#but wolf moon went so crazy

[klausysworld]

hello, can you do a one-shot for soulmates au, where klaus and stefan are in the summer making hybrids and they go to ray's pack, and when they start to convert everyone klaus catches the scent of his soulmate and is surprised that she is an omega and notices that some wolves try to subdue her and klaus quickly takes care of them.

Lovely little omega

Klaus stood looking proudly at the wolves as they all passed around a cup with Klaus’s blood and begrudgingly took a sip and awaited Stefan to snap their necks.

He breathed in deeply and went to let out a sigh of success but the scent that filled his senses caught him off guard.

His eyes darted around to where he saw a few of the waiting wolves huddled and exchanging harsh whispers and staring at something or someone.

Whatever it was, smelt positively delicious.

He pushed past the half dead almost hybrids and growled when he heard a gushing as the men turned to face Klaus and pushed someone behind them.

“Move. Now.” He commanded and watched them all hesitate but choose to remain stood in place. He narrowed his eyes and looked to Stefan who forcefully moved, borderline threw, them out of Klaus’s way to reveal the wolves secret.

Klaus stood frozen as the small girl that looked up at him with wide fearful eyes. A gold ring of colour flashing around her irises as he felt his own eyes do the same.

His wolf was starstruck and dead silent in his head which had his reaction time reduced and left him staring at her in wonder.

Thankfully she was better in contact with her wolf as she hadn’t had hers locked away and so her instincts immediately told her who he was to her.

She took an apprehensive step forward and wrapped both arms around his waist making his breath get caught in his throat. Her head rest against his chest making his heart run a thousand times a second. His wolf snapped back to reality and his hands were pulling her up his body to have a proper hold of her as quick as he could.

He growled as a few of the wolves began to grow angsty

“Look man, you get the whole pack but not her just put her down” one of them yelled while moving to grab ahold of her arm resulting in Klaus snapping his wrist and then his neck

“Shit okay, alright look you can’t turn an omega alright? She hasn’t even experienced her first heat alright? She isn’t ready” another stepped up and Klaus scowled and stroked her hair

“Stefan kill the lot of them, I’ll be over in the trees” Klaus mumbled dismissively and carried his new found omega mate away from her old pack.

He felt her nuzzling and sniffing his scent glad against his neck making his wolf pant with desire. Her soft little tongue licked right over his sensitive spot making him shudder and hold onto her tightly

“Now now sweetheart, I haven’t even heard your name” he chuckled and she whined. It being a full moon for an omega wolf was a big deal, her sensitivity was peaked and finding her mate who was one of the most powerful alpha wolves known to exist was driving her to insanity.

Her hands tugged at his henley like a needy baby and he hummed lowly as he put her down onto her feet. “Dainty little thing aren’t you puppy?” He murmured seeing the top of her head barely at his shoulders.

“Need alpha” she whined needly as her hands grabbed and pulled at him. His eyes flicked over her delicate frame a few times as she pressed all up against him

“My lovely little omega, I know you’re all hot and bothered tonight and I would love to have my hands all over you, but I won’t take advantage of your instincts darling.” He whispered trying his very best to hold everything he wanted to do to her in his mind. She was his mate, his prized possession not a toy for him to throw away in an hour.

But she didn’t understand him. Wasn’t his wolf going as crazy as hers? Was she not desirable enough? All of the wolves in her pack had wanted her, needed the touch of an omega every since she were a child the wolves treated her as though she were their darling pet. Never really treated as a human but more a precious gem. She was used to it and didn’t understand why he wasn’t all over her.

“Please?” She whispered a little reluctantly, she frowned and took a little step back “do you…not feel it?” She asked, a twinge of hurt in her voice making his eyes widen and his head switch between nodding and shaking

“I do love, definitely do. But you’re a delicate little angel and I would hurt you” he argues “besides it’s the full moon sweetheart, you’ll be in your sweet puppy form within hours if not sooner” he reminds and she tilts her head

“So?” She asked confused and he blinked surprised “you’re a wolf too right?” She asked sniffing him a little more to make sure she had got his hybrid scent right.

“Ye-yeah I just, you mean you would…in your wolf form? Love who have you let touch your pretty figure?” He questioned while his hands dropped to her hips and pulled her to him, not liking the thought of another touching his mate.

She nods and happily stood with her front against his “well Ray was my alpha so-“ an instant growl cut her off and had her wolf falling into an immediate obedience and silencing her for him. “I’m…I’m sorry” she whispered “I didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed”

“It’s not your fault darling omega” he murmured while holding her closer “I will ensure that sorry excuse of a man is dead as soon as possible. From now onwards you are mine and only mine, are we clear sweetheart? No more wolves get close to you, not sniffing those mutts, you get hungry, sleepy, you need or want for anything at all and you come straight to me okay? I’m your alpha, just yours forever, yes?” He spoke clear and relatively slow to insure she took in all information.

“Promise” she whispered and he smiled

“Now what’s your name princess?” He hummed watching as a bright blush spread over her cheeks

“Y/n” she whispered and he grinned

“Perfect, do you know who I am?” He asked gently

“The hybrid” she stated like it were obvious and he smirked a little bit

“Not quite my name sweetheart but close enough. You may call me Klaus or just keep calling me Alpha” he growled pleasantly and she nuzzled into his chest again with a pure rolling through her. He stroked her hair gently and hummed

“Will you be with me to turn alpha?” She asked and he let out a breath

“Of course I will my omega” he smiled and she snuggled him closer making him sigh in contentment. “And I will stay forever after that”

“You promise?”

“I give you my word”

(Ngl ran out of my creativity half way through 😭)

[buckyshoneybunny]

The White Wolf (Part 3)

Wolf/Alpha!Bucky + Wildlifephotographer!curvy!reader   

W.C- 1082 

Warnings- Almost smut, cursing.  18+!!

A/N- Thank you for all the love!! I made an AO3 account, the link is on my pinned post, still working on making a masterlist. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series, I promise the next part will be the long-awaited smut lol.  Sorry it took so long. Anyway, hope you enjoy! P.S.- I have some juicy ideas for other stories I'm going to start outlining, I really hope you guys like them.

Taglist-   @blackbirdwitch22 @lesleurs @nelachu2423 @shadowzena43 @calwitch @laughterafter

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 4, Part 5 Masterlist Series Masterlist

Bucky couldn’t believe he found his mate. He’d been drinking the fresh lake water when he’d smelled the most delicious scent he’d ever smelled, granted he couldn’t smell much, only what helped him survive. Werewolf senses were weird. He’d heard the sound of a twig snapping, that’s when he saw you, he felt a rush of desire and heat go through him, causing him to growl and scare you.  

His response to that? Chase you, which ended with him getting a nasty cut on his leg. When you tripped and hit your head, he had dragged you to his cabin, thrown a blanket over you and went to his bedroom, laying on the big dog bed in the corner. 

He’d been so wrapped up in trying to get the stinging pain to go away he didn’t notice you’d woken up, and when you took care of his wound? He was done for. He snuggled close to you the whole time Steve was there, he could see the knowing look in Steve’s eyes. 

When you agreed to stay, to say he was over the moon was an understatement. He laid down close to the edge of the woods and had fallen asleep while he waited for you to get back.  

(Present) 

Bucky wakes up with a pounding head, his white fur coated with dirt. When he looks around, he sees he’s in a cage. He growls. Another wolf growls, Bucky turns his head to see a wild haired wolf, chipped teeth, and crazy eyes. Walker. 

The fuck is this? He growls. 

This is me claiming the forest for my pack, I see you have a beauty now, might have to check her out in person myself. Bucky could hear the smugness in Walker’s voice. 

You lay a hand on her and I’ll rip your fucking head off. He was seething. 

No need to be rude, James.  

Don’t start that shit with me, Walker, let me go. 

Hmm, no.  

You’ll regret this. 

I don’t think I will. With that Walker walks off, to where, Bucky doesn’t know or care. Walker must’ve forgotten what a feral alpha in rut is capable of, especially one trying to get back to his mate.  

With his head pounding he decides to take a nap, Walker must’ve hit him harder than he thought. A couple of hours later he’s roused from his nap by the sound of someone calling his name.  

“Bucky!” Steve whisper-yells for the hundredth time. Buck lifts his head and blinks.  

Steve? What are you doing here?  

“We’ve come to get you out,” Clint says. Bucky shakes his head.  

I may be an alpha, and all of us together may cause hell but there’s no way we’d get past them. I have a plan. The first day of my rut and last day in my wolf form is when I’ll be unstoppable and I’ll break out. No one would dare mess with me.  

Steve nods. “We’ll work on a plan to get a key, you sure this will work?” 

It'll work, I’m sure. How’s Y/N? Is she okay? 

“She’s fine, she’s with the girls.” Sam speaks up.  

Tell her to go to my cabin and wait for me, I want the whole place to smell like her. 

Steve nods and the boy's leave. The next time he sees Walker, he has a sparkle in his eye, he just hopes Walker doesn’t try anything on his babydoll, he’d kill him.  

The next couple of days are pure torture for Bucky, the memory of your scent and the early signs that his rut is starting soon drove him crazy. He couldn't wait until he could shift back and bury himself balls deep inside you, yes you may be a complete stranger, but you were his mate and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. 

Once he’d fucked you, the wolf part of his brain calming down, he’d be able to properly talk about the future with you. But until then he needed to fuck you.  

Time seemed to go on forever, minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days, days-you get the point-until the moment finally arrived, turns out Steve didn’t need to get the key, Walker's dumbass was moving Bucky to a different spot at the perfect time. 

Bucky let his muscles relax, his pupils dilated, he let out the most bone chilling growl Walker had ever heard.  

Walker's eyes widen.  You little- 

See, any alpha is strong and powerful, but a feral alpha in rut? Wanting his mate? Is nearly unstoppable, the only person capable of controlling the feral alpha is their mate. Bucky pounced and his men followed. They effectively took down the wolves, establishing Bucky’s dominance, that he is not to be fucked with like this ever again.  

He ran as fast as he could all the way back to his cabin, he could smell Walker had been there, his blood boiled. When he entered the cabin, he was punched in the face with your scent. A shudder went through him. He followed the scent to where it was strongest and found you, in his bed, wearing his shirt.  

He growled. When he saw you wake up and see him, he shifted. Once the big, fluffy white wolf, now stood a 6’5, muscular man, nice golden tan, brown locks that framed his face perfectly, the same piercing blue eyes, and a shiny silver metal arm.  

You could see the scares that littered his left shoulder where metal met flesh, but it only served to make him even more beautiful. Last, but not least in the bit, standing proudly, at least nine inches, girth making him wider than what you could wrap your hand around, his cock red and throbbing.  

Bucky inhales deeply when he sees your pupils dilate, smelling your arousal. 

“God damn babydoll,” he mutters in a husky, lust filled voice. “You’re in my bed, wearing my shirt, smelling like a fucking dream?” He groans, cock twitching.  

He slowly crawls up your body, taking the shirt with him, leaving you in nothing but a flimsy pair of black panties that are thoroughly soaked through with your arousal.  

He brushes his lips against yours, but doesn’t kiss you yet. He drags his nose down the collum of your neck, through the valley of your breasts, pausing to nuzzle your, soft, pudgy stomach, He continues till he reaches your pussy, he takes a deep breath and moans. 

“You ready, babydoll?” 

[s-awturn]

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This came to celebrate Carlos' birthday and to open the new phase of my profile. This is supposed to have five chapters, no more, no less. I don't know what else to say, so read on!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

Part One: We Were Born To Die

”Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die”

Europe, 1498.

She packed all her belongings into a deep leather bag, threw in crystals, grimoires, a few candles, and other magical items; she couldn't stay there long, her hiding place had been discovered and soon crazy fanatics would be there to drag her to the stake. She couldn't waste her family's sacrifice in keeping her alive.

“Let's go, Spix, let's not wait for those madmen to take us to the fire or the gallows” she said, picking up the cat and putting it in the basket. Toledo was no longer a safe place, in fact there was no safe place, with the frightening religious fanaticism that the kings of Spain were feeding, everyone was suspected of witchcraft and heresy, women were dragged to the catacombs of churches and were never seen again.

S/N saw husbands hand over their wives, fathers hand over their daughters, everyone wanted the silver coins that the Church was offering. She needed to get away from this, S/N knew that her neighbors were suspicious of her, a woman living alone on the outskirts of the village attracted attention. She couldn't leave any room for bad luck.

She threw a black cape over her simple dress, tightened her boots, and left the house, saying goodbye silently. That house where her parents lived their entire lives, where she herself spent her life, would soon be burned down, so many memories would be turned into ashes; He didn't look back, he clutched the bag under his arm and ran into the woods, listening to Spix's meows, nestled in the bag.

The moonlight illuminated her steps, ensuring that she managed to avoid roots and holes in the ground and it wasn't long before she heard the angry shouts of the villagers, She hid behind a thick trunk and saw the torches shining in the darkness, they cried out the name of God, calling her a witch and accusing her of heresy. S/N heard her door being broken down.

It wouldn't be long before they noticed her absence and went hunting for her in the forest. She needed to run far away, get away from poor fanatics after a few dozen silver coins. Her life wasn't worth that.

She made her way to a remote part of the forest, where wolves and other wild animals hid. No villager would dare to go there, after all, no one wanted to become wolf food.

When she passed through the oak arch, a shiver shook her insides, S/N looked at the sky and the Moon shone so brightly that it illuminated small patches of darkness in the forest, and a thought made her stop: It was a full moon night and the werewolves would go out to hunt.

She was vulnerable in the middle of the woods, with only a small dagger in the pocket of her cloak and her magic. Anyway, she hoped that no werewolves would cross her path, or she would have a lot of problems besides angry Catholics.

She went deeper into the forest, even Spix's meows fell silent. In fact, there was no sound at all, the wind did not cut through the trees, the leaves did not rustle, not even the nocturnal animals screeched in their hiding places. Until a deep sound echoed, an angry growl that betrayed hunger.

Y/N gripped the dagger with trembling fingers, witches and werewolves had hated each other since the first dawn, if it really was a hungry werewolf there, she would love to devour her, just for the pleasure of destroying her; he took a deep breath and ran between the trees, whatever it was, he wasn't going to risk staying there, even though turning his back was already a high risk.

She ended up in a clearing completely lit by the moon, the exact same clearing where she and her mother used to perform rituals to thank the goddess for the harvest and the coven celebrated.

But that was before Ferdinand and Isabella began their persecution. Before she saw her friends burn at the stake, her parents die on the gallows.

A dark bark stopped her in the middle of the clearing, Y/N heard the branches being broken and the frightening sound of teeth chattering. Her heart accelerated painfully, she was terrified, maybe she could make the roots hold him, but her magic wasn't strong enough for that.

Her magic core was weak and did not have enough strength to channel forces of nature. She would have to make do with an iron dagger and the help of the goddess.

— ☽ —

It was the night of the full moon and he could feel the effects surging through his body since early on, and there was a strange feeling present in his chest. Carlos felt that something was going to happen that night, and it wouldn't just be the milestone of his thirty years of age.

He saw his father cross the small village with a group of refugees, religious madness had arrived in those parts and was terrorizing his people, there was no one who did not fear being dragged into the church basement. No one wanted to be tortured and killed.

“Stop daydreaming and go help your sister, that roof is still going to fall on her head” he heard his mother order.

“Where is her husband? That’s that lazy bastard’s responsibility,” he questioned, but received a click of his tongue in return. He growled in irritation, Carlos would beat up his brother-in-law as soon as he could. And he wouldn't care about his sister's crying or his father's lecture.

He trudged over to his sister's shack, seeing Blanca hanging from the roof, hammering some nails into the central beam. This only made him growl even more, he really was going to punch his brother-in-law in the face as soon as he got the chance.

“Blanca, what the hell are you doing there?" He stopped far enough away to see his sister, Blanca wiped the sweat on her forehead and glared at him mockingly.

“I think I'm baking bread, what do you think?” she retorted sarcastically.

“And where is your useless husband? He must be sleeping…”

“Don't talk about him like that, you know his health is fragile” She tries to defend her husband, but this only increases Carlos' irritation.

“He's a werewolf, Blanca, the only fragile thing about him is his will to work” Carlos growled “Get down from there, I'll take care of this, since your husband is as useless as a leaky bucket!”

The woman came down from the roof, and Carlos took her place, still complaining about his sister's husband and insisting on hammering the boards hard, not caring if it would wake the sleeping man. Work distracted him from the strange feeling in his chest, he didn't know how the full moon night would end, but he knew something would happen.

Only when the sun began to set on the horizon did Carlos finish repairs to his sister's house — not without landing two hard punches in the face of his brother-in-law who dared to complain about the noise. He needed to prepare, As it was the first night of the full moon, the effects would be more intense, and he needed to prepare his body and mind to allow the beast to command him.

As night fell, Carlos felt the involuntary spasms and his gums itched, the bones in his legs and arms cracked painfully, anticipating the metamorphosis.

And of course, the sensation increased along with the discomfort, the beast inside him scratched the walls, howling as if it was foretelling something. Maybe it was the villagers appearing on the edge of their land, maybe it was the witches who had returned, it could be anything.

Any damn thing.

When the transformation, he began to run between the trees, smelling the wet grass, the animals nestled in their dens, Carlos felt the wet earth under his feet and when he realized it, he was running on four legs, his peripheral vision was greater and his sense of smell could perceive things dozens of meters away.

He stopped abruptly and howled at the full moon, announcing the arrival of his birthday. That morning Carlos had turned thirty and there was nothing like fresh venison to celebrate.

He sniffed the air, searching for his prey and licked his sharp teeth when he caught the scent of a fox lurking in the bushes. The huge wolf followed the scent into the clearing, his eyes fixed on the distracted fox, he was about to pounce when a different scent filled the air.

The sweet scent of lavender and lemon hit his nose like a blow, disorienting the lycanthrope and he turned his skull, searching for the source of the smell and It wasn't long before the leaves on the far edge of the clearing parted and revealed a girl. Up close, her scent was more striking, more mystical.

Witch.

He growled, angry that she had disrupted his hunt and stirred his senses. His heart was pounding and he studied the girl, she was running away and looked terrified, the witch was sweating under her thick cloak and breathing quickly, her eyes scanning the trees and the wolf knew she was aware of his presence.

He could hear her heart beating and the wind started to blow again, carrying her scent to him and he growled, torn between wanting to smell her up close and killing her.

Werewolves had been killing witches since the beginning of time and his nature insisted that he rip out the girl's little neck. She pulled out a small metal dagger and he grunted with laughter, the little witch really thought an iron dagger would stop him.

He was eager to see her try.

With a powerful leap, the werewolf stopped in front of her, seeing her gasp in fright, her heartbeat increasing to the point of occupying all of the creature's sensitive hearing.

That was his feeling, somehow someone would die that night, either him or the little witch, after all that was the final outcome — regardless of how many ages his existence could drag on, at some point he would die. And the little witch too.

After all, all creatures are born to die.

But fate changed its course along with the path of the wind as soon as the wolf met the witch's eyes.

That could only be a bad joke from the Moon.

[moutainrusing]

recovery

881 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

Once again, Sirius escaped. Thanks to his godson, James’s son, Harry, the boy so similar to his best mate. James.

On the back of a Hippogriff, he took off towards the full moon, Remus’s fear, Remus, Remus. Grey clouds swirled around them as they dipped to soar above the Forbidden Forest. Remus. Remus was there. Remus was loose, Remus was agitated, Remus was lashing out. The wolf. Remus was the wolf, the wolf was rampaging through the thicket, Sirius hadn’t stopped him, Sirius wasn’t protecting him, Remus wasn’t dangerous, Remus was scared.

Sirius heard him howl, and dived into the trees. He needed to guard Remus. If anything happened, Remus wouldn’t let himself live. And, life without—

He threw himself off Buckbeak, transformed, and landed on the pads of four feet, face-to-face with the wolf, scratching himself, tossing himself at trees; eyes shining and wet and terrified. He moved to tear at Sirius, so Sirius placed his paws on the wolf’s shoulders and pushed.

The wolf seemed calmer than he’d been before. No humans this time. Remus easily surrendered to the touch, staring at Buckbeak curiously. Another animal this time. Remus went limp, and Sirius’s large, shaggy dog form held the weight, lowering them to the forest floor, where Remus’s fatigue tugged him into slumber.

When Remus awoke, Sirius had torn his robes, to cover Remus’s body and his own, but it was cold. They sat at opposite sides of a shadowy clearing, Buckbeak at Sirius’s side.

Remus looked at him wearily. “Thank you.”

Sirius nodded stiffly, searching Remus’s face desperately. Something to clear the tension. “Why… why did you… why?” He pleaded, not sure what, but still needing answers.

Remus closed his eyes, lips twitching. When he opened them, his mouth curved in a small, crooked smile, “I don’t remember anything about last night. All I know is that when I saw your innocence, my mind went blank. I was… overtaken. By love. For you. Because… I’d always loved you. I still do, even when I thought you were guilty, and it was killing me—”

Sirius coughed, interrupting him. No talk of Remus dying. He tried to return the smile, lips twisting awkwardly. He felt out of place. Out of love. What was he supposed to say? “I don’t know what love is. But thank you.”

Surprisingly, Remus laughed. “You’re… welcome. And I think you do.” Delicately, he whispered, “James.”

Sirius felt his eyes well up. A place opened. “I— Yeah. I love James.” That was fact. He did know what love was, but he wished he didn’t, because it hurt. He looked at Remus. Remus loved him? Remus…

Remus nodded, head thunking against the tree trunk. No. No doing that. Sirius glared at the tree, willing it to stop. It stopped, and Remus looked at him. Those eyes. “James loves you too.”

Sirius let out a guttural sob. Wrenched from his constricted lungs, spat from his churning stomach, he keened, kneeled, cried. He flung into Remus’s chest, fisted the robe, choked into the cloth, “I do love you. I love you, I do love you. Remus, I love you.”

Remus stroked his hair, and hummed soothingly, “I’ll love you no matter what, Sirius. You don’t have to say that. Calm—”

“No, no,” Sirius cut in, shaking his head furiously. He clutched the sides of Remus’s face, because letting go meant letting go forever. “You don’t understand! Remus, I—” his breath caught.

Remus gave him an encouraging nod, reaching out to place his own hands on Sirius’s cheeks. “Breathe, Sirius. I will listen. You can explain what I don’t understand. Slowly. I will listen.”

Sirius’s breath stuttered, and he stared into Remus’s eyes. So caring, attentive, soft. Accepting, open, there. Sirius nodded slowly; took in a breath. “I… love James. I’ll always love James. I love James like part of my soul. I need James. Without him… I go mad. I am mad. I’m crazy and explosive and—”

“Sirius,” Remus whispered. “Breathe.”

Sirius shakily exhaled; gathered his thoughts. “James… he’s… my mind. We… we were on the same wavelength. We were twins, down to every last brain cell. Without my mind… well, I’ve lost my mind. Insanity, y’know. Without James, I’m unstable.” Sirius nodded to himself, looking down at his lap. This was why he was volatile. Not Azkaban. He’d lost James.

He met Remus’s eyes once more. They weren’t pushing; just there for him. He didn’t need Remus. Not like he needed James. He wanted Remus. “Remus… if you died, I wouldn’t lose my mind.”

Remus simply smiled, brushing his fingers over Sirius’s face. “Okay.”

“Listen. I would lose my life. If you died, Remus, I would die. I can live without James. I’m doing it right now. I’m deranged, but if you…” Sirius’s voice cracked. He couldn’t imagine it. “You… are my life. You die, I die. In fact, I need to die first. Remus, promise me. Don’t go dying first, please.”

Remus scanned his face. He was debating the worth of making empty promises. But Sirius needed this reassurance. He needed to die first.

Finally, Remus sighed. “I… promise. As long as we live, okay? We are going to live, now, in the moment, beautifully, like you… and I deserve.” He smiled softly, “We’re going to recover.”

[bots-and-cons]

Since requests say open

Can I get knockout and Shockwave with werewolf reader (not the transforms only on a full moon kind but the basically always able to transform, also not very scary just fluffy creature)

A/N: I basically went with the twilight type of werewolf (or at least what I remember of them), because that’s the only “fluffy, not very scary” one I can think of, also they’re biiiiiig. The reader is their partner/s/o so they’ve got a romantic relationship

~Shockwave~

•Shockwave is probably more interested in the whole werewolf thing on a biological/scientific level

•If you let him, he’d like to scan you, take blood samples, and other stuff like that

•He’s just interested in how the whole transformation thing works for you, because the mechanics of it seem way different than for his kind

•You sometimes sleep in the lab, just on some counter, in your wolf form

•Shockwave is aware that humans pet dogs, and the dogs enjoy it, so he’s wondering if the same would apply to you

•So one time you’re asleep, he starts giving you some scratches behind your ear

•You seem to quite enjoy it, and he’s absolutely enamored with how happy you seem to be when he pets you

•He doesn’t really do it often, because he doesn’t think it’s necessary or a thing you would need, but he does still think it’s nice 

•Shockwave thinks it’s odd that you don’t seem to match much of the lore he ends up reading about, because you’re very much a real thing

•You explain to him that most people don’t actually think werewolves are real and that most of the stuff online is just flat-out fanfiction

•Shockwave learns that he shouldn’t believe everything that’s on the internet

•Because he asks some very weird and uncomfortable questions based on his online research

•You’re just like “No, no no no, no no, no nope”

•Shockwave doesn’t really see you as a normal human, though you’re the only human he knows so he doesn’t really have a benchmark for a “normal human”

•He thinks of you as a werewolf, which you’re not offended by, because that’s what you are

~Knockout~

•The first time you transformed into a wolf in front of him, he was pretty freaked out

•In his (very loud) words “How the scrap did you turn into a dog?!”

•You walk up to him and bark at him playfully, and he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever

•Then he just basically starts baby-talking to you, because “puppy!”

•You of course can’t answer, because wolves can’t talk, even in the case of werewolves

•It’s honestly a bit weird, because if you showed a human this side of you, they would run away screaming, but Knockout’s reaction is “puppy” because you’re basically the size of a normal dog for him

•There’s a sort of “magic aspect” to this that your clothes become a part of you during the transformation, so you’re clothed when you turn back

•He of course has a ton of questions, main ones being “What?” and “How?”

•You’ve been werewolf since birth, but the traits only started presenting themselves when you were about 15

•You mostly find the “puppy” comment to be funny, but it ends up becoming a pet name that Knockout uses for you all the time

•It grows on you, but you weren’t that fond of the name at first

•You have to transform every once in a while, or you start getting this itchy kind of feeling and it starts driving your crazy

•You also just like running in the woods and feeling free so Knockout bridges you to places around the world where you can run

•Sometimes you like sleeping on Knockout’s chest or lap, and he likes to pet you, which you enjoy as well

[aklaustaleteller]

I do not give anyone the permission to translate or repost my work. Please do not plagiarize it! Apart from that, thank you, thank you, thank you so much for fishing out your precious time to read my fics -- it means a lot; I appreciate your support so much! I genuinely hope you enjoy your time here!

All the love always, A.

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Last Updated: August 29, 2024

We'll Meet Again, Beloved (1.8k, Angst)

Hybrid!Klaus x (soon to become the)Moon Godess!Reader

Klaus is in trouble again and his lover, who is soon to become the goddess that the wolves would get to worship, comes to his rescue, again. And it's painful to come with the knowledge that she's always leaving in the end. But at last, this'd be the last time she'd ever have to leave.

On One Condition (1.4k, Fluff)

Hybrid!Klaus x Highschooler!Reader

Klaus feels bad for messing up Y/n's exam preparation schedule, so he asks her what it is that he can do to 'earn her forgiveness'. Yet somehow, he manages to put up a condition when she asks him to help her with an art project...

Might Fancy You (1.8k, Fluff) (Part II to 'On One Condition')

Hybrid!Klaus x Highschooler!Reader

Y/n went from fearing Klaus, to studying in his studio, to then throwing Shakespeare insults at him while chasing after him to put paint on him; he'd started it. But what happens when she ignores his one warning and he has her cornered in a flash?

Should've Known (1.3k, Angst)

Human!Klaus x Vampire!Reader

When fate made them stumble across each other in an art shop, Y/n should've known that what was coming with Klaus couldn't be anything more than an affair because of her true identity. And yet when she fled town, Y/n hadn't expected the news of a grave mistake made by Klaus' own town to shatter her heart into so many pieces that she’d just let them lay.

Some Invisible String (1.9k, Angst, Fluff) (Part II to 'Should've Known')

Hybrid!Klaus x Vampire!Reader

Ever since the news of Klaus' death reached her, Y/n's heart remained shattered as she happily accepted the sole purpose of her immortal life to be mourning her love. But then a looming shadow out of the Mystic Grill catches her attention and to whom is it that some invisible string had tied to her for centuries?

Home (4.0k, Angst, Fluff)

Father Figure(hybrid)!Klaus x Adopted(werewolf)!Reader

Requested!

Klaus had just been taking a stroll through the woods when he finds himself walking towards the sounds of a beta's broken sobs. Seeing the little abandoned wolf, Klaus takes her home with him, hoping that he'd be able to become her safe place -- which he very successfully does. But what happens when Y/n's biological father returns after ages in hopes of getting her back?

Entirety of Eternity (3.3k, Angst, Smut)

Hybrid!Klaus x Hybrid!Reader

Requested!

Waiting and waiting for Klaus to return home, Y/n's grasp on reality soon slipped and she fell into a sad, sad slumber. But then Klaus finally comes back, and he doesn't know what he's done wrong -- and Y/n won't tell him. Until she does, shouting at him how the night clearly wasn't anything special to him. And now, all Klaus wants is to show her just how much she, and their relationship, truly mean to him.

Mendable Inside Your Ribs (3.2k, Angst, Fluff)

Hybrid!Klaus x Human!Reader

Requested!

Y/n, all her life, had reached for love and then felt her white-knuckled dying grip on it slip. Then suddenly, Klaus comes in her life looking like the light at the end of the tunnel – and maybe, just maybe, their monsters have more in common than they originally thought.

Said Yes To Heaven (4.6k, fluff, angst)

Hybrid!Klaus x Hybrid!Reader

Requested!

Y/n and Klaus are in love, happy and overwhelmed, especially since having welcomed their newborn baby only weeks ago. But what happens when an unwanted guest appears on their doorstep out of the blue, and suddenly Y/n isn't sure if she's just going crazy or there truly has been some infidelity?

Like A Barge At Sea (4.4k, angst, fluff) (Part II to 'Said Yes To Heaven')

Hybrid!Klaus x Hybrid!Reader

Requested! (by so many of you I couldn't have put just on ask with the post!!)

Since Klaus admitted to infidelity, the harrowing pain of losing her family, her happiness, and her love has Y/n clutched in its arms, crushing her in its tight grip for what felt like was going to be forever. But will Klaus be able to hold a certain grudge against her for long? And if he can, then should he have?

Not For A Long Time (1.3k, fluff, smut)

Hybrid!Klaus x Omega!Reader (slight a/b/o dynamics)

Klaus returns back to his lover omega's cottage after a long time, and he wants nothing more than to just mark her as his, all over again. But all Y/n seems to want, is to eat her dinner and get on his nerves, ...and to absentmindedly rub herself all over him.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Twenty Two}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Warning(s): Mentions Of Past Abuse, Abusive Ex, Confrontation, Drug Overdose Mention

Knocking at my door caused me to stir out of my sleep, I groan and sit up in bed. "Yes?" I call. "Morning, Y/n! Hurry can get dress please. We have a new guest staying at the hotel!" I could hear Charlie from the other side of my door, voice filled with excitement.

I raise an eyebrow. A new guest? Huh...Well, alright. I tell her I'll be down in a second before getting dressed. I leave my room and make my way through the halls. Angel had caught up with me, and joined me on the way down.

"What do you think of the new guest?" I ask him as we step into the elevator. He shrugs. "No idea, haven't met em' yet. But, I hope it's a new hottie." He says with a smirk, I laugh lightly.

We get out of the elevator after a few seconds and walk into the lobby. Everyone was gather to greet the new sinner looking for redemption. I didn't get a good look at them, as they were being blocked by Charlie. Who, by the way, was over the moon to see them.

"Alright, who's the new guy?" Angel asks, crossing his arms. Charlie looks back at us with a wide smile. "Guys, I want you to meet Liam, our newest addition to the hotel! Yay!" She cheers as she steps aside, given us a better view of him.

Liam was a average sized wolf demon, his jet black fur looked an almost deep blue under the lights of the hotel, his red eyes scanned the room, ears flicking slightly. When his eyes landed on me, he grinned. But, for some reason...

His grin was not a friendly one.

I furrow my eyes in confusion, and then, he spoke.

"Thanks for having me. It's a pleasure to be here."

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.

That voice...I may have lost a bit of my memory, but I could never forget that voice. The voice that one minute, would be so loud it'd send me into a frozen shock.

Then the next, be so soothing and loving, that it'd make me forgive everything he's done for a while. I could never forget. Never ever forget that voice, his voice.

Angel seemed to be the only one who noticed my distress, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Only to take it away when I flinched under his touch. "Y/n?" He says quietly, voice filled with concern. I open my mouth to speak, but I couldn't find the words.

There was nothing I could say, even if I wanted to. My mind raced, everything became so loud so fast. My heart was beating like crazy, and I felt sick. "Y/n-" Angel didn't get my name out before I took off back to my room.

He watched me for a second before turning back to look at Liam, eyes narrowing in suspicion. 'Something ain't right...' He thought.

And he wasn't the only one who thought it. Alastor had thought anyone who'd come to this hotel for redemption, wasn't all the way there in the head. But...Liam seemed to be a whole new case. But, he kept his false welcoming persona as he spoke to Liam.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my good man. But, I have important matters to attend to, so, you'll have to excuse me." Alastor says to him. Liam nods. "Sure thing." Alastor excuses himself from the group and walks away. Angel said nothing as he passed him by, but secretly hoped Alastor could help...

I paced in my room, arms clutched and wrapped around my body in a weak attempt of comfort. What the hell was going on!? Why was he here!? I mean, I'm not surprised he went to hell, but. Why here of all places!? Tears pooled in my eyes, my heart beating so fast it hurt. What am I going to do now?

I let out a sharp gasp as my door was open, I quickly turned to see Alastor. A wave a of relief washed over me at the sigh of him. "Alastor..." My voice cracked.

Alastor shut the door behind him and approached me, he didn't touch me right away, which I was grateful for. For now at least. "I take it, that was your ex?" He asked gently. I nod my head, tears streaming down my face. "W-What is he doing here? How the fuck did he find me?" I sob.

"I'm wondering the same thing." Alastor muttered. "Y/n, just give me the word, I'll go down there right now and have him taken care of."

"No!" I quickly say. "N-No...I...I don't want anyone to know by drawing attention."

"I can do it discreetly, it'll look like a bloody accident." Alastor tells me. "But...Charlie was so happy that there's someone new." I sigh. "Does that matter? Out there in that lobby is the reason your life was misery and why it was cut short." Said Alastor, almost in disbelief that I wouldn't let him get rid of that man.

"It doesn't...But, I think..." I exhale shakily. "I think I need to say my peace before I agree to anything." Alastor raises an eyebrow. "You want to speak to him?" He asks.

I nod my head. "There is so much I want to say to him...I want him to answer for all the pain he's caused me." Alastor was silent for a moment before speaking. "If that's what you want." He says softly. "Would you like me to come with you?"

"I think I should do this on my own. I might not get the answers I want, if it's not just the two of us." I tell him. "If you insist...But, the moment you feel that you're unsafe, just call for me. I will hear you." Alastor says firmly. "Understand?"

"I will, I promise."

Hours later, after Liam had gotten accustomed to the hotel, and when I was sure he'd be alone, was when I decided to finally speak with him. Wave after wave of anxiety washed over me, though I tried to stay calm. It would do me no good to run away. I've endured so much of his shit for so long, he will answer for it.

I will say what needs to be said, what should have been said a very long time ago. I found him right outside of the hotel, cigarette in hand. A puff of smoke left his lips, along with a deep exhale. His ears flickered towards my direction as I closed the hotel doors behind me.

He turned, and another rush of anxiety shot through me. "Hey there." He greets me. "Liam, can we speak?" Liam stares at me for a moment. "Do I know you?" He asks with a grin. "You do." I mutter. "I may not look like I use to, but I'm still the same. And I know it's you under that new form as well. Let's not pretend."

Liam's grin remained the same. "Yeah. I figured it was you, based on your reaction when you first saw me." He says before taking another drag.

He exhaled the smoke and casually asks me. "How have you been?" I clench my fists tightly at my side. "I'm surprised to see you here." He continues. "You were always so nice. What did you do? Hm? You do some terrible things I didn't know about or something?"

"Why did you do it?" I ask, ignoring his questions. "Hm? Do what?" He asks. "Don't act like you don't know! Why!? How could you do that to me!?" My emotions began to take over. And his stupid fucking grin was only upsetting me further.

Liam flicks the cigarette away before taking a step towards me. "I was good to you." I kept on. "I tried to be a good girlfriend, a good fiancé. I would have been a good wife. But you...all you've ever done was hurt me. You never appreciated me, you lied to me, you made me feel like less than a person. And for what? I would blame myself, but I've done nothing wrong. I stayed with you because it meant so much to my family, as well as yours. I did it for their sake, but most of all, I did it for you."

I continue. "I know how your family was. They were so insistent that we marry, or else you'd get the shit end of the stick for it. And I loved you...so why wouldn't I agree?"

"Why Liam? Just why?" Tears filled my eyes. "Why did you kill me?"

Liam was but a step away from me. "I didn't want to kill you." He starts. "You know how much shit, I went through because you died? My parents had to pull so many strings, get through to the right people, just to make sure no one found out. They hated me for it...Said I was a fucking disappointment. Didn't want me to get the shit end of the stick, huh? If only you didn't fucking mouth off to me that day. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten so angry. But you always had to test me, even now...you don't know when to quit."

"You have no one to blame but yourself Liam." I said firmly. "I didn't make you push me down those stairs. God, I feel so stupid. I don't know why I couldn't see it sooner. You were a bad person then, and I see nothing has changed now. Liam, I wanted to stay with you because I really did love you. At one point I did. I wish things could have been different, but, I see now that we were doomed from the start. I can't help you, I don't know how to, and I can't suffer by trying. I wish I were brave enough to say all this while I was still alive. But better late than never, I guess."

I turn to leave. "That's all I wanted to say. I don't think you're serious about this hotel, so I don't expect you to stay long. But while you're here...I hope you'll stay away from me. Because, I want nothing to do with you ever again."

"I don't think you really understand, Y/n."

I stop walking. "You ruined my life when you died. My parents pretty much disowned me. Cut me off, and I was left on my own. I struggled to keep employment, I turned to drugs, and I eventually died trying to forget that fucking night when you died. It's your fault you died, it's your fault I became an addict, and it's your fault I died. I'm suffering, and I will continue to suffer forever, because of you!"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was right, he really isn't capable of change. I turn to give him a piece of my mind, but it was then in that moment, he lunged at me...

And everything went dark...

[a-lil-bi-furious]

Top 10 Ships Involving POC in 10 Different Fandoms (Round 4)

Thanks to the wonderful @welldressedllama for the tag! 🥰 Just for funsies, this time I’m doing enemies-to-lovers/rivals-to-lovers/maybe-not-traditional-enemies-but-way-too-antagonistic-to-not-fit-the-bill-to-lovers edition. In no particular order:

1) Macy Vaughn x Abigael Jameson-Caine (Macigael) - Charmed CW

I ultimately respect the AbiMel plot, but these two were literally Right There. Excellent chemistry from moment one and they perfectly mirrored each other with Macy as a witch with demon blood (struggling with darkness) and Abigael as a demon with witch blood (struggling to accept lightness). To think of what could have been with the two of them and the acceptance of good and bad and the whole complex mess of the self makes me insaneeee

2) Nicky Shen x Zhilan Zhang (Zhicky) - Kung Fu CW

Idek what to say their dynamic was just so fun and watching them begrudgingly grow close was chef's kiss.

3) Eve Polastri x Villanelle (Villaneve) - Killing Eve

Literally THE enemies to lovers imho. What more do I need to say? Eve said seduction into my darkness? Yes please. Villanelle said feel emotions for one (1) woman and obsess over her? Okay. They're enemies AND lovers. They've both tried to kill each other. So? They get each other like no one else. No one's doing it like them

4) Scott McCall x Theo Raeken (Sceo) - Teen Wolf

Sorry but I'm clawing at the walls, gnawing on my hands, howling at the moon over them. Exploring all the tension and the guilt and the fear and the longing is delicious. And the layer of long-lost friends? The subtle seduction into trust and the mutual destruction on Theo's part? Sorry I'm crazy about it sorry.

5) Mona Vanderwaal x Spencer Hastings (Vanderstings/Spemona?) - Pretty Little Liars

Somebody in this fandom needs to tell me right meow why they're not a bigger thing??? Quintessential 'they hate each other's guts but no one matches their freak better'. Throw Hanna in the mix and that's the perfect formulation, but they hold their own on enemies-to-lovers grounds sooooooo well.

6) Raven Reyes x John Murphy (Murven) - The 100

Truth be told they're not my top ship for each other BUT they are the epitome of enemies to friends (to lovers). Some of the best relationship development I can think of.

7) Bonnie Bennett x Nora Hildegard (Bonnora) - The Vampire Diaries

Literally why were they not a thing? Bonenzo ily but look at them! They had such a fun little antagonistic flirty thing and Nora was canonically crushing on Bonnie. All I want is queer Bonnie and I was so close to having it

8) Kitty Covey x Yuri Han (Kitturi) - XO Kitty

Kitty literally took one look at rival Yuri making music and crossed that thin line from hate to love. Girl was like "I will take this Angry tension and transform it into Sexual tension" and I respect that

9) Kathani "Kate" Sharma x Anthony Bridgerton (Kanthony) - Bridgerton

I've only watched one full episode and seen random bits here and there but I'm obsessed with her and I'm obsessed with them. Literally scene one I was all in. They are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires

10) Luke Alvez x Penelope Garcia (Garvez) - Criminal Minds

I missed Morgan as much as the next guy, but Penelope and Luke's banter and chemistry is unmatched. Shame on the new seasons for lying to me and saying they went on a date but didn't have the same chemistry, that is such Bull

Honorable mention: Zafira x Nasir (Nasira? Nafira?) from the Sands of Arawiya duology, who I feel I cannot officially include because I have only read a small excerpt so far, but I expect to like very much

Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3

As always, no pressure whatsoever, but I’ll tag @freddieslater @aconfusedidentity @userlaylivia @scribeoffate @sees-writes @rhyslahey and anyone else who wants to play! :)

[gamesception]

I did it.

I did it! I beat this crazy boss! Carian Knight build just keeps winning.

Holy cow those guys were tough, though. I tried a bunch with Ansbach and Thiollier, because in general I prefer to summon npcs whenever possible in my first time run through souls stuff, for the sake of narrative immersion & investment in the characters, but I was getting nowhere with them. So I channeled my inner Moongrum and strapped in for the long and painful process of burning Radahn II's parry timings into muscle memory.

Yes, it takes three parries to get the stagger, but it's still worth it. Not only is the stagger a safe opening for solid damage with my magic misericorde, the parries themselves stop not just the incoming attacks but the entire combo that would have followed them, AND they stop the extra holy splash damage attached to his sword swings in phase 2, AND when he gets parried but isn't staggered yet he's much more likely to follow up with either another parry-able sword swing or an easily jumpable stomp attack /and then/ another parry-able sword swing, so once you catch him with one parry you can often chain him into a bunch of much more manageable attacks in a row. Even if you accidentally try to parry the stomp, it's not that punishing.

In phase 2 I chugged my physick (+magic damage, +summon damage), then ran out of the giant holy aoe he almost always summons right away, and once safe I summoned best girl Tiche while the boss is still recovering. Then just try to maintain aggro with the occasional slicer (or a ranged spell if he gets away from me, but on the winning run he didn't) & keep on parrying while hoping Tiche gets in some black knife damage before inevitably falling to stray aoes.

It took two days of learning the fight before I hit a solid run with good rng in terms of keeping aggro on myself in phase 2 and the boss favoring his parry-able attacks. He also went for the grab several times, which, once you get the dodge timing, is very easy to avoid and leaves him wide open for both my slicer and Tiche's black knife.

I was using dagger talisman for the big boost to damage & Radagon's for extra casting speed as offensive talismans alongside +3 physical and holy resist for most of the runs. But half way through I traded dagger & radagon for assassin's crimson and cerulean daggers to regen health and mp with each riposte. No dagger talisman would mean an extra crit to get to phase 2, and another couple extra to win, and no radagon meant a few openings that had been safe for 2 slicers were now only good for one. However, the extra healing on crits saved not only flasks but also the need to burn openings on flasks. The cerulean dagger in particular saved me the need to top off with a blue flask before summoning tiche in phase 2, which I just didn't have the time for.

In making the swap I stumbled into a exploit in my favor- For some combination of weapon types and enemies the critical hit animation will trigger the effect of the assassin's dagger talismans twice, and dagger crits against Radahn are one of those cases - at least in current patch - so I was getting double heals to health and mana with every third parry. Honestly a life saver that really put me over the top here.

The best part of parry strats was finishing the boss off with a crit. SUPER satisfying.

All in all this Radahn & Miquela were hard as hell, the only fight in the DLC that really felt that way, but remember that I was summoning both npcs and spirit ashes for most fights, so not exactly the pure 'get good' experience.

I didn't end up using much dlc stuff in the last fight, but for all the complaints about int builds not getting much in the dlc I got a bunch of use out of glintblade trio, twin moons, a magic infused milady, wing stance & carian sovereignty ashes of war, rellana's twin blades, the wolf shield, and I even got some use out of the carian sorcery sword after they buffed it. Haven't used Carian Thrusting Shield or Moonrithyll's Knight Sword very much yet, but I'm looking forward to toying around with them.

I beat lion dancers & radahn - the first and last bosses I fought in the DLC - with base game weapons and spells, but for most SotE bosses I used new stuff. magic-infused wing stance milady for Rellana. magic-infused carian sovereignty milady for Messmer and Bayle. Rellana's twin blades for the Sunflower. Rellana's twin blades plus glintblade trio & twin moons for Romina & Lion Dancers 2. No skill wolf shield & carian soverignty on a base game magic infused knight's greatsword for Gaius & Metyr.

Again using npc summons where available, plus a variety of spirit ashes. I did mostly stuck to my preferred base game options there - greatshield soldiers, latenna, and of course tiche - but that was mostly out of being too lazy to upgrade the new ones, not because they didn't look good.

I wouldn't necessarily call any of that "optimal" as far as gear/strategies go (apart from maybe Milady with wing stance), but certainly playable enough to have fun with in pve. And that's while sticking to a relatively strict carian knight theme, so I didn't even get into the finger sorceries, microcosm, gravity stuff, star lined sword, etc. Int builds might not have gotten the most out of the dlc, and a lot of what we did get could certainly have stood to be better, but there's still plenty there to play around with.

...

Anyway, overall I liked Shadow of the Erdtree a lot. It's not perfect, definitely 'More Elden Ring', for both better and worse. But I liked Elden Ring, so for me it's mostly for the better, even if I do wish they had brought covenants back and/or introduced one or two dedicated invasion zones. Oh, well. DS3 & BB servers still up for that I guess.

[a-little-unsteddie]

Hi sorry to ask but I’m going crazy looking for a steddie fic where Steve and all the kids that went into the tunnels turn into demo-dogs after like season 2. Steve visits Eddie as a wolf who Eddie named strider from LotR. Steve visits Eddie at hellfire as strider. Eddie gets pulled into the upside down mess and almost dies but Steve saves him by biting him. Mac is also hurt and will have world building powers similar to el powers. But I have no clue if will having powers is the same fic. Anyway I’m asking if you know of or could help me find this fic. I would be forever grateful and I really love all of your works

i thought it was Blue Moon by Torathecat for a moment because steve turns eddie in that fic, but i cannot for the life of me find the fic where eddie calls him strider. i know i have read it, so i’m a bit peeved i can’t find it.

hopefully one of my followers can help!

i would recommend sending the request to @steddieficfind !!

[meggiejolly]

A Relationship of Full Moons (Wolfstar)

Word Count: 2969 Tags: Sirius Balck/Remus Lupin, post Sirius in Azkaban, second wizarding war, lie low at Lupin's Summary: After Azkaban Sirius is staying with Remus and tries to get back to some semblance of normal with their friendship and how they handle the full moons together. Sirius' plans for the 20th anniversary of the Marauders becoming Animagi finally make the two of them talk about some things. ~ "Moony, come on. It's been 20 years! Can you believe it? We have to celebrate!" Sirius leaned over the back of the chair Remus was sitting in. He was so close to Remus' face, that the steam from the fresh cup of tea in Remus' hand tickled his nose. Remus sighed and turned his head slightly, bringing his lip dangerously close to Sirius'. "We can. I'll get us some Firewhiskey and Butterbeer and we can reminisce about old times all night. I'm sure we'll find an old Gryffindor scarf somewhere." Notes: This fic was written for a writing challenge from my favourite ever discord server. The prompt was "forest" and my original idea for the fic was very different than what I ended up writing, but the characters just went another way and it didn't feel right to force my original plan in. It's less forest themed than originally intended, but I like what I ended up with.

After Sirius came back from Azkaban and was told "to lie low at Lupin's" it had taken months until Remus had let Padfoot anywhere near the wolf during the full moon. 

At first Remus would leave to transform somewhere else without even telling Sirius where he went. Eventually he made use of the cellar beneath the tiny cottage they both lived in, but he still wouldn’t let Padfoot keep him company. 

Sirius could hear the wolf howl and scream all night and it drove him crazy. 

Eventually, when Remus had gotten his hands on some Wolfsbane potion again, he reluctantly allowed Padfoot to be with him in the cellar. 

Being down there, locked in, was too much like being back in his cell in Azkaban for Sirius liking, but being able to help Remus, to be close to him again, to feel like some things could go back to the way they were before, made up for it. 

Padfoot and the wolf spend all night curled up together in a way that Sirius and Remus couldn’t do as humans. There was too much left unsaid between them, too many years, too much pain.

A couple of months later, Remus couldn’t get Wolfsbane potion in time and Sirius was afraid he would bar him from the cellar again. He didn’t dare bring it up, but when the full moon came and Remus went down to the cellar, he didn’t stop Sirius from following him. He even held open the door invitingly. 

That night was harder and they both ended up with a few scratches to show for it the next morning. Sirius didn't care, it was another step back to their old self, it felt familiar, the patching each other up the next morning, the sleepiness the next day. It also made him miss James and Peter even more than usual, but he could take that if it took away a little of the strain between him and Remus. 

They continued like that, spending full moons together in the cellar, sometimes with Wolfsbane, sometimes without. Slowly their relationship began to get back to something almost resembling their friendship from before. Sirius knew it would never be the same, they were irrevocably changed and broken, but maybe together they could mend some cracks. 

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[wandabear]

FINDERS KEEPERS (but keeps it forever) - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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WARNINGS: some smut, violence. Fluff? Maybe.

ㅤㅤ Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR  CHAPTER FIVE

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Wanda got out of that car and looked at the place curiously, it didn't look like a typical bookstore at all. In fact, it didn't look like anything, just a… hourse. She looked at the piece of paper again, everything was right but it didn't even have a sign or something indicating that it was a bookstore or a library.

ㅤㅤ For a moment she thought the library girl played a prank on her. Wanda huffed so annoyed, but also wondered if maybe she should try, anyway, she was already there, right? Just shoot your shot.

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The brunette just sighed and approached to ring the bell, waited a few seconds until the door opened.

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“Hello.” Said that beautiful woman with curly black hair and brown eyes. Her accent definitely showed that she wasn't a New Yorker, definitely egyptian.

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“Hi.” Wanda smiled. “Umh… My name is Wanda, I'm… I’m looking for Layla?”

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“Well, here I am.” Layla smiled kindly at her. “How can I help you?”

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“I... Umh... went to the bookstore, the… Corner Store. And the girl over there, she told me to look for you.” Wanda babbled. “I needed to research something... in particular.”

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Layla nodded and that made Wanda calmer, so it wasn't a damn prank.  “Of course… Do you have the right word?”

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Okay, she wasn't expecting that. What word was she talking about?

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“I- umh…” Wanda didn't know what to say. The girl hadn't told her that she had to say any secret words. Then, she took that paper out of the pocket and looked at it one more time.

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Aldebaran.

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“Aldebaran?” The Sokovian raised an eyebrow, hoping to be lucky.

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Layla smiled widely and stepped aside to let her pass. “Welcome.”

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Wanda sighed relaxed. She followed Layla down a fairly long hallway until they passed through a doorway. The place had a strange but quite good smell, a mixture between violets, freshly baked bread and old book pages. A real old bookstore.

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Huge shelves and old books surrounded that place, looked a bit antique but beautiful. Wanda had been to many vintage book stores but nothing like this.

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“I'm sorry to have to be so secretive but… it's something we do to be safe. Of course I trust Gwen too much, I mean, the girl who sent you. If she did, it's because you really need help. Not everyone comes to this place, and whoever comes seeks knowledge.” Layla walked with Wanda, showing her the way until she reached one of the large tables in the place. “How can I help you, Wanda?”

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“Well, maybe this sounds too... crazy.” The Sokovian cleared her throat and looked around. “I- I was looking for information on… on werewolves?”

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Wanda bit her bottom lip and waited expectantly for Layla's reaction, clearly hoping that the woman would see her as a freak or kick her out of the place.

However, Layla nodded and walked among the shelves looking for something.

Wanda didn’t hesitate to follow her.

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“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolf-bane bloom and the autumn moon is bright.”  The egyptian woman murmured looking for something. “That’s from ‘The Wolf Man’. 1941. Wonderful work of art. What exactly are you looking for?”

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“I want… I want to know more about werewolves.” Wanda shrugged, looking at one of the dusty books. This one did not have a name but it did have a snake engraved on its cover. “I want to write about them.”

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Oh, she was so bad at lying.

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“You wouldn't be here if it were just for that. If I will share my knowledge with you, you must tell me the truth.”

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Wanda swallowed. “I think I saw one.”

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 Layla turned to see her.  “Were you bitten?”

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“No.”

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After looking at Wanda for a moment, looking to see if she was telling the truth or not.

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“Okay, about which ones?” The librarian took one of the ladders to get on the highest section.

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“Excuse me?” Wanda babbled in surprise. Her eyes widened, making Layla feel enormous tenderness.  “Did you say 'which'?”

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“Of course!” Layla searched among the books, so different from each other. “They are many species of werewolves that are different from each other.”

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The Sokovian swallowed, at first she didn't think all of that was true. Now, she didn't think they had 'species'. How come she never discovered something like this? A whole huge world of beings that she would never have believed were true.

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“The European, the South American, the Asian… They’re not all the same.” Layla kept enthusiastically talking about it. “Someone I know contracted lycanthropy from a breed of werewolf never seen before in North America.”

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The brunette ran a hand through her hair, so exhausted, not knowing what to say or what to do.  “Wow this is… overwhelming.”

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“Sorry, I let myself get carried away.” The librarian watched her from above, Layla looked adorable being so excited.

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“No! It's not you, it's me who... I didn't know about this until a week ago.” Wanda giggled sadly, hugging herself. “Maybe start with the basics? Werewolf for dummies?”

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Layla nodded as she searched for a particular codex. “As you know… A werewolf was a human who suffered from lycanthropy, an infection that caused them to transform into lupine creatures, particularly during full-moon nights.”

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Wanda nodded and took one of the books that the librarian gave her.

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“While some werewolves tried to hold their animalistic impulses in check, other werewolves believed that their human side was merely a disguise, a cage for their true selves, and did not restrain in any way.”

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Wanda kept reading some other pages, that was what she could look for in any freeky and supernatural internet forum. Some stuff were too basic but others were quite graphic and scary like 'the beast of Gevaudan'.

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“How- How do you know what kind of... wolf it is?” The sokovian cleared her throat a little nervous, not knowing if she should say it or not, but who the hell was she going to talk to about it? She couldn't do it with Natasha, she was mad at Natasha. Same with Y/N. “My girlfriend…well… she became one a few weeks ago, and I- I didn't know it. I would like to learn more.”

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“Well, for starters, have you seen her on a full moon?” Layla narrowed her eyes curiously.  “Is she like a… wolf? Like a hybrid? Or more like… more human than wolf?”

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“Yeah... it wasn't nice at all.” Wanda kept thinking about that terrifying moment, closing her eyes to be able to describe it better. She remembered that gray fur and yellow eyes, sharp teeth. “She was a huge... wolf. I mean… Bigger than normal, I think so? I never saw one besides the ones at the zoo when I was a kid. Like a gray wolf. Yellow eyes. Big fangs.”

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Layla walked away to get two cups of tea, returning to leave one in front of Wanda. “When was she bitten?”

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“A year ago, I think. That's what she said, she was bitten a year ago.” She stammered as she took the cup. “Thank you.”

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“So no wonder it wasn't a good night, Wanda.” Layla wrinkled her nose and drank some tea.  “She’s young. Many usually take a long time to be able to control their impulses.”

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Wanda seemed completely lost at what she was saying.

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“Think of it as a huge… aggressive and violent puppy, until its tamed.”

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Wanda scoffed.  “That wasn't a puppy at all.”

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“But the wolf is.” The girl took some books leaving them on the table so they could sit and read them.  “Not a puppy but a… wild beast. And the wolf is hungry, it’s angry. How did you manage to control it? Wolfsbane? Silver?”

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“I didn’t.” The brunette shook her head and shrugged.  “She just… stopped.”

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Layla turned to look at her in disbelief, thinking it was a joke but when she saw Wanda's face she only raised an eyebrow.  “Interesting.”

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"I guess?"

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“I can see you're angry... One of the things you should know is that being who she is… is not easy.”

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“I know, everyone keeps repeating that to me like I don't know.” She sighed, she was really sick of Nat and Yelena saying that to her again and again, even she told herself that sometimes.

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“And you'll ever know.” Layla narrowed her eyes, Wanda would never know through the calvary that her beloved was going through. And it was inevitable and incurable. Layla approached her.  “Wanda… what that girl is experiencing is something really terrifying. She loses control of her own body. Every full moon, she must stop being who she is, forced to become something she didn't choose to be. And there is no treatment or cure… it is eternal, it is forever.”

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Wanda said nothing, just lowered her gaze guiltily. Again, she felt guilty for being hurt, but Layla's next words made her look up with concern.

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“The transformation in the first few months and years is…deeply painful.” The egyptian looked for some images in one of the books, showing her.  “Bones begin to break, one by one at a time, like a great chorus of pain.”

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“I… didn’t know that.” Wanda now murmured worried and somewhat sad at the thought of Y/N going through all that. She felt a deep anguish, those drawings didn't look good.  “Is is too painful?”

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“Awful. I will not lie.” Layla sighed.  “Changing is always painful.”

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“I feel so mad at her for not saying anything.” Wanda shook her head. “But at the same time… I understand that it is something really complex.”

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“I'm not saying that lying to you was good. I would be mad too.” Layla cocked her head, understanding the girl's anger. “But it's not easy… all this is… it must be new for you, as well as for her."

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“It was more than that.” Wanda whispered.

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“Facing a werewolf is not easy at all.” Layla smiled and squeezed her shoulder gently, showing support.  “You are really very brave.”

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Wanda started flipping through one of the books, although she couldn't understand anything because it was in some kind of Proto-Germanic.

One of those pages caught her attention, especially the drawing. Two huge wolves, one was darker and the other was completely white.

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“Oh, that one is one of my favorites.” Layla smiled, placing two more books on the table.  “A bit strange and corny, I must admit.”

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“What is it about?” the brunette murmured curiously.

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“Have you ever heard the story of Hati and Sköll?” Layla prepared herself to tell that story while taking her steaming cup of tea between her hands.

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Wanda frowned. “No.”

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“Well, their story is kind of pretty unbelievable and somewhat fanciful, but a very interesting one.” She cleared her throat as she tried to translate the story for Wanda.

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“Hati and Skoll were the wolves, daughters of Fenrir -the black wolf-, complements, necessary to each other. They both had pivotal roles in their lives, but they always had each other. One was white as the day, the other was darker as the night.

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Every night, since the sun set on the horizon, Hati would come out of hiding to howl once more, her huge black back covering the sky and running after the moon until it reached it, and devoured it eagerly.

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Sköll pursues the Sun relentlessly and fiercely, wishing to leave this entire world in permanent darkness. And this chase never ends. Every mortal man and woman knew that if ever that happened, if the eager wolves managed to reach the Sun or the Moon, the world would be plunged into total and perpetual darkness. Blah blah blah.”

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“But other legends and myths say that when Hati and Sköll were just cubs, Odin -the allfather- captured them and kept them in the kennels of Asgard to keep their father Fenrir, the enemy, at bay.

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“Wolves job was to control the priestesses of the sun and moon, to do their job. Since Odin controls the wolves, thus believing that he also has control over Ragnarök, the end of the days.”

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“The loyal pups, without pure evil in the heart, were forced by Odin to do his dirty jobs just because they were were born on the opposite side. You know… Wrong place, wrong time.”

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Layla cleared her throat, turning the page.

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“Both wolves watch over their priestesses for an eternity, at first in a reluctant and hateful way until they grow fond of them. Hati spent millennia caring for her priestess, listening to her songs, bewitched by her beauty. That priestess stole the beast heart, but the priestess never returned that love, ending up being an unrequited love.”

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“Then… The time had come, Hati had to kill the moon priestess and unleash Ragnarok, but despite the fact that… that was her eternal purpose, she didn’t do it. She loved the priestess too much to take her life away, even if the priestess didn't feel the same way.”

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“Ragnarok never happened, the gods… well, they fell. We forget them, we leave them behind. Sköll hated Hati for not doing it, for she had been unable to refuse, and her red sun priestess died.”

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“And all of Odin's fury fell upon them, Hati and Sköll were eternally cursed. Odin murdered Sköll in front of her sister, then cursed Hati before taking her life. She was cursed to spread a painful malediction, becoming the first werewolf.

ㅤㅤ Hati was going to reincarnate as a human over and over again and she would forget everything. The wolf would always be her karma, and she could never again see the full moon that reminded the priestess, not in the same way. Because when the wolf woke up those days, wouldn't hesitate to take her life this time.”

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Layla finished telling that story and closed the book, leaving it on the table. Wanda kept silent, getting lost in her thoughts.

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“Really cheesy, isn't it?” Layla shrugged. “But it's like everything, you know, an old story. It's got to have drama and madness.”

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“All of this is… too much.” Wanda babbled.

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“Are you okay?”

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“Yeah just…” The Sokovian frowned, trying not to panic. “How do you now all this?”

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“Because I'm a hunter.” Layla revealed without further ado, before drinking some tea.

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Wanda's face paled, she started to stutter so bad.

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“Oh, no. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you or her.” She didn't seem to have changed her attitude, Layla just seemed very calm and that made Wanda too uncomfortable.  “I'm just a… watcher or something like that. We just investigate some supernatural cases and hand them over to the hunters.”

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“Are you…?” Wanda swallowed hard, considering whether to escape or not. But again, Layla also wasn't showing herself in an aggressive or threatening way.

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“Am I going to tell any hunter about your werewolf girlfriend?” The hunter  wrinkled her nose.  “No.”

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If Wanda was confused, she was more so now. So, the hunters weren't as bad as they seemed? Weird.

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“Wanda… My father was a renowned anthropologist. He traveled all over the world, meeting endless creatures and… interesting beings. But throughout that journey, he discovered that not all creatures were malicious.” Layla told her the truth, those eyes there was not a bit of malice or lies. “Some of them just want to live in society like…everyone.”

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“This place is a sanctuary. Here we don't have violence allowed, but many hunters tend to hang around. Be careful. This information is precious, now no one can be trusted.”

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“Thank you.” Wanda nodded and drank some tea. “This is... new to me.”

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“You’re lucky, you have found me. I recommend you start…” Layla  leaned in to whisper. “Avoid telling all this to people you don't know or don't really trust. This could put you in danger…  But you must understand something, Wanda. There are people out there who... Some of us undertand, others won't think so and put a bullet in your girl's head. Hunters are shaped by tragedy, and they blame whatever monster reminds them of it.”

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Wanda was terrified just thinking about the damage and danger that Y/N could go through, any kind of anger and annoyance was left behind.

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“If you love that girl, you have to be extremely careful or walk away completely.”

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Wanda just nodded, understanding the whole situation she was in much better.

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 “Can I take a picture of this? Please?” Wanda pointed to the book and picked up the phone.

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“Sure.” Layla smiled and got up to find some other books that Wanda wanted to read.  “But I repeat, it's just an old story to scare children. It's for the kids to go to bed early at night...”

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Wanda just nodded stared at that image of the wolves dancing, like a ying and yang. Totally complementary opposites. Dancing.

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“So… she’s not talking to you?” Natasha's voice made Y/N look up. They were in the living room, resting on that sofa while Y/N was looking for a movie to watch.

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“Not since she left with you that morning.” Y/N sighed somewhat gloomy. “I tried. Wanda has been avoiding me and ignoring my calls.”

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Natasha wrinkled her nose and drank some of beer. “Same here. All I know is that she's fine, Pietro told me that.”

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“I miss her.” Y/N sighed. Never thought that it could hurt so much to feel her distance again.

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“Me too, but she has every right to be mad at us.”

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Y/N just remained silent, somewhat thoughtful.

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Of course, she perfectly understood Wanda's reasons, but her absence caused a deep pain in her heart.

Every morning, every night, anxiety devoured her like a wild beast. Looking at her chat and being a prisoner of that 'online' but not even receiving a 'hello'.

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At that moment the door opened, with a Jules that came quite loaded. In her hands a huge two pizza boxes. “I'm back! Is everything ready?

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“Yep.” Y/N got up to help her. “Thank you.”

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“I’m so damn hungry.” The dark haired girl grumbled as she took off her jacket. “I've been waiting for an hour!  But it was worth it, this place has exquisite pizza.”

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“So are you guys coming back to Wyoming? In a week it's… you know.” Natasha asked as she brought some beers and soda to the table. Since Wanda moved away from her and Yelena was on the honeymoon, the redhead found such a nice company with them.

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“No… We’re staying here a bit longer. We stay indefinitely.” Jules said as she set the pizza down on the coffee table along with some fries and mozzarella sticks. Y/N turned to see her, really surprised. “We just have to do finish the work on that fucking cabin.”

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“We staying here?” Y/N smiled widely.  One of the best news among so much sadness.

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“Well, we can't just leave after what happened with your girlfriend, right? There’s no excuse for which to escape now. You have to get her back...” The dark-haired girl arched her brow and licked her finger when she got some ketchup on it.

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“Or maybe you don't want to miss me.” Natasha teased, wiggling her eyebrows flirtatiously.

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“Ugh, you wish that. You think too much of yourself, you know?” Jules rolled her eyes, then looked at Y/N. “And YOU, please, stop playing ‘You're On Your Own, Kid’ over and over again while you cry like a baby.”

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“I wasn’t crying!” Y/N grunted and blushed, biting her slice.  “I’m just… I have allergies.”

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“To what? Break up?” Jules teased as she took a slice of pizza.

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Natasha giggled but when she saw Y/N's face she just pursed her lips. “Anyway… Did you find out anything about that day? About who bit you.”

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They shook their heads.

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“It's been a year now... All I remember is a huge wolf was biting Y/N, one much bigger than us by the way… it was too dark. I shot, it walked away. This girl was soaked in blood, I got bit.” Jules shrugged.

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“I was looking but that night it was impossible... there was no one near the forest other than the Ranger truck.” Nat wiped her lips with a napkin.

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“Speaking of investigations, how's all your work going at the station? Any interesting case?” Y/N settled on the couch, happy with her pizza. She needed a girls' night out so bad.

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“Yeah, Romanoff, how does it feel to work like a pig?” Jules teased again.

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“Not as dirty as a flea-fest hound.”

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“Hey!”

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They kept talking for a while until the sound of the doorbell made them both look at each other, confused.

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“Are we waiting for someone else?” Nat asked curiously.

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“No… just us. Yelena and Kate are coming back tomorrow.” Y/N frowned as she walked towards the door. But when she opened the door, everything inside went to hell. Or heaven.

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The woman's heart took a huge leap.

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“Hey.” Y/N whispered slightly. In front of her was that woman she loved so much. Wanda looked beautiful, wearing an adorable beannie and a huge grey coat.

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“Hey.” Wanda was as nervous as the first time as on their first date.  So lovestruck.

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They both looked at each other for a moment without saying anything, completely lost. They were lost in time and space.

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“Okay, let her in, right? It looks cold outside!” Natasha and Jules looked at each other with a teasing smile.

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“Yeah! Sorry! Come in, please!” Y/N apologized and stepped aside.

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Wanda smiled kindly and went into the living room, noticing that Y/N wasn’t alone. There was also Natasha and Jules, they seemed in some sort of movie night or something.

Suddenly Wanda felt the anxiety coming back again.  “C-Can we talk?”

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“Of course, yeah. Yes, we can.” Y/N babbled. Wanda turned to see her friends who were watching them curiously.

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“Sorry, I came at a rather inopportune time. I wouldn't want to ruin your night.”  The brunette said sheepishly.

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“Don’t worry, Wands, we were going to leave anyway, right?” Natasha smiled and took Jules's arm to pull her toward the door, though the woman seemed reluctant to give up the food.

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“What? But I’m- I’m hungry! You can talk in the bedroom!” Jules pouted, looking at the pizza and stretching her hand.

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“I'll buy you something on the way. Think about it as a date! Let’s go!” Natasha muttered under her breath and took the girl out of the house. Finally leaving them alone.

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“Those two…” Wanda pointed and narrowed her eyes in confusion.

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“Yeah.” Y/N sighed deeply and shook her head. “I was the same. But I think they get along even though neither wants to accept it.”

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Wanda nodded and silence returned. Facing each other, they didn't even know how to begin. “So…”

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“How are you?”  y/n said without even thinking. That's the stupidest question you've ever asked.

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“Good. As it is possible in these circumstances, right?” Wanda swallowed and smiled awkwardly as they walked over to the couch so they could sit down. Y/N moved away so she could pour a glass of wine for her, she remembered that rosé was Wanda’s favourite. “Thank you… how have you been?”

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“Well, I... I've... I've been...” she stammered. Should Y/N tell Wanda that she's been like a wet abandoned puppy all week? That she hasn't stopped thinking about her all this time? Did her friends approve of that? Or would she look too pathetic? “A bit... worried, maybe, but I wanted to give you some space.”

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Wanda narrowed her eyes, somewhat amused. “You kept calling me every night.”

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“That could be true, also that... Yep.” She handed Wanda the glass of wine.

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They both giggled, they were definitely completely idiots for each other but didn't know how to do this. Being in love wasn't easy right now.

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“I'm sorry. For everything I did to you.” Y/N finally exhaled, releasing everything she kept inside. For the first time, she opened up and released the huge load that only seemed to sink her. “For what I have not told you, because I have lied to you… I am sorry.”

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Wanda pursed her lips, taking a seat next to her, she set the glass aside.

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“I know it's not easy…” Y/N sighed and looked at Wanda with genuine sadness. “Trust me, I know.”

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“No, you don't.” The Sokovian looked at her hands. She didn't want to be hard on her, but she was really trying to open her heart and not close it off forever.

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“I don't expect you to forgive me or want to be with me right now. I don't know if…” Y/N hesitated, thinking better of what to say. She just closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “When we got back, Jules told me I was going to hurt you and I did it. I don't want that again, Wands. You don't deserve that.”

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She took Wanda's hand and squeezed it gently.

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“I love you, I love you with all my heart and this dark thing inside me knows it, it knows what I feel because otherwise that night would have been much more... darker.” She swallowed, trying not to cry. Noticing how Wanda's huge green eyes filled with tears too. “And because I love you, I know that… I know that this is not easy to accept or deal with but I didn't choose it.”

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She narrowed her eyes, trying to take courage and that her voice did not waver. “I love you, and I want you to be happy even if it means having to let you go.”

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“Y/N…” Wanda tried.

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Y/N swallowed. “I don't know how I'll do it, I don't know what will happen next but I know that I want the best for you, no matter how that is... I will always want you to be happy.”

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Wanda watched her beloved for a moment, noticing that Y/N's look only showed the concern she felt to know her answer. She just caressed her cheek gently.

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“The best thing for me is you, silly.” The brunette smiled, especially when Y/N's look went from sad one to hopeful. “So many new senses and you haven't figured that out?”

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Y/N giggled excitedly and shook her head. But a sigh escaped her lips when Wanda took Y/N’s hand and brought it to her chest.

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“Can you feel my heart, detka?” The Sokovian whispered. “It’s you.”

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“I love you.” Y/N sniffled.  “I love you like I never loved anything, truly… Please, forgive me.”

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“I forgive you.” Wanda caressed her cheek tenderly and then hugged her tightly. “I'm sorry too. I was afraid, I still am.”

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“You don't have to apologize, none of this is your fault.” The girl closed her eyes and was lost in that embrace for a while, until both decided to separate and dry their tears.

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“Neither is yours. Well… not everything.” Wanda joked and they both laughed through tears. “We will do all this together, discover... a new world, together.”

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Y/N finally smiled, Wanda was supporting her even after all that. What had she done so well in other lives to deserve her?

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“We will… together… By the way, are you hungry?” She tried to pretend nothing was wrong, even though they both looked like two wet puppies.

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“Well, I haven't eaten anything yet.” Wanda wrinkled her nose in that adorable way. “Do you think your friend won't be mad if I eat a piece of her delicious pizza?”

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“I don't think so. I don't think they'll come back either.” Y/N whispered with a mischievous smile on her lips, leaning down to finally kiss her lover's lips.

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It was a cute kiss, so tender and soft that it surprised both when it took on an unexpected passion. Y/N wrapped around Wanda's waist and pulled the girl against her body, unable to let her go.

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“Mh…” Wanda whispered agitated when she could barely separate from Y/N's lips.  “On second thought, I think I have other plans right now.”

Her beloved's soft lips ran over her skin, Wanda stretched her neck, needing more of that. Her perfume was like a drug, a new addiction that Y/N couldn't and wouldn't easily overcome.

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Her teeth brushed the pale skin, that delicious neck invited her to bite it one more time. And she did it, with utterly sensual softness.

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The week before the full moon used to be one of the hottest and most needy ones, besides the bestial hunger., always felt starving. And now Wanda could understand it after many orgasms.

She could feel Wanda's heart beating fast, almost in step with hers.

They already shed their clothes, just two bodies under the sheets finding each other, complementing each other in the most perfect way.

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“I love you.” Y/N whispered against her lips, making Wanda smile.

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“I love you, detka.” Wanda whispered as well, caressing her girlfriend's shoulders slowly.

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With some mischief, she pushed Y/N to lie down on the bed and now the sokovian took control.

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“What are you doing?” Y/N giggled, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw Wanda sit on her hips.

ㅤㅤ

“Taking control.”  She began to move slowly, rubbing her sex against hers.  “Why? Do you think I couldn't do it?”

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“I-…” Y/N stammered, utterly bewitched.

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“Do you think you're too wild for me?” Wanda teased one more time. The brunette arched an eyebrow taking Y/N's hands -which she had on Wanda’s hips- and brought them over her head.

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Y/N couldn't even answer, she just got carried away. Again desire awoke inside her, especially when Wanda took her face to stare at her. Those green eyes, pupils dilated from passion.

ㅤㅤ

“I’m yours but you…You’re mine.” She said it as if she'd challenge Y/N, as challenging the beast within.  Declaring her deep possession and devotion to that woman.

ㅤㅤ Wanda was the one in charge that night.

ㅤㅤ

“You get it, right?”

ㅤㅤ

Oh, I didn't need to answer that. Y/N just nodded, biting her lower lip when Wanda began to kiss her chest, slowly going down her belly.

ㅤㅤ

“I do…”

ㅤㅤ

“Say it then.” Wanda growled, biting her skin softly.

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The warmth between Y/N’s legs increased just by hearing that thick sokovian accent; she wasn't asking, she was ordering.

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“I’m yours.” Y/N declared with a unique fidelity, closing her eyes and moaning when Wanda finally found that needy and delicate spot.

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The brunette's hands ran over and caressed those sweet thighs while she devoured her, making Y/N hers.

This time now she was the victim, and wasn’t going to deny that she was fascinated.

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“Do you really want to do this?” Y/N asked Wanda, who was next to her. They were both in front of that old cabin that now seemed much cleaner and definitely in better condition than before.

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The memories came to Wanda like a bullet; she swallowed thinking about that whole night of horror that she had lived through. But she had to face it, didn't she?

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“Yeah.” The brunette sighed and nodded. “I must and I want to.”

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If she wanted to be with Y/N, she had to understand her new way of living her life and the first step was to support her.

Y/N took her hand and they finally entered the cabin together. It definitely looked much better, neat and quite welcoming.

ㅤㅤ

“Hey.” Jules waved as she walked up the basement stairs. “Everything’s ready down there.”

ㅤㅤ

A shiver ran through the sokovian’s body. Both found themselves in the same way, this time in a very different way.

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“Hi.” Wanda murmured something shy; the dejavu. ㅤㅤ

“We're not going to hurt you.” Y/N said when she noticed the tension in her girlfriend.  “The sun hasn't set yet.”

ㅤㅤ

Wanda swallowed and just nodded, trusting her.

ㅤㅤ The three of them went down the stairs, Y/N still holding Wanda's hand and squeezed it, giving her the comfort she needed.

It seemed like a completely different place, and it was thanks to the work they did together with Natasha, who helped them a lot.

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Two massive cages or cells separated the room, the iron bars preventing whatever was inside from getting out.

A table and some chairs and other necessary stuff, a cabinet with weapons, a rifle with tranquilizer darts in case they need to defend themselves.

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“This is good.” Wanda murmured, the flickering lights gone. The facility was pretty good now.

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“Right? We've worked all week on this. We got a small power unit for electricity to keep everything going all night, for 16 hours in fact. And we got some coffee and some necessary stuff... just in case, if someone stays.” Y/N commented proudly looking at the cages. “Nat helped us a lot... Stark helped us with the cages. Nat helped us get tranquilizers as well, enough to put a bunch of horses to sleep.”

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“Anything to keep you safe.” Nat smiled at them.

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“How did you get it?” Jules asked curiously as she sat down to enjoy some Doritos.

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“Yeah, few years ago I was investigating some dirty old man who profited by selling exotic animals, he also sold Carfentanil. Told him that if he didn't help me get it, the FBI was going to drop in his fucking house soon.” Nat pursed her lips. “I ratted him out anyway but got what I needed.”

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They all nodded in surprise.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“That’s awesome… But you don't have to put your job at risk for this, Nat.”  Y/N sighed and sat down on on the sofa, trying it. It wasn’t that bad.

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“So, what's the plan?” Wanda asked her as she walked through the cages, touching the iron reinforced door. The barriers seemed strong enough to hold.

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“The plan is to stay inside, all night.” Y/N shrugged. “The barriers are made of iron, it has silver and wolfsbane. The door is reinforced, the lock is numeric.”

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“All night?” Wanda turned to look at her, clearly worried.

ㅤㅤ

“From dusk until dawn.”

ㅤㅤ

“Just you two?”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N and Jules nodded.

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“That’s tonight, right?”

ㅤㅤ

“Yup.” Y/N sighed, leaning back on the sofa and closing her eyes for a moment. She began to feel it.

ㅤㅤ

“Then I’m staying.” Wanda said without further ado and left her purse on the sofa. Jules just ate Doritos and watched them like she was watching her favorite soap opera.

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Y/N shook her head quickly.  “Wanda… it’s not safe. Jules, say something. You always have something to say about responsibility and shit.”

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Jules shrugged. "After what we did to her that night, I can't say anything. I owe it to her.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N huffed.

ㅤㅤ

“If you want this to work, we have to deal with this together.” Wanda pointed at them. “Are any of you going to stop it? You guys owe me for the last time.”

ㅤㅤ

They all looked at each other, of course it wasn't fair now to exclude her from all of this mess.

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“I'll keep an eye on you, how hard can it be? You’ll be locked up, I’ve a gun.” Wanda crossed her arms, she wasn't going to accept ‘no’ for an answer. “I won't open, I’m not stupid, I'll just watch you.”

ㅤㅤ

“We will.” Nat sighed.  “I'm not going to leave you alone, even though this is safe.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N, who didn't seem at all happy with this idea, just remained thoughtful. Wanda stared at her, a battle that would have only one winner. Again, if Y/N wanted this to work, she had to go along with it.

ㅤㅤ

Y/N grunted and reached over to take the rifle and handed it to Nat.  “If something happens, you shoot. Understood? No time to doubt.”

ㅤㅤ

“Yeah, I already told you… yes.” Nat sighed and rolled her eyes, setting the rifle aside. She nodded to Jules for them both to come out and leave the girls alone for a moment.

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“I know you don't like the idea, you don't have to look at me like that, detka.” Wanda said like a scolded puppy as she leaned, trying to buy her girlfriend who seemed a bit grumpy. They both leaned against the cage.

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“There will be things you don't like to see.” Y/N leaned next to her, placing her hand on Wanda's. “And there will be things that will seem horrible, painful or awful to you… But there's nothing you can do to help me. Are you sure you want to do this? Maybe is not-”

ㅤㅤ

“Can't live ignoring it, Y/N.” The sokovian sighed. The tallest woman just nodded and looked at the cage.

ㅤㅤ

“For nothing in the world do you open that door, do you understand?”

ㅤㅤ

“Yes, Y/N. I’m not dumb.” Wanda narrowed her eyes.

ㅤㅤ

“I mean it. I don't think you're stupid, I think you love me too much to try.”

ㅤㅤ

Seeing the concern and love in Y/N's eyes, Wanda understood that she wasn't scolding her. She was just trying to take care of her. The brunette caressed her cheek softly before kissing Y/N's lips.

ㅤㅤ

“I love you, detka. It’s okay, I can handle this night and so can you.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N smiled so in love with her.  “I love you, Wands.”

ㅤㅤ

About three hours have passed since they arrived and the sun would finish setting in about twenty minutes. The last hour had been the most difficult for both werewolves, who seemed to be fidgeting. The sweat, the reddish eyes, the anxiety.

ㅤㅤ

“You both should go up, this is not going to be easy to watch.” Y/N told them as she sat in the cage, opening the medcase to take out the syringe and vials of purple liquid.

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She swallowed, her body heat rising more and more. Hands began to shake again, making it harder to handle the syringe.

Y/N sighed heavily, trying to focus.

Natasha was going to close the cage when Wanda intervened. She stepped into the cage and crouched down to take Y/N’s hand.

ㅤㅤ

“I'll help you, okay?” She whispered, gently stroking Y/N’s  forehead. Seeing Y/N so sweaty, as if she had one of the worst fevers she's ever seen broke her heart.  If only she knew that the worst would come later. “Please, let me help you.”

ㅤㅤ

Nat watched this curiously, thinking that perhaps she should do the same. She turned to look at the next cage, noticing that Jules was curling up trying to stay calm as well, so she decided to help her. Or at least give the girl some comfort.

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“I’m sorry, Wands.”  Y/N's eyes became teary for a moment, how come that woman still wanted to stay by her side despite everything? A month ago, she put Wanda through hell and now she was at her side, wanting to make this awful night less heavy on her.

ㅤㅤ

She handed the syringe to Wanda, who carefully and not before taking a deep breath, injected it gently into the werewolf's arm.

Instantly, Y/N closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and tried to stifle a cry of pain. How that liquid ran through every part of her body, making her squirm; her heart was pumping hard.

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“Are you okay?” Wanda scolded herself, that was maybe the dumbest question she could have asked, again. But Y/N just nodded slowly, now allowing her body to relax after the pain. Wanda didn't move away, she just stayed for a moment, gently stroking her hair.

ㅤㅤ

“Wanda, it’s time.” Natasha's voice made the Sokovian turn around and nod, getting up to walk away.  Her heart was heavy just seeing Y/N like that.

ㅤㅤ

“Thank you…” Y/N swallowed as Natasha closed the cage and locked it with many locks, besides to the numeric one.

ㅤㅤ

“You will not know the code, only we will know it.” Nat explained to both. Both girls were on the ground, trying to recover, babbling incoherently due to the poison.

Natasha stood next to Wanda and hugged her.

ㅤㅤ

“What's happening to them?”

ㅤㅤ

“I don't know, it's the first time I've... seen this.” Nat swallowed. “We should go up, the sun will go down in two minutes-”

ㅤㅤ

But Wanda quickly shook her head. “No, I want to be here. I want…to be there for her.”

ㅤㅤ

Natasha wanted to convince her but it was in vain, Wanda wasn’t going to abandon Y/N. Not anymore. But the worst came a minute later.

ㅤㅤ

A piercing scream made Wanda and Natasha turn around in fright to see what was happening. The loud crack of a bone breaking from her sent a chill down their spine.

Y/N's eyes widened, trying to crawl on the ground to escape but it was impossible. Again, calvary.

ㅤㅤ

Desperate, Wanda’s first instinct was to go help her but Nat stopped her.

ㅤㅤ

“Get her out of here!” Y/N managed to scream before whimpering in deep pain. Her heart was pounding so hard it would burst out of her chest soon. And she could not only hear her own, but also the heartbeat of the two of them.

ㅤㅤ

The Russian had seen many things in her life, especially working as a police officer, but nothing like this. The way her friends started to scream in pain, tears welled up in her eyes but she tried to be strong.

Wanda felt how tears fell down her face, now she understood perfectly. How could she have been so blind? The pain that her beloved suffered eternally was a horrible curse, seeing Y/N suffer like that and not being able to do anything about it broke her heart.

ㅤㅤ

Feeling so helpless, how can you see the love of your life suffer so much and you can't do anything?

ㅤㅤ

The desperate screams of both women made Wanda gasp and hide her face in Natasha's chest, hugging her tightly. Nat didn't hesitate a moment longer to get her out of the basement, while the screams now turned into animal roars and whines.

Wanda stopped halfway up the stairs and looked at the cages. She couldn't leave now, right? She had already seen the worst, she had to be by her side until the end.

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She sighed heavily and went back downstairs, even when Natasha told her not to. “I'm not going to abandon her now.”

ㅤㅤ

The Sokovian walked until she was in front of the cages, trying to stay strong, especially when the human figures in them had disappeared. Now only two huge beasts were in those cages, watching her suspiciously.

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Wanda inhaled deeply, she must have been strong even though her legs were shaking.

Memories came back to her, seeing how those beasts that had previously hunted her throughout the forest now just looked at her.

Both wolves walked around the cages, trying to push and open them but it was in vain. And to Wanda’s surprise, the white wolf simply lay down on the ground and sighed, closing her eyes.

As if she gave up.

ㅤㅤ

But the gray wolf kept watching carefully, its ears pricked up listening to the Sokovian's every move.

ㅤㅤ

“They don't seem to look violent for now.” Natasha murmured, standing next to Wanda, watching the wolves. “They are… quite big.”

ㅤㅤ

“More than a normal wolf.” Wanda added.

ㅤㅤ

Natasha narrowed her eyes, noticing how the gray wolf kept looking at Wanda.  “She doesn't stop looking at you. Do you think it's her? It's kind of creepy.”

ㅤㅤ

“I see that.” Wanda whispered a little shyly.

ㅤㅤ

“I'm going to make myself a coffee and watch everything is okay around on the cameras, this will be an interesting night. Want one?”

ㅤㅤ

“Yes, thank you.”

ㅤㅤ

The Russian sighed and took the rifle, handing it over to her friend.  “Take this, if you need it, feel free to use it.”

ㅤㅤ

Wanda nodded but just stared at Y/N.

ㅤㅤ

“Wanda...” Nat turns around, knowing her best friend perfectly well.  “Stay away from the cages.”

ㅤㅤ

But the brunette just rolled her eyes.  “I know what I do, Nat.”

ㅤㅤ

But of course, once the russian was far enough away, Wanda carefully approached the cage to see that wolf more closely.

ㅤㅤ

“Y/N… are you still there?” She whispered, staying away but facing the wolf. Wanda sat down with the legs crossed. “I know you're there... that's why you didn't hurt me last time.”

ㅤㅤ

The wolf just growled, keeping its gaze fixed on the girl.

ㅤㅤ

“I'm sorry I didn't support you sooner, although you must admit I had my reasons. You almost scared me to death.”

ㅤㅤ

Wanda sighed.

ㅤㅤ

“But now I can see all that you suffer and... it really is awful, and I'm so sorry.” She finally spoke with her heart.  “I'm sorry you have to stop for this, but you won't do it alone.”

ㅤㅤ

The connection between their gazes was impossible to break. Those wild yellow eyes met Wanda's lovely green eyes once again, in a completely different context.

ㅤㅤ

Wanda swallowed, perhaps she was losing her mind but her instincts told her to go further. She lifted her hand and pulled it closer to the cage, making the wolf to snarl and bare its teeth at her.

“I know you are there.” She tried once more, sighing. “I know you love me. Remember? I’m yours… and you’re mine. Everything is okay.”

ㅤㅤ

It was just the stupidest and most irresponsible thing she'd ever done, but if Y/N hadn't hurt her before, maybe she wouldn't now either.

The Sokovian swallowed and held out her hand, but palm up.

Somewhere she had read that it was good to extend your hand like this to the animals and allow them to come close to smell you, it was less aggressive.

ㅤㅤ

“You didn't hurt me last time, I know you won't hurt me this time either. I know that you recognize me, I know that you love me and I know that you are there… You’re stronger than the wilderness.”

ㅤㅤ

The silence made Wanda stir uneasily, somewhat fearful but she tried to be sure. Animals knew when you were afraid.

She tried to sing a little sokovian lullaby that she once heard her mother sing, it served to reassure the little rascals.

And for the first time, Y/N broke gaze contact with her to blink and relax her body again. The tension left her body and the wolf decided to sniff her hand and end up leaning against the cage, in front of her.

Wanda sighed deeply and closed her eyes, feeling how her soul returned to her body.  “Good boy?”

ㅤㅤ

In response, Y/N growled.

ㅤㅤ

“Okay, sorry, too far.” The sokovian giggled and although she doubted whether to continue; finally she let her fingers gently stroke the gray and black fur on her back.

ㅤㅤ

Wanda smiled at the feeling, even when Y/N finally seemed to relax even more from her when she reached the area between her ears. The fur was so soft, so nice.

ㅤㅤ

“You’re just an angry puppy.”

ㅤㅤ

The wolf just sighed, enjoying the caresses so new to her. Definitely now a new bond united them and that made Wanda’s heart swell with happiness.

ㅤㅤ Although a sad whine from the white wolf made the brunette giggle. Definitely jealous of not getting the same affection.

ㅤㅤ

“I don't trust you that much, Jules. I'm sorry.”

ㅤ

The night passed quite calmly, although from time to time you could hear the whines and snorts of the wolves that didn't seem very comfortable with the confinement but tried to bear it.

ㅤㅤ

“Aw… Is that an apex predator? Look at that, looks like a bag of fleas.” Natasha teased at the sight of Jules, who just growled at her.

ㅤㅤ

Natasha returned with two steaming cups of coffee for both of them.

ㅤㅤ

"Thank you." Wanda smiled and took the cup in her hands. Nat just smiled and sat across from her, watching her cages for a while.

ㅤㅤ

"I've been thinking all this time, you know?" Nat started. "I've never seen anything like that before."

ㅤㅤ

Wanda looked up from her while she drank some coffee, understanding that she was referring to the painful transformation.

ㅤㅤ

“I...until the last minute I thought maybe-” Nat smiled a little sadly. “Part of me wanted to think that it was just a story, that maybe they were a little crazy, you know? And… well… seeing that is true, it’s quite painful. I can understand it a little better now, it's awful.”

ㅤㅤ

“I completely understand that. It was…”  Wanda sighed deeply. “Painful. And it's something we have to get used to for a long time.”

ㅤㅤ

They both looked at each other and nodded, noticing that the wolves only snorted restlessly but stayed in place. Nat noticed that Wanda was still completely immersed in reading some old book.

ㅤㅤ

“What are you reading?”

 ㅤㅤ

“Something I found the other day.” Wanda opened the book and showed her friend each of its pages.  “It's some kind of legend or something, a Völva predicted it.”

ㅤㅤ

“A what?” Natasha frowned.

ㅤㅤ

 “A Völva…was a prophetess and witch in Scandinavian mythology.” The Sokovian explained as she searched for something on the page.  “It's about two wolves that complemented each other, were... destined for something.”

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“Did you start looking about werewolves?” Natasha teased and sat down across from her, taking a sip of her coffee. “Where? Reddit? Shit, I forgot sugar.”

ㅤㅤ

“Ha-ha, very funny. For your information, I was in a huge supernatural library with some good intel, a hunter named Layla told me everything I needed to know.” Wanda looked excited, she walked towards the stairs to go up and look for the sugar but she turned to see Nat who seemed worried.

ㅤㅤ

“A hunter?” The smile vanished from the Russian's face. This did not seem to please Natasha, who tensed at the mention of a hunter.

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“Yes, but don't worry, she's not the kind who likes to hunt monsters.” Layla didn't seem like a bad person, or at least her gut told her she wasn't.

ㅤㅤ

“Are you sure about that?” Natasha clenched her jaw and sat up straighter, looking up the stairs.

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Wanda was going to say something but the sensation of the cold metal on her neck made her jump.

ㅤㅤ

“Stay still.” Someone behind her ordered, a rather raspy and deep voice. Wanda watched out of the corner of her eye as a man in his forties finished coming down the stairs and perched behind her, pointing a shotgun at her.

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He had several days' stubble and greasy hair that made her feel a deep disgust.

ㅤㅤ

“Easy, kiddos.” The man hastened to say when he saw Natasha ready to face him. “We only come for the pups… and we will leave.”

ㅤㅤ

The wolves began to growl desperately, trying to free themselves.

ㅤㅤ

Natasha pulled out her gun and now it becomes a fight to take control.  “If you come close, I'll shoot you.”

ㅤㅤ

“Yeah, darling, I wouldn't do that if I were you.” The hunter reloaded his shotgun ready to shoot at Wanda, he pressed the cold metal of the barrel against her back, making her shiver.

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But while it would have been interesting to see her in a duel, two men walked in taking aim at both of them. Now it was three against one.

Swallowing, Natasha realized that she couldn't take on three. She just put down her gun and held up her hands, giving up.

ㅤㅤ

“Put the wolves to sleep.” The hunter told to his partners, who approached Natasha and pushed her against the wall. One of them pointed his rifle at Y/N.

“Hello there, wolfie. If you don't want me to shoot these two beauties, or maybe do something even more nasty to them, you're going to stand still like the dog that you are. Those girls are really pretty…” Rumlow threatened with a rather sinister smile.

ㅤㅤ

The grey wolf kept her gaze on him, as if she could devour him just by looking at this man. She swore him a painful death, of that Y/N was quite sure.

He raised the gun and shot those darts straight into Y/N's neck and then into Jules, making them both start to stumble for some seconds and fall to the ground without further ado.

ㅤㅤ

“Open the door.” Rumlow -the hunter who seemed to be in charge- ordered to Nat.

ㅤㅤ

“Nat, don’t do it!” Wanda told her but one of them hit her in the stomach, making her cough.

ㅤㅤ

“Open the fucking door, I’m not playing!” The man took the shotgun aiming at the sokovian's head. “NOW.”

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The redhead swallowed hard and nodded, moving closer to the door. She quickly keyed in the code, a 'click' indicated that the locks were off.

The other hunters got the wolves out of the cages, though they seemed to be doing it with some difficulty due to their size.

ㅤㅤ

“They don't hurt, they don't come out on a full moon. Please just let them go.” Wanda begged, but one of the hunters pushed her next to Natasha.

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“Yeah, sweetie. You see, I don't care if they eat a herd of sheep and howl at the moon or eat half the fucking town... I just want their skin.”  Rumlow chuckled, of course the guy seemed to be a complete psycho.

ㅤㅤ

“Their skins?” Natasha wrinkled her nose, feeling a deep disgust. “You son of a bitch!”

ㅤㅤ

“They’re humans! The rest of the month they are...” Wanda tried but the man stopped her.

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“Do you have any idea how much money they will give me for these two? Werewolf skin is unique, gonna sell the skin of these two puppies... after skinning them alive.” The hunter took and threw them into the cell, slamming the door shut.  “You’re just girls. Stay there, try not to disturb.”

ㅤㅤ

Rumlow spat aside and shook his head, walking away, leaving those two screaming desperately, trying to get free.

ㅤㅤ

Once he left the cabin, Rumlow walked towards one of the trucks that was waiting for him to leave. Two armored vehicles strong enough to move them quickly before they woke up.

ㅤㅤ

Of course, those guys didn't handle themselves. There was something much more older and powerful behind.

Completely chained, both wolves were whimpering due to the pain the silver and the wolfsbane caused them. They seemed to have all the necessary equipment to keep both trapped. They weren't amateurs at all.

ㅤㅤ

“They are going to give us good money for these two.” Rumlow smiled, patting his partner on the back.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“They don't have much time yet, the size indicates a... a year or maybe two soon.” One of them said watching them carefully, he looked more like a nerd than a hunter. “Should we sell them now or let them grow a bit? She looks like an Alpha.”

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“Yeah, I don’t know.” Rumlow shrugged. He took one of the silver knives and leaned down to cut the skin of one of the wolves, making it whimper.

ㅤㅤ

“Look how the white one squeals.”  He scoffed and they all burst out laughing. He did it again, staining that white fur with blood.

ㅤㅤ

But even though Y/N wanted to do something, she could only grunt. That muzzle and the chains kept her completely tied up, as well as drugged to the core.

But suddenly the truck stopped. Perhaps the road was too dark?

ㅤㅤ

“Walker... what's wrong?” He asked the driver but no one answered.

ㅤㅤ

Rumlow frowned but suddenly the truck door was ripped off with enormous violence and the man's scream was dragged into the dark night.

ㅤㅤ

“Come on!” Wanda insisted desperately while her friend tried to open the cage.

ㅤㅤ

“Wanda, just let me do it-” Natasha groaned as she tried to open the door with the code. It was a great idea that it was hard to open for whoever was inside it, but right now it didn't seem to be helping.

ㅤㅤ

After a few minutes, the beep made them both sigh with joy, Nat pushed the door so that they both got out of that place as quickly as possible.

ㅤㅤ

“The tire tracks on the ground say they went that way.” The redhead pointed as they both got into their car, leaving the shotgun next to her.

ㅤㅤ

Wanda just nodded and hoped that everything was really alright. She was glad to think that they hadn't escaped for too long, two huge wolves wouldn't be easy to take out, would they?

ㅤㅤ

“It won't be easy to get them, they clearly have armored trucks.” Nat explained as they drove down the dirt road.

ㅤㅤ

“How are we going to stop them then? It's just you and me.” Wanda was really worried.

ㅤㅤ

“We'll just follow them… and find out what the hell they're up to, then we'll figure out what to do, okay?”

One by one, those men were caught and torn apart by the huge fangs. Rumlow opened the door and tried to run away, managing to escape for a bit but that beast just caught him quickly, muffling his screams in the bushes.

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Y/N's eyes opened slowly, she was still a prisoner of those chains but at least they were outside that truck that was now beginning to catch fire. The screams of those men still echoed in the forest, until the last fell silent forever.

That wolf noticed how something was moving in the shadows, she would never have expected to see it.

ㅤㅤ

A gigantic black wolf approached them, baring its teeth. It was much bigger than both, of course, and deadlier. A strange feeling of familiarity washed over her. They both tried to free themselves but couldn't.

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The black wolf kept staring at them, until it howled. A long and deep, anguished howl. It took over the night.

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The werewolf slowly approached them, suddenly that huge black wolf changed its shape, this time it didn't seem like a painful process but rather something... natural.

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Its black fur turned into hair as dark as night, the wolf was transformed into a female figure. A young naked woman with hair black as night and bright blue eyes.

Her gaze reflected nothing but malice.

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“Hello.” The woman smirked so smug, approaching until she was crouched in front of them.  “Oh, don’t look at me like that, I just saved your asses... Oh, yeah, maybe it's because you don't know me.”

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Grinning widely and proudly showing her fangs, she looked a bit creepy but gorgeous. Both wolves twitched at her presence. Y/N felt as if something inside was ordering to lower her temper and obey the woman.

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“We haven't seen each other since I did that to you by the way.” She pointed at Y/N's neck, who was growling furiously now. She managed to move enough to take a bite but failed in the attempt.

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How could she not be furious? In front of her was the person who ruined her life forever, cursing her for eternity.

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“Easy.” She pointed at Y/N and reached out to grab the Jules's thick fur like a puppy, making her squeal.

Y/N felt a deep helplessness, couldn't even do anything.

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“You’re going to stay still.” The lady hissed, tightening the grip on Jules's neck and making the wolf cry in pain again.  “Or this mutt will suffer the consequences.”

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Y/N relaxed her body, lowering her head again. She had to obey to that bond, or rather, her alpha.

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“Oww, look at you… Surely you thought you were some kind of alpha or something, right? After biting this mutt here.” The woman caressed Y/N's fur first, making her to feel a horrible chill. But then she took her skin into a fist, squeezing it hard, now making Y/N squeal. “Stay lying down, baby wolf. You can't top me on my worst day.”

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The woman released her grip and then looked at them with certain revulsion. “You must also wonder why I can return to my form and you can't... that's because i'm better. I must admit that I lost sight of you for a long time. I was surprised to learn that you were back in New York. Yellowstone days are over, huh?”

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She walked around the place, kicking some of the bodies to make sure they were all dead. Finally bent down to steal some stuff from the corpses, especially their IDs, they were all completely torn to pieces.

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“They must have a lot of questions, especially you.” She looked at Y/N again.  “Surely now you ask yourself: What makes me so special? Why did you choose me? WHY?”

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She let out a deranged laugh.

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“Do you wanna know the truth?” The woman bit her lower lip. “You're just a fluke.” The woman chuckled cruelly and shrugged.

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“I mean, I just like to… take the best and turn it into the worst.” The black werewolf shrugged. She wanted to continue but the sound of an car and the distant lights made her stop. “But I don't think it's time to talk about it here.”

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With a rather arrogant attitude and a murderous look, the woman smiled at Y/N once more. “I'll find you soon, okay?”

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That strange woman started to walk away but turned around for a moment, only to threaten her once more.  “By the way, you have a delicious girlfriend. You should take more care of her. Don't make me mad, I'm not saving your asses again.”

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That woman transformed into a wolf again, but the amazing thing is that she didn't even have a painful transformation. Simply a perfect metamorphosis, that enormous black wolf once again run away between the forest and the night.

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A car stopped in front of them, the lights blinded them for a moment, but finally Wanda and Natasha got out of the car.

But both were shocked to see the amount of corpses around them, and how the trucks were burning.

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“Fuck.” Natasha whispered as she saw how the trucks exploded, catching fire in that dark night. That would definitely have consequences.

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Well, I hope you liked this a little more. I don't know if it's really good, it's 3 am and I'm very sleepy so I hope I don't have so many typos. 🐻

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[strangerstilinski]

SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter one - - chapter two - - chapter three

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 10,529

chapter notes; second half of episode one. stiles and amber fall down a rabbit hole of supernatural research and are forced to keep an eye on scott from a distance when he refuses to believe their crazy suspicions. amber's gets a little talking to from her older brother regarding her relationship with stiles.

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wolf moon pt.2

After tryouts, Amber said goodbye to Allison and Lydia before she made her way down the bleachers toward where Stiles and Scott were already talking, the boys putting away their lacrosse gear, shoving items into their respective duffle bags.

"Scott!" She called excitedly as she approached, throwing her arms around his bulky padding and giving him a squeeze, "That was insane!"

Scott shrugged with a grin.

"Yeah, Scott is a lacrosse God," Stiles' voice was filled with bitter sarcasm. His eyes narrowed at the way Amber was wrapped around their friend and jealousy caused him to sound significantly less excited than he had when he'd been loudly cheering Scott on during the practice, "And don't go giving him too much love, because now he wants us to hike back through the woods to find his inhaler."

"What?" She groaned and released Scott from her hold, "Don't you have a spare?"

"No," Scott said as they began walking back to the school so the two boys could shower and change in the locker rooms, "Which means we need to find it."

Amber reluctantly made her way into the parking lot while they went to get changed, unlocking Stiles' Jeep with the keys she still had in her possession. She slid into her usual spot at the center of the bench seat, avoiding the gear shift that jutted up from the floor between her knees.

When the two boys joined her at the vehicle a few minutes later, Stiles tossed their lacrosse gear into the back seat with Amber's backpack while Scott hooked his bicycle onto the back of the vehicle. Stiles moving to settle behind the wheel while Scott slid into the vacant passenger seat. Stiles shot Amber a small smile as he started the engine, pressing their thighs together.

Though the Jeep was always cramped when they rode together like this — with so much stuff shoved in the back that all three of them opted to squeeze together into the front — Amber secretly loved it. She positioned herself a few inches closer to Stiles on the bench seat, and the warmth of his thigh where it pressed against hers was heaven.

Normally, when Stiles drove, his right hand bounced back and forth restlessly between using the gear shift and having both of his hands on the steering wheel, but when Amber was sandwiched between them in the front, he always chose instead to rest his forearm over her leg, his fingers glued to the lever.

Amber reveled in the feeling.

Stiles parked the Jeep in the same spot as the night before and they all filed out, making their way to the tree line.

Amber was grateful for the daylight this time around. Walking made easier without the fear of tripping over something that she couldn't see, though she did find herself missing the warmth of Stiles' guiding hand at the bottom of her spine.

They reached a small stream and Scott stomped straight into it, plunging his feet into the ankle-deep cold water as he spoke, "I don't- I don't know what it was." He said, kicking up water as he splashed across.

Amber had paused when they reached the edge of the waterline, hesitating as she looked for a rock to step on while she crossed. Stiles came to a stop in front of her and he squatted down, jerking his head in a silent prompt for her to jump up onto his back.

"-It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott continued as Stiles piggy-backed Amber across the stream of water.

Amber squeezed Stiles' shoulder, roughly tilting his head to the left and planting a sloppy kiss in the short hair on the side of his head in thanks as she dropped back down to the ground.

"And that's not the only weird thing," Scott spoke again, "I-I can.. Hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things?" Amber laughed, bumping her shoulder playfully against Scott's as she caught up to him.

"Smell things?" Stiles chuckled, "Like what?"

"Like-like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Scott turned to face Stiles and Amber as the former began to search the pockets of his jacket. Amber eyed the gray zip up he was wearing underneath his open jacket thoughtfully and she reached inside, her own hand digging into the left pocket of his sweatshirt.

"I don't even have any mint mojito-" Stiles cut off when Amber's hand re-emerged with a small stick of gum pinched between her fingers, his eyes squinted in disbelief. He grabbed it from Amber's hand, tucking it back into his pocket before speaking again, "So, all this started with a bite."

They began moving through the trees again as Scott worried, "What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"Then we should probably be at the hospital and not hiking through the stupid preserve." Amber muttered just loud enough for the both of them to hear her.

"You know what?" Stiles said, "I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?" Scott asked, coming to a stop with a dead expression.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called.. Lycanthropy." Stiles explained.

Amber snorted.

"What's that?" Scott asked, "Is it bad?"

"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles supplied.

"Once a month?" Scott's face was filled with confusion.

Amber hated that she was finding entertainment in her friend's pain and she tried to hide her smile by turning her face into Stiles' shoulder.

"Mhm," Stiles hummed, hand coming up to rest on her back. Her face was still smooshed into his jacket as she tried to smother her laughter, "On the night of the full moon."

There were a few seconds of silence before Stiles howled like a dog quietly.

Scott shoved Stiles in the chest, causing both he and Amber to stumble back a few steps. Stiles laughed as they regained their footing, his arm coming up to rest over her shoulders as they followed after Scott.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles announced defensively.

"Hey! There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott said in distress, looking at his friends with a worried frown.

"I know!" Stiles exclaimed, "You're a werewolf! Grr!"

Amber threw her head back and laughed, head falling into the crook of Stiles' arm and nearly losing her footing over a fallen branch in the process.

"Okay," Stiles finally acquiesced after a moment, "I'm obviously kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt down all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon."

"Maybe it wasn't a wolf," Amber pondered, causing both boys to look at her curiously as they walked, "Maybe it was actually a vampire. Y'know? And heard a wolf howling because they were fighting over territory, like in Twilight and now, you're turning into a vampire.. Sans sparkles, obviously. Because that's stupid."

Stiles snorted in amusement next to her, squeezing her shoulder, but Scott looked unimpressed with the turn in conversation.

They finally slowed to a stop and Scott spun in a slow circle, looking at the ground around them in confusion.

"I-I-I could've sworn this was it. I saw the body. The deer came running. I dropped my inhaler."

Amber looked at the trees around them slowly, trying to find anything familiar about the spot where they were standing, but it looked exactly the same to her as the rest of the preserve.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles questioned with a shrug.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." Scott said, kneeling down to feel for it in the leaves.

Stiles suddenly jumped, smacking Scott in the shoulder to get his attention and tightening his arm nervously around Amber's shoulders.

The three teens looked up to see a guy with dark hair, wearing a leather jacket, standing fifty feet away and silently watching them with a stormy expression. Once their attention was focused on him, the stranger began stomping toward them through the leaves.

"What are you doing here? Huh?" He called out, the slight familiarity of his voice startling Amber, "This is private property." He focused on Amber as he repeated the words from the night before and suddenly, she recognized him.

"Uh, sorry, man. We didn't know." Stiles said nervously, stepping back a few inches and pulling Amber with him.

"Yeah, we were just looking for something but-" Scott paused when the stranger raised his eyebrows, unimpressed by the excuse, "Uh, forget it."

The boy in the leather jacket pulled something from his pocket and tossed it straight into Scott's hand, they all looked down to see the inhaler they'd come for.

"How's your head?" The stranger asked in a gentler voice, looking straight at Amber where she was still tucked tightly underneath Stiles' arm.

"Yeah, good, all good." She smiled at him, "Thank you. Seriously."

He nodded silently, glaring between the two boys once more before he turned and stalked back off into the distance without another word.

Amber tore her eyes from his retreating form to look up at Stiles beside her. His mouth was hanging open in disbelief as he squinted at the boy in the distance in both shock and confusion.

"Aright," Scott broke the silence, "C'mon, I gotta get to work."

"Dude!" Stiles squeaked, releasing Amber and stepping back to look at her incredulously, "That was Derek Hale! Why is Derek Hale worried about your head?"

"I passed out for a few minutes after Scott got bit. He woke me up to see if I was okay and he helped me back out to the main road."

"He-"

Scott interrupted whatever Stiles was going to say, "Who's Derek Hale?"

"I-," Stiles paused, not wanting to change the direction of the conversation but giving in, "He's only like a few years older than us. Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Amber asked.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

Amber gasped quietly. She did remember.

"Stiles, it was six years ago. We were in fifth grade. Don't you remember Cora? She was a year behind us?" She questioned sadly, remembering the little girl who had passed away.

They'd had an assembly in the elementary school gymnasium the following week on fire safety. To say it had been morbid would be an understatement.

Amber still remembered Jason coming home from school, seventeen and heartbroken for the Sophomore on his basketball team whose whole family had died in a house fire. He'd decided that night on his career path of becoming a firefighter, hoping he could one day be a part of preventing such loss.

The three friends stood silently for a minute, all of them reeling at the influx of information to their brains.

"I wonder what he's doing back.." Scott thought aloud.

Stiles scoffed and shook his head, wordlessly grabbing a hold of Amber's wrist and pulling her along as he started walking in the direction they'd parked the Jeep, calling out to Scott over his shoulder.

"Come on."

When Scott climbed out of the Jeep at the animal clinic, Amber remained seated in the center of the vehicle and prayed Stiles wouldn't mention the now-vacant passenger seat. When she remained in place after a moment, he returned his hand to the gear shift and backed out of the parking spot.

They were only just pulling out of the lot and back onto the road when Stiles' resolve seemed to crack, forcing out the words that had been eating at him for the past twenty minutes.

"So, Derek Hale, huh? What's up with that?" He questioned innocently, eyes flicking over to look at her before they returned to the road.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I-" Stiles spluttered, looking at her with his mouth agape before starting again, "I mean what's up with you being approached by a strange man alone in the woods and just.. Not mentioning it?"

"I'd hardly say he's a man," Amber started, skirting the question, "I mean, what is he? Twenty-one? Up until a few months ago the only thing he could do that we can't is, like, vote."

Stiles' turned his head away from the road for only a moment to look at her, his eye twitching in irritation and disbelief.

"Okay, okay!" She continued quickly, "Don't look at me like that, alright? I don't know. I don't know why I didn't say anything. I mean, yesterday was kind of mildly traumatic event after mildly traumatic event for me, and I guess a nice stranger checking to see if I'm dead and then making sure I didn't get lost in the woods, didn't exactly feel like one of them."

"Yeah, alright," Stiles said reluctantly, putting his hand on her left knee and squeezing for a second before his hand retreated, "But in the future could you just, for the love of god, let me know when creepy weirdos get you all alone?"

"Sure thing." Amber smiled brightly, patting his thigh.

As the lunchroom emptied out two days later, Amber rushed to get to Lydia and Allison before they dispersed. She kept her eyes glued to their brunette and strawberry blonde heads as she moved through the crowd to the front of the cafeteria.

Scott had plucked up the courage to talk to Allison the night before at the animal clinic, and he'd asked her to go with him to the big lacrosse party on Friday. The new girl had seemed reluctant to attend the party when it had been mentioned on Monday, but according to all of Scott's gushing at lunch, she'd agreed to the date.

"Lyds! Allison! Hold up!" Amber called out from a few feet behind them.

The two girls paused in front of an empty row of lockers, allowing Amber to catch up with them.

"Hey, Amber." Allison smiled.

"Hi." Amber breathed, happy to have caught them for a minute.

"You know," Lydia spoke, "If you wanted time to talk to us, you could always sit with us at lunch instead of Thing One and Thing Two."

"If I did that, I wouldn't be able to steal a chicken finger from one of them for my salad," Amber laughed honestly, "I mean, seriously. When was the last time you ate something deep fried in public, Lyds? When we were twelve?"

During their Freshman year, Amber had been ordering a salad at lunch for a week. She always picked at it sadly, until Stiles had offered up one of Scott's chicken tenders and insisted she cut it up for her greens. He'd come up with the brilliant idea to get his dad to simply eat salad and insisted that it would change her life. It had. She'd stolen a piece of chicken from one of their trays every day since.

Lydia pursed her lips, likely because she knew that Amber's comment about fried food was true, and Allison laughed at the two of them quietly.

"Anyway, that's so not what I wanted to talk about," Amber attempted to steer the conversation back on track, "I hear someone has a date with Scott on Friday."

The grin on Amber's face was infectious and Allison blushed, glancing between the two girls beside her and playing nervously with her fingers, "Yeah, kind of, I mean, we're going to the party together."

"It's definitely a date," Lydia stated, "And if it doesn't work out, I totally reserve the right to set you up with one of Jackson's friends on the lacrosse team."

"Scott is on the lacrosse team." Amber pointed out incredulously.

"One of the more," Lydia paused, "Mature, guys on the lacrosse team. Maybe a senior."

Amber rolled her eyes at her friend and returned all of her attention to the darker-haired girl.

"Are you excited?" She asked her with a coy smile.

Allison blushed further, unsure what to say and slightly worried that whatever she said would be relayed back to Scott. Not wanting to embarrass herself, she paused.

"-Because Scott is totally excited. It's pretty much all he talked about at lunch. I thought Stiles might stab him with his fork to shut him up." Amber continued with a laugh.

"Oh," Allison's smile widened, "Yeah, I.. I'm excited."

"Did you ever decide if you'll grace us with your presence at the party?" Lydia questioned, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she raised her eyebrows at Amber.

"I'm not sure," Amber answered honestly.

She wasn't a fan of parties. Scott and Stiles were hardly ever invited and being surrounded by all those people without them tended to make her anxiety flare up.

Lydia gave her a look like she was about to say something, but Amber interrupted-

"You'd hardly even miss me anyway," Amber commented, "Don't pretend for one second that you won't be glued to Jackson's face the whole time."

"Fine," Lydia settled, "But I really would like to see you there, even if it's only in passing. You desperately need to socialize outside of the weird little threesome you have going on with Scott and Miles."

"It's Stiles," Amber sighed. It didn't matter how many times she corrected Lydia over the years, the name inevitably went in one ear and straight out the other, "I'll honestly think about it, though. Okay?"

Lydia smiled in satisfaction and nodded. The dismissal from the redhead effectively ended the conversation and the three girls dispersed, heading to their lockers as the first warning bell rang out through the halls.

Stiles' room was a mess.

When Stiles had been driving her home after lacrosse practice on Thursday, he'd been on a tangent that Amber could barely follow, but she'd gotten the gist of it-

Werewolves. Again.

While Amber wasn't entirely sure what had suddenly put her best friend in a mindset that had him researching mythical creatures to the point of near-obsession, she knew him well enough to know that he'd be better taken care of if she stayed, versus if she left him to his own devices.

She'd nodded off once around dinner time, her face pillowed on her arms over the top of an article she'd been looking over, ten pages of folklore that Stiles had printed out, telling the story of a werewolf who'd eaten his entire village, starting with his own family.

The research had started as soon as they'd gotten home from lacrosse practice, and Stiles had insisted they kept at it all night.

At an hour to midnight, when Stiles still hadn't eaten dinner, Amber had gone downstairs to make him a turkey sandwich, returning and shoving one half of it between his unsuspecting lips. He distractedly chewed the bite of food in his mouth, moving to set the sandwich back on the plate she'd set beside of the old, leather bound book he was taking notes from.

"Where did you even get that book?" Amber asked, picking the sandwich up again to shove another bite of it into his mouth.

"Went to the library while you were napping." Stiles mumbled around the bread as he chewed.

Amber ran her hand softly across the smooth cut of his hair a few times, leaning in to read over his shoulder and feeding him bites every few minutes.

When the sandwich was gone, only a few scattered crumbs remaining on the plate, Amber leaned down to wrap her arms around Stiles' chest and rested her chin on top of his head. For a minute, she just watched him jot down notes as he read. The way he moved when he got like this was honestly mesmerizing and she found herself distracted by the way his fingertip traced along the words on the page for a minute before she realized she'd been hovering. She tightened her arms around him in a quick hug before turning away to face the messy room.

She moved to sit criss-cross on the floor, collecting some of the papers littering the floorboards. She skimmed through the articles before placing them in different piles, attempting to create some sort of organization.

By midnight, the room had dozens of books cracked open and laid out across the bed, the floor, and Stiles' desk. He'd printed out over thirty pages of information he'd found from various websites — Amber knew it was at least that much because she'd been the one to refill the paper all three times that the printer had been empty.

Having texted her brother to let him know of her sleepover plans that evening, Amber eventually nodded off at three in the morning, her face buried in a pile of loose papers and books on Stiles' bed.

She woke when Stiles' alarm for school went off, crawling out of bed and barely managing to pull Stiles away from his laptop with enough time for them both to shower and rush to school on time for first period.

With not even enough time to swing by her house, Amber had been forced to make do with what she could quickly scrounge from Stiles' wardrobe, and she'd pulled a small pair of Stiles' briefs that he'd conjured from the depths of his underwear drawer, re-wearing her jeans from the day before along with a pullover lacrosse hoodie he likely hadn't worn since middle school.

Despite the clothing predicament, Amber was glad she'd stayed with Stiles, and when they didn't have time to eat breakfast, she was grateful for the sandwich she'd managed to shove into Stiles' mouth at eleven o'clock the night before.

On Friday afternoon Amber rounded the corner, pulling her backpack on over her jacket. She was ready to head out to the lacrosse field to watch the team's practice scrimmage when she heard Scott yelling.

At the far end of the hall, Jackson was saying something quietly to Scott where he had her friend pressed against his own locker. Jackson punched the metal door over Scott's shoulder before turning and storming away.

"Scott!" She called down the hall, running to catch up to him, "What was that? Were you just yelling at Jackson?"

"Sort of." He said, slowing to walk with her.

She raised her eyebrows in question, urging him to continue.

"He thinks I'm on steroids," He stated, "Wanted me to tell him where I got them and, I just, I can't deal with this right now! I woke up in the middle of the preserve this morning and had to run all the way home, and I'm pretty sure I seriously saw a wolf out there this time."

"Jesus.." Amber breathed looking up at her friend as they pushed the door open and headed outside into the cold air, "Maybe there really is a wolf."

"Y'think!?" Scott snapped.

Amber flinched, stuffing her hands into her pockets and taking a small step away from him as they approached the player's bench. She watched him huff under his breath as he pulled his helmet out of his sport bag.

"Scott!" Stiles' shrill screech cut through the cold air behind them, "Scott, Wait up!" He placed a hand on Amber's shoulder as he came to a stop. His cheeks were bright pink from exertion and he took a few deep breaths, resting some of his weight on the shoulder of the girl beside him.

"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?"

"Just hold on, okay?" Stiles panted, "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

"Stiles, I gotta go." Scott dismissed, turning away from his friends and stepping toward the field.

Stiles moved to chase after him, Amber following close behind, "W- No! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" He called after him, but Scott was gone. Stiles sighed at his friend's back, turning to face Amber, "It was a wolf."

"It was a wolf?" She repeated with wide eyes.

"Yeah, a wolf."

Stiles shook his head before walking out onto the field where all of the players were forming a circle around Coach Finstock. The coach gave some sort of speech, but Amber could only really make out the end-

"Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!"

The team cheered loudly before dispersing and Stiles walked back off the field toward her, Amber immediately flocking to his side.

"So, what does this mean? Scott really was bitten by a wolf?"

"I-" Stiles sighed again, moving to sit on the team bench, "I don't know, maybe."

She took a seat beside him and they watched the scrimmage start, players running and passing the ball down the field in a fast-paced game.

Scott got possession of the ball and his friends watched in awe as he barreled down the field toward two larger players on the team, launching himself over six feet in the air to jump up over them. He did a flip before landing smoothly behind the player's backs. Scott threw the ball at the goal and it sailed through the goalie's legs and into the back net.

"Wh-" Stiles started under his breath, shaking his head in astonishment.

The other players on the team crowded around Scott, whooping and hollering while the spectators on the bleachers cheered loudly.

"Okay.. So what if it was a wolf?" Amber questioned, "Why is that worse than it being, I don't know, a bear?"

"Because, okay? That lycaon joke I made the other day? I'm not so sure it's a joke anymore." He said quietly, and Amber found herself thinking about all of the werewolf stories he'd made her read through the night before.

"McCall!" Coach yelled from the sidelines, "Get over here!"

Scott ran to the side of the field, coming to a stop in front of Coach, only a few feet away from where Stiles and Amber were sitting.

"What in God's name was that?" Finstock yelled, "This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"

"No, Coach."

"What the hell was that?"

"I-I don't know. Just trying to make the shot." Scott said quietly.

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?" Coach said loudly, "You're startin', buddy," Scott received a slap on the cheek from the older man, "You made first line."

Amber gripped onto the material of Stiles' practice jersey as they watched the rest of the scrimmage pass in a blur of Scott running around, being the best player out on the field by a mile.

Stiles collected his things quickly when the final whistle blew and he grabbed Amber's hand, dragging her away in the direction of the parking lot.

"Aren't you going to get changed?"

"No time," Stiles said, pulling her faster until they were practically jogging to where the Jeep was parked, "We need to research.. More. So, so much more research."

They got to the vehicle and Stiles threw open the door, tossing his things in the back seat and pulling his shoulder padding over his head before throwing that in the back as well. He climbed behind the wheel and was starting the engine before Amber had even closed the passenger side door.

"More research on-" She started, buckling quickly as Stiles peeled out of the parking lot and finished the sentence for her.

"Werewolves."

A violent knocking on the closed bedroom door startled them both a few hours later, Stiles nearly falling out of his chair and Amber giving herself a deep paper cut.

Stiles closed his laptop firmly, concealing the website he'd been on. He looked over at where Amber was sitting on the floor and they gave each other nervous smiles before Stiles approached the door and he took a deep breath before he opened it to reveal Scott standing on the other side.

"Get in," Stiles urged, leaving the door open for Scott to follow, "You gotta see this thing. We've been up all night reading.. Websites, books. All this information."

Stiles flailed his arms as he spoke, heading back to his desk to search for something he wanted to show Scott.

"How much Adderall has he had today?" Scott laughed, glancing at Amber on the floor.

"A lot?" Stiles responded, finally finding the paper he wanted in the pile on the corner of his desk, "It doesn't matter, okay. Just listen."

Scott threw his backpack on the bed and sat down beside it and Amber moved to sit across from him.

"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asked.

"No, they're still questioning people." Amber answered.

"Yeah, even Derek Hale." Stiles announced, looking between the two of them and rolling his chair closer to the bed.

"Oh! The guy from the woods that we saw the other day."

"Yeah. Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

The paper Stiles was holding was flapping loudly with every movement of his hands. He looked nervous, but also like he was going to burst at any moment.

"What, then?" Scott laughed, looking between the two of them.

"Remember that joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf. The bite in the woods.. We started doing all this reading-" Stiles said, jumping out of his seat and shaking the piece of paper, "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?" Scott asked in confusion.

"To signal it's location to the rest of the pack, Scott." Amber finally spoke. She had a sick churning feeling in her gut, nervous that their friend wasn't going to take this well, that maybe he'd think they were poking fun at him again.

"Yeah, it's a signal. So if you heard a wolf howling, i-it, that means others could've been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them." Stiles finished.

"A.. Whole pack of wolves?" Scott questioned in surprise.

"No." Stiles winced, "Werewolves."

Amber flinched at the lack of subtlety in Stiles' words, scrunching up her face as the room grew silent.

Scott stood from the bed abruptly and Amber followed suit, stepping up behind him.

"Are you guys seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott huffed in annoyance at his friends, grabbing his book bag from the floor and moving to leave, "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

Amber reached forward to rest a hand on Scott's forearm and Stiles put a hand against his friend's chest in an attempt to keep him in place.

"We saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." Stiles critiqued.

Scott shook his head before glancing briefly at Amber behind him, "Yeah? So I made a good shot."

Stiles grabbed Scott's bag from his hands and threw it back behind them to land on the bed.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean.. The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight," Stiles defended, "And there's the vision and the senses-"

"Scott, do you think we didn't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore-" Amber cut in.

"Okay! Guys, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" Stiles yelled in disbelief, eyes bouncing between his two best friends, "What? No! The full moon is tonight! Don't you get it?"

"What are you both trying to do?" Scott yelled back, looking between them, "I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it!"

Stiles flopped back into his desk chair to shuffle frantically through another stack of papers and Amber flexed her fingers around Scott's arm, rubbing her thumb over his sweatshirt in what she hoped was a soothing motion.

"We're trying to help," Stiles said before continuing quietly, "You're cursed, Scott. Y'know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at it's peak."

"Bloodlust?" Scott questioned blankly. He raised his eyebrows at Amber and when she nodded while nervously chewing on her bottom lip, he turned back to face Stiles.

"Yeah, your urge to kill." Stiles explained, looking away before bringing his eyes back to where Scott stood over him.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles." Scott's voice was deep with his irritation.

Stiles spun around in his chair, dropping the papers back into a pile and picking up the book that he'd been reading earlier.

"You gotta hear this, 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.'" Stiles read aloud, raising his voice and moving to stand back up in front of them, "All right? I haven't seen anything raise your pulse like Allison does."

"You seriously have to cancel this date." Amber added, squeezing her grip on Scott's arm softly.

Stiles moved past them and began to dig through the backpack that he had thrown onto his bed, "I'm gonna call her right now." He pulled Scott's phone from the front pocket.

"What are you doing?" Scott questioned.

"I'm canceling the date!" Stiles explained quickly, fiddling with the phone as he moved back toward his desk.

"No! Give it to me!" Scott growled, shoving Amber behind him where she stumbled and bumped into the bed but somehow managed to not fall on her ass.

In a blink, Scott had rushed forward to slam Stiles against the wall beside the desk and a loud thump echoed in the small room from the impact. He had one hand tight around the collar of his friend's shirt and the other was pulled back into a fist as he prepared to punch his best friend.

"Scott!" Amber yelled, her body moving toward the boys before her brain even had a chance to process what she was doing. She stopped half a step behind Scott, prepared to grab him if he made another move toward hitting Stiles. Her hands trembled as she watched Stiles take a shaky breath.

Scott suddenly yelled out in rage, and Amber flinched. He released his grip on Stiles and threw the desk chair beside him to the floor. He continued to look at the fallen chair, breathing heavily for a moment, before he looked back up at Stiles and seemed to deflate as the realization of what just happened sunk in.

"I'm sorry," Scott apologized quietly, "I-I gotta go get ready for that party."

He slowly turned to face Amber where she was already looking at him with wide eyes, her hands still shaking.

Stiles still hadn't moved from where he was standing pressed against the wall, taking in choppy breaths and refusing to look at Scott, focused instead on some fixed point at the far end of the room.

"I'm sorry." Scott said again in a near-whisper, before he grabbed his bag from behind Amber and ran from the room.

Once Scott was gone, Stiles took in a deeper, heavy breath and knocked his head back against the wall once with a loud thump.

Amber approached him slowly, reaching forward and grabbing his fingertips, pulling his hands into her own shaking ones to tug him gently away from the wall.

"Are you okay?" Amber asked softly, waiting for Stiles to look at her instead of the wall over her shoulder. When she didn't get a response after a few seconds, she slowly trailed her hands up his arms. Her fingers softly moved from his biceps, over the tops of his shoulders and neck before coming to rest them on his jaw, her thumbs rubbing at his flushed cheeks, "Stiles?"

His eyes finally flickered to life before connecting with her own and he let out a deep breath that seemed to break the dam. Suddenly his hands were on her, one gripping her hip while the other came up to rest on her shoulder, guiding her back a step further as his brown eyes flicked back and forth between her hazel ones.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a rush, "Did he hurt you?"

"Me?" Amber's voice cracked, "Stiles he shoved you against the wall so hard I thought you might've broken something. Are you okay?"

Stiles seemed to genuinely think it over before he answered, "I'm fine."

He squeezed her hip once, his thumb pressing into her skin where his fingers had slipped underneath the sweatshirt she was wearing. He moved away after a few steadying breaths, moving to right his desk chair from where it had been knocked to the floor.

"Uh, Am?" Stiles said quietly, spinning the chair around to reveal the back.

There were three long claw marks torn into the fabric.

Amber sat anxiously on the edge of the couch in the Stilinski's living room and waited as Stiles changed his clothes for the party. The bouncing of her leg and the chewing of her lower lip both a result of stress as she waited for her best friend.

When Stiles finally emerged from his room after five long minutes, he had changed into a soft, faded red button down shirt and Amber blinked, stunned for a moment at the sight of how sharp and handsome he looked as he stepped into the front room.

It took only a moment for Amber to get a hold of herself and they wasted no time before they rushed toward the front door together, Stiles' keys jangling loudly as they made their way to the Jeep. She trailed half a step behind him and she caught a whiff of cologne that he'd taken the time to apply in his rush to get ready. The smell of it made her stomach swoop with butterflies despite the worry for Scott that weighed on their minds.

The two of them sped across town to Amber's house so that she could change her own clothes and she tore out of the vehicle and rushed inside before Stiles had even parked the Jeep.

She quickly pulled on a short, black skirt with an off the shoulder knit sweater that stretched loosely to reveal her collar bones. Her hair fell in its natural wavy pattern and she attempted to detangle it with her fingers before rushing through the heavier makeup routine she would normally save for a party. Her boots were tugged onto her feet while she stumbled to the bathroom to spray herself with perfume.

When she was finished she rushed back outside, fingers flying across her phone screen to send a text to her brother, giving him a loose-approximation of her plans for the evening while leaving out the specifics about Scott's werewolf problems.

"I'm here! I'm here," Amber panted as she climbed back into the waiting vehicle, "Sorry. I got ready as fast as I could." She buckled her seatbelt while she spoke, but when the Jeep remained both parked and silent until she was finished, seatbelt locked into place, she looked up at the driver with a frown.

Stiles had a look on his face that Amber couldn't identify. His gaze flicked over her face first, but then it dropped to her chest, his eyes flicking down to her bare legs before they slowly trailed back up again.

"What? What? Why aren't we leaving?" Amber asked, heart still beating hard beneath her ribs from running around the house and then back outside again.

"Huh?" Stiles asked dumbly.

"Why aren't we leaving? Scott and Allison will be at the party any minute." She got out the words between heavy breaths, searching her friend's unfocused eyes like she might find some clue there as to what he was thinking, "Stiles!"

Stiles blinked once before his eyes rounded out. He flinched and the hand he had resting on the edge of the window jerked out toward the steering wheel, missing and accidentally punching the metal dashboard behind it.

"Ow! Shit."

"Stiles?" She asked worriedly, wincing as she watched him shake out his sore knuckles.

"Sorry, yeah," Stiles said as he righted himself, "We're leaving. Now." He quickly backed out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the house party.

"What just happened?" Amber questioned slowly after a moment. She still had one hand on the door handle and the other on her seat buckle, unmoved. The girl blinked in confusion, her eyes still glued to her friend's face as a flush rose to his mole-dotted cheeks in the dark.

"I just- I.. You look," He paused, "Nice."

It was Amber's turn to have her cheeks tinge a shade of pink, "Oh. I- Thanks." She smiled to herself, fiddling with the way her sweater fell over her shoulders.

The car was silent for a few minutes as they drove and Amber wasn't sure if the silence should feel awkward or not. She adjusted her skirt nervously on the seat as they got closer to their destination.

"You too." She said into the quiet after several minutes had passed.

Stiles turned his head to peer over at the girl beside him with his brows furrowed in confusion before his attention focused back on the road in front of them.

"You also, I mean.. You look nice, too." Amber clarified in a rush. She squeezed her hands into fists at her sides as soon as the words were out of her mouth, feeling supremely stupid.

"Oh- Thank you." Stiles said softly.

When she built up the courage to look over at him after a few seconds, she found a sweet smile on his face and she let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd even been holding.

It didn't take long before they reached a cluster of parked cars, lining the street just outside of a large house that belonged to one of the guys on the lacrosse team. Scott's mom's car didn't appear to have arrived yet and they both breathed a sigh of relief at the information.

"Okay. What's the plan?" Amber questioned, turning sideways in her seat to face Stiles as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Go to party. Keep an eye on Scott. Make sure he doesn't go werewolf and kill anybody." Stiles listed, counting out the objectives on his fingers as he went.

"That- That's it?"

"Why, what did you think we were gonna do?" Stiles asked as he climbed out of the vehicle.

"I don't know!" Amber said loudly, continuing in a whisper as a couple walked past them, "Kidnap him? Tie him up and lock him in the bathroom until the full moon is over?"

They walked up the driveway and the loud music that poured out of the house muffled their continued conversation from the teens that loitered outside.

"Ki- Kidnap him?" Stiles squeaked, "You thought we were going to kidnap our best friend from a crowded party?" He paused, looking her up and down as they reached the door, "And you still chose to wear a skirt?"

Amber's glare was piercing as she ducked under his outstretched arm where he was holding the front door open for her and she pinched the exposed strip of skin on his stomach where his shirt had risen as she passed him in retaliation.

"Ow." Stiles complained while he closed the door behind them.

There were teenagers filling up every inch of the house, spilling all the way out onto the backyard patio, dancing, drinking, and conversing loudly in an attempt to be heard over the music.

"And what, exactly, do we do if Scott does 'go wolf' and try to kill someone?" Amber questioned, pulling Stiles over to a spot just outside of the kitchen that had a good vantage point of the people coming in through front door.

"Let's deal with that problem when the time comes, shall we?"

Five minutes passed before Stiles pulled Amber's attention away from where she had become distracted by the beer pong tournament that was set up on what looked like an expensive wooden-dining table.

"Scott's here." Stiles announced.

She followed Stiles' gaze to where Scott and Allison were making their way through the house, headed in the direction of the open patio doors. Amber's hand was linked with his as he pulled her away from the kitchen and moved to follow after the couple.

The two friends claimed a spot just inside of the glass doors, where they could watch Scott even after he and Allison made it outside and into the throng of people who were crowded around the pool.

After a minute passed and Scott and Allison began dancing together, Amber settled her arms around Stiles' shoulders and hooked her fingers behind his neck, guiding him to start moving slightly to the pop music that rang out through the house.

"Wha-" Stiles started before Amber interrupted him.

"If Scott looks over here and sees us just standing around staring at him, he's gonna lose it.. Again."

"Yeah- Yeah, you're probably right." Stiles agreed, settling his hands lightly around her waist.

Amber maneuvered their bodies until she could see outside the patio doors over Stiles' shoulder, keeping a close eye on their friend where he was dancing with his date. As time passed, people moved through the packed room and bumped into them repeatedly, eventually pushing the two to stand so close that their chests pressed together while they danced.

Amber allowed herself only momentary glances to Stiles' face between bouts of watching their friend through the windows, worried that if she looked at the boy in front of her for too long, she would get distracted and lose track of Scott.

Later, when she was re-focussing her eyes outside after a brief moment spent staring at the golden flecks in Stiles' eyes as they flicked anxiously around the crowded room, she spotted Allison with her hands on Scott's chest as she looked at her date worriedly. Scott's eyes were pinched shut and he pulled away from her, moving to come back inside.

"Oh, no. He's coming back in and- He doesn't look great." Amber announced.

Stiles suddenly took a step away from her, keeping one hand on her hips and waving with the other as he looked to their friend rushing through the doorway, "Yo! Scott, you good?"

Scott stormed past them without a word and Amber and Stiles looked at one another with wide eyes.

"You go see what's up and I'll check with Allison real quick-" Amber urged.

"Good. Go." Stiles released her and pushed her gently in the direction of the back door before he dashed off to chase after Scott.

Allison stumbled through the doors as Amber went to go outside and they collided, both girls reaching out to steady the other.

"Did you see where Scott went?" Allison asked.

"Oh, yeah.. He- he had a really bad headache earlier and I think it's acting up again but I'm not sure-"

Allison had no interest in the rest of what Amber had to say, suddenly taking off in the direction of the front door where Amber was sure Scott and Stiles had been spotted exiting the house and Amber rushed to follow close behind her.

As the two girls approached the driveway, they both watched as Scott fumbled with his keys and threw himself inside of the McCall's small green car and quickly drove away from the party.

"Shit, Scott.." Amber mumbled, her eyes traveling to where Stiles had parked the Jeep only to find him already tearing off down the street after their friend, both of them becoming taillights in the distance.

"Why would he leave without telling me?" Allison asked, sounding hurt.

"I don't know, I.. His head must be really bugging him, Allison. I'm sorry." Amber apologized weakly.

"Amber," A familiar voice called out from behind them. Derek Hale stepped toward the two girls with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, "Allison, I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek."

"Oh, um, hi?" Allison spoke.

"Derek, hey, uh.. What are you doing here?"

"Scott. He asked if I could give you both a ride home as he was leaving." He gestured toward a sleek, black camaro parked at the end of the driveway.

"Um.." Allison hesitated, looking over at the girl standing next to her for assistance.

"Yeah, of course," Amber said, hoping that she sounded slightly more confident than she felt. She grabbed the other girl by the arm and pulled her along, "Thanks, Derek."

Derek politely opened the passenger door for them when they reached the car and Amber urged the other girl to get in first. Allison climbed over the seat and into the back, Amber following behind her and climbing into the front.

As Derek closed the door on them gently Allison nudged her, "Are you sure about this?" Allison asked, visibly nervous about willingly getting into the car of a strange older-guy.

"Yeah, it's okay. Derek's cool." Amber smiled, patting Allison's hand on the back of her seat reassuringly.

The smile slipped from Amber's face as soon as she was facing forward again and she took a deep breath. Being alone with Derek Hale once was one thing, but now he showed up at a high school party and was offering to give them a ride home? She couldn't deny the weirdness of it and if anything happened to Allison, she'd never recover from the guilt.

"I'll leave my coat on the floor under his seat," Allison said quickly, not waiting for a response, "That's how they always get caught in the crime shows."

Derek had rounded the car and climbed behind the wheel just by the time the girl in the backseat was moving to sit upright again, and he turned the key as soon as he slid into the driver's seat, the loud engine rumbled to life around them.

"Who first?" He asked with a charming smile, turning to look between the two younger girls.

Amber shot off a text to Stiles as they pulled away from the curb and headed in the direction of Allison's neighborhood.

derek was at party?? giving allison & me a ride home

Derek's radio was set to a station for eighties rock music and when a STYX song started playing softly through the speakers, the normalcy of it almost had Amber starting to relax into her seat.

Allison spouted out frequent directions for Derek to make turns as they drove. When they finally pulled up to Allison's large house, Amber had to move and stand outside of the vehicle to allow the other girl to crawl out from the backseat. Once the other girl was freed, Amber moved to climb back inside the car but Allison stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep over?" Allison asked loudly, "You could borrow something of mine, it's no big deal." Allison's eyes flicked back and forth distrustfully between her new friend and the dark-haired stranger who was sitting behind the wheel of the car.

"I'm sure," Amber insisted, grateful for Allison's quick-thinking brain but not taking her up on the offer for an escape, "Really."

"Okay." Allison said slowly, hesitating before she released Amber's arm and turned to head toward her house. She glanced back at the vehicle once and Amber waved, smiling brightly as she climbed into the car again.

Amber closed the passenger side door and re-buckled her seatbelt, tapping her fingers on her knees when Derek didn't immediately start driving again.

"She.." Derek chuckled quietly, "Did not like me."

"She was afraid you're a rapist-murderer." Amber quipped with a roll of her eyes.

"And you're not afraid?" He questioned.

Amber paused, genuinely thinking the question over before responding, but now that Allison was out of the equation of danger, she felt confusingly calm.

"No." She answered honestly after a quiet moment.

Derek was looking at her intently as she spoke, his brows furrowed in concentration before they rose in surprise, "You meant that." He said, but it wasn't a question.

Amber shrugged, "Yeah."

They looked at each other for a moment, Derek looking at her in bewilderment and Amber looking at him in scrutiny, like they were both a complicated puzzle that the other didn't understand.

Derek shook his head slowly and shifted the car back into drive before heading in the direction of her house without prompt.

"How do you know where I live?" Amber questioned, suddenly suspicious.

"Are your parents still in the same house as when Jason was in school?" He asked, eyes flicking over to the passenger side of the vehicle for a moment.

Amber's chest tightened at the mention of her parents, "My parents are dead." She said quietly, "But, yeah, my brother and I- We.. It's the same house."

"I'm sorry." Derek apologized, glancing at her again before turning his attention back to the road.

"It's okay, it-" Amber played with her fingers in her lap, "It's been four years, so."

The car was quiet for a few minutes aside from a Van Halen song that played quietly through the speakers.

"Can I ask how it happened?" Derek asked quietly.

"Car accident during a bad storm," Amber answered before changing the subject, "So, what brings you back to Beacon, anyway? Didn't you move to, like, New Hampshire or something in high school?"

"New York," Derek corrected.

"Oh! Yeah, it was you and your older sister, right? In New York. Did you guys have relatives out there or something?"

"You know, you ask an annoying amount of questions?" Derek said as they pulled up in front of her house.

Amber unbuckled her seatbelt with a self-conscious laugh before moving to open her door, "Right, sorry.. Anyway, thank you for the ride."

"Sure." Derek dismissed as he watched the girl climb out of the vehicle.

Amber closed the car door silently behind her and headed inside the house, unsure what exactly to make of her apparent trust for Derek Hale.

There was a light knock at the doorway to her bedroom before the door was pushed open fully. Amber's brother stood in the opening in his pajamas, his hair sticking up in all directions while he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Didn't you text me you were going to some party with Stiles?" Jason asked in a tired voice, glancing at the clock on her bedside table to confirm the time he'd seen on the clock in his own room — It was only nine-thirty.

Amber was sitting in the middle of her bed in leggings and one of her brother's old crewneck sweatshirts with her laptop in front of her, trying to find a specific forum that she remembered reading the night before about bitten werewolves which, looking back on it, seemed semi-credible. It was just bizarre enough that it could've been the real deal.

"Yeah, um.. Wasn't in the party mood, I guess. I got a ride home with another friend." Amber explained, satisfied that it was mostly the truth.

"Did the two of you, like," Jason paused, scratching his fingers through his hair, "Have a fight, or something?"

"What?" Amber asked in surprise, "No. No, me and Stiles are fine. We're good."

Her brother nodded, brows furrowed in thought as he leaned slightly onto the doorframe, "So," He started slowly, "You and Stiles. You're still, uh, still just friends, right?"

"I- Huh?" Amber asked dumbly, "Of course we're friends. Why would you ask that?"

"And it's none of that, y'know, friends with benefits stuff?"

"Bene- No!" Amber denied quickly, eyes wide as a warm flush rose on her cheeks, "There are no benefits going on between me and Stiles."

"It's just, you've slept at the Stilinski house twice this week. On school-nights.. Which, okay, isn't technically out of the ordinary. But, you haven't mentioned Scott being there and-" Her brother sighed like just having the conversation was draining him, "Look, I wouldn't be a very good guardian if I didn't check in, right? So.. You swear there's no funny business happening?"

"Nothing funny," Amber promised, "And I see that look on your face. No. We really, really don't need to have another sex talk. The first one is still plenty fresh in my mind."

"Alright, alright," He conceded, "But if anything changes, I want you to be honest with me, okay? I'd rather know you're doing it and being safe than not know at-"

"Agh! Jason, seriously-" Amber pleaded in embarrassment.

"-And I know you're on the pill now, but that doesn't mean that you don't still need to use protection-"

"I hear you! Oh my god. I hear you, and I love you, but Stiles and I have not been having sex. No one and I have been having sex. And I swear to you, if I do have sex, we will use a condom. Okay?"

Jason swallowed, "Okay."

"Okay," Amber repeated, exhaling sharply. She leaned back onto her hands and took a few deep breaths before looking at the tiny clock in the corner of her laptop screen, "When did you get off?"

"Eight," Jason told her, "Twelve hours off and I'm due back to the station again at eight."

"You should get some sleep, then. Sorry if I woke you when I got home."

"It's fine," Her brother smiled at her with tired eyes. He moved like he was about to leave, one hand around the knob and the other flat against the door jamb. He paused and drummed his fingers against the wood a few times, "Goodnight, punk. I love you."

"Love you, too." Amber smiled, watching as he finally retreated down the hallway to his own room.

After twenty minutes, Amber still couldn't find the exact forum that she had been looking for, but she did happen across one that discussed the rarity of born-werewolves that were able to transform into their full-bodied, wolfy counterpart.

She thought about the wolf that Scott was convinced he'd seen in the woods the night before, and the animal hairs that forensics had found on the dead body, and the all-too animalistic howl that they'd heard the night this had all started.

Amber printed off a copy of the thread for Stiles and was stapling the pages together when she realized she hadn't heard from him since he'd left the party to find Scott. He'd never even responded to the text she'd sent to let him know Derek was dropping her off at home.

The girl clicked the power button on her phone a couple of times, frowning when the screen remained black. She hadn't been able to charge it the night before at Stiles' house, so it must have died at some point during the last half hour, after she had sent the text to Stiles in the car.

She fumbled to get it plugged into the charger beside the bed, hoping to receive an update about Scott.

Just as the phone was booting up again, there was a loud, frantic knocking from the front door downstairs. Amber tripped as she rushed down the staircase, unlocking the door and pulling it open it to reveal Stiles with one arm braced on the door, he tumbled inside without the support of the door and he scrambled as he righted himself.

"Dude, my brother is sleeping!" Amber hissed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Did something happen? Are you okay? Is Scott?"

"Amber, oh my god," Stiles exclaimed, his chest heaving with quick breaths, "Why haven't you been answering your phone!"

"It died!" Amber explained, "I only plugged it in like two seconds ago-"

"It's Derek! Scott says Derek's the one who bit him."

"What?!" She questioned in surprise, "What else did he say?"

"Nothing," Stiles told her with wide eyes, "He kind of took off as soon as I told him Derek was giving Allison a ride home."

"Well, where is he now?" Amber asked.

"I don't know, we need to go out and look for him."

Amber pulled on the sneakers that were laying in the entryway without another word and they made their way out to where the Jeep had been parked haphazardly in the driveway. The two of them piled into the still-running vehicle and Stiles set off in the direction of the preserve as Amber sighed and leaned her head to rest against the window, bracing herself for the long night ahead of them.

"So what the hell happened with Derek Hale?" Stiles asked after a minute.

Amber kept her eyes on the treeline, not wanting to miss Scott if he emerged in the dark, "Nothing, really. He gave us both a ride home. He definitely didn't look like he was about to snap or howl at the moon or anything."

Stiles glanced over to the girl in the passenger seat, "Okay, well, did he say anything?"

Amber shrugged, "Just that his sister is in town, too. He didn't tell me why, though."

"I don't trust him." Stiles announced.

"I know." Amber laughed.

"And neither do you, right?"

Amber made a face, unsure what to say and Stiles gaped at her.

"..You trust Derek Hale?" He asked incredulously, "Seriously? What, because he park-rangered you out of the woods?"

"I'm not saying I trust him, necessarily. But, if he wanted to murder me or bite me or whatever, he probably would've done it. Right?"

"I guess.." Stiles muttered with disgust, "And what did I say about being alone with creepy older dudes, anyway?"

"To let you know when it happened," Amber smiled, "Which, I did. I texted you!"

"Shit, okay. Well.. I'm amending that, and I think you should probably just stop being alone with him altogether. If not for your own safety, then for my sanity."

Amber laughed, reaching over to pat her friend reassuringly on the thigh, but didn't say anything.

They drove around town for two hours before they pulled the Jeep into the preserve, the two of them deciding to park there in the hopes that Scott would eventually emerge. Amber laid down across the front seat and rested her head against the edge of Stiles' thigh, her feet coming up onto the seat beneath her. She dozed off and on for a few hours, Stiles' own head nodding as he did the same above her where he was leaning up against the window.

Stiles woke with a start and nudged Amber off of his lap when the sun started to rise and they still hadn't seen any sign of Scott. She sat up and re-buckled her seatbelt as he drove out back of the preserve and pulled out onto the main road.

They only made it a mile or so before they caught sight of a shirtless figure in the distance, walking along the side of the road.

"Scott! It's Scott!" Amber pointed.

Stiles pulled the car up beside their friend and Amber moved to sit in the center as Scott opened the door silently and climbed in to fall into the seat beside her. The group remained quiet while Stiles began to drive again, silence filling the car as they all waited for someone else to speak first.

Scott shivered and Amber turned in her seat to pulled a discarded tshirt out of the lacrosse bag in the backseat, handing it to the half-clothed boy beside her with a small smile.

Scott accepted the article gratefully and pulled it on over his naked torso, leaning to rest his head sadly against the window and looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Amber watched the way he slumped dejectedly and reached out a comforting hand, softly rubbing the chilled skin of his arm.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott finally asked.

"If you say Allison," Stiles started in annoyance, "I'm gonna punch you in the head."

There was a brief moment of silence in which his friends both realized Stiles had been right about the train of thought that Scott was hung up on after the long night.

"She probably hates me now." Scott whined pathetically.

"Ugh." Amber and Stiles both scoffed in disgust.

"I doubt that," Stiles told him as reassuringly as he could, "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or y'know, you could just.. Tell her the truth and.. Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freakin' werewolf!"

Scott and Amber both turned to look at him with a glare and he recanted his words.

"Okay, bad idea." Stiles agreed.

Scott hung his head and Amber reached around to pull him in until he rested it on her shoulder.

"Hey, we'll get through this." Stiles continued softly.

"Come on.. If we have to, Stiles and I'll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights." Amber said with a smile.

"And feed you live mice," Stiles added, "I had a boa once, y'know I could do it."

Scott snorted out a laugh despite his sadness and Amber reached down to rest one hand on either side of her, putting one hand on each of her friend's thighs, patting them both softly.

"We've got this."

[nichoskittycorner]

Fuma as your werewolf boyfriend

>>SFW- Fluff (No warnings)

>> Just soft werewolf Fuma drabbles

A/N: This was a random drabble I thought of literally in the shower, I may do an NSFW ver later on

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*FLUFFY AND PROTECTIVE. 

*Fuma loves to be close to you, he loves how perfectly you fit in his arms, your scent, just how adorable you are to him. 

*He loves to cuddle too. Joining you regardless of what you're doing and just wrapping his arms around your waist or resting his head on your shoulder or into your neck. 

* He'll crawl into your lap and give you puppy dog eyes if he REALLY wants something (Aka for you to pet him).

*Sometimes you hear the little sniff sounds he makes when he's smelling you, especially when you come home after a long day. Who did you meet? Where did you go? Did you eat anything? 

* When you guys are out together, he always has his arm around you and is looking out for danger. You can almost see his wolf ears standing at attention the whole time. 

*He's calm in the presence of others but he's always watching and assessing. 

* When Fuma is feeling high levels of emotion, whether that be excitement, sadness, or anger- he gets semi-wolfy, making his ears and tail pop out. His tail wags like an excited puppy's.

*Full moons used to be scary but now that you're used to them, they don't scare you anymore. He was so nervous the first time you saw him on a full moon night, he thought you'd leave him

* But he went right up and snuggled with you and he was like a literal guard dog (Too on the nose?)

* On hard days for either of you, he'll let you cuddle up to him in his wolf form, bundling up and drowning in his soft fur

* He also loves it when you wear his clothes, especially around other wolves. That way they know you're his and his alone. Your scent mixed with his drives him crazy. 

* Fuma doesn't make many noises (i.e whimpering, growling, or howling) and tries to keep his howling under control so it doesn't bother you, especially at night 

* Unless someone starts to make you uncomfortable or harm you- then they get a growl as a warning. And it's not a little growl, it's deep and shakes the room practically. He passes it off as something ridiculous like a plane passing by or a lawn mower. But that snarky and obviously threatening smile on his face lets you know he means business 

* At the end of the day, he's still the Fuma you know and love- fluffy wolf or not

[wwwildberries]

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❆ 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝐴𝑈 ❆

𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑋 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 — 𝐺𝑁 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 : 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒

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Ever since John's wolf attack, he has been acting a little strange. He has been sniffing things around, growling whenever he's startled, and whimpering whenever he wants your attention.

You and John are very close lovers. You've moved yourself into his tent and can almost read each other like a book. So ever since his accident, you've noticed something weird. His behavior starts to change a little, and he has a new habit where he goes out of your shared tent at midnight almost every single night, doing something God knows what, but you never question him anything about it and just let him be.

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One night, you got a little curious about his little sneak outs. after an exhausting day, you fell asleep in John's arms like a light, but that peaceful sleep was interrupted by him trying to shuffle out of your embrace. You continue pretending to sleep and slowly weaken your grasp on him to make it easier for him to escape and stay in bed for a few minutes after he's gone.

John was thankful that you had 'unconsciously' let him go and quietly made his way out of the tent. He went into the woods, going as far as he could, and sat down on a huge rock while looking up at the sky, waiting for the full moon to come.

You got out of bed after he's gone and put on your boots before leaving as well. You tried finding him in the camp, but he was not there until you saw a trail of his... foot?

"Did he go out barefoot? Strange..." You thought out loud to yourself and followed his footsteps. It was a long walk, but you eventually found the end of it. You looked around for a few minutes, trying to find him. Suddenly, you heard loud howling coming from not so far away from you. You followed the melody of the wolf and was surprised to see...

"John?.." you quietly said to yourself and quickly hid behind a tree while stalking him, not believing what you were seeing. John grew out ears that seemed like wolf's ears. He grew a fluffy gray tail and some claws. You were terrified of the sight of your boyfriend at that moment. Although, he wasn't really a full figure of a wolf, just him with ears and tail.

John seemed to notice your presence. He stopped howling at turned around behind him, looking out for who's out there. He began to sniff around the air, getting a familiar scent.

"[ ]?.." He said your name curiously. He began to walk to where you were, following your scent, making you scared for your dear life, thinking that he might just gobble you up. You stepped back quietly, looking around for an escape, but you accidentally stepped onto a branch on the ground, making it even obvious where you were.

John has some good hearing, and his ears perked up at the sound, speed walking to where the noise came from. You start to look around your surroundings in panic, trying to think really fast on where to go and run away, but before you could move on to another hideout, he quickly grabbed your wrist when you were about to make a run for it.

"[ ]? What are you doing here?! Were you following me?!" He growled but then calmed down, his eyes softening after he saw how scared you were of him. You didn't say anything for a moment. You only stood still, looking up at him in curiosity and also a slight fear. "You're... how are you— is that really you?.." you questioned him. "I— yeah... I might look crazy... and I really don't know how this can happen..." He replied softly while letting go of your wrist.

You start to calm down a little after you're sure that he's not going to hurt you. I mean, of course he wouldn't. You raised one of your hands to touch his ears but stopped for a moment for his consent. "Can I?" you softly asked him. He only nodded in response, slowly putting his head down a little bit so it would be easier for you to touch.

"But... how?! How is this logically possible?.." You thought to yourself out loud once again, confused about what is going on. John only shrugged his shoulders at your question, is also confused on what else to say. "It just happened... I also don't know how it works." He spoke up after you've inspected him further.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner?" You talked to him softly. "I thought you'd leave me for it, I'm sorry." He replied quickly and apologized to you. "Well, you thought wrong. Now, could you please explain to me what's... what's up with you?" Said yourself. He slowly nodded in reply with a sigh and sat down against the tree with you doing the same and made yourself comfortable beside him before he tried explaining himself as best as he could, he mostly let out some 'um' and 'uhh' since he's also confused about his little 'condition' and whenever he shifts.

After he explained the whole situation as much as he could, he let out a sigh and said, "It's... confusing, really. I also want to keep this as a secret... just between you. and me." "I'll keep this whole thing nice and quiet, don't you worry." You replied with a reassuring smile before giving him a light kiss on his cheek. John looked down at his lap in a slight embarrassment, not only that he was flustered about your sweet gesture but also about his problem that you just walked into.

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Ever since that, John has been more comfortable to be around you whenever he has shifted. After his full moon routine, he'd come back to their shared tent and fall into a deep sleep in your arms as you'd stroke his head soothingly. You also noticed a few things about his wolf-like ears. Like whenever he's annoyed about you, his ears would go in different directions. And when he's happy, it will perk up. When he's sad, it would just go backward or just flop down onto his head.

After that, you start noticing more things that John secretly does. Like, happily wagging his tail whenever he's excited to see you again or whenever you give him your love and affection to him. It was endearing, really, but keep in mind that the whole tails and ears thing only happens when there is a full moon, so these actions from him do not happen in the daytime.

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Both of you still kept 'Wolf Marston' a secret for years, never telling anyone else. Both of you prefer it that way anyway. John would tease you for dating and loving a werewolf. At first, it was funny until he wouldn't stop doing it, so one day, you got tired of it, and you just started scolding him till he stopped.

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Heyy err I haven't posted in a while sorryyy I just didn't have any motivation to write. I literally made the title like months ago and left it rotting in my drafts. I really like writing but I just haven't gotten any motivation to do it again

I hope you guys like this fanfic 4 me it's lowkey dog poop but I hope ppl will have a better opinion about it than mines!! - I do not know where I got John's picture from cause I just found it drowning in my gallery so I don't know who to credit, SORRYYY!!

Btw an Arthur Morgan fluff shot is coming in... whenever I have the motivation to continue it :3

[lagncx]

ugly?!

( hi…so you know I’m not a good writer please don’t go back and look if you're new but I came back and here I am with fruits for you people. I think you should know I’m not fully educated in the world of AOT. This is supposed to be post-war Levi so apologies if everything is wrong or something. The reader is kinda something I came up with a long time ago cause I’m such a creative person…it’s stupid but you're a titan shifter in a way however yours is a wolf form..please don’t ask it just fits in with your character in this but u are a female my readers tend to be confident and dorky especially when I do one for Levi. You're taller. And yea please enjoy)

You sighed and cut your hair in the bathroom of your shared room. It was late and you tried to keep it quiet for Levi so he could rest but your dumbass made the cup Levi kept for his daily pills fall “ah shit.” You put the cup back on the counter and your eyes saw that pale face in the mirror peaking in the doorway “your home late.” You heard Levi softly say his face emotionless, his good eye looked at you and you could see a little red. “Levi..have you been crying-“Before you could finish Levi’s eyes gazed upon you looking into your eyes that showed nothing but concern, his eyes glossy, that milky white eye shining like a Pearl. “Do you…think I’m ugly?” You almost thought he was joking but those eyes spoke millions of words in just one moment. “Of course not my love. Why would you ask such a thing?” Levi winced in pain, his body was sore “You pushed yourself hard at recovery therapy again?” Levi shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck groaning his eyes closed tight. “No…I was observing the new one's training and I-…” he looked down “went to go workout to see if I could even stay fit and guess I just hurt myself in the middle of kickboxing.” You crossed your arms “Levi you can’t put pressure on your body! You still have a long way off-“ “Of what?!” He snapped his eyes snapped to you piercing you and making you close your mouth like a force “That ‘therapy’ makes me feel like a fucking vegetable I feel shitty always standing to the side trying to instruct inexperienced fighters to fight without fucking being able to show them how by doing it” he cursed as he grabbed his hair in his fist’s breathing heavy panicking and you felt your heart sting your poor baby you couldn’t even imagine how it must feel you gently but firmly grabbed both of his wrists “breathe baby…let go. It’s okay to be upset but don’t hurt yourself okay? Easy…” your voice was gentle barely a whisper Levi had these attacks a lot now you could only form that they came cause of his fears of not being able to live like normal people or do things but Levi was just naturally anxious his grip on his hair stayed but your fingers slithered their way on top of his hands from his wrists which from the cold of your hands made his grip loosen “come on baby.” Levi let go of his hair pulling away from you almost as if he was embarrassed. “Come on…let’s-…go to the mess hall kitchen. I know they're a cup of tea that’ll love to accompany your belly~” you said in a sweet tone. Levi stayed silent, his face was his resting bitch face and he just made way for you to leave the bathroom with “your hair.” You heard Levi say behind you his fingers reaching to graze the undone section “Oh-…hm who knows maybe I’ll leave it just trimmed on one side. Kinda sexy.” You chuckled as you stepped out the room door Levi was close behind but silence ‘Not even gonna make insults to my stupidity…that bad huh?’ You thought as you and Levi walked through the dark halls lit by the moon “About the…ugly thing why ask me about that?” You looked down as you walked, him to your side, his hands resting at his sides, making his steps almost hauntingly silent compared to your combat boots leaving your heavy impression on the wood panel floors. It was super crazy to you how you and Levi got together. You two were the opposite. “I…was eavesdropping on a conversation during training. So maybe I shouldn’t have taken it to heart knowing it was my bad and they were new so I-“ “Levi.” Your voice called out to him your arm holding open the door to the mess hall for him, Levi walked in “Thank you. But they-…”

——Earlier——

Levi sighed in relief as one of the recruits finally got the takedown almost flawlessly “Good. We can work more on your confidence later. Till then- Chores!” Levi yelled to the other groups some nodded and some groaned and complained and Levi just blew a laugh through his nose as he headed to the horse stables almost turning into the doors till he heard a familiar name…yours “I mean…she’s amazing and so strong. But…Levi, he’s the total opposite” Two girls were cleaning the pens for both Levi and your horse so he sees why the topic of conversation could turn to you two but Levi didn’t care much he could give two shits about what the gossip was in your relationship cause it was yours and not anybody else’s he was gonna step in to interrupt their conversation with a smart remark but then “I mean it's sad she has to wake up to that sight” Levi’s feet halted, his eyes went from an unbothered look to a look of terror ‘The hell?! The fuck do they mean’ Levi struggled in his head debating whether to confront or listen “I mean…those scars, his hand…or that eye…it’s almost like a dying cow” said the girl wiping her forehead “he’s hideous and just how can he satisfy her needs or we'll give her a family” Levi swallowed the spit hoping to push the lump in his throat he took a step back disappearing.

——now And I don't know…it's just been lingering in my mind.” The world was silent except for the piping and creaky wooden structures of the building. Levi looked up through his hair seeing you glare at the tea kettle, your jaw was clenched and your breathing uneven but not loud almost like you wanted blood. “ Y/n…they were girls just gossip I shouldn't get so worked up” Levi walked up to you, his hand sliding up your arm now you needed to be comforted…no, You needed to be calmed. “love?” he whispered now fully in front of you looking up at you his hand caressing your face you simply leaned into his hand sighing softly Levi jumped from the feeling of your hand caressing his back then his… other hands the one Levi was worried about when it came to you but you gently took it putting it on your chest giving Levi a look before bringing it up for a kiss it was a conversation without words the sound of your lips on his skin the sensation communicated Love. “I'm sorry they said those things. They'll regret it.” Levi sighed “No need to do that my love let us just head to bed after the tea is done” he pleaded hoping you'd come to your senses but your eyes were dark staring into nothing like you were looking through him.

Levi smiled as the tea soothed and warmed him. You made it exactly how he liked it…you remembered, holding it gently as you both made it up to your room that was until you stopped “What is it?” Levi could read you like a book feeling your suspicious aura as he looked in your direction hearing faint giggling and whispers “Shhh be quiet they might hear us sneaking a drink!” Levi's eyes went wide and looked at you as the two girls turned the corner “That's them..” You shared a look with him before putting on a smile and stepping forward purposefully loudly crossing your arms and making the girls jump “Hello new gals! It's inappropriate to be out this hour. Sure do hope you both have a good explanation” The girls straightened up “Y/N! Captain Levi! We were just uh-..” the girl trailed off and her friend who you knew as Ava stepped forward “Some night food we got hungry." Ava said as she smiled at you “Hm…I see. Be on your way” You stepped to the side pulling Levi along though he was ready to confront the girls, lecturing him there was something in your grip that told him quietly as they walked in front of you both your voice was a cold stern tone “Wait a second.” The girls jumped and stopped turning to face you. Levi looked at you and your eyes were closed “I'm hoping you know me and Levi are together don't you?” you asked, “Yes of course!” Said Ava with a smile “So you know he means a lot to me if not the whole world? Yes?” the girls nodded sharing glances you opened your eyes your face pushing intimidation and rage

“So how do you think I should handle those with the balls to ever? Disrespect him after he has done so much for us?”

Levi looked at the girls who looked at Levi in terror “S-sir. Were so-” you stepped in front of Levi “You did not. Answer my question, but I know how you both can make it up to Levi” you walked between the girls as you placed a hand on their shoulders and whispered “kneel.” They shook and hesitated only a moment and kneeled “Good, now Bow your heads and apologize” You sneered at the girls and they apologized to Levi. You looked up at him “Satisfied? Or do they need a bit more of a push?” You raised a brow to Levi who shook his head “Enough. Both of you return to your rooms. y/n…stop it.” You sighed standing straight pulling the girls up by their shirts and smiling “See you gals at breakfast bye bye!!” You laughed pushing them off as they hurried on their own back around the corner. You smiled at Levi who glared at you and scoffed, his voice insulting your “childish behavior.” He turned and headed up the stairs towards your shared room struggling slightly but didn’t accept your help and you pouted. Levi stopped catching his breath, you sighed pushing yourself up behind him, arms wrapping around his stomach “I’m sorry babe, It wasn’t my place.” You massaged his hip making him hiss but relax in some sort of relief “I’m upset that you had to defend me…when I’m a grown man.” Levi played with your fingers, sighing tiredly “I should’ve called them out…instead, I asked if you thought I was ugly when I knew you’d say no'' You inhaled Levi's scent “When we get up there can we…” Levi whispered and avoided finishing the sentence but “Oh my Levi don't tell me my touch has got you excited~” you giggled before feeling the stinging pain of levis nail pinching a vein in your hand which your laughs turned into screams “Asshole you know what I meant!” Levi snarled you whimpered looking at the bruise on your hand as you both continued up the stairs “for a vegetable you're still like you…cruel.” you rubbed your booboo “but I know what you meant…we can finish that book. But I don’t know why you like me reading it.” You shrugged and you both made it to the door “Your voice…soothes me.” Levi said looking at his hand on the knob “helps me sleep…you know how little I get. Even worse when I feel sore…” he opened the door and you both walked in “But if you don’t want to read to me…that’s okay.” He rubbed his shoulders it was always chilly in your guy's room. Seeing Levi’s clothes tighten around him as he held himself made your face hot “did you know you have a banging hot bod?” You said Levi turned to you and glared “The hell?! Can you stop being such a shitty-ass therapist!!” You laughed as Levi threw the book at you and you caught it. You looked at Levi who had a small smile. Levi was always conscious about you and him and space when he wanted you to touch him, where, how, why. But since being together he’s been more open not having to ask and right now you were so close “You’re so beautiful my Pearl…” you said looking down into Levi’s eyes your empty hand on his hips pulling him gently into you earning a rewarding sigh of approval from him “your not getting any tonight you know?” Levi said smiling at you “Awe dang well guess I’ll throw in the towel” you joked sharing a kiss with him “I love you” you said to him and he replied with an “Me too.” Which meant a lot Never have you seen a more beautiful painting of a man than the one in front of you