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More Than Just Friends — b.chris

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➮ werewolf!Chris × f!Reader wc: 7.4k summary: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesn’t know is that during his heat, he often pictures pinning her down and breeding her. When she comes back home the day before his cycle is due to start, Chris finds it hard to not give into his urges when he smells she’s ovulating. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural and lycanthropic themes, f2l (gasp and they were roommates); non idol au, werewolf au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, Chris struggles with his horny thoughts and controlling his urges but can you blame the poor guy? Being in heat probably sucks when you aren’t getting laid 💀, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 Join the taglist! »» Closes tomorrow (30th) at 23:00 CST Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this was written partially for myself but also for my bestie, Sky. So you're welcome, bestie ily. We're nearing the end of this series so I'll take this time to announce that once I wrap up with Kinktober, the Tales from Camp Holiday Special will start back up with Jun and Vernon's part. If you’d like to sign up for the taglist, you can do so here. If you haven't read the first two installments, you can find those here. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about and read for SVT, you can read the OG Tales from Camp here! Thank you so much for reading and if you liked it, please consider supporting me on kofi (link on my pinned post) and reblogging or commenting! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a werewolf and he’s been dreaming about breeding his best friend. You don’t do that tho. You use protection), oral (both receiving), brat taming (f receiving), breeding, heat cycles, daddy kink, dom!Chris, sub!Reader, use of pet names (baby, babygirl, princess, etc), Chris is a very whipped man and loves Y/N very much. If I've missed anything, please let me know!

dialogue prompt: ❛ We’re not just friends and you fucking know it ❜

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Chris is normally a very patient man. He never rushes things, always preferring to take his time in everything he does. He’s always been able to keep his cool, even when things get… a little hairy. As a werewolf, he’s gotten pretty good at controlling his urges as well.

Chris can recall the exact moment everything changed. He can trace his werewolf lineage back to the Joseon period. He is descended from werewolves. There was no camping trip or fateful night where he was stalked and bitten or mauled by some wolf-man beast. 

He was born with his condition, the bloodline being passed down from father to son. The women in the family carried the gene but it was only dominant in males. Only males experienced the Change. Chris was around 11 or 12 when it first happened. He was sitting with some friends, playing video games in the basement when it happened.

He remembered the fever, the sweating, his vision blurring, and then everything went black. When he came to, it was the next morning and he was lying in bed, a cool towel on his forehead and the sun creeping into the room via his window. His mother, who had come to check on him and found him awake, called his father in and the both of them sat down and explained to Chris what was going on.

He was a werewolf. Of course, Chris didn’t understand but as the days turned into weeks, he started to notice the Change even more. His first full moon was approaching and he needed to prepare himself. He started to crave raw meat which his mother was able to provide in the form of rare steak. Chris had never eaten his steaks rare before that point.

Most of the changes were subtle and manageable. The big one was unavoidable. Chris’ first transformation was excruciating but he somehow managed to make it through to the morning and his father told him he had a month to recuperate before it happened again. Chris had hoped that was the end of the surprises but as he got closer to his second full moon, the heat started.

His father had mentioned it but the effects still caught him off guard. He was still only in the beginning stages of puberty so Chris still had a lot to learn about his own anatomy as well as his wolf side. His father assured him everything he was feeling was normal. Every male in the family had gone through this at some point in their lives.

As Chris got older, he was able to manage the changes but the one he still couldn’t seem to overcome other than his transformations was the heat. The intense arousal that seemed to take over all other senses. From sunup to sundown the entire week before his transformations. The urge to fuck anything with a pulse that smelled even remotely attractive.

It was agonizing.

It was worse when he started dating. Once a month, he had to close himself off from his girlfriend for a week. Most of his relationships ended because his partner couldn’t understand and how was he supposed to explain it? How could he explain that he was a werewolf? They’d laugh at him and call him crazy. No one other than his family would understand.

Or so he thought.

Chris was in college when he met you his sophomore year in his economics class. You’d come to class only a moment before the bell rang and despite plenty of seats to choose from, you picked the one next to him. Chris had tried to focus on the lecture but your perfume was enticing. He was close to his heat that day and having such a warm body that smelled as alluring as you did was a horrible combination for him.

He had missed a week of classes after that, emailing his professor who was all too aware of Chris’ nature and understood. Chris’ heat was more intense than any he’d experienced before and he couldn’t keep images of you, the sweet girl who sat next to him once, out of his mind. He hated himself for fantasizing about you, when he didn’t even know your name.

When he returned to class, you were there, in the same spot you’d been before. Chris took his seat in a different spot in an effort to avoid having to look at you for the week’s worth of shame he felt. After the lecture, Chris had hurried out of class to make way to the fitness center for his break between classes until he felt a gentle hand on his arm.

Turning around, he was met with the sight of your smiling face and enchanting scent. ‘Fuck.’

You explained how you noticed he was gone and took notes for him just in case he was sick and then proceeded to hand over a folder full of detailed notes from lectures for the entire week he missed. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Here was a girl who didn’t know his name and she managed to take not only her own notes and complete her own assignments but she took time out of each day to copy her own notes to give to him.

Who did that? Chris was a flabbergasted mess, blushing profusely as he tried to decline your more than generous offer but you didn’t take no for an answer. It was the start of something Chris would come to cherish more than anything else. An unlikely friendship.

Sophomore year at university ended and summer break came. Chris went home to visit his family but kept in touch with you. He wasn’t sure if things would remain the same come junior year but he was pleasantly surprised to walk into his first class of the semester to find you already seated towards the back and pulling out your laptop.

That year was full of study dates at the student cafe, attending football games and cheering for the other team since your university’s team sucked. The holidays brought with it snow and Chris decided to invite you to spend Christmas with his family after he learned yours was going overseas until after the New Year. The drive to Chris’ family home proved difficult as it was only a few days before his heat.

That was the year the truth came out. Chris finally told you everything. He was ashamed but you surprised him even more by accepting him and reminding him that there are some things he can’t control. Chris knew right then that you were going to be a constant in his life. He leaned more on you after that, feeling grateful for the little things you did for him.

Your bond and friendship was made stronger for it.

After graduating, Chris landed a job in the city and was excited when you said you’d be joining him. You both went apartment hunting, agreeing that sharing an apartment was more cost effective than getting two separate places. You both found the perfect one close to both your jobs and quickly settled into a routine. The real challenge came when Chris’ first heat rolled around.

He had a much harder time controlling his urges when you were constantly around and so for the first year, you would spend a week in a hotel but soon that proved to be more than your budget would allow. You were lucky to meet someone at work, a female coworker who understood more than anyone else since her own brother was also a werewolf and she had the room to let you stay for a week.

This had been your routine for the last three years.

“You got everything?” Chris called as you carried your bags out of your room and into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, playing a racing game, his headset resting around his neck. “Yeah,” you replied breathlessly. Chris paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you standing behind him. “You sure?” he asked.

It wasn’t unlike you to forget things and Chris knew this. There were more than a handful of times you’d left for work only to return a few minutes later because you forgot something. It was an endearing trait you had and Chris liked to tease you about it.

“Yes, dad,” you jokingly said, tousling his dark curls. The nickname was meant to be mocking and joking but it always made something stir in his stomach when you said it. Chris would never admit it, even if you were his best friend, but the thought of you calling him daddy lingered in his mind, even long after his heat had passed.

Likewise, you’d never admit it to him but you often thought about adding the extra syllable to the name, if only to see his reaction. Chris wasn’t aware of it but you knew all about his… inclination towards the title. He’d let it slip one night while you were drinking at home, celebrating a promotion with a couple bottles of wine.

[flashback]

“It’s not that bad!” you said in protest as Chris laughed harder, cheeks red from both the action and from the alcohol. “Honestly?” he asked, his laughter subsiding for only a moment. You nodded, your own cheeks warm. “Then it’s not really a degradation kink, is it?” Chris asked.

“It is! But it also feeds into my praise kink,” you said, your filter long gone as you raised your half empty bottle of wine to your lips. It was your second one and both you and Chris had agreed to forego the glasses, opting to drink straight from the bottles.

Chris’ laughter started up again. “Praise kink? Like ‘ oh wow, good job sucking dick?’” he asked through laughs. You narrowed your eyes. “No,” you retorted. “It’s more like ‘you’re doing so well,’ or ‘you take me so well,’” you explained. Chris cocked his head. “So if I were to call you a ‘good little slut’ that would do it for you?”

His question was meant to be curious but you couldn’t control the way your walls clenched around nothing. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself as you felt your core heat up, knowing it wasn’t entirely the alcohol’s fault.

There was no denying that your best friend was hot. He’d been hitting the gym since before you met and had probably one of the best bodies you’d ever seen. He was insanely attractive with his strong biceps, muscular thighs and well formed ass. The term cake didn’t even begin to cover it with Chris.

Not to mention those dark curls and dimples that had you weak the moment you met him all those years ago in college. You’d been smitten with him long before even learning his name. And as time went on, you just fell deeper and deeper in love with your best friend.

You couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted in a man. He ticked every box on your list. He was attractive, funny, smart, kind, and he made you feel safe and secure. He gave the best hugs and he was the clingiest person you’d ever met but you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Not even the werewolf side of him and the heat that kicked you out once a week.

“Yeah,” you said finally, grabbing the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, it’s not that bad,” he replied. “I like being called daddy so, who’s the real weirdo here?”

You froze mid sip, swallowing the wine thickly before your eyes settled on Chris who glanced back at you. “Daddy? Really?” you asked softly. He nodded as he reached for the bottle which you handed to him without a second thought. “Yeah. Weird, right?” he asked before taking a sip.

You leaned in, one hand resting on the back of the couch as you looked up into his face.

“Oh not at all,” you started as he brought the bottle down, resting it on his thigh. “Daddy.”

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, darkening slightly when he noticed the smirk on your face. The two of you stared at one another before he shook his head. “Don’t play with me,” he said, his voice thick. 

“You’re playing with fire.”

[present day]

The topic changed quickly after that and the next morning you woke with a headache and the knowledge that your best friend had a daddy kink. He of course didn’t remember a thing. Not the sultry stare off or how you almost made the mistake of kissing him that night.

“When are you leaving?” Chris asked, pulling you from your thoughts of the past. He’d taken your hand from his hair and was inspecting your palm, gently running the tips of his fingers over your skin. Something that normally calmed you down but with the memory fresh in your mind, it was having another effect on you entirely.

“Kara should be here soon,” you replied, gently pulling your hand from his grip and picking up your bags to move them towards the door. Chris said nothing, instead looking at the tv. 

He’d never admit it but he had half a mind to ask you not to go. To instead ask you to stay but he knew if you stayed, he’d be unable to control his urges. 

For the last year, he’d been having very intense fantasies about pinning you against the nearest surface and fucking you. Even worse, he had vivid fantasies of breeding you. About fucking you raw, knotting your warm cunt, and filling it with his hot cum.

The thought of his cock buried deep inside your walls as he emptied his balls and then his cock swelling so none of it could escape occupied his mind most of the time when his heat approached. The wolf in him wanted nothing more than to breed you, turn you into his little cum dumpster and pump you full of his cum, hoping it would take and get you pregnant.

Chris knew it was his animalistic instincts, wanting to mate and continue the bloodline. He’d been able to control these urges for the most part. He still masturbated to the thought of breeding you, hiding his shame for a few days. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about you like that but he also knew he couldn’t control what the wolf thought but he could control what he did physically.

“Now you’re sure you have everything?” he asked. You nodded, looking down at your bags. “I’m sure,” you replied. A buzzing interrupted you and you gave your roommate a sheepish smile, moving to answer the intercom. “Come on up,” you said, pressing the button when Kara identified herself.

Chris got up and walked over to the door. It only took a couple minutes for Kara to reach the door, knocking when she did. You opened it and smiled at her, having just finished putting your shoes on. “Hey,” you greeted your coworker who smiled back.

“All ready?” Kara asked. Chris watched as you nodded and started to lift your bags. Kara taking a couple of them. “I’ll see you in about a week,” you said, turning to Chris who stepped down into the entry, hands in his pockets. 

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them. Do not cook,” you instructed and Chris rolled his eyes. “You act like I can’t cook,” he mused and you raised your brows. “Have you eaten anything you’ve ever made?” you asked, jokingly. Chris nudged you playfully.

“Make sure to drink water and please do not destroy anything,” you said, holding your hands together in a silent prayer. Chris rolled his eyes, pulling his hands from his pockets and pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Chris inhaled slowly. He loved the scent of your perfume. It was a scent he’d grown very fond of. His arms tightened around you. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay but you both knew if you did, he might not be able to control himself.

“See you in a week,” you said softly, giving him a small squeeze. Chris reluctantly let go of you, forcing a smile when you pulled back to look at him. “Take care of her,” he said to Kara who sent him a sympathetic smile. “Of course,” she answered. “You take care of yourself too,” she added.

You grabbed the last bag, slinging it over your shoulder and looked back at Chris one last time, giving him an apologetic smile. He waved as you crossed the threshold into the hall and just like that you were gone for a week.

Another week of an empty apartment. Another week of hell without you.

Chris returned to his game, his heart not really in it as he half-assed his way through the campaign before logging off and shutting the tv down. He went to his room to try and get some work done but found that he couldn’t focus.

He was getting restless and he knew one of two things that could help.

He changed into some of his workout gear, grabbing his headphones, phone, and water bottle, and exited the apartment to head to the building’s gym. He usually could push through an hour workout and it usually managed to take the edge off.

He followed his usual routine, stretching, some light cardio followed by weights and then a walk to cool down. As he was on his walk, the door to the gym opened and another tenant came in. Chris had seen her before. She lived on the fourteenth floor. She had recently changed her hair from blonde to a medium brown with highlights. She had her hair pulled up into a ponytail and was dressed in a black sports bra and black leggings.

She looked up to where Chris was, smiling shyly at him as she made her way over to one of the bicycle machines. Chris returned the smile and looked down at the machine controls. He had about ten minutes left on his walk and then he could hit the showers and head back to his apartment and it would be dinner time.

He tried not to notice the scent of the other tenant’s perfume or the way he could smell  sweat starting to permeate the air. He closed his eyes, keeping his hands on the rails as he walked, willing time to move faster. ‘Eight minutes,’ he told himself, peeking at the timer.

He looked up and made eye contact with the woman who had gotten off the bicycle to fill her bottle. She was looking directly at him and Chris couldn’t control the way his body reacted. Heat radiated throughout his body, settling in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in his pants.

‘Come on,’ he scolded himself. ‘She’s looking at you. It’s not like she’s flirting. Calm the fuck down.’

Chris looked back up, finding she was still staring at him. ‘Shit.’ He glanced at the timer and saw he had five minutes left. ‘Fuck this. I’m done anyway,’ he told himself as he pushed the stop button. He couldn’t risk popping a boner in the gym simply because a woman looked at him.

He’d shower back at the apartment.

He sprayed a paper towel and quickly wiped down the machine before grabbing his things and heading for the door. He pushed open the door and exited quickly, heading to the elevator and pressing the call button. He waited, shifting from one foot to the other.

He could hear footsteps, and silently prayed for the elevator to arrive sooner. He let out a breath he forgot he was holding as the doors dinged and opened. He stepped into the small room, waving his card over the reader and pressing the button for his floor.

As the doors started to close, a hand shot out to stop them and Chris internally cursed as the woman stepped onto the elevator. He forced a smile, moving into the corner as she waved her card, pressing the button for the fourteenth floor.

The door slowly slid shut, closing them both in and Chris stared at the counter above the doors, ignoring the woman completely. Her floor would come before his. He just had to be patient.

“Hey,” a soft voice said and Chris knew she was speaking to him. He turned his head to find her looking at him. “Hi,” he replied. “I’ve seen you around a few times,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. Chris nodded. “I’ve lived here for a few years,” he admitted.

‘Come on, come on,’ he thought impatiently as the counter continued to rise. “I’m new to the area,” she said suddenly. “Are you from around here?” she asked. Chris nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on the numbers over the elevator doors.

“Maybe you could show me around some time,” she offered, moving closer. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed mentally. She was close enough that he could smell the arousal wafting off her. ‘No, no, no,’ he told himself. The moment her hand touched his arm, Chris jumped just as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor.

‘Fuck this’ he thought and pushed past as someone else stepped onto the elevator and he walked down the hall, heading for the stairwell. He’d rather walk than be trapped in a steel box with a horny woman this close to his heat.

Once he finally reached his floor, he made sure the floor was deserted as he headed for the door, letting himself in. He could breathe easily as he kicked his shoes off and headed past the kitchen, dropping his  water bottle on the counter as he headed for his room.

He stripped and got into the shower, turning the water on, letting the stream heat up and wash his body. Once he was done showering, he got out, dressed and sat down at his computer, putting his headset on and turning on some music and getting a headstart on some work.

When his stomach growled, he cursed, pulling his headphones off and got up, exiting his room and making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the glass containers from the fridge and pulled it out to inspect it. ‘Lasagna,’ he noted with a smile as he took the lid off and scooped the contents out onto a plate to heat it up.

Once the food was hot, he carefully pulled the plate out and took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbing a fork as he did and started to eat. He was eternally grateful for you, making food for him when you left for a week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, he could. He just preferred it when you did.

As he chewed, he wondered what you were up to with Kara. Were you eating dinner as well?

“I can’t believe he still thinks you’re a lesbian,” Kara said, giggling as you took a sip of your wine. “I’ve told him numerous times I’m not,” you replied. “I don’t understand why he still thinks that.”

Kara shook her head. “Who knows,” she replied, glancing down at her empty glass. “Oh, time for a refill!”

She got up, waiting for you to down the rest of your wine and took your empty glass to the kitchen to refill them both. The two of you had ordered pizza, neither one of you wanted to cook, especially after you had cooked an entire week's worth of meals for Chris.

“What do you think Chris is up to?” Kara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s probably playing video games,” you replied as Kara poured your favorite wine into your glass and placed the bottle back in the fridge. She walked back over with both glasses, handing yours over as she took a seat.

“So,” she started, taking a sip of her wine. “Let me see this presentation,” she added and you set your glass down, rushing over to your laptop bag and pulling it out, moving back to sit on the couch, setting your laptop on the coffee table.

Kara continued sipping on her wine as you opened your laptop and logged on. You signed into and pulled up the presentation powerpoint you’d been working on all week for Monday’s meeting. It wasn’t anything fancy but you were pretty proud of it.

Kara looked over it, complimenting your skills and work, making small comments on certain parts. “I really like this,” she said, pointing at one of the slides. “You really made a good point here.” You felt pride swell in your chest until your laptop dinged, a small notification indicating your battery was low.

“I swear, the battery on this thing dies so fast,” you groaned as you got up and headed over to your bag to grab the charger. You unzipped the pocket only to find your charger wasn’t there. “What the…” you trailed off, starting to check all the pockets of your laptop bag but no charger in sight.

“What’s wrong?” Kara asked. “I can’t find my charger,” you replied. “Did you bring it?” Kara asked, getting up from her seat and walking over. “I thought I did,” you replied, feeling annoyed and angry with yourself for forgetting when Chris had asked you multiple times if you had everything.

“You can use mine,” Kara said but you shook your head. “You have a Macbook,” you reminded her. “This is an HP.” Kara swore under her breath. “I gotta go back home,” you said softly. Kara looked up at you. “Are you sure?” she asked. You nodded.

“I need that charger,” you answered. “Especially if I’m gonna be here for a week.” Kara nodded and got up. “I’ll drive you,” she said and you shook your head. “You’ve had like a whole bottle,” you reminded her. “I’ve only had a glass. I’ll drive. You stay here. I’m just gonna run back and get it and then I’ll be back.” Kara nodded as she grabbed her keys and handed them to you.

“Be careful,” she said as you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone. You headed to the door, slipping your shoes and coat on. “I’ll be back in a bit,” you called and exited her apartment, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button.

You fished your phone out of your purse, opened Chris’ message thread and sent him a text.

You: i did what i said i wouldn’t. I forgot my laptop charger 💀

You: i’m on my way back to get it.

You: i’ll be quick. Just in and out

Placing your phone back in your purse, you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the garage and waited as the doors shut and the lift descended, heading for the basement. You found Kara’s car, unlocking it and getting in.

The drive to your apartment didn’t take long and you pulled into the designated parking space in your garage, parking and shutting off the engine. You got out, leaving your purse in the car and locking it. ‘In and out, Y/N,’ you reminded yourself as you headed for the elevator.

The ride up to your floor was quiet, the sun had set and most people were already out enjoying the Friday nightlife. The elevator dinged, doors opening as it arrived on your floor and you stepped off the lift, heading for your apartment door.

You unlocked it, letting yourself in. You expected to see Chris but didn’t see him perched on the couch playing games. ‘Maybe he’s in his room,’ you told yourself as you walked through the apartment and to your room.

Turning on the light, you saw the culprit lying innocently on your desk and you glared at it, walking over to grab it and headed towards the door. As you exited your room, you heard Chris call out.

You turned the knob and looked into his room. “I thought I heard you, he said with a chuckle. “I sent you a text,” you answered, peering into his room. He was sitting at his computer, headphones hanging around his neck as he finished whatever he was working on.

“Forget something?” he asked, sounding amused at your forgetfulness. You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied. “I forgot my laptop charger,” you answered. Chris turned to look at you. “It’s always something,” he joked and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you said, chuckling. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” Chris smiled as he removed his headphones from around his neck, looking over at you. “It’s fine,” he said softly, moving to get up. You pushed the door open further as he approached you. “Do you need anything before I leave?” you asked.

Chris opened his mouth to respond but a sudden strong smell hit him. It was like someone had opened a bottle of vanilla extract and placed it under his nose. He knew that smell all too well. It made every nerve in his body burn. It made his pupils enlarge, his throat burn, and an intense heat form in the pit of his stomach. Lust and desire burned, the line blurring into the primal need to mate.

You hadn’t been careful enough. Neither of you had but then again this had never happened before. How didn't this come up? How hadn’t this happened before? Three years living together and this had never, ever happened? Either you were very lucky or you were always away when it happened.

Chris’ fingers curled into his palm, knuckles turning white as his nails dug into his skin in an attempt to ground himself but what normally worked had never been tested in this situation before.

Chris was about to start his heat and you… you were ovulating.

You watched as your best friend froze. “Chris?” you asked softly. You were surprised when he looked at you, his eyes darkening. “You need to leave,” he said, his voice low and dangerously so. “Chris? What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a step forward.

“Don’t!” your best friend growled. You froze, eyes widening. He’d never spoken to you like that before. “Chris you’re starting to worry me, what’s wr—” before you could finish your question, your best friend had closed the distance and grabbed you, pinning you against the wall next to the door.

“Chris!” you gasped, hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his shirt. “What’s gotten into you?”

His heat was close but it wasn’t supposed to start yet. He’d always been good about controlling his urges so what was different this time?

“I’m sorry,” Chris said softly, his head drooping as he struggled against his own urges. “This has never happened before.” You tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you were. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve always had a hold of yourself,” you continued. “You’re ovulating,” Chris interrupted. Your eyes widened.

“H-how did you know?”

Chris chuckled dryly. “I can smell it,” he answered. One of his hands moved up to your cheek as he raised his head. “I can smell it and it’s driving me crazy,” he continued. You felt one of his knees wedge between your thighs, pressing against your core. “It’s making me want to do things to you.”

You felt a shiver run up your spine. ‘Do things? What kind of things?’

“L-like what?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

Chris leaned in, nuzzling against your cheek as his lips ghosted over your skin, stopping near your ear. “Would you be mad if I said exactly what I wanted to do to you?” he asked softly. You shook your head. Though you wouldn’t say it, you welcomed it, wondering just what was going on in his head.

“Tell me,” you replied.

You felt Chris nuzzle into your neck, sniffing eagerly. “I want to rip those cute lace panties of yours and stuff that sweet little pussy with my cock.” As if punctuating his words, Chris leaned in, pressing his thigh more firmly against your core.

You let out an involuntary whimper, causing him to groan in your ear. “I want to…” he trailed off. “No, I need to pin you down on the bed,” he said, making you gasp as he pressed his thigh even harder against you. 

“Pin you down and fuck you until I fill you with so much cum. I need to breed you.,” he continued, lips ghosting over your skin. “Breed you like you’re the one in heat.” You let out another gasp, feeling one of his hands move to grab your ass, sneaking under your skirt.

“And of course you had to wear a skirt, didn’t you?” he growled. “I bet you knew it would drive me crazy. That I’d be able to smell everything.” You moaned into his ear as his hand continued to knead your ass, nails digging into your flesh 

“I’ll bet you planned this, didn’t you? I bet your laptop charger isn’t even here,” he scoffed as if it wasn’t lying on the floor in the hallway where you’d dropped it. “Chris,” you whined, moaning as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. “Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he dared you. “Say that again, baby. Moan my name and I’ll take you right now.”

A thick silence fell over the two of you as Chris pulled back, eyes searching your face, neither one speaking nor making a move until you finally cleared your throat and spoke. “Chris, we can’t,” you started, looking between his eyes. “W-we’re friends,” you added, letting out a yelp as Chris quickly backed up to create enough space to turn you around to face the wall before pinning you against it, pressing his erection into your back.

“You feel that?” he asked, grinding against you. “You feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me since that first day in economics?” he asked. “I’ve wanted you ever since you sat next to me. Wanted to fuck you raw and pump you full.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” he growled in your ear. Moaning, you pushed back against him, earning another deep growl.

“Don’t play with me,” he snapped. “I’m not playing…” you trailed off. “Daddy.” The name caused a chain reaction. Chris wrapped an arm around your waist from behind, lifting you easily and carrying you over to his bed where he deposited you face down.

You tried to turn over but he was quick to stop you, pushing your skirt up to expose your lace covered core. He quickly grabbed the material and tugged, ripping it easily. “Chris!” you gasped but the next second you were crying out as he landed a slap to your ass.

“Don’t speak until I tell you to,” he growled. You felt his fingers glide up and down your slit, gathering your arousal before pushing into your cunt. You let out a groan as he started to slowly pump his fingers before removing them. “Chest to the bed,” Chris instructed. “But keep your ass up.”

You did as he said, lowering your shoulders until your chest rested against the mattress. In that time, Chris removed his hat, tossing it aside as he knelt on the mattress behind you, hands grabbing your hips. He leaned closer, taking a deep inhale. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” he growled. His tongue ran along your slit, from your clit up and back down, toying with the bundle of nerves, his nose bumping against your entrance.

Your fingers dug into the sheets as you moaned, pushing back against his face. Chris pulled back delivering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Hold still,” he barked. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your hole and not let you cum.”

You whined, wiggling your hips in a silent plea for more. Chris pushed you onto your side before flipping you onto your back, grabbing your hips and pulling your core to his face, burying it in your pussy, tongue ravishing your clit. Your thighs tried closing but Chris wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open as he licked at and sucked on your clit, drawing you closer to your climax.

“Shit, Chris!” you gasped, your hand moving to comb through his curls.

“M’gonna cum.”

Chris didn’t relent, flicking his tongue against your clit until you came undone under him, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to shy away from his mouth but he held you still, never stopping as he drew you to another orgasm.

As you came down from the second, he finally let go of your thighs, pulling back to wipe his chin and taking ahold of the collar of his shirt and yanking it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want you to ride my tongue but it’ll have to wait,” he said in a husky voice as his hands moved to undo his jeans, unbuckling but not removing his belt before unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of his pants.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand and pulling you up when you took it. “Open your mouth,” he added as he pushed his jeans down around his thighs. You did as he asked, keeping your gaze on his face as he pulled his erection free from the confines of his underwear.

“Keep your mouth open for me,” he added, taking his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes before guiding the tip past your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue. His free hand moved to your hair, taking a fistful and guiding your head. “Get to work, baby girl,” he murmured.

“Show daddy how you use your mouth.”

Your scalp stung, eyes watered and your throat hurt by the time Chris finally pulled your mouth off him. He’d forced his cock down your throat more than once and even fucked your throat a few times, making you gag. What little makeup you had on was ruined, tear stained cheeks and swollen lips but to Chris you were stunning.

“Lay back for me,” he ordered, discarding his pants and underwear, watching as you pulled your top off and threw it aside, scooting into the middle of his bed. Chris crawled over you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as his hands pushed your knees apart to accommodate him.

Your hands moved to his hair as he guided the head of his cock to your dripping entrance, pulling back just enough to make eye contact. “I want to watch your face as I enter you,” he growled. “Watch your eyes roll back into your head as I fill you with my cock.”

You moaned loudly as he pushed into you, stretching your cunt with his girth, inch by inch until he was buried inside your walls, groaning about the warmth and how tight you felt. It was taking all his strength to not start slamming into you immediately.

“I’m gonna give you a few minutes to adjust and then I’m gonna hold you down against this mattress and fuck you until you cum,” he gave you a shallow thrust, enjoying the gasp that escaped you. “And then I’m going to flip you over, ass up and fuck you until I cum and fill this pussy. You understand me?”

You nodded silently but that wasn’t good enough for him. Chris grabbed your face. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “Yes, what?” he asked, tilting his head. “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. Chris let go and smirked down at you. “Good girl.”

No sooner than the words left his lips, his hands were on your hips, holding them in place as he started to pull out and snap his hips against yours, driving his cock into your cunt repeatedly. Your thighs tightened around his waist, prompting him to growl and halt his movements.

You were about to ask what the problem was when he took your ankles and placed your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel more, moaning louder when he pounded into you harder. “Oh holy shit,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars.

“Right there?” he asked, angling his hips and hitting the same spot, making you cry out.

He repeatedly hit the same spot over and over, moving his hand to rub circles against your clit with his thumb. “That’s it princess,” he huffed. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” You let out a mewl, walls fluttering as you came. One of your hands moved to grab Chris’ wrist, trying to ground yourself as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled over you.

With each pass over your clit with his thumb, Chris watched your body seize up and chuckled before pulling his cock from your abused hole.

He quickly turned you over, pulling your hips up and taking himself in his hand, stroking a couple times before pushing back into you. This position allowed for all of his cock to fit inside you, making you moan into the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric.

Chris took your hips in his hands, pulling out and snapping forward, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. He set a relentless and merciless pace, grunting with effort as he slammed into you. The sheets muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he allowed his animalistic urges to take over.

‘Breed. Breed. Breed,’ the beast in his mind said. Chris let out a low groan, almost like a growl as he pounded into you. Leaning over your back, he slammed his hips into you, burying his cock deep inside your walls before he started to roll his hips, earning a deep moan from you.

“Once I’m done with you,” he panted. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay here and I’m going to fuck you raw every night. Pump you full of cum and breed you. Fill you with so much cum it’ll have to take. Fuck you until I get you pregnant and then you’ll be mine.”

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock. You felt his hand in your hair, fingers curling into a fist before he pulled back, lifting your face from the sheets and allowing your moans to fill the room. “You want that, baby? You want daddy to turn you into his little breeding bitch?”

“Oh fuck, daddy yes!” you whimpered. “Please fill me!” Chris growled, letting go of your hair and moving his hand to your shoulder, pinning your chest down. You turned your head to the side, each thrust drawing a whimper from you.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you baby girl, cum inside you until it spills out and then I’ll just push it all back in,” he grunted. “Don’t want to waste a single drop.” Your hand moved to grab the wrist of his hand that was pressed against the mattress near your head.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “You’re mine. All mine and no one else’s.” You lifted your head, managing to turn and make eye contact with him. “I’ve always been yours, daddy,” you breathed. Chris growled, pressing his chest against your back and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock as he rammed into you over and over. He lifted his head, lips close to your ear. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine, mine, mine!”

You pushed back to meet his thrusts and screamed as he slammed into you one last time, groaning into your ear as he came, releasing thick strands of hot cum into your cunt. You moaned as more and more cum spilled into your pussy. You had never known a man to have that much cum but then again, Chris wasn’t an ordinary man.

At the same time he was emptying his load into you, his cock started to swell inside, lodging itself in your walls. “Chris,” you whimpered. “What’s—” You heard him shush you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “It’s normal. It’s my body’s way of ensuring it takes.”

“Ensuring what takes?”

Chris chuckled, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Ensuring my cum gets you pregnant,” he answered. You let out an uneasy chuckle. “And if it doesn’t take?” you replied. Chris hummed and pressed several more kisses against your shoulder before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep trying then.”

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[perseephoneee]

for kinktober 2024. fandom: teen wolf. characters: scott and isaac. kink: threesome

kinktober day 2 (isaac lahey x f!reader x scott mccall)

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content warnings: threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving), degrading nicknames, p in v, unprotected sex, insinuation of sex pollen

a/n: i was so intimidated to write this so i listened to Mario kart music while doing so. because you know. nothing screams "sex!" like coconut mall

Your dirtiest fantasies had not prepared you for this. Beacon Hills always had something weird going on, and the Nemeton was to blame for that, but whatever had infected the boys this time was nasty. You had noticed Scott and Isaac acting weird while at school, so feeling dutiful, you decided to stop by and check in on them afterward. You had to wait until you finished your extracurriculars and came to the McCall household after the sun had set. Melissa's car wasn't in the driveway, so she was probably working the night shift again. Scott's motorcycle was here, so you assumed he was home. You knocked on the door but tried pushing it open after no response. Someone had left it unlocked as you nervously stepped into the house.

"Scott?" Isaac?" you called out, dropping your bag by the front and walking in further. Goosebumps prickled on your skin as you ascended the stairs, investigating further. There were no lights in the hallway, and you were questioning if you imagined the motorcycle in the driveway. Suddenly, you were pushed against the wall, letting out a yelp as a hand wrapped around your throat.

Isaac looked down at you, eyes rimmed in gold but no claws as he held you there. You gulped, and he smirked as you looked at him fearfully. Looking for someone, princess?"

Something was wrong, that much you could see. It was almost like he was trapped in a half-wolf state, and you were the stupid rabbit that had run into the foxhole. Isaac cupped your neck, tilting your head back with a growl. "Answer me."

"W-wanted to make sure you and Scott were okay," you stammered. Isaac's other hand traced circles on your hip, making you hyper-aware of everything happening around you. Your ears pricked at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

"That's cute. She came to take care of us," Scott said, the same glazed look in his eyes as Isaac's, this time rimmed in red. Your heart picked up as he stalked closer. He heard the change in your breathing and grinned. "Don't be scared, it's just us."

You were slightly scared because these were not the often awkward but kind boys you knew. These werewolves looking at you like their next prey. The masochistic part of you was slightly aroused by it.

Isaac pulled you from the wall, spinning around so you were facing Scott as he stood right behind you. You could feel his erection pressing into your back as he brushed the hair away from your neck, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Pretty thing, isn't she?" he murmured, kissing behind your ear. You would probably collapse from cardiac arrest if he wasn't holding you. Scott stepped closer, and you couldn't help but stare into the red glow of his eyes.

"What do you think? Gonna take care of us?" Scott cooed. The curious part of you nodded, all common sense flying out the door. Scott smirked, leaning down and kissing you. The intensity was shocking, and you couldn't help but almost stumble into him as your hands found his biceps. He just pulled you closer, nearly growling into your mouth before pulling away. Scott started pulling you towards the closest bedroom, Isaac following behind like a dominating presence. You felt heat rise in your cheeks at the sound of the door clicking close.

"You gonna undress for us, or should we rip the clothes from your body?" Isaac hummed, playing with the hem of your shirt. You hesitantly started taking off your body, then removing your jeans, until you were left in your undergarments. The room was mostly dark, with only a single lamp in the corner casting shadows. Still, you couldn't help but be aware of how they admired you. Scott sat on the bed, watching in amusement as Isaac circled you. Isaac pulled you closer to him, fingers brushing over the edge of your bra. "Such a pretty slut, all for us?" he purred, and you felt your stomach tighten.

"Yes," you responded, voice small. Isaac kissed you, gentler than Scott but still firm. His hands unclasped your bra as he pushed you towards the bed. You fell onto it with a slight bounce, wanting to cover your chest but unable to as Scott grabbed your arms. He had undressed and now was leaning over to kiss and suck your breasts before you could utter anything else. You let out slight gasps, feeling overwhelmed and not even noticing Isaac removing his shirt and sliding to the floor. He pulled off your panties, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed as he kissed up your inner thighs. He bit down hard on your soft flesh, causing you to let out a yelp, which Scott swallowed down with his lips. Your senses were on fire, feeling overwhelmed by their bodies close to yours. Scott slipped his tongue in your mouth right as Isaac licked from your entrance to your bud. You let out a shuddering breath and fell back against the bed, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Let's put that mouth to work," Scott hummed, sitting up above you with his briefs gone and cock pressed to his stomach. You gulped, unsure, but took him in your hands and tentatively licked the head. He let out a groan, wrapping your hair in his hands and holding your head steady as you took more of him in your mouth. You tried to remember to breathe through your nose, even as Isaac continued eating you out. Tears pricked your eyes as you took Scott as deep as possible before pulling back. He started fucking your mouth, holding you steady as his dick passed between your lips. You moaned around him as Isaac began to use his fingers, curling them just right. Scott and Isaac pulled away simultaneously, leaving you feeling discombobulated. You barely had a second to complain before you were being flipped over, ass in the air on your hands and knees. Scott cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip, which you took into your mouth, sucking gently. He growled, removing his hand and squeezing your face. "Greedy, aren't you?" Scott smiled, the red in his eyes almost getting brighter. "Don't worry, we'll fill you up real nicely."

"Love this pussy of yours, princess," Isaac cooed, running his fingers up and down your folds. Your core tightened in response, excitement building up for you. You turned your head to look at Isaac, naked and smirking above you as he kneaded the plush of your ass. You turned your head back and took Scott in your mouth again, breathing in and out deeply as you worked on taking in as much as you could. Scott held your head, panting in a way that only spurred you on. Just a moment later, Isaac pushed into you. You yelped around Scott's cock, earning a huff of laughter from Isaac as he started to pound into you. You knew your thighs would be red from where he was repetitively hitting you over and over. You almost gagged around Scott as Isaac caused you to go deeper and deeper.

"You're such a good little cock slut, fuck, you're so hot," Scott moaned, and you looked up at him through heavy lashes. Apparently, that was his undoing because he came in your mouth a second later. You swallowed it all down greedily, saliva coating your mouth as he pulled away and laid down on the bed. The glow was already dimming from his eyes, which you found interesting.

You couldn't help but moan as Isaac rolled his cock into you. He grabbed your arms, holding your wrists behind you and pushing down on the small of your back so you were arched up further. You cried out complete nonsense, your core desperate for release.

"Gonna cum on my cock, princess? You can do it; I know you can," Isaac murmured, reaching his other hand to rub against your clit. You cried out his name as you came, your entire body clenching as he followed right behind you. He kept fucking into you as you both came down from your high, pushing his seed as deep as possible.

All three of you were panting as Isaac pulled out and fell down to the other side of the bed, pulling you with him. You let yourself fall asleep, wondering if it was all a dream.

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[arlos-warm-drpepper]

When I think Derek Hale I think insecurity. Unstable. Unhinged. Derek Hale.

I don’t think “got his shit together” at all!! So in this Ted talk I will explain why I prefer when authors write him as the insecure one, and Stiles as the secure one.

Derek Hale was 19. Truly he was a kid in charge of a bunch of slightly younger kids. A kid who hadn’t had any responsible adult in his life since he was 15 (16?) y/o. I do not know how you can look at this kid and think “oh yeah he’s got his shit together”

The guy who went around biting teenagers the second he became an alpha with NO hesitation. As if that was a totally rational and responsible decision to make. The guy who fell for any woman who gave him the slightest attention. Even if they were evilness.

Because ultimately Derek just wanted someone. A pack. A family. Whether that was in the form of a bunch of teenage werewolves (teen wolfs full name hurhur) or an evil girlfriend. He just needed SOMEONE. Because he was lonely. He was lonely and insecure and probably felt like everything he touched went wrong. Because it did!!! And he probably hated himself for that. Probably blamed himself for everything. For Paige (even though that was peters fault), for Kate (Kates fault. Grown ass woman), for Boyd and Erica (NOT DEREKS FAULT!!!), for everything. Hell, probably even for Laura. And it doesn’t help that Scott and Stiles ALSO blamed him for Laura at first.

Stiles on the other hand, he was pretty secure. Sure, at first he was a little insecure when Scott had just became a werewolf and he felt a little less-than. But he got over that quickly. Over it enough that he rejected Peters offer for the bite. He was hard headed, stubborn, and smart. And he knew he was smart. He knew what he had, his skills. He trusted his instincts ten times out’ve ten. He was secure with himself. He knew when something was off, and he was persistent in trying to get everyone else to listen to him. Because if everyone just listened to him, they would be fine. Because ten times out’ve ten, he was RIGHT!!! And he knew it!!! And he was secure enough with himself to go after the most popular girl in school, despite her having a boyfriend (which I NEVER even questioned the morals of, because he didn’t. Because he seemed so sure in that decision. Because he was SECURE in himself!!!)

Derek Hale might have been aware that he was beautiful on the outside, but that doesn’t mean he was secure within himself. That man is filled to the brim with guilt. Guilt over things that aren’t even his fault. There’s no way he doesn’t absolutely hate himself.

Stiles might have guilt over void, but he knows that wasn’t him. That he tried everything to stop void. He knows he isn’t a killer, and that everything he’s done has been for the greater good. He is secure in every decision he makes. And I know that because that’s practically what he told Scott. Some people are human, some people have to get their hands a little dirty sometimes. He knows that. He is secure in that thought process.

Stiles Stilinski is secure, hard headed, persistent. Derek Hale is insecure, unstable, and uncertain. These are facts. So why are you all writing it the opposite???? I don’t want it the opposite. I want Derek to be pathetic and wet. I want Stiles to be fucking confident, assured, SOLID. Because that’s what Derek needs. He needs someone solid, because he hasn’t had that since he was 15. He deserves that.

[insomniadreamzz]

In love with the Wolf

Alpha!Jinx x Fem!Reader

This fic takes place in Omegaverse AU. Mentions of smut, blood, werewolves, violence, angst

This fic is also taking place in another world but with Arcane characters. A Fanfiction written by me. I don’t own any of the characters. Using (Y/N) in this fic as well for Reader.

Enjoy!

Part1

Part2 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/772189728598523904/in-love-with-the-wolf

Prolouge

Jinx and Vi were both Alpha‘s and sisters. Their relationship wasn’t the best after their father died in an accident. Vi blaming Jinx for it, like she blamed her every time something went wrong. Since that accident both of them parted ways, Vi meeting a beautiful woman, a Omega called Caitlyn. Caitlyn grew up in well known pack, a family with a lot of money, living the fancy life together with Vi in a beautiful place, a mansion. Meanwhile Jinx stayed at their lifestyle they had before. Nothing looked pompous, she had a simple home, a little hideout where she spent her time resting after going hunting or just causing trouble in town. She was known for being a criminal who stole stuff from other werewolves that had a more fancier life or even going in the human town and causing trouble there.

Their father Vander always told them not to get close to the human town. It’s dangerous. Humans and Werewolves had their problems with each other obviously. War between humans and werewolves was always a thing but at that time things got quiet between them. The leader of the whole werewolf nation made a deal with the human one. A deal no one really knew exactly about but it was important for every nation that they stopped fighting and living their own life even tho there were a little outsiders who still caused trouble. Criminals like Jinx. How long will the armistice hold on until everything goes back to chaos again? Only time would tell.

———

„Is that really necessary?“ You asked as you looked at the mirror, your brother Victor helped you adjusting the tie of your new uniform.

„Of course it is. You’re an adult woman now and our government needs more people who take care of the well being of human existence. You have never been the girly girl ever since you were little. You wanted this don’t you remember? Protecting your home?“ He told you as he gave you a smile with a little hint of sadness in it. „I can’t do it because of my disability to walk but you can. Make your older brother proud.“ He mentioned and you smiled, nodding in response. Victor was right. He couldn’t do anything much but you could. Maybe it isn’t that bad and you could use what you will learn to protect your loved ones.

Even if there is no war at the moment there were still some outsiders who caused trouble on both sides, human and wolves. The city must be protected and you grew more proud with your new job, fighting for good all those years you grew stronger and smarter. At least you thought werewolves were bad and they had to be locked away as soon as they get into the human territory. It’s too dangerous letting those ‚animals‘ run free.

All those things got taught to you. All that hatred. But for what cost? Your brother disappeared and you were alone, living only for the well being of your hometown.

You didn’t know what happened to Victor. He just disappeared from one day to another. You made peace with your own mind, convincing yourself of thinking he won’t come back anymore so you will stop being disappointed every day he won’t stand in front of your door, telling you everything is fine.

„Make your older brother proud.“ That sentence from him creeped in your mind daily and you promised him you will make him proud.

You were walking along the streets, the whole morning was rather quiet, not much to do for you as you roamed along the usual are you were positioned on. You were about to take a break when you suddenly heard a loud bang, a building catching fire, your eyes widen as you saw the chaos only a few meters away from where you were standing. „Shit…“ You mumbled under your breath, running towards the building.

You saw a few people running into your direction, away from the fire, some of your coworkers who were located near your route were also on their way to where the explosion happened, helping injured people out of it.

You decided to get in, trying to find more possible injured people but you didn’t see anything, coughing as you inhaled the smoke of the fire which also made it hard for you to see anything. In the middle of the chaos you saw a figure sitting in the middle of the room you were standing. It was a female, giggling to herself insanely before she noticed your presence, pink glowing eyes looking straight into yours. Her grinning widely so you could see the tip of her fangs. She was one of them…

„What the hell are you doing!? Get outta here!“ You shout at her, not caring if she was one of the wolves. She was still a living being. Sometimes you thought you are too soft for this job but letting anyone die wasn’t one of your things to do. „Why? Don’t you love the chaos? I do like it. Because that’s all I can do right. Causing chaos and trouble.“ She answered and your eyes widened, realising she was responsible for that.

„Why???! Why did you do that? I mean-…fuck it!“ You grumbled, knowing it was pointless asking her that. When you heard the ceiling above you cracking, something snapped in your mind and you rushed to grab the other womans arm and dragging her out of here, she squirmed into your grip, clearly not wanting you to touch her but you didn’t care at this point. Just the moment you both got out, the building crushed together.

„Don’t fucking touch me!“ She growled, you having other plans though. „Are you kidding me? You are arrested.“ You said before a coworker joined you, his expression almost scared as he saw your grip on the other womans arm. „How…did you get her?“ He asked before taking the handcuffs, making sure to put them around her wrists, you both having a hard time to make her stay still but you somehow managed it together.

„What? Why are you so shocked? Isn’t that my job?“ You asked him and his answer kind of surprised you. „That’s Jinx. You have never heard of her? She is well known for doing crimes. You will get a huge price for catching her!“

Your eyes widen in surprise. That woman was Jinx? She didn’t even try to fight you but why? Why was she so easy to get? Something is definitely off here. Jinx didn’t even look at you both, she looked to the ground, looking at absolutely nothing. She looked empty and sad. She did give up so quickly it made you wonder why or was it a trick?

Ever since that day you couldn’t stop thinking about Jinx. You wondered why she didn’t try to escape from you, she could easily turn into her wolf form and escape also the colour of her eyes…that pink colour. Usually werewolves had golden eyes, why were hers so…unique? You wanted to know more about her.

It was your free day but you still made your way to the cells, the urge to see Jinx again and getting to know more about her was just too intense. You knew she probably wouldn’t want to talk but at least you could try. Maybe you could also understand how that species is thinking and if they really are this bad. You always believed in the good in people and you wanted to give it a try.

When you stood in front of her cell you saw her being all curled up in the corner, her long blue hair hanging over her face you could barely see her. The walls of the cell were covered in scratch marks, telling you she probably freaked out in there. You didn’t even habe to say anything, she could sense your presence, her head slowly lifting to look at you, thise eyes already made you feel lost in them. Her gaze was tired, she was tired. Probably from crying, her dark makeup all smudged, cheeks stained with dried tears. „What do you want? Judging me?“ She grumbled but you didn’t answer yet. You crouched down to be the same level as her, showing her you don’t wanna do anything bad. „I want to understand you.“ You finally spoke with a soft voice, making her grunt in return. „No one understands me.“ She said, both of you staying silent for a while before she finally decided to say something.

„I lost everyone. My father is dead because of me fucking up…my sister blaming me for everything that ever went wrong and left me for a fancy bitch that hates me, everyone hates me. What’s the point of trying to keep a living? Nothing. I have no one.“ Her sudden openness was surprising but you understood the part of having no one. „You know…I have no one as well…my brother…he is gone. I don’t know if he is even alive anymore. Our parents died when we were younger.“ You mentioned, looking at Jinx who hugged herself as her nails digged into her upper arms, making her bleed. „You don’t understand half of what I am feeling.“ She continued pushing you away with her words but you stayed stubborn. „So all of this chaos because you have no one?“ You dared to ask and she snorted, snapping her head up as she looked at you, her eyes filled with rage but also with pain. „I wanted to show them all! I wanted to show what I can do! But…I always end up fucking up so I accepted that this is all I can do. I can’t do anything good.“ She snarled before getting up, walking towards you as she grabbed the metal rods of the cell. „What do you even know? You’re just a human.“

„Maybe I am just a human.“ You said before standing up as well, looking directly into her eyes. „You decided to cause trouble here. That’s not your home, that’s just not right. Of course we have to do something about it don’t we?“

„A human killed my father! My fault or not he died by a humans hands! I hate you! I hate what you are!“ She kept on yelling at you, her rage radiating a lot of power but you stayed calm. „You would have been arrested in your own home as well by doing that crime. You can’t blame every human for what they have done to your family. I do believe that if we would work together instead of wanting to erase each other we will have a much more peaceful life.“ You explained, her expression still angry but surprisingly she listened to you. „Jinx. You can do better than that I know it. I don’t care what you are. You are unique. Please remember my words okay? Think about it.“ You said before turning to leave, hoping Jinx will really think about what you told her. Maybe you had a chance to get her convinced to use her intelligence and powers for good. Just maybe.

To be continued

I hope you enjoyed the first part!! It’s more of an introduction but dw part 2 will come soon! Let me know if you like this story and wanna see more. I have a lot for you incoming. ❤️

[andreafmn]

Requite | Chapter 4

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: When everything seems to fall into place in Forks, Washington, a string of mysterious deaths call the attention of both vampires and werewolves in town. As the redheaded vampire returns with her mind set on revenge, (Y/N) and Bella Swan find themselves in the center of danger once again. With secrets still lingering between them about their past best friend, they will find themselves stuck in a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and the hardest choices they’ll have to make. But one thing is certain: no one will go a day without a taste for vengeance. 

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School was an odd place to be with the Cullens back in town. Everyone could see and feel the distance that had grown between the oldest Swan daughter and the two Cullen children who had still not graduated. It didn't take a genius to see how hard Alice and Edward were trying to get close to Bella, but she would always shut them down.  

It was clear they believed the girl's distance was (Y/N)'s fault. Whenever the sisters walked down the halls together, the Cullens would send questioning stares her way, but she couldn't tell if they were filled with disdain or genuine curiosity. What she was sure of was that they knew she was the greatest obstacle standing between them and Bella.  

But if Bella blamed her sister for the space between her and the Cullens, she didn't say anything. Instead, she seemed to relish it. She seemed lighter than ever, catching up to (Y/ N)to head to the cafeteria, wearing a smile the younger Swan had missed witnessing.  

Truthfully, there was a certain weightlessness running around campus from the senior class. With graduation just around the corner, school was the last bit of their worries. Maybe there were still finals to worry about, but they didn't quite care, and it showed. Their biggest concern seemed to be who to invite to the graduation. 

“Hi, guys,” Angela smiled as the sisters reached their usual lunch table. “Bella, have you sent out your graduation announcements?”  

“Well, I don't really have anyone to give them to,” the girl shrugged. “Dad is gonna be there, and mom knows when graduation is. That's really it.”  

Unconsciously, Bella started picking the mushrooms out of her veggie pizza as she spoke, placing them on (Y/N)'s tray. Something she had done since they were little. Where the older Swan was picky with her food, her sister didn't mind taking the discards. But the smile that spread on the younger Swan's face was not because she was glad to receive mushrooms. Instead, she was happy her sister was doing things they had lost in the year of separation and the time Bella was stuck in her own mind.  

“What about you, Angela?” (Y/N) asked as Bella took her first bite, sending her sister a weird look over her smile, her actions seemingly going unnoticed by herself. “Have you finished yours?” 

“Oh, I wish,” she groaned. “My mom wants me to hand-address every single one to her thousands of cousins. I will most likely get carpal tunnel from it, and I can't keep putting it off for any longer.” 

“We can help,” Bella offered, “if you don't mind my handwriting. (Y/N)'s is better.”  

“That is true,” the younger girl chuckled. “Thankfully, the unreadable handwriting gene skipped me.”  

“That's great!” Angela exclaimed. “I can come over to yours and...”  

“Actually, can we do it at your house? I've finally been let free from my sentence. I'd do anything to go out.”  

“I thought you were grounded forever.”  

“Thought so too,” Bella grinned. “And I'm not giving dad any chance to go back on his decision.” 

“We have to celebrate this!”   

“You have no idea how good that sounds,” she chuckled. “And I have an idea.” 

While Bella explained her and her sister’s plans to go shopping for a dress that weekend and spoke of the possible celebration of the rebellious Swan's freedom, (Y/N) noticed Alice and Edward at the corner table of the cafeteria. Even with the rest of their siblings gone, their table remained just for them, as though a force field kept others far away. However, the girl was sure they wanted nothing more than to attract a particular person.  

As though he could hear what she was thinking—even if Bella had assured her he could not—Edward's eyes snapped to (Y/N)'s. There was a sadness behind the amber of his pupils that she knew far too well. It was loss. It was grief. It was... yearning. Clearly, being forced to keep a distance from Bella was unbearable. For a creature who did not sleep, every waking moment was filled with the girl who had told him no when everyone was expecting her to say yes.  

(Y/N)'s eyes were suddenly broken from Edward's gaze when she noticed Alice going into a trance. From what her sister had told her, that meant she was getting one of her visions. And from the petrified look on Edward's face, it could not be good.  

Once Angela turned to pay attention to something Jessica was saying beside her, (Y/N) elbowed her sister softly, directing her gaze toward the Cullen siblings. “She’s seeing something,” she whispered. “It’s bad. I mean, it looks bad.” 

“Yeah, it looks like something’s wrong,” Bella muttered before turning back to the meal in front of her, her eyebrow furrowed with worry. 

“Why don't you ask them what she saw?” (Y/N) questioned, noticing the concern her sister was swallowing. “I can tell you want to.”  

“That would defeat the purpose of keeping distance from them,” she sighed. “It could just be something about their family.”  

But (Y/N) couldn't help the nagging feeling that there was something more to whatever Alice was witnessing. “Victoria is still out there,” the younger girl said. It didn't go over her head the way Edward's eyes fell on them at the sound of the vampire's name, nor that the last piece of pizza Bella held stumbled out of her hand. “If there’s anyone who could see if she’ll come back, it’s her, right?”   

“I-I guess,” Bella stammered. “I’ll ask him after school about it.”   

“You won’t have to do it alone, Bells,” (Y/N) smiled, squeezing her sister’s hand comfortingly. “I'm always on your side.”  

“Thanks, (Y/N). I'm glad you're here.”  

“Where else would I be?” she grinned. “Florida?”    

The next couple of hours felt endless before the sisters found each other after their last classes of the day. It was hard not to allow their minds to imagine what worst-case scenarios could have popped up in Alice's mind.  

(Y/N) knew the red-headed vampire was still lurking in the shadows, lying in wait for the perfect time to strike. Bella had been her main focus for the past year, but after the woman's encounter with the younger Swan, it wasn't hard to deduce that both sisters had become the target for Victoria's revenge. They had escaped her clutches, and she didn't seem like the type to let a grudge go.  

As though they were waiting for them, Alice and Edward were standing by the boy's Volvo, their eyes fixed on the sisters’ every move. Their gaze followed them until they stood face to face, a sad smile spreading across their mouths as they reached them.  

“Bella,” Edward was the first to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “How are you?”  

“I'm good,” she smiled awkwardly. “How're you guys?”  

“Could be better,” Alice responded, her eyes pleading. “We miss you, Bella.”  

“I... uh, I...”  

“We wanted to know what you saw at lunch, Alice,” (Y/N) interjected. “It looked bad. Is it... is it about Victoria?”  

Alice looked at her brother, trying to find the right answer in his silence. “I saw Jasper, my partner,” she answered. “I keep seeing him going back southwest... back to his f-former family. It's got me a bit worried, even though he says he has no inclination to go back.” 

“Are you sure?” Bella pushed. “Victoria is still out there, and she already got to (Y/N). I don't want her to get close again.”  

“I promise you are both safe, Bella,” Edward said. “I won't let anything happen to you.”  

“Thanks, I guess,” she whispered the last part. “I'll see you guys around, then.”   

Before anyone could say anything else, Bella pulled her sister toward her truck. Being around the Cullens was mind-whirling. Their very presence blurred her sight and jumbled her thoughts, pulling her in with a supernatural magnetism she still didn't know how to overpower. The more distance she put between herself and the siblings, the easier it became for her to breathe again. And as much as she wanted to turn back and be with them, she continued on until both Swans were safely inside the cabin of her truck.  

The older Swan took a steadying breath as her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, ignoring the urge to look back at the siblings she knew were still staring at her.  

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) asked, breaking Bella out of her trance and reminding her she wasn't alone. “You look paler than usual.”  

“Y-yeah, I'm okay,” she smiled.  

“You look pretty shaken up, Bells. Maybe talking to them wasn't a good idea.”  

“N-no, we had to know,” the older girl said, finally mustering up the strength to pull the truck out of the parking lot. “It's just their nature. They draw you in—their eyes, their voice, their scent. You can't help but be drawn by them.”  

“I don't see it,” (Y/N) shrugged. “Apart from their perfect skin and yellow eyes, there's not really much to them.”  

“Don't let Jessica hear you,” Bella chuckled. “She was absolutely obsessed with them and was quite angry Edward wasn't interested in anyone.”  

“Still don't see it,” she said. “I prefer my men a bit more warm-blooded.”  

“You're not funny.”  

“I think I am.”    

(Y/N) was cooking dinner while Bella read Wuthering Heights out loud when Charlie arrived home. It was the sight of a normal enough family. A single father with his two daughters, no relation to anything or anyone supernatural. They were all just almost normal.  

“That was really good, (Y/N),” Charlie said as he finished his dinner. “What was it? I mean, it looks like chicken, but it's not quite that.” 

“Uh, it's breaded cauliflower,” she said, trying her best to swallow the laughter that threatened to spill as Bella snickered quietly. “It's supposed to resemble a chicken parm, hence the sauce and the cheese.”  

“(Y/N), that's an abomination.”  

“You just said it was good, dad,” Bella argued with a grin. “And it's better for your health. You need to start eating more vegetables.” 

“I can settle for a salad or two, but you cannot take away my meat.”  

“I was trying something,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I won't take away the meats, but it's easier than making something separate for Bella. And, again, you need to eat more vegetables, dad.” 

“You know it's my job to worry about you guys, right?” Charlie argued. “Not the other way around.”  

“Old habits die hard, dad,” Bella shrugged with a smile. “At least you'll only have to worry about my diet for a few more months. After that, I'll be in college.”  

A choking silence fell on the family as realization dawned upon them. Time had seemed to slip out of their fingers, and somehow the future had made its way into the Swan home. In a few months' time, the house would be missing an integral part once more. After such a long time, they had started to resemble a real unit, but it wouldn't last for long in more ways than one.  

(Y/N) knew that Bella going away would only bring her closer to the inevitable, and no amount of time would ever be enough for her to get used to the idea of losing her sister forever. Much less to the knowledge that her sister would live forever. There would soon come a day when the face she saw was the Bella she would see until the day she died. And it was a face that would forever be etched into their father's brain when he was told his daughter had died.  

“Right,” Charlie said as he cleared his throat, breaking the unbearable tension in the room. “And, uh, have you decided what school you're gonna go to?”   

“I'm still toying with a few options,” the girl muttered as she pushed the last bits of her dinner around on her plate. “But I'm really liking the University of Alaska.”  

“If it's about the money, Bells, I already told you...”  

“It's not,” she dismissed, feeling the nerves closing her throat. “Enough about school, though. How was your day?”  

As Charlie talked about the unbelievably slow day at work and the various games of cards he played with his coworker Mark, (Y/N) couldn't stop thinking of what awaited her and her sister's future. Truthfully, she had never given it much thought. Growing old was a part of life the younger girl didn't think she wouldn't go through with Bella. They were only a few years apart, and she never thought she'd have to go through the pain of losing her for more than a couple of years after her passing. Now, the girl knew she'd have to mourn a girl who would continue living after she was gone.  

The conversation soon turned into their weekend plans and an invitation to go to Billy's house for a playoff party, and all (Y/N) wanted was to head in for the night. Her thoughts had overwhelmed her, and she didn't know how long she would go without crying by staying around her sister and her father.  

After helping to clear the dishes, she excused herself for the night, claiming to be sporting a headache she wanted to sleep away. Charlie didn't question anything, but rather kissed her temple and wished her a good night. But Bella could see the sadness behind the girl's eyes. It wasn't a headache that was tormenting her sister, but it was clear that she did not want to talk about it. If there was anything she could give her, it was space.  

Upstairs, (Y/N) could feel tears burning the back of her eyes. She felt stupid for being so affected by something that wouldn't happen, hopefully, in months, possibly years. But every day that passed, the closer they got to the fulfillment of it all. Bella would one day have to become a vampire, and (Y/N) would grow old without her.  

“Woah, what's wrong, pretty girl?” Paul whispered once she was inside her bedroom, crossing the distance from the window to her. “Why are you crying?” 

(Y/N) instantly melted into his embrace, breathing in the warm smells of the forest on his skin. “It's nothing important,” she sighed. “I'm just being stupid.”  

“If it makes you cry, it's not stupid,” he whispered into her hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”  

The girl shook her head, knowing the information would put her sister under a microscope, and the last thing she wanted was to cause another rift in the small town. “Really, it's nothing,” (Y/N) said as she pulled him to the bed. “I'm just tired.”  

“I can go home. Let you sleep.” 

“I don't want you to go. You already came all this way.”  

“You say that like it's hard,” he chuckled. “I'd go anywhere for you.”  

(Y/N) couldn't help the smile that stretched across her mouth as they settled into the bed. It wasn't the first time he'd said something like that, but she smiled because she knew he meant it. And maybe a part of her would always wonder how much of his sentiments were because of the imprint bond, but at that moment, she didn't care. Paul cared about her, and that was enough.  

She rested her head on the boy's chest, being softly lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and the gentle shapes he drew on her back. Since they had finally given in to their feelings and gotten together, (Y/N) noticed the calmness that overtook her just by being with him. It also helped that there was nothing or no one to be angry at during that moment.  

“Your sister just went down,” Paul muttered quietly after almost an hour of comfortable silence. His eyes had been closed for the better part of the time, but never fully succumbed to sleep. “And your dad is snoring on the couch. I think he's watching last year's NBA highlights.”  

“Well, the playoffs are coming up,” the girl chuckled, her voice heavy with sluggishness. “He's gotta freshen up on his talking points for Billy's party, even when he's asleep.”  

“You going to that this weekend?”  

“I think so,” she said. “I don't see why I wouldn't.”  

“Well...”  

“I'm not worried about Jake. I mean, other than the fact that he's barely at home, my dad's gonna be there. He won't try anything with him there,” she shrugged before looking up at him. “Are you worried?”  

“Not about him exactly. Just...” Paul took a steadying breath, pressing his free hand against his temple. “It's nothing. I'd rather talk about anything else.”  

“What is it, Paul?”  

“Nothing for you to worry about, okay?” He smiled warmly before pressing a kiss to her head. “It's just dumb stuff.”  

“Paul.”  

“Everything's fine,” he chuckled in an effort to undermine whatever was happening. “You have enough to worry about. Like talking to your sister.”  

“Way to turn things on me, huh?” (Y/N) chuckled. “I'm actually feeling a bit better about that. I talked to Billy and my dad about it...”  

“You went to his house?” Paul exclaimed, trying his best to keep quiet. 

“It's Billy's house, and I went to talk to him. That's all.” She knew keeping the fact that she had briefly encountered Jacob was the right move. The last thing she wanted was for him to grow angry at something she had resolved. “There was no Jake. So, you can put the paws away.”  

“I still don't like that you went there by yourself,” the boy huffed. “Anything could've happened.” 

“But it didn't, and I'm okay,” (Y/N) said, placing a hand on his chest to calm him. “And Billy's family. I'm not gonna stop seeing him just because his son sucks.”  

Paul let out an annoyed huff, trying his best to keep his emotions in check. He could feel the slight tremble of anger rumbling under his skin, the wolf inside him yelling to break free. Had they been anywhere else, he was sure he would have exploded. “You should've told me you were heading there,” he grumbled. “I can't protect you if I don't know where you are.” 

“You can't be with me every second of the day, Paul. Things are gonna happen no matter how hard you try to avoid them.” (Y/N) could see he wanted to argue more. But the longer the conversation went, the more probable a shift was to happen. “I don't want to fight about this, okay? Can you just be happy that I'm ready to talk about things with Bella? That's what this was all about.”  

“Fine,” he sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around her. “I am glad you're finally telling Bella how big of an ass Jacob is. And I hope your dad arrests him.”  

“Right, because the best thing you can do is put a wolf in jail. That's one way to reveal the tribe's secret to the world.”  

“So, what did you tell your dad?”  

“Basically what really happened,” she said. “Except the whole vampire and werewolf of it all. He thinks Jake saw me fall in the forest and left me there. Not that a bloodthirsty vampire was hot on my trail. He also knows you saved me—wants to thank you for that.”  

“I'll take what I can get,” he grinned. “The Swan boyfriends have not had good contenders until now.”  

“We sure know how to pick them. It took literal universe intervention to get you here.”  

Paul placed a hand under (Y/N)'s chin as she stretched her neck to kiss his lips, a smile pulling at the corners of their mouths. “It was bound to happen one way or another,” he said. “I would have found you anywhere.”  

“Even down in Florida?” she teased with a chuckle.  

“I would have saved you from Florida.” 

“Good,” the girl said. “My hair would have never been able to take the tropical humidity.”  

There were things they had to talk about, topics they were avoiding for the sake of maintaining the peace in their relationship. But keeping them at bay with mindless mutterings of possibilities would only work for so long. Someday, somehow, everything they were scared of saying out loud would erupt to the surface and crack the unsteady foundation they were creating. But, for the moment, it worked.  

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Bang Chan: The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Four)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, fluff for once wow!!!, angst to balance it out :), mentions of death and murder but nobody actually dies, [dialogue in bold is meant to be korean]

Word count: 3,664

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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“Can you stop instigating with him? He’s never gonna let go of this grudge against you.”

“I never said I wanted him to like me, Christopher.”

“Good, ‘cause it won’t happen,” Minho stated, side-eyeing you from across the room.

While you didn’t know what he said, Minho knew everything the two of you were saying. He would never let you know that, though – except for the one time he told you that him and Seungmin were taking you captive, but he just wanted to make sure he really got his point across. And he also refused to converse with you in the only language you knew, so he’d just make you suffer by never knowing what he was saying to you.

You looked over at him and stuck your tongue out at him, so he flipped you off.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about!” Chan exclaimed.

“Maybe you should imprint on someone who wasn’t training to kill you,” you suggested, tilting your head back over the back of the couch to look at the man standing behind you with a frown. “And don’t give me that look, it’s your own fault.”

It took two days for the pack to manage to coax you out of Chan and Felix’s bedroom and start living like a sort-of-normal person. You were still wary of the pack, but you were mostly just still pissed at the pair who had declared you a hostage, so you eventually took Chan’s breakfast invitation to go downstairs and be face-to-face with the werewolves in hopes of annoying the absolute hell of out them – if they were going to force you to stay with them, you were going to make it their problem. However, since you didn’t have any physical weapons to use, you used any wit you had left in you after slowly going insane over the last few days.

Most of them didn’t bother you except for Seungmin, who seemed to go out of his way all morning to piss you off. Minho was the only one who seemed to ignore you altogether, but you didn’t really think anything of it – even though he attacked you. Twice.

Chan was always around you, though. Surprisingly, you liked it, which sort of made you feel a bit worse considering the circumstances, but you tried not to think about that too much. Without him, you’d probably be a little intimidated by the pack, so you opted to just stay beside him. It clearly pleased him, and it made you feel a hell of a lot safer. You still kind of disliked him, though. Admittedly, you didn’t hate him, but you were afraid of the feeling you got because of him and what would happen if you were to get caught in the situation you were in.

You were afraid of a lot of your feelings, but you were trying to not think about it too much since you were stuck in the current situation thanks to Minho and Seungmin. Since there wasn’t much you could do about it, why worry about it?

“Can you just tell your mate to shut up?” Minho asked the older wolf, which was something he suggested at least three other times that day.

“No,” Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, “but even if I did, she wouldn’t listen.”

Don’t get it wrong, most of the pack was being nice to you, but it was hard getting close with a pack of wolves when you knew you weren’t supposed to and you knew the consequences if you did. Still, you were trying to make the best of a very shitty situation.

“Learn to stand up to her, then,” Minho told him. “Be a man.”

“Yeah, Christopher,” Hyunjin giggled from where he was playing cards on the floor with Felix, “be a man.”

This time, it was Chan’s turn to stick his tongue out, aiming it at his pack. You just laughed harder, lifting your head to give Minho a shit-eating grin since Chan was apparently on your side now. You got up on your knees and rested your arms against the back of the couch to face him. He placed a hand on either side of your arms and raised his eyebrows like he expected you to say something profound.

Then again, in his head, everything you said was profound.

“I hate when you look at her like that,” Minho frowned, looking at the two of you since he had nothing else to look at.

Chan looked around you at the grumpy wolf in the armchair, “You mean...how I always look at her?”

“Yes.”

Chan’s eyes flickered back to you, his lips in a tight line that brought out his dimples, “Guess I have to stop looking at you, _____. Minho doesn’t like when I do.”

“If you have a melon baller, it makes for quick and easy eye-gouging,” you noted deadpan.

You heard Felix make a noise of disgust from the corner.

“Ew,” Hyunjin frowned, though you couldn’t see the repulsed look he was giving you. “Why do you know that?”

Chan looked at you like you were crazy, but still had that adoration for you in his golden eyes as he always did, “_____, are you with me or against me?”

You hummed softly as you thought before deciding, “I feel like I can play both sides.”

The smile on his face made your heart melt, but you hoped it didn’t show. You still weren’t completely comfortable showing your feelings toward Chan, but thankfully, you mastered the poker face long ago.

Deep down, though, he knew how you felt. He knew you felt the pull, but you had also admitted to him the previous night that you didn’t want him to know you were leaving. You said you thought it was best if you just left and that was that. A clean break was easiest for both of you. So he knew you at least cared about his feelings.

You were both torn from the moment when fabric landed on your head. Chan had noticed Seungmin enter the room from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t think much of it since you were so close to him and it was all he found himself able to focus on. But Seungmin had tossed some sort of knitted sweater on your head, covering your eyes. You pulled it off of your head to examine the soft, pale yellow material.

You turned your head to see him already leaving the den, “What’s this for?”

“Now we’re even,” he called back, already around the corner of the doorway so you couldn’t see him anymore.

“A sweater doesn’t make up for tackling me, but okay,” you muttered as you picked up the sweater by the shoulders and held it out to look at it. It looked big and warm, which was good since Chan’s room could get a little chilly at night.

Chan poked his head around the sweater, grinning from ear to ear, “Aw, Seungminnie likes you!”

You looked at him like he was crazy, “Does he?”

“He wouldn’t have gotten you anything to apologize if he didn’t,” he explained. “He must feel really bad, actually.”

“At least somebody does,” you whipped your head around to look pointedly at Minho, but he was gone now. 

You figured he must’ve left before Seungmin showed up.

As you turned back toward Chan to fold the sweater, you admitted, “Actually, it’s really nice he got me a sweater. Your room is freezing at night.”

“You know, _____,” Hyunjin spoke up with a smirk as Felix started giggling, “Channie is pretty warm.”

Seungmin sighed as he walked back into the living room with a sandwich in his hand, “We’re all warm, dumbass.”

You frowned a bit. You had considered asking Chan to stay with you, but that would’ve made everything a thousand times worse for you, “I know, but...I like privacy.”

“And you can have all the privacy you need,” Chan promised, tossing a glare in the direction of the pack members giving him a hard time.

Minho appeared in the entryway of the den with an apron tied around his torso, “Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, unless you two morons want to sit there and feed into Chan’s fantasies a little longer. Chan, make sure _____ isn’t late. You know how we get.”

-

The commotion of dinner was exactly what you expected it to be while dining with eight werewolves, and it was something everyone was used to except you. Chan did make sure that you got enough food, which you appreciated. However, you did end up sharing your food with him when you noticed he still seemed hungry. You didn’t know if it was the weird draw to him that fate made you feel or if it was your own accord but either way, you cared and didn’t want him to go to bed still hungry.

Chan made sure you got ready for bed after dinner. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was trying to be your mate or your dad but you weren’t entirely complaining because it was nice to have someone take care of you. Back home, you were pretty much on your own ever since your mom died. It was nice feeling cared for again.

“Do you need anything?” he asked from your doorway as he did every night.

“No, I’m good.”

He nodded and flicked off the light, “Goodnight, _____.”

“Goodnight, Chan.”

Chan went to the living room and laid on the couch like he did every night, listening for your breathing to even out so he could fall asleep himself.

-

A few hours later, you sat up with a gasp. Sweat beaded your forehead, and your hands gripped the blankets around you like they were the only thing keeping you grounded after the nightmare you had. Nightmares had become typical for you the last few days, but it didn’t mean they were any less scary. If they weren’t about your dad yelling at you or your family finding out you were a werewolf’s mate and hunting you down to kill you and the entire pack, it was of the day your mother died. It was like the guilt was trying to bombard you every waking moment and every non-waking one.

But this nightmare seemed real when you saw a silhouette standing in your room. You let out a shriek and, since you didn’t have any weapons on you, hid under the blankets instead. Your door flew open, banging against the wall as someone rushed in, and you assumed it was Chan.

“_____?!” his voice panicked, and a growl grew in his chest when he saw someone in your room. However, it changed to confusion when he spoke again. “Eunjin?”

You pulled the covers down just enough to see the faint moonlight hit the face of a girl you’d never seen before. She had wavy blonde hair, and her skin was pale like porcelain. Her blue eyes were staring off somewhere far away – somewhere that wasn’t physically in front of her.

“What the hell is going on?!” Minho demanded, coming into the room with the rest of the pack behind him. “...Eunjin?”

“Shh,” Chan was quick to hold a finger up to his pack, “don’t wake her up.”

Eunjin stayed frozen in the center of your room, not blinking or moving. You weren’t sure if she was even breathing at this point. Chan slowly moved around her to the open window, the curtains blowing gently in the wind. He poked his head out and looked around before softly calling, “Seungkwan?”

Minho began cowering back, his hands starting to move up toward his ears, “Is she gonna start screaming…?”

Suddenly, all the wolves were clamping their hands down on their ears just to be safe.

“W-why is she here?” Jeongin stammered, eyeing the girl warily.

Chan backed up as he pulled someone in through your window. A man crawled in and let out a sigh as he answered, “I wish I knew. That was a far walk, damnit.”

Then his eyes landed on you and he seemed thoughtful, cocking his head to one side. But then he quickly shifted to a polite but embarrassed smile as he greeted you as sweetly and politely as he could, “Hi, I’m Seungkwan. I'’m Bang Chan's, um...friend. So sorry.”

Seungkwan had heard of you. They were being kept up to date on Chan’s situation thanks to Felix’s close friendship with two members of his pack, but that still didn’t explain why his mate would’ve shown up in the middle of your bedroom. 

Eunjin moved, but you didn’t catch it since it was just her mouth opening.

The wolves did, though, and they immediately braced themselves.

Your eardrums were bombarded by the most piercing shriek you’d ever heard. Your hands flew to your ears, clamping down as hard as you could while also shrugging your shoulders up. Your eyes closed from how loud her scream was, and you couldn’t even open your mouth to ask why she was screaming.

After what felt like an eternity, she stopped. Her scream died out and you slowly unclenched your body and looked up again.

“Jinnie…?” Seungkwan asked as he slowly reached out for his mate.

“What the hell was that?” you asked Chan.

But he didn’t answer you, looking between the strange man that had climbed in through your window, and the girl standing in the middle of your room.

She blinked, and she looked at Seungkwan before she then looked down at you. And her eyes widened slightly, like she recognized you.

“Sweetheart,” Seungkwan sounded relieved to see that his mate was back with them mentally, “what happened?”

“I…don’t know…” she replied slowly in a whisper. Then she turned, seeming to be looking for someone and settling on Chan. “Is that _____?”

He nodded, “Y-yeah. Why?”

Minho’s eyes widened as they locked on you still sitting on Chan’s bed, “She’s gonna fucking kill us.”

“Minho,” Chan scolded him through gritted teeth.

“I’m so sorry about this,” Seungkwan told them, pulling Eunjin closer to him. “We’ll show ourselves out. Again, I’m sorry.”

Eunjin nodded, “Y-yeah, um, s-sorry…”

As Seungkwan began to guide her out, she looked over her shoulder at you one last time while the small pack parted. And once they were gone, eight pairs of golden eyes were locked on you.

“What was that?” you asked again, breaking the silence as you looked to your mate for answers.

Chan took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly. He didn’t know what to do with this information. He didn’t even know how to interpret it, because Eunjin showing up like that could mean a few different things. He was just hoping it wasn’t any of the most obvious interpretations.

“Okay, uh…” he began before he turned to the doorway. “Everyone back to bed.”

Eyes lingered on you for another moment before the wolves finally began to file out of the room. Chan closed the bedroom door behind them before he turned back to you.

“Care to explain?” you tried again.

He walked over to the bed and sat down at the edge of it. He looked off at the floor for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts before he began talking.

“So…her name is Eunjin.”

“Yeah, I got that much. What the hell is wrong with her?”

“She’s…a banshee,” he admitted, finally meeting your eyes with concern all over his features.

Your heart fell into your butt. Your face fell as you stared back at Chan, wide-eyed.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” he said quickly, putting his hands up like he could physically stop you from letting your imagination run wild, “but her scream could mean a handful of things. It might not mean that you…die–” he didn’t even want to say the word, “--it might mean that someone around you does or you cause the death.”

“All of those sound horrible,” you stated.

“She also hears voices on other planes,” he offered. “She might’ve just heard a prominent voice of someone who’s no longer on this plane. She screams to drown out everything else so she can hear better.”

“That–”

You stopped, and Chan’s eyebrows furrowed. When you didn’t continue for a few seconds, he asked, “_____?”

“Mom…” you mumbled.

“What?”

“My mom,” you told him. “She died about 10 years ago, and my family left my home country to come here after it happened.”

He frowned, “I’m sorry to hear that. Can I ask what happened?”

You hesitated, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you debated on telling Chan. Hell, you considered just making something else up. But ultimately, you decided to just tell him. Maybe it would help you figure out…whatever was going on inside your head.

“She…” you trailed off, chickening out again before you cleared your throat and regained your courage. “She was…attacked by…a werewolf…”

It all clicked. Why you were training to become a werewolf hunter but you weren’t quite there. Why you were so against letting the pull take over despite not really being much of a werewolf hunter. The only thing that he didn’t understand was why you weren’t quite a werewolf hunter. If a werewolf killed your mother, wouldn’t that drive you to want to be the best werewolf hunter you could be?

“My dad… Something in him snapped when she died,” you continued even though he wasn’t prompting you to. It was just all coming out of you like a waterfall and you couldn’t stop it. “So he moved me and my brother here and started training us to become werewolf hunters. My brother, Nolan, took to it really well, honestly. He likes it, too. I just–” you paused when you finally realized how much you had said and dropped your head, looking at the blankets. “Yeah…”

“Do you…not…like it?” he wondered slowly.

“Never mind,” you mumbled. “I can deal with it later.”

He seemed to just watch you for a moment, the last sentence weighing on his mind, but he didn’t know if he should say anything. Meanwhile, you were rolling over to get comfortable again and pulling the blanket up.

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to go back. He suspected maybe your family wasn’t good to you, and he wanted to tell you to just stay at the house with them and he would protect you from them, but he decided not to push it.

He also wondered what was stopping you from becoming an actual werewolf hunter, but again, it wasn’t his place to pry – especially not right now.

“Well,” he grunted as he stood up from the bed and went to the window to shut it, “are you all good in here now?”

Your head snapped up, “What if she comes back?”

“She won’t,” he chuckled. “Why, are you afraid of Eunjin?”

“She’s a banshee, Chris.”

“She’s really sweet, though,” he promised, still smiling with amusement. “But if it’ll make you feel safer, I don’t mind sleeping in Felix’s bed for the night. Or you can come take the couch downstairs and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, you should sleep in a bed, I think,” you decided, nodding across the room toward the other bed that used to belong to Felix.

“Thanks,” he said with a playful roll of his eyes before he trudged over to the younger wolf’s bed and climbed under the covers. “So, can I ask what originally woke you up?”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard you wake up before you noticed Eunjin,” he explained. “You seemed scared. Was it a nightmare?”

You reluctantly admitted in a mumble, “Yeah…”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

How did you tell him you dreamed your father and brother killed him in front of your eyes without sounding like you were getting too attached to him?

“No,” you continued to mumble. “M’fine.”

The room fell into silence as you stared up into the darkness. Your thoughts were all over the place, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to speak up again or keep things to yourself. You kept getting to the verge of blurting something, only to open your mouth and then close it again instead.

But after a few minutes of laying in silence, you felt the cold sink in again – especially after the window had opened.

“Chris?”

“Hmm?”

“How do you sleep in here?”

“Huh?” 

“It’s always so fucking cold in here at night.”

He chuckled, “We run warm, remember? It takes a lot to make one of us cold. Why, are you cold?”

You turned your head toward him, “It’s cold in here even when the window hasn’t been opened.”

“You want me to sleep with you?” he asked, thankful that the darkness was covering his growing smirk.

You made a face and groaned, “Don’t say it like that.”

But you didn’t say no.

“How do you want me to say it?” he laughed.

“Can you just get over here?” you grumbled as your cheeks burned at the request.

“Yeah, yeah,” he yawned, already climbing out of Felix’s bed and padding across the room to his own. He peeled back the covers and slid in after you scooted over. After a little bit of moving around, you both settled into bed. But since the beds were pretty small, you were right next to him. “Better?”

“Do not ask me questions about this situation,” you stated.

He laughed loudly before saying, “Just know if you take all the blankets, I have the strength to rip them away from you.”

“Yes, Chan, I know you’re the big bad wolf,” you nodded, rolling your eyes. “Just shut up and go to bed.”

He was still giggling anyway as he sang, “Goodnight, _____.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

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2000 - Eighteen Years Old

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Everything is going great between her and Dean whenever Sam says something that ruins it all.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Injury (not received during the fic). Kissing. Angst. ANGST. Crying.

A/N: I hope that you guys enjoyed the last part being happy... And, here's a link to the series master list: 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤

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It wasn't uncommon for her to be left with Dean and Sam while her father hunted with John. Ever since she had finally turned eighteen, it had been though. The only reason she wasn't helping on the hunt was the pesky wound across her calf.

Having a werewolves claws slash through her calf hadn't been pleasant in the slightest. And, to make matters even worse, her father wouldn't even consider letting her anywhere danger. Being stuck in a motel sucked. There was no sugar coating it.

The buzzing of the A.C. unit filled the room. The old motel smelled like stale beer and a pine forest. The pleasant smell of pine was probably because of where they were. Being surrounded by the forest was an eerie, but peaceful, thing.

Everything was fine, ignoring how boring it was. Dean's presence was slightly confusing though. He had had the opportunity to go hunt with John and her father. She knew why he had turned it down though. Her. She hadn't expected it in the slightest.

Being stuck in a piece of shit motel with his little brother didn't sound like something that she thought she was worth. Still, it was nice to know though. She had desperately tried to find an excuse to be alone with Dean. It hasn't been working out in her favor so far.

Even if Sam was now plenty old enough to drive since he'd recently turned seventeen (and gotten his license),there was no way in Hell that Dean would hand over the keys to Baby for any reason. That would be suspicious anyways.

Dean had spent plenty of time planning though. He had figured out exactly how to get her alone, even if it wouldn't be for very long.

Whenever Sam had went outside to read, Dean had jumped on the opportunity. He found her lounging on the couch, an old paperback with a worn cover in her lap. Spending days on end in motels had taught her how to keep herself busy on the days that never seemed to end.

"Sam's outside," Dean said as nonchalantly as he could, sitting down on the couch. He leaned back into the thin cushions. At least the motel even has a couch. They had gotten lucky.

"Ah," she said quietly, finally placing her bookmark onto the page she had been reading. As she leaned forward to set her book down on the small coffee table in front of her, she looked down at her calf. A small bandage was still wrapped around where the wound was. Even if it wasn't that deep and half healed, it still burned if she moved the wrong way.

"He took a book," Dean added. "He's probably going to be gone for a little while."

Her head tilted ever so slightly as she looked over to Dean. A coy smile stretched her lips. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what Dean meant. She couldn't blame him either. They hadn't been a long together in what felt like months (even if their last make out session had been a few weeks ago).

She sat closer to Dean, her bare thigh now resting against his denim clad leg. All Dean could think about was how much he loved summer and the reduced length of her clothing during the hottest months.

She was close enough for Dean to catch the aroma of her perfume. He inhaled deeply before his eyes raked over her body. He wished that there was more time to spend with her right now.

Understanding the time crunch they were in, he wasted no time at all.

His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself perched on top of his thigh. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other one around her neck as he pulled her in even closer.

"We don't have long," she murmured softly as Dean's lips inched closer to hers.

Dean didn't reply, instead choosing to press his lips against hers. His lips swallowed up the small gasp that had slipped past her lips as he finally kissed her. He was careful to make sure that he didn't accidentally brush up against the bright white bandage that was wrapped around her calf. Even if all he could think about was the feeling of her sitting in his lap, he still made sure to be careful.

Her arms wrapped around Dean's neck as she deepened the kiss. Their lips moved against each other, not even stopping for a breath. The kiss was breathless and desperate. Dean kissed her like a man starved of the taste of her lips. And, he had been for the past few weeks. These last few weeks had felt like literal Hell for Dean. Being without her was like being without water. He couldn't survive without either thing for long.

He gripped her tightly against him, finally breaking the kiss. His chest heaved as he began trying to catch his breath. The adrenaline rush that she gave him was addictive. If she was a drug then Dean was already hooked, desperate for anything from her. Every taste of her had him begging for more.

Every brush of his fingers over the bare expanse of her neck sent shivers down her spine. She wanted more. No, she needed more.

"Dean-" her desperate words were cut off as the sound of the front door jiggling made her jolt in surprise. She darted off of Dean's lap and sat on the couch across from him. The door finally opened, it wasn't surprising that it had taken Sam so long though. The key kept getting stuck, or the door would jam.

Sam walked into the small living room just as she sat down on the couch opposite of Dean. The younger Winchester brother was clueless as he sat down next to her. He didn't notice her lust blown pupils, or the throw pillow on Dean's lap.

"Bobby called me while I was reading," Sam told her.

His words made her realize that her own cellphone was still in the kitchen. Her father had probably tried calling her whenever she had been sitting in Dean's lap, far too distracted to hear the ringing. The thought made her cheeks blush pink in embarrassment.

"Why?" Dean said a bit too harshly. He was still pissed off that Sam had walked in so quickly. He never had any space.

Sam shrugged, "Making sure that we were all alive."

Dean abruptly stood and walked into the kitchen. He needed a quick break. Probably a cold shower too. Anything to help him calm down. And to distract him from what it had felt like whenever her arms had been wrapped around his neck. He slammed the fridge door shut once he had grabbed the last beer.

She stayed in the living room, conversing with Sam. The younger Winchester had always been fond of her presence, not in the same way as Dean was though. The two brothers liked her for completely different and opposite reasons.

Sam enjoyed her presence, he enjoyed being her friend. Dean enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his. The two brothers had very different thoughts about her.

"Did I tell you about what happened in Texas?" Sam suddenly asked her. "You should have seen Dean! He tried hitting on this waitress and-" Sam stopped speaking whenever he saw the look on her face.

One look at her expression told Sam that she didn't like the idea of Dean flirting with random waitresses. He hadn't realized that this would have been such a sensitive topic. If he had, he probably would have kept his mouth shut. Not to protect Dean from her wrath, no to protect her from the hurt she was now facing.

It felt like her heart had been ripped out and left on the floor. Dean meant everything to her. Finding out that he didn't feel the same way made her sick. All sorts of anxiety thrashed around inside of her gut. Her jaw tightened as she stared at Sam.

"Does he do that a lot?" She asked in a tight, controlled voice. She wouldn't cry in front of Sam.

"H-he doesn't," Sam said quickly, the lie being easy to spot.

Dean had caught the last few sentences of the conversation and froze. He tossed the new empty bottle of beer in the trash can and almost ran into the living room. He spotted the heartbreak blatantly obvious on her face and hesitated. He didn't have time to say anything to Sam, his younger brother was already making his way out of the room. Probably a good idea. Dean didn't want to yell at the boy.

She stood, standing in front of Dean. He wouldn't let her walk away without an explanation. Even if he couldn't think of a good one. All of the flirting he did was completely harmless, he wasn't cheating on her. Dean might attempt to flirt with any girl in a twelve mile radius, but he wouldn't do something that horrible. Not whenever he cared about her so much.

Dean called out her name, she ignored him.

"Dean, I don't want to hear it!" She snapped, unshed tears stinging her eyes and making her throat burn.

"I'm not cheating on you! I-It's harmless, I swear."

She walked past Dean, slapping away his hand whenever it darted out to grab her wrist. All of the words that Dean yelled after her sounded muffled, like her head was underwater. It felt like she was drowning in a sea of her own misery. All of her time with Dean now made her wince. She didn't look back on those memories with a smile anymore.

The front door was almost within her grasp now.

Only a few more steps and she could leave. She wasn't sure where she would go yet, only that she couldn't bear to stay in the motel with Dean for another second. The quick pace made her wound strain, her calf tensing. The throbbing sensation was at the back of her mind. The physical pain pales in comparison to the galing hole in her chest where her heart used to be.

"I never want to see you again!" She yelled as Dean grabbed a hold of her wrist before she could walk out the door.

Her words made his heart drop. He knew that she had every right to be msd. That didn't make him want to let her go right now. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and tell her that everything would be okay. It was painfully obvious that that wouldn't be happening.

"You have to-" Dean's words were almost instantly cut off.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she found her voice again. "I don't have to do anything for you! I loved you Dean. I really did," her voice crackled as she spoke. "A-and you never really cared. Not enough to stop flirting with every girl you meet!"

Her angry, hurt words were enough for Dean to drop her wrist. He stood there in silence, his jaw slack, as he watched her storm out the front door. He watched her leave, and suddenly regretted every single time he'd exchanged a few flirty words with a random girl.

She didn't know where she was going, only that she wasn't going back to that motel room. She couldn't face Dean. But, she also couldn't stay out of the motel. Her phone, wallet, and all of her other belongings were in there. Maybe she would have remembered to grab them if she hadn't been in such a rush.

She would go back later. That was what she planned to do, until she saw the motel door open. Sam walked out, her duffel bag in hand. His eyes were brimmed with tears as he walked across the parking lot to where she stood.

"I-I'm so sorry," Sam whispered as he handed her the bag.

"It's not your fault Sammy. Don't blame yourself for what your brother did," She said with a sniffle. She swallowed the lump in her throat, willing herself to be strong in front of Sam.

Sam threw his arms around her, a sob escaping out of his throat. It made her heart ache even more than it already did. She wasn't just leaving Dean, she was also leaving Sam. The younger Winchester boy wouldn't see her for a while.

"T-tell me I'll see you again soon." His voice cracked and shook with every word as he finally pulled away from the hug.

Lying to Sam hurt. She did it anyway.

"You'll see me again soon, really soon." Her promise was nothing but bullshit. She wouldn't be going anywhere near a Winchester for a while. It would hurt too much. The pain was still so raw and twisted in her gut. Unlocking her car made her realize how permanent this would be.

"Tell my dad I'm going home if he calls and I'm not in the rang of service." Her last words to Sam before she left were painful. Every word felt like she was choking on it. Her throat burned.

She let the tears fall freely as she tore out of the parking lot. Guilt and pain tore her apart.

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james potter has always had an unfair disadvantage in the books and i think about it daily. we know that he was a good person because we are told by multiple people that he was. however, the only times we see him (in flashbacks) is through the eyes of his enemy and those were probably some of his worst moments as a person.

let me preface this by saying that i don’t condone what happened in snape’s worst memory, i just don’t. i know some people who truly hate snape say that he deserved it (that’s scary to me that people say this btw) but he was literally just minding his own business in his corner when james and sirius went after him, completely unprovoked (i believe the exact reasons were that sirius was bored and snape existed). now that we’ve established that i’m not going to justify or excuse the bullying, i would also like to point out that this one memory does not define james. the only reason he is perceived as “just a bully” by a number of people is because that is all that we were shown.

one of the many reasons i love james so much is that he grew and matured as a person but this does not mean that he was a monster before he changed some of his behavior. let me highlight everything good about james, both before and after seventh year:

we talk about the prank surrounding wolfstar but what about james? did everyone forget that james is the reason that snape (his worst enemy) didn’t die, and that he is the reason that remus (and sirius) did not become murderers? and go to azkaban? james was fifteen at the time but while sirius didn’t realize or care about the consequences of what he did, james instantly understood and intervened to avoid what could have happened. he was not stupid. not evil.

he created a safe place for sirius. no matter how tough sirius is, it is Not easy to open up to someone about your family issues. not only that, sirius had a room ready for him when he left his house and it probably added to him being able to leave in the first place.

james grew up in the wizarding world and he naturally adopted the generally accepted beliefs. we know he was against slytherins before before ever having met one but the wizarding world also hated werewolves. we are all probably desensitized to remus being one by now but i’m sure to a twelve year old pureblood, it was insane news but james accepted remus and became an illegal animagus to help him.

james recognized his faults on his own. he “deflated” his ego as he grew older and stopped doing the things that made him bad. yes, he still fought snape but we don’t have the context of what these fights would have been like and who initiated them. also, snape was an aspiring DE and the war had become more prominent by then so can’t blame him for hexing him then.

he was very very much against the way muggle-borns were treated as well. he willingly joined a war fresh out of school to protect them, which is something people just brush over like it’s not a big deal? also, at that time, voldemort was very much in power and the order was lowkey losing and probably would have without lily and harry.

james was the heart and soul of the marauders i do not accept any criticism on this. there is a reason the marauders fell apart the day he died (i know the reason lmao but let me have this)

this is just the what i remember from canon (i have not read the books in some time). and this is all just to say, yes james was arrogant and a bully but that was not all he was. he was also loving and caring and brave and intelligent and he was a leader and he had messy hair and he used to wear glasses and he was a jock but he was also a nerd and he was a stupid silly guy and an asshole.

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In all my teen wolf fics, I ALWAYS make Derek 19 in s1. There are multiple reasons why. One, I can't justify his weird antisocial stalker behavior otherwise, two, it makes more sense narratively, and three, I don't feel comfortable with Sterek if there's a larger age gap.

A 19 year old Derek being fucking scared out of his mind and struggling with the loss of his sister, but desperately trying to play it cool and aloof while having no idea how to actually talk to people is something I can completely understand. Like, yes, he's absolutely a creepy stalker at times, but he genuinely has good intentions, (and, in my fics, he's a stupid teenager too) He can be rude and insulting, and threatens Stiles and Scott multiple times, but that doesn't change the fact he doesn't want Stiles and Scott to actually get hurt. Derek's still actively protecting them, despite all the honestly kinda terrible things they say and do to him (mostly s1, it's a shit show, so I don't hold it against any of them too much, and I don't blame Stiles and Scott for being harsh at times, they were scared and didn't know Derek at all, I'd be scared too)

I think Derek's a little less mature due to his trauma, honestly. For starters, he was hiding in new York for 5-6 years with just his sister, and it seems like that's the extent of the social interaction he got. He never really had to learn how to talk to humans, since he just had his family of werewolves, who are experts at reading people and especially each other (being able to smell feelings and all) so yeah, of course Derek has no clue how to actually talk to Stiles and Scott. Secondly, he blames himself for the fire (and pretty much everything else, from what I remember) that would absolutely fuck you up, thinking you're responsible for your whole family's deaths. His anchor is literally anger, he's constantly punishing himself. Like, no wonder he's such an asshole. Thirdly, he has no trust in humans whatsoever (and I don't blame him) so yeah, he gave Stiles and Scott extremely vague answers and wouldn't elaborate on anything, because the last time he was open with a human, his entire family died. It's obvious in the way he talks to Scott about Allison. Like, when Scott says, "She doesn't know anything!" Derek replies, "What if she does?" And then later on, Derek yells at him, saying, "You're 16! You're not in love!"

I didn't even notice it till my most recent rewatch. He's so harsh about it because he lost everything to an Argent, because he thought he was in love, and doesn't want the same to happen to Scott (and Derek believes that humans, especially hunters, aren't safe. He doesn't want Scott to get hurt, and doesn't want to get hurt again himself)

And, alternatively, I think Stiles is more mature due to his trauma. Despite losing everything, Derek could still rely on his sister, while Stiles didn't have anyone, really. From what I remember, it really sounded like he was the one trying to take care of his dad, who was usually busy, and when he wasn't, had a drinking problem. He had to grow up fast, and yes, I know he doesn't always act like that, but we all know he just uses humor as a coping mechanism, and to prevent people from seeing how he's actually feeling.

He's dramatic and sarcastic, but he's also the one who immediately accepts Scott's a werewolf and spends all night researching it, he takes care of Scott and sticks by his best friend even when Scott tries to murder him, the few times he lost control. He tries to take care of everyone, honestly, and sure, he's an asshole about it, sometimes, but he's still there. He might be bitching about it the whole time, but, for example, in Magic Bullet(S1ep4) despite barely knowing Derek and being outright scared of him, Stiles never abandoned him.

Plus, at the end of the season, Stiles defends Derek! He snaps at Chris, who is threatening him verbally and physically. Like, he so clearly allies himself with werewolves as whole, not just Scott, even when ppl are threatening him, and he continues to do so, he never ONCE throws Derek under the bus (after he corroborates Scott's lie about Derek being the murderer) and like, that's kind of everything. Especially to someone who lost everything at the hands of an untrustworthy human, I imagine.

And, I mean, both Stiles and Derek make threats, but they rarely actually mean it. Stiles had no intentions of dumping Derek on the side of the road, and Derek had no intentions of actually killing Stiles or Scott.

The fact that Derek still tries to help Scott, after Scott accuses him of murdering multiple people and puts him on the run again, is proof of that, in my opinion.

Now, for Sterek, a 3-4 year age gap doesn't really bother me, but anything larger than that, when Stiles is still a teenager, is just too much. But, for Stiles and Derek specifically, I think 3-4 yrs is totally reasonable. See, the thing is, one of the main problems with most age gap relationships is that the older one has more life experience, but in this case, I'd argue Derek doesn't have much more life experience than Stiles does.

Derek's life was essentially put on hold for 5-6 years after the fire, he never had the chance to be a normal teenager, after that. Stiles might be younger, but both of them have lost people, they know what that kind of grief feels like, and I don't think there'd be any sort of power imbalance between them. They're equals. Stiles has no problem talking back to Derek and speaking his mind, and vice versa. I don't think Stiles was ever scared of Derek because he's a werewolf, I think he was scared because they thought Derek murdered someone. So, like, that's not a point of tension between them, it's not like Stiles (later on) is actually worried Derek will hurt him, and Derek (later on) trusts Stiles not to betray him or their pack.

It makes sense why they disliked each other at first, there were plenty of reasons to. Derek didn't trust Stiles because human=unsafe and Stiles was, admittedly, an asshole, and Stiles didn't like Derek because he was a weird stalker who he thought hurt his best friend.

But once they get past those things, I can totally see them being close friends, and more. Sure, there's plenty of things they disagree on, but they're also similar in a lot of ways, too. Like, this isn't an opposites attract situation (which I do love) because they're not opposites, even if it looks that way sometimes.

They both care way more than they let on, they both build walls and keep their friends out, they're both pretty jaded when it comes to trusting others (moreso later on, for Stiles) but help regardless. Oh, and they both blame themselves for shit that isn't their fault and take on huge amounts of responsibility even though they don't have to. I also think they're both nerds and probably have a good few shared interests. They'll argue on methodology but they value the same core things. Like, Loyalty? SO important, to both of them, same with trust. Plus, I think Derek's dry and blunt humor, and Stiles' sharpness and sarcasm, is a lovely combination.

So, in conclusion, I love them together and separately and think they're more compatible than they seem on the outside.

It's funny cuz I just made a post about how half the time I feel meh about Sterek, and then I get super carried away and rant about them for multiple paragraphs lmao. Basically I saw some character analysis posts (I adore everyone who makes those, btw, y'all are awesome!) and it revived my love for them.

(Again, if anyone disagrees with me or has anything to add, that's completely valid, this is just the way I interpret their characters, and I love hearing other ppl's thoughts!)

[remus-poopin]

The “A very frosty Christmas” chapter in HBP is so interesting to me in terms of understanding Lupin’s relation to the werewolf community. The standout line to me is this:

“‘I am not complaining; it is necessary work and who can do it better than I? However, it has been difficult gaining their trust. I bear the unmistakable signs of having tried to live among wizards, you see, whereas they have shunned normal society and live on the margins, stealing — and sometimes killing — to eat.’” (HBP, 334)

The framing of this is interesting, he didn’t say: “wizards have shunned them from normal society therefore marginalizing them so they have to steal and sometimes kill to eat”, no he puts the werewolves in the active role as if they are making a sort of choice. It effectively takes the blame off of the wizards that oppress them.

I think he might feel that it is a choice they are making. He has tried very hard all his life to fit into wizarding society. Everything he does is in an attempt to appear non threatening. He has made a choice to not live in the werewolf colonies, he’s made a choice to hold jobs, he’s made a choice to socialize with other wizards, he’s made a choice to appear civilized, he’s made a choice to conform into wizard society-

yet he is still not accepted.

The issue is not the werewolves disregarding society but a society that fundamentally disregards their humanity.

On some level he must know this yet the way he speaks about his community is dripping with a sort of self loathing that pushes for a drive for assimilation (something you can find in most groups of marginalized people).

He holds these views of achieving social mobility through the appearance of civilization while being walking proof that werewolf assimilation is futile, so he has to construct mental barriers to avoid being crushed under the weight of his own hypocrisy.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

No Longer Yours

kol mikaelson x reader | requested

summary: you watch as the love of your life starts to love someone else

tags: angst, heartbreak

word count: ~1.8k

a/n: remembering the plot of the originals was so hard tf, i need to rewatch it

When Ester brought Kol back, you were both shocked and delighted. It was such an uncharacteristic thing for her to do, but yet, you couldn’t complain. For decades, you were lovers, on and off waiting for him as Klaus re-daggered him every couple years. Then, after the whole family was rejoined in Mystic Falls, he was killed by two teenagers way in over their own heads. His death broke you. So much so that his sister offered sympathy, something you’ve never received from her. When the bunch moved back to New Orleans, you took her offer and followed, not living with them, but near them. Away from the brother that so often hurt him, but near the sister that now comforts you. You learned to be okay. 

But now Klaus has stirred up something new, and all the species of the city are fighting, and everyone is gathering forces to try to fight him. It’s the witches, versus the werewolves, versus the Mikaelsons, versus the New Orleans’ vampires that pre-existed in the city. In the midst of it, the Other Side was collapsing, and Esther made a desperate act to bring her family back together. 

Kol isn’t the same. Not one bit. His body is different, as is his mind. He’s on edge, understandably, but no longer only seeking you to tame his restlessness. He’s been put on a mission, you know that, to manipulate the young witch for his mother’s benefit, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

And Finn. Finn’s been in your ear nonstop, taunting, updating, day-to-day, on how the progress between the two is going. You’re not sure when you hurt him, but he’s surely out to hurt you. 

“He has this look in his eyes, when he talks about her. Like he knows his task is to trick her, but he doesn’t want to do it. He’s going soft, and it’s not for you anymore,” he’d whisper. You were on the street corner, watching them walk out of the pub, when the eldest snuck up behind you out of nowhere.

“Why are you telling me this?!”

“Thought it’d be something you want to know.”

Finn in his old body was annoying enough. Him in this one, this vessel that seems to carry a hundred times more sass than the last one, is so much worse. 

And it’s not like Kol doesn’t know you’re here. One of his first days back, he spotted you from afar and whisked you away into a quiet corner, declaring his love and kissing your face. You still see him every day, too, even though his return is being kept quiet from the rest of the Mikaelsons. The fact of that makes it even harder to separate him from Davina. You only see him in stolen moments; she seems to be everywhere, in everyone’s business. 

What also hurts, is that you can’t hate the girl. She seems to be Klaus’ number one hater and that warrants some respect. She’s been planning to control Mikael to help take down Klaus, and that’s something no one has ever been able to do. She’s a badass, powerful witch, who Kol is falling for, and that’s not her fault. 

Though slowly, you see it going both ways. She’s falling for him as much as he is her, and honestly, you can’t blame her. Kol is so much more than his narcissistic siblings make him out to be. He’s charming, funny, protective, and up until now, loyal. But then again, maybe you’re overexaggerating this. He’s around Davina for a task, maybe this is just him playing a part. 

You know, deep down, that it’s not. 

It’s one of the days you get Kol alone. Truly alone, without Davina, nor Finn, nor any other supernaturals lingering around, overhearing your conversation. Things feel back to normal, you feel happy, like maybe you have been overthinking, and everything’s actually fine. 

“So, um, how’s it been with your mother?” You didn’t mean to bring up his mother. It’s an awkward subject, and the woman has never been a kind one. But after ten minutes, your dinner date begins to run dry, exchanging small smiles and short laughs rather than the deep thoughts and strong opinions you once shared. 

“She’s fine. She’s my mother. The same, horrible woman she’s always been.” 

His accent is so much thicker in this body. 

“Hm. And Finn? Personally, he’s been annoying the hell out of me, and if he doesn’t stop, I’ll send him right back.”

It earns a chuckle. “I’m about to send him there, too. Little brown noser, always desperate for mother’s approval. What’s he bugging you about?”

“Nothing important, just… the usual.”

“He’s so much worse as a witch. He always hated vampires and now he isn’t one, yet he still wants to bring the rest of them down. Him having access to magic is not great, either.”

“Oh, I bet. Glad I’m only on his ‘hate’ side and not his ‘kill’ side. If I ever defended Klaus in my lifetime, I would have a much different fate against witch Finn.”

He laughs a bit louder. “I’m pretty sure I’m on his ‘kill’ side. Mother giving me chores is the only reason he hasn’t struck. But I wouldn’t let him kill you, Y/N. You’ve always been mine, and even Finn knows not to mess with us.”

His words make you feel some warmth inside, some comfort, that maybe, again, you’re just overthinking all this. 

“He better not, or I’ll send Matt after him again. Bet he’s only a click away, if I tell him I need to extinguish a Mikaelson.”

“Oh, he would be so upset to learn mother brought him back to life. All his hard work, gone! I think Matt would have a lovely time here in New Orleans. So many things he hates in one city. Bet he’d come up with an elaborate system to bomb every vampire in a fifty mile radius without destroying the city itself.” 

“And he’d find a way to make a protective bubble around Rebekah, saving her, and no one else.”

“Oh, don’t remind me of that crush! Any man my little sister could’ve picked and she chooses the vampire-hating prick. Her taste in men has never been good.”

“I don’t know, Marcel’s kind of nice to look at,” you tease.

His eyebrows raise playfully. “Marcel? You should’ve known him when he was a child, then. Little misfit.”

You laugh. It feels like old times. Like going on adventures, pushing peoples’ buttons, grabbing life by the neck. It feels like the love you and Kol shared way before the collapse of the Other Side, and even before Mystic Falls. It’s reckless and exhilarating. 

But now, it’s short-lived. And you feel the light dimming day by day, and you’re not sure how much longer you’re willing to pretend like it’s all okay. 

“I should be getting back soon. Mother’s going to think I ran off.”

“Totally understandable, she is not one to cross.”

“Definitely not.”

“What’s in your plans for next week? Any time we’ll be able to steal like this again?”

“Not sure yet. Klaus is so sporadic, and she bases her plans around his hourly attitude changes. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Okay.” You don’t want to ask it, but it’s been sitting on the tip of your tongue all night, and if you don’t, you might go crazy. “Kol?”

“Yes, love?”

“Your ‘task’ she puts you up to, with Davina.”

“Yes?”

“You care for her.” It’s less of a question, more of a statement. You meant it to be a question, but your mouth spoke before your brain could catch up.

Kol pauses, halfway getting up, to sit back down. He’s never been one to lie to you. You’re not sure if this is when he’ll start. 

“I do,” he replies truthfully. “I don’t want her to get hurt trying to take down my family. I see why she wants to, and I believe she can, but she’s still young. I’ve been trying to best Klaus for centuries and have never been able. But while I’m protecting her the best I can while my mother is actively trying to manipulate her, I don’t feel anything for her, if that’s what worries you.”

You nod, confirming his words about your concerns. “It’s good that you care. She’s been through a lot. She deserves someone who will stand up for her.” 

You wish it didn’t have to be him. 

“I try, while mother and Finn constantly berate.”

“When do they not?” You half-joke, smiling softly. 

“You’re entirely correct.”

Kol might not believe he’s growing affection for the young witch, but you know differently. You can see it in his eyes and the softness of his voice. You can see it on the dimples that form on her face from smiling so wide. 

Klaus finds out that ‘Kaleb’ is Kol, and everything gets much more difficult. It’s such a big tangled web of emotions that you take a step back from the family altogether. Mikael’s on the loose and Klaus is vengeful. New Orleans is in a city-wide panic as the vampire-killing vampire runs rampant without Davina’s control. It isn’t her fault that he got loose. 

It isn’t anyone’s fault when he rushes to her side, more than once. 

It isn’t anyone’s fault when he kisses her, and she kisses back. 

It’s just circumstance. Time and place. People grow apart and others grow close, and sometimes, nothing can be done to stop it. You have to learn to let it go; to understand that he’s happy, and that’s truly the only thing that matters. You’ve survived without him before and you can learn to do it again. 

New Orleans is in the midst of an all out war. Klaus kills anyone who stands in his way. It’s nothing new but it’s nothing short of terrifying. You realize, now, as Kol grows closer to the young witch, and Rebekah starts to take the side of her brothers, that you’re just as vulnerable as the wolves he hunts. A lone vampire cannot survive any greater than a lone wolf, and Klaus doesn’t care who he slaughters in his act of vengeance. It’s with great sorrow and even greater heartbreak that you leave the city, middle of the night, with only a note to explain your absence. Kol will be okay. He’ll be safer with her than you; Klaus has never liked you too much, and his second chance at life matters more than your love for him. 

You’ll always love him, but he’s no longer yours.

He may still love you too, but not in the way it once was. 

And with that, you have to learn to be okay. 

[kaaaaaaarf]

fic first lines

thanks for the tags, @lifeisabitch-butimcute, @messrsrarchives, @lavenderhaze, @chericheribaby, @rae-lune & @pain-in-the-riri! 💖

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

I have a lot of fics, so I'm gonna pick and choose a few. These are all wolfstar:

Only Get (My Rocks) Off - naughty enemy neighbours, E - They say that every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings. Every time Remus has to listen to his neighbour’s fucking drainpipe clink against the side of the house, he gets a migraine and a hard-on. 

The Killing Time (unwillingly mine) - murder husbands, E - Did Remus expect to be here tonight? No, he had things to do. He was supposed to call his mother and go to the dentist, maybe grab a sauvignon to go with dinner. He certainly wasn't meant to be digging a grave in the back corner of the city cemetery at 2am. 

back when we were dinosaurs - museum fic, E - Remus has been coming to the museum since he was a boy. Since before all the renovations—before the Crystal. Back when the main entrance was off of University Avenue and the dinosaurs were huge, terrifying behemoths. 

they call it the cockpit - airport smut, E - Sirius is exhausted (he will later blame everything that happens that morning on this singular fact).

i'm green, you're green - Frog & Toad adaptation, G - Once upon a time, not too long ago, there lived a Frog called Sirius and a Toad called Remus.

Here I Am (a rabbit-hearted boy) - wererabbit Remus, G - Remus' floppy ears twitch unhappily. He had been so careful—so careful not to let his friends see the monster he becomes every full moon.

In ár gCroíthe go deo - Irish Remus, T - A little boy with ruddy, freckled cheeks and flaming red hair goes running down a wide country lane on unsteady feet.

You Grew Tall (I Stayed The Same) - Hogwarts era, G - It was house picture day at Hogwarts, and the students were all milling around the courtyard, waiting to be called into The Great Hall. 

Ah-Ooh (werewolves of London) - Hogwarts era pre-full moon, T - Remus' hip is aching. It’s t-minus forty-five minutes until moon-rise and he doesn't think there is a single part of him that doesn't hurt. 

Now I'm Spreading Your Legs (with my in between) - original hatefuck fic, E - James: Okay, Mr Mysterious, I just saw your cryptic post on tumblr. Who's the hot asshole musician you met ??? That's my type. Sirius: Ok Listen James: …uh oh

np tagging: @fruityindividual, @swifty-fox, @lynxindisguise, @shoopsthereitis, @notyournecromancer, @wannabelilybriscoe, @languagelessonswolfstar, @c0ffinrehearsal, @pissmotif & @persepinas

[tumblerislovetumblerislife]

you may not be an angel (but you are my girl) (2527 words) by ObsessedWithFandom Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Female Charles Rowland (DCU), Established Relationship, First Dates, Stargazing, Hair-pulling, Blood, Blood Drinking, butch4butch sapphic payneland is something that can be so personal Series: Part 2 of vampires, werewolves & fae, oh my! Summary: So maybe they were doing it all a bit backwards. Usually you were supposed to have the kisses and the sex and the love confessions after dating, not all at once on the very first day. Usually you didn’t spend the rest of the week making up excuses to see each other, in between lectures and lunches and after hours, and probably didn’t end up having yet more mind-blowing sex more often than not. You definitely didn’t only plan your first date after all that – if it still counted as the first, even. But when had Charlize and Edith ever gone about anything the usual way? Or: A series of firsts in Charlize and Edith’s fledgeling relationship.

oops i did it again. i'm blaming @dear-monday and @tw0-ravens for giving me too many ideas and encouragement <3

also shoutout to @ouchmyghostskin and their AMAZING Everything Nice fan comic, which is so canon to me that they're just what sapphic payneland look like in my mind now!

[ghostyclay]

ITS FINALLY EVIL X DAY!!!! its alt hermit day but thats close enough lmfao

I drew another artwork of my evil x milk snake au, aka evil snake au!!!

BC HE IS MY FAV EVIL LITTLE GUY EVER, AND IVE NEVER ACTUALLY TALKED ABOUT THIS AU ANYWHERE, YALL GET BOTH ART AND WRITING FOR @hermitadaymay !!! BC IM GONA INTRODUCE THE AU BELOW:

So, its supposed to be a typical medival fantasy au, where magic is demonized (similarly to bbc merlin) and anything magic-like is either illegal, or v stigmatized. (ya usually get hunted down or burned at the stake if u use any magic. The stigma part is that when ppl are a victim of some sorta magic curse or sth, unless they r royal, they are usually victim blamed for it / called a witch too)

Now, Xisuma and Evil X were the sons of a rich nobleman. (both human, but not for long) Xisuma was the older brother and after their father died a young death, he began to take care of ex. While Xisuma was following their father's footsteps, young ex discovered his love for fighting and began training to become a knight. (which is how he meet hels).

However, little did ex know, while he was learning how to hunt man and witch alike, his brother was secretly practicing magic. (my idea is that he meet GenerikB at some point, who was a friend of their father & Xisuma's mentor after his dads death. He was also secretly part of a coven.)

A couple years pass, ex starts working as a guard (while hels officially becomes a knight) and one of his first jobs is capturing a loose shifter/were. (=humans who can shift into animals or anthropomorphic humans, think werewolves/hybrids). However, Xisuma, the local undercover witch, helps the shifter hide and gets found out. Cue Evil x is put infront of a moral dilemma: save his brother or stay a knight?

Ofc our evil little guy says fuck you to Xisuma. Especially bc x never told him and basically made him an accomplice by hiding the shifter in their house. (how dare X help one of the people ex is supposed to hunt down! Is this why hes always been so critical about Exs work?)

So uh yeah ex and the guards chase Xisuma out the city, who escapes with the shifter thanks to his secret witch abilities. (and ex has the horrifying realization that Xisuma has been practicing magic behind their back all this time.)

X goes off and makes hermitcraft, a sanctuary for shifters and witches alike, ex continues working as an evil knight, blablabla...

"But Clay" you ask, "how come ex is a snake in your art?"

Well, you see, the problem with hunting down witches and shit all the time, is that ur gona be the target of magic attacks eventually. Burns, potions, spells... Ex has seen it all.

Well.

Almost everything.

Until one day, a witch curses him as she burns at the stake. He doesn't think anything of it at first, plenty of people have done similar things and nothing happened because most of the people they kill aren't actually able to use powerful spells. They are just innocent civilians and shifters.

But one day, his body begins to change. His legs feel weak and strange, he starts to struggle with balance, and just when he thinks it cant get any worse, scales begin to grow on his legs...

Wait what?

Well, ofc someone (hels) notices eventually. And ofc, just like Xisuma, ex gets chased out the village.

And that is how ex becomes a snake hybrid, hiding away in a far away forest, killing anyone who comes too close to it, in fear of getting killed for his curse :)

There's more to this au, which i will explain eventually! But rn im busy deciding whether i wanna turn this into a comic, fic, or other format.

[atinyjules]

With Every Look Ft. Werewolf!K

A/n: This might just be the longest fic I've ever done. I liked how it turned out 🥹🤍

Genre: Fantasy au, Werewolf au, Romance, a little bit of angst, fluff

Pairings: Werewolf!K x Mermaid!Kaori (fem oc)

Warnings: not much, just a little bit angsty at some parts.

In a town nestled between forested mountains and the vast, whispering sea, lived a small but vibrant community. It was the kind of place where the supernatural wasn’t whispered about—it was celebrated. Werewolves made up the majority, their pack-oriented nature shaping much of the town’s traditions. But mermaids, though rarer, had found their place too—working beside wolves to keep peace and charm within the town.

Kaori had always kept to the edges. A mermaid girl with long black locks and dark-blue eyes, she had a softness to her that made her seem almost ethereal. She lived with her aunt near the beachside cliffs and volunteered for nearly every community event, hoping—maybe foolishly—that one day he would notice.

K.

The town’s heartthrob. A werewolf with tousled dark hair, sharp amber eyes, and a smile that left trails of flustered sighs in his wake. He was warm, charming, helpful to everyone—and painfully unaware of the crushes trailing behind him like lovesick shadows. Kaori was just one of many admirers, but unlike the others, she had never dared speak more than a handful of words to him.

It didn’t help that being a mermaid didn’t exactly win popularity points. The werewolf girls adored K and weren’t subtle about it either. Kaori had watched them crowd around him at bonfires and festivals, laughing just a little too hard at his jokes.

She didn’t blame them. He was magnetic.

But still, she couldn’t help but wish—just a little—that maybe he’d look at her the way she looked at him.

Preparations for the annual Winter Dance had begun. The town hall, usually reserved for council meetings and birthday parties, was being transformed into a glowing wonderland. Strings of lights, garlands of white and silver, glittering snowflake cutouts—it was all coming together.

Kaori sat cross-legged in a corner of the hall, a pile of satin ribbons in her lap. She twisted one gently, her fingers skilled in folding them into delicate rose shapes. Beside her sat Haru, her closest (and possibly only) real friend in town—a fellow mermaid with coral-dyed tips and a blunt way of saying things.

“Another perfect rose,” Haru commented, tossing her a teasing glance. “You trying to impress someone?”

Kaori didn’t answer, eyes flicking toward the other end of the hall where K was helping hang lights. His sweater sleeves were pushed up, revealing strong forearms dusted with glitter, and he was laughing at something the town elder said.

“Kaori,” Haru said, voice low and firm, “you’ve got to say something. You can’t just keep making ribbon roses and hoping he telepathically gets the message.”

Kaori sighed. “What would I even say? ‘Hey, K, want to go to the dance with a mermaid who’s too nervous to even say hi properly?’”

“Better than saying nothing at all,” Haru shrugged. “You don’t make a move, someone else will. That werewolf girl, Mina? She’s already planning to ask him. With a glitter heart and everything.”

Kaori’s heart sank a little. But she kept folding the ribbon. Rose after rose, silent and steady.

“C’mon,” Haru said gently. “You’ve got magic in you. Not just mermaid magic. Real, heart-stopping, Kaori magic. He’d be lucky to see it.”

Across the hall, K looked up.

His eyes met Kaori’s.

And for a moment—just one—he smiled.

Haru caught the smile too. Her brow lifted, smug and knowing.

“See? He so likes you.”

Kaori blinked and looked away quickly, pretending to fuss with the folds of her ribbon rose. “Haru, he smiles at everyone. And he says hi to everyone. That’s just K. He’s… nice.”

“He’s not that nice,” Haru scoffed. “He’s charming, sure, but he doesn’t go out of his way for everyone. Remember when he carried your whole box of seashells last summer just because you dropped one?”

Kaori stayed silent, her fingers folding slower now.

Haru leaned in closer, her tone softening. “Look. I’d rather see him end up alone than with someone not you. You’ve been in love with him since we were kids. Even when you didn’t say it, I knew. You’ve always looked at him like he hung the stars.”

Kaori’s heart twisted.

“And I know he’s got that ‘golden boy’ thing going on,” Haru added, “but he’s real. He’s kind. He’s the kind of guy who sees people. And you—you always hide. He won’t know unless you let him.”

Kaori let out a quiet breath, folding another rose and placing it in the finished pile. “It’s just a crush, Haru. And that’s all it’ll ever be. He’s… too perfect. And I’m just—me.”

But before Haru could respond, a voice as sharp as icicles cut through the moment.

“So~ the Winter Dance is coming.”

Both girls froze.

Mina—clad in designer boots, her wavy hair cascading down her back like a shampoo commercial—approached with the grace of a predator. Her crimson lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes as she plopped down beside them, legs crossed.

“I’ll have you two know,” she said, brushing invisible lint from her fur-lined coat, “K is mine.”

Kaori blinked. “K?”

Mina’s smile widened, clearly enjoying herself. “Mm-hmm. I’m asking him to the dance. And he won’t say no.”

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a sugar-coated sneer. “So you two fishes better not get in my way.”

Kaori’s heart pounded in her chest. Haru’s jaw tightened, her hand clenched around a ribbon. But they said nothing.

And Mina just sat there, satisfied, as if she’d already won.

Haru didn’t even blink before snapping back, “Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, actually helping instead of disrupting our chore?”

Mina raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Relax. I was just being friendly.”

“Right,” Haru said dryly, “because threats sound so friendly.”

“And anyway,” she added, folding another ribbon rose with a sharp twist, “it’s not like K will say yes.”

Mina scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “We’ll see about that.”

With a final smug smirk, she turned and strutted away, heels clicking like punctuation marks against the wooden floor of the town hall.

Kaori let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “She’s so insufferable…”

“I know,” Haru sighed and patted her thigh gently. “But she’s asking him, Kaori. Whether you like it or not. You have to make a move soon.”

Kaori looked down at her half-finished ribbon rose, the petals blurry at the edges. “I… don’t even know what to say to him.”

“Start with hi, maybe?” Haru teased gently, bumping her shoulder.

Before Kaori could respond, the air shifted—the kind of shift you feel before a storm or something important. A warm scent of pine and salt lingered faintly in the air.

Then—

“Hey.”

Kaori jumped slightly.

K had plopped down beside her, just like that, casual and warm and impossibly close. His smile was soft as he greeted them both. “Hey Haru, Kaori.”

“H-Hey,” Kaori stammered, trying to make her voice sound normal.

K reached into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a small handful of delicate, pale shells, glinting softly in the light.

“I went for a run at the beach yesterday,” he said, looking at Kaori with a small, almost boyish smile. “Found these. Thought you might wanna add them to your collection.”

Kaori stared, mouth slightly open, as he held them out to her in his palm.

Shells. For her.

Her heart thudded so loudly she was sure Haru could hear it too.

Kaori gently took the shells from his palm, her fingers barely brushing his, but it was enough to make her heart leap to her throat. They were beautiful—smooth, pastel-toned, with delicate spirals and tiny specks that shimmered like sea glass.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Haru, of course, couldn’t resist. “Wait, how’d you know she has a collection?”

K let out a soft laugh, his canines just barely showing. “Come on, I’ve known forever.”

Kaori looked up, startled. “You… have?”

“Yeah,” he said with an easy grin. “Back in middle school, I used to walk home through the cliffs. I’d see you and your mom down at the shore almost every day after school, picking shells and humming songs. You’d hold them up to the sun like they were little treasures.”

His gaze was soft now, nostalgic, sincere.

“I always thought it was cool,” he added, “how you saw beauty in the small things.”

Kaori’s heart skipped a beat—then maybe another.

Haru’s eyes practically glowed with excitement as she nudged Kaori none-too-subtly with her elbow, then turned to K with an innocent smile.

“Soooo,” she said, dragging the word out with practiced casualness, “have a date yet? For the dance, I mean.”

K blinked, then gave a lazy shrug, running a hand through his hair.

“Nope. Not yet.”

Kaori looked down quickly, pretending to smooth out her skirt, hoping he couldn’t see the flush rising on her cheeks.

K glanced between the two girls, his brows lifting slightly with curiosity.

“What about you guys? Got dates yet?”

Haru grinned. “I do. I’m going with Aki from the flower shop.”

K nodded with a small smile. “Nice. He’s a good guy.”

Then his eyes shifted to Kaori.

She froze, her fingers suddenly very interested in rearranging the shells in her lap. Slowly, she shook her head.

“No,” she said softly.

Before K could respond, Haru chimed in—because of course she did.

“She didn’t even wanna come, actually.”

Kaori gave her a look, but Haru just smiled sweetly, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.

K’s expression shifted into genuine surprise. “Wait—what? Why not?? It’s literally one of the most fun events we have in town.”

Kaori chewed her bottom lip and gave a weak shrug. “I don’t know. I guess… it just feels like it’s not really for people like me.”

K tilted his head, brows furrowing. “People like you?”

Haru shot Kaori a subtle look—see? now you’ve done it—but Kaori stayed quiet, heart racing under his gaze.

And K looked at her like she’d just spoken a language he didn’t understand.

K looked genuinely confused for a second, then said, “Kaori, what are you even talking about?”

She glanced at him, one brow slightly raised.

“You do know you’re literally placed number one in the beauty tally, right?” he said, casual like it was common knowledge.

Kaori blinked, then sighed. “Oh… that old thing?”

Haru snorted. “You knew about it?”

“Of course I did,” Kaori replied, continuing to arrange the shells in her palm. “My mom told me once. Said the elders had too much time on their hands.”

K laughed, clearly amused. “You don’t think it’s flattering?”

Kaori shrugged, her voice calm. “Not really. Feels like I’m being watched and ranked for something I didn’t ask for.”

Haru gave a little hum. “Yeah, but still. Number one is number one.”

“She beat Mina by a landslide,” K added with a grin. “That’s gotta count for something.”

Kaori gave him a dry look. “Which probably explains why Mina wants to drown me half the time.”

K leaned a little closer, his smile softening. “You’re a mermaid, Kaori. You wouldn’t drown anyway.”

The way he said it—gentle, teasing, almost protective—made Kaori’s chest warm in a way she didn’t expect. Her fingers stilled on the shells, and for a moment, she couldn’t quite meet his eyes.

Haru, ever the observer, smirked knowingly but said nothing as the air around them settled into something quiet… and a little heavier.

Across the hall, a couple of voices called out—someone from the committee waving K over to help with moving the light stands.

K looked in their direction, then back at the girls with an apologetic smile. “Duty calls.”

He stood, brushing his hands on his jeans. But before he turned away, he paused and looked directly at Kaori.

Then, with a gentle touch, he reached over and gave her a soft pat on the head—fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“Rethink your choice, okay?” he said quietly, his tone warm but firm. “I don’t want you to miss out.”

Kaori blinked, startled by the tenderness in his voice.

And just like that, he was gone—walking off with that easy stride of his, slipping back into the center of attention like it was second nature.

Kaori sat there, her heart doing this slow, fluttery flip that made her breath catch.

Haru let out a low whistle next to her. “Girl…”

Kaori didn’t answer. She was too busy replaying that soft pat and those words over and over in her head.

Kaori still hadn’t moved.

Haru gave her a long look before nudging her knee with her own. “You okay over there?”

Kaori finally exhaled, her gaze still lingering where K had just been. “He… patted my head.”

“Yes,” Haru said slowly, “and told you not to miss out. Which is, in boy language, basically a love confession.”

Kaori scoffed, a light flush coloring her cheeks. “It is not.”

Haru raised a brow. “Kaori. He brought you seashells he remembered you liked since childhood. Said people notice you. Pat your head. Said he doesn’t want you to miss out. What do you think he meant?”

Kaori looked down at the shells in her hand again, silent.

“I swear, if you keep brushing this off, I’ll ask him for you,” Haru threatened, only half joking.

Kaori groaned, finally cracking a small, helpless smile. “Don’t you dare.”

Haru smirked. “Then do something. Before Mina sinks her claws in.”

Kaori sighed, her smile lingering as she softly traced the edge of a shell with her thumb. “He’s just... too good to be true.”

Haru gave her a knowing look. “Maybe he’s just good for you.”

The sun had dipped low by the time the decorating wrapped up, casting a golden glow over the small town. People were starting to head home, laughter and chatter still echoing faintly through the crisp air.

Haru had left halfway through—her mom had called, urgently needing help at the supermarket. Kaori had waved her off with a smile, promising to walk home alone.

Now, with the streets quieter and her steps unhurried, Kaori found herself passing the little boutique near the town square. A small group of young girls, no older than ten or eleven, were gathered at the window display, squealing and pointing excitedly at the mannequins.

“Look at that one! The blue one with sparkles!”

“I’m gonna wear that when I go to the winter dance one day!”

“Nooo, I’m wearing it! You can have the pink one!”

Their voices were filled with unfiltered joy, their eyes shining with dreams and sugarplum fantasies.

Kaori smiled softly, her steps slowing. Her gaze drifted to the dresses behind the glass—frosted blues, soft pinks, flowing whites. All magical in their own way.

Once upon a time, she and Haru had done the same. They used to press their faces to this very window, giggling as they imagined themselves in those dresses, spinning under twinkling lights with boys they hadn’t even met yet.

Well… maybe not completely unknown.

Kaori had always pictured him.

K.

Even back then, before the height and the muscles and the jawline that could cut stone—he had still been K. With his crooked smile and bright laugh and warm voice that always made her heart do something weird in her chest.

She exhaled, watching the fog of her breath melt into the cold evening air.

Maybe that dream hadn’t faded as much as she thought.

Maybe it had just been waiting… quietly.

She was still staring at the display, lost in memories, when she heard it—

“Kaori!”

Her head snapped up.

Across the street, framed by the soft glow of the streetlamps, K was waving at her, his familiar smile lighting up his face. He jogged over, his breath fogging slightly in the chilly air.

“Been lookin’ for you,” he said as he caught up, slightly breathless but still smiling. “Figured you’d already left.”

Kaori blinked, her heart giving that now-too-familiar stutter. “I was just… walking slowly, I guess.”

K glanced at the boutique window and the girls still chattering by it. “Dream dress shopping?” he teased gently.

She smiled, a bit shy. “Something like that.”

He looked back at her. “We should walk together. We’re neighbors, remember?” His grin widened. “Might as well keep each other company before Mina hunts me down again.”

Kaori chuckled, looking down for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”

They started walking side by side, the air quiet around them except for the crunch of their footsteps and the distant laughter from town.

He didn’t say much at first, just occasionally glanced at her with a quiet smile, like her presence was enough.

And Kaori… well, her heart was doing all the talking she couldn’t.

The night air grew colder as they walked, a sharp breeze sweeping down the narrow street and rustling Kaori’s hair around her face. She shivered before she could stop herself, arms instinctively wrapping around her own body.

K noticed instantly.

Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, the warmth of it still clinging to his scent—earthy pine, clean air, and something distinctly him. Before she could even protest, his arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her into his side with an ease that made her legs go a little weak.

“What's up with you, hm?” he said with a soft laugh, his voice low near her ear. “You’ve become so quiet now.”

Kaori blinked, momentarily stunned by how close he was—and how right it felt.

“I’m always quiet,” she murmured, hugging the jacket tighter around her.

K gave a playful scoff. “Not with Haru around, you’re not. I swear, you two could out-chat the whole town council.”

That made her smile, and he looked down at her, eyes softening.

“Seriously though,” he added, voice a little gentler now, “are you okay?”

Kaori glanced up at him, then quickly looked ahead again. “Yeah… just thinking.”

“Dangerous,” he teased lightly, squeezing her shoulder once.

She laughed softly, feeling a warmth bloom in her chest that had nothing to do with his jacket.

And for once, the walk home didn’t feel long enough.

They turned a corner, their steps slow and easy, and his arm remained draped over her shoulders like it belonged there. Kaori couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so warm on a cold night.

K glanced at her, his expression thoughtful now—quiet in a way that tugged at something inside her.

“You know…” he started, voice a little softer than before, “I missed hanging out with you.”

Kaori looked up at him, surprised.

“I mean, we used to talk more, didn’t we?” he went on, his eyes staying on the road ahead, like saying it too directly might make it too vulnerable. “After school. On weekends. At the beach. I dunno. I just… noticed we kinda drifted.”

Her heart gave that too-familiar flutter. “I guess we got busy,” she said quietly.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “Still. I think we should walk home together more often. Like this. It’s nice.”

Kaori swallowed, cheeks warm as she looked down at the pavement. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It is.”

His fingers gave her shoulder a light squeeze, casual but comforting.

And in that moment, with his jacket around her, his arm holding her close, and the stars blinking softly above them, Kaori felt like maybe… just maybe… her crush wasn’t so impossible after all.

They stopped just outside her gate, the warm porch light spilling over them, casting a soft glow in the night.

Kaori reached up to shrug off his jacket, fingers just brushing the collar when his hand gently caught hers.

“Keep it,” K said, his voice low. “I was gonna get a new one anyway.”

“But—” she started to protest, only for him to take a step forward and wrap his arms around her.

Her breath hitched. She froze.

He held her close, warm and solid and smelling like comfort and forest air. One hand slowly rose to her hair, his fingers combing gently through the strands in a gesture so tender it made her heart ache.

He didn’t let go right away. And honestly, she didn’t want him to.

When he finally pulled back, it was just enough to look down at her.

“Sorry,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… kinda missed you, I suppose.”

Kaori blinked up at him, her voice soft and unsure. “But… we’re neighbours.”

He gave a small, almost sheepish smile. “Yeah, but… I feel like I never see you around anymore.”

Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked into his eyes—genuine, a little vulnerable, and full of something she didn’t quite have the courage to name.

The air between them felt charged.

And suddenly, that winter dance didn’t feel so impossible anymore.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

The next day, Kaori and Haru were outside the town hall, sweeping up the dead leaves that had piled up after the chilly night. The air was crisp, and everything seemed peaceful, a calm that didn’t last long.

Kaori was just about to sweep a pile of leaves into the dustpan when she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up—and froze.

Mina.

Her eyes were narrowed, her lips curled into a sneer. There was no mistaking the fury in her expression.

Before Kaori could say anything, Mina was upon her, shoving her hard enough to make Kaori stumble back, knocking the broom out of her hands.

“H-hey!” Haru gasped, rushing to Kaori’s side. “What the hell, Mina?!”

Mina didn’t even spare Haru a glance. Her eyes were locked on Kaori, a venomous glare that made Kaori instinctively take a step back.

“I told you,” Mina spat, her voice dripping with malice. “Go near K again, and I’ll feed you to the dogs.”

Kaori’s heart skipped a beat at the words, her breath catching in her throat. She wasn’t sure why, but she found herself cowering back under Mina’s stare, her hands instinctively clutching at the front of her sweater.

Haru, eyes wide with anger, stood between them. “You can’t just say things like that, Mina! What the hell is your problem?!”

Mina didn’t flinch. Her eyes flicked briefly to Haru before returning to Kaori, her voice icy. “My problem?” she repeated, a cruel smile spreading across her face. “You should be worried about your own problem, fish. Stay away from K. He’s mine.”

Kaori felt the heat rise to her face, her pulse quickening. She tried to steady herself, but the weight of Mina’s words left her feeling small, unsure.

Mina turned away with a final glare, her heels clicking on the pavement as she walked off, leaving Kaori and Haru standing there, the tension still thick in the air.

Haru was the first to speak, her voice firm, though Kaori could tell she was trying to keep herself composed. “Don’t let her get to you, okay? K’s not hers to claim. Don’t ever forget that.”

Kaori swallowed, looking down at the ground. Haru’s words were comforting, but the fear that lingered from Mina’s threat still made her uneasy.

"Maybe… maybe I shouldn't get in the way," Kaori mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Haru turned to her sharply, her face softening. "You’re not in the way, Kaori. She is."

A while later, Kaori and Haru were inside the town hall, working on airing out the silk curtains by letting the sun pour in. The warm light filled the room, making the space feel brighter, even though Kaori’s mind was still clouded by the events earlier.

She tried to focus, her fingers delicately tugging at the corners of the curtain as she hung it, but Mina’s words kept replaying in her head. "Go near K again and I’ll feed you to the dogs." The harshness in her voice made Kaori hesitate, her heart heavy with uncertainty. Was she really getting in the way? Was it even worth it?

Just then, she heard footsteps approaching, and a familiar voice called out to her.

"Kaori!" K’s cheerful tone brought her back to the moment, and she turned to see him walking toward them with a smile on his face.

Kaori’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt herself blush. She’d been trying to avoid thinking about him, especially after the tension earlier, but here he was, standing in front of her like he always did—warm, friendly, and so easy to talk to.

K dug into his pocket as he got closer, his movements slow and casual, and he pulled out a few small shells, holding them up with a grin. “I went back to the beach yesterday. Found some more shells. Thought you might like them.”

Kaori’s heart fluttered, but she hesitated. She glanced at the shells and remembered what Mina had said. Stay away from K. He’s mine.

For a brief moment, doubt clouded her mind, but when she looked at K’s face, the warmth and sincerity in his smile made the hesitation fade.

She didn’t know what to say, so she simply held out her hand, but before she could say anything, K reached out and gently placed the shells into her palm.

“They reminded me of you,” he said quietly, his voice soft but clear, making Kaori’s heart race. “I always think of you when I find something like this.”

Kaori froze, her fingers curling around the shells as her pulse quickened. The warmth of his touch lingered on her skin, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come out. All she could think about were the feelings swirling in her chest. Did he mean that? Was he serious?

She looked down at the shells in her hand, her gaze drifting back to K, her heart thudding loudly. The weight of Mina’s warning still hung in the back of her mind, but she couldn’t ignore the way K made her feel—safe, cherished, and important.

K tilted his head, his eyes watching her carefully, as if waiting for her response. “What do you think?” he asked, a small, playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You like them?”

Kaori felt the tension in her chest ease slightly, though her heart was still racing. She nodded, her voice small. “I do… Thank you, K.”

The way his name rolled off her tongue felt different now, like it meant something more than just a simple greeting. K’s smile widened at her response, and he gently patted her hand.

“No problem,” he said with a wink. “I’ll always bring you more if you want them.”

Kaori couldn’t help but smile back, the weight of Mina’s words momentarily forgotten. It felt like she was back to where she was before—just Kaori, talking to K, sharing a moment like they always did.

But deep down, she knew she had to make a decision soon. Mina’s warning wasn’t something to ignore, no matter how much she wanted to. The last thing she wanted was to cause any more tension between herself and the people she cared about.

A while later, after they’d finished airing out the curtains and tidying up, Kaori had to leave early—her mom had sent a message asking for help at home. She waved a soft goodbye to K and Haru before slipping out, the shells tucked safely in her pocket.

K was still there, chatting with one of the other volunteers when Haru made her way over. Her usual carefree smile was nowhere in sight, replaced by a firm, serious expression. She crossed her arms and tilted her head at K.

“Hey,” she said, her voice steady. “Can we talk?”

K blinked, a little surprised at her tone. “Uh… sure?” He followed her to a quiet corner, away from the bustle of the others still packing up.

Once they were out of earshot, Haru didn’t hold back.

“Tell your fangirls to lay off, will you?” she said, straight to the point. “Mina keeps bothering Kaori. Like, seriously. She threatened her again this morning—and she even shoved her.”

K’s expression darkened instantly.

“She what?”

Haru nodded, jaw clenched. “Yeah. Pushed her right in front of me. Said if Kaori went near you again, she’d feed her to the dogs.”

K’s hands curled into fists at his sides.

“If it keeps going on,” Haru continued, eyes blazing, “I’m fighting back. No cap. I don’t care if she’s got claws, I’ve got fins—and they slap hard.”

K let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “I didn’t know it had gotten that bad…”

“Well, it has,” Haru snapped. “Kaori’s not gonna say anything. She never does. But you? You could stop this. Talk to Mina. Make her back off.”

K looked toward the door Kaori had just walked out of, his face tight with frustration and something else—guilt.

“Thanks for telling me,” he said, voice low. “I’ll handle it.”

Haru gave him a look. “Good. Because if she lays another finger on Kaori… I swear, I’ll make a tsunami in the middle of this town.”

Despite the serious moment, K huffed a tiny laugh. “You mermaids are terrifying.”

“We’re protective,” Haru corrected with a raised brow. “Especially when it comes to people we love.”

K’s gaze flickered again toward the door. “Yeah… I get that.”

Right as K finished his sentence, a too-familiar scent hit the air—cheap perfume and overconfidence.

Mina.

She strode over, hips swaying like she owned the pavement, her glare slicing through Haru before melting into something sugary and fake as she faced K. “There you are,” she cooed, completely ignoring the tension in the air. “I was just looking for you.”

Haru rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh, but K didn’t say anything. He just stared as Mina stepped closer, fluttering her lashes.

“So~ I was thinking,” she purred, twirling a strand of her hair, “we should go to the Winter Dance together. We’d look amazing, don’t you think?”

K scoffed, expression unamused. “No.”

Mina blinked, caught off guard. “Wait… what?”

“I said no,” K repeated, sharper this time. “You’re not my type, Mina. At all.”

The smile faded off Mina’s face like a mask slipping. “Excuse me?”

“I know everything you’ve been saying to Kaori,” he said coolly. “Haru told me. The threats, the shove this morning—‘feed her to the dogs,’ was it?”

Mina’s lips twitched into a sneer. “That little—”

“Say one more thing about her,” K cut her off, voice low and calm—but dangerous. His eyes glinted, golden like the moonlight that came with his kind. “And I swear, it won’t be the dogs you’ll have to worry about.”

He leaned in just a little, voice dropping to a warning growl.

“Keep going, and I’ll be the one who feasts on your blood.”

Mina froze, her face paling slightly.

Haru stood tall beside him, arms crossed with the most satisfied smirk she’d worn all day. “Told you.”

Mina’s fists curled at her sides, but with a sharp huff and one last glare at Haru, she spun on her heel and stormed off.

Once she was gone, K ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

The salty breeze kissed her skin, cool and refreshing, as Kaori sat at the edge of the shore with the tide gently brushing over her feet. The shells she’d collected were scattered around her like little gems, glistening under the afternoon sun. She ran her fingers over one, a pale pink spiral, and let out a long sigh.

Tomorrow was the dance.

And even though Haru had told her everything—about what K said, how he stood up for her, how he’d even threatened Mina—Kaori’s heart still felt tangled in a web of fear and uncertainty.

How was she supposed to tell him?

She picked up a shell and tossed it into the water, watching it skip once before it sank.

Her thoughts were a blur until something shifted in the wind. A sound—like heavy pawsteps padding across wet sand.

She turned—

“AHHH!” she screamed, scrambling back from the massive black wolf just a few feet from her.

It startled slightly before shifting, muscles contorting and shrinking until a familiar face emerged, tousled hair falling into kind eyes.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s just me!” K laughed, hands raised. “It’s just me, I swear!”

Kaori clutched her chest, breath catching in relief and leftover adrenaline. “K—you scared the life out of me!”

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry. I saw you from the cliff and… I guess I forgot how terrifying I look in wolf form.”

She shot him a look but couldn’t hold it for long, not when he looked so apologetic—and so… warm.

He stepped closer, slowly now, like not to startle her again. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you. You okay?”

Kaori nodded, though her heart was still beating a little too fast—and not just from the scare. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

“About the dance?” he guessed, lowering himself to sit beside her, close enough that their arms nearly brushed.

She looked down at the shells in her lap and nodded again. “It’s tomorrow.”

K tilted his head to look at her. “You still not going?”

Kaori hesitated.

Then, softly, “I don’t know.”

He nudged her knee with his. “Well, I think you should.”

She looked at him, lips parting slightly, and he gave her a crooked smile. “It wouldn’t feel right without you there.”

Her heart squeezed.

He meant it.

And tomorrow was the dance.

So why was it still so hard to tell him?

Kaori lowered her eyes to the shells in her palm again, fingers curling around them as the sea breeze lifted her hair slightly.

“I don’t feel like going,” she murmured, her voice quiet beneath the sound of the waves.

K frowned gently, leaning in. “Why not?”

She opened her mouth, hesitated. Her throat tightened as a thousand thoughts swirled in her chest—Mina’s words, the stares, the way everyone seemed to want a piece of him. She clenched her fist around the shells.

“Just…” she said, forcing a small shrug. “Just don’t want to.”

But K wasn’t convinced. “Kaori…”

She turned her face slightly away from him. “Don’t ask,” she said quickly, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I don’t want your pity.”

K’s expression softened. The wind picked up, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at her profile—the way her lashes trembled, the way her shoulders were pulled in too tightly, like she was bracing for something.

“Pity?” he repeated, almost like it was a foreign word.

Kaori didn’t answer, just kept her gaze out toward the sea, where the sun dipped lower over the horizon, tinting the waves in orange and rose.

He was quiet for a moment, then slowly reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before his hand settled on her shoulder.

“I don’t pity you, Kaori,” he said softly. “Not even a little.”

His tone was sincere—quiet but strong—and her heart thudded painfully.

“Then why are you always so nice to me?” she asked before she could stop herself. “Why do you give me shells, and your jacket, and say those things like… like you actually see me?”

He blinked once, then leaned a little closer, eyes not leaving hers.

“Because I do see you,” he said. “And not just as some girl next door. Not just some mermaid with pretty shells.”

Kaori’s breath caught.

He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t just being kind.

He meant it.

“Come to the dance,” he said again, softer now, thumb brushing gently along her arm. “Not because you have to. But because I want to see you there.”

She looked at him, the sea between them and the sun bleeding into the sky behind, and her chest swelled with everything she’d tried to bury.

She looked at him, eyes searching. “Why do you want me to be there?”

K smiled gently, not even hesitating.

“Because you’re one of my best friends… and I don’t want you to miss out.”

Her stomach dropped. The ache came slowly, blooming in her chest as if something inside her cracked open. Best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

She looked away, trying to blink the sting out of her eyes. But it clung to her like salt in the air, sharp and impossible to ignore.

Without another word, Kaori stood up abruptly, brushing the sand off her skirt. She didn’t meet his gaze.

“Kaori—”

But she was already walking away, heart pounding, not even daring to look back.

“Kaori, what’s wrong?” K’s voice grew more urgent as he followed behind her, footsteps crunching against the wet sand. “Just—stop for a second, please!”

She didn’t.

“Kaori, talk to me!”

Her heart pounded harder with every step, but she refused to look back. The ache in her chest was too much, the heat behind her eyes too heavy. If she turned around now, she’d crumble.

So she kept walking. Kept ignoring the sound of his voice chasing after her.

Because nothing hurt more than realizing the boy she loved only saw her as a friend.

The lump in her throat grew, threatening to choke her. Kaori felt the sting of tears pooling in her eyes, but she couldn’t let them fall. Not here. Not now. She pushed herself harder, her legs moving faster until she was sprinting, the air rushing past her ears, mixing with the crashing waves.

She had to get away.

She needed to disappear for a little while, to hide from the ache that had settled deep inside her. The weight of his words, his friendship, suffocated her. Best friend. She couldn’t bear to hear it again.

Her breath came in sharp gasps as she reached the rocky shore, where the sea met the sand. Her heart hammered in her chest, urging her to move faster, to reach the water before her emotions broke free.

The sea. She needed to become the sea.

Without a second thought, she pulled off her shoes and stepped into the shallow waves, the coldness of the water numbing her skin. She let the sea swallow her feet, her heart, and then she felt it—the familiar pull of the ocean as her body began to change.

Her skin shimmered, the fins on her legs slowly emerging, her body transforming into something that felt more like herself than anything she’d been all day. She breathed deeply as her tail swished into the water, her legs no longer burdened by the heaviness of the land.

But just as she was about to dive in completely, she heard K’s voice, panicked and full of desperation. “Kaori! No—wait!”

She froze, her hand hovering above the water, her breath hitching in her throat as she heard him shout her name. She could feel his presence closing in, the panic in his voice unmistakable.

"Kaori!" K's footsteps splashed through the shallow water as he sprinted toward her, his voice shaking. "Please don’t do this!"

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Not now. She couldn’t let him see the tears that were threatening to spill, the pain that had swallowed her whole.

Kaori took a deep breath, pushing herself off the shore and diving into the water, her tail propelling her forward. But as she submerged, she could still hear his voice, distant but filled with panic.

“Kaori, please don’t go—please!”

But she didn’t stop. Not this time. She swam faster, deeper, the ocean surrounding her as she lost herself in the waves. And though she could still hear his calls echoing in the distance, Kaori refused to turn back.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

Evening had fallen, painting the sky in hues of indigo and deep plum. The moonlight spilled across Kaori’s room, soft and pale through the window. She stayed curled in bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, the soft hum of the waves barely reaching her ears.

She’d cried herself empty earlier, cheeks raw from dried tears and throat sore from silent sobs. But her heart—her heart still throbbed.

Kaori shifted slightly, her blanket slipping as she turned to glance outside through the thin slits of her curtains. Her breath caught in her throat.

K was still there.

Standing under the streetlight in front of her house, jacketless in the growing cold, his arms crossed as he leaned against the gate. Waiting. Not pacing. Just… waiting.

She pressed her forehead gently against the cool glass, watching him, her heart aching all over again. She wished he’d just go home. She wished she hadn’t run. She wished he’d said anything else but the one thing that broke her.

With a quiet sigh, she pulled the blanket tighter around herself and sank back down onto the mattress, trying to will away the hollow feeling in her chest.

Earlier, Haru had stopped by. She didn’t stay long—just enough to check in, to hold Kaori’s hand and say, “You don’t have to talk yet, but I’m here, okay?” Then she had left, knowing Kaori needed silence more than anything.

Now, as the wind whispered through the cracks in her window, she heard it.

His voice.

Soft, muffled through the glass, but still clear.

“Kaori…”

And just like that, the dam broke again.

Tears spilled down her cheeks like rivers, and she clutched the blanket to her chest, trying in vain to muffle the sobs that wracked her body. She buried her face in the fabric, the sound of her cries soaked into the cotton.

He couldn’t hear her

But in that moment, she swore he could feel it.

The hours dragged on, heavy and quiet, until night fully settled. The hum of cicadas had quieted, replaced by the occasional rustle of the wind. Kaori lay still beneath her blanket, her sobs long since faded into exhausted silence. Her eyes were puffy, her throat dry, but her heart still ached with the same dull, raw throb.

She turned onto her side and peeked through the curtain again.

And there he was.

Still there.

Still waiting.

She squinted at the clock on her nightstand. 1:47 AM. Her jaw clenched.

What was he doing? Freezing out there for no reason? Did he think standing there all night would fix what he said? That it would magically erase how it made her feel?

With a huff of frustration, Kaori sat up and tossed her blanket aside, stomping toward her window and unlatching it with more force than needed. It creaked open, the cold air rushing in as she leaned out.

“K!”

He sharply looked up at the sound of her voice, startled. His eyes were wide, hopeful, like a puppy finally acknowledged.

But before he could say a single word, she snapped, “Go home.”

He blinked.

“I don’t want to talk to you...” Her voice cracked at the end, from emotion or exhaustion—maybe both.

She began to pull the window shut when, in a blur of movement, she heard a shift.

Then claws scraped against the shingles above.

Her eyes widened as K, now in his sleek, dark wolf form, leapt up with grace and urgency, landing on her roof with practiced ease. In a flash of shimmer, he shifted back into his human form, breath misting in the cold night as he reached the window just before she could close it fully.

His hand pressed against the frame, gently but firmly keeping it open.

“Wait—please.” His voice was low and hoarse, eyes pleading. “Just… don’t shut me out like this.”

Kaori stared at him, frozen. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Everything inside her told her to slam the window and lock it. But her trembling fingers wouldn’t move.

Not yet.

Kaori stared at him, her heart tangled in a mess of guilt and confusion. He looked like he hadn’t moved an inch since she first shouted at him hours ago. His eyes were tired, but not angry. Not frustrated. Just… soft. Patient.

She sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly as the fight inside her dulled.

“…Okay,” she muttered under her breath, glancing away. “This is stupid. I was being stu—”

But before she could finish the word, K reached out and cupped her cheeks, his palms warm against her cold skin. He gently squeezed them together, squishing her face just enough to make her blink in surprise.

“Don’t,” he said softly, brows furrowed. “It’s not… stupid.”

She tried to speak, but the squish made her lips pucker slightly, and he gave her the smallest smile—sad and fond.

“Whatever the reason… even if I didn’t realize it… it still hurt you,” he murmured. “So let’s talk it out, okay? Don’t run away from me.”

Kaori just looked at him, eyes wide and shimmering under the moonlight. And for the first time in hours, the ache in her chest began to ease—just a little.

Kaori sighed again, softer this time, and finally pushed the window open wider. Without saying a word, she carefully climbed out, her bare feet quiet on the shingles. K instinctively reached out, steadying her with a hand to her waist to make sure she didn’t trip or slip.

She sat down beside him, arms loosely wrapped around her knees, the air between them thick with unspoken things. For a moment, all they did was watch the stars in silence.

Then she spoke.

“I liked you,” she said suddenly, her voice quiet and fast, like she had to say it all before her heart changed its mind. “Well—like, past tense. Liked, you know? Not now. I mean, it’s fine now. I’m over it.”

K turned his head sharply toward her, eyes wide with surprise.

“I just… I just needed to say it,” she rushed on, looking anywhere but at him. “You don’t need to worry, okay? You don’t have to feel bad. It’s not your fault. I just misunderstood things, and it’s fine. I was being silly. I mean, we’re friends, and I’m glad. Really. I promise.”

She finally looked at him—and instantly regretted it. His expression was stunned, lips parting like he was about to speak, but before he could, she reached out and slapped her palm gently over his mouth.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t say anything. Just… don’t. Please.”

Her eyes flickered with something fragile—hope or fear, even she didn’t know.

“I just wanted to let it out. That’s all.”

Kaori kept her palm over his mouth, but when she noticed the subtle flicker of shine in K’s eyes—something deep, unreadable, and maybe even a little sad—her expression softened. Her other hand gently moved to rest over the one covering his mouth, as if to anchor both of them in the moment.

She let out a breath and began to ramble, her voice a mix of nervous energy and quiet vulnerability.

“I—okay, I liked you. Like… for basically forever. Since we were kids and you’d always bring me shells and tell me they looked like me,” she said quickly, eyes darting toward the night sky rather than him. “And I always wanted to say something, but I didn’t. Because… because you were always popular, and everyone liked you, and I felt like it’d be so awkward if I said anything and ruined it.”

Her voice dipped a little, fingers tightening over his.

“But it’s fine now. Like, I’m okay. I’m getting over it. Like… not entirely over it yet, but I’m in the process, you know? So you don’t need to worry or feel weird or anything, I swear.”

She gave a shaky smile, still not daring to meet his eyes fully.

“It’s just something I had to say. That’s all. Just… let me be the weird one for tonight, okay?”

Kaori took a deep breath, her fingers still lightly resting over his.

“I’m gonna remove my hands now,” she murmured, “but you have to promise me something first.”

K tilted his head slightly, eyes still wide with a mixture of confusion and concern.

“You cannot talk or ask anything or comment on anything I just said, okay?” she said firmly, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He blinked, clearly bewildered, and opened his mouth slightly in protest.

“Please,” she whispered, so softly it barely carried in the breeze. Her voice trembled just a little, and her eyes finally met his.

K stared at her for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his gaze again—like he was trying to say a thousand things all at once but couldn’t find the words. Then, slowly, he nodded. Hesitantly. Reluctantly.

Kaori pulled her hands back, gently, and stood up with a small sigh. “Thank you,” she said, her voice a little steadier now.

She dusted off her hands and offered a faint smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Really… it’s fine. I’ll eventually make everything normal again, so don’t worry.”

Turning toward the window, she climbed back inside her room. As she stood by the frame, she looked back at him one last time.

He was still sitting there, watching her. A sullen look had settled over his face, one that pulled at something deep inside her.

“Good night,” she whispered, her voice barely carrying to him.

And slowly… she closed the window.

The sun filtered through K’s curtains as he stood in front of the mirror, the morning light casting a golden halo around him. His usually lazy, boyish expression was replaced by something steeled—fierce, focused.

A face that screamed determination.

His hands worked steadily, tightening the knot on his necktie with practiced ease. Each movement was precise, full of purpose. There was a certain fire in his eyes, one that hadn’t been there the day before. He had stayed up the whole night thinking, tossing and turning with a storm of emotions crashing in his chest.

Half of his heart had soared—She liked him. She had always liked him.

But the other half had cracked. She didn’t let him speak. She didn’t let him feel.

But not today.

Today, he was going to tell her everything. He was going to break through the walls she’d put up.

He wasn’t just going to confess—he was going to make her fall for him again. Properly. Fully. Without hesitation.

With one last tug, the tie was secured. He picked up his thumb and ran it along the edge of his brows, smoothing them into place as he held his gaze steady.

“Koga,” he said to his reflection, voice low and sure.

“You got this.”

๋ ࣭ ⭑

K stood outside Kaori’s house, bouquet of simple white baby’s breath in one hand, the cold nipping at his fingers through the fabric of his suit. His heart pounded beneath the crisp fabric of his blazer, and yet his smile didn’t waver. He took a breath and rang the doorbell.

After a moment, the door creaked open.

“Ah… K?” Kaori’s mother blinked, surprised. She looked him up and down, taking in his perfectly styled hair, the tailored suit, the navy tie that brought out the color in his eyes. “You look… really good.”

K gave a light, charming grin. “Thank you, ma’am.”

She tilted her head, clearly puzzled. “But… why are you here? I thought Kaori wasn’t going to the dance.”

K nodded, softly. “I know.”

He looked her straight in the eyes, something gentle but unshakeable in his tone.

“But I’m not going without her.”

Kaori laid on the floor, her legs resting up on the bed as she stared at the dress she'd originally thought of wearing. From her upside-down view, the fabric looked like a dream that never got to bloom. Fully lace, soft ivory in color — delicate, full-sleeved with a fitted bodice and a graceful up-down hem. The train spilled like a quiet whisper across her rug. It was simple, elegant, and completely her.

The door creaked open.

She didn’t even care to look.

Still, her eyes flicked up, and she let out a small shriek before sighing and slumping back down.

“I thought I told you I don’t want to talk about last night,” Kaori mumbled, her voice quiet, dulled with emotion.

K didn’t say anything. His gaze shifted to the dress lying there, his expression unreadable. Then, silently, he stepped in further.

Without a word, he dropped down beside her on the floor, mimicking her — legs propped up on the bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. She blinked, confused, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he tilted his head and gave her a small, easy smile.

“What are we looking at?” he asked, like he hadn’t just barged into her mess of a heart.

Kaori stared at him, pure disbelief on her face.

Kaori furrowed her brows and glanced sideways at him. “What are you doing?”

K tilted his head with a casual smile. “Are we looking at the dress?”

She scoffed softly. “Shouldn’t you be at the town hall?”

“I could say the same thing for you,” he replied, without missing a beat.

Her lips pressed together and she went quiet, turning her eyes back to the ceiling. She didn’t want to admit how good he looked — because somehow, K looked even better than usual tonight. It was unfair. And dangerous. She couldn’t even look at him without feeling her chest tighten.

“If you don’t want to go to the dance,” he said lightly, “we can just chill here and stare at the ceiling together.”

That made her scoff as she turned to face him again. “What do you mean by we? It’s me. You should be going to the dance and enjoying.”

K shifted so he could properly look at her. “I’m not going without you,” he said, softly but firmly. “If you want to stay in your room, then so be it.”

He gave her a small shrug. “I don’t mind just laying on the floor.”

Kaori exhaled sharply, eyes flickering back up to the ceiling. “I don’t need your pity, K.”

K sighed quietly, then shifted closer. He turned his body toward her and carefully slid one arm under her neck to support her head. His other hand gently rested against her cheek, thumb brushing her skin in the softest caress.

Kaori stiffened instantly, her face turning red as heat bloomed across her cheeks. The sudden closeness made her heart stutter. She didn’t move, couldn’t move. Slowly—hesitantly—she dared to glance at him.

K was already looking at her, his eyes soft and unshifting as his thumb continued to gently caress her cheek.

Then, he said it.

“It’s not pity,” he murmured, voice barely above a breath. “It’s love.”

Her breath caught.

Love.

The word echoed in her chest like a dropped stone into a still lake. It felt too big. Too heavy. She looked away quickly, heart racing. “You… you don’t have to lie,” she whispered, her voice trembling at the edges.

But before she could say another word, he gently covered her mouth with his hand, just like she had done to him the night before.

She froze again, eyes wide as she looked back at him.

“Maybe you’d believe me,” he said softly, “if you had let me speak last night.”

His expression was calm, but something burned behind his gaze. His hand stayed over her lips as he leaned a little closer.

“Now,” he whispered, “it’s your turn to be quiet… and listen to me.”

K kept his hand gently over her mouth, eyes steady on hers as he spoke.

“I’ve always known I loved you,” he said quietly. “Ever since kindergarten… when we’d sit next to each other and you’d share your crayons with me even though I kept breaking them.”

A small laugh escaped him at the memory, and Kaori blinked, still frozen beneath his hand.

“As we grew up, and I started getting more attention… it got harder and harder to get to you. Not because you were far, but because… I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t know how to tell you that it’s always been you.”

He moved his hand slowly, giving her space to breathe, but she didn’t speak. She just listened.

“I know I act all confident sometimes, but… truth is, I get shy too. Especially with you. Because you’re—” he paused, eyes softening, “—you’re stunning, Kaori. You always have been. But now? You’re so beautiful it… it scares me sometimes. I look at you and forget what I was even trying to say.”

Kaori’s breath hitched, her lips parting slightly, but she still didn’t speak. Her heart thundered in her chest.

K smiled gently and leaned in just a little closer.

“But I’m not going to hold back anymore,” he whispered. “Not when I almost lost the chance to tell you. I’m going to show you. Every single day, just how much I truly love you. How much I adore you.”

K slowly removed his hand from her mouth, his eyes still locked with hers—soft, unwavering.

Kaori swallowed hard. “I don’t… I don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice shaky and small.

He let out a gentle chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her face before cupping her cheek again with such care it made her heart ache. His thumb stroked her skin as he leaned a little closer, eyes flickering from her lips to her eyes.

“Maybe this,” he murmured, voice low and full of warmth, “will clear all your doubts.”

Kaori blinked. “What—?”

But she couldn’t finish her sentence because in the next moment, K was leaning down slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes shut and—

His lips met hers.

Soft. Warm. Gentle.

His hand stayed against her cheek, grounding her as his mouth moved with hers, tender and full of unspoken feelings. The kiss deepened slowly, a wordless confession. The world outside her room faded until all she felt was him—his scent, his touch, his heart pressed close to hers.

And for the first time in a long while, Kaori stopped running from what she felt.

K slowly pulled back just enough to look at her, his breath warm against her skin. His eyes searched hers, nervous at first, until he saw it—the shimmer in her gaze, the softness in her expression.

Kaori’s heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest. Her lips still tingled, and her hands trembled slightly before she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder.

She held him tight, like she was afraid he’d disappear.

He froze for a second, then smiled—wide, relieved, overjoyed—and wrapped his arms around her just as tightly, resting his cheek against her hair.

Neither of them said a word.

They didn’t need to.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

A little while later, K stepped back into the room—only to stop dead in his tracks.

Kaori stood there in the fully lace ivory dress, the soft fabric flowing elegantly with every breath she took. Her pearl-and-shell necklace rested delicately on her collarbone, matching pearl earrings twinkling beneath her tucked hair. Her makeup shimmered subtly, catching the light just enough to make her look ethereal.

K didn’t move. He just stood there, staring like he was seeing a goddess.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Kaori mumbled, her cheeks already heating up.

He clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back a step. “Too late. You’re a force to be reckoned with.”

She groaned, turning around slightly to hide her face. “You’re impossible.”

His chuckle filled the room before he stepped toward her, gently pulling her by the waist until they were close. “For you? Maybe.”

Then, from behind his back, he revealed a bouquet of delicate baby’s breath—the soft white blooms matching the romance of her dress perfectly.

Kaori blinked in surprise. “You—?”

“It reminded me of you,” he said with a sheepish grin, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Soft. Pretty. And impossible to ignore.”

She bit her lip to hide the smile that wanted to spread.

K held the bouquet out fully. “You’re definitely going to be the prettiest girl at the entire event. No competition.”

Kaori shook her head slightly, but her smile gave her away.

“Let’s go make everyone else jealous, yeah?”

๋ ࣭ ⭑

Outside the town hall, the golden lights spilled from the tall windows, casting a soft glow on the path ahead. Music thrummed gently through the air, and Kaori stood frozen at the edge of it all, her fingers clutching her bouquet tightly.

K, who had been walking slightly ahead, turned when he realized she wasn’t beside him. He looked at her and immediately caught the nervous glint in her eyes.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just smiled that calm, boyish smile of his before stepping in front of her and holding out his hand.

“Trust me?” he asked softly.

Kaori glanced at his hand… then at his eyes. The warmth in them grounded her. She let out a small breath before nodding and placing her hand in his.

“Always,” she whispered.

With fingers laced, they stepped through the grand doors together.

Almost instantly, the chatter in the room died down and was replaced by a ripple of gasps and hushed exclamations. Heads turned. Eyes widened.

There was K—undeniably handsome in his sharp suit—and Kaori, radiant in lace and pearls, her hand securely in his. It was a sight that none had expected… but no one could look away from.

Near the front, Haru stood with her date, her eyes going wide before she squealed in delight. “KAORI!!” she mouthed dramatically, grinning from ear to ear.

Kaori caught her gaze and laughed softly, her nerves slowly melting as she returned her friend’s smile.

She squeezed K’s hand gently.

He looked down at her. “Told you,” he murmured. “Prettiest girl in the whole damn room.”

K leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to Kaori’s forehead, lingering just enough to make her heart skip.

From the corner of the hall, Mina—who had been sipping punch and very much minding everyone’s business—gasped so loud it was borderline theatrical.

“OH MY GOD,” she mouthed, clutching her chest like she’d just witnessed a public execution. “He kissed her. He kissed her!”

Her date blinked at her, confused. “Uh… yeah? Aren’t they like… together?”

“That’s not the point!” she hissed. “Forehead kisses are sacred.”

Meanwhile, Kaori’s face was glowing—not just from the makeup, but from how warm and flustered she felt. K gave her hand another squeeze before pulling her toward the dance floor.

The music shifted into a soft, upbeat tune, and K spun her lightly before doing a dramatic moonwalk that made Kaori laugh so hard she nearly dropped her bouquet.

“You’re ridiculous,” she giggled, as he tried to do a serious ballroom move but added a playful shimmy halfway through it.

“And yet,” he said with a grin, twirling her under his arm, “you’re smiling.”

They continued to dance like that—light, easy, and totally in sync. Not every step was perfect, but it didn’t matter. K guided her with gentle hands and laughter, and Kaori followed, cheeks sore from smiling.

Under the fairy lights strung across the ceiling, it wasn’t just a dance—it was their moment.

That's it for this one!

The ending seemed kind of rushed, so I apologise for that, but I hope yall enjoyed it anyway 🥹🤍

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THE LEGACY OF LA BÊTE

Written for @teenwolf-meta Meta May Monday's May 19th topic: Beast.

As Coach might say, let's do a pop quiz! What's the connection between the scene pictured above the scene pictured directly below?

The simple answer is that the people involved are all part of the Argent family, but there is more to it than that. The sacredness of family ties is important to Chris Argent, and that can be traced all the way back to 18th century France. Let's look at Chris Argent's speech to Derek Hale in that scene in Pack Mentality (1x03).

Chris: Nice ride. Black cars, though. Very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right? Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. But that's something I learned from my family. And you don't have much of that these days. Do you? There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?

It would be easy to think of this scene as Chris Argent displaying another example of his weird intimidation techniques, threatening Derek to keep him in line. In fact, that's what we are meant to believe when we first watch it. As threats go, however, it seems to be based on cruelty and doesn't paint Chris in a very flattering light.

However, as the show progresses, we see more and more how important family is to Chris until we get to the story in The Maid of Gévaudan (5x18). We watch La Bête's rampage found the Argent clan of hunters. They took the mantle upon themselves not only because Sebastian Valet was a serial-killing demonic werewolf, but also because he was family. Sebastian would have been a monster wherever he went, but he purposefully came back to Gévaudan, to the community where he and his sister lived. He wasn't going to stop killing, so this betrayed his family's history there, destroyed the roots that the Valets had. He went so far as when Marie-Jeanne vowed to stop him, he stated his intention to kill her as well.

Thus we learn the reason that Marie-Jeanne established a code in which if a hunter is bitten that they have to take their own life. Lycanthropy, embodied by the Beast, corrupts and destroys that sacred bonds that we see were extremely important to Marie-Jeanne and to her descendants.

Sebastian: You won't catch me. And you won't kill me. We're family, Marie-Jeanne. We're family.

Chris, for his part, will turn on his father and start working with werewolves when he realizes that family, in the end, means nothing but a source of power for Gerard, to be tossed away or replaced if it is not serving its purpose. After Chris realizes that Victoria, Allison, and Kate are all, in their own ways, victims of Gerard's actions, he discards the idea that lycanthropy is a requirement for betrayal. This revelation, at first, makes him try to protect his family by giving up hunting in Frayed (3x05):

Chris: There's a saying for these kinds of situations, the kind you have to navigate carefully. It's called, "threading the needle." It's finding a safe path between two opposing forces. Allison: Sounds like saving your own ass. Chris: They're not your family.

But Chris, as much as he wants to protect what is important to him, never forgot why the Code exists in the first place. He can't help but follow it, even after it push him to help his beloved wife commit suicide. He learn slowly that there's nothing wrong with valuing family, even to the point of trying to get Kate and Gerard to renounce their behavior simply because they should be horrified that it requires a betrayal of their family. He even goes so far as to take the blame for his own betrayals, such as when he suggestion he didn't "take care" enough to stop Kate in becoming what she did.

So what's the ultimate connection between these scenes? At this point in Pack Mentality , Chris must think that Derek is the one who killed his sister, Laura. I'm sure if Chris had proof, that conversation would have taken a more violent turn, but when the confrontation begins, Chris has no reason to believe that Derek isn't the only werewolf in town. After all, Chris or Victoria never mention Peter in the hospital, and Kate doesn't check the place out. (It seems Laura made sure he was safe from them in the facility.) It's not until the next episode when Kate reveals to the family that there's more than one werewolf.

When the hunters box in Derek's car in that episode, what is happening is that an Argent hunter looks at a werewolf and sees not a victim, but a monster whom the hunter believes has betrayed their own family as well as the community in which they lived. An Argent hunter who is very protective of the things they love. On the surface, Chris is warning a werewolf to tow the line, but on another, more emotional level, Chris is remembering the story of how his family came to hunt werewolves. He looks at Derek then and he sees "nothing but a Beast."