head towards you. 

“You’re so pretty,“ you mumbled, and he chuckled. 

“That’s the first thing you said to me that night,“ and he was still surprised about it. 

“It’s true. It’s… I always knew there was more out there than just us. Well and walking mushrooms that are trying to kill us. And I might have read my fair share of fantasy books.“

“Yeah?“ he asked, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. You nodded. 

“It’s hot,“ you shrugged before you leaned in and kissed him softly. 

He rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in. 

“I have to tell you something else,“ he said. 

“What?“ you whispered. 

“The reason why I couldn’t control myself was because my senses are heightened when I’m in my wolf form. And I… could smell that you were ovulating, which is why everything in my head screaming at me to… breed… you….“

Your lips parted, and he could practically hear you processing what he had just said. 

“And… And…. Would you… Would you know if you bred me?“ you asked. 

He nodded. 

“Then I guess I should tell you that twin pregnancies are common in my family line,“ you said.

He huffed a laugh before he felt you climb into his lab. 

“I think you should take me out on a date,“ you mumbled. 

“Yeah?“

“Yeah,“ you nodded, before you leaned in and kissed him. 

[honestlyboringperson]

The mean gay and the even meaner bisexuals. And Pearl. (Persona 5 AU)

Also I just realized that Scott’s yellow eye is in the wrong socket. Eh, too late.

Southlanders

Team B.E.S.T.

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Scott - “Prism” - The Star Arcana - Dionysus/Sigyn

Sarcastic yet intensely devoted and loyal, Scott is known for his business “Chromia”. He sells dyed goods along with one of a kind clothing, along with the actual dyes themselves. He’s relatively well known throughout town due to his social media presence, and helps the Phantom Thieves with a calling card utilizing social media. Pearl and Scott are notable for their distaste of each other, which differs from their closeness a few years back. According to him, Scott only really joined the Phantom Thieves for his own amusement rather than agreeing with their goals.

Dionysus is Scott’s persona. Dionysus is the god of wine, revelry, orchards, and madness. I mean, Scott did join the phantom thieves for his amusement, so his persona is one of festivities. Another aspect of Dionysus is his Orphic version known as “Zagreus”. If you played Hades, you probably have an idea of who he is. He is the son of Hades and Persephone, and is the god of rebirth. The “rebirth” aspect of Zagreus can refer to the amount of times Scott barely escaped death from SEVERAL people.

Anyways, Scott’s Ultimate Persona is Sigyn, the norse goddess of mercy and compassion, and wife of the trickster god Loki. When Loki was caught and punished after he killed Baldr, he was sentenced to be tied under a venomous snake and have it’s venom fall into his eyes, Sigyn shirked his punishment by placing a bowl or basin above him to catch the venom before it falls into his eyes. However, some venom does get in his eyes when Sigyn goes to empty the bowl and Loki’s pained squirming causes earthquakes.

Pearl - “Carmine” - The Moon Arcana - Little Red/Diana

Pearl is a journalist, who often pulls all-nighters and stake-outs to get her scoops. Although chill and laidback during the night, during the day is a ball of feral neuroticism from the lack of sleep. She often finds herself in odd situations to find her scoops, usually seeking out seedy parts or town to report on the criminal activities. This also led her to meet a strange man covered in sunflowers saying she resembles his god in his religion and some oddball bar performer claiming she pushed him out of some godly realm. She is also one of the Pupil’s victims with false memories implanted in her. In this case, she believes Grian is her younger brother. She owns a little dog named “Tilly”.

Her Persona is Little Red, as in Little Red Riding Hood. More specifically, the version she and the huntsman along with her grandmother feed the wolves rocks after the huntsman cuts them out.It then dies either by drowning in a well where the rocks weigh it down or where the weight is just too much for it to handle and it dies. I mainly chose this for the ✨aesthetics✨, with a red cloak and giant terrifying wolf. I suppose it could represent the two sides of Pearl; the chill and laidback Pearl during the night and the feral (albeit kind of sad) and sleep deprived Pearl during the day.

Anyways, her Ultimate Persona is Diana, the Roman goddess of nature, hunters, wildlife, and the moon. She’s often equated with Artemis, but also has an association with Hecate, god of witchcraft due to both of them having crossroads under their dominion. Pearl could theoretically have any of these goddesses, due to their themes aligning with Pearl during Double Life where she goes kind of stir crazy and lonely. Heck, Hecate is even accompanied by a procession of dogs.

Cleo - “Ghoul” - The High Priestess Arcana - Bloody Mary/Durga

A sculptor known for her ornate, detailed, and beautifully haunting sculptures. She was one of the first people that managed to befriend Etho, most likely due to her similarly intimidating aura. She is roommates with Joe Hills, a strange man who often speaks through a puppet on his hand. She had to become more intimidating due to people with less than favourable intentions often flock to prodigy artists. However, if you have her back, she’ll have yours and will always make sure she fulfills a promise or repays a favour.

Her persona in the metaverse is Bloody Mary. She’s most known for her urban legend, where you can summon her via going into a dark room (usually a bathroom) with only a candle and reciting her name three times. Although there are several different origins she may have had, this version is specifically Mary Worth. She was a woman who lived in the woods who was accused of witchcraft. She was burning on the stake when she cursed the village, resulting in the vengeful ghost we know today.

Durga is the Hindu goddess of protection, strength, motherhood, destruction, and wars. She has the ability to unleash divine wrath on those who oppress and is often depicted riding a lion or tiger wielding multiple weapons and fighting demons. Cleo is both someone able to intimidate those into avoiding her and protecting her allies, represented by the combination of the aspects Durga represents. Also the motherhood aspect is calling back to when she was part of the c(l)ockers as the “mom”.

Gem - “Satyr” - The Strength Arcana - Atalanta/Freyja

Gem, although she may not look or act like it, is a former mercenary. She is retired, but not after making herself known through her feats of strength and her near inhuman fighting abilities. As of today however, she spends her days working as a lyricist and LARPing with her friends, as well as regularly bugging Etho. She can crush apples with her bare hands and is both well liked and feared by the rest of the phantom thieves.

Her initial persona is Atalanta, a famed hunter from Greek mythology. She was raised by bears and is the slayer of the Calydoanian Boar after Artemis wasn’t honoured with a sacrifice. She was also possibly a member of the Argonauts, where she fought along side them at the battle of Clolchis. She was a rare example of a female Greek hero in the frat house of the rest of the Greek heroes.

Her Ultimate Persona is Freyja, the Norse god of love, beauty, fertility, war, and gold. She and Odin equally spilt the soldiers who died in war into two halls, one belonging to Freyja. She wears a necklace called “Brísingamen”, obtained through trickery but was broken when she got so wrathful, the hall shook. Thor utilized said necklace to disguise as her to steal back his hammer Mjolnir.

[silvercloverr5]

Can I pls request some really fluffy headcanons about married life with lupin pls?❤️‍🩹 maybe with a reader who can’t keep her hands off him (but in a fluffy way, like she just likes to feel him near, so there’s a lot of hand holding, holding onto his arm, hugging/cuddling, etc.) and he doesn’t complain bc he’s a big sweetheart and is exactly the same.

Thank you so much💞💕

Ofc u can my love!!! Sorry it took me a while to get to this, Here u go <3

Married life headcanons ~ R.J.L

Sometimes, after marriage, couples get sick of each other and get less and less affectionate as time goes on. That did NOT happen with you and Remus. I think I’ve said before that Remus is hesitant to cuddle anyone at first, the only people he trusts being Sirius, James and Peter.

I imagine that when Remus began to trust you, it was also the moment he solidified in his mind that he was going to marry you some day. It was after a full moon, his body sore and broken, James was getting a little bit too boisterous, and you snapped at him with a protective tone Remus had never heard you use before. Your hand was on his thigh, and he swore he felt his brain turn into mush. That was when he knew. Sirius was the only one who noticed the changing sparkle in his vacant eyes. He smirked knowingly, watching his best friend’s uncharacteristically wide eyes envision his future with you.

I think after the wedding, you two slept together. It was passionate, and he kept growling “mine..” over and over. Even the wolf in him claimed you as his and his only. The boy was in love. You fell asleep slumped over his chest while he used one hand to hold his book and one to pet your hair. Once he finished reading, he spent 20 minutes or so gazing at your peacefully sleeping form. You looked like an angel; you were an angel in his eyes. Tears glided down the scarred apples of his cheeks, and he didn’t even bother to wipe them away. He vowed to look after you always: you were his now. Always.

He didn’t fail to notice your everyday clinginess. It overwhelmed him at first, not being used to physical affection at all, but soon, he found himself seeking it out. When you sat beside him on the sofa, if you weren’t immediately all over him, he soon learned to shuffle closer to you until you gave in and smothered him. One of your arms was always wrapped around him. Your pinkie was always linked with his. If it wasn’t that, it was your hands. You loved to always be touching him. He swears he falls in love again every time you cuddle up to him to fall asleep.

He really is just a big sap. One night, you agreed to a movie night with the marauders, and couldn’t hold back from nuzzling under Remus’s chin again. He pet your back, unable to hold back his lovesick smirk. “God, can you two tone down the PDA?” Sirius joked with a huge teasing grin. “Wait, no, let me join in.” He said, leaping into the cuddle and nuzzling his head into Remus’s neck on the other side. “Hey! Stop trying to steal my boyfriend, pads!” You cried, swatting at him with a genuine smile. “Hey, hey! Watch the hair, girl!” He yelps, jumping up, laughing. Remus just sits there, grinning and thinking that if he died right now, he’d die happy.

All of the trauma and turmoil he’d endured in his painful lifetime, all of it was worth this sense of safety, happiness and satisfaction that this all gave him. He had his best friends brothers, he had you.

He had you. Remus Lupin was satisfied with the outcome of his life, and with you and Sirius bickering in the background, James laughing, a smile splitting Remus’ beautiful features, he prayed nothing would ever change again.

~~~

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[changingplumbob]

CW: Low level sim spice, Language - Guide to content warnings

One morning Glenn found a most unexpected set of visitors at his door. Not caring to find out how easily they could smash his door down he went outside to greet the twins.

Glenn: Now to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit

Jackson: *snickering* Coleman needs tips on doggy style

Coleman: Shut up! You're just mad I scored that hot blonde last night

Jackson: I don't care. I got the-

Glenn: Newsflash! I don't care either

Jackson grunted angrily while Coleman snickered.

Glenn: Why are you here

Jackson: *sighs* Henri is going on a trip

Glenn: A trip?

Coleman: Over to Europe to see all his old pals

Jackson: And probably fuck his way into not paying for accommodation

Glenn: Wait, is this about the baking festival he mentioned?

Coleman: Well he said baking but we all know that's code for getting laid

Glenn: Pretty sure it isn't. He does genuinely love his baking

Jackson: Maybe. Anyway we're here to...

Glenn: Yes?

Coleman: That is we need to...

Glenn: Yes?

Jackson: Well, Phoebus has said-

Coleman: Yes Phoebus said-

Glenn: Just spit it out

Jackson: *snickering* Oh no man, I swallow

Glenn: *sighs* If you two are done wasting my time-

Coleman: No Glenn, wait. We need a favour

Jackson: And we're not great at asking for help

Glenn: No shit

Coleman: Phoebus doesn't want us by ourselves for a fortnight

Jackson: He doesn't trust us to not blow shit up

Coleman: Or muck with Henri's potion cupboard

Glenn: So you need... a babysitter?

Jackson: No!

Coleman: Shut up dude we do

Glenn: And if I say no?

Jackson: Then we have to ask one of the girls

Coleman: And we don't want to do that

Glenn: Not even Miranda?

Jackson: She had to look after us enough growing up

Coleman: She's done her time

Glenn: But I haven't?

Jackson: Oh come on Glenn. Please don't let us get saddled with Drusilla as a house guest for a fortnight

Coleman: You know what they're like

Jackson: They'll turn us into toads or something claiming it's the easiest way of looking after us

Glenn: I mean I can see how they would come to that opinion

Coleman: Oh come on man, are you going to make us beg

Glenn: No but I would have some conditions

Jackson: We're not sleeping with you

Glenn: *ignoring him* No more picking on Silver

Coleman: We don't pick on him

Glenn: You make fake howling noises when you spot him to see if he howls back

Jackson: That's just us helping him keep his skills sharp

Glenn: You asked him if he dances naked under the full moon

Coleman: Well humans didn't get that myth from spellcasters so they had to get it from somewhere

Glenn: You asked him if we woohoo when he's in wolf form

Jackson: Now that was a genuine question

Coleman: We are actually curious if werewolves do that

Glenn: Gentlemen, you want my help? You respect my boyfriend

Jackson: Can't we just respect you

Coleman: It would be much easier

Glenn: Nope. No more comments about doggy style. Treat him properly

Jackson: But we don't even treat you properly

Glenn: By all means, say no. I'm sure you'll enjoy your fortnight as toads

Coleman: Fine. We'll behave

Jackson: Yeah, total angels

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[bubuslutty]

Wolf in sheep’s clothing

Pairing: werewolf!fem reader x werewolf!john price

word count: 715

Tags: werewolf au, smut, m masturbation, cum marking poc friendly, no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, proof read by me

Warnings: minors do not interact!

Summary: John jerks off right in his lamb’s underwear, and she spends the rest of her day with her underwear stained by him.

a/n: this is nasty and i have no excuses. Stop looking at me.

Price’s the alpha of their pack, carrying out many responsibilities on his shoulders and pack. So, it’s not unusual to see him frustrated or agitated under the pressure once in a while. He will somehow grow bigger in size, his back hunching, his shoulders getting closer to his ears and his breathing picking up, gums aching under his fangs.

He’s a force to be reckoned with, especially when he’s really pissed.

And few things can tame the beast trapped in his ribcage, gnawing at him from the inside out, trying to howl, growl and rip apart the flesh of anyone who dares to shake him up.

One of the few things that can manage to knock back the mean beast inside his head, away from the front of his consciousness is his pretty little lamb. She’s a wolf wearing sheep’s clothing, really. She has sharp teeth, and claws to match. And her eyes match the shades of the moon during cursed nights, just like all of her mates, and this includes john price.

She smells him before she even knocks on his office door, reeking frustration and an urge to dig his teeth in warm flesh. But she hasn’t come to sacrifice herself, to offer herself to the beast, to be chewed and spat back out.

Price’s pretty lamb walks around his desk, pretty as stars and the moon, wearing a simple shirt and short skirt over her hips with a pair of socks. She looks cosy, comfortable and smells like home.

He suddenly wants to bite for a whole other reason, not to destroy but to claim and taste. She makes him hungry and he can’t focus on any measly papers spread out in front of him on his desk. His fingers itch to dig themselves into her flesh and for his nose to bury itself in the crook of her neck.

And she doesn’t say anything. She smiles at him, a friendly, loving, innocent smile even. And her fingers reach down to her skirt and lift it up.

Price’s heart jumps up his throat and then down to where his cock is swelling.

Then, with her other hand, she tugs the waistband of her panties away from her skin, and he’s now looking at the curve of her pretty cunt. And she’s looking at him expectantly, gazing at him with stars and sin in her eyes.

She doesn’t have to say anything.

She doesn’t have to ask him anything because Price knows what she wants.

He gulps and stands up, towering over her smaller frame, and wraps one veiny hand around himself. She smiles at him and looks at him like he hung the sun and the moon in the sky with his own hands.

And how can he deny his pretty girl anything?

Price jerks himself furiously over the opening of her panties, wet and filthy, the sounds are the only thing that could be heard in his quiet office, along with his grunts and gasps.

When he cums, his dick jerks and his spend ends up on her lower stomach, the curve of her pussy, catching on the curly hairs and the fabric of her panties, but most of it ends up in the little pocket she made him.

She smells satisfied, his mate smells happy. She smells like she everything John loves and hates at the same time. She smells like wild flowers, rain, and everything that makes him appreciate living, but also like sweet liquor, caffeine and nicotine in one addictive pretty package, slowly killing him.

His lamb and love let go of her panties, the waistband smacking against her perfect skin and there was a filthy wet stain on their front, sticking to her pussy lips. She giggles, stands on her tiptoes and kisses him on the side of his mouth, then on his chin, over his beard.

She fixes her skirt and turns around, skipping out of his office like a dream, like a fae straight out of his darkest dreams.

And John shudders, cock still sticking out of his trousers, heavy, wet and dripping, and realises his lamb is about to spend the rest of her day with her pussy drenched in his cum, in his claim.

John can’t breathe and he loves her so much.

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The Witching Hour: A Teen Wolf Rewrite

Hi! My name is AJ and I am an aspiring writer. This is my first ever work on this site, and one of my first ever written pieces, so please be kind! I always want to improve my writing and story so suggestions will be considered! :) I also don't know how to tag this properly, so if any are incorrect or if I should add more, let me know!! I will try to keep updates consistent, but I am a senior in high school, so please be patient! This work is just for fun and is just a silly little project I'm doing for my enjoyment, so if you don't like it, don't read it! I'm going to be dividing each episode into 2-3 parts, and I will be ATTEMPTING to go through the entire series and the movie. There will be multiple love interests that feature different tropes, etc. NOT BETA READ OR PERFECT BY ANY MEANS!!

I do not own Teen Wolf or any Teen Wolf properties, this is merely for fun, all characters from Teen Wolf belong to like Jeff Davis or the creators of the show thx bye

This work will be mostly canon-compliant and include many scenes from the show. However, some scenes will be cut, due to their lack of relevance to Anni. Direct quotes from the show will be used as this is a rewrite. Some stuff is also from the official transcript. Some time differences will change for the sake of the protagonist. For the sake of storytelling, Beacon Hills High is 8th-12th grade. Also, Lydia's involvement with the story and the characters (namely Stiles) will be altered to allow Anni to be involved. Don't worry she's still in! She will just be a minor/recurring character instead of a main one. My face claim for Anni is Samantha Logan (once she gets older), except she has green eyes. Now, without further ado, my Teen Wolf Rewrite!

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Season 1 Episode 1 (Part 1): Wolf Moon

Anni was going to scream. The short-tempered girl was currently trying to get her much needed beauty rest, but all she could hear was her brother’s stupid loud ass rock music. God, could these walls be any thinner? Anni thought, rubbing her eyes and shoving her face into her pillow. The song suddenly dissolved into a drum solo and Anni threw the pillow across her room in frustration, groaning loudly. Just as she was about to grace her darling brother with her fuming presence, the music stopped. Anni waits for a tick, standing next to her door frame, prepared for it to start again. Two minutes pass, and no sound is heard from Scott’s room. She lets out a relieved sigh and jumps headfirst back into her bed. Tucking herself under the blanket, she snuggles into her pillow, her eyes falling shut as she falls into unconsciousness…and then she hears the screams of two idiot teenage boys.

“God fucking dammit, Scott!” She screams, once again, tossing her poor pillow across the room. Stomping out of her room and down the stairs, she walks out onto her porch and sees her brother dearest and his partner in crime.

“Can you be a little mindful of others, for once, Scott? Maybe don’t blast your shitty ass rock music at 11 PM for ALL OTHER MEMBERS OF THIS HOUSEHOLD TO HEAR ?! Especially those whose room is right next to yours, and have extremely thin walls!” Anni growls in frustration, and then turns on Stiles who is still hanging upside down from the trellis, “And you…! This is not your house, Stiles. Why are you here?”

Scott opens his mouth to bite back at his little sister and defend his questionable music taste, but Stiles beats him to it.

“Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-they’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.”

Scott frowns, “For what?”

Stiles, looking way too excited for what he’s about to announce, reaches up to pull himself free of the trellis, landing on his feet in front of the McCall siblings.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods,” Stiles states, barely containing his glee.

Anni’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open slightly. Nothing ever happens in Beacon Hills. The last “major” crime that happened was some gas station getting robbed of 37 bags of flamin’ hot Cheetos two years ago. Scott continued to look confused.

“Wait, seriously?” Anni said as Scott asked, “What, a dead body?”

Anni rolled her eyes at her older brother’s stupidity, as Stiles reached up and leaned on the railing to look at Scott at eye level with a sarcastic expression.

“No, a body of water, Scott. Yes, dumbass, a dead body!” Stiles exclaimed as Scott looked a bit unnerved about this news while Stiles climbs over the railing to get onto the porch.

“Thank God I’m adopted,” Anni mumbles, as Scott shoots her a glare, and Stiles snorts.

Scott turns back to Stiles, his grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hand.

“You mean, like, murdered?” Scott said as Anni leaned against the porch railing next to him.

“Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on,” Anni began, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, “If they found the body, then what are they looking for?”

Scott nods in agreement with his sister and looks back at Stiles who breaks into a grin.

“That’s the best part-they only found half.”

Anni pushes herself off the rail of the porch, standing up straight, her mind racing. No way she’ll be going to sleep now.

Scott still looks hesitant, but Stiles says, “We’re going,” in a tone that makes it clear that Scott doesn’t have a say in what happens next.

The two boys rush off the porch, heading in the direction of Stiles’ Jeep, about to climb into the car. Anni rushes after them, grabbing Scott’s arm.

“Wait! I’ll come too,” she says, trying to match the tone of finality Stiles had used with Scott before, to convince them to let her go.

“No,” both boys said immediately, without even a second thought or a glance at Anni.

Anni scoffs, grabbing onto the open window on the passenger side of the Jeep.

“Why not?! I wanna see the dead body too, ya know! You guys never let me come!” she huffs, examining how big the passenger window was and if she was fast enough to crawl into it without Scott throwing her out.

“It’s way too dangerous,” Stiles said, starting up the car, “And besides, you’re a little too young for this kind of action. You’re only 14.” Scott nods in agreement, attempting to pry Anni’s fingers off the open window.

“You guys are only two years older than me! And what kind of protection do you guys have that I don’t?! If there’s a murderer out there, you guys will get just as murdered as me!”

“Nuh-uh,” said Stiles, in a very mature way.

“Yuh-huh,” responded Anni, equally as mature.

The two went back and forth for a while, until Scott said, “Okay, that’s enough! Anni, you’re not coming! I’m not letting you go out into the woods in the middle of the night to hunt for a corpse. Pretty sure I would win Worst Big Brother of the Year if I did that.”

Anni huffed, clenching her hands into fists.

“Fine! If you won’t let me come then I’ll…I’ll tell Mom!”

Scott narrowed his eyes at Anni, looking her up and down.

“You wouldn’t.”

Anni attempts to hold his glare but loses the battle after a moment.

“Okay, fine, yeah, I won’t, but you guys suck!” Anni sighs, cursing herself for not being snitch.

Scott grins at Anni, patting her on the head, which she swats away.

“We’ll be back later tonight, or tomorrow morning. Go sleep!”

Anni shoots a withering glare at her brother and Stiles and says, “I hope you guys get lost in the woods and die.”

“Aw, America’s sweetheart, aren't you?” Stiles says sarcastically, pulling out of the driveway, as Scott laughs.

Anni flips him off, and stomps inside, closing the door behind her. She watches as the Jeep peels out of the driveway and drives down the street, making a left at the end of the road.

She sighs, bringing her hand up to run through her curls, and begins to walk up the stairs to her room. She enters, shuts the door, and then collapses on her bed. She stares at the ceiling for a moment, before rolling onto her side and facing the wall. Anni shuts her eyes, trying to fall asleep. Just as she is about to lose consciousness, her eyes fly open and begin to glow bright emerald green. Flashing images fill her vision. Stiles’ Jeep, Sheriff Stiliniski, Scott lying on the forest ground, flashlights, and what looks like a wolf, but…almost humanoid? Suddenly, the visions stop. Her eyes return to their normal shade of sage green, and Anni immediately reaches up to rub her eyes. What the actual fuck. Anni glances around her room for a few moments and then looks at the clock on her nightstand. Midnight it reads. I must be more sleep-deprived than I thought, Anni thinks. She lays back down, shutting her eyes. Alright, maybe 3rd time’s the charm. She takes a deep breath and lets the land of dreams take her for the night.

..

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep-!

Anni groans and swings her arm in the general direction of her bedside table until she hits the snooze button on her alarm clock. Without opening her eyes, she stretches and groans even louder. She sucks in a deep breath and sits up on her bed. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes sliding out of bed, and stumbles her way to the bathroom. Turning on the light, she faces the mirror, observing her morning reflection. Her curls were flying every which way, her under-eyes darkened with eye-bags, and sniff may need a shower. Anni glances at the clock on the wall, checking how much time she has before she needs to dash out the door. It reads 6:40. 20 minutes, Anni thought, okay, I can take a quick shower.

Anni quickly undresses, grabs her loofah, and all her hair products, and hops in the shower. She finishes quickly, drying off, and plugs in her diffuser. She teases her curls, letting them stay down, rather than do any intricate hairstyle. She squeezes the last of her toothpaste on her toothbrush, making a mental note to tell Scott to get more, and begins to brush. She peeks at the clock, the time being 6:55. She spits, puts her toothbrush back, and runs downstairs.

Anni rushes to the kitchen, looking for something to eat quickly. She opens the fridge and finds nothing, going to close the door until she sees something metal on the fridge door. She picks it up and sees that it’s Scott’s house keys. Rolling her eyes, she puts them in her pocket, opens the cabinet to grab a pop tart and scarf it down.

“SCOOOOOOTTT!” Anni yells, her mouth full of pop-tart, “LET’S GO WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

As Anni tugs her Docs on, Scott comes rushing down the stairs, tugging his shirt over his head. He grabs his bag and looks around wildly for his keys.

Anni turns, “Looking for your keys? I got them, let’s go,” and turns to open and walk out the door.

“I told you to stop touching my shit, Anni!” Scott grumbles, following after her and shutting the door behind him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you wanted your keys cool, sire,” Anni says sarcastically, tossing the keys to Scott, who catches them at the last second.

“What are you talking about?” Scott asks, as the two walk to the side of the house to grab their bikes.

“You left your keys in the fridge from…whenever you came back,” Anni said, squinting at her brother suspiciously.

Scott blinked, “I did…? I didn’t even… never mind. Thanks, I guess.” He grabbed his bike handles, and began walking it to the pavement.

Anni furrowed her brows and grabbed her bike and did the same. As Scott was about to start pedaling, Anni put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Okay, what’s your problem? What happened last night? Why are you so out of it?” she asked, stepping in front of his bike.

Scott shook his head, “Nothing. Nothing happened. I just got lost, that’s all.”

“‘I just got lost’? As in you were alone? Stiles left you?” Anni frowned, trying to meet Scott’s shifty eyes. “Hey, look at me! Tell me the truth. What the fuck is going on with you?!”

Scott swallowed and lifted his shirt, showing the white bandage covering the bite mark he received the previous night. “Stiles didn’t mean to leave me,” he said, “He got caught by his Dad and didn’t rat me out, so I just started to head home. But, I got lost, and then these deer ran out, and I fell, and something bit me, and…I don’t know. I’m just tired. And I feel weird.”

Anni’s face twisted in concern as she peered down at the bite mark, experimentally poking it. Scott hissed and slapped her hand away. “Sorry,” Anni said sheepishly, “Maybe you should get it checked out. What if you, like, got rabies or some shit?”

“Rabies?” Scott questioned, “I would be foaming at the mouth by now.”

“Well, I don’t know, man! I’m not a doctor! Maybe ask Deaton about it or something.”

“Deaton? My boss Deaton? He’s a vet, Anni. I’m not a dog!”

Anni smirked, “Could’ve fooled me. You sure do act like one. And smell like one too,” she said, playfully holding her nose, “Ugh! Take a shower or something, dude!”

Scott rolled his eyes, and shoved Anni to the side, beginning to pedal down the road. “Thanks for the two seconds of genuine concern,” he said sarcastically, “It was almost touching.”

Anni hopped on her bike and began following him as they started down towards their school.

“Hey! I’m still pissed at you, you know! I hate when you leave me out when you go off to do cool things! I like dead bodies too!” Anni huffs, glaring at her brother biking next to her.

“Oh, great, Stiles has finally rubbed off on you. Glad you like corpses, NiNi,” he grumbles, “And, oh, I’m sorry, did you want to get bitten by some freak animal in the woods? My bad, next time I’ll make sure you get that opportunity,” Scott says dryly.

The two continue bickering as they enter the school parking lot and leave their bikes at the bike rack. Scott takes his helmet off, and is about to argue back to Anni, when he’s hit with a car door from behind, stumbling forward slightly. He looks behind him, frowning, to see Jackson Whittemore in all his asshole glory. Anni peeks out from behind Scott to see who it is and rolls her eyes once she takes in the silver Porsche. She takes her helmet off, and rests it on her handlebars, stepping onto the sidewalk. Jackson steps out of his car, eyeing Scott, and slams his car door shut.

“Dude! Watch the paint job,” he says, shoulder-checking Scott, who sports an expression of bewilderment. Jackson looks to the right, and spots Anni. He looks her up and down and smirks, licking his lips. “Hey mini McCall,” he says, sauntering over to her, “How was your summer?” He grins and throws an arm around her shoulders.

Anni’s face morphs into disgust and pushes Jackson’s arm off of her. Scott steps forward, moving to defend his sister, but Anni puts her hand up to stop him, wanting to deal with it herself.

“It was much better before you got here,” Anni said dryly, shoulder-checking Jackson as she walked closer to the school entrance. Jackson quickly followed, glaring at Scott as he passed him, stepping in front of Anni, and forcing her to stop.

���Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that, babe,” he drawled, “You know I was just joking around with Scotty over there. A little friendly fire between teammates. Nothing to worry your pretty, little head about.” He smirked and patted her head. “C’mon, you doing anything after school today? I’ll take you for a ride, and then maybe…you could ride something else, huh?” he grinned.

Anni fixed Jackson with a glare that could kill God, while Scott looked straight-up murderous. “You’re disgusting,” Anni hissed, batting his hands away from her, “You’re an asshole and I’m not interested. Oh, wait, sorry. Do I need to dumb that down for you? I’ll spell it out for you,” she smirked, “N-O-T I-N-T-E-R-E-S-”

Cutting her off, Jackson huffed, “Fine. Be a bitch, what do I care? You just lost your chance.” He goes to say something else, but he’s called by one of his friends and stalks off.

Anni faces Scott again, and shivers in disgust. “God, I hate that guy!” she says, “I’ve never met someone as entitled as he is. It’s a talent.”

Scott nods in agreement, slinging his arm around his sister’s shoulders and walking them both toward Stiles. “You okay, though? Glad you handled it yourself, but I could’ve stepped in.”

“Yeah, I’m good. I just wanna move on at this point,” Anni says as the siblings approach Stiles, who is standing under a tree waiting for them. Scott nods, and Stiles walks his way over to them.

“Okay, let’s see this thing,” Stiles says, as Scott pulls up his shirt to show Stiles the bite mark which is covered in gauze and tape that has a small amount of blood leaking through. “Ooh,” he says, making a face, as he pokes the bandage.

“Woah!” Scott exclaims, flinching at his touch, “What is it with you two poking my wounds?”

“Wait,” Anni said, narrowing her gaze at the boys, “You told Stiles about what happened and not me? You just lent this information out to him, and I had to practically drag it out of you this morning!” Anni snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

The two boys look at each other sheepishly, feeling slightly bad. Scott rubs his hand over his neck and says, “Well…I told him last night. And…you were asleep. So…”

Anni rolled her eyes at his shitty excuses and deep breathed. “Whatever, let’s just drop it. But, going forward, you need to tell me shit like this okay? Mom would kill me if I knew that you snuck out and you ended up with rabies.”

“Okay, for the last time, I don’t have rabies! And if I did happen to have it, I’d be thrilled to learn that your only concern would be getting grounded,” he snapped back, “Anyway, it was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

Anni raised her brows, recalling the strange incident that happened the other night. The wolf…Scott alone in the forest…him falling…could it be…real? No. No, it can’t be. That’s impossible. It was probably her worry about her brother infecting her dreams or something…but she wasn’t exactly asleep then, was she? A scoff interrupted her thought, as she snapped her head up to Stiles who was looking at Scott in disbelief.

“A wolf bit you?” Stiles said incredulously.

“Uh-huh,” Scott said, raising an eyebrow at his friend’s strange reaction.

Stiles shakes his head and gives him a look that says he thinks Scott is being dense. Scott knows this look well, as he receives it frequently from both Stiles and his sister.

“No, not a chance,” Stiles said matter-of-factly.

“I heard a wolf howling,” Scott said confused.

“No, you didn’t,” Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. The trio started walking closer to the school entrance, as the bell was going to ring soon.

“What do you mean, ‘No, I didn’t?’ How do you know what I heard?” Scott said, frustrated.

“Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.”

The trio stop on the staircase as Scott and Stiles begin bickering again and Anni thinks about this new information. I guess if there are no wolves then…there’s no way what I saw could be true, right? I was probably just really, really sleep-deprived. Anni blinks out of her thoughts and focuses on the two boys in front of her.

“Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body,” Scott said, grinning at his best friend and sister.

Both Anni and Stiles jolt at this, whipping to face each other and exchanging a look in excitement. They both grab onto Scott’s arms, shaking him energetically.

“You-are you kidding me?” Stiles asked enthusiastically.

“No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“Oh, god, that is freakin’ awesome! I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since-” Stiles cuts himself off, as the Queen Bee Lydia Martin walks towards the trio. “-Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look-” Stiles once again cuts himself off as Lydia walks right past Stiles, completely oblivious to the fact that he is talking to her. “-Like you’re gonna ignore me…”

Anni and Scott attempt to hold in their laughter as their friend shoots and completely misses. “Someone should tell that girl that her boyfriend is flirting with other girls openly,” Anni said, exchanging a look with Scott.

Stiles whips around, grabbing Anni by the shoulders. “What? How do you know Jackson’s trying to cheat on Lydia?” he says as he slightly shakes Anni by her shoulders.

Anni lightly shoves Stiles’ hands off her shoulders with an amused expression on her face. “Uh, because he just tried to flirt with me,” Anni says matter-of-factly, “I obviously shot him down because he’s a disgusting pig, so I just feel bad for Lydia for having to put up with it. She could get any guy in the school, but for some reason, she chooses fucking Jackson Whittemore.”

Scott nods in agreement, but Stiles is left staring at Anni with his mouth agape. “Wait…Jackson Whittemore flirted with…you?” he asks incredulously.

“Um, yeah?” Anni said, confused at Stiles’ change in tone.

Stiles makes a face like he was physically hurt by Jackson’s actions. Anni continues to look confused at his reaction, as it seems to be more directed towards her than Lydia. She glances over at Scott who doesn’t seem to look confused at all. In fact, he looks like he knows something the other two don’t know at all… Anni opens her mouth to comment, but the bell rings and cuts her off. Stiles shakes his head like he was in a daze, and then looks toward Scott.

“You’re the cause of this, you know,” Stiles says to Scott, narrowing his eyes at him. The boy in question just rolls his eyes and begins leading his friend and sister into the building.

“Uh-huh,” Scott says, already beginning to tune Stiles out.

“Draggin’ me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-nerded by you,” Stiles says, almost walking into a pole.

Anni snorts and tugs Stiles away from the evil pole. The trio stops as they enter the building, each of them taking out their schedules. Scott and Stiles have English together first, while Anni has Algebra first.

“I’ll see you two later. I’ll be in the bleachers at your practice. Try not to eat shit!” Anni waves as she leaves, grinning at the two boys, who roll their eyes at her and leave for their class.

..

The lacrosse team has gathered on the lacrosse field, where the players are warming up by passing the ball back and forth as other students congregate in the bleachers to watch the team play. Anni climbs up to the middle of the bleachers, sitting in front of Lydia and a brown-haired girl. She places her bag down to take out her notebook and begins doing some homework. Lydia and the unknown girl chat quietly behind her.

Anni looks up briefly to survey the practice in front of her and notices Scott as the goalie. A smirk crosses her face and she shuts her notebook. Scott’s never played goalie. This will be fun to watch, she thought. She takes her phone out of her pocket and gets ready to record some grade-A blackmail material.

Anni looks to the line of players to see who’s up first. Noticing that it’s Jackson, Anni groans and shuts off her phone, too annoyed by him to even record. Behind her, she hears Lydia and the girl talk about Scott.

“Who is that?” the brown-haired girl asks, looking at her friend.

“Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?” Lydia responds, twirling her hair around her finger disinterested.

Anni turns around to face the two and looks up at the girl with the brown hair. “He’s Scott,” she says, “He’s my brother. Scott McCall.”

The girl blushes at being heard, while Lydia is seemingly distracted with her nails. “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t talking bad about him, or anything,” the girl says, “I’m just new here. Trying to make some friends. He’s in my English class.”

Anni nods and smiles at the girl, “Cool. I’m Anni. Or, technically Anathema, but nobody calls me that.” She grins and reaches her hand up for the girl to shake.

The girl smiles back and shakes her hand, introducing herself, “I’m Allison. Everyone just calls me…Allison,” she says with a small smirk. Anni laughs and Allison grins. Anni moves up next to her and nudges her shoulder.

“I think they’re starting,” Anni says, jutting her chin in the direction of the field. Both girls turn to face the practice, watching the players with keen eyes. The assistant coach blows the whistle, and Jackson scoops up the ball with his crosse, preparing to throw it at the goal (or more like right into Scott.) Anni looks over at the goalie’s net and sees Scott having some sort of fit and covering his ears. She narrows her eyes in confusion making a move to stand up, but Jackson throws the first ball, hitting Scott right on his helmet. He falls back from the impact.

“Oooh…” Allison and Anni grimace, looking down at Scott in concern.

“Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!” Jackson calls out, smirking as he walks to the back of the line. Anni rolls her eyes and flips Jackson off when he makes eye contact with her. Lydia huffs at this, fixing Anni with a glare that the girl willfully ignores. Anni reverts her vision to the main field as Scott stands up with a determined look on his face.

The next player tosses the ball towards him, and Scott catches it easily, to the point where he’s visibly stunned that he was able to do so. This sentiment is shared by the rest of his teammates, including Stiles, and his sister. Stiles lets out a little “Yeah!” and Anni whoops and claps. The second, third, fourth, and fifth shots are caught by Scott just as easily. Coach stares down at Scott with his mouth hanging wide open, unable to believe his eyes. Anni grins, clapping for her brother once more. Allison sends a small smile to Scott with a nod of her head, and even Lydia seems impressed by his skill.

“He seems like he’s pretty good,” Allison said, watching Scott intently.

“Yeah, very good,” Lydia responded truthfully, dropping her mean-girl act for a moment.

Anni grins at the two girl’s discussion, looking away from them and making eye contact with Scott. She mouths ‘nice one’, making him blush slightly, looking over at the two girls fawning over him. Scott is practically giddy as he bounces on the balls of his feet and smiles, which only makes Jackson more angry. Intent to take Scott down a peg so that he's back in the spotlight, he slams the top of his stick against the player who was set to practice his goals and ditches him in line. Scott tenses when he sees this and prepares for the worst.

“Oh, God…” Scott murmurs, tightening his hold on his stick nervously.

Jackson runs as fast as he can toward the goal and tosses the ball with all the force he can muster, but to Scott, the ball seems to be moving in slow motion, allowing him to catch it without hesitation. Anni, Stiles, and Lydia all jump up cheering for Scott.

“YEAHHHH!!” exclaimed Anni, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.

“WOOOO!” Lydia screamed, sparing a smug glance at Jackson, before continuing to cheer on Scott.

“THAT’S MY FRIEND!!!” Stiles screams, hopping around and waving his hands around.

Allison watches Scott with interest as he throws a back-shot at the assistant coach, who just barely catches it with his stick.

..

After practice, Stiles, Scott, and Anni return to the woods to attempt to find the top half of the body Scott had found the night before as well as the inhaler he dropped in the process. The trio are talking about the day’s practice as their feet get wet in the mud.

“I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things,” Scott said, ducking under a low-hanging branch, his tone concerned.

“Smell things? Like what?” Anni questioned, hopping over a deep puddle.

“Like the watermelon gum you have in your pocket.”

Anni makes a face as though she thinks Scott is crazy as she pats her back pockets. “I don’t even have any watermelon-” Anni cuts herself off as she pulls out a single piece of folded-up watermelon gum, just as Scott sensed. Scott raises both of his arms in an “I-Told-You-So” gesture.

Anni examines the piece of gum for a moment, before offering it to Stiles. He makes a face, “Ugh. How long has that been in your pocket?” Anni shrugs, waving it around again as a final offer. Stiles analyzes it for another second before shrugging his shoulders and sighing, accepting the piece. He unwraps it, shoving the piece in his mouth, and begins to obnoxiously chew.

“So all this started with the bite?” Stiles asked, making smacking noises with his mouth as he chewed the gum. Scott winced at the noises, almost like they were deafening to him. This seemed to go unnoticed by Stiles, but Anni cocked her head in confusion at his actions.

“What if it’s like an infection? Like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott questioned nervously, running a hand through his hair.

“Pretty sure it doesn’t last a whole day, Scott,” Anni said dryly, looking at the forest floor closely in an attempt to find the missing inhaler.

Stiles gets a small smirk on his face before trying to make himself look as serious as possible, which Scott, who is walking in front of him, doesn't catch. “You know what? I actually think I’ve heard of this-it’s a specific type of infection.” Scott whips around, his eyes widening with concern. Anni rolled her eyes, knowing Stiles wasn’t being serious and sick of his antics.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, Yeah, I think it’s called lycanthropy.”

Scott, still not realizing that Stiles is messing with him, starts to panic. “What’s that? Is that bad?”

Stiles nods seriously, “Oh, yeah, it’s the worst. But only once a month.” Anni snorts at this, sneaking a glance at Stiles who sends a playful wink in her direction. Scott, too deep in his paranoia, doesn’t catch this.

“Once a month?” Scott asks, running through all the possible diseases his mother taught him about in his head.

“Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon. Aroooo!” Stiles howls, as Anni bursts into laughter at the sight of Scott’s red and furious face. Scott shoves them both away, causing the two to laugh harder at his embarrassment.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling!” Anni called after him, as she and Stiles struggled to keep up with his pace.

Scott whipped around and leaned down to get into his little sister’s face, “Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!”

From above Anni’s head, Stiles says, “I know! You’re a Werewolf! Rawrrrr!!” Scott is not impressed by this joke, and Stiles’ demeanor becomes serious. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding. But, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon.”

Scott suddenly stops in his place, causing Anni to slam into him from behind. He doesn’t budge, and Anni reaches up to grip her nose, frowning in pain.

“No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler…” Scott looked around, peering behind trees and into the surrounding bushes.

“Maybe the killer moved the body?” Anni suggested, watching Scott scour around.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty bucks.”

The trio is still looking around when suddenly, a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl appears in front of them.

“What are you doing here?” the man asks the trio gruffly, causing all three of them to jump back in surprise. The three of them visibly panicked, struggling to put together a response. Scott and Stiles subtly move in front of Anni, getting in between her and the strange man.

“Huh? This is private property,” the man growls, stepping forward, causing the trio to all take a step back.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know,” Stiles said as Anni and Scott nodded in agreement.

The man’s attention is focused on Scott, who picks up where Stiles left off to try and relieve the tension, “Yeah, we were just looking for something, but…” Scott was about to continue when the man glared at him, after which point Scott lost his nerve and dropped the subject, “Uh, forget it.”

Suddenly, the man tosses Scott's inhaler at him before turning and heading back the way he came without a word, giving Scott one last look and seemingly paying Stiles no attention whatsoever. Scott sighs and gets ready to turn back in the opposite direction. Anni hesitates a moment watching as the man walks off. He pauses and looks over his shoulder at Anni. The two make eye contact, and Anni’s brows furrow in confusion at the familiarity of his eyes. Before she can think much more about it, the man turns around and stalks off. Anni returns her attention to her brother and Stiles.

“Um…All right, come on. I gotta get to work,” Scott says, leading the trio back the way they came.

Stiles yanks Anni by the arm as he catches up to Scott, bouncing in excitement, “Dude, that was Derek Hale!” Scott looks at Stiles blankly, and Stiles’ expression becomes incredulous. “You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

Scott frowns, “Remember what?”

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago,” Anni stated, rubbing her arm where Stiles had grabbed her. Scott looked both intrigued and concerned by this news.

“I wonder what he’s doing back…” he mused.

“Come on,” Stiles scoffed, grabbing his friends and walking them back to his Jeep. Scott, still looking toward where Derek headed out, slowly followed him.

..

Later that night, Anni was up late finishing up her homework at her desk. Her chin rested in the palm of her left hand, her right hand fiddling with the pencil she held between her fingers. She yawned, turning on her phone to check the time. Her clock read 10:43 PM. It’s late, she thought, I should head to bed. Don’t wanna have my weird sleep-deprivation visions again. Anni closed her textbook and grabbed her phone charger from her desk. She plugged her phone into the outlet by her nightstand, then stood up to go change and brush her teeth in the bathroom.

As she walked back into her room, she flicked off the light switch and crawled into bed, closing her eyes. Please, please, please let me go to sleep in peace. As she slowly drifted from the land of the awake, a bright light invaded her vision. Shit, no, no, NO, NO! Her eyes flew open, irises glowing an emerald green. Images flashed in her mind…a car with bright headlights…a high-pitched scream…banging on a glass door…a whimpering dog…a large wolf…and then, the visions faded. Her eyes returned to their normal color, as she caught her breath. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

This is insane. This is the second time now, this can’t be a coincidence. Aaaarrrgh! Anni rubbed her eyes furiously and flopped back onto her bed. She stared at the cracks in her ceiling, debating what to do. I could call Mom…she’s a nurse, maybe she could help me? Or maybe she’d just send me to a shrink and they’d lock me up in the looney bin…Ugh. Anni thought of her other options: I could tell Scott? Or maybe even Stiles? I mean, Scott already thinks he’s a werewolf so…this can’t be too weird, right?

Anni sighed, closing her eyes and rolling onto her side. She attempts to think of more ideas, but she slowly begins to fall into a deep slumber…

[pjsk-headcanons]

God apprentices AU

- Shizuku god lost in the mortal relam one time and it took the whole the for the goddess of hope to find her since she's moving from one place to another

- (Base off of "Rise as one") Akito has gotten bit by one of the wolf pups belonging to the War goddess when he was a little sprite. His fear is not as bad now but the grown up wolves still creep him out

- The moon goddess and the sun god often get divorced to remarried and then the cycle repeats

-Speaking of the moon goddess and sun god٫ The marriage and shadow god often looks the apprentices dead in the eyes and tells them to not be like them

-The virtual singers and sekai gang often sneak visit the mortal relam to just hang out and get caught by the messenger god but he keeps his mouth shut

- Airi also trains under the war goddess٫ Mafuyu and Shizuku were taught archery by the hunt god and Nene has syren features (basically mermaid-ish siren)

Also٫ I don't mind anyone using the God apprentices AU in either fanart or fanfic as long as you don't claim it as your own! ^^

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[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 26

The dog came back and Downstar once again bravely fought it off, breaking her back leg.

[Image ID: Downstar faces a large red dog. Under Downstar, it reads + CONDITION: BROKEN LEG.]

Fennelspot saw it in a dream, apparently; a massive dog with pointed ears and cat blood on its fangs, racing between the shadows, searching for prey. There were two clear facts in his mind; the beast was a darkhound, and it was the same one that attacked Downstar just two moons prior. Fennelspot must have taught Oilstripe about the Spirits of Shadow, as she launched into a speech on their weaknesses as soon as Downstar made the announcement at the Clan meeting. Downstar bit her tongue and let her speak. The Clan needed to know, so she could handle listening to Oilstripe’s strange knowledge for a while.

Downstar had a plan as soon as Oilstripe finished speaking. There was no killing this hunter of the Dark Forest, but it could be chased away with a few brave souls at Downstar’s side. Burdockcreek, Rustshade, and Scrubmask each rose to the challenge. Oilstripe claimed the spirits of the Dark Forest, those who spent their haunted afterlives in whatever sense of peace they could find, would lead darkhounds to churning, powerful rivers so they would be swept away. It was as good a plan as any. 

Fennelspot invoked two spirits of StarClan to protect the patrol. First, he called for Ternpath, Celestial of Dogs and Hounds, to shield the group from the darkhound’s fangs. Then he asked Beaversneeze, the unfortunate Celestial of the Great Northern River, to take the darkhound far away and leave the Clan cats where they are. As he recited his prayers, he kept glancing at Oilstripe like she could help him. Downstar tried to block the ginger molly from her mind and focus entirely on the task ahead.

Rustshade’s job was to find the darkhound. A few patrols had scented the beast in the north, not too far from where it attacked Downstar during the anniversary celebration. As a codekeeper, Rustshade knew how to track something down. Downstar trusted. Once Rustshade found the darkhound, the other three cats would spread out, heading toward the thickest waters of the Great Northern River. 

Downstar would be the one to make sure the river took the beast. She had the lives to spend, after all. She waited in the spray of the cool river under the glare of the hot midday sun. Her tail caught on the water’s edge and drifted toward the ocean. Oddly enough, she thought of little as she waited. The world simply existed around her. Her mind mixed with the churning of the water. If the darkhound took her life again, so be it. That was her duty. It was hard to feel scared when she knew what death felt like.

She heard the darkhound before she saw it. Its vicious bark spooked birds from the trees. Downstar tensed and stood, water dripping off her tail. The smell hit her just as Scrubmask burst through the trees. The pale warrior scrambled up a thick sugar maple and crouched in the leaves, just as planned. A moment later, the darkhound sprinted into the sunlight. 

It looked exactly as Downstar remembered from the sporadic flashes of her second death. It looked more like a wolf than a dog. Its stocky frame could crush Downstar underfoot. Its wild brown eyes bounced about, searching for its missing prey. Its heavy black fur was only broken by sporadic gray markings like light trying to break through thick shadow. The darkhound ran toward the sugar maple and jumped on the trunk. It barked and howled at Scrubmask, scratching up the bark.

“Over here!” Downstar yowled. The darkhound’s head snapped toward her. Its piercing bark stung Downstar’s ears. The darkhound jumped off the trunk and sprinted at Downstar like a bat through the sky. Downstar turned and jumped onto a half-submerged rock in the river. Water flowed over her paws and tried to drag her under. Deep water stretched out before her. Downstar breathed deep and dove into the deadliest portion of the Great Northern River.

Her ears hummed along to the heavy flow of the water. Her fur reached eastward with the flow of the river. Downstar’s legs burned as she swam hard and deep. Her paws touched the smooth mud and stones of the river’s bottom. She could barely see through the stinging water. The dog splashed into the river, its bark drowned by the sudden rush of water. The impact shoved Downstar aside and sent her spinning. Wild paws paddled toward her. Her chest tightened as she frantically tried to right herself.

Long fangs dug into Downstar’s back leg. She yowled, water bubbling around her muzzle as blood stained the river. But this was the darkhound’s mistake. If it wanted to hold onto her so badly, it could join her in a frantic rush to the ocean, far away from the Clan she worked so hard to build. 

The pair spun through the darkening water. Downstar wasn’t sure which way was up. Her leg and the darkhound’s muzzle smashed into a large stone that jutted from the bottom of the deep river and peeked out over the surface. The darkhound let go and tumbled further toward the ocean. Downstar’s vision blurred. She needed air. But where should she go to get it? She tried to swim, but she couldn’t move her limbs. She was so heavy…

Something grabbed Downstar’s scruff. Splashes of brown and white dragged her toward a distant light. Her senses burned as her head breached the water. She choked on the air, water rushing out of her lungs. What was happening? Had she reemerged in StarClan’s ocean? No, she wouldn’t feel so miserable if she had died. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, it was all she could do to force air down her water-logged throat.

The first thing Downstar heard when her ears cleared was “I’ve got you, Downstar. I’ve got you.” The brown and white blobs began to take shape. Carnationspeckle stood at Downstar’s side, soaked and panting.

“Where did you come from?” Scrubmask hopped out of the sugar maple and ran toward Carnationspeckle and Downstar.

“I couldn’t let you drown yourselves,” Carnationspeckle huffed. “I followed the darkhound’s scent.”

“It could have killed you,” Scrubmask growled. “You’re nowhere near fast enough to outrun a beast like that.”

“Yes, but I can outswim anyone in this Clan,” Carnationspeckle said, wrapping her tail around Downstar. “I couldn’t let her drown.” Rustshade and Burdockcreek appeared, following the long-gone beast’s scent. 

“Scrubmask, hurry back to camp and fetch Fennelspot,” Rustshade barked, slipping beside Downstar. “Her leg is severely mangled.” Scrubmask was gone before Rustshade finished speaking, following the river toward the ocean and the shipwreck. Rustshade sighed, shaking his head, and continued studying Downstar’s leg. It was hard for the tortoiseshell leader to process everything around her, as her Clanmates were still blurry and her ears were still clogged. But she could think, and her thoughts were not pleasant.

“Carnation,” Downstar coughed, watery eyes glaring at the young caretaker, “I have nine lives. You have one. You should have let me drown.”

“Having nine lives doesn’t mean we should waste them if you don’t need to,” Carnationspeckle sighed. She licked the water dripping into Downstar’s eyes, but Downstar batted her away.

“I don’t need you to risk your life for me,” Downstar growled. Carnationspeckle stepped back, nodding softly as her ears fell back. Downstar coughed up more water as the pain of her bitten leg swam through her muscles.

If the darkhound was going to kill anyone, if anything would get one of her Clanmates killed, Downstar would be the one to die.

(Fennelspot: 83, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Oilstripe: 30, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Downstar: 85, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Burdockcreek: 20, male, historian, competitive, lore keeper)

(Rustshade: 70, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Scrubmask: 43, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

(Carnationspeckle: 28, female, caretaker, compassionate, talented swimmer)

James and Weedfoot go hunting together.

[Image ID: James and Weedfoot follow a rabbit.]

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James was shockingly quick for a large (and Weedfoot had to be honest, lazy) former kittypet. He chased after a brown speckled rabbit, matching its pace leap for leap. There were a lot of places the rabbit could escape to in RippleClan’s more open southern territory, but James looped back and forth, scaring the rabbit away from any escape routes. In a few moments, the rabbit dangled from James’ jaws.

“Wonderful!” Weedfoot chirped, jogging down a steep slope to join her hunting partner. “I really thought it was gone when the wind shifted.”

“My humans used to hunt rabbits,” James said, resting the rabbit at his paws and licking his lips. “I am well acquainted with the need for speed when stealth fails in a rabbit hunt.”

“Once we cook this, this rabbit should feed most of the Clan,” Weedfoot purred. She glanced at the darkening sky and added, “A meal for tomorrow, however. Let’s return to camp.”

“Finally,” James purred, stretching his back. “I can sleep.”

“You’re in camp all day,” Weedfoot chuckled with a twitch of her whiskers. “I would be begging to leave camp if I were you, but you’re always itching to get back.”

“Because I like staying in camp,” James groaned. “If I could spend all my time in camp and never leave, I would be content.”

“You have to be one of the laziest cats I have ever met,” Weedfoot laughed. 

“Not lazy,” James purred, adjusting his tattered black ribbon. “I am simply not a fan of moving.” 

“Not moving sounds like a dream at the moment,” Weedfoot admitted, sheepishly ducking her head. “With Downstar resting in the medicine den, I’ve been doing both her job and mine. All I can think about is when to send out the next patrol and what we’ve already done for the day.”

“You’ve been a radiant deputy,” James said softly. He patted her on the back with his long, soft tail. “Just as I have been a wonderful caretaker since I found your humble Clan.” James puffed out his fluffy chest.

“Let’s go home before you start taking yourself seriously,” Weedfoot chuckled, headbutting James’ shoulder. The former kittypet picked up his rabbit and followed Weedfoot back to camp.

When the pair returned, RippleClan was winding down for the night. Clammask stomped out the remnants of a smoker while Oilstripe groomed herself. James rubbed against Weedfoot as he made his way to the fresh-kill pile. Oilstripe stopped grooming and trotted up to Weedfoot.

“Yum, rabbit,” Oilstripe cooed. “That will taste amazing tomorrow.”

“James is quite the hunter,” Weedfoot sighed. She watched James as he said goodnight to Scrubmask with a gentle purr and a shake of his pelt. When Weedfoot looked back at Oilstripe, however, her former apprentice had a curiously mischievous look on her face. “What are you thinking, Oilstripe?”

“You like James, don’t you,” Oilstripe said, flicking her tail at the pale ginger tom.

“He’s stepped up when he’s been needed,” Weedfoot said as her stomach suddenly tightened.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Oilstripe purred. She sat next to Weedfoot and said, “You’re in love.” 

Oh StarClan. Oilstripe was right. She did like James. She didn’t have time to pursue a mate! She had to step up for Downstar while she recovered. She was the deputy. She couldn’t be distracted! No, no, that wasn’t the worst of it. Weedfoot already had a mate. Paleshade had been the greatest companion she could have asked for. They were together every step of the way. How could she enter StarClan one day and face Paleshade if she fell in love with someone else?

“She wants you to be happy,” Oilstripe said quietly, dragging Weedfoot out of her thoughts. Oilstripe had a hazy, unnerving look in her eyes and kept glancing away from Weedfoot. What was she even looking at? A fearful itch climbed up Weedfoot’s spine.

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Weedfoot gulped.

“Uh,” Oilstripe gulped, staring at the ground, “I just know you well, is all. And I’ve heard so much about Paleshade, I feel like I know her too. And from what you’ve told me, I think she would want you to find someone who makes you happy in RippleClan.”

“Maybe,” Weedfoot muttered. An odd warmth filled her chest. “Maybe.”

(James: 102, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Weedfoot: 75, female, deputy, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(Oilstripe: 30, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

[achy-boo]

Kazuki Takuya Draxton

1. Neka

2. Neka

For @dxmoness

“Hello. How are you?”

“Yes I am a demonic siren.”

“Having 6 siblings is like having 6 best friends..”

Full name: Kazuki Takuya Draxton

Name meaning: Kazuki means Hope of Peace in Japanese while Takuya means To Increasingly Cultivate in Japanese. Draxton means Son of Dragons in America

Gender: male

Age: 32(he is sexy for a 32 year old)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Demonic Siren

Personality: Kazuki is a man who has respect for anyone. Kazuki is mostly laid back and carefree at times but he is very serious about his job as Dexion's personal bodyguard. Due to him being surrounded by women and children since he was young, he had learned to respect women and children altogether. He has the aura that shows you that you can trust him but never broke his trust. If you do, he is still respectful but he will be distant to you. He has seen what his family and friends have been through and he got more protective and eerily observant but nobody will notice it. He is sneaky but a very father figure to any lost children who he found on the streets.

Likes: his adopted daughter and her child, his siblings, tea, coffee, cloudy days, late night family/friend trips, his motorcycle, his expensive cars, family and friends trips, taking his loved ones to vacations, children, animals, music, sleeping, his day offs

Dislikes: Remembering his loved ones' trauma, heat, bitter foods/drinks, people who disrespects women, having blood on his hands(if he is angry), getting angry, hearing his adopted daughter or his loved ones' cries, rude people, sexist people, misogynist(he get into unnecessary fights because of it)

Voice Claims

Japanese: Tighnari from Genshin Impact(soft and gentle of his tone)

English: Welt Yang from Honkai Star Rail(It was deep yet husky)

Facts

1st son of the Mercedes Siblings

He once found a baby in the streets and takes her as his own daughter(Her name is Summer and she is grown woman with a child)

He is the first son who have both his mother and father's eyes

Despite working for Dexion as a his personal security guard, he is very respectful towards anyone

He is very trustworthy around children and animals

He is a former honor student and student council along with Revenge and Akeldama

He has a tattoo of a beautiful bunny sleeping under the moon on his chest

He and Akeldama share the same birthday(which they both laugh at to this day)

He is multilingual(However his voice gets more husky and deep when he speaks his favorite language: Korean)

His nicknames are Kazu, Ki, Taku and his favorite Kuya(Mercy called him that and she still does to this day)

He has a pet wolf dog named Shadow after Tamaki being a shadow demon

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay thinking about the bnha monster au and specifically that 'Toya acting as Dabi is against his will in this au' thing

I'm thinking that the way out of this is gonna be the Changelings.

so here's the thoughts:

While AfO creates the scenario that would make Toya so desperate he'd take any deal, he lets Shigaraki actually handle it. Like 'Baby's first Fae Deal'.

and it's a full 'hand over your Name, your Soul, all autonomy' type of Deal. Which. Sucks for ya boy.

so yadda yadda everyone thinks 'Toya' is dead while 'Dabi' is helping the LoV and all. He's trying to have some fun and does get along with the other members, but yeah all Villainy is forced.

so how he gets out of it:

fast forward to the au's equivalent of the forest training camp/hideout raid arc. Like CC we also get at least Shoto also kidnapped for this. Probs Himiko too.

and Dabi very much wants to talk to Shoto. To explain. To comfort him and tell him that no matter what happens don't take any Deals offered.

They're morons who decided to kidnap a Werewolf during a Full Moon. So Katsuki wolfs out and they manage to escape, but Full Moon!Katsuki can like. She's not fully There™ but she's working off instincts and smells. and she can smell Dabi and knows he smells like Shoto so the Wolf sees him as someone who is part of her Pack despite previous actions so just. Uno reverse she kidnaps him on the escape.

It doesn't take long for the authorities involved to figure out that 'Dabi' is Toya which. Yeah that goes.... oof. Shoto is realizing that the looks he kept getting from Dabi made sense, the recognition and all, but why didn't Toya say anything?

The rest of the family shows up to talk to him, but he's just. Shut down. Can't answer. Under orders 'if you are captured, don't say anything'. Under orders 'don't even try to contact your family unless it's to bring them to the dark side'.

So they can't get him to respond either and it's. Incredibly upsetting and concerning.

Eventually Shoto is explaining this to Izuku and Izuku.... has an idea and wants to try it. So they bring Izuku to try talking to Dabi.

In an instant the switch is flipped and he can talk again. Not to anyone else, but just to Izuku. But it's something. It's enough. and Izuku can ask questions by proxy. Ofc the floodgates open here and he just. Trauma dumps about how he ended up in this situation and how he wants out.

Now the reason Izuku works is because of the Fae Rules!

I've already explained how Izuku and Tenko are in a Changeling Child situation. Izuku was traded for Tenko. But because Izuku didn't take Tenko's place, didn't become Tenko, the Deal is incomplete. This gives both Izuku and Tenko claim to the identity 'Tomura Shigaraki'. They're both 'Tomura' but both not.

So Toya's Deal is with 'Tomura'. Only follow 'Tomura's orders. Therefore, Izuku can talk to him, alter his orders and the terms of the Deal.

It might get trickier trying to undo the Deal entirely. Close it out so that Toya can't be controlled. But they'll get there

[goodlucktai]

soft ground, claiming moon

it came from the trees

@natsumeweek 2023 day 2; keepsakes/new meetings read on ao3

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In a way, this situation reminds Takashi of when he was new to town—when he inadvertently led a mean ghoul straight to his bright, affable classmate and got him possessed.

Nishimura is never quick to anger when he’s in his own mind. He never snaps, never gives in to anger. He has a temper, because he’s too lively and feels too much about everything not to, but even when he’s on a long rant about the guy who cut in front of Mana at the convenience store—or waxing poetic about burning down Takashi’s old junior high school because Takashi unthinkingly mentioned the time the upperclassmen locked him in a closet there—it’s not really anger.  It’s just another shape his caring takes. 

The Nishimura in front of Takashi now is equal parts miserable and prickly. He’s wrapped in Tanuma’s jacket, a size too big, and his eyes are red-rimmed, face more and more pale, as if he’s very sick. He’s irritable as if he’s sick, too, energy sapping a little more with every step they take up the mountain toward the temple. 

When Taki bumps past him to push a low branch out of the way, Nishimura’s lips pull back briefly, like his mouth wants to snarl at her. She levels him with a flat stare. Kitamoto rattles him by the shoulder, worry warring with slightly hysterical humor. It’s enough together to snap Nishimura out of the fugue state that has seemed to be right under his skin for the last twenty-four hours. 

“Your teeth aren’t sharp enough yet to scare me, kiddo,” says Taki, who is less than one full month older than Nishimura. “Save it for moonrise.”

“Or don’t,” Kitamoto adds. 

Beneath sweaty fringe, Nishimura’s eyes are fever-bright. He looks back at Takashi, as frightened as he was in the hospital room. Maybe more so now. 

“This is a bad idea,” he says for the millionth time. 

“It’ll be fine,” Takashi tells him with a certainty he doesn’t really feel. “You’ll be fine. Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise.”

Nishimura stops walking abruptly and blurts, “You can’t!” 

He must be able to feel it. The sky is a deep, vivid blue, the sun a pale yellow orb, half-hidden in the misty mountain haze. Night is creeping in, shadows stretching beneath the trees. Change is coming. 

Tanuma meets Takashi’s eyes over the top of Nishimura’s head, transparently concerned. Kitamoto is still holding Nishimura’s hand, but he looks like he’d like to pick his friend all the rest of the way up and carry him someplace safe from all of this. Taki’s grip on the strap of her bag turns white-knuckled.

“Hey,” Takashi says. “I can. I do.”

“How?” Nishimura’s voice warbles. “How could you possibly know what’s gonna happen? What if something goes wrong? What if I hurt one of you?”

He’s quick to cry on a good day, but normally over silly, harmless things, like animal videos on Youtube, or the romance dramas he’s not ashamed of watching. 

Absolutely none of his friends are prepared for it when it happens for real. Tanuma is outright hovering now, hands half-raised, expression openly devastated. 

Not for the first time in his life, but certainly for the first time since coming to Hitoyoshi, Takashi wished he could go back in time. He wished there was a yokai like the Days Eater who could make the whole world younger—just by a month. One month. 

Then he could keep everyone out of the forest that day. He could keep Nishimura safe. 

Takashi had encountered okami before, silent, watchful messengers of the mountain gods. Even their physical forms are ghost-like. The thing that hurt his friend was something else, all twisted out of shape and mangled, horror incarnate. 

Sensei pinned it to the earth in one giant foot, but the damage had been done. Nishimura’s howls of pain were indistinguishable from the wolf’s and so much blood had poured out over his hands. It was like a nightmare. 

Taki summoned her own familiars, two trilling foxes that sprang to her side at a whistle. They weren’t particularly friendly, but they were loyal, and their hackles went up at the sight of the misshapen creature writhing beneath the cage of sensei’s claws. The second the foxes had it contained, sensei flew like water to Takashi’s side. His snow-white fur was stained obscenely by the time Kitamoto and Takashi had maneuvered Nishimura onto his back. 

When sensei was only a speck in the sky, Takashi was finally able to tear his eyes away. He made his way slowly back to Taki and Tanuma’s side, the three of them breathing heavily, hearts racing, staring at the mindless animal thrashing and swiping against the kitsune’s binding. 

They didn’t speak. After a long moment, Tanuma wound his prayer beads around his shaking hands. Taki ground a piece of colorful chalk, her favorite medium, down to dust in her restless fingers. 

It was cursed, she had said, face tight with rage and sadness, watching Tanuma release the poor thing into its next life. Her face was tacky with drying tears. Someone’s bright idea of an extermination spell gone wrong. Those stupid exorcists don’t know the damage they do. 

It was worth her anger. When the wolf was gone, and Natsume’s friends among the yokai were on alert for more creatures like it, and Taki’s finicky familiars were delivering word to the local god, she, Tanuma and Takashi were running full-pelt into town. They crashed into the hospital covered in dirt and sweat and, in Natsume’s case, dried blood. Nishimura’s parents were absent, but his brother was there, and so was Kitamoto’s entire family. 

Kitamoto was sitting in a chair, hands tucked between his knees, terror in his eyes. Someone had gotten him a fresh shirt to wear, at least. His hands had been scrubbed raw. Sensei was squished stubbornly against his side. 

It felt disloyal to think it, but they were lucky. If it had been a real wolf that mauled him, Nishimura probably would have bled out before sensei could deliver him to the hospital. If it had been an actual wraith or monster, the poison it left in him would have done nothing but destroy. 

Even cursed, the wolf was still a messenger of the mountain god, inherently divine in nature. Even the evil forced into its spirit could do good. Once Nishimura’s fever broke, he improved in leaps and bounds. Taki had to sketch a quick circle on the back of Nishimura’s hospital bed to lightly confound the medical staff who otherwise might have been confused at the unnatural rate of healing. 

When they weren’t glued to Nishimura’s side, they were pouring themselves into research.  It didn’t take them long to figure out the nature of the beast. Especially when Tanuma overheard one of the nurses asking Nishimura’s brother if Nishimura had any allergies. 

Eggs when he was little, Kiyoshi replied, nonplussed. But he outgrew that. 

He’s having a bit of a reaction to something, the nurse said. It might be the dressings. They contain silver. It’s a rare allergy, but not unheard of. I’ll change these and we’ll go from there. 

Oh, god, Tanuma had said out loud, and then fled the room when Kiyoshi and the nurse looked at him weird. 

Since then, they’ve poured every second of their time and energy into preparing for the full moon. The Yatsuhara spirits are active and vigilant, hundreds of secret little guards, and Takashi can feel himself thrumming with the excess energy. Ogata and Shibata are meeting at the station in Yatsushiro and according to their LINE messages, they’ll be in Hitoyoshi within the hour. 

They’ve got this. Whatever happens, they’ll handle it together. Takashi gazes at Nishimura, wishing he knew how to tell him that Nishimura is the one who taught him how to do that in the first place. How to put his faith into his friend’s hands and let them hold onto it. 

That noisy, clingy boy from his homeroom who attached himself to Takashi on day one, who adamantly refused to let Takashi wander off alone. Takashi is determined to return the favor.

“You won’t hurt anybody,” Takashi tells him now. “You’ll still be you.”

Nishimura’s eyes drip with tears. His fear is visceral. There’s nothing he can do to stop the sun from going down. There’s nothing any of them can do to stop the change from coming. 

But Takashi can, at the very least, make his friend less afraid.

“We have the best witch in Kyushu here to help,” he says lightly. It makes Taki smile at him, and then at Nishimura when he glances her way. “And our favorite monk-in-training, and sensei. Nothing bad is going to happen, okay? We won’t let it.”

While Tanuma’s brain buffers, surprised and pleased to be anyone’s favorite anything, Nyanko-sensei jumps down from his shoulder and lands with a muffled thump in the damp leaf-litter. 

“That’s right, brat,” sensei says. “A puny wolf is no match for me. Now hurry up and get walking before the strawberry cake in Kitamoto’s bag goes bad.”

“That was supposed to be a surprise, you rat!” Kitamoto shouts. 

Nishimura laughs. It’s wet and shaky, and he looks surprised to have done it, but it leaves a tiny smile on his face. He crouches when sensei paws imperiously at his leg and scoops the fat cat up into the crook of his arm. 

They climb the rest of the way to the temple in better spirits. Daylight is barely clinging to the sky with pale fingers. Tanuma’s father left the lights on for him before he left. It would ordinarily be the kind of warmly-lit beacon that takes all the stress out of your shoulders, a comfortable, familiar, safe sight at the end of the road. 

But today the sight is marred by Natori, standing on the path way with his arms folded and a bag at his feet. Something glints in his hand. His familiars drift warily behind him like sharks. 

“Looks like I’m fashionably early,” the exorcist says with a gleaming grin. “Introduce me to your friends, Natsume.”

[asnarkyandironicusername]

Day 21 of @remadoramicrofics - Poem

A/N: I find poems a little intimidating, so of course I picked one of the hardest formats 🤦🏼‍♀️

Lyall held his son is his arms, his little Remus; Fatherhood was an indestructible magic. Remus came up to be a curious but happy boy. Until that full moon, When his life was altered by a vengeful wolf, Inflicted with a curse that couldn’t even be defeated by love.

They were full of platonic love. Friends were somewhat of a foreign concept to Remus. They didn’t fear the Wolf. In a school full of magic, The most magical moments occurred under a full moon. He was finally getting to just be a boy.

Alone in a nursery was a boy, Saved only by love. And the people who had saved him from the moon, They were all taken from Remus. The world had lost all of its magic And he was, once again, alone with the wolf.

Remus couldn’t stop the wolf From going after James’s boy. Neither could Magic. Instead, it had been, again, love. But it had left Remus Sacrificing everything to the moon.

He told her, I’m ruined by the moon. He had argued, everyone sees me as only the wolf. She had cried, I don’t care, Remus. She made him feel like any other boy, But Remus feared love The way some feared magic.

Ted had once told him, Fatherhood is magic. But worries hung above Remus like the moon No amount of love Could stop the wolf. In his arms, he held a small boy And suddenly, love overwhelmed the worries inside Remus

Some claim love was magic. In the end, Remus found it had, in a way, shielded him from the effects of the moon, Turning the wolf back into a boy.

[whumpitisthen]

The Shepherd Wolf

Previous I Masterlist I Next

"I have a favour to ask."

The sky is cloaked in grey and misty with fog. The Sun — that bleeding, crimson orb watching over everything has hidden under the earth, bringing forth a colourless light painting every leaf of vibrant orange monochrome instead. The Moon shines whiter than Auden's holy robes ever did, barely resembling the rags held together by thin thread and caked in blood around his abused torso. It is interesting — how it almost seems brighter in the night than in the day. Another cursed consequence of Hell's invasion; reinforcing darkness and corrupting light.

It's quiet, almost peaceful. His bare feet drag along a stone path leading miles and miles into a more mountainous region of this Hell, as opposed to the flatter, hotter environment that surrounded Miss Thu'lin's residence. Charcoal and magma are replaced by nature, grey blades of grass tickling his ankles and thorns catching his robe on alien looking bushes. The temperature has changed greatly, chilling him deeper with every step nearing his new destination. His trembling hands keep him standing upright, gripping onto a black cloak fiercely. The coat of his new captor.

His grey, lost eyes observe his surroundings in a kind of muted wildness, failing to take in anything at all. He walks by the terrifying man leading him, floating in an ocean of numbness. Eyes flit about lazily with fatigue, yet frantic with anxiety; his body half frozen solid, half corroding away like rotted wood. His breaths wheeze just enough to sound concerning, shivering along with his skin. They almost appear to stop completely at random intervals before hiccuping quicker for just a moment, then returning to his long gasps like before.

Like before… He puts his face close to the worn, black fabric, feeling no warmth. In a way, the lack of heat coming from the Reaper grounds him, not letting him float away from this terrible place. This awful, horrible place, filled with murder and sadism and pain and cruelty. Where the rivers are red from the blood of slaughter and the animals transform into all kinds of horrid monsters from demonic influence. War, destruction, gore —

"A favour? After all of this, your reason for this show of destructive idiocy is a favour?" — Miss Thu'lin's voice booms incredulously through the room of corpses, making Auden flinch. 'The Reaper', as she addressed the canine skull-wearing, scythe-wielding, shadow-cloaked bringer of Death so casually, seems humoured by the insults flying from her mouth. He straightens with his blood soaked, silver adorned hands behind his back politely, a lazy smile peeking out from behind that terrifying mess of dark tendrils and bone. Auden has trouble taking his eyes off the prevent streak of dark red across his mask.

"I can't help but find an outright lack of hospitality whenever I come around to visit. I wonder why that is." — he muses aloud as if she wasn't even there, examining the horrid collection she seems so proud of. He finds interest in a wall of divine sigils, stepping to the side to gawk. A whine catches his ear.

"What makes you think I would do anything you ask of me?" — She seems furious, yet there is a newfound bravery to her voice that is not missed by him. He hums and turns around, his heavy, measured footfalls sending shivers down Auden's back. Something else has caught his eye. — "Did your owner finally grow bored of your annoying dog face? Are you here to beg me for another gift to appease him?"

The man wanders back to one side of the room, to a pedestal with a glass table. Halfway up the pedestal the body of a demon soldier lies. It's missing a leg. — "For someone who claims to be uninterested, you certainly ask a lot of questions, my lady," — he chuckles lightly, disinterested in her various attempts to hurt or humiliate him. He stops in front of the corpse, looking at it curiously. He leans down a fraction, letting long, snow silver hair fall from behind his cloak,  — "It's impressive how still you are despite your wound. Your hammering heart is the only thing giving you away."

Clearly aimed at the still body on the floor, his low voice rouses the half alive demon with panic, slowly lifting his head to find the menacing figure talking to him. His breaths come faster and faster. In a last ditch effort, he starts crawling away from the threat, instinct and adrenaline driving him forward. The Reaper lets him, watching happily as he draws blood across the floor tiles.

"The games you like to play so much have given me ample experience in spotting your horseshit from miles away," — Miss Thu'lin retorts, simmering more with fury the longer she spends in the vicinity of this man. She watches the show with mild disgust, only getting angrier by the minute, — "and I was in the middle of something before you ruined everything like you always do. So I would truly appreciate it if you were to be straightforward and drag your crusty ass out of here as soon as possible."

The Reaper looks positively mesmerised watching the poor demon flee with great difficulty. Auden's stomach churns at the sight half hidden behind his captor standing in front of him — he has never been so glad to have a demon standing so close to him, especially one that plans on stuffing him and hanging his corpse from the ceiling. The presence of this, this creature that finds such joy in agony and has such proficiency in causing it is overwhelming him with such an incredible horror he has never felt before. It's like kneeling before a giant.

"Oh, but you always find a way to cut my fun short, don't you?" — comes the whine of a reply from said giant, acting more exasperated than he truly is, — "So impatient. I know we are not quite the same age, but hundreds of years must have taught you by now the importance of finding bliss in the small things?"

His voice deepens once more and his expression darkens, overtaken by a lust so potent it sends a chill down Auden's spine, — "Like this little one here."

The scythe lifts again, and the panicked cries of the demon are heard past the slow steps of the Reaper nearing them. Auden would scream for him not to hurt them, but he is much more terrified of being shown similar interest in than to save an already half-corpse of a demon who would have probably hurt him just as much in another world where they weren't sliced in half. Still, to be witness to such blatant cruelty has the angel's guts in knots.

Frantic begging comes next, then sobbing, then the sound of a blade flying through the air. Finally, a wretched scream, long and agonising, shaking the core of everyone in the room. It does not end; the wailing continues and sharpens as the scythe digs into the back of the demon, the Reaper slowly, lazily pulling further and further down, opening up their spine to fresh air.

When the tortured voice ends, the Reaper looks positively bored. He kicks the corpse to the side and sighs. — "Stayed alive just to give me such a pathetic show. I expected a little more crying at least. What a disappointment."

"Reaper."

"I know, I know."

That same teasing smile is back on his face, the one that shows clearly how little he cares for the destruction he brings — or the amount of time he wastes.

In a moment, he is gone. Dissolving into shadow and then nothing at all in just a millisecond, his voice comes from beside Auden suddenly, — "I smell the Doctor's stench on you. It seems I came just in time."

Miss Thu'lin roars and strikes at him immediately, catching the corner of the table Auden is strapped to. The angel cries out, wishing with everything he has he was in any other position than helplessly tied down like this. The Reaper's haunting laughter taunts them as it echoes through the room like a chorus of spirits. — "Absolutely not! Don't you dare even look at it!"

He materialises behind Miss Thu'lin, and she snaps around with another hit, aiming towards the Reaper's head. He dodges, then dodges a second time as she keeps attacking, simply sidestepping and ducking every blow. The fifth must have been too much, as the scythe comes out from behind him to counterattack, catching a lock of her hair with incredible precision. The Reaper doesn't look angry, tired or even bothered. In fact, his grin only widens with each swing.

Auden doesn't think he's even trying.

"You must have been quite lucky to get your hands on one of these. He's quite the rarity, you see," — the Reaper says matter-of-factly when the Dragon Queen backs off. She hesitates, looking quite intimidated by Death's weapon. It must be that if nothing else, the Grim Reaper's very scythe must be able to reap even her soul, no matter how powerful she is.

"I know," — she spits, hands clutched tight. She watches his eyes stick to the angel again and spreads her wings threateningly, — "so keep your filthy hands off it. It does not belong to you."

A dangerous smile. Sharp eyes.  Intrigue. — "Why do you refer to him by it? You say it as if he's a corpse already. Like he doesn't matter to you at all." — That horrid, blood red glare leaves Auden for just a moment to spear her instead, and he gasps in a breath he didn't know he was holding, — "You wish to put him in my care then? Another lost little soul, to belong to me. How kind of you."

"I did not say that. Take something else, I don't care, but you will only take this one over my dead body." — Looking down at the Reaper with spite and pure hatred, she wishes she could tear off that condescending, devil-damned smirk of his the same way he tore her entire castle apart. The Reaper stares back at her just the same, though his disdain for her is perfectly hidden behind a façade of carefree, confident attitude and a beguiling, charming grin tailored just for her. Miss Thu'lin must be at least four feet taller than him, but height doesn't count for much when one of them could have the other's heart in his hand in an instant, if only he wished to. He must have had good reason to go through her unfortunate servants first — he knew already that taking this angel would surely let the Queen of Dragons loose, and even if he would still survive that, many others would not.

"Oh, well," — the Reaper chuckles lightly at her wording, — "You know just how to make the most enticing offers, don't you? See, I've been curious for a long time. What would happen to the order of things if the queen was buried? I reckon it should shake things up a bit. What does it matter to add another dead body to this ocean around us?"

No answer from Miss Thu'lin. She does not back down, but she doesn't entertain the threat either. She knows there is a certain possibility that the Reaper might decide to eliminate her right here, especially if she keeps refusing to give up the angel. She doesn't care. She has waited far too long for her collection to be finished, and she will not live with the embarrassment of letting it slip from between her fingers like this; like many other times.

After a minute of intense silence expecting an explosion of violence, The Reaper laughs again, letting his scythe drop lazily with a thud of metal on the floor next to himself. — "I must commend you, my lady. Quite the rock solid conviction to a direct death threat."

She breathes in relief and hopes no one notices her restlessness. — "I do not care for bluffs."

That makes him chuckle. It is a much more genuine sound than the maniacal war cry of cackles he had been letting out prior to this, yet the warm growl of Death's laughter is certainly less than encouraging.

"Naturally."

Auden's wide, glassy eyes snap up at the hooded figure, having managed to fish himself out of his own head. The man smells of death and blood. His breathing is slow and unnatural, almost nonexistent. He walks with a gait most resembling one of his superiors; perhaps even an archangel's — tall, precise, undeterred, powerful. At the same time, the way his balance dances from side to side could only be described as nonchalant, or even casual. In a way, Auden thinks, he walks without a care in the world while he holds in his hand the power to destroy it completely.

How could he not think like that, however, after what he was captive audience to?

His mind is filled with fuzzy images of red and pink, of splatters, of lightless eyes, of screams of terror, the shattering of spines and excited laughter. He can see, clear as day, as this man wearing a canine skull for a mask and cloaked in living shadow cuts through a crowd of creatures with such speed and efficiency that it takes a moment for his brain to comprehend. So quick, so sudden, that he is still trying to comprehend it all as he follows that same man to a place he does not even think to think about. His staring is noticed after a while, and he hides in the rough coat fibres from the vermilion gaze.

"It's always a pleasure speaking to you, Queen of Dragons. You must give me a tour of your collection sometime,"

"After today? In your annoying, idiotic, sick, boot-licking, wet fucking dreams. Get out of here already, before I burn down your entire world." — she bites out with endless venom, kicking the now shattered table across the room in rage. The glass equipment left behind does not break further, as it fell well beyond repair from the first kick.

A kind smile is on the face of Death, his gaze pleasant and gentle as he observes the little angel. He has managed to strike a deal with Miss Thu'lin — or rather, blackmail her into accepting it. In a sense, it's a mercy, leaving her soul to reside within her body, as opposed to the Grim Reaper's grasp. No more violence for Auden to live through.

Death does not drag him, he does not shout at him. His intentions are hidden behind his back, holding that massive weapon that has caused innumerable death. All Auden sees in that moment is a scary, powerful man who has saved him from becoming the final project to this awful museum. A protector, a saviour, untouchable, terrifying, an escape, safety. Finally, finally safe.

If he wasn't so exhausted from all he has gone through already, he would rethink those thoughts for certain; however, he cannot bring himself to untangle his brain from survival more just yet.

He shuffles up to the man uncertainly, looking between him and Miss Thu'lin. The Reaper looks down at him with curiosity, a tilt of his head showing interest. He is clearly observing Auden, and Auden is observing him in return. The angel isn't quite sure what to do, awkwardly shifting from one exhausted leg to the other, losing his courage as his eyes lower to the floor in silence, unable to keep up the staring contest. A hand dressed in silver jewellery and some form of black paint enters into his vision. It reaches out in front of him, palm to the ceiling. A greeting?

He holds onto the hand with both of his with such care that he barely holds it at all. He flinches from the first contact, the Reaper's skin feeling unnaturally cold, then shifts his vision from the hands to the eyes watching him and back again in quick succession, waiting to be told if he is doing bad. Truly, all he wants is to have something to hold onto, another body that does not hurt him. It's all he wishes for.

Death's hand twitches, causing Auden to flinch again, but all he does is pull a thumb across the back of the angel's hand in a comforting manner. He seems approving, yet surprised as he watches him. He clicks his tongue when Auden looks up at him with the wide, fearful eyes of a lost child, seemingly taking a liking to him at that moment. Finally, he pulls on the hands holding his, and leads the angel to his side.

The Reaper's eyes land on the Queen once more, — "Ah, always such a way with words, Miss Thu'lin. Awfully crude."

He flips his scythe, and Auden pulls his wings ever closer, afraid of losing them suddenly from a swish of the blade. Another bow of the head, and the Reaper turns to leave, Auden following quietly behind, — "May we meet again, my lady." — he sings, a haunting echo decorating every syllable like a chorus of the dead, or a church bell's ring.

 The Reaper looks at him with a certain fondness that doesn't truly match Auden's depiction of what Death should look like. He smiles at him kindly without those sharp teeth glinting from behind bloody lips. He never shoves, never grips, never pulls or touches or mocks or breaks, — his arm does not even flex under the thick coat Auden hugs so tightly. He merely lets him breathe in the smell of massacre, leather and cold, leading him down a path like a wolf disguised as a shepherd dog leading its lamb.

It's much colder now than ever before. The angel shivers not only from a muted terror, but the solemn winds of the night air. His wings do not cover enough of him to fully protect him, yet he barely even cares. He hasn't quite gone past the fact that he is still breathing. What his body feels and experiences is far away from him, almost like the world of a different person. There is no more space in his mind to care for such luxurious issues like goosebumps.

They come upon a large black iron fence — hard to see with the unnatural colourlessness of Hell's nights — stretching along into infinity on both sides. Behind it is a thick forest, going up and up, ending in a mountainous top miles and miles away. His ears, though he doesn't recognise it for himself, hear absolute silence. Not even the sound of wind dancing along the leaves of trees, or the buzzing of nocturnal insects. A deathly nothing surrounds them.

They come to a halt under the towering gates, locked tightly with chains connecting in a massive bond in the middle. It looks ancient, overgrown with roses, thorns adding protection against unwanted guests. Even through the cotton in his ears and the fog in his eyes, he can feel a bone-chillingly unnatural power emanating from the gate, and the woods behind it. Something powerful resides behind it all, nipping with its tendrils at his naked legs teasingly.

"A moment, dear."

The Reaper's sudden mellow voice jerks his shoulders, pulling them higher to hide his neck between them, curling his body towards the sleeve warmed with his own shallow breaths. The balance between manic fear and keeping his own consciousness alight is protected only by this veil of safety; this warm fabric that grounds him and shades him from everything, if only in his own mind. A single wrong step could send the angel down an animalistic, screeching, wild path of panic, where the only way the Reaper would be able to lead him where he belongs is through means of sedation. Auden is in a fragile state, and his saviour is more than aware of this.

However, his unrelenting grip on the man's arm and the whimper slipping out of him beckons a small, light-hearted laugh from him, — "I know it's scary, but I cannot open the gate with both my hands captive."

Auden only holds him harder, looking up at him like he's asking him to sever his very own hands just so he can continue hugging his arm. The man gives a small tug, hoping to gently shake him off, yet only succeeding in scaring the angel further. When those lovely blue-purple irises find his gaze, swimming in shimmering tears, smelling sweeter than anything, it is only a matter of millenia spent mastering patience and self-control that helps keep the Reaper's jaw locked tight as it is; rather than locked savagely around the flesh of the adorable angel's delectable neck. Nothing of the sudden lurch of hunger and lust makes it past the carefully disciplined expression of gentle kindness on his face, but a single sigh, disguised as fondness and nothing more, — "not a fan of returning favours, huh? Keeping me trapped like this when I just freed you — ah, but I'd lie if I said I'm so trustworthy. Perhaps you're right to keep me."

With a motion as effortless as if it were a simple walking stick, the Reaper stabs his heavy scythe into the earth. Its blade digs into the ground with no issue, cutting it apart like butter. He lifts his now free hand in front of him, armoured and coal black, enveloping the chains of the gate with tendrils of black, working them apart languidly. Auden never wonders how his magic works, what caused his arm and patches of his skin to turn so void dark, for his body to emanate such a thick mist of cursed fog to hide in. It's only fitting for someone like Death, he thinks, and he does not wonder further. What matters is that he is here with someone who fought — and slaughtered — an army to have him, and he can only thank his Lord for granting him the mercy of another chance. He only cares to stand at his side, the side of one who intimidated someone so powerful and feared as Miss Thu'lin with only his mere presence.

A familiar type of dread for someone like Auden; for an inhabitant of Heaven and the land of his Lord, to command people with the mere fact of His existence.

The lock clicks, snapping open in an instant. The chains flow apart like a parted river, opening the entrance to the forest flawlessly. The Reaper's blade swiftly finds its way back in its owner's hand, pulled out of the dirt just as easily as it went in. The silver claws of the blackened arm clink against it, drawing a shiver down Auden's spine.

They walk past the gate, entering the lush, mysterious woods of silence. Behind them, the gate closes on its own, locking itself tight. Auden feels a strange weight on his skin overpowering the already present weight of exhaustion, leaning more and more onto his escort. The man does not even spare a glance, — "We are almost there, angel. We have entered your owner's home; I hope it's to your liking. If it isn't, do not worry — I'm sure you won't see much of it ever again."

His owner's home. He guesses it's par for the course to be considered property; nobody down here has ever considered him to be anything but. He does not need to be anything more as long as he is useful. An angel only deserves mercy as long as he is useful — and Fallen, they only live so long as they are. He only hopes that whatever this man sees in him remains, and amuses him so for a long time.

They walk in silence for what feels like an hour. Auden struggles to keep his eyes open, and the Reaper does not talk to him any longer. At one point, he begins humming a haunting tune, lulling the angel deeper into a daze, stumbling along his side clumsily. The only thing keeping him on his two feet is his hold on Death's arm dragging him with endlessly.

He misses large portions of the journey, blinking in and out of awareness. One moment they are in a forest clearing, the next they are climbing a mountain path towards the top, and yet more time later, he spots a massive building hidden away on the other side of a stone bridge connecting the two peaks. The thick walls and tall tinted glass windows only rouse him for a second before he wanders right back into his own head.

"Just a little longer, love, a bit longer. Come," — the Reaper calls to him when his knees buckle, just a small distance from the bridge. His ears are buzzing, his eyes flow with more tears, his breathing is uneven. He cannot walk any longer. He is far beyond exhausted, having already pushed himself far further than ever before. His fuzzy vision finds his saviour, but his mumbled prayer does not make it far enough to be comprehensible even by the sharpest of ears. For the first time, Death's expression changes just slightly, not enough for Auden to decide if he is angry or concerned. — "Come on. Get up. I've already dragged you this far, don't collapse on me now."

The angel tries, truly tries his best, but he simply cannot walk any more. His legs do not work right, his head feels heavier than a boulder, his poor wings drag behind him like dead weight. He tries to plead, if only wheezing and coughing, — "Pl-please, mercy, ha-have — " — cough, cough. He finds his own throat to grab onto, experiencing human thirst once again as his voice catches on dry flesh. His tears flow freely, — "Can't…I can't…"

Auden only hears a sudden noise. A whistle of something flying through the air, the screech of it connecting with something metal, and then the explosion of debris as it burrows into the wall in front of him.

He freezes, but his reaction time is nothing compared to the Reaper's. By the time he realises what had happened, the scythe that protected him from being impaled by a desperate Miss Thu'lin has already been primed for another attack. The spear that was aimed at him was deflected precisely, a pair of crimson eyes pinning his attacker to the spot. If Auden could have seen the expression on the man's face, he might have passed out from sheer terror.

"Utterly bold choice, Miss Thu'lin," — the Reaper growls, his polite, melodic voice morphing into one low and dark, the purr of a predator, — "to swallow all dignity and crawl in the dirt like all your vermin, rotting beneath my blade. To fight with a nerved, audacious cowardice unexpected of someone your stature."

The silence that stretched between them was deafening. Auden was too scared to move. Miss Thu'lin was, too. Her daring final effort of shameless selfishness did not let her think far enough to think of the consequences. Now, she stands like a deer in headlights, without even the satisfaction of having torn the angel from Death's grasp.

The Reaper smiles, sharp lines of anger prominent, as if thoroughly amused by the queen's actions. He straightens his back, quickly returning to a relaxed, yet sanguine stance, letting his head flop back lazily as he grins at her viciously. — "Fascinating show of power, Queen of Dragons, truly fascinating. I will be sure not to overestimate you ever again."

With that, he turns and pushes the angel forward, leaving Miss Thu'lin to marinate in her shameful loss and blood of her servants.

It all disappears from sight again — every tree, the bridge, the building, his saviour. It all flows into a river of colours, melting away into nothingness and surrounding him in void. His hands slip from the Reaper’s coat, feeling sharp rocks under fingertips as his body lands on the ground. His knees scrape open, letting pure crimson soak into the earth. Through his irregular breathing and misty vision he cannot make out anything but the pain in his lungs and the terror eating him alive. The Reaper might be talking to him, or he might be left all alone, he cannot tell the difference.

He remains there and cries, cries for a long time. He feels Death's claws running down his spine, the intense observation of the Doctor warming the back of his neck, Miss Thu'lin's smoky breath on his cheeks — he cries out and pleads, yelling for the hellish cacophony to stop. For a second, he thinks he is going insane with all these images and sounds and feelings, and the next —

He feels plush duvets, a pleasant temperature and the smell of processed wood and fabric. The sharp pebbles digging into his skin are replaced with silken comforters and a delicate mattress that lets his legs melt out from under him.

The sudden change in gravity and circumstances distracts him from his meltdown, replacing hysterical delusions with what at first seems like more hallucinations. Upon further inspection, and a great deal of mental deductions, he decides that the lavish, pristine room he was plopped into was very much real. The ever gentle expression of his saviour watching him concur this fact makes it easier, grounding him further. He returns to a more manageable state in just a couple minutes, to the relief of his escort. His crying stops, his yelling disappears and his shivering lessens to the same rigid, wide-eyed, confused level he was stuck in before.

Auden is looking at the man like he is seeing things, and for all the Reaper knows, he might be. He comes close to him, leading his torso further onto the bed patiently, silently ordering him to lie down with a hand pushing him down. Auden does so, fearful of everything as ever, subconsciously letting his fatigued muscles relax. Death smiles at him, pulling a deep emerald blanket over him sweetly. — "Comfortable, isn't it?"

The angel stares at him, furrowing his brows. He looks like he is going to panic again, his eyes snapping around the room, his fingers gripping the comforter harder, another teary whimper climbing out of his throat. Before he could descend again, Grim leads his attention back to himself.

"Angel, angel, angel… Shhh. Look at me." — His hand, the one without armour and unnatural inky blackness enveloping it finds Auden's face, keeping him still. His voice holds no urgency, only patience. Unending, benevolent patience. — "That's it, keep those beautiful eyes on me. That's lovely."

A stray tear escapes his wild eyes, caught by a cold thumb. Those red eyes glint in that particular, non-safe way again, but the glint is gone as quick as it appeared, returning the blood red into a tame crimson. — "There is no need to fear, darling, none at all. I brought you here to rest. No one will bother you, I made sure of that. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Auden does not agree, but he doesn't cry either. His thoughts are slow, yet restless. Steadily, very steadily, Death feels his heart slow. He wishes he was any better at navigating these types of situations. Then again, he is not used to adoring, trusting eyes such as this newly Fallen's. — "I will leave you here, now. No, no, I will return later," — he quickly adds, — "once you are well rested. You are safe here, and I will not be far. All I ask is that you sleep well. From the darkness under your eyes, I assume that will not be much of a challenge."

The utter reverence he sees in the troubled little Fallen is simply divine.

"Poor blackbird; they taught you so well. It goes in one ear, and out the other. Mindless worship and endless submission." — His words cut, but Auden doesn't even flinch. In his deepest lows, one returns quickest to what they know well. For an angel, the veneration of power, divine or otherwise, comes as easy as their naïve trust. This one sees him like he is his new God. If he was aware enough to realise, such sacrilege would burn his face and consume his subconscious. The Reaper is sure it will, with time.

He summons charm to his eyes, growing bored of this abundance of useless grace. It's entertaining, for a while, to play along and show endless tact to those that do not deserve or appreciate it — Miss Thu'lin's lack of decorum in return to his sweet words always even manages to bring a smile to his old friend's face, for example — yet, even the undead tire of endless charades. His sudden cold look aimed at Auden has him pulling at the soft silk around him, using it as a pathetic shield to hide behind. However sweet it is to watch the angel's endless terror, Death is not known for his merciful deeds.

"Sleep for me, angel."

Auden passes out in an instant. His breathing eases out, his body loses all stress.

Grim turns to leave, stopping only to take one final look at the newcomer. The first Fallen in the last three centuries. He is endlessly curious why that is. A special case; it must be. He cannot wait to find out more about him.

He hopes, above all, that the angel will be a good enough gift for his Lord.

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