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softkuna · 4 years

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Yuuji Itadori | Sukuna || Interest || Fic

Everyone always says that they would absolutely enjoy and accept Sukuna taking over Yuji in heated moments. But what if someone didn't? What if they pushed him away, wanting and waiting for Yuji to come back?

Content ║ Yuuji Itadori x Insert x Sukuna. The curse within startled, chin lifting from clawed fingers. The brat had an interesting question. For someone so idiotic, his emotional competency was a fascination. Had Sukuna been too blatant in his emotions? Had he let thoughts escape into the nether that was their shared mind space? He had protected his own realm with his domain… surely Yuuji couldn’t have snuck his way into it without Sukuna noticing. The inner dwellings of his mind had ceased as her crystalline voice graced ears that weren’t entirely his.

Count ║ 1,660 words.

Consider ║ Pole Dance. Part 2-ish of Dancer. Mention of sex work. Mentions of sexual assault (not explicit but as a topic). Fem insert. Third Person (she/her).

Creator ║ Aight let me express real quick that this inspired me to continue part of that dancer fic so if it’s a little confusing please. I’ve also decided that the dancer series will probably be disjointed stories revolving around the same insert. I won’t put in names and shell retain she/her and third person. Hope you don’t mind! Also, this fic in particular doesn’t wholly answer this ask, but spoiler it will come. I was just naturally going with the flow here. I really hope you don’t mind.

She stood off to the side of the pole, hand pressing to her mouth as Yuuji climbed the beast. It was quite impressive. He used pure arm and grip strength. It didn’t take him long to realize that he couldn’t get any leverage when it came to jeans. His hand gripped at the rafter connecting to the pole, humbly showing off as he did a single pull up before completely dropping to a crouch on the ground, “Did I do it?!” the puppy-like excitement teetering in his words was beautifully accompanied by the toothy grin.

“Ah, sure,” She pressed her lips to the side, swallowing back laughter as he pouted, face scrunching into some sort of a scowl, “What?”

“C’mon! What didn’t I do?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes!”

With false exasperation, she whined, “Fine,” She approached the pole, both hands gripping the steel, “for one thing, you didn’t climb it pretty enough. Sure, you climbed it, but it’s got a different vibe.” Lean arms pulled her up in a seemingly effortless motion, core tightened to maintain her posture, legs together. Forearms braced the leverage on the pole, “Lifting like-whoo” she dropped back to the ground with an exhale, “that, is different from a climb like this,” Her right arm reached up so that the pole made one leg of an ‘x’ with her forearm, “Your fist should be just above your line of sight.” Her bare shin of the left leg made a similar ‘x’ with the pole, “Your opposite leg should be raised so it makes a 90 degree angle with your hips.”

Yuuji watched, enraptured by the instruction. She spoke so clearly and was so well versed in ~the ways of the pole~ that its general sexual context was nearly gone. Then again, she did say that it was more than just ‘erotic’. He watched as her right leg came so that the ankles compressed the pole between them, “Is this why strippers wear underwear?” It was a revelation! The light bulb went off!

She shot him with an incredulous bullet from her position. It was something like a squat, weight distributed between the leverage of her leg while her grip kept her from leaning back, “It’s not underwear, you neandrathal! It’s costume. Although some girls wear lingerie for their shows…” Her expression fell flat, “You know what, that’s not important right now.” Her hand lifted from the pole, waving off the debate topic for another time, “you wanna learn how to climb this or what?”

The pinkette nodded, taking a seat and criss-cross apple-saucing his legs. She continued, telling him the importance of a pointed toe. Much of it was more than he’d ever thought about before. It took a lot of skill and concentration. He even learned that there’s more than one division of pole dance: Exotic (the sexy shit), Flow (the spinny shit), and Strength (self explanatory shit). For competitions, there were levels. So much of it was so far above his head, he’d need to climb to even reach it.

As she continued, there was a languid fluidity to her limbs. Something that he only half took note of amidst the awkward staring during her first performance that he saw. He recalled an odd sense of déjà vu and the bizarre way in which Sukuna had acted. While they didn’t wholly share thoughts, the entanglement of their beings bled through from time to time. The King of Curse’s indifference often led to nothing, but when it came to her, he seemed to be ready for anything. It created an unease in the pit of Yuuji’s stomach.

“Hey…” His voice trailed, a hand coming to clasp the back of his neck, “You know I’m Sukuna’s Vessel, yeah?”

“Uh-huh, what about it?” She pulled her body close to the pole, right arm now by her chest, legs straight. Left arm now crossed the pole. Both legs swapped their previous position, creating an elegant illusion of ribbon unfurling. She continued to climb.

“Have you been around one of his fingers before?”

The curse within startled, chin lifting from clawed fingers. The brat had an interesting question. For someone so idiotic, his emotional competency was a fascination. Had Sukuna been too blatant in his emotions? Had he let thoughts escape into the nether that was their shared mind space? He had protected his own realm with his domain… surely Yuuji couldn’t have snuck his way into it without Sukuna noticing. The inner dwellings of his mind had ceased as her crystalline voice graced ears that weren’t entirely his.

“Don’t think so, why?” Muscles worked as she placed a hand under the coccyx of her tailbone, thumb pointed down. Her legs straightened horizontally to sit along the pole, as though it were nothing but a lounge chair.

Yuuji scratched his cheek, “I dunno. I get a feeling that he knows you. Or maybe I saw you walking down the street? Sometimes I feel that déjà vu feeling when I’m with you.” He didn’t bring up the awkward bodily response he got that surely wasn’t his own like the melancholic heart ache.

Sukuna was silent, awaiting a response. He knew he could speak for himself, but he felt no need to. This situation was new and he needed to acclimate to it. This vessel was experiencing him second hand. The swirl of memories and emotions this woman brought to the forefront of the now-curse’s contemplations leaked out to the vessel. A pot to hold ashes. Would she be able to feel the connection behind the ceramic?

The woman tipped so that she rest along the pole upside down, hair flowing with the weight of gravity pulling it down. A pink flush came to her cheeks as blood followed the same course, “Honestly, you reminded me of an ex.”

Sukuna’s eyes flickered open. Ex? Was that like the English letter Yuuji had to study? There were so many modern words he was unfamiliar with. He closed his eyes, focusing purely on her words, “The thing is, I didn’t date anyone,” there was a somber lick to the tone, “I saw you and felt… *something*. You know when you watch a movie and you know something bad is going to happen? Like that.”

Yuuji’s head tilted one direction before flipping to another. His expression was contemplative. For someone who seemed so filled with unbridled energy, it caught her off guard whenever he showed this side. It hadn’t been all that long since she joined Jujutsu Technical College, but her blossoming relationship with Yuuji came about as naturally as bees made honey. The kid was about as sweet as it, too.

Her attitude had been bitchy after the first full day. During work, she chat him up – was saccharine sweet. It was her go-to. Maybe I can get a buck out of him, she had thought. When she couldn’t and when they left, she caked herself in the mud that was her bitchy personality. She didn’t particularly enjoy being the way she was, but it was necessary protection. Despite this, Yuuji still dug through the dirt to get at her core.

“Hey, can you do that flagpole thing?”

“Yeah. It’s called a western flag.”

“Show me! Please. You know… if you have time.”

Men always made her cautious. She like the attention of it all, the lustful looks she’d get during a performance, the way men would try and literally buy her time when she play-flirted. She was a top performer both in talent and in business. People requested her, savored slots of solo shows. In her line of work, while she didn’t partake in the more lewd activities herself, it was still assumed that was her position, especially when they paid well.

“Sorry bucko. No private showings.”

“No no! Not like that. I really want to learn how to do that! I wanna see Megumi’s face when I show him that I did it first!”

Her brows scrunched up, lips pressing into a suspicious perch. If the guy were a dog, it didn’t entirely seem like he was barking up her tree that same disgusting way. His genuine interest was so whole heartedly pure.

“Fine.”

“Haha! Yes!”

After a moment of silence, Yuuji rose, placing his calloused hands along either side of her cheeks. His dashing smile riled up squeeze in her chest, gaze averting his. He pressed his forehead to hers, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” His voice was soft, whispered almost, “His interest… I just want to be careful.” While she couldn’t see, she knew that his lips would be pressed into a line, eyes probably trained on a shoe scuff on the hardwood.

“Don’t worry. I have no interest in a murderer.”

Sukuna saw through Yuuji’s cheerfully slit gaze, the gorgeous expression of the woman he once knew. Proud. Independent. She always did throw caution to the wind, even when he would say her life was on the line. Even so, his chest ached. Not with sorrow or desire, but knowing those were the words she had said to him when she was brought to his shrine. Said in the same way, with the same disinterested glint in her eyes.

Bonus:

Yuuji’s lips connected with hers, gently pecking and barely touching. As he pulled back, the remnants of his prior expression melted into a smile, “Need to get down, Mary-Jane. I’m getting dizzy hanging like this.”

He barked a laugh, hand grasping the pole as he bent at a 90 degree so that his back exposed to her. She used her core strength to pull her legs away from the pole, minding her shoulder’s ability to rotate. As hand released their grasp, she landed on his back, legs wrapping around him. Yuuji came to a stand, his new-found partner wrapped at his shoulders and waist, “Does that mean you’re spiderman?”

“I shoot white stuff and get a spicy kiss? Hell yeah it does!”

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@auroria @wasabito @juliansbby @missalexbaskerville @3rdgymbros

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tumbler-tidbits · 5 years

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March 2019

Here is March’s Fic Recs, I know I’m two days late...sue me! Anywho there is a mix of fluff, smut, angst, and crack. ENJOY!

1)I See You Left A Mark, Up And Down The Skin by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Link: HERE

Summary: see link

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexting, dirty talk, Dom Sam Winchester (PART 2) angst, ass play, bondage, no condoms, thorough winchester fucking, SAMHANDLING (PART 3) hand around the throat and over the mouth and nose (DO NOT DO THIS UNLESS YOU KNOW WTF YOU’RE DOING), angst, no condoms, thorough winchester fucking™ SAMHANDLING.

My Review: Oh sweet Jesus this three part series has it all! Angst, a smidge of fluff, and Oh so sexy smut! Part 2 is my favorite, but all three are definitely panty ruiners!

2)Midnight Blue by @rockhoochie

Link:HERE

Summary: Sherriff Hanscum begged the Winchesters to help Y/N with this case. With the threat neutralized and a night off, Sam and Y/N put their free time to good use. For one night, the hours they spend together are full of delight, passion, and fulfilled fantasies – a night that neither of them saw coming or would soon forget.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, Light (but very sweet) dom!Sam, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, spanking, orgasm delay/denial, fingering, squirting, M/F oral, a little angst, a little fluff, and various and sundry smutty smut smut, age gap (reader is 22).

My Review: This Fic was so fucking amazing! Precise and descriptive words paint an amazingly vivid picture that fills all your senses! You can actually see, hear, smell, and feel the things going on between the reader and Sam! I could be biased since this fic hit nearly all my kinks *fans self* but indulge in this extremely passionate sensory experience for yourself and read it!!

3)Bruised by @wayward-and-worn

Link:HERE

Summary: Dean learns that girls have sensitive parts.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: PWP. Oral sex.

My Review: This is oddly sweet and fluffy with a hen pecking Dean, and absolutely fucking hilarious at the same time 😂😂 I love it!

4)Not Letting Go by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: Reuniting with the Winchesters brings an unexpected change, one they’re going to need to help you with.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x reader, Alpha!Dean x reader

Warnings: Smut, first time, knotting, unexpected presentation, threesome, unprotected sex, marking, this is probably more on the Sam centric side!

My Review: Whoo! I love a good A/B/O fic and this one is delicious! Just enough smut to please you and leave you begging for more!

5)Not a Fish by @bamby0304

Link:HERE

Summary: All fears should be faced… but not yours, and not today.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Crack?? Thalassophobia.

My Review: This is so sweet and fluffy! Just a quick heart warmer 🥰

6)I’ve Got You by @winchesterprincessbride

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Sam and Reader (brief Dean)

Warnings: Angst (it’s sad y’all), death.

My Review: Just a quick beautiful drabble to leave you’re heart shattered 😖

7)Cookie Monster by @67midnightwriter

Link:HERE

Summary: None. 777 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean x Cas

Warnings: lots o’ smut. Implied squirting. Gang bang, butt stuff.

My Review: Jesus this one is fucking hot!! And Logan leaves you with a surprise ending. She claims she doesn’t write smut...I call her a lying biatch😘

8)The Maddening Empty by @impala-dreamer

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Thigh Riding. Bit o’ Dom!Dean Action. Dirty Talk.

My Review: whew. I don’t know if it’s my praise!kink or my dom!kink but this little number right here had me wishing I waited to read until after work! This ones a panty ruiner folks!

9)Holding On by @idreamofplaid

Link:HERE

Summary: Sam’s life as a hunter is taking a toll on him. The reader refuses to be scared away.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: angst; a little smut; spoilers for season 13

My Review: This is so beautiful and so painful I was teary eyed! They never really show us how the boys deal with their inner demons on the show, but Robin does a phenomenal job of painting that picture!

10)Notes by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: Your secret Tumblr blog has been rumbled… but who’s the culprit behind the notes you keep finding?

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Warnings: Smut, threesome, pretty much just pornyMcporn over here. Unprotected sex, double penetration, anal, oral.

My Review: JFC this piece is a dream come true! What would you do if Sam and Dean discovered your smutty fanfiction? Well this hot little number lets you know exactly what they would do!

11)Boyfriend and Girlfriend by @squirrel-moose-winchester

Link:HERE

Summary: It all started over a stupid popular kid’s party. Y/N had been left stranded and luckily, Sam was there to the rescue. The next day, Sam abruptly announces that he and Y/N are dating, much to Y/N’s and everyone else’s surprise. Come along for the ride, in their journey to figure things out! Being a teenager isn’t as easy at it seems.

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader

Warnings: Each chapter will have their own individual warning label, for I have no idea where this series will take me.

My Review: I love this series so much!! I love the AU that Eileen has created and how she has incorporated the characters and Story we love! Seriously so great and so imaginative! One minute I’m going “awe“ then I’m about to cry and then I’m laughing hysterically. Go check it out folks there is more to come!

12)Apple of My Eye by @bamby0304

Link:HERE

Summary: When Sam and Dean were pulled back into their world, you were left behind. Stuck in the hustle bustle of Hollywood life, you have no choice but to play along, leaving almost all of your old life behind. Seven years later when a rip in time and space opens up, you are finally able to go home… but you don’t go alone.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language. Angst. Panic attacks. Anxiety. Fluff. Drama. Smut. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

My Review: This series is so fluffy and sweet, with a smidge of angst, and a dash of smut! I binged the whole thing in one night and Ambers not done yet! Go give it a read.

13)Driving Miss Baby by @evansrogerskitten

Link:HERE

Summary: Things don’t go so well when the new female damages Baby.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cursing

My Review: ok in my opinion this piece is hilarious! I have never read a piece from Baby’s point of view as a car. It different, interesting, and funny as hell!

14)Dean’s Girls by @ladywinchester1967

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Dad!Dean, smut, fluff, lovely dovey stuff.

My Review: This is such a sweet fluffy little heart warmer and them things quickly have you sweating lol. This is the life we all wish for Dean Winchester.

15)Not Your Normal Vet by @acreativelydifferentlove

Link:HERE

Summary: your dog is unwell and a trip to the vet is in order.

Pairing: Veterinarian!Sam x Reader

Warnings: asshole ex, sick dog

My Review: This is so sweet and fluffy!! I love my fur babies and their care means so much to me! I love my vet but he’s no Sam Winchester! Seriously tooth rotting!!

Taglist: @idreamofplaid @dean-winchesters-bacon @maddiepants @pisces-cutie @covered-byroses @currentlyfangirling99 @spnmightkillme @spnfamily-alwayskeepfighting @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @xxhalfbloodprincessxx @supernaturalsammy01 @sammyimpala-67 @lunarboycas @ladywinchester1967 @sweetiepie-dean @fangirl-forevers-world @thoughtslikeaminefield @supernatural-teamfreewillpage @ruthiesconnells @bobasheebaby @evansrogerskitten @missjenniferb @sculptorofbeginnings @kbl1313 @spnskinnyballs @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @justcallmeasmodeus @ain-t-bovvered @purpleskiesandcherrypies @curly-haired-disaster @getnaildbyme @thoughtslikeaminefield @gripmetight-raisemefromperdition

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royaltyjunk · 7 years

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A Golden Warmth [T, Lloyd/Ursula]

Summary:

It fades away all too quickly, and then she is gone and taking her golden warmth with her, leaving into a winter wonderland that will soon become a winter nightmare. Written for the FE: Community Design challenge on Tumblr.

Author's Ideas: NO I'M NOT DEAD I PROMISE

I had a busier summer than I would think, so I wasn't able to write as much.

Anyway, written for @fe-communitydesign.

We got some Elibe up in here, my dudes. Lloyd/Ursula is like… wow. I don't know how I started shipping it, but I did, and whoo-boy. They are… interesting, to say the least. Lloyd despises Sonia, but Ursula practically worships her. They still manage to treat each other with respect, despite their differences, and there's something about that that makes me wonder about their relationship if you get down to the nitty gritty.

It also doesn't help that the game developers don't tell us jackshit about Ursula and Lloyd's backstories, so I had to do a lot of speculation here.

As always, readable on FanFiction and AO3.

EDIT [09.09.17]: There is now a playlist based on this fic made by yours truly because I’m desperate lol. It’s right here, so give it a listen.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Fire Emblem.

When Ursula was young, she hated the crows.

She would sit by her windowsill and watch the black birds soar, caw, screech and screech until she could hear them in her sleep and yell at them to shut up, shut up, shut up!

She only hated them because they reminded her of herself. A bird that was caged, forced into the same actions every day, every hour, every minute.

Ursula saw the crows as herself. A young girl, trapped in a noble household that refused to feed its citizens, instead choosing to hold extravagant feasts every night. She begged her parents to give them food, but they beat her instead.

She wished she could help those citizens, who viewed her as a spoiled brat who knew nothing of their suffering.

She despised her family.

Her father drank every night, drank himself drunk until he was near dead. Her mother took those opportunities every day to bed other men. Any man who dare come to the castle never came out the same.

Ursula makes to get away one night, when her father lays drunk and unconscious one day, and her mother bedded by another man, as they always are.

She slips into a ragged cloak, pulls the hood over her head, and races down the stairs of the castle, out the garden door.

A gentle glass lantern guides her through the night, and she finds herself on the market streets where the locals starve. She can not bring herself to refuse the cries of her people, and offers the rations that she had packed to all.

Too late does she realize that she will be discovered, and next she knows, Ursula is on the cobblestone streets, pinned beneath castle soldiers, the bread and dried meats she is offering crushed underfoot. Her hood falls from her face, and the villagers shriek and cry aloud.

She scowls at the soldiers, screaming for them to unhand her, for she is the daughter of their lords. Yet they do not, and beat her before throwing her into her room, promising that her parents will see her when dawn comes the next day, whether she was ready or not.

The next morning, her parents are dead, laid in a bloody heap on the floor in front of her room, and a man with dirty blonde hair and a bloodied axe is extending his hand to her, a gently understanding look in his eyes.

She takes his hand.

She never once wonders why.

~ / . / . / ~

Lloyd first meets her when his father comes back from the castle of the lord, his axe on his shoulder.

"There's Father!" Linus points, and the brothers dash forward to meet their father. Yet, as they draw closer, they notice a young girl by his side.

"Father?" Lloyd asks once they stand in front of him, his eyes darting to the girl at his side.

"Later," he murmurs, handing his axe off to another warrior and scooping up the little girl into his arms.

The brothers watch their father walk away, a gentle look in his eyes.

Their father approaches them later during dinnertime, and there's only one question on Lloyd's mind.

"...Who is she?" he asks.

"She's your age. The daughter of those lords. She was thrown in the dungeons, and was going to be executed because she was feeding her people food she snuck from the castle."

"What a terrible set of circumstances," Lloyd murmurs under his breath, and Linus nods in agreement. It's only when they're passing by her room after they've been excused from the dinner table does Linus express his real feelings.

"I've never seen her. Father said she was our age, right?"

"Let me guess where this is going. You want me to go get her out of there?"

Linus nods, and Lloyd rolls his eyes, sighing.

"Fine."

Slowly, he pulls open the door. The room is dark except for a little candlestick on the bedside table. There's a rustle, and a blue-haired girl with sharp eyes comes into view of the light.

"Who are you? Are you going to hurt me? I can hurt you back," she snarls.

"No. I'm Brendan Reed's son, Lloyd Reed."

"Why should I believe in you?"

"You're right, you don't have to. But you can try. Just trust me."

Her face softens, and she looks away, an ashamed expression painting across her features. "You act just like Mr. Brendan… You really are his son, aren't you?"

Lloyd smiles. "Why don't you come outside with us?"

"Us?"

"My brother and I."

She hesitates, but nods. "Okay."

Ursula follows after him, and Linus looks up as they exit the room.

"You actually got her out?" his brother asks.

"Linus!" he scolds.

"I'm right here," Ursula deadpans.

"Sorry," Linus mumbles.

"Linus is… outspoken. He doesn't think before he speaks. At all." Lloyd glares at his sister. Ursula cracks a small smile, letting a gentle laugh slip from her mouth.

"I can see that."

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean!?" Linus cries indignantly, and Lloyd cackles as they hurry out of the Black Fang headquarters.

"Where are you going?" Brendan calls.

"Showing Ursula around!" Lloyd calls over the sound of Linus and Ursula's mock bickering.

"Stay safe!"

"We will!" Lloyd reassures, and then works on breaking up the playful punches they're hurling at each other.

They laugh the whole time, joking until they all sprawl out on a hill, leaning back against the grass.

"Hey, Ursula?" Linus asks suddenly.

"What is it?"

"Do you miss your parents?" Lloyd hisses in objection at his brother's question, but Ursula smiles.

"No," she answers, "I'm glad Mr. Brendan killed them. I hated them."

"Hated them?" Lloyd frowns. "Why?"

"They weren't good," the young teenager looks at him, her blue eyes like chips of ice. "They never loved me."

"That sounds terrible," Lloyd mutters, casting his eyes up at the starlit sky above them.

"It was," Ursula agrees, "but it was for the best."

Her words leave a tingling feeling in his heart. He comes to coin it a golden warmth.

~ / . / . / ~

One night, the leader of the Black Fang introduces them to Sonia.

They have grown since their days as teenagers. Linus and Lloyd make up half of the Four Fangs, and Ursula is on the cusp of becoming one.

Linus and Lloyd tower over her. They both hold immense power - Lloyd is a Swordmaster, and Linus a Hero. Ursula refuses to admit her improvement herself, but Lloyd praises her magic often.

They've grown closer, the three of them, but Lloyd and Ursula especially. Linus smirks every time she sits beside his brother in the dining hall, laughs knowingly whenever Lloyd stares at her during sparring practice. He's always one step ahead of them when they're walking around the headquarters, always volunteers to ride with Uhai so Lloyd can ride with Ursula.

She frowns at the thought of how silly the brothers are acting, considering they're hitting the end of twenty one years by the time the spring starts.

"Lloyd and Linus?" Legault tilts his head, an expression of deep thought on his face. "I think they're just glad, or sharing a secret. That's what they always do. It's a brother thing, I think."

"A secret about me, huh?" Ursula huffs, and Legault.

"Seems so. I do think I already know what that secret is, though."

"Really?" She raises an eyebrow at the thief. "Can't say I'm not intrigued…"

"I think you'll know soon enough," Legault reassures. "If I told you, I think both of them would cleave my head clean off my shoulders."

"Really?" Ursula raises her eyebrow at the thief, and he grins back.

"Wait for it," he hums.

The door to her room opens, and Lloyd glares at Legault.

"Shut it, Hurricane."

"Oh, don't mind me. I'll just be here," Legault whistles, sitting on the other side of Ursula's bed and mockingly covering his eyes.

She blinks. "Am I missing some context?"

"No, but…" he kneels down in front of her, pressing a box into her hands. "I got these for you."

Ursula looks at him strangely. "Where is this coming from?"

"I didn't get you anything for the holidays, did I?"

"I already told you, you didn't have to…" she smiles, taking the box and opening it. A pair of shimmering golden ring-shaped earrings lay nestled among the small box, and her smile grow wider. "Aren't these…?"

"You said you wanted them, didn't you? Why don't you try them on?"

Slowly, she removes the diamond studs on her ears and putting in the golden rings. She smiles.

"They're perfect."

"You look like you're proposing to her!" Legault throws over his shoulder.

Ursula flushes a crimson red, and Lloyd throws him a dirty look.

"Lloyd! Linus! Ursula!" Brendan Reed's booming voice comes from the first floor of the headquarters. Legault waves them off.

"Go on, lovebirds."

"Shut it," Lloyd hisses, and Ursula stands, sighing.

"Come on." Lloyd shoots one last angry look at Legault before following Ursula out of the room.

Linus smirks as they fall into step beside him in the hallway, and he leans over to whisper something in Lloyd's ear, his eyes on the golden earrings dangling from Ursula's ears. Lloyd punches his brother on the arm.

They descend down the stairs, and Brendan turns at the sound of their footsteps. He smiles.

By his side is a woman with jet black hair, blood red lips and nails, eyes the color of pieces of gold.

"This is Sonia," Brendan says, waving a hand at the woman beside him.

Something in Lloyd changes, and Ursula casts him a quick glance. His eyes are dark with worry, and his right hand grips tight around the sword's hilt. His left hand twitches. She turns her eyes back to the two people in front of them, but reaches for Lloyd's hand. He tangles his fingers with hers, squeezing her hand gratefully.

"Father, are you…" Linus starts, but trails off as Brendan mouths "later" at his son.

"Ah, this is Linus, then?" Sonia asks, a smirk on her red lips.

"Yes, this is Linus, that is Lloyd, and that is Ursula."

Sonia sweeps her golden gaze over the young adults. Lloyd grips Ursula's hand tighter, his shoulders growing tense.

"...I see. And those two are involved, are they?" Sonia gestures at Lloyd and Ursula.

"No," Lloyd narrows his eyes at the woman. Ursula bites her lip.

"Hmph. If you say so."

"Let me show you around, Sonia. You three are dismissed." Brendan turns from the trio, gesturing to the first floor of the headquarters.

Lloyd and Ursula hurry up the stairs, Linus following them. They pause in front of Ursula's room.

"I'll see you later," Lloyd murmurs, and Ursula nods, letting go of his hand.

"Okay." She gives the brothers a worried look. "Will you two be okay?"

"Give us a bit of time," Linus hisses under his breath. She nods.

"I will." The woman pushes the door to her room open. Legault looks over his shoulder from where he's spinning a dagger on his finger.

"Back already?"

"Let me guess this little secret you know," she states, and Legault raises an eyebrow. "He has feelings for me, doesn't he?"

"It took you this long to figure it out?"

Ursula groans. "Now I see why Lloyd finds you so annoying…"

"Look, I'm pretty sure you already know your own feelings too."

"Are you certain?" Her eyes are worried.

"Think-" Legault freezes, and before she can ask, he dashes out the side door. Her other door opens at the same time, and she looks over.

"Lloyd?" she tilts her head. "Is something wrong?"

"Can we go on a walk?" he asks. There's an angry look in his eyes, and she stands, nodding.

"Yes. Hold on, let me…" she rummages through her closet, frowning. "Where are my coats…?"

Lloyd drapes his longcoat over her shoulders, and she smiles gratefully at him.

"Ready to go?" he asks, a gentle smile mirrored on his face.

"Yes," she breathes, and he leads her out of the headquarters and through the forest, taking her hand as they walk through the debris. They end up at the edge of the lake, on the edge of defrosting. Slowly, she sits. He sits beside her, and they stare at the horizon in the distance, a gentle silence settling around them.

"I don't like her."

Ursula bites her lip, her gaze glued to Lloyd whose hair is matted with the fog that slithers about the water's edge.

"I don't trust her. There's something about her that just-"

"Lloyd."

He looks at her.

"I'm sure she's fine. You're just worried. It is your father, after all."

He sighs, lowering his gaze. "I guess so." Lloyd throws his head back, running a hand through his damp hair before offering Ursula a crooked smile as he stands. She stands with him, moving to give him his coat back. "Thanks. Keep the coat for now. I'll get it back in the morning."

Her hand clenches against the coat around her shoulders as he brushes past her, moving past Ursula and towards their headquarters.

She spins around, and the noise does not go unnoticed by Lloyd, as he stops pushing through branches of the forest, waiting for her to speak.

"Lloyd."

He turns to look at her, and she purses her lips, keeping her eyes on her feet. She's struggling to keep her composure, and she knows Lloyd can tell, but she continues to speak.

"Lloyd, I-"

"I know."

Ursula glances up at him in surprise, and he smiles. "Trust me."

She giggles. "Of course."

The next day, she finds her coats in Linus's closet, and she refuses to speak to him for the rest of the moon.

~ / . / . / ~

Ursula spends less time with the staff, and more time with the tome, and with Sonia as a result.

Whenever he comes to the training grounds, there they are, throwing magic spells across the snow-covered battlegrounds. Fire and thunder char the snow for all the hours he spends hacking at Linus and more.

"You should talk to her," Linus urges one day as they retire to their rooms. Lloyd's hands clench around the cloth he's cleaning his sword with.

"She's busy," he murmurs in response.

"You love her," Linus retorts.

"...She's probably forgotten her love for me by now," Lloyd runs his fingers along the flat of his blade.

Linus stops removing his armor, looking over his shoulder at his brother. "You're a fucking wimp. You know that, right?"

"Go put your gold in the swear jar," Lloyd jerks his thumb over his shoulder.

"Why the hell do we have that anyways?" Linus yells as he leaves the room.

"That's ten pieces!" Lloyd calls back. Linus's footsteps fade away, and Lloyd sheathes his sword, leaving it on the table beside his bed. Sluggishly, he walks down the hallways of the Black Fang headquarters, letting his feet follow the path he had once thought was instinct. Watching the path his legs lead him, he realizes he doesn't recognize those hallways anymore.

Unfamiliar faces litter the hallways, members of the Black Fang he had never known existed, now salute him. All he can note is the striking golden eyes and jet black hair that some of the recruits have, features that look shockingly familiar to Sonia's.

Black hair as dark as her soul, golden eyes to mimic the golden warmth she had stolen from him.

He tells himself it's just his imagination, out of fear that Sonia has taken over his life.

Lloyd stops himself in front of her room, taking in a deep breath before knocking confidently on her door.

The door to her room opens, and Ursula starts upon seeing the man in her doorway.

"Lloyd…"

He cracks a smile. "Ursula."

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

"Am I not allowed to visit you anymore?"

"No, but… you have duties, and I have mine. We're adults now, Lloyd. Not children, or teenagers."

"Ursula," he grabs her by the shoulders as she attempts to turn and shut the door on him. She looks up at him, and he pulls her into a hug, his hands resting on the small of her back. "I missed you…"

"Lloyd…" she presses a hand against his waist, leaning her forehead against his chest. "I didn't go anywhere…"

"I know, but-" he cuts himself off, and Ursula glances at him.

"Is something wrong?" she looks into his eyes, and her eyes darken. "Is this about Sonia?'

His hands tense up against her back, and she pulls away from him. "I'm worried."

"She's not that bad, Lloyd. She's… She's a good teacher."

"I know, it's just… I don't trust her."

"Lloyd, it's not about trust, it's about-"

"Do you trust me?" He interrupts.

"Of course," she responds, but he hears uncertainty and doubt in her voice, sees darkness in her eyes, feels the golden warmth in her heart seeping away, all because of that witch.

He never sees her again until Sonia assembles the Four Fangs, one year later when the snow falls lightly on their headquarters in Bern.

~ / . / . / ~

He speaks to her one last time before she leaves for the Bern manse.

He finds her in the stable, her hands clenched tightly around a Bolting tome as she saddles her white mare up.

"Ursula," he calls out, and she freezes, turning to look at him.

"The White Wolf."

Her voice is hypnotically sweet, coated with honey and the tone she speaks in is hauntingly familiar to Sonia's.

"I'm sure you know me by a better name, Blue Crow."

"...Lloyd." Her voice is low and soft, and she avoids his eyes.

"Ursula," he lets her name roll off his tongue pointedly. His tone softens. "How long as has it been since I last spoke with you?"

"Two weeks," she responds, and her voice is cold and void, missing that seductive allure it had moments ago and the gentle, genuine sound from years ago, when he had loved her. She reaches for the Elfire tome on the ground by her steed. There's a glimmer of gold behind the bangs that cover her ears, but he doesn't want to dream, only for it to be crushed.

"Since we last really spoke."

She tenses up at that, pursing her thin lips. "I don't have time for your estranged sense of conversation."

"Estranged?" Lloyd curls his lip. "I suppose it's ironic for someone who's become a puppet to say that."

"Who is the true puppet, then? Me? Or you?"

"Am I the one who followed that she-witch, the one who trails behind her like a mutt does its owner, the one who would do anything she ordered? No, I haven't changed. You have."

"...You haven't changed. You really haven't."

"What did you say?"

"I have to go," she states, turning abruptly. The hair hanging in front of her ears flows in front of her face. His eyes widen when he sees the earrings on her ears, golden rings that glimmer under the setting sun.

When he speaks up, his voice is half-caught in his throat, and Ursula barely catches his words.

"Stay safe."

"I am perfectly capable of protecting myself."

"Come back alive," he urges, "we still have to talk."

Ursula looks at him, a placid look on her face, yet the confusion imminent in her eyes.

"Trust me."

She smiles, and for a second, her smile brightens, and he can see the old Ursula. The Ursula that fretted over his injuries, that could barely pick up an Elfire tome without complaining. The blue-haired girl that pushed him into the lake during night hikes on the shoreside, the woman who blushed when he gave her the pair of golden earrings she wore. The Ursula that would never hesitate to stuff snow down his cloak at the first snow of winter, the Ursula that lay on the floor of her bedroom with him on late nights when they were but silly youths on the peak of adulthood, laughing at the stubble growing on his chin.

It fades away all too quickly, and then she is gone and taking her golden warmth with her, leaving into a winter wonderland that will soon become a winter nightmare.

Sometime at night, when Lloyd lays, restless, counting the raindrops that splash against his rooftop, he hears a crow caw, and the White Wolf can only curl into himself deeper, wishing desperately for the golden warmth of the crow that would never reach him through his fur.

The next day, he picks up the Runesword and Iron Rune Sonia gifted him moons ago and makes for the Shrine of Seals, his golden warmth gone.

~ / . / . / ~

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[FIC] Instinct (T) (PART 1)

Member: Jeon Wonwoo Prompt: Werewolf!Wonwoo Word Count: 6,496 Genre: Fantasy, thriller Warnings: Explicit bloodshed, cursing

A/N: whoo, 2 fics in a month. Well actually, I’ve been done with Part 1 of this story for quite a while now, since last December, perhaps? As we’ve been pretty pressed for stories nowadays, I thought that this would serve as a good buffer post in between our large number of requests. But no worries, we’ll get them up and running soon!

Part 2 has not been touched since January, so I’d expect it to be completed only some time later in the year. Do be patient! I really did enjoy writing this as this is my virgin experience writing a fantasy fic. Do let me know what you think ^^

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You’ve been all too familiar with the supernatural for as long as you can remember. Even as a young child, rather than socialising in playgrounds with other human children, your companions consist of three young werewolves, and you spend your childhood years rolling around the mud and grass together under the watchful eyes of your parents and the great Alpha.

There is responsible and meticulous Seungchul, the oldest of the litter of pups and the only pure-born wolf out of the three, being the son of the Alpha. There is the playful Hansol: the Alpha had found him as an infant abandoned in the woods and turned him from a young age. Finally, faithful Mingyu, your older brother. While your brother had taken the oath to join the werewolf ranks as a child, you were spared of the transformation simply because of your gender. You were destined to follow the footsteps of your mother to become the next guardian of the pack, the bridge of communication between the wolves and the human world, as well as a healer and caretaker.

When Seungchul came of age, tradition stated that he should leave and form his own pack, and together with Mingyu and Hansol, you left the comfort of your old home. Though still inexperienced on the field, Seungchul is a noble and powerful Alpha, and despite your small pack size, you all thrived under this new leadership. You assumed your duties as guardian and healer, and the four of you live peaceful lives in your part of the forest.

It is the night after the first full moon as a new pack when the tranquility was broken. The pack members had sensed a disturbance in the air after their monthly transformation; several lone wolves had strayed past your borders, and that was a terrible violation of the code of the werewolves. You eventually reduced yourself to hiding in the safety of your wooden cabin as the sounds of menacing growls, gnashing teeth and ripping fur fill the night air. Not that you aren’t used to violence and bloodshed; you grew up with werewolves, for crying out loud. But should a mere human like you find yourself in the middle of clashing, oversized canines, needless to say you’d be pulverised in seconds.

But that doesn’t stop the way you winced when Mingyu’s yelp of pain was carried through the wind, along with Seungchul’s snarl of defiance and Hansol’s hair-raising howls. You know that you’d have to spend the next morning tending to a sizeable number of injuries from the caterwauling they made.

It’s barely their first battle, and they’d have to defend themselves for the rest of their lives. The pack’s extremely competent fighters, you should know. They’ll be fine.

At the crack of dawn, someone raps at your door, causing you to throw your covers onto the floor as you rush to open it. You don’t need any other confirmation to know that it is Mingyu outside the cabin. Though you aren’t a wolf yourself, you have pretty decent intuition. He was probably pretty hurt from last night; he had always been the pacifist out of the three, unwilling to fight unless terribly necessary. It’s only rational for him to bring his injuries to you rather than waiting for you to show up at the den later.

“Shit,” you gasp at the sight of your bedraggled older brother, now back in human form. He isn’t that beaten up as you had imagined (you have a pretty wild one, admittedly), but he has to hold onto the frame of the doorway for support as his free hand clutches onto his waist.

“Yeah,” he half-chuckles, bleeding from the gash on his chest. “Had my back turned for a fucking split second. Rookie mistake.” You waste no time, grabbing your stash of medical supplies with practiced ease. But before you can even usher him in to treat his injuries, Mingyu makes a swift grab on your wrist, pulling you out of the house once you got the equipment. For an injured wolf, he sure moves fast as he has you stumbling clumsily through the woods.

“Dude, what gives?” you yelp in surprise, the winter-frosted leaves beneath your feet crunching rapidly as you jogged past the trees. “No time,” replies your brother between his exhausted wheezing. “We’ve a crisis back in the den. We need you there as soon as possible.”

“And what about you?!”

“I’ll be fine, but we need to hurry.” It’s common knowledge that werewolves can heal themselves within a short span of hours, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t feel pain. And Mingyu is a sucker at pain; you had an episode of the hissy-fit he had thrown when he had a thistle caught in his paw to prove it. So you figured that whatever’s up in the den must truly be important should Mingyu be willing to actually delay his treatment. You steel your legs, trying to keep up with your older brother’s lengthy strides until you both arrive at the pack’s ‘den’: a similar looking but bigger wood cabin than yours situated next to a running fresh river. Mingyu all but throws the door open and pulls you inside, glancing around the different doors while keeping a firm grip on your wrist.

You spot Hansol sitting in the couch next to the fireplace, tending to a scrape on his wrist, while Seungchul’s nowhere to be seen. You quickly assume that your Alpha is the one in danger, and you turn with a mind to dash up towards his room. But Mingyu is quick to tug you towards the other direction. “Guest room,” he mutters to himself as he marches off towards the other end of the hall with you in tow.

You crinkle your eyebrows in confusion. The guest room? Nonetheless, you hurry after him, expecting to be greeted with Seungchul’s mangled body lying in the spare room, but before Mingyu even lays a hand on the doorknob, the door to the guest room flings inward, revealing your Alpha, whole and well.

“Oh, good,” Seungchul hastily greets you. He barely looks physically injured, though the black fringe of his hair sticks to his forehead, slick with perspiration. “You’re here.”

“How’s he doing?” Mingyu questions, finally loosening the iron grip on your wrist.

“Not good, he fell back into unconsciousness just as we managed to get him here. You came right on time,” Seungchul glances at you and your medical supplies. “I don’t know how much longer he’s able to hold on.”

By this time, you are able to put two and two together, and realise that the subject at hand isn’t a member of your pack, but an outsider. And chances are, he’s most likely not a wolf, which meant that his life is literally hanging by a thread, going by the words of Seungchul. “I’m on it,” you quickly tell him, shoving past the two tall males to get into the room, and you already expected the sight in front of you.

A beaten, bloodied figure lies squarely in the middle of the bed, the bruises dotting all over his pale skin greatly contrasting against the snow white sheets. A young male, you observe, barely older than twenty. Stripped down to the flesh, his body is tainted with red streaks of crusted, dirtied flesh wounds, barely leaving any inch of exposed skin untouched. Even with your years’ worth of experience as the pack guardian, you have never seen that much bloodshed on another living being before. But while the images of them would have sent anyone recoiling in horror, the worst of them all lies just on the stretch of skin just above his left wrist. Five deep, dark holes punctured on delicate muscle, crudely aligned in the shape of a semicircle. Your stomach churns as you try to even begin to fathom it.

It is a bite mark, ghastly dyed in a sickly shade of green and purple, still oozing out blood and pus. Deep enough to tear through tissues and penetrate bone, it leaves a broken, lifeless arm in its wake. A wolf bite, there’s no doubt about it; you’ve seen enough of them to last you a lifetime. While practically harmless to wolves, it definitely has devastating effects on any human being. It is truly a wonder that he’s able to pull through for this long.

“Oh, Sirius…” you find yourself cursing, your hand flying to your mouth on instinct.

“Yeah, it’s pretty serious,” grunts your Alpha, walking up to stand next to you. You are in far too much of a shock to respond to his half-assed pun, and you turn to the other two wolves for some sort of clarification as you quickly set down your supplies next to the bed. “We found him lying just within our borders, reeking of mutt scents. Those fuckers used this poor kid as a bait to lure us into an ambush. He was barely breathing by the time we ripped their heads off.”

“Filthy mongrels,” bitterly spits Mingyu.

“From what I can see, he was bitten just mere hours ago, right before the full moon,” Seungchul states. “Still, it’s amazing he’s still breathing. Any ordinary person would have been dead by now.” You wince at those words, suddenly filled with resolve to save the dying man before you. “Does that mean he will…” you hear Mingyu’s pensive voice from behind you, his voice trailing off as he considers the possibility. And even with your back turned against the two wolves, you can picture Seungchul’s nodding all too well.

“Yes, if he can fight the infection. Come the next moon or so,” Seungchul solemnly intones. “He may very well be one of us.” Your actions on his wounds falter at your Alpha’s words, and Mingyu lets out a low sigh of sorrow. Normally, the prospect of an additional member to your pack would have excited you, but seeing someone this horridly mauled and robbed of his humanity in just hours… it just seemed too cruel. When he awakes, he’ll be an entirely different being. Subconsciously, your fingers ghost over the male’s gnarly arm and settles just above the nook of his elbow. I’m sorry, you had the burning urge to tell the unconscious boy.

Seungchul clears his throat, clearly unnerved by the existing tensions in the air. “I’ll leave him with you, we’ll be outside if we need anything. The hot water tray’s to your right.”

Without waiting for your verbal reply, you hear two sets of footsteps trudging heavily out of the room. As soon as the door slams shut, you get down to work. You just have to keep him alive until his wolf DNA kicks in to do the job for you. You are glad Seungchul had the sense to remove his clothing to make your job easier, but you had to force back a grimace as you laid eyes on the ripped, shredded sweater sprawled across the floor. It definitely wasn’t a red sweater before. The flesh wounds you handle easily enough, you’ve dealt with them ever since you were a little girl. With years of practiced ease, you swiftly administer the necessary medication, applying ointment and bandaging his chest. The medicine was brewed from the precious, rare mountainside herbs you’ve sparingly picked. If they proved to be effective on wolves, there’s no doubt that it will be on a human. The bite wound needs a little more work. Though, there’s no way you’re able to stop the way the wolf venom creeps up his veins like a sickly, unrelenting creeper plant, seeping its way towards his brain.

In other words, he is a doomed werewolf.

You can only wash the bite with the hot water Seungchul provides, sterilising it before wrapping it around with a thick layer of gauze. You run a soft finger down the length of the bite, silently praying for its quick recovery. With the flesh wounds out of the way, there’s still one more thing you have to worry about. His body is working up a serious fever, his skin burning up in temperatures that feels like scalding iron on your fingertips; whether it is from the werewolf venom, or infection, you can’t tell (though you desperately hoped it isn’t the latter). Werewolves hardly fall sick, weathered by the harsh forest environment coupled with their naturally high immune system. In fact, the only time they ever burn up this much… You shudder as you recall the yearly mating seasons, a time which your older brother made sure you steered well clear of.

Still, you can’t let him be like this, so you throw open the windows, allowing the autumn-chilled breeze to cool down his body. You ditch the warm water for the cool one running from the tap in the guest bathroom, after rinsing the towel of its red contaminant.

“Please be okay,” you murmur, gently rubbing the wet towel across his chest and neck, wishing that you’ve paid closer attention to your mother when she had taught you about illnesses as a child. Nonetheless, you sincerely try your best. But at this angle, you are able to take a closer look at the injured boy without the gory mess of blood everywhere, and you have to admit, your heart actually skipped a beat.

This boy is beautiful. With ash grey hair falling just below his double-lidded, long-lashed eyes, a prominent nose above perky, chapped lips, his skin a creamy porcelain, collarbones forming well-defined but brittle ridges under his neck… He looks too delicate as he does good-looking; he looks like an ethereal god, yet you fear that he may break under the softest touch.

“Where did you come from?” you whisper, lightly rubbing the skin near his clavicle.

You’ve been around supernatural beings for all your life, and aside from your mother, you’ve never been around another living human being. And that very thought fascinates you. Dealing with werewolves is a fast-paced affair; slap on a band-aid or two and they’d be up and about in hours. Hence seeing someone this… frail, made you feel all the more protective over him.

Even with his lifespan as a human dwindles by the seconds, you can’t help but still feel drawn to him. For now, he’s still just like you; you have got to save him.

You dip the towel back into the basin and dabbed it carefully across his forehead after wringing out the excess water. Slowly but meticulously, you trace the wet cloth down his temple, across his intricately carved jawline, finally resting it on the side of his neck. But to your surprise, he begins to tremble under your touch, and you lightly withdraw your arm. Is he…

His closed eyelids flutter, and you can see the way his pupils move under the thin strip of skin as he gradually stirs into consciousness. You find yourself leaning forward in anticipation, the towel left forgotten in the basin. It takes a while, but his eyes crack open just by a sliver, revealing two stunning black orbs set in bloodshot whites. You heave out the breath of relief you have been holding. He’s okay, he’ll be okay…

Yet, though his eyes shift about the room, they are soulless and dull, as though he is barely aware of his surroundings. His once-shallow rise and falls of his chest grows heavier by seconds, his limbs shivering, and his lips crack open, allowing him to emit a terrified, pained whimper. Stunned, you watch as he tries to force words out of his throat, probably rubbed raw from the earlier ordeal. “H… H-Help…” At that, you snap out of your daze. Of course he would be disoriented once he awakens, he’s basically lived through hell and back. Pity wells around your chest, and you lay a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Shh, you’re okay now…” you soothe, hoping that even with his foggy mind, he can still somehow understand you. “Everything’s alright. You’re safe here.”

He seems to hear you, and his bleary eyes slowly drift their way to meet yours, the cries of help quelling in his throat. In the rays of the rising morning sun, you see the way his misty onyx irises dilate as he registers your presence. Every hair along your nape stands on end as you drink in the sight in front of you, and your heart begins to palpitate as you lock your gazes. W-What is this feeling?

It feels like an eternity to you, but it was just mere milliseconds before his eyelids slide shut, allowing him to slip back into the dark abyss of unconsciousness. The breath you held in your lungs is expelled shakily, and you pull yourself away from his body. He’ll be okay, you keep telling yourself. You should leave him to rest now.

But that doesn’t stop the way your heartstrings tug as you step away from his frail body, and you fight the urge to remain by his side. But your pack still needs you with them. You finally tear your eyes away from him and trudge out of the guest room. Your three packmates are out in the living room, exhausted after a long night in the full moon.

You feel like you’re operating on autopilot as you begin to tend to your brother’s injuries.

“Is he alright?” your Alpha groans from your right, an ice pack resting over his left shoulder. You don’t trust your voice, but you get out a nod to respond to him. He grunts in approval, as well as in slight discomfort as he stands up. “We’ll begin our initiation once he recovers.”

“But is it safe? We don’t know anything about this boy at all,” comes Hansol’s quiet, concerned voice from next to the fireplace. You know where he’s coming from. From the old stories your mother had told you, humans who wished to join a pack were made werewolves by their own consent, not out of force. These humans would have to spend years intermingling with the species, establishing mutual trust and rapport before obtaining approval from the Alpha once he expresses his wish to turn. But this is not the case. The boy is savagely infected against his will, and there’s no undoing this.

Seungchul solemnly nods. “Yes, but we have no choice. We can’t simply leave a fledgling wolf out there by himself. Who knows what he’d be capable of. Like it or not, we have to care for him now.”

None of you can argue with that.

Seungchul glances despondently towards the guest room before lowering his head, as though grieving. “He’s one of us.”

The boy takes a surprisingly short time to recover, the effects of the wolf bacteria kicking in sooner than you’ve expected. By your second visit the next day, he’s more lucid, waking up upon your arrival, though he is still unable to talk. He watches you with dull, unresponsive eyes as you change the bandage of his bite wound.

You quickly introduce yourself to him, not wanting him to feel threatened by the fact that you’re a complete stranger tending to his injuries.

You aren’t sure if he’s able to speak, or if he simply doesn’t have the will to, but somehow or another, you wanted to fill the air with something other than choking silence. So you talk to him, about anything your mind wanders off to: the fall weather, the scenery, how you spotted a squirrel on the way to the den. Naturally, he offers no response, though he keeps his eyes trained on every little movement you make.

“Are you comfortable?” you ask him, wondering if he’s feeling stiff from lying down in bed for almost twenty four hours. The boy looks at you with shadowed eyes before poking out his tongue to moisten his dried lips. Even the sight of that small appendage has your body slowly heating up, and you have to look away before your heart threatens to burst out of your chest.

This boy does things to you, and you can’t even begin to decipher just what it is. And to think that you don’t even know his name to begin with.

Nonetheless, you slap on a stoic mask and help him readjust his pillow, so that he can sit upright to down the painkillers you’ve went out to town to purchase for him. You’d prefer if he had some solid food to go down with it, but according to Seungchul, he had vehemently refused to eat when Mingyu cooked up some porridge this morning. It’s the influence of the transformation, you note. It makes any fledgling feel impatient, lethargic, antsy and all around unpleasant. He will only experience worse from hereon until he first transforms. Only then will his body finally adjust and cope as a entirely new being.

He swallows his medication without any fuss, and you to nod in satisfaction. You back away once he is done, allowing the drug to take effect. He’d be in and out of consciousness for the time being as he recovers. The combined effects of both his wounds and the sudden transformation may prove exhausting for his body to cope. “Rest now, I’ll come by to check up on you tomorrow morning.“

What you don’t expect is the burst of energy he gets when his hand shoots out to latch around your wrist, and his touch alone sends a wave of ice that freezes every limb until you’re stuck in place. You turn to look at him, meeting his eyes that flash with panic.

“S-Stay,” he chokes out weakly, and you almost can’t hear him over your thundering thumps of your heart. “What?” you gasp.

“Please.” His voice, though scratchy from the lack of use, has a deep baritone ring that sends powerful chills down your spine. “Stay…” He must be terrified to be left alone after such a horrifying experience, you deduce, feeling yourself soften in pity. And since you just happened to be the first person he had seen after regaining consciousness, it is understandable that he’d sought comfort from your presence. As reassuringly as you can, you raise your free hand and places it over the one tightly clamped over your wrist.

“If that’s what you want,” you tell him. “I’m not going everywhere.”

You feel him search your eyes, his irises glistening over mistily. “Promise?” he ekes out, and you swear that you’ve melted on the spot, smiling warmly down at him as you nod. “Rest now.”

You end up patiently waiting as he drifts off into slumber. Only then did you finally muster the will to pull your hand away from his and slip quietly out of his room.

But it hasn’t been half a day until Seungchul calls you on your cellphone, when you’re taking a nap back at your own cabin. “What’s wrong?” you ask in slight panic. “Is the new kid okay?”

“He’s exactly the problem,” your Alpha confesses in a rush. “You need to come over—” His voice abruptly cuts off as a crash is heard in the background. Hansol’s voice, muffled yet cracking with alarm, comes next. “Tell her to goddamned hurry!”

“Chul!” you gasp into the phone, grasping at the device in worry as you’re tossing on a sweater. “What’s happening?!”

“We told him the truth!” Seungchul snaps at you. Another crash from the other end of the line has you barrelling out of the door already. “You can say that he didn’t take the truth too well. Please, we need you over here. He keeps calling for you and we don’t know what the fuck else to do!”

“What?!”

Seungchul is about to start a reply, when you hear a guttural cry from the other end, deep and thick with desperation, but the words formed from it are unmistakable. It is crying out for you, choking out your name as though it’s the only thing that’s keeping him alive. The boy’s, you realise in horror, the voice belongs to the boy!

“Shit, are you still there?” Seungchul hisses, noticing how silent you’ve grown. “Yeah, right here.” Shakily, you finally approach the den, chest heaving from the run, your cellphone still pressed against your ear. You are able to hear the crashes from both inside the house and from your phone, along with what sounds like the clanging of heavy metal against concrete. You swallow, unsure if you have the courage to face what’s going on inside.

But you’re the caretaker of the pack. No matter what, their wellbeing must always come first. The boy needs you. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, pushing open the front door after muttering a quick prayer to the stars for yourself.

“I’m here,” you bark as authoritatively as you can, your first sight being Mingyu backed up against the door to the guest room, while it sounds like there is a rough scuffle going on between the other three males inside the room.

“The fuck?!” Mingyu snarls at the sight of you, catching you off-guard as he lunges forward to grab you by the wrist. His eyes ablaze, your brother turns to yell, “I thought I told you not to call her! We got it under control!”

“It doesn’t sound like ‘control’ to me,” you snap back at him, tipping toes to glance past Mingyu’s gargantuan height. “Seungchul, what’s going on?!”

Your question is drowned out by a single howl of anguish that chills you down to the bone, and Mingyu holds you by your shoulder urgently. “Go home, you can’t be here. It’s way too dangerous.”

“You have no rights to tell me that, Mingyu. I’m the guardian of this pack, and I’m here to help.”

“And I’m your goddamned older brother,” he growls back. “How am I supposed to tell mom and dad that I stood by to let you get mauled by a fucking fledgling?!”

“Kim Mingyu, I swear to Sirius, if you don’t let me pa—”

“We’ve got him chained up for now,” Hansol stumbles out, wheezing. His declaration took a moment to sink in. “Ch-chained up?” you gasp as Mingyu lets go of your shoulders. “Why would you..?”

Seungchul exits the room soon after, his eyes filled with regret and distress. He is obviously not too happy with this arrangement as well. “We had no choice. Once he woke up, he was tearing the house apart, and calling out for you. He’s almost fully werewolf now, getting too powerful to stay unrestrained. All it takes is a single misstep and a lot can go wrong.”

“And how is he doing now?” you carefully ask, noting the sudden silence from the guest room.

“Ultra pissed,” is Hansol’s only disgruntled answer, and that’s enough to fill you with determination. “I’m going to talk to him.”

“No you’re not,” Mingyu is quick to argue, shuffling to stand between you and his Alpha, and effectively blocking your way to the room. “Mingyu,” Seungchul intones tiredly. “We need to know why the kid’s behaving like this. It’s the only way we can make him calm down.”

“I’m not letting my sister anywhere near that monster!” Mingyu roars, the walls rattling with the force of his voice.

“He’s not a monster!” you rebuke, feeling a surge of protectiveness overwhelming you like a wave. You’ve seen the boy yourself, he’s vulnerable, weak and scared out of his wits. There’s no way he’s able to hurt even a fly. A sweeping glance across Seungchul and Hansol tells you that they weren’t even hurt from their attempts to restrain him. He hadn’t been attacking at all, and Mingyu’s clearly misunderstanding him! The thought has you putting your foot down in indignation. “He needs our help, and like it or not, I will be helping him.”

Your brother scoffs with disbelief, the sympathy he had felt for the newcomer just yesterday completely dissipating. “Are you just going to let her?” It is a clear challenge to your Alpha, if Hansol’s bewildered expression is anything to go by, but Seungchul calmly meets his packmate’s searing eyes. “She will do what she needs to do.”

An Alpha’s word is law.

Mingyu’s anger crumbles for a moment in dismay, but he’s quick to replace it back again. “Some Alpha you turned out to be,” he sneers, shoving past Hansol and heading straight for his room. The subsequent loud slamming of the door has the three of you flinching.

You sigh, completely used to your brother’s protective outbursts at this point, but you can tell that his words had left an impact on Seungchul, the latter bowing his head as though in self-doubt. He is still new at the whole Alpha thing, you sympathise, it’s natural that he’s self-conscious about his abilities. Gently, you reach out to pat his arm. “I’m going in there,” you tell the two wolves left in the room.

Your Alpha clears his throat immediately, slapping on a firm, stoic mask. “Yell if you need me, I’ll be right here.”

“Be careful,” Hansol adds, and you can tell that Mingyu’s words had struck a chord in him too. You nod at the both of them before turning to the room.

“His name is Wonwoo,” Seungchul calls after you, as though belatedly realising that the boy’s name would be of essential information for you. /Wonwoo/, you let the name settle in your mind as you push the door open. For some reason, the name seems to ring in familiarity, resonating through your mind like an incessant echo.

The heavy wooden door groans as you swing it open and as though the room has been filled with vacuum, the breath in your lungs expel completely. “Oh my gosh,” you whimper at the sight before you. Wonwoo…

The boy, just as what Hansol had told you, has been restrained, the thick metal chains running across the ground and bolted securely against the cement walls. He has receded himself to the corners of the room, his arm protectively wrapped around his knees. His pupils are constricted and darting about across the room. To him, you realise, dealing with Hansol and Seungchul, two powerful, full-fledged werewolves, was like reliving the same nightmare all over again. Even with his body half-hidden in shadow, you can still him trembling in apprehension, sending the iron chains rattling against the floor. His physical injuries are non-existent by now, a miraculous improvement compared to his state yesterday, but to you, he looks worse than you can ever have imagined.

At the sound of the door opening, Wonwoo snaps his head towards you and writhes further towards the corner despite being backed up against the wall. The very sight of it tears your heart in half.

“Wonwoo…” You let his name settle on your tongue for the first time, and though your voice wavers, it catches his attention nonetheless.

His bleary eyes seem to focus, and the creases imprinted on his forehead smooths out as he slowly calms down. He unravels the arms around his knees, allowing them to droop lifelessly on his side. With the ruckus from earlier dying into complete silence, the sounds of the chains clanging around each other sends a wave of unease down your spine. This boy doesn’t belong here.

“Where have you been?” he whimpers, sounding so broken.

“Oh, Wonwoo,” you breathe out, rushing over to crouch next to him, Mingyu’s words of caution be damned. Your arms automatically wind themselves around the boy’s frail shoulders, and he instinctively leans his frame against you, allowing you to feel his powerful shivers.

It should feel weird, having a man you barely know clinging onto you. But it just feels… right.

“I was so scared,” he confesses, his sweat-slicked forehead pressed up against the crook of your neck. “I know, I’m sorry,” you tell him. You lift your hand to smear away the tears and perspiration from other his eyes. But he reaches out to wrap his long fingers around your wrist.

“It’s not true, right?” he rasps, his eyes turning up to meet yours. “Please tell me it’s not true.”

You already know what he’s talking about, and you tighten your hug around him. “i’m sorry,” you tell him again, but you know that no amount of apologies is able to undo his fate. Wonwoo fists the cloth of your shirt, his clutch feeble.

“I’m…” he stutters brokenly. “Am I a monster?”

You falter. He must have overheard what Mingyu had said. “No, of course not,” you quickly assure him. “You’ll never be a monster. Not to me, not to any of us.”

He coughs weakly. “I don’t want this.”

“I know, I know…” you comfort the shivering man to the best of your ability. “I am so sorry this happened to you. But Wonwoo, I promise, we’re all here to take care of you. Please don’t be afraid anymore.”

He sniffles, the grip on your shirt slackening and his eyes flutter shut. Even though the way his sweat creates damp marks across your shirt is uncomfortable to say the least, you continue to hold onto him as he drifts back into sleep, the frown lines across his face melting serenely.

As gently as you can, you lean his head against the corner of the wall, untangling your limbs from his. Before you pull away from him, you place your palm against his cheek warmly, wishing that you’re in power to remove the shackles restraining him, but you know that Seungchul has to be the one who gives the green light to free him.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper to him. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You make your way out of his room to beckon the help of your packmates. When you swing open the door again, Seungchul snaps his heads towards you.

“He’s asleep,” you tell him immediately, wondering where the youngest werewolf Hansol is. But your curiosity goes unnoticed as he returns to his slumped position on the couch.

You scoot towards the couch and sink your bottom heavily into it next to him. He has not moved an inch since you’ve left, but his head is now propped on his knuckles, seemingly in deep thought or confusion. “Hey you,” you call out to him, trying to get his attention. But without lifting his head, he murmurs his reply.

“I’ve got Hansol to send word to my father. He’ll know what to do”

Well, you got your answer.

Though he isn’t the most experienced of Alphas, Seungchul had trained extensively under his father since he was a pup, and did everything with such resolution, hardly anything had daunted him before. But at such unforeseen circumstances, even the wisest Alpha in the forest would have been caught off-guard. You can easily see how much this affects him.

“Do you think I could’ve done anything differently?” he asks you. “Honestly… No,” you reply. “You did what’s best for him and the pack. We couldn’t have just let him die in the forest, and taking him in was only the right thing to do. You said it before yourself: we can’t possibly let a fledgling roam around unattended.” You had hoped that you sounded more confident than you felt, but going by the pensive look in his eyes, you know you hadn’t.

“And don’t listen to Mingyu. He’s just being the overprotective tool he always is. I would pity his future mate,” you weakly attempt to joke “He’s never been around fledglings before.”

“Neither have I,” he retorts, the brusqueness of his voice coming from disappointment than irritation. “I was barely a pup when Mingyu himself was turned. What kind of Alpha does it make me when I have never experienced things any other Alphas would have?”

“Every Alpha has to come from somewhere, even your father,” you reassure him. “You’re a great Alpha, Seungchul, and Mingyu knows that too. We all just need a little more time to… get used to these new circumstances. It’ll be okay.”

The conversation lapses into silence, and you only watch Seungchul gnaw on his lower lip, as though he is internally debating on whether or not to talk.

“How did he know your name?” he finally asks.

“Huh?” you dumbly respond, not expecting his question.

“The boy, Wonwoo,” he explains. “He was crying out your name just now when Hansol and I checked up on him. We just found it odd, since he’s been mostly unconscious for the entirety of yesterday.”

“I told him my name when I was patching him up this morning. I just didn’t expect him to be conscious enough to remember it.” you mumble, half to yourself, and Seungchul narrows his eyes at your words. Wonwoo’s desperate yelling through the phone haunts you once again, and you shudder to get rid of the noise inside your head.

“I know I’m going to sound very cruel when I say this,” Seungchul begins hesitantly, and you cast him a wary look, not sure if you’re going to like the subsequent words coming out of his mouth. “I see that you’re getting really attached to him, and I’m really grateful that you’re so willing to help save someone that isn’t… you know, one of us. But listen, for a new wolf to join a pack, he should be able to establish mutual trust with the pack first, this you know as well as I do. Wonwoo, to put it bluntly, is regarded as an outsider, an intruder if you will.”

You wince at that word use. It can’t be that even Seungchul’s having feelings of animosity against Wonwoo too, right?

“The thing is,” he quickly adds. “We don’t know what he’s like, and he doesn’t know our pack traits and customs. This alone can prove to be detrimental to the hierarchy of the pack. I don’t think the others would be very comfortable letting him stay in the den once he turns, definitely not comfortable enough to let him join our pack as of yet. We don’t know if he is aggressive enough to cause any danger. It may not be safe for you to be around him.”

“Wonwoo isn’t like that,” you try to defend him. “Seungchul, please, I’ve spoken to him. He’s just scared; he’s been attacked by mutts for Sirius’ sake. He merely reacted out of fear, that’s all.”

Seungchul presses his lips together pensively. “I hope you’re right. But just as an extra precaution — I hope you can understand this — until I get a hold of my father in the West, please at least try to distance yourself from the boy. I’m the Alpha, I have to put the safety of my pack above everything else. Because once he tries to do something to endanger you or the others…” Your heart falls as he wrings his fingers together. “I will not hesitate to chase him out of our territory.”

PART 2 TO BE RELEASED LATER THIS YEAR. LOOK OUT FOR IT :)

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