#colin and susannah fic

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Can i have some Colin and Susannah backstory please?

Oops this got lost in my drafts for a few days!

Colin and Susannah actually knew each other for a long time as acquaintances because they're both natives of the town their live in. Before becoming the alpha werewolf, though, Colin wasn't very interested in finding a mate, so he didn't pay any particular attention to Susannah.

After he became alpha, he got the urge to find a mate, and that's finally when Susannah caught his eye, at a party for a shared acquaintance, so he struck up a conversation with her and started going to assemblies and balls so he could see her more often.

In this universe, werewolves have chosen mates, not fated ones. So he forged this connection with Susannah on his own, just like humans fall in love, but like, dialed up to 11.

Here's Colin and Susannah's story for folks who want to read it

Thanks for the ask! Always happy get asks about backstory, universe lore, etc!

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In part 10 of my Colin and Susannah Regency werewolf fic, Colin made an offhand comment about maybe doing anal with Susannah one day. But I rarely see anal in m/f monster stories, and I know that's not everybody's cup of tea. So I present you with this poll:

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Part 5 of Colin and Susannah | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but suggestive | mutual pining

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When Colin asked to see Miss Oakden’s paintings, he did genuinely wish to see them, but primarily his motivation was to allow them to leave the drawing room together, where her mother currently sat with them, so that he could be alone with his mate and propose to her.

So it was with great dismay that Miss Oakden only led him to the other side of the room they were already in, to where a portfolio was laid out upon a high table. His tail drooped. This would not do at all!

But he smothered his disappointment and tried to focus on her paintings. They were quite good, which was of no surprise to him—his Susannah would of course be accomplished at anything she did. He voiced his appreciation of her work and was rewarded with several of her pretty smiles.

And, at least he got to enjoy standing so close to her. This was the first occasion he'd been with her in his wolf form, and his keener senses made her scent more potent than ever before. His pleasure at smelling his mate’s unique scent was increased by the trace of arousal that still mingled amongst it, faint but lush, like a thin but decadent layer of cream that clung to one's tongue. Was his mere presence next to her enough to excite her? Oh! how he needed to make her his!

When Susannah showed Colin one of her paintings that was framed, hanging on the wall, it gave him another idea of how he might get her alone. “Surely there are others displayed in other rooms as well,” he said. “You promised to show me your entire collection.”

A smile curled her lips again. “I can show you a few others that are elsewhere.”

Yet in a positively tragic turn of events, Susannah’s mother accompanied them out of the room. Colin’s tail didn't droop this time, it twitched in frustration. All he needed was three minutes alone with his mate, perhaps even just one, and yet he could not manage it!

The visit ended with no proposal having been made.

He was disappointed, but he wasn’t of a temper to dwell in melancholy. His natural confidence quickly lifted his spirits; there still remained several weeks before Susannah left for the London season, and he felt sure he could find an opportunity of getting her alone long enough to secure her agreement to marry him.

The remainder of that week was taken up with pack squabbles and estate business, so his proposal had to wait. The following week, when he went to call at Susannah’s home, he learned that she was confined to bed with a cold. His entire body tensed at the news that his mate was unwell, and it was an effort to restrain himself from leaping up the stairs to dash directly into her bedroom. He wanted to bring her food and feed it to her from his own muzzle, wrap his furry body around her for warmth, and lick her skin to soothe and clean her. She was his mate, and it was his right to protect and care for her! But by human ideas, he was nothing to her, and could not even see her, let alone touch her.

He spent the next few nights pacing under her window in his wolf form, constantly sniffing the air to see if the scent of illness was no longer seeping from her bedroom. His mate instincts screamed at him the entire time, making his limbs burn with the urge to go to her, and driving him mad with worry and frustration at his helplessness. During the day, he was forced to stay away, and spent his time prowling about his estate aimlessly, snapping and snarling at any packmate who attempted to appease him.

He knew he was being unreasonable—he’d been assured by Susannah's mother and by the physician, whom he had gone to see as soon as he left the Oakdens’ home that first day, that her illness was a trifling one. But he could not help it. If he could see her just once with his own eyes—and better yet, lick and smell her directly—then he could be easy, but without the assurance of his own senses, he could not rest.

His frustration would have been even greater if he had known that his mate was longing for him, too, whilst she was confined to bed. How Susannah yearned for his comfort! Somehow she knew he could provide it to her better than anyone. That handsome fur of his would surely be warming against her—even his smile would warm her, she thought. But she did not voice these feelings to anyone, knowing it would be improper for him to visit her, and scolding herself for being so silly to even imagine it.

Fortunately for both of them, her illness was over in only three or four days. Colin rejoiced when he learned that she was well, and could barely contain his excitement to see her again and finally propose.

Yet still more obstacles appeared in his way. Christmas festivities threw them together fairly often, but the events were always too busy for him to get her alone. He had to content himself with staring at her beauty from across the room, waiting for those fleeting but cherished moments when she’d turn her head and stare back, and hoping that he was not imagining the want he saw reflected in her eyes. Occasionally he could get close enough to speak a few words to her, but never for long, and never in private.

He wanted to grab her by the waist and steal her away from everyone else, to some dark, quiet spot where he could confess his love to her through word and then demonstrate it through touch, chasing away the quiet with the sounds of their clandestine love-making.

He grew so desperate that he even considered proposing by letter, but no self-respecting werewolf would do something so impersonal. He wished to propose in person, preferably in his wolf form, to hear whether her heart sped up in happiness when he asked her, to smell whether her scent shifted into one of contentment or excitement, to see her delighted smile with his own eyes.

But before he knew it, weeks had sped by—until one day in early January, the Oakdens were gone, off to London for the season, while Colin was left behind without a proposal having ever been made.

He regretted calling Susannah a butterfly once, for she had flown away from him, despite his every attempt to catch her. Who knew when she might flutter back to him.

He drew out a long silk glove from his pocket and held it to his snout, closing his eyes and dragging in a long breath through his nostrils. He had previously stolen this glove when he and Susannah had been at a ball together, and was not proud of doing so, but could not regret it, because it allowed him to have her sweet scent still with him.

This scrap of scent was all he might have of his mate for some weeks. Perhaps even months.

Oh God, please let it not be months, he thought.

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End of part 5 of Colin and Susannah

Sorry, not a lot happening in this chapter other than some sweet sweet pining, but it was needed to get us to the next part. Coming soon!

Read all of my Regency monster ficlets and snippets at the tag #my writing.

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Part 3 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but suggestive, biting (vague) | ballroom flirting

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For the first half-minute or so of the dance, Colin was too caught up in the pleasure of being so close to his soon-to-be mate—moving his body in harmony with hers, smelling her sweet scent so intensely, even touching her through their gloved hands—that he did not speak at all.

Miss Oakden did not speak either, but that was not unusual; she was often quiet, not in a way that suggested she was shy or proud, but simply of a calm disposition that did not always need to fill up the space with talking. It was one of her many fine qualities that he loved. Being the alpha of a werewolf pack and running an estate were stressful endeavors, but her tranquil company was a welcome respite. With her, everything was always peaceful. 

Well, as peaceful as it could be when he was frequently excited by her scent and yearning to claim her as his mate.

His thoughts were straying into dangerous territory again. He needed to speak about something innocent to keep himself composed. 

“You still have not shown me any of your paintings,” he finally remarked.

She gave him an arch smile as they joined hands and circled one another. “You never asked to see them.”

“Did I not? I meant to. I will do so now—consider this my formal application to be permitted to view the full body of your work.”

She blushed slightly, but remained smiling. “Please do not treat it as if you’re to see an exhibition by a master, or you’ll be sorely disappointed.”

“Nothing that you have done could disappoint me.”

Her beautiful eyes glowed with pleasure at the compliment, and for a few steps of the dance they were both too caught up in smiling at each other to speak. 

Colin was the first to break the silence, again. “So what is your answer?”

She blinked. “To what?”

“To my formal application.”

She chuckled. “Ah, right. My answer is yes, you may see my paintings, the next time you call at the house.”

He bowed his head to her as the dance brought him forward into her space. “Thank you, madam. I look forward to the pleasure,” he murmured.

Susannah found that she was looking forward to the pleasure as well—the pleasure of having him come to call. He had done so often in the past weeks, and she always enjoyed their conversations. Mr. Barrington was intelligent and thoughtful, with easy, pleasing manners. She must admit that he was quite pleasing to look at as well.

“It may be some days before I can manage the time to call, however,” he warned her as they raised their linked hands over their heads to slowly spin together. “There are some…squabbles happening within my pack that I need to attend to.”

As always, Susannah was intrigued by any mention of how his being a werewolf affected his life. A sudden wish to see him doing whatever it was he did as a wolf struck her. She had seen other werewolves in town in their wolf forms occasionally, so it must not be improper.

“Do you ever go out in your wolf form?” she asked.

Mr. Barrington looked surprised by her question. “When I am taking care of matters with the pack, I do, but not often when I go into society.”

“Would you come to call on me in that form?”

His look of surprise increased in intensity. “You wish to see me as the wolf?”

“Yes, but only if it is agreeable to you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” she hurried to say.

A pleased smile brightened his handsome face and sent his unusual golden eyes gleaming. “I could not be more comfortable doing so. Yes, I will come that way, next I call.”

She nodded in acknowledgment, her blood warming with anticipation and making pink bloom on her cheeks and seep down onto her chest. Something told her that he would be just as handsome, if not more so, in his wolf form as in this one.

Colin’s sharp eyes did not miss the blush on Miss Oakden’s skin, his pupils dilating as he stared at her flushed neck. He could hear her blood rushing faster there, and he longed to stretch his jaws around the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sink his teeth into her soft skin to mark her as his. He felt himself stir in his breeches as he imagined the iron-sweet taste of her on his tongue.

God, having her so close was driving him mad! He had to control himself. He exhaled heavily, as if he could expel her scent from his nose, though that was not at all how his werewolf senses worked, and forced a casual smile onto his face. “I think perhaps you can transform as well,” he told her.

She gave him a curious look. “Into what?”

“A butterfly. Your skin is becoming more brightly hued, and you’re garbed in more color and finery than I’ve ever seen you before.”

Her blush deepened, but she let out a laugh, the sound as bright and light as butterfly wings, confirming his fanciful idea. Yes, she was his beautiful, delicate butterfly. His, all his. Soon.

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End of part 3 of Colin and Susannah | Read next chapter

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Part 1 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but slightly suggestive | autumn fluff

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“I do so love autumn leaves.” Susannah bent to pick one up, a crimson red brighter than fresh blood, and twirled the stem of it between her slender fingers. “I will never tire of their vibrant colors.”

“That’s fitting, for I believe you’re a painter, are you not?” Colin asked her.

Her face brightened with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Indeed I am. But I don’t recall telling you so. How did you know?”

“More than once when we have met, I have smelt paint upon you.” She lifted her hands to peer at her fingers, as if the paint were still upon them, and he smiled. “I do not smell any now, but even if you had washed off all visible traces of it, I might still be able to detect that it was recently there. Werewolves have a very keen sense of smell.”

Ah yes. Sometimes it was easy for her to forget that Mr. Barrington was a werewolf. Her eyes roved over his face, so perfectly human and normal, save for his golden eyes that seemed almost to glow. She wondered what he looked like in his wolf form, but did not feel they were acquainted well enough to ask such a thing. “Even in your human form?”

“My senses are a bit dulled in this form, but very little. Even like this, I can smell that you used rosewater in your hair, and you ate raspberry preserves with your breakfast.”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink over her freckles, and she reached up to wipe at the corners of her mouth. The werewolf chuckled. “Don’t worry, Miss Oakden, there is no jam still on you; I simply can smell it.”

Her eyes widened. He was the first werewolf she had ever been personally acquainted with, and she found him endlessly fascinating. Thankfully, he was always patient with her questions, never acting offended by them or mocking her ignorance. “That’s remarkable! How can you smell it if it is gone?”

He shrugged. “I don’t pretend to understand the science behind it. It is simply an innate skill I possess. I can smell many things I cannot see.”

For instance, he could smell that she was his mate.

He did not mention this out loud. She would not understand; as a human, he knew she could not smell mating bonds, as his kind could, nor even feel the bond beyond the faintest vague sensation. He did not wish her to think he only cared for her due to the bond, when in reality, it was his admiration of her as a person that had caused the bond to form, not some higher power dictating his feelings. Even though she must feel at least some degree of affection for him as well, in order to enable the start of that bond, she might not realize her own feelings yet, and he did not want to distress, frighten, or confuse her.

He could smell her matehood even now, intangible yet so very real, thick and sweet in the space between them as they walked beside each other along the garden path of her parents’ estate. It urged him to stay close to her and protect her. It urged him to touch her, lick her, mount her, bite her—to make her his.

But he kept his hands clasped behind his back and a respectable distance between them as they slowly strolled the grounds, colorful leaves rustling under their feet. He could wait to have her, while he courted her in the manner of a gentleman, as she would expect. He would earn her love the way a human man would.

And once he had it, he would claim her the way a werewolf male would.

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End of part 1 of Colin and Susannah | Read next chapter

Read all of my Regency monster ficlets and snippets at the tag #my writing.