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Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 10

Being Touched should have been a blessing—a mark of honor in your lineage, celebrated by your pack since childhood. But to you, it's always made you feel like an outsider, never really fitting in anywhere. Yeah, you had your best friend Jess, but for you, something always felt like it was missing. The land your pack runs on during the full moons brings you a sense of peace you don't fully understand, at first.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 4764

Warning: SMUT! - no intercourse, oral m receiving, dry sex, Claiming, Aftercare, Fluff, Reader taking care of Dean. Dean being Dean.

A/N: Professor Robert Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager, as I absolutely love that character. Alaric Saltzman is from The Vampire Diaries.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle, please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

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The soft glow of the nightstand lamp cast long shadows across your room, the dim light making everything feel quieter, more intimate. The air between you and Dean felt heavy, charged with something unspoken yet undeniable.

He stood just inside the doorway, his fingers still curled around yours. His chest rose and fell in measured breaths, but beneath the calm, you could feel the tension in him—his wolf pacing just beneath the surface, caught between instinct and the need to keep Dean in check.

Dean had always been controlled, always carried himself with a careful restraint. But now… now that restraint was thinning, fraying at the edges as his eyes trailed over you. You could see it, in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his fingers flexed as if he were resisting the urge to hold you tighter.

You knew what this meant to him, what it meant for his wolf. It wasn’t just about the physical act of claiming—it was about trust, surrendering to something he had wanted for so long and never allowed himself to have. And now, standing here with you, he was letting himself want this.

The silence stretched between you, thick with anticipation.

“Dean,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze snapped to yours, sharp and searching. You lifted your free hand, letting your fingers graze over his jaw, feeling the tension there, the way he was trying to hold himself together.

His breath shuddered out. Your touch was so soft, so tender, so loving.

“I can hear him,” Dean admitted, voice rough. “My wolf. He’s—” He swallowed, shaking his head slightly. “He’s never been this—” “Loud?” you supplied.

Dean huffed a quiet, almost breathless laugh. “Yeah.” Maybe Sam had been right all along. Maybe his wolf could keep him from hurting you.

His grip on your hand tightened, but not in fear. He was grounding himself in you, in this moment.

You stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat rolling off him in waves. His scent—what little you could register—was stronger now, richer, wrapping around you like something tangible. If only you could truly smell it, feel it the way he could feel yours.

“He’s not just loud,” Dean continued, voice lower now, rasping. “He’s… calm.” His brows furrowed, like he didn’t quite believe it himself. “For the first time, he’s not pulling away. Not fighting me.” His chest tightened at his words.

His wolf wasn’t fighting him. Wasn’t retreating to the dark recesses of his mind like when Dean had been with other omegas in the past. He was accepting this—accepting you.

Slowly, you lifted your hands, sliding them up the solid planes of his chest, feeling the warmth beneath your fingertips. Dean let out a slow, measured breath, like he was steadying himself, but his wolf… his wolf wasn’t just present.

He was waiting.

“I trust him,” you whispered. “And I trust you.”.

Something flickered in his expression—something raw, something deep.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead, he exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes fluttering shut for the briefest second. When they opened again, you knew.

He was ready.

And so were you.

You’d spent the last two months researching the claiming process, memorizing every detail, every nuance—how to forge the bond without crossing the final threshold. Tonight, all of that knowledge would be put to use.

For a brief moment, you recalled Jess teasing you a month ago when she caught you practicing on a banana, her laughter ringing in your ears as she’d smirked and said, “You know, you could just wait and let instinct take over.” You had rolled your eyes at the time, but deep down, you knew—this wasn’t something you wanted to leave to chance.

And Dean deserved better than guesswork.

You pushed the memory aside, focusing on him. His breathing had shifted—slower, heavier, as if his body was preparing itself for what was to come. His pupils were blown wide, the green of his irises swallowed by something more primal.

He was waiting for you to guide him through this.

Your fingers drifted from his chest, up the column of his throat, feeling the way his pulse thrummed beneath your touch. His skin was hot, the scent of him thickening in the space between you.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” you whispered, your lips hovering just above his.

Dean let out a breath—shaky, unsure—but he didn’t pull away.

“I’m not afraid,” he admitted. “Not of you.” His hand came up, cupping your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheek. His voice was softer now, barely more than a rasp. “I just… I don’t want to screw this up.”

You smiled, tilting your head just enough to nuzzle into his touch. “You won’t.” He exhaled, something in him uncoiling.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, you closed the space between you, your lips barely grazing his before pressing fully into him. The kiss was slow, deliberate—unrushed, and intimate.

Dean let out a low, almost inaudible sound in the back of his throat, his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you against him. Heat flared where your bodies met, and for the first time, you felt the full weight of what this moment meant.

You deepened the kiss first, teasing his lips with your tongue, a silent request for entrance. His fingers tightened on your waist, a low groan rumbled deep in his chest, but he parted his lips, meeting you eagerly. You felt everything—the hitch in his breath, the way his fingers flexed like he wanted to pull you closer, to take control. But he didn’t. He was waiting for you.

That realization sent a shiver down your spine. He was letting you lead.

Slowly, deliberately, your hands began to explore, tracing the firm lines of his chest through his shirt. Your fingers splayed wide, palms pressing over the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He was warm—so warm—and solid beneath your touch, his muscles taut with anticipation.

You shifted your weight slightly, guiding him backward toward the bed. Dean followed, without resistance, his lips never leaving yours, his trust unspoken but absolute.

When the backs of his knees met the edge of the mattress, you pressed against him, hands sliding to the hem of his shirt. His breath hitched again, but he didn’t stop you. Didn’t question it.

You tugged the fabric upward, your fingers grazing along his skin, feeling the tension in his muscles as he lifted his arms to help you strip him bare. The moment the fabric hit the floor, your hands were on him again—mapping him out, learning every ridge, every scar, every piece of him that made him him.

Dean exhaled sharply, his head tipping back just enough to expose the line of his throat—a silent show of trust. His wolf was quiet, still, waiting.

The knowledge of what came next flickered in your mind as your lips trailed over his chest, leaving tender kisses in your wake. His hands found your hips, gripping just enough to ground himself, to hold onto something solid in the midst of all the sensation.

Your touch ignited fire beneath his skin, tension coiling low in his abdomen with every deliberate brush of your lips. Even with the confidence you’d carried earlier, he could feel your inexperience—the hesitation beneath the curiosity in your hands. The way you touched him wasn’t the same as someone who had done this before. You touched him as if he was the first man you’d ever explored—carefully, curiously, with an intimacy so raw it made his breath catch.

Then, your lips brushed over his scent gland, your tongue sweeping sensually across it.

The guttural growl that rumbled through him was instantaneous, his grip on your waist tightened before it loosening again. Does she have any idea how sensitive that spot is?

Oh, you knew.

You eased him down, guiding him until his back met the mattress. The lamp cast golden light over the bare skin of his chest, the shadows accentuating every ridge, every scar, every part of him that made him Dean. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as he watched you.

And God, did he watch you.

His wolf stirred, proud—so damn proud—of its mate. You weren’t just tending to him, you were tending to them, claiming your place at his side, guiding him with hands that trembled only slightly, but never wavered. There was no hesitation in your care, no second-guessing in the way you touched him. Every brush of your fingers, every careful movement, was deliberate. Intentional.

His instincts roared with the urge to pull you down, to roll you beneath him, to take. But he forced himself to stay still, to let you give at your pace.

And then, with the same steady resolve, you shifted your weight and reached lower, fingers working at his boots. A quiet exhale left his lips as you pulled them free, followed by his socks. Then your hands were at his belt, working the leather through the loops before undoing the button and sliding down the zipper.

Dean’s breath hitched when you gripped the fabric of his jeans, knuckles grazing over heated skin as you tugged them down. His muscles tensed, then relaxed beneath your careful touch. When the denim hit the floor, you didn’t stop.

One final barrier remained, and you took your time, the deliberate pace of your movements making his pulse pound in his throat. Straddling his thighs near his knees, you let yourself look at him. Really look.

God, he was beautiful beneath you, and you let yourself drink him in. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to the sharp line of his hip, just above the waistband of his boxers. His hands fisted the blankets beside him, but his eyes never strayed from you. The heat in them was searing, but there was something else, too—something softer. Something that told you he was already yours.

The press of his hardened length against your chest, between your breasts, sent heat pooling low in your belly, but you didn’t rush. Dean picked up the scent of your slick instantly, a quiet moan slipping from his lips. Your fingers teased beneath the elastic, slow, so slow, as you savored every shift in his breathing, every flex of his muscles beneath your touch.

Then, finally, finally, you were slipping them down his legs, the fabric gliding over heated skin before joining the rest of his clothes on the floor. Dean lay before you, bare, every inch of him offered without hesitation.

His wolf purred its approval, pride thrumming through his chest.

Slowly, you climbed onto the bed next to him, kneeling for a moment before settling on your side. The heat of his skin radiated against yours, his body wound tight with anticipation. You took his hand, guiding it to your waist before cupping his cheek. “Not fair,” he muttered, fingers curling at the hem of your shirt, his voice rough with need. That little pout on his lips, so utterly adorable, only made you smile.

You brushed your thumb over his cheek, leaning closer, your voice soft but firm. “Let me take care of you, Alpha.”

The word was a whisper against his lips, reverent but possessive, and it sent a shudder through him. A growl rumbled in his chest, low and impatient, but pleased.

You kissed him again, and this time, it wasn’t just loving. It wasn’t just tender. It was deeper. A little more aggressive. A little more intense. His hand slid to your back, fingers splayed wide as he pulled you closer, his grip firm but controlled. You felt the restraint in the way he held you, how his muscles stayed coiled, resisting the instinct to roll you beneath him. He was still holding back. His wolf present, pacing just beneath the surface, watching.

Your touch was slow, deliberate, tracing the hard lines of his body, mapping the dips and ridges of muscle beneath warm skin. When your lips left his, trailing along his jaw, his breath hitched—his stubble rough against your mouth, the scrape of it grounding, real.

Then you kissed just below his ear, letting your lips ghost over the sensitive skin of his scent gland.

His reaction was immediate.

His grip tightened on your hip—sharp, possessive, enough that you felt it. A rush of heat flared in his eyes, but his body locked up beneath you.

He froze.

Your fingers drifted up, cupping his cheek, coaxing him back. Your gaze found his, steady, reassuring. Unwavering.

“Shhh…” Your voice was a whisper against his lips, your nose nuzzling his. “It’s okay, Alpha. Relax for me. I won’t break.” You let your breath brush warm over his skin, grounding him in the softness of your touch. “Trust your wolf. Trust me.”

Dean’s chest rose and fell in deep, steadying breaths. His wolf hadn’t tried to stop him. He hadn’t hurt you. And if he was paying attention—really paying attention—you had liked it.

The realization settled over him, and the tension in his body eased.

“I trust you, omega,” he whispered, his voice wrecked. His head tilted, his nose brushing yours as he nuzzled you back, allowing himself to let go—to sink into your touch, your scent, you.

Jess’s words echoed in your mind: “Breathe, let yourself feel instead of thinking so damn hard, I promise, you’ll be fine.”

And so you did. You let yourself breathe. Your movements were deliberate, but to Dean, they were hypnotic.

You shifted, straddling his waist, keeping your lips on him, never breaking contact. He let out a slow exhale, hands settling at your hips, the weight of them grounding, right. His fingers flexed, soothing, even over your clothes, no longer careful—just feeling.

Your lips ghosted over his shoulder, then lower, tracing along his collarbone, savoring the way his breath hitched. With each kiss, each slow descent, your body followed, moving in sync, teasing, exploring.

He couldn’t keep still beneath you. Couldn’t stop the quiet moans that slipped past his lips, the soft, needy whimpers he didn’t even realize he was making. His body moved toward your touch, chasing it, craving more.

He was still holding onto some thread of control, still thinking—until your lips brushed over the dip of his hip.

Then, he stopped breathing.

Nestled between his legs, you looked up at him from beneath your lashes, watching him, waiting.

God, you were beautiful.

Dean’s lips parted, like he wanted to say something, but no words came—not now when your fingers traced the crook of his thigh, teasing, lingering. Not when your mouth followed, mapping his skin, moving closer, closer to where he was desperate for you.

The first sensation was your hand, warm, wrapping around the base of his shaft. His head fell back against the pillow, a sharp exhale punched from his lungs. Then, the soft heat of your breath against the head of his cock, the way iit throbbed in your grasp.

You didn’t look away—not once. Your lips and tongue explored his shaft, learning, testing, discovering what made him groan, what made his fingers twist in the sheets, what made his hips roll for more.

Then, the moment you took him into your mouth, along your tongue, a growl ripped from his throat. His hand tangled in your hair, fingers threading through the strands, gripping—not to control, but to anchor.

A tantalizing shiver danced down your spine, heat pooling deep, sending a rush of slick between your thighs.

You hummed around him, a quiet reassurance that you wanted this, that you were okay with the way he touched you. And then, slowly, deliberately, you moved—hollowing your cheeks, sliding along his length, letting him feel every inch of your mouth, every press of your tongue.

Your hand remained wrapped around the base of his shaft, a steady, easy barrier for your first time ever doing this. You took your time, savoring each reaction, each sound, each pulse of need from the man beneath you.

Dean swore he’d died at some point, lost in the warmth of your mouth around him. He wasn’t even sure what sounds were leaving him anymore, and if he were being honest, he didn’t care. He let you lead, but his hips moved on instinct, thrusting up as your lips moved down his shaft. “Omega… please…” The plea came ragged, breathless, edged with a need that made your core tighten.

So, you obliged—just a little, just enough. His fingers flexed in your hair, and when you hummed around him, the vibration sent a shudder through his entire body. The coil in his abdomen tightened, his restraint fraying by the second. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he knew it.

But you weren’t ready to let him fall over the edge just yet. Slowly, you withdrew, swirling your tongue over the head before releasing him completely. “You okay, Alpha?”

The question was simple, but the weight of it knocked the breath from his lungs. His mouth parted, but words failed him, so he settled for a nod. The way you looked at him—like he was yours, completely, utterly—left him speechless.

A quiet chuckle slipped past your lips, and you shifted, sliding off the bed to stand at the foot of it. His eyes roamed over your body, still clothed, but he could smell your arousal, thick in the air, and it was driving him insane. Every muscle in his body was taut with barely contained restraint.

His wolf prowling just beneath the surface. Watching, waiting, preparing for what was to come.

Then, you moved. First, your shorts, slipping down your thighs and pooling at your feet. Your heart pounded, but you ignored the flutter of nerves as you gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, baring yourself to him. Only the scrap of cotton between your thighs remained, darkened with evidence of just how aroused you were. But tonight wasn’t about you. It was about him. Dean’s breath hitched. “God, you’re beautiful…” The words came unbidden, reverent, his voice wrecked with awe.

A blush crept into your cheeks, warmth blooming in your chest, but you refused to let yourself shy away from this—from him. Not tonight. You climbed back onto the bed, moving between his legs, pressing slow, teasing kisses along his stomach, his ribs, up the plane of his chest.

The sounds he made only spurred you on, allowing yourself to feel it all. Briefly, you wondered if that was how you would look when he chose to claim you, completely wrecked under his touch. The thought made you smirk against his skin.

His breaths came uneven, and the way his hands gripped the sheets, the tension in his arms, told you everything you needed to know—he was holding on by a thread. And God, you wanted to see him unravel.

The moment you straddled him, the heat of you against him, the damp cotton rubbing against his cock—it nearly broke him. His hands flew to your hips, fingers digging in as he rocked against you, desperate for friction. A quiet moan slipped from your lips, your body pressed against his.

You moved, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate strokes, applying just the right amount of pressure against his throbbing cock. The way he trembled beneath you, muscles taut, breaths uneven and ragged—it was intoxicating. He was like this because of you. Because of your touch.

Dean fought to keep himself in check, fingers twitching against your bare skin. If he let himself kiss along your neck, taste the warmth of you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. Your scent—thick with arousal—was already driving him to the edge. Bracing your hands against his chest, you lifted slightly, shifting your weight, letting yourself sink into the slow grind of your bodies. The soaked cotton of your panties dragged against his cock, teasing you both with just enough friction to make you ache.

A sharp breath left his lips as he moved, wrapping an arm around you, shifting to sit up against the headboard. The new angle pressed you even closer, your bodies aligning, making it easier for you to move, to chase the pleasure you both desperately craved.

Your breath fanned over his scent gland, warm, teasing, and Dean’s restraint frayed further. His hand traced the curve of your waist, skimming over your ribs before cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh. His thumb grazed over your nipple, rolling it between his fingers, sending another jolt of heat through your core.

When you moaned, head tilting back just enough, he took the opportunity. His mouth found your breast, lips latching onto the peak, sucking, tasting, as his free hand guided your hips, pressing you harder against his aching cock. The slow, rhythmic roll of your bodies built into something unbearable, something electric.

You focused on his scent gland, your tongue moving over it, coaxing it to swell like you had learned. You could feel his control unraveling, his breath ragged against your skin. His hand slipped between you, dipping past the waistband of your panties, fingers finding that bundle of nerves with practiced ease. The moment he touched you, your canines extended, sharp, instinctual.

“So… close…” he moaned, the sound vibrating against your chest, his grip tightening on your hip.

Your fingers curled into his shoulders, nails dragging over his skin as you whispered against his scent gland, voice drenched with want. “Cum for me, Alpha.”

Something inside him snapped.

His hands tightened, muscles locking, movements stuttering. His mouth moved up your chest, over your collarbone. Dean pulled back, just a bit, as that coil inside both of you snapped simultaneously, and your teeth sank into his flesh.

Your name tore from his lips in a guttural growl of pleasure, his canines extended, hovering a hair's breadth from your scent glad. Stars exploded behind his lids. His wolf restraining him with an effort he didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t fight against.

Your release sent pleasure cresting and crashing over you in waves, your entire body trembling against him. But your main focus was on your task, claiming him. Slowly, you pulled away, and even with your body thrumming, you licked over the mark, soothing the wound, the mark that would always be there from this moment forward.

Slowly, he relaxed beneath you, his breath evening back out, the tension melting from his body. His arms around you, pulling you close, your cheek nuzzling against his, holding him just as close. The weight of what had just happened settled between you, thick and unshakable.

A soft purr rumbled in your chest, the sound vibrating through him. “You did so good for me, Alpha,” you murmured, voice gentle, praising him. “So proud of you.”

The sincerity in your voice, the pride, sent a shiver down his spine, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had. He let out a shaky breath, arms tightening around you. His wolf had kept you safe, from him. “You were amazing,” he whispered.

The weight of exhaustion settled into Dean’s limbs, but it wasn’t the kind that came from strain or stress. It was deeper—bone-deep, sated, the kind that only came when something inside him had finally, finally stopped running.

And it was because of you.

You were still curled against him, breath warm against his skin, your scent wrapping around him like a balm. His mark pulsed faintly on his scent gland, a reminder of what you’d just done, of what you’d given him. The thought sent a shiver through him—not fear, not doubt, just… something he didn’t have the words for yet.

Then you shifted, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw, your voice low, soothing. “Come on, Alpha. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Dean let out a sleepy grunt of protest, tightening his arms around you, not quite ready to let you go just yet. But you only chuckled, warm and indulgent, fingers brushing his damp hair.

“You can hold me after,” you promised, voice gentle. “Just let me take care of you.” You didn’t want to get up either, your body just as spent, but this part was just as important as the entire day had been.

Something in the way you said it unraveled him further. He had spent his whole life taking care of others—his brother, his pack, even you in his own way. But right now, you weren’t asking. You were telling him, and damn if that didn’t settle something deep in his chest.

His wolf stretched in his mind, yawning, just as spent—but for a different reason. It had taken so much effort, so much focus, concentration to hold Dean back from claiming you earlier, that he needed rest too. But damn if he wasn’t proud of you. Their mate had taken care of them—had chosen to.

So, with a heavy sigh, he let you pull back, let you coax him up from the bed.

You moved with quiet purpose, leading him into the adjoining bathroom, flicking on the soft glow of the vanity light instead of the harsher overhead. The warmth of your hand never left his as you guided him toward the sink.

Dean watched you in the mirror, watched the way you wet a washcloth, running it under warm water before wringing it out. His mark stood out on his scent gland, a small, perfect imprint of your canines, and his wolf purred with satisfaction at the sight.

You caught his eyes in the reflection, your gaze soft, affectionate. “You okay?” He swallowed, nodding. “Yeah.” His voice was rough, sleep-thick. “Just… never thought this would feel like this.” Your lips curved into a small smile as you stepped closer, bringing the washcloth up to his skin. The warmth of it soothed the slight ache where you had bitten him, your touch careful, reverent.

“I know,” you murmured, dabbing at his neck before shifting your focus lower, wiping away the sheen of sweat from his chest, his stomach, as well as the evidence of his release. “Me neither.”

You worked in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it was the best damn silence he’d ever sat in.

When you knelt before him, your touch turning even softer as you cleaned him with delicate care, Dean felt something tighten in his throat. You weren’t just doing this because it was necessary—you were doing it because you wanted to, because you needed to.

For him. For his wolf.

His fingers found your cheek, guiding you to look up at him. “You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart.”

You only smiled, pressing a lingering kiss against his thigh before rising to your feet. “You’re my mate, my Alpha. I know that when you’re ready, you’ll claim me.”

He couldn’t stop the boyish grin or the blush that crept up his neck. God, the way you said his title had his heart stuttering again. Dean watched as you focused on yourself, removing your underwear and tossing them in the hamper. You rinsed the washcloth, wiping away the evidence of both of you—his release on your stomach, yours trailing down your thighs.

Dean should’ve felt spent, drained. But watching you like this—watching you take care of yourself, take care of both of you—only filled his chest with something bigger than exhaustion. Bigger than relief.

It was peace.

When you were finished, you took his hand, lacing your fingers with his. You led him back to the bed, pulling back the blankets and pushing him down gently. Then, you crawled in next to him, pulling the covers over the two of you as you settled against him like you belonged there—because you did. He pulled you close, tucking you beneath his chin, his arms locked securely around you.

You nuzzled against him, lips brushing over his collarbone. “Comfy?”

His answering chuckle was low, content. “Yeah. You?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, already half-asleep, just like his wolf.

Dean pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his eyes slipping shut, the steady rhythm of your breathing lulling him under.

For the first time in a long, long time, Dean slept without a single worry. Not about the morning. Not about the memories he thought wouldn’t come until then. Not now. Not in this moment. In this moment, he had his mate in his arms.

But, because he wasn’t worried, he wasn’t prepared for the memories to come in his dreams—memories that belonged to his wolf on the nights of the full moon.

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- “A life done before.”

You and Kyle know what it means to lose a beloved mate. Both feeling like you’re going through another rebirth when you feel the tethered strand of fate pulling you together.

Alpha!reader x Beta!Gaz Second chance mates. [masterlist]

TW: grief/hurt/angst (will be 18+ due to smut in next parts) 2,084word

Kyle had never known darkness till he met you. He hadn’t truly touched upon his own, instead he chased the light at every opportunity he could grasp. Knowing that his deceased mate would want him to live and not survive.

He kept himself busy, signing up for back to back missions and training courses to stop his mind wandering back to his lost love. Which was also not you.

In life, Kyle believed there was one moon and one mate. You, however, a second chance mate was not something he knew of until you arrived on base. And it was as if fate was laughing at him, your call-sign being Lux….because you lit up a hostile area with flares and blinded the enemy.

Light, the same thing Kyle chased in order to escape the darkness of the one he loved and lost. Johnny mentioned something about divine intervention.

Everyone seemed to avoid you like the plague, well the males did. You were a few years older than Kyle, Captain and now working with the welfare council for werewolves. Making sure that alphas treated their pack members fairly with no abuse or neglect. You were there permanently on the base to shadow each and every system in place.

Kyle just so happened to be the one to break up a fight between a beta and a delta. Giving a statement in your run down office on the furthest side of civilisation. A temporary mobile unit that looked like it had been there since the sixties and forgotten about.

He hesitated in the doorway, your scent nearly knocking him back outside. A strong, heady aroma he couldn’t decipher. Couldn’t quite figure out if it was something he liked or something he loathed. It burnt his nostrils, left a bitter after taste at the back of his throat.

“You feel that too?” You say, not bothering to glance his way as you stare at the computer screen, keyboard clicking away.

“Yes.” He didn’t want to admit it, neither did he want to stick around too long and tempt fate.

The pit of his stomach heated, like a spark catching off of a rock in the depths of a dark cave. One flicker of a withering flame, does he want to let it grow though or smother it? He’s not felt it in a long time, that warmth, that reassurance that someone’s there for him. The guilt eats away at him, he thinks of his mate, not you. You’re not his mate, there are no second chances and no way in hell is there any replacement.

Kyle’s heard the rumours spreading about you and he’s sure you’ve heard his. Yours much different than his though. You witnessed your beloved mate die, worked with him in the same field and continued to do so without them. His mate completely different, civilian that had never witnessed the cruel hand of fate until well her death, but that was more punishing for Kyle.

Not that he’d wish for it to be the other way round though.

You’re an alpha, maybe that’s why he’s struggling to identify your scent. Maybe you’re shielding it from him so he can’t take advantage of the situation and lie on his statement. That or his wolf’s trying really hard to block anything else, but his beloved mates scent in hopes of never losing it too.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” you say, gaze flitting to his and the name on his chest. “Sergeant Garrick.”

A shiver runs down Kyle’s spine as he sat in the chair opposite your desk. No warmth in your features, eyes dull and missing their spark. Kyle should know, he stares at his reflection daily wondering when he’ll recognise himself again. When his voice will register with the same one in his head. You seem to be observing him too, no doubt going through the same monologue in your head. Like looking in a mirror and forcing each other to see what you’ve become. A shell of your previous self.

Kyle goes through the usual questions, answering as truthfully as he can about the situation and the pack, stating that he was just a bystander who diffused the fight. He can’t stop staring at you though, wondering if this is what everyone sees when they look at him.

“Thank you for your cooperation, sergeant,” you say, stretching your gloved hand over the table and shaking his. Grip firm and gaze locked on his, like you were looking knowingly into his soul.

I see you.

He’s glad you’re both wearing layers, even if he can feel the dull tingles pricking his palms and his fingers. Doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stomach skin to skin touch. The thought alone sending a wave of nausea washing over him.

“Of course, Captain.” He nods, declining your polite offer to call you by your call-sign instead of your rank. A bit too personal for his liking considering the circumstances.

The rain meets him as his boots crunch on the gravel outside, the drops of water pelting his tactical vest. He’s about to make a run for it, when he hears a whoosh. A dark shadow looming over him and he glances up to the umbrella, your hand wrapped around the handle.

“Just take it Garrick, no hidden meaning here.” You shake the umbrella, pushing it to his chest. Not waiting for a thank you, the door swinging shut before he can open his mouth.

Kyle grips the handle, walks back to the residential house slowly as the sky begins to darken. The hum of the street lamps warming up, but the pounding in his head drowns it all out. He dumps the umbrella in his bedroom, leaning it against the desk.

It doesn't rain for the rest of the month, April normally lived up to its reputation and rained nonstop. Not since you’d given him the umbrella, Kyle thought maybe the moon goddess was telling him it wasn’t meant to be. He shouldn’t go back there, doesn’t need to. Like you said, no hidden meaning behind the gesture.

He just can’t seem to get you out of his head. Each time he stares at his reflection, rubs his tired eyes he thinks of your same stare. A knowing look of truly knowing someone. And Kyle doesn’t understand most people.

A part of him is scared to be around you for too long. Kyle lost his mate four years ago and you lost yours seven. He doesn’t want to go any deeper in his own grief, looking at you tells him he hasn’t delved deep enough. Another small spec though, wants to throw a pebble and see how far it will go. How much he can withstand, but he doesn’t want to lose his sense of self or his beloved mate.

So when he sees you a month later in May, clothes drenched and stuck to your figure he offers you a fraction of light and a flicker of hope. A cup of warm of coffee from the canteen, the white mug sliding in front of your shivering frame sitting alone at the furthest table away. Your umbrella tucked under his arm. He slides into the bench next to you, arm brushing against your shoulder.

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The months that follow since that first cup of coffee, becomes routine. Meeting Kyle whenever it’s lashing down with rain and sometimes you gaze out the window wishing for a down pour. Hoping that maybe it can cleanse you, wash away your fears and lead you to something more.

His jacket weighs heavy on your shoulders as you walk back from the main building. The closer you get to Kyle, the further apart your meetings seem to get. He’s still got his remaining spark, not familiar with the deep well you can’t quite seem to climb out of. You haven’t gone too much into your grief with him, but he understands by just the look of your glassy eyes. A fleeting moment of knowing and it breaks your heart all over again. Silences you.

You’re no more than friends, mates seems like a great dishonour to your beloveds memory. There’s glimmers of hesitation on Kyle’s part, fingers hovering close to your hands as you walk next to each other. Words left unsaid that coat the back of your throat and claw for you to keep your mouth shut. Your wolf’s been lying dormant for, you don’t know how long, no bite left as you give up your alpha senses.

It’s been years since you let someone get so close. The walls beginning to crumble and it makes you want to build them up again. Stay in the well, waiting for coins and wishes you know won’t come.

Kyle has his friends, his task force. A team to keep him grounded and take his mind off everything. You don’t, no you’re the one in charge of other people’s wellbeing. Pushing your own needs aside. Your parents are long gone, ashes in the wind and you’re not close to siblings, they’re much older than you. Just being around Kyle reminds you of what you lack. What you long for.

“You’re pretty quiet today?” Kyle hums, head tilting as he tries to catch your gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” His fingers wrap around your upper arm and he pulls you to a gentle stop. You know he can feel the same twist in his chest, the pull of fate.

The mobile unit is in your sight, the one place where you don’t have to think of anything other than work. Where you can bury your head in the files and filter out all the noise. The guilt of spending time with Kyle and the shame you inflicted on yourself for leaning into the bond with him. Your chest bruised from your fists hitting the spot, pain is better than betraying your mate.

“I can’t,” you snapped, ripping your arm out of his hold and shrugging off his jacket. You shove it in his arms, rushing to the comfort of your office door.

He’s hot on your tail though, boots crunching in the gravel and voice raised as he calls after you. You daren’t glance over your shoulder, knowing you’ll stop.

“I’ve been racking my brain for a reason as not to…” he says, heel of his boots rocking back on step as if he’s thinking whether he should carry on or leave. “Either way we’re gonna get burnt.” His palm smacks on the door before it swings back at him.

You’re nothing like him though, no light left. Afraid to snuff out his flame or drain him of life, of hope.

No, you can’t drag him down with you.

You shake your head, trying to even out your faltered breaths. He reaches for your hand, but you dart to the side. “I can’t!” Why is he still here? Why can’t he see how different you are. How you were…

“Why not?” He whispers, as if you’ll break if he’s raises his voice. Like he knows exactly how fragile you, a heart of glass. A pebble finally dropping to the bottom of your well, a crack splitting the brick wall.

“Because you remind me everyday what I have lost! What I must endure.” You don't know how he manages to coax it out of you, how easily you fall apart for something as simple as being kind. You're used to getting on with it in silence and going on without being asked, no ones dared to get this close. You've said more to him than you have your therapist.

“Why would you want to forget him? I don’t want to forget them,” he says your mate’s name like he knew him, his beloved's name making you stumble back as if you were struck in the chest.

Tears spill over your lashes, burning your checks. Your knees crashing to the carpeted floor, head hung low as you finally release the pressure on your chest.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Kyle says, walking slowly towards you. “They wouldn’t want us to torture ourselves like this.” His arms circle you, palm smoothing up and down your back. You lean your head against his chest, fingers twisting the fabric of his sleeve.

His scent a mixture of your mates and combined with new notes of something earthy and smokey, as if cementing you were meant to burn each other.

Thanks for reading, I'll be posting part 1 of Price's mate tomorrow then be doing part 2 for each of the 141 guys :) Please note that I am dyslexic and although I check/edit my work multiple times I do miss errors/mistakes - Leya

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browsethestacks · 25 days ago

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Vintage Trading Cards - Comic Images Marvel Comics First Covers Series II Uncut Sheet (Complete Base Set) - Final Proof (1991)

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There's nothing more iconic than the very first cover of a popular comic book series. That's exactly what's highlighted here! Offered in this lot is an uncut sheet from the 1991 Comic Images Marvel Comics First Covers II trading card set. The 100 cards in this set show the very first covers of popular Marvel comic series, such as Wolverine, Web of Spider-Man, Ghost Rider, The Life of Captain Marvel, The X-Men VS. The Avengers, and more.

This sheet contains 10 rows of 10, for a total of 100 cards.

Checklist: Complete Base Set

1 Beware

2 Giant-Size Chillers - Curse of Dracula

3 The Spectacular Spider-Man

4 The Human Fly

5 The Marvel No-Prize Book

6 Marvel Superhero - Contest of Champions (Limited Series)

7 Hercules (Limited Series)

8 Wolverine (Limited Series)

9 Vision and The Scarlet Witch (Limited Series)

10 The Uncanny X-Men at the State Fair of Texas

11 Marvel Age

12 Obnoxio the Clown vs. The X-Men

13 The Saga of Crystar - Crystal Warrior

14 Hawkeye (Limited Series)

15 Cloak & Dagger (Limited Series)

16 Marvel Tails - Starring Peter Porker - The Spectacular Spider-Ham

17 The Falcon (Limited Series)

18 Magik (Limited Series)

19 The Jack of Hearts (Limited Series)

20 The X-Men and the Micronauts

21 Secret Wars (Limited Series)

22 Power Pack

23 West Coast Avengers (Limited Series)

24 Machine Man (Limited Series)

25 Web of Spider-Man

26 Moon Knight

27 Cloak and Dagger

28 Secret Wars II (Limited Series)

29 The Life of Captain Marvel

30 Longshot (Limited Series)

31 Squadron Supreme (Limited Series)

32 The Vision and The Scarlet Witch (Limited Series)

33 Nightcrawler (Limited Series)

34 Marvel Saga - The Official History of the Marvel Universe

35 X-Men and Alpha Flight (Limited Series)

36 The Punisher (Limited Series)

37 X-Factor #1

38 Classic X-Men

39 Strikeforce: Morituri

40 The Nam

41 The Comet Man

42 Fallen Angels (Limited Series)

43 Strange Tales

44 The X-Men vs. The Avengers (Limited Series)

45 Silver Surfer

46 The Punisher

47 Solo Adventures Starring Hawkeye and Mockingbird

48 Marvel Comics Presents Wolverine

49 Spellbound (Limited Series)

50 Nick Fury vs. S.H.I.E.L.D.

51 Black Panther (Limited Series)

52 What the ?!

53 Wolfpack (Limited Series)

54 Excalibur

55 X-Terminators

56 The Saga of The Sub-Mariner (Limited Series)

57 The Punisher War Journal

58 Wolverine

59 Semper Fi'

60 Fred Hembeck Destroys the Marvel Universe

61 What If ...

62 Solarman

63 Damage Control (Limited Series)

64 The Sensational She-Hulk

65 Marc Spector - Moon Knight

66 Nth Man - The Ultimate Ninja

67 Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

68 Power Pachyderms

69 The Wolverine Saga

70 Quasar

71 Shadow Masters (Limited Series)

72 The War

73 Damage Control (Limited Series)

74 Open Space

75 The Punisher: No Escape

76 The Thanos Quest

77 X-Men Spotlight On ... Starjammers (Limited Series)

78 Namor, The Sub-Mariner

79 The Saga of the Original Human Torch (Limited Series)

80 Ghost Rider

81 Marvel Superheroes - Spring Special

82 Black Knight (Limited Series)

83 Guardians of the Galaxy

84 Deathlok (Limited Series)

85 The New Warriors

86 The Punisher Armory

87 Spider-Man

88 Fool Killer (Limited Series)

89 Nomad

90 Black Panther: Panther's Prey (Limited Series)

91 Punisher P.O.V. (Limited Series)

92 Darkhawk

93 Nightcat

94 Sweet Sixteen

95 The Deadly Foes of Spider-Man (Limited Series)

96 Damage Control Vol. III

97 Sleepwalker

98 Deathlok

99 The Infinity Gauntlet (Limited Series)

100 Checklist

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therandompagesblog · 4 months ago

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SKZ War Chapter 7

Trigger Warnings: None

The tension in the pack was palpable. The haunted house had become the focal point of everyone’s worry, especially for the head alpha. For two weeks, Chan, Jeongin, Changbin, and Seungmin patrolled the area relentlessly, keeping an eye on the foggy barrier and any signs of Hongjoong. Yet, the house stood silent, its dark aura unnervingly still. Lucas and Moon, meanwhile, were trapped within the confines of their home. Grounded and under constant supervision, they could do little but stew in their own guilt and frustration.

“Nothing again,” Changbin muttered as he emerged from the tree line, his sharp eyes scanning the clearing. Chan, standing a few feet away, nodded grimly. “It’s been the same every night. No sign of Hongjoong, no sign of activity. It’s like he’s disappeared.” Jeongin, crouched near the base of a tree, spoke without looking up. “Or he’s waiting. He knows we’re watching.” Seungmin crossed his arms, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. “It doesn’t matter how long he waits. We’ll keep patrolling. If he shows himself, we’ll handle it.” Jeongin finally stood, brushing dirt off his hands. “We need to be careful. The boys said Hongjoong asked for help, but if he’s free now, he might be plotting something. We can’t underestimate him.” Chan sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Do you think the pack is safe? Or should we start warning the others?” Jeongin shook his head. “Not yet. If word gets out, it could lead to panic—or worse, other packs thinking we’ve sided with Hongjoong. We keep this contained.” Seungmin nodded in agreement. “And we keep watching.”

Back at the house, Lucas sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Moon was slumped in the chair by the desk, his arms crossed and his expression sour. “This sucks,” Moon muttered. “Tell me about it,” Lucas replied. “I get why they’re mad,” Moon continued. “But it’s not like we wanted to cause trouble. We were trying to help.” Lucas sat up, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Exactly! But no one cares about that. They’re just treating us like kids.” “Maybe because we are kids,” Moon pointed out. Lucas glared at him. “Not helping.” The door opened, and their mother, Y/N, stepped in. Her usually warm expression was shadowed with worry. “Boys,” she said, her tone firm but gentle. “We need to talk.” They both straightened, bracing themselves for another lecture. “I know you think we’re being harsh,” Y/N began, sitting on the edge of Lucas’s bed. “But this isn’t just about you. What you did put the entire pack at risk. You might not understand that now, but one day, you will.” Lucas looked down, guilt twisting in his stomach. “We were just trying to help,” he said quietly. “I know,” Y/N said, her voice softening. “But some problems are bigger than us. That’s why we have the alphas and betas to handle things like this. You need to trust them.”

Moon nodded reluctantly, but Lucas stayed silent. “I’m worried about both of you,” Y/N continued. “This isn’t something you should be involved in. That’s why we’re making a plan to keep you safe.” Lucas frowned. “What kind of plan?” Y/N smiled faintly. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Later that evening, Y/N met with Felix and Minho in the kitchen. The boys were asleep, and the house was quiet, save for the soft murmur of their voices. “They’re restless,” Y/N said, leaning against the counter. “Especially Lucas. He feels like we’re not listening to him.” Minho sipped his tea, his expression thoughtful. “Lucas has always been headstrong. He’s like you in that way—he doesn’t back down easily.” Felix nodded. “But he’s also smart. If we give him something to focus on, something to make him feel useful, it might keep him out of trouble.” “What do you suggest?” Y/N asked. Felix hesitated, then said, “We could involve him in the patrols—not directly, of course, but maybe give him small tasks. Something to keep his mind busy.” Minho shook his head. “That’s too risky. The last thing we need is for Lucas to think he’s part of this fight.” Y/N sighed. “I just want to protect them. Both of them. But I know Lucas. If we keep shutting him out, he’s only going to push harder.” Minho set down his cup, his gaze serious. “Then we need to be honest with him. Not about everything, but enough to make him understand why this is so dangerous.” Felix nodded in agreement. “And we need to keep a closer eye on the house. If Hongjoong really is gone, we need to know where he went—and why.” Y/N nodded, her resolve strengthening. “Then we’ll do whatever it takes. For the pack—and for our boys.”

The next morning, Jeongin called a meeting with the pack’s alphas to discuss their next steps. “The patrols haven’t found anything,” Jeongin said, addressing the group. “But that doesn’t mean we’re in the clear. We need to stay vigilant.” Chan leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. “And the boys? What do we do about them?” “They’re grounded,” Minho said. “But Lucas especially is struggling. He feels responsible for Hongjoong.” “He’s just a kid,” Changbin said, his voice filled with concern. “He shouldn’t have to deal with this.” “I agree,” Jeongin said. “But we also can’t ignore what happened. Lucas and Moon need to understand the gravity of this situation.” Y/N spoke up, her voice steady. “Felix and I have been talking. We think it might help to give Lucas some responsibilities—something to make him feel like he’s contributing without putting him in harm’s way.” Jeongin considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. But it needs to be closely monitored. No more surprises.” The alphas agreed, and the meeting adjourned, leaving the pack with a renewed sense of purpose—and a lingering sense of unease.

For the next few days, the patrols continued, but the house remained silent. Lucas and Moon, though still grounded, found small ways to keep themselves busy. Lucas, in particular, threw himself into his studies, trying to distract himself from the lingering guilt But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Something bigger than any of them could anticipate.

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edutainer2022 · 29 days ago

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Putting the story up anew for @lenle-g and her amazing Dad and baby!Scott art.

SHIELD OF PROOF

**Then**

"It isn't fair!"

His wife's huff is equal parts amusement and exasperation.

"How do you do that, Jeff? Seriously? I get stranded with a toddler shaped supersonic jet. You waltz in from the Moon and he's the sleepy kitty, napping at a drop of a hat!"

She throws her hands up in a dramatic flare, but her eyes are brimming with fondness. He hides a smile in the crown of fluffy brown hair and makes it a kiss for good measure. The sleeping child is breathing puffs of air into his chest, one tiny arm hugging Dad as best he can, another still holding a toy plane. Jeff could never imagine the idea of a heart swelling with love could feel so real.

"Well, at least Virgil gives you no trouble. That little guy could sleep through a rocket take off."

Which he promptly has. Baby Virgil made GDF private chat trends, having famously slept all through his Dad's launch to Alpha Shadow base.

The trick with Scott, a firm believer in going "run", "fast", "jump" and "vroom" ALL THE TIME, and a self-proclaimed nap-nihilist at a wise age of two and a half, was to remember the little fella was a Tracy. It would get you nowhere to talk him out or to deny what he's set his mind on. But it was possible to reason with the boy and suggest a more optimal solution to obtain the ultimete goal (running about with a toy plane, making engine noises) - say, the plane engines needed to cool down, so how about we wait for a moment right there, on the couch, and then it can fly even faster. Between officer training tips and the unbridled adoration and trust in the bright blue eyes - Jeff soon had a sound asleep toddler in his arms. Or maybe it was because the arms were strong, and big, and Dad, and Dad was THERE.

His wife is openly smiling now, reaching down to extract the toy from the small hand.

"Do you want me to take him? I'm going to check on Virgie anyway."

He adjusts his hold on the warm, small weight with one hand and pulls her closer for a quick kiss.

"Nah, we're good. I'll get Virgie once this little man is up and about again."

Which is bound to happen sooner than they'd both like. The house will be filled with invigorated pitpat of tiny running feet, and shrieks of delight, and little grumbly noises the roused baby would be making, as he would take Virgil to the back porch. But for now he settled to listen to his son's even breathing, enjoying the quiet while it lasted. He was home.

**Now**

"How did you do it, Dad?!"

Virgil's baritone barely passed for stage whisper. He played along, raising a quisical brow at his son's dramatic gesture, spanning the length of the Island infirmary bed. Or rather, the considerable length of Scott, tucked to his side, sound asleep. To his credit, Jeff tried for looking sheepish, but it came out more cheeky than anything. Virgil was having none of that - hands up in the air.

"Seriously? You've been back from space for what? Twenty minutes? And you already have him cooperate, have an arm in a sling AND asleep?! It would have taken me the better half of the night!"

Jeff promptly bit down a response that he also got Scott to take painkillers and agree to a deeper scan first thing in the morning. All under half an hour. It felt a little bit comforting to know eight years down the line and he still had what it takes to stare down an adult son who was "fine, Dad, it's nothing, you need to rest!" and had just incidentally led a mission to rescue his hide from the far corner of the galaxy (having tumbled down half an exploding planetoid in the process). What didn't sit comfortably was the offhand understanding his other son would consider himself on Scott wrangling duty 24/7 apparently. It truly had been a long while since he was their father. This would need to change. He shifted a light hold on Scott's slumbering frame, mindful of the shoulder, secured in a sling over his shirt and (now confirmed) bruised ribs - and smiled up at Virgil.

"I have my bag of tricks, son."

Virgil's soft gaze was quickly shiting gears back to a deeper shade of worry (something Jeff need to nip in the bud), as his hand reached for the medscanner. Which was obviously redundant as it was, likely, the scanner activation that sent his second eldest careening back to the infirmary. His mother barely managed to shoo everyone out to begin with, after Jeff had been settled and hooked up to monitors and IV lines. Alan was beat and half asleep on his feet. John was back up in orbit, to set up sorting data from their incredible trip with Eos (Jeff was a little fuzzy who that was, again - a student? some kind of child prodigy?). Kayo took off with the GDF and her uncle, having given Jeff a fierce hug. Gordon was bidding goodbye to Penelope (and Parker, of course) or whatever the kids called it these days (Jeff filed that one to bask in amusement later). Scott and Virgil were determined to keep round the clock vigil and to not leave his side (possibly ever). Between himself and Mom he managed to negotiate Scott taking the first shift, fully intending to set up camp by his bedside and start on the report of the Zero-XL mission. The GDF guys did eye them funny, but still. A report right away? Jeff hid a sigh in a fit of cough. He had a mission of his own, till eight years of fatigue drew him under. Back on the planetoid, crumbling beneath his feet, the lifelong instincts helped compute the flash of lanky blue, tumbling as a ragdoll into the void, into the alarm claxon, blaring "son" and "fall", translating the surge of adrenaline into a single focus - "catch!", a move well honed ever since baby Scott first swandived off a backrest of a couch. Between taking in his son dangling off the death grip of his hand over the abyss, blue eyes transfixed in a mixture of awe and shock, meeting the rest of the boys all grown up and surreally THERE, in his arms, exposing the Hood in a surge of fury so consuming he was sure he scared his kids, and hugging his mother upon landing, he did allocate a breathing moment to process the thought there was no way Scott hadn't hit anything through the collision with every boulder that had been Jeff's home for eight years, or hadn't pulled anything in their drop and grab maneuver.

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #jeff tracy #lucy tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #my fic

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foxyanon · 10 months ago

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Shadow Lover

Was not expecting to write this but here we are. Thank you @sihtricfedaraaahvicius for the name and convincing me to post, cause I almost didn’t.

Summary: just a daydream I turned fic, enjoy

Pairing: Werewolf!Sihtric Kjartansson x Corvina

Word Count: 1160

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: Smut, monsterfucking

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee

He shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. It didn’t matter that she was a vampire, his sworn enemy, because he did love her just as she loved him. He loved how she felt against him and she loved the way she didn’t have to hold back when things got rough during their intimate moments.

The illicit affair started back after Uhtred was banished from Wessex, when they had moved to Dunholm for a time. The Saxons were on edge, now that Alfreds dog was unleashed and roaming free, but Uhtred packed up the Coocham pack and didn’t look back. It was on a rare solo hunt when Sihtric first met Corvina, her pale skin and red eyes ensnaring him rather than putting him on edge. She claimed she was hunting some human criminal, but Sihtric found he didn’t actually care. He just wanted her and she wanted him. Naturally, that first meeting ended with Sihtric pinning Corvina to a tree as he ravaged her, the image of her crying out his name burned into his memories.

They continued to meet in secret for years, whispering promises and declarations of love with only the moon as witness. Uhtred never learned why Sihtric started doing hunts alone or why he always found excuses to go on long trips, or if he did, he never said. Now, Uhtred sat as lord of Bebbanburg and head of the Northumbria wolves, while Sihtric was the Lord of Dunholm and the alpha of his own pack. His favorite perk was that didn’t have to sneak away to have a moment with his lady love. He could have her in his home, beneath the furs on his bed without a care in the world if anyone heard them. The pack didn’t particularly care for Corvina, but she never bothered them so they simply turned a blind eye to the goings on.

It was late one night when Sihtric retired to his chambers after several days of dealing with a border dispute. Now that Danes, Saxons and wolves could live in Northumbria together, it was an adjustment for everyone and problems arose constantly. He was tired and frustrated, just wanting to collapse on his bed and sleep to hopefully forget about the events of the last few days. It was a petty dispute that ended in the Saxon farmer getting attacked by the wolf he accused of poaching his livestock. It was brutal, the farmer permanently scarred for the rest of his life and the wolf being escorted to Bebbanburg to answer to Uhtred. What he wasn’t expecting, was to walk in and see Corvina laid up in his bed, her smile making his heart race as he hurried to her side.

”I did not think I would see you for a few more days, my love,” he said as he kicked off his boots and crawled over her, kissing up her neck and along her jawline. Even after all this time, he couldn’t help but marvel at the smoothness of her skin.

Corvina chuckled, running her hand through the curls at the base of his neck. “I finished my duties a little earlier than expected, so I thought I would come to you. I can tell by your face that it has been a long few days. Do you wish to talk about it?” She asked in a concerned tone as Sihtric wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in her neck.

”No, I just want to forget. Corvina, make me forget,” he pleaded as he pulled back to look into her eyes, wanting to lose himself in her before having to face tomorrow.

She complied without hesitation, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss as hands explored the other with the certainty of long time lovers. Clothes were removed and discarded on the floor haphazardly, breathy moans filling the air alongside the crackling of the hearth. Sihtric kissed down her body, the warmth of his lips contrasting with the coolness of her skin as he positioned himself between her legs. He licked a stripe up her folds, growling lowly at the salty taste before devouring her. He could feel the beast within jump to the surface, wanting nothing more than to give into his primal instincts and claim her like he had a thousand times before. And she let him, just as she had before.

He brought her to her peak with his tongue and fingers before pulling away to flip her over, swatting her rear playfully as she arched her back and gave him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. Sihtric lined himself up and thrusted into Corvina with a grunt, his claws digging into the pale flesh of her waist while she moaned, adjusting to his length for a moment before he set a slow, torturous pace. His hand traced up her spine slowly, one clawed hand wrapping around her throat and pulling her up until his chest pressed against her back. The angle gave him the opportunity to see her pleasure drunk face, her red eyes hooded and fangs on display as the most sinful sounds fell from her ruby lips. It took everything in Sihtric not to bite down on her shoulder and mark her as his mate, but he didn’t need some mark to know she was his just as he was hers.

Yellow eyes held red ones, her hand reaching back and tangling in his hair once more as her nails scratched at his forearm and left red lines in their wake. Their combined groans and the creaking of the bed would tell anyone passing by what they were doing, but neither was concerned, too lost in the other to care for the opinions of others. His free hand snaked down her body, fingers rubbing circles around her sensitive nub as she trembled in his arms, her walls clamping down on him while she cried out his name. No matter how many times he had her, the sight of her climaxing was one he would love forever. It didn’t take him long to follow after her, the two collapsing on the bed as they rode out their highs together.

When he finally pulled out to lay beside her, their shaky breaths turned into laughter as they looked at the other, a comfortable familiarity settling over them as Sihtric pulled Corvina into his side with a series of quick pecks all over her face. They laid there tangled together under the furs, gently caressing scarred bodies and breathing each other in. They talked for hours, and made love when talking wasn’t enough, Corvina successfully making him forget about the world outside his chambers even if for a little while.

No, Sihtric shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but if you asked him who his greatest love was, he would simply smile and say his heart belonged to his shadow lover.

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@synintheraven @thenameswinter99 @whitedarkmoonflower @viking-chaos

#sihtric x oc #werewolf!sihtric #vampire!oc #corvina #sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom

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vivianbernadetteaurora · 9 months ago

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Emily and Katie fitch

Birth chart

Sun 🌞 ♋️ cancer

These two guys are very different, obviously, share the same birth chart but have different aspects coming out to play, now with twins in astrology they say that one twin is more outgoing while the other is a bit more introverted which is definitely the case of these two. you get two types of cancers you get the outgoing sex pot type j Katie, and the introverted shy type like Emily whs kind of scared of her own shadow, they definitely have a gemini aspect to them as well.

Moon 🌙

Leo, the moons in there because they’re both very, but they’re also can be self-centredness, especially with Katie, but with Leo, it’s really insecurities that come out, also their mum is an,, quite you know a bit of a bitch, and quite bossy with the dad, definitely an alpha female, which is powerful. This is a powerful chart being ruled by two luminary instead of planets. Leo moons are often not as extroverted as Leo suns .

Rising ⏏️ Taurus

Taurus rising’s are one of the most beautiful rising signs ever seen, they have quite cherub faces, and quite juicy features, it also rules and neck, and the glands around the neck but they also ruled by Venus and, and they’ve got a very beautiful looks to them very feminine, but juicy is the way I always describe Taurus risings, Their clothes and fashion, especially Katie,. Just ultra ultra feminine. this will make Venus ruling planet so they’ve been a sign will be very prominent in their

Mercury✨ cancer

Mercury and cancer because, they are very, into injustice in different ways and cancel rules mother but also motherhood, and Katie has the issue where she can’t have children in the second season, Emily however has different issues when it comes to the talking front, this is to do with LGBT stuff, that or it could be race but cancer rules over things like that,.

Venus 🌷

Taurus, because of their interest in fashion clothes, the job that Katie does in the second season with her, is wedding and part, which would be very Venus based, in planet is Venus because of the rising, Emily because, relationship with Naomi, and her love for her in the deepest and darkest of mom, isn’t afraid to get close to her, when she gets pissed away, a Taurus loves very deeply when it comes to people close to them, and they don’t often have many friends I’ve noticed. when it comes to come in close to people they find it hard with people like I say who aren’t his, Katie has loads of boyfriends during the seasons, where is it Emily sticks with Naomi because she’s always felt that way for and advice.

Mars 🧨🔥

Boss bitches, get shit done, and don’t take any talk from anybody, Mars Sagittarius

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coco9728 · 6 months ago

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Find the answer below after answering the question!

The answer is......

Alfie

Also...

Pew pew pew pew pew!

#thunderquiz #quiz #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #relic #thunderbirds are go quiz

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thunderbirds-showdown · 1 year ago

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Which Thunderbirds Are Go episode is better?

Vote on which episode you think is better. Episode synopses below the cut.

The Long Reach Part 2: Havoc and Fuse attempt to cause chaos on Tracy Island, leading to Kayo, Grandma Tracy and the Mechanic working together to thwart their schemes. Meanwhile, with Jeff Tracy recovered, the rest of International Rescue find themselves dealing with one more problem - the sudden attempt by the Hood to steal the Zero-XL, having stowed away on it.

Relic: When a meteor shower is projected to hit the decommissioned Shadow Alpha One Moon base, concern arises with the discovery the base is still inhabited by a lone crew member - Captain Lee Taylor, an old friend of Jeff Tracy. Scott and Alan take Thunderbird 3 on a rescue mission after attempts to warn him fail, but when Scott boards the base, he's surprised to find Taylor attempting to maintain its defence system against meteors. After initial attempts to defend the base against continuing waves of meteors start to fail, both Scott and Taylor are forced to abandon the base to meet Thunderbird 3 at a rendezvous on the moon's surface that is itself threatened by the meteor shower.

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heranubis · 1 year ago

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monster cod (dullahans version) ft. 141, kate laswell, alex keller, farah karim, alejandro vargas, rodolfo parra, philip graves

John "Bravo 0-6" Price

where many people mistake mactavish as a werewolf, it's actually price. he has excellent control of his wolf, and is capable of shifting at will rather than relying on the moon cycle.

all of his senses are heightened and his strength far surpasses a regular human. anyone who tries to call him "alpha" gets a growl and eye roll - he find's it annoying and only the rest of the 141 (& kate) can get away with the joke.

is capable of masking his identity of a werewolf, except his eyes will sometimes flash a circle of amber around the pupil - a sign his instincts have been triggered and his wolf is present.

his teeth are incredibly sharp, even in human form. he's not a fan of dentists nor are they a fan of him.

his wolf form more closely resembles a grizzly than an actual wolf - and he definitely uses this as an intimidation factor.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

was actually human, once upon a time. it was a mission gone wrong, a desperate deal made and soul taken away. his body was transformed into a hellhound - think of the ones from chronicles of riddick.

he actually prefers his new hellhound form to his human one! will only be human when absolutely necessary - otherwise you can often spot him prowling around in the shadows, dew claws clicking as he stalks and observes.

his neutral scale color is a faded, smokey gray. when he is content, his scales flush to a lighter, not-quite-white. it's when he's hunting that his scales take on that signature black color - though his face still retains the skull markings similar to the mask he wears as a human.

capable of canid vocalizations in either form, and capable of human speech - he just prefers remaining silent. he also rattles his scales to announce his presence around those he respects or considers pack. everyone else get's a jumpscare when they turn around and there he suddenly is.

will only tolerate pets (read: hard shoulder smacks) from johnny or price. kyle tries, but he doesn't pat hard enough for simon to register through the scales. the effort is appreciated, though.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

a seraphim - or the closest anyone will get to one. four sets of wings, all made of a metal not found on earth. he prefers folding them tightly to his back to avoid accidentally slicing someone.

please don't talk christianity or catholicism with him - he will bolt. he has no issue with religion or anyone being open about it, he just (quite frankly) get's tired of answering the same questions repeatedly.

actually grooms his feathers regularly! though made of metal, they can be very pliant and soft when his body feels like it isn't under active threat. nobody is allowed to sit within his wingspan on horror movie nights unless it's simon, whose scales can't be sliced by the feathers.

if you ask him why he left the clouds - his answer is always the same. his sense of justice was too strong - he wanted to make a change in the world, and he wouldn't wait to do it.

does not have an eternal lifespan and can be killed, but it's incredibly hard to do so. he still hates helicopters and thinks they're pointless (salty that he fell out of one twice).

John "Soap" Mactavish

a kelpie! actually a hybrid between two different species of faer, kelpie is the easiest to identify with. unlike the typical three forms, john only has two: human and horse.

his horse form is a large dark bay, almost impossible to identify it's breed at first glance. the most you'll ever see are those blue eyes and his suspiciously sharp teeth before he pulls you beneath the murky waters.

has a very strong affinity for water, and despite his love for demolitions he will take any chance possible to be submerged. not as big of a fan of salt water than he is fresh or brackish, but he'll take whatever he can get (except chlorine. that is hell and he hates it).

doesn't use his horse form on base - it has a subtle air of influence that tends to draw people in. after a few unfortunate incidences, it's more of an unspoken rule that he can only shift on leave or on field but never on base.

kyle is the only one who has ever been able to sit on his back and his skin not trap him - something about the heavenly blessings? john was a little too stunned to truly pay attention

Kate "Watcher" Laswell

a proper dragon - half of her heart, soul, and lifespan split with her wife. golden scales that grow in patches (like alex, found below) - more like snake skin than harder scales like a crocodiles.

her pupils are slit and while she does have horns, she keeps them short at her wifes request (hard to bonk foreheads comfortably if they get in the way xoxo). her tail isn't super long but that makes it easier for her to keep close and out of the way.

both wings are in tact and she is Not a fan of anyone touching them outside of her wife (and maybe kyle, since she see's him as a good friend and he knows the struggle of cleaning wings).

can absolutely breathe fire, and will do so as a warning.

Alex "Echo 3-1" Keller

a snake hybrid of some sort, specifically a king cobra. patches of scales, fangs that are capable of tucking into his gums, spectacled eyes. he can see in infrared and often finds it annoying when in cold enviornments.

has a forked tongue and absolutely uses it to mess with people. his tattoos and preference for long sleeves actually mask his scales pretty well, so it's easy to mistake him for a human at first glance. he's been known to trick people in the past by randomly flicking his tongue or even unhinging his jaw.

yes, he knows hes larger than a mongoose. yes, they still unsettle him. claims it's natural instinct (he thinks they just look... really weird). hisses as a defense when startled or annoyed, no he will not acknowledge it.

big on seeking others out and sticking close for body heat. farah, price, and kyle are his favorites because of their higher body temps.

has never elaborated on what exactly he is - will give a different answer every time you ask.

Farah Karim

suggested by my beloved noji @blighted-lights, farah would be a harpy or otherwise bird adjacent! i personally see her as some sort of falcon - small and mighty and underestimating her is your very last mistake.

she doesn't bond easily but when she does? she will do absolutely anything for you. she especially loves when you help her preen, it's something she only allows when she feels utterly safe with you.

chirps and coo's when she feels particularly emotional (positive).

she has one of alex's scales and he has one of her feathers. it's a sign of their deep devotion to each other. regardless of romantic or platonic, they are incredibly important to each other and an equal exchange of something so important cannot be ignored.

if you manage to be farah's favorite person? it would melt her heart if you fashioned her feathers into jewelry and even made matching pieces.

Alejandro Vargas

hear me out, but i think he would be a cadejo! a dog shaped creature whose eyes change color depending on it's mood - often seen as either protectors and bringers of good will or the incarnation of the devil.

he stands around the height of a cow, and though his fur is black - alejandro is only a protector of his community. rodolfo often jokingly teases him that he smells like a goat so he very much invests in colognes.

though he doesn't have any visible chains, the sound of them dragging behind him can be heard on especially quiet nights. alongside the sound of his hooves - these are the sounds of safety to the people of las almas.

very much prefers his human form and can mask himself incredibly well.

the most you'll ever see that tells against him being human are his sharp teeth and the subtle color shift in his eyes.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

another shifter, like price! his canid form is actually a Xoloitzcuintli. not a lot of hair and more on the 'traditional' side of hairless. his skin in this form is as dark as his hair as a human, which allows him to blend into shadows better.

much like price, all of his senses are heightened, though he has to be more careful due to little to no fur protecting his skin in altercations (plenty of small scars from chasing after suspects and not being super careful in avoiding obstacles)

yes, he can stand as a traditional werewolf. no, he doesn't do it often - it scares the shit out of ajelandro and while it can be funny, he'd really rather not deal with it.

has exceptional control over his shifting and honestly doesn't have a preference over what form he uses most - just whatevers convenient at the time.

has absolutely pretended to be a regular dog for the sake of an op - has since learned he's a bigger fan of belly rubs than previously thought.

Philip Graves

somewhere between undead and genuine zombie. no he doesn't know how it happened, no he doesn't want to figure it out. no he doesn't want your brains, yes he will bite if you keep bothering him.

constantly smells like rot and sulfur, and his eyes are always just a bit cloudy. his body doesn't fall apart nor does he suffer from rigor mortis, but the cold does not mesh well with him.

incapable of permanently dying - yes he can be put down, but bury him shallow; he Will come back.

please don't call him a zombie, it'll just aggravate him and that's not a fight you want to pick. shadow company is protective of him and vice versa.

has complete cognotive functions alongside physical functions - can very easily pass as a regular person if you look past the more... obvious signs pointing otherwise.

#heranubis #call of duty #john price #simon riley #kyle garrick #john mactavish #kate laswell #alex keller #farah karim #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #philip graves #modern warfare 2

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so. motel california. do you have thoughts?

I know the doylist explanation is just that jeff wanted to do a fun spooky episode and didn't give a fuck whether it made sense, but from a watsonian perspective?

did jennifer crash the truck that causes the traffic jam? did she cause the tornado? if she didn't cause the tornado, what was her plan? if she did cause it what was her plan?! why are none of the humans affected by the wolfsbane? why did she just give up after the werewolves had emotional breakthroughs, was this some kind of deeply unethical therapy? why does teen wolf take place in the same universe as psycho?!

i really like the horror-lite aesthetic, it's a fun episode, but it makes so little sense, and it's driving me crazy!

my apologies that this took me so long to answer but it took me a while to gather my thoughts. as with a lot of things in teen wolf it's hard to give a straight answer without breaking down some things first.

the simple answer is: jennifer is good but she's not that good and teen wolf wanted a halloween episode despite airing in july.

but i can never just give a simple answer.

i'm just gonna read more this now because like always i get long goddamn winded about what was going on in 3A.

the thing about 3A i think that is sort of missed is that it's the closing moves of a chess match that began long before wolf moon. the chess metaphor is deep this season, okay. there's a reason derek is the king on stiles's chess board and it's not just because stiles is unhinged about derek.

in 3A there's plot threads that happen in the background that are easy to miss because it's never outright stated and one of those things is that both jennifer and duecalion scoped beacon hills out long before they showed up.

marin morrell shows up for the first time in abomination. much like jennifer she's presented at first as benign and largely unthreatening. we learn later morrell is anything but.

while we don't know if morrell was already working for the school when we meet her it does make her a direct parallel to jennifer.

duecalion's interest was piqued by what happened in season 1. with laura hale's murder, peter's revenge spree ending with the death of kate argent and than derek subsequently becoming the alpha duecalion sees an opportunity.

people have asked what was duecalion's motivation initially and my answer is that it was simple.

duecalion is a collector and he wanted to collect the last hale into his pack.

the events of season 2 only served to interest him more due to the kanima but likely also because of gerard argent's involvement. duecalion and gerard are set up as a lot like kate and peter were in season 1.

they're different sides of the same coin. duecalion and gerard are shadow actors for much of the series both before and after their appearances.

we have to remember that marin morrell is there before peter's resurrection and before the alphas got ahold of erica, boyd and cora.

i fully believe that derek was not only aware that there'd be more hunters coming to beacon hills but also he may have guessed the alpha pack would come too.

derek's desperation for a pack throughout season 2 isn't just because of the kanima it's because he knows he needs a power base and he needs one fast. i don't think he would've pressed scott as hard as he did otherwise.

it should also be noted that deaton (and morrell) were keeping scott's potential of being a true alpha on the down low. deaton tells scott in currents he believed scott would be a true alpha when he learned he was bitten.

i have a whole theory about deaton and morrell having their own conspiracy surrounding scott becoming a true alpha. they definitely kept it as an ace in the hole.

derek was also trying to keep scott away from everything relating to the alphas but his motivation was straight forward. derek wants scott to be a normal teenager.

this is all but said in tattoo.

scott: hey, are you gonna tell me who that was back there? that alpha? derek: a rival pack. it's my problem. i know you wanna help, and you did-- i owe you one. now, go home. go back to being a teenager.

we know deaton was aware of duecalion and his pack coming at least by raving due to the conversation he and morrell have after derek brings scott to him after victoria tries to kill him.

marin: i can't decide if i admire your sentimentality or despise it... deaton: if i want your opinion, i'll make an appointment with the guidance office. marin: from the state of things, i think you could use a little guidance. are you really going to leave all of this up to a couple of kids? deaton: they're more capable than you think. marin: and, are you going to tell them what's coming? deaton: they've got enough to worry about...

there's also an argument to be made that victoria argent was bitten by one of the alphas and not derek like we are led to believe.

duecalion doesn't really change focus off derek until he meets scott and realizes what scott can become. again, he's a collector and a true alpha is rare.

jennifer in turn is also focused on derek. he is central to her plan.

there are two things at play with jennifer being that she is obsessed with derek and she does the absolute most to get under his defenses.

jennifer is obsessed with derek because she views him as her savior.

jennifer: you didn't know what you were doing back then, but killing paige in the root cellar-- sacrificing her there-- gave power to the nemeton. you gave it power again. you gave me power. Just enough to hold onto life a little longer. long enough to be found.

she uses her ill begotten power from virgin sacrifices to assist in her seduction of him and her glamour as jennifer is visually similar to both pagie and stiles. there's even moments where she seems to purposefully emulate stiles's more endearing, curious and less threatening behavior to lure derek into a false sense of security.

derek was supposed to be the guardian. jennifer says as much in lunar eclipse

jennifer: i need a guardian... and that's a role that can either be filled by the three parents i was forced to take, or by you.

derek was always jennifer's first choice but poisoning cora and jennifer taking melissa, the sheriff and chris was insurance not just for cooperation but just in case she needed them for the guardian sacrifice.

what she didn't count on was her magic not being enough against the tears of stiles stilinski.

so how does any of this answer your question about what the fuck jennifer's plan was?

let's just say teen wolf played fast and loose with this because it doesn't make a lot of sense when you examine it too closely but i shall try.

i think it's far too easy to say she was going to sacrifice the werewolves but if stiles's theory is true she planned on removing scott, isaac and boyd off the board so she could have free access to derek.

however i wonder if jennifer was planning on sacrificing them in a three fold death than what was she looking to gain from it? possibly their advanced healing as the next episode is when she does the one for healers but i think there was more than one thing at play in motel califnornia.

there's jennifer's plan of completing her seduction of derek and than there's lydia's banshee abilities.

jennifer's surprise when derek turned up at the school parking lot in frayed is genuine. fortuitous for her but unplanned as getting derek alone to complete her seduction was her plan which is where the cross country meet comes in.

as a teacher she would know about the cross country meet and have access to finstock's whistle. there obviously wasn't enough to really affect the humans in the group as the wolfsbane wasn't ingested like at lydia's party but rather inhaled randomly when the whistle was blown which really just makes it less reliable.

so her targets seem to be scott, boyd and isaac over ethan. she wants them out of the way and distracted and them thinking derek is dead is a bonus for her.

jennifer didn't know about the mall rumble nor could she have known they'd stop at the motel glen capri.

i mean, sure maybe she did cause the torndao warning and than also caused the traffic jam to slow them up but that seems like way too many variables for her to control in my opinion.

glen capri seems to have it's own weird magic that the wolfsbane in the werewolf's systems was exacerbated by.

she also didn't know lydia and allison were following them and she definitely didn't know lydia was a banshee yet.

lydia's banshee abilities is what allowed them to figure out what was going on with the motel and prevent deaths.

so to me the whole plan was to get derek alone and scott, isaac and boyd away from him.

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aylacavebear · 2 months ago

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Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 7

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 4024

Warning: Angst - lots, longing, some Fluff. Not much that I can think of.

A/N: Professor Robert Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager, as I absolutely love that character. Alaric Saltzman is from The Vampire Diaries.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle, please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

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The following morning, you were up with the sun, despite the late night celebration. The kitchen was already warm with the scent of apples and cinnamon as you moved with practiced ease, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand while the other worked on shaping the turnovers. On the outside, you looked calm—relaxed even. But inside, you were a mess, nerves coiling tight in your stomach, your thoughts running endless circles.

Why does he think I’m not ready?

That question refused to leave you alone, looping in your mind as if the repetition might somehow reveal an answer. Was it really about you? Or was he just using it as an excuse—to keep from claiming you, from either of you claiming each other?

You tried to shake the thought off, focusing instead on the bittersweet reality creeping up on you. In just a few weeks, Jess would be leaving for college again, and you’d be alone on the land once more. Well, not alone, but still alone. Maybe I should start thinking about what I want to do with the rest of my life.

The thought lingered as you set another tray of turnovers aside, fingers moving on autopilot. What did you want to do?

Your mind drifted back to when you were fourteen, sitting at your desk, pouring over the old files of the Touched in your pack’s lineage while the two professors spoke in the background. Even then, they’d felt incomplete—clinical accounts stripped of anything personal, as if something vital had been erased.

And just like that, you knew.

For the first time that morning, a smile curved your lips, the tension in your chest easing. I’ll write a book. Not to fix the files, but to create something real—a guide for others with the genetic mutation, for those who didn’t have the answers they needed. Your pack wasn’t the only one with Touched. There were others out there, struggling the way you had.

And then there were the alphas.

Your grip tightened slightly on the edge of the counter, heart picking up as another realization settled into place. I’ll write the things I wish I’d known. The things I wish someone had told me. The things I wish Dean could understand.

The idea settled deep, a quiet kind of certainty replacing the unease that had followed you all morning. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you had a purpose again.

You had just set the last batch of turnovers onto the cooling rack when a quiet shift in the air prickled at your senses. The windows were open, letting in the warm summer breeze, carrying with it the scent of pine and wildflowers. But something else was there, too—something familiar.

You didn’t look up, not right away. Instead, you casually reached for your coffee, taking a slow sip.

A shadow flickered in your peripheral vision.

With a smirk, you set your mug down and spoke without turning around. “You even think about touching one of those, and I swear, Jess, I’ll swat your hand with this spatula.” A sharp gasp came from behind you, followed by a groan. “Dammit! How do you do that?” Jess whined, stepping fully into view, arms crossed in defeat.

You turned, arms mirroring her, one brow arched. “You really thought I wouldn’t catch you?” “Honestly? I had hope,” she said, eyeing the turnovers lovingly. “It’s not my fault! You left all the windows open, and my cabin is right next door. You expect me to not follow the smell of fresh apple turnovers?” Shaking your head, you sighed with exaggerated exasperation before nudging the tray toward her. “Fine. But if you burn your mouth, that’s on you.” Jess didn’t need to be told twice. She snatched one up, bouncing it between her hands before taking a careful bite, humming in satisfaction. “Mmm. I knew you were making these for Dean. Lucky bastard.” You rolled your eyes, but warmth crept up your neck anyway. “It’s just brunch.” She shot you a look over her turnover. “Sure.”

You ignored her teasing, choosing instead to lean against the counter, fingers tracing the rim of your mug. You both knew why Dean was coming over. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something. I finally figured out what I want to do.” Jess swallowed her bite and tilted her head. “Oh?” You took a breath, a small smile forming as the words settled into place. “I want to write a book. Not a novel or anything like that. A guide—something for others like me. For people who have the Touched mutation. There’s so much I didn’t know, so much I wish I’d known growing up.” You hesitated, then admitted, “And maybe… it could help people like Dean, too.” Jess softened, her usual teasing giving way to something quieter, more thoughtful. “That’s actually… a really great idea,” she said, nodding. “You always did hate those files.” “Because they’re cold. They don’t tell you how to live with it, just the facts.” You gestured vaguely before sighing. “Anyway, I wanted you to know.” Jess nudged you with her shoulder. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s perfect.”

A comfortable silence stretched between you as she savored her turnover, and you nursed the last of your coffee. The kitchen felt peaceful, sunlight slanting through the open windows, the lingering scent of cinnamon in the air.

Then, almost at the same time, both of you glanced at the clock. He’ll be here soon. Your fingers curled around your mug, the lingering warmth grounding you as your stomach twisted with nervousness and anticipation.

Jess noticed. She always did.

“Hey,” she said, keeping her voice light, “Sam’s not coming by today. Come over after Dean goes. I’ll pull out the ice cream.”

You exhaled softly, some of the tension easing from your shoulders as you leaned your head against her shoulder. “Thanks, Jess,” you murmured. “I’ll probably need it.”

The rumble of an approaching truck sent a jolt through your chest. You glanced at Jess, but she was already on her feet, licking the last of the cinnamon sugar from her fingers. “Well, that’s my cue,” she said, grinning as she made a beeline for the back door.

“Jess—” Too late. With a laugh, she snagged another turnover from the cooling rack and slipped outside before you could stop her, the screen door swinging shut in her wake. You shook your head, exhaling a steadying breath as you turned back toward the front. Dean was here.

Through the open windows, you heard the truck door creak open and slam shut. Not the Impala, you realized. He must not have wanted to risk her on the dirt roads again. A moment later, his footsteps hit the porch, slow and measured. Then, a pause—like he was hesitating.

You wiped your palms against your jeans, just as he finally knocked.

When you opened the door, the first thing you saw, him—standing there, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, greens flickering with something unreadable. The second thing was the slight lift of his brows as he caught the scent lingering in the air.

“Turnovers?” he asked, almost like he didn’t believe it.

You folded your arms, tilting your head a bit. “You sound surprised.” His lips twitched like he wanted to smirk, but something about today had him guarded—like he’d been last night, right before he kissed you for the first time at the celebration.

“Just—apple pie’s my thing,” he admitted, finally stepping inside. His gaze flicked toward the kitchen, the warm scent thick in the air, before shifting his weight like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. “Didn’t expect—y’know…”

“I did say I was going to make something,” you reminded him, voice gentle.

Dean shrugged, eyes darting anywhere but at you. “Didn’t expect you to know I like ‘em.” You huffed a soft laugh, walking past him toward the kitchen. “You told me that first day we met that you loved apple pie. I thought you might like turnovers, too.” He followed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. He wasn’t used to omegas remembering those little details—wasn’t used to them caring. But you weren’t just any omega. You were his. His true mate. And that? That was still something he was attempting to wrap his head around.

“That’s… sweet,” he finally admitted, sitting down at the kitchen table.

You poured him a cup of coffee, setting it in front of him, then plated the turnovers and placed them between you. It was all the little things: the way his fingers curled around the mug like he needed something solid to hold onto, the way the muscle of his jaw ticked every so often, and the way he wouldn’t quite meet your eyes.

Yeah, he was just as nervous as you were.

Taking a slow breath, you reached across the table, setting your hand softly over one of his. His fingers tensed, then relaxed under your touch.

“We don’t have to start with the hard stuff first,” you murmured. “We can talk about something simple. Like…” You let a small smile tug at your lips. “Did you remember to bring the blanket back so I could make it smell like me again?”

A pause. Then, finally, a huffed laugh from Dean—small, barely there, but real. You’d take it. “It’s in the truck. I’ll, uh—I’ll grab it in a few.”

His fingers tightened around the mug, thumb tapping against the ceramic in a restless rhythm. The rich scent of coffee curled through the air, but he wasn’t drinking it. His eyes flickered to the turnovers between you, then back down to the table, like he was searching for something—an anchor, an excuse, anything.

You waited, letting him find the words. He seemed like he wanted to dive straight into it, but whatever it was, it tangled in his throat before it could make it out.

Finally, with a sigh, he dragged a hand down his face as you reached for one of the turnovers. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do,” his voice was rough, low—like gravel rolling in his throat.

You said nothing, just watching as he shifted in his chair. His wolf had been calm when he walked in, drawn toward you as naturally as breathing, but now? Now, his scent was turning sharp, his frustration bleeding through. He hated this—hated how tangled everything felt. Dean exhaled sharply and grabbed one of the turnovers, breaking it in half just to keep his hands busy. “It’s not just about you going into your first heat.” He chewed on the words, rolling them around like he wasn’t sure how much to say. “It’s not just about that possibly triggering my rut. I just—I want some… some us time.”

He took a bite, chewing slowly, his jaw working harder than it needed to. You could tell that wasn’t all of it, and possibly not even the full truth of what he was going through.

You reached for your coffee, keeping your voice soft. “I understand that. Would it be easier for you if I claimed you first?” You knew that would help him, would counteract his genetic mutation, and he’d be able to bond with his wolf, would let him get those memories only his wolf had.

There it was—the thing he didn’t want to talk about.

His muscles tensed, his jaw going rigid as he forced himself not to react outright. Dammit! Why did you have to ask me the one thing I was avoiding?

So, he did what he did best—tried to logic his way out of it.

“Do you know how it works?” he asked, finally looking up to meet your gaze.

Your brow furrowed slightly. “Yes. It’s typically done at the height of climax, so it’s not painful.” It was something everyone knew. They taught it in high school. Plus, he was your mate, so what was the point of being shy around him?

Dean nearly choked. You’d said it so casually, like it was nothing, like it was just another fact to state. And last night—hell, last night when he kissed you, you’d melted against him like you’d never been kissed before. But now, the way you said that—so damn matter-of-factly—had his brain careening down an entirely different track.

Had you been with someone before? Were you untouched?

He cleared his throat, swearing he could hear his wolf laughing at him in his head. “Okay,” he drawled out, mostly to buy himself time. “I just—I want your first time to be special.”

He meant it, but he also hoped it would answer the questions rattling around in his skull without having to ask them outright.

A small, almost playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “I didn’t say we had to have sex for me to claim you,” you tried not to giggle. You may have been inexperienced, but you were not innocent by any means.

The way you said it—calm, sure, with a quiet kind of confidence—was enough to wipe whatever argument he’d been building clean off the table.

His wolf let out something that felt like a smug huff in the back of his mind.

Dean, on the other hand, was fighting his frustration. He didn’t want to tell you. Didn’t want to admit what really scared him—learning how to bond with his wolf, something he should have learned as a kid. Something that should have been natural. Easy. Second nature. But for him, it wasn’t.

And now? Now, it wasn’t just about him anymore. It was about you.

He sat there, silently lost in thought, his expression unreadable as you nibbled on a turnover. His fingers curled around his mug, grip tightening like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He finally took a sip, eyes still locked on you, like he was trying to decipher something—like maybe if he looked hard enough, he’d find the answer he didn’t want to admit he was searching for.

This wasn’t how he had pictured the conversation going.

You may not have been able to scent emotions the way others could, but you had learned how to read people. And right now? He was a storm behind green eyes, brewing with things unsaid.

“Maybe just… think about it,” you offered gently. “Today was just about talking.”

That was the problem, wasn’t it? Talking. Saying things out loud meant they were real.

The two of you had only known each other for a couple of months. Some days, it felt like so much longer, like you had always been there, woven into the very fabric of his life. And then there were moments like this—where he felt like he didn’t know a damn thing about you.

The questions that circled his mind were ones he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Questions his wolf probably already had the answers to, and that was more frustrating than anything else. His wolf knew you.

Dean pushed abruptly to his feet, the scrape of his chair against the floor sharp in the quiet space. He didn’t say anything as he stepped outside, crossing the distance to his truck with measured strides. He needed space. Air.

Leaning forward, he braced his hands against the hood, the metal still warm under his palms. He exhaled slow and deep, forcing his lungs to stretch with it, but it didn’t help. Your scent clung to his skin, wrapping around him, a constant pull.

His wolf, on the other hand, had no such doubts. It wanted him to go back inside. To hold you close, feel how you fit so nicely against him. Relish just being close to you like he had when Dean had finally relaxed at the celebration the night before.

Inside, you watched him go, lips pressing into a small frown. With a quiet sigh, you set your coffee down and grabbed a ziplock bag, carefully tucking away most of the apple turnovers—saving a few for Jess. Then, without hesitation, you headed outside. You approached him cautiously, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. The instant tension beneath your touch was answer enough.

“I’d understand, if you wanted to head out,” you murmured.

Dean’s head dipped slightly, a quiet exhale escaping him. Last night, he’d told you he didn’t want to screw this up. And now? That’s exactly what it felt like—like he was failing. All because he couldn’t admit what he was afraid of.

“I just need some time…” his voice was barely above a whisper. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at you, too afraid of seeing disappointment staring back at him.

But you weren’t going to let him retreat into himself. Moving with quiet determination, you stepped under his arm, positioning yourself between him and the truck. He had no choice but to face you now.

“Take all the time you need, Dean.” Your voice was soft, steady, a lifeline he didn’t know how to reach for. “You’re my soulmate. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your hands cupped his face, grounding him in a way nothing else could. The gentle press of your palms, the warmth of your touch—it soothed the ache in his chest.

“I promise,” you whispered before leaning in, brushing the softest kiss against his lips. It was fleeting, but it lingered, something unspoken passing between you as you pulled away.

Dean groaned, torn between the desperate urge to hold you close and the frustration coiling inside him. He took your hand in his, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to your palm, as if sealing something sacred.

“I promise, I’ll come back,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “This isn’t goodbye.” He swallowed hard, trying to push past the tightness in his throat. He needed to talk to Sam. He needed to find a way to break through this fear, to figure out how to bond with his wolf without losing himself in it. One last kiss to your forehead, and then he was moving, opening the door of his truck. But as he reached for the seat, his hand stilled. The blanket you had given him sat there, waiting. A silent reminder.

Something inside him cracked.

With a shaky breath, he pulled the blanket out and turned back to you. His lips twitched, just slightly, as he handed it over. And in return, you pressed the bag of turnovers into his palm.

“I’ll be back for that,” he said, trying to ignore the way his wolf pushed at him, demanding he stay, hold you, breathe you in one last time.

You held the blanket against your chest. “It’ll be here, waiting for you.”

The words carried more weight than either of you were willing to acknowledge.

Dean hesitated for a fraction of a second before slipping into the driver’s seat and shutting the door—harder than he meant to. You flinched at the sound but said nothing, watching as he started the engine. He only looked at you once before forcing his gaze ahead, locking onto the dirt road that led off the land.

What is he so afraid of?

The thought settled heavily in your chest. With another quiet sigh, you turned on your heel, heading inside. You didn’t even want to see Jess right now. Your mind was a mess of questions, circling things you didn’t have answers to. Whatever Dean was going through—it wasn’t about you.

But that didn’t mean you knew how to help him through it. It was clear that whatever it was, he couldn’t lean on you. Couldn’t let you be his rock, his safe space.

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Dean didn’t remember the drive to Sam’s place. His mind had been too tangled up, replaying everything over and over—the way you looked at him, the way your scent lingered even now, the way his wolf clawed at his insides, desperate to turn the truck around. But he couldn’t. Not until he got a damn grip on himself.

The Winchester land was busy, pack members preparing for the upcoming celebration, but Dean ignored it all. Sam’s cabin sat nestled in a clearing, neat and methodical, just like everything else about his little brother. He barely had the truck in park before he was out, apple turnovers in hand, slamming the door harder than necessary.

He didn’t knock. Just pushed inside, knowing Sam wouldn’t be surprised.

His brother was at the kitchen table, flipping through one of his endless books, a half-empty coffee cup beside him. He barely looked up, just arched a brow. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Dean ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “That obvious?” Sam finally shut the book, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve been off since the day you met her, and it’s only gotten worse. Figured you’d either show up here or start a fight with someone to avoid dealing with whatever’s going on in that head of yours.”

Dean huffed, dropping into the chair across from him. He set the bag of turnovers on the table, yanking one out and taking a large bite. “Might still do both.”

Sam smirked, already knowing those weren’t just any turnovers—you’d made them. He didn’t even try to steal one. His smirk slowly faded, though, as he took in the tension in his brother’s frame, the tight set of his jaw. The way his scent carried an undercurrent of unease.

He waited, letting the silence stretch. Dean had never been great at admitting when he needed help.

Finally, Dean stared at the table, his fingers tightening around the pastry in his hand. “I need you to tell me how to do it.”

Sam frowned. That was vague as hell, but he had a damn good idea what Dean meant. “Do what?”

Dean’s jaw clenched, briefly. “Bond with my wolf.” His voice was gruff, frustration simmering just beneath his skin.

Sam leaned back, arms crossing loosely. He knew how hard it had been for Dean, growing up with a mutation that left him disconnected from his wolf. While Sam and the others had bonded with theirs from childhood, Dean had been left with nothing but blackouts and the knowledge that when he turned, he wasn��t fully there. It had always been like waking up from a dream he never remembered.

And now? Now, he was terrified that when you claimed him, all of it—the instinct, the bond, the primal need—would hit him all at once, and he wouldn’t be able to handle it. That he’d hurt you.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Dean swallowed hard. “Last night…” His voice caught, and he shook his head before forcing the words out. “Last night, he knew her. He knew everything about her. I felt it.”

Surprise flickered across Sam’s face. That shouldn’t have been possible. Not with Dean’s condition. But somehow, it had happened.

Sam leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “You’re afraid you’ll lose control and hurt her, aren’t you?” His voice was quiet, steady.

Dean scoffed, like he could brush it off, but they both knew the truth sat heavy in his chest.

Sam sighed, leaning back again. “You don’t trust your wolf because you don’t trust yourself.” Dean’s fingers curled around the edge of the table, but the fight drained from him just as fast. His shoulders slumped, his whole frame sinking into the chair. When he finally spoke, it was barely above a whisper. “I know my wolf won’t hurt her. It’s me. I’m afraid of hurting her.”

Sam didn’t press him further. Instead, he offered, “Why don’t we go talk to Professor Saltzman? He has all the records on Touched.” If this didn’t work, they only had one other person to go to, their mom.

He knew that the two of you were supposed to talk today, but his brother hadn’t been gone long that morning. Sam suspected you’d brought up claiming him, but wasn’t about to ask. Not now.

After another long moment of silence and Dean taking another bite of the turnover, he finally relented. “Sure. When?”

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World of Wolves

Here I am, following my mother into war. The power-crazy wolves on the other side wanted bloodshed, and they will get it. Hi, I’m Lunar. You have to know the story behind this before I go any further. Don't worry, it won't be boring.

“I'm a werewolf,” I said in front of the mirror, trying to find the best way to say it without sounding crazy. “It's nothing much, I can turn into a wolf sometimes. I'm not even that strong!”

“Oh yes, you are! You are the Alpha's firstborn child! You are going to lead this pack one day!” Said my brother, Zack, as he strolled into my room as if he owned it. We werewolves live in a forest, so there is plenty of room for each section of the pack to have their cave. The sections are the different classes of wolves, such as warriors, healers, pups, mothers, and elders, and each Royal wolf gets their cave.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my room!?” I said, “I don't go striding into your room as if it's mine!”

“You are my sister, I can be in your room all I want!” He declared.

“What is going on here? Lunar! You're supposed to be at the bus stop in 7 minutes!” my mother exclaimed. She was wearing a camo T-shirt, and a pair of matching shorts. She had a moonstone necklaces on, all royal wolves get them when they turn 18. Sadly, I was only 16.

“I'm going!” I said back in a small smirky voice. “Sheesh, I don't even want to go to a mortal academy, why do I have to?”

“Because if you ever want to fit in with mortals, you must act like them.” She responded with one of her “Queenly” voices, “It is for your protection.”

“I don't want to be like mortals! They are frail and are the most selfish, heartless, careless, cruel creatures on the planet!” I pleaded, but mymother just gave me one of those “don't make me come over there” looks. I groaned as I quickly grabbed my bag, said my goodbyes, and headed for the bus stop. I was the first there, so I just hung out and enjoyed it. This was one of the few times I have been in human territory. As I waited, more people walked up to the bus stop. The bus soon arrived, and I sat at the back of the bus. After I sat down, a strange boy asked to sit beside me. I agreed, thinking there was no problem with sitting with a human, but to my surprise, he asked me this: “During the night, what is your favorite source of light?”

For a second, I froze. This was the little riddle to see if you're a werewolf.

“The moon,” I said. Every wolf pack had their code to see which pack you were in. “how about you?”

“In the darkest of times, we must make our own light.” He said.

Oh god, that's not good. He’s in the Shadow Wolf Pack, and they're everyone’s enemy.

“My name is Felix, what's yours?”

“My name is Lunar.” I said as I extended a hand slowly to shake his, trying to be polite. He could probably tell that I didn't trust him when he looked at the ground nervously. A few minutes later, the bus was on its way to Maple Bridge High School.

You are probably wondering a lot of things right now, so let me explain before I get to school. There are a few wolves that live in the mortal world, and they usually make alot money. That way, if one of the pack members needs to do something in the human world, there is no need to worry about money, or other stupid human rules. People don't know about us, because if humans were to ever come near one of our bases, we would turn into a wolf, and scare them off. There are four packs, Moon Wolf Pack, Thorn Wolf Pack, Sky Wolf Pack, and Shadow Wolf Pack.

The Moon Wolf Pack represents the moon and stars. We believe that werewolves created the moon, to give us something to remember who we are. We can also breathe with less oxygen, or hold our breaths for longer than others. There are even some Moon wolves that can read the stars, and can predict the future. The Thorn Wolf pack is a pack brought together by loyalty and family. They would die for each other and not trust others easily. They are really big with arranged mates, which is one of the oldest traditions in werewolf packs. They also have tough skin, and are larger than the other wolves, making them more durable and better for fights. The Sky Wolves live in trees, not caves. They are fantastic climbers, and are a bit smaller than other wolves with bigger paws and sharper claws, making it easier for them to maneuver and climb. They have white fur, making them blend in with the clouds if anyone looked up at them in the trees. The Shadow wolves on the other hand think that one wolf should rule them all. They fear their Alpha, but stay because he can protect them from anything. Shadow Wolves have pitch-black fur, making it nearly impossible to see them in the dark, or darker places. Rumor has it that the Shadow wolves sacrifice one of their own every month to become more powerful.

The bus pulled up to the school. When I say there were a lot of humans, I mean, there were like hundreds of humans. I walked out of the bus with my bag, already hating the fact I was close to these disgusting downgrades. No matter how hard I tried, Felix, the Shadow Wolf wouldn't stop following me. I mean, I guess I would do the same if I knew another werewolf was here with me. It did seem a bit strange that he was in almost every class, even on my PE soccer team. The hallways smelled like teenagers dreams… being destroyed. The boring tan walls were lined with blue metal lockers. The first few classes were simple, History, English, and Science. Humans have gotten so much wrong about nature, and it became more apparent when we started doing Biology. Lunch was a typical part of human school rituals. I was hoping to sit alone, but even after I got my lunch, went outside, and to a place that i'm pretty sure was off school bounds, Felix followed me. I guess he really wanted to hang out…? After I sat down, he sat a few feet away from me. We were just quietly eating our lunches before he spoke up.

“Does every wolf in the Moon Wolf Pack think all shadow wolves are evil?” He seemed so innocent when he asked, I felt a little bad.

“I mean, not everyone. I don’t think all shadow wolves are evil.” I answer, trying to make him feel a little better. It's the stereotype that shadow wolves just want war. “Thanks, it's nice to know we're not hated everywhere.”

Soon after our little chat, the bell rang. For the rest of the day, everything seemed normal. At least as normal as things can go for a first day of school.

The forest is such a relaxing place to walk. Just listening to the crickets, the birds, the leaves in the trees as the wind lightly flows through. The fallen leaves crunching underneath my feet, hearing distant chatter among animals of the forest, and the slight bustle of the town far from our own. I walked into my home, feeling on top of the world, like nothing could go wrong as long as I'm with the forest. My peace was soon destroyed by the fact my brother wastangoing very… passionately with the nurse's daughter, Clover, in my room. I know I'm the only one with a radio, but still, not cool.

“Hey Zack, I thought I told you to stay out of my room,” I say as I lean against the wall next to the radio, clicking it off.

“I know,” He whined “but you have a radio, and I want to take Clover to the dance at my school”

“You're not even in high school. You don't have dances.” I tell him, not believing a word he's saying. Even though I didn't have to go to grade school, my parents thought it would be best to prepare Zack.

“Okay fine. It's a human party, but I really want to go! All the other humans are going, and I heard parties are fun!” He said quickly, trying to convince me not to tell Mom and Dad that he was lying. “Welcome home by the way”

“Thank you, now out of my room,” I said, pointing to the exit.

“But-” He tried to protest.

“Out!” I said, pointing towards the exit. He sulked out of my room, trying to make me feel guilty, sniffling fakely as he walked out.

After I got home, I immediately left to go walk through the forest as my wolf self. There's a river not too far away from our den, and it's quite a destination for humans. Some of which go floating down to the park just outside the forest. Without fail, people always went down the river whenever it was over a hundred degrees. Weekday or weekend. Non. Stop. Most of them are loud and obnoxious. I usually howl or run around the river when those people pass by, it's really fun to freak them out. There are a few people that go on these black rubber tubes and dont have music blaring out of some speakers. Anyways, I went down to the river and watched some fish swim by. It's really peaceful and it's nice to go there to reconnect to the forest.

The next morning, I walked to the bus stop. Obviously, I was first there as usual. Only about ten minutes later, Filex walked out of the forest. He gave me one of those awkward half smiles that you give to people you don't really know but you had like, one conversation with. As we stood there, we both tried to make small talk, but failed miserably. I'm pretty sure babies were born and the same babies grew up, got a job, lived their life, then died before the other kids got to the bus stop. Once the bus arrived, we all piled on it like a barrel of monkeys. As the teens in the bus got off at the school, they all parted to go meet up with their friends. Me on the other hand? Straight to class. I sure didn't want to get stuck in another situation with Felix again. At lunch, I went to the same spot I did yesterday.

The next few days continued the same. Go to school, avoid all human contact, have some strange interactions with Felix, and go home. At least until Friday. It started normal, but then another girl from around the corner. She had a white t-shirt with black vinyl claw marks, black ripped jeans, jade teardrop earrings, and black sneakers with white pinstripes. Her hair was brown and curly with blond highlights. She. Was. GORGEOUS. I was so flabbergasted at her outfit that I barely heard her say hello! She waved her hand in front of my eyes.

“Sorry! Hi.” I say as I shake my head violently, snapping back into reality.

“All good. The name Sage, how about you?” She said with one of the coolest “cool girl” smiles I have ever seen.

“ I’m Lunar. It's nice to meet you, Sage!” I said with one of the coolest smiles I could wear.

“So uh… do you like stars?” She asked, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, but I prefer the moon,” I said, it was every bit as true as the ground we were standing on.

“Ah, Moon Wolf then?” She asked as if it was not at all dangerous to ask that to a complete stranger.

“You know, you're not really just supposed to ask that to someone you don't know.” I reminded her, turing to face her and looking her straight in the eyes

“But I’m right, am I not?” Her voice was dripping with confidence. I would be lying if I said I wasn't even a little bit jealous of how she could just talk to complete strangers with such swag.

“I mean, you're not wrong. But still! What if I was a human?” I protested, still thinking she should be just a tad bit more careful.

“I guess we will never know, because you're not.” She said, still confident. A few seconds later, Felix came out of the forest. He had a few twigs in his hair. I held my hands over my mouth and looked away for a second, to try not to laugh.

“Hey Lunar! And who may you be?” Felix asked, trying to be polite.

“This is Sage. Sage, this is Felix.” I said as I introduced them to each other.

“Shadow wolf, right?” Sage asked

“Y-yea, how did you know?” Felix asked, astounded by the fact she knew.

“Pitch black hair, a little scroungy, semi-formal clothes, all that jazz.” Without skipping a beat, she added “Thorn wolves are supposed to be able to identify their opponents, so it helps to identify possible friends too.”

Inside, there were rainbow bunnies dancing around in my stomach. Someone was thinking of being friends with me! More kids arrived soon, so we just went into a corner and talked amongst ourselves. The main topics of our conversations were cool places we like in the forest, places we want to go, and pack traditions. The bus soon arrived, picking up all the kids. When we got to school, things were a bit different. Me, Sage, and Felix were hanging out in our own little group. The day continued, just a little bit stranger than I thought. At lunch, we found a new place to eat together. It was a tall bush that was bent over a little bit, giving us all enough shade to sit in. It was close to the school air conditioning unit, so not many people sat there. Before we knew it, the school day was over. Just before we were about to walk back into the forest, Sage asked us something.

“Do you guys want to hang out or something this weekend…? I mean, if you want. If you're not busy or anything.”

“I'm down for it! Not like anyone will care if I'm gone for a few hours or something.” Felix said, getting really excited about the idea of hanging out with us.

“Sure! I'll have to check with my parents first, but I'm sure they will say yes. Where do you want to meet up?” I say, feeling good that I won't just sit around all weekend and wait for time to pass.

“How about… The Paw Mark?” Sage suggested. The Paw Mark is the place where the first four packs became who they are now. It's also a big area shaped like a wolf paw. It's said that it's the paw mark of a god wolf, leaving it there to mark the beginning of werewolf kind.

“Works for me! I have to get back home, but I'll see you there tomorrow!” I said just before running back home. As I returned home, my mother walked up to me.

“You're late. Ten minutes late.” She said, clearly crossed.

“I was hanging out with some friends, sorry.” I said as I kept walking straight to my room. “We were planning on hanging out this weekend. Is that okay with you?”

“Who are these people you are calling friends? Are they humans?” I could tell she was not in the mood to hear one of my many smart-alec responses, so I just told her the truth. Well, most of it anyway.

“They're werewolves from other packs. We're going to The Paw Mark tomorrow to hang out”

“What packs are they from? How well do you know them? Have they shown any form of aggression towards you? Do they know you're a royal?” She asked, clearly assessing every possible threat.

“Mom, chill. They're good wolves, and they don't know I'm a royal yet.” I said, trying to calm her down.

“Good, and they never will know. I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?”She said as she laid a gentle kiss on my forehead before she walked out. She stopped just short of the exit. “I just need to know… are any of them Shadow wolves?”

“No, they are not Shadow Wolves,” I said, not wanting to set her off. Once she finally left, I sat on the floor and started doing my homework. I know that if I said that I was friends with a Shadow wolf, my mom would never let me go have fun on the weekends. As much as I love my mom, I want to live my life as normally as possible.

The next morning, I woke up early. I was extremely excited about going to hang out with Sage and Felix. I started looking for an outfit, then just decided to go with a classic black T-shirt and shorts. I didn't make much of a deal to tell my dad I was leaving. I ate some boiled eggs and some fruits and I was on my way to The Paw Mark. As usual, I was the first one there, so I found a nice rock to sit on and hung out for a bit. As I waited, I thought about how nice it would be to have some friends to go hang out with every weekend. Maybe go to the rainbow falls? That would be so cool, and not just a “going to see the falls” cool, like a “I'm going to the falls with others who are not family” kind of cool. I was brought back to earth after I heard a rustle in the bushes. I looked over to see another girl with orange hair and bright blue eyes. She walked up to me, seeming strangely calm to see some stranger in the forest. She spoke with an Australian accent.

“Hey! You must be Lunar! Nice to meet you, mate!” She said as she sat next to me and gave me a side hug like we were old buddies. She had this ora of kindness, yet… something seemed off.

“Not to be rude, but who are you?” I asked, trying to be nice about it. She seemed nice enough, but my father always made a point to never trust strangers in the forest. He always told me “Strangers like to kidnap little kids and eat them”. I was little when he told me that, and he was joking… I think.

“My mistake. I’m Crimson, I’m a close friend of Felix.” Just as she said this, Felix and Sage walked up behind Crimson. She could probably tell by the look on my face that said nothing but confusion because of what she said next “Bet you didn't expect the Shadow Wolf’s Alpha’s son to hang out with a werefox, now didja?”

“Alpha’s son!? Werefox!?” I repeated, making sure I heard right. So that’s what's wrong with her… she's a werefox! They can't be trusted, even to keep a rock safe.

“Did he not-? Was I not supposed to say that..?” She asked with a little worry in her tone. Felix walked up behind her.

“No, you were not supposed to say that, Crim.” He said with a serious look in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher.

“Oh well, gotta jet!” She said as she turned her heel and started walking the other way.

“Look, I was going to tell you, both of you… I just didn't want you guys to think I was like a bad guy or something. You said you didn't think all shadow wolves are bad, but I was afraid of what you might think of a royal.” He said to me, his voice was truthful.

“I guess it's okay, I don’t think all Shadow wolves are evil, either.” Sage said, not really minding the fact he's a Shadow wolf Royal. Me on the other hand? It was killing me. He seemed like a nice guy, but I couldn't trust him. He's a Shadow Wolf Royal! But to be fair, I didn't tell him I was a Moon Wolf Royal either. But that was different. He was on the bad guy's side. I couldn't trust him, what if he told his dad? Or anyone for that matter? Could I really trust him? Would he just be friends with me from that point on to get to my pack…? Oh god, I'm starting to sound like my mom.

“I guess I don't mind. Besides, we're friends with you, not your dad.” I said, still slightly worried, but still feeling better than he told us.

“Also, sorry about Crim. She's been my best friend from the forest ever since my dad let me leave the den. Shes the leader of the Stray pack.” He exclaimed as he sits down on a large rock. The stray pack was known for being a mix of different animals that wanted a family of their own.

“That's all right, she seems cool.” Sage comments. I didn't say anything, I just smiled and nodded. As we hung out, I began to feel a little bit safer, being reminded of why I started really hanging out with him. He's cool, kind, funny, and really polite. I guess you can never judge a book by its color, or its name, or back story, or the other books in the series.

As Sage, Felix, and I were hanging out at The Paw Mark, a few patrol wolves ran back to the Moon Wolf den, reporting humans in the area, looking for a deer. My father gathered a few other wolves, thinking it would be like a regular scare-off mission. He was never one to stand by and let others take care of his business, so he always went with them. My father and a few others turned into wolves, walking closer to the humans. They started off with a few scare tactics, like howling and running around them. These humans were different from others though, they had guns and were not afraid of a fight. My father went in for the first close encounter to scare them off, running right next to them and nipping at them. He ran right past them, but one of the humans took a shot with their hunting rifles, Injuring my father! The other wolves took no time to attack the humans, injuring them back. The man who shot my father went down first, getting tackled and bit on the arm. The other man fired shots at the wolves and shot one. Soon, the men fled the forest, leaving my father and one of his comrades injured. The other wolves that were not injured helped them back. They were laid in the infirmary as quickly as possible. The nurses got to work quickly. Clover tended to the other wolf that was shot, while her mother was tending to my father. Only minutes later, the other wolf that fought alongside my father had lost too much blood… and didn't make it. My father was disheartened, knowing that his comrade didn't make it out of a simple scare mission. Soon, my mother howled into the forest, calling me. I parted with my friends and ran back to the den as fast as possible. Once I got there, I saw my father on the bed of grass. I ran over to him and sat next to him holding his hand. As he told me what happened, I didn't cry, trying to be strong for him. I stayed with him all day and night until he fell asleep. The Nurse said he was going to be fine, and gosh did I hope she was right.

The next morning my mother woke me up early. Due to my father being unable to leave the infirmary, I was going to go to the pack meeting with her. The packs hold a meeting every Sunday, to talk about important things. Kids usually never go, but today was an important day. As we greeted each other, I was glad Felix wasn't there. I sat next to my mother in my wolf form, as we were all in our wolf form. My mother brought up the fact that my father was shot by humans.

“My husband, the Alpha of the Moon Wolf Pack, was shot last night by a human. And so was one of his comrades. His comrade died. These humans are becoming braver, stronger, and stronger. We need to do something. I suggest we attack a few humans, sending a message to stay away from our forest. They don't want to come back for a while if humans get hurt or die here.” My mother said, trying to hide any fear or anger in her voice.

“We need to fight back. If they even step into our territory, they must know they are not safe.” Said the leader of the Sky Wolf Pack. He was always showing no fear.

“Why can't we find peace with humans? Maybe if they knew, we could stop hiding! We don't have to live in fear.” Said the Alpha of the Thorn Wolf Pack. They never liked war, so it was no surprise they didn't want to fight.

“Why don't we just bring the fight to them? They will never have peace with us, we need to attack while we're ahead. They will never expect it.” Said the Alpha of the Shadow Wolf Pack. It was no surprise he wanted to fight, I mean the Shadow Wolf pack is the classic evil pack.

“We will never win that fight, and you know it. We have to find some way we can keep our pack safe.” My mother responded. This cycle of argument went on for about an hour. My mom wants a guard patrol to attack humans that enter, but never kill them. The Sky Wolf Alpha wanting to kill any human who enters, the Thorn Wolf Alpha wanting peace, and the Shadow Wolf Alpha wanting to start the war. Soon, the meeting let out, freeing me from what felt like a time loop. The Shadow Wolf Alpha walked up to us and started talking to us about what my mother said. No matter how hard my mother tried to get out of the conversation, he kept talking. Great, another time loop I got stuck in. Soon, my mother snaked her way out of the conversation, and we started walking home. Once we got home, we immediately went to check on my dad. As we walked into the infirmary, we saw a shadowy figure in the corner of the room, holding what looked like a knife! Me and my mom ran in to protect my dad. We called for help, but by the time anyone else got there, the shadowy figure got away, sneaking back into the forest, never to be seen again. No matter how hard anyone looked, we couldn't find them. The only thing me or my mother could think that was going on was that someone was trying to kill our Alpha! And this wasn't just any wolf, it was a Shadow Wolf.

“We need to increase our defenses now. Our pack is in danger, so we must protect it.” My mother said to the other wolves in the den. This was more than just a coincidence, the Shadow Wolf Pack wanted war. They are trying to become the most powerful pack, by taking the other packs down. This was one of the many things the Shadow Wolves wanted to do for a long time. “Alright, what can we do? We can ask the other packs for support, or maybe just some medical supplies. I know the Thorn wolf pack has a large variety of healing herbs.” My mother paced around the room, thinking of what to do. “Your father was always better at planning for battle than I ever have been.”

“You're doing great, mom.” Me and Zack comforted our mother as she struggled to find a solution. I felt bad that I couldn't help anymore then I already was.

“Lunar, please come with me. We can go to the other packs together.” She told me.

“W-what? Why do I have to come? Why can't Zack go with you?” I protested. I really didn't want to go, because I didn't want Sage seeing me as a royal. If I saw her, I would have to tell her I am the Alphas daughter, and that wasn't going to be fun.

“Because you are the next in line. You have to come with me. Please? I don't think I can do this on my own.” She pleaded. I can't be selfish about this, my mom needs my help. I will be by her side whenever she needs me.

“Okay, fine. I'll come.” I say as I step next to her. We walked over to the Thorn Wolf Pack first, thinking they would be the most understanding. Once we got over to their den, we told them our situation. No matter how much pleading we did, the Thorn Wolf Pack Alpha didn't budge. He wanted no part of this war, in any way, which is understandable. I looked around nervously as I searched the den for Sage, but couldn't see her anywhere. I was glad I didn't have to explain everything, but I kind of wanted to see her, to tell her what was going on. My mom was really disappointed that the Thorn Pack didn't want to help. After we said our goodbyes, we walked over to the Sky Wolf Pack. My mom was worried the Sky Wolves wouldn't help either. We walked over, hearing rustling in the trees above. The Sky Wolf Alpha jumped down from a tree, greeting us. We told them the same thing we told the Thorn Wolves, and they too asked to not be a part of this war. We were on our own. We walked back to the Moon Wolf den in defeat.

The Shadow Wolf Alpha walked over to our den only seconds after we got back. He asked to speak to my mother alone. After what felt like ten trillion years, she walked back over to me as the Shadow Wolves left.

“Prepare the troops. We are now at war.” She said with a dark tone. She walked past me, going into her den. As the wolf troops prepared for battle, I was panicking in my room. Was war really necessary? Yes, we have to settle this, even if it comes to bloodshed. About an hour later, my mother walked out of her den. She led me and my brother in front of the hundreds of wolves behind us. As we stepped onto the battlefield, I could feel cold air in my hair. As the Shadow Wolves stepped onto the battlefield, my worries grew. There were so many more of them then there are of us.

Now, this is about the place where we began a while ago, so I hope you're all caught up. As I walked a few steps forward alongside my Mother and brother, I took a final deep breath. We all went full wolf form as did the Shadow Wolves. My mother howled, starting the battle. We ran into war, preparing for the worst. One by one, we fought every wolf. The battle continued for what felt like forever. With the Shadow wolves sheer numbers, they were beginning to over power us. I was separated from my mother and brother in the heat of the fight, soon being knocked down by a Shadow Wolf. I tried to get back on my feet, but he pinned me to the ground. My life flashed before my eyes, as I feared this was the last breath I was going to take. Before the wolf could bite my neck, finishing me off, a strange orange figure jumped on the Shadow wolf, knocking them unconscious. When I looked up, I saw a… fox? And just like that, it clicked. Just like I said before, you can never judge a book by its cover.

“You weren't expecting a werefox to help out, now where ya?” A familiar Australian voice said the fox walked closer to me. It was Crimson! And she wasn't alone. Sage, Felix, and a bunch of other animals like a bear, racoon, mountain lion, and other foxes behind her. Crimson walked over to me, helping me stand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I stood up, gaining my balance once more. “You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous!”

“I can't stand by and let you or your back suffer because my father is an incompetent buttmunch.” Felix says as he walks next to me, preparing to fight alongside me. “None of us can”

“You're not very good at hiding that you're a royal, you know.” Sage commented, standing on my other side. “We got your back, Lunar.”

“Thank you guys, you might have just given us the advantage to win this fight!” I said, feeling a new wave of confidence as we charged into battle. With a new team of brute strength and loyalty, no one could stop us. Soon, I found The Shadow Wolf Alpha. The second I had a chance, I went for him. I pounced on his back, knocking him to the ground.

“You did this! You put your own wolves in a battle to die, just so you can feel better about yourself. You made wolves die, because you felt like you were the rightful king on all werewolves. What, did you pick up a thing or two about Manifest Destiny from the humans?” I yell as I walk towards him, wanting to do nothing more than kill him right then and there. But, Felix ran next to me.

“Don't. This is my fight, not yours. Go help your family, I'll deal with him.” Felix said, glaring at his father.

“Okay, but be careful.” I say as I run back into the battle, looking for my mother and brother. By what I was told after the fact, Felix challenged his father to a duel. Whoever won, would have soul control over the Shadow Wolf Pack, and would from then on be the Alpha. The battle was quick, with Felix's father getting the first hit. After a few hits were exchanged, and many scratches were made, Felix pinned his father to the ground, making him surender. As his father surrendered, he called off his troops, ending the war. I finally found my family, but seeing my brother on the ground, not moving. I ran over as quickly as I could, making sure he was at least breathing. His chest raised and fell, telling me he is okay. Some nurse wolves came over, helping Zack. Now, I have to make sure Felix is okay. I found my way back to him.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask him, seeing many cuts and injuries.

“I'm fine. I defeated my father, now I am the Alpha of the Shadow Wolf Pack.” He says, with a little bit of a huff. “It's kind of a lot to take in…”

“Yeah, I would think so.” I said with a little bit of a chuckleA few days later, his father was sentenced to death. He was held in a cell, prepared to be executed in front of all four pack Alphas. As the guards went to retrieve him for his execution, he was gone. He had broken out of the holding cell, and escaped. The guards looked everywhere, but could find any sign of him. A few weeks later, me, Felix, and Sage all went to the Rainbow falls. If the sun hits the waterfall just right, the water will become a rainbow. As we sat, watching the waterfall, I was satisfied. Every pack was safe. I had friends, my father and brother were making a steady recovery, and nothing was wrong anymore. Or… should I be worried about the evil Shadow wolf on the loose? Nah, that's for another story. See you next time, and if you ever see anything in the forest like a wolf in a tree, or a wolf with fur as black as night, or maybe even a group of stray animals being led by a fox. Just know, you're not alone anymore.

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