#contains: demon wolf Theo

[ingolds]

@ebonyforged, continued from here.

     “ it almost sounds like the lead up to a joke, doesn't it? ” theo chuckles, running potential punchlines through their head. “ a hunter, a wolf, and a demon walk into a bar...? ” they trail off, lifting thick eyebrows.

     they allow her the time to wade through her thoughts until she settles on an apt description, not speaking until she's finished. “ your body temperature fluctuates easily? hot to cold and back again. ” her forehead knits into fine wrinkles, HURT flashing into theo's palms, and he loosens his grip until he's cradling instead of gripping. it must be something of a shock to go from nearly subzero air to the self-contained heat of his skin, almost like there's a fire burning steadily in his veins. maybe there is. “ lucky you have me here, then, hm? who knows what would have happened to your hands otherwise. ”

     she scoffs, and theo smiles at the sound, relieved to see that she's beginning to come back from the brink and is feeling well enough to crack jokes. “ i do hear books read better if the author has experienced what they're writing about. ” they cast a cursory look around the room, lifting their chin towards the furthest wall. “ see? there are even bear traps on the walls. we'll be a hit in no

[voidstilesplease]

leverage

Notes: It's that scene from At World's End's fault.

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A slight rustling noise snaps his eyes open. He lifts his head from where it's dipped between his folded arms, then promptly smiles at the silhouette of a man in the shadows. He stands to grip the thick iron bars of his jail that are separating him from his beloved. But as soon as his hands close around the bar, they begin smoldering, and he retreats with a hiss. Looking down, his palms have imprints the shape of the bars, so he sends a regretful look at the man in the shadows, for he can't come any closer without hurting.

"My love," he smiles again and calls to the darkness, softly - the longing from so many years. "You came for me."

"You were expecting me?" The man answers, voice gruffer than he remembers and much colder than the floor of his dingy cell.

His heart clenches. It has been so long that they are apart - far too long. "It has been torture," he admits, clutching his hands together and rubbing the charred skin absently. His expression sours when he gazes down at his fragility and spats with bitterness: "Trapped in this frail body." Then his eyes search his in the darkness, "Cut off from my world, from all that I love - from you."

Finally, the silhouette steps out of the shadows, the small light in the cell revealing a cruel face glaring down on him. When the visitor speaks again, it radiates anger amplified by low growls and grinding of elongated canines. "Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged to me," he begins without preamble, taking measured steps forward. The man's unchanging beta form is sneering viciously and twisting his hideous features some more. The olive of his skin darkening another shade until all the man is for ignorant eyes is inhuman. "Ten years I looked after all the bitten wolves that negotiated servitude to you in exchange for power." Another step closer: clashing fury and yearning. "And finally, when we could be together again-" the man halts, inches away from what divides them. Their gazes lock and the man's irises bleed into the most spiteful of blood reds. "you weren't there."

He looks down in shame, noticing the man's unmoving chest. Then, he closes his eyes in remorse.

"Why," The man growls accusingly, "weren't you there?"

He gazes up, pleading with his human eyes. "It's my nature," he whispers mournfully, for it is the truth. Humans promise him their lives, not the other way around. "Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?"

The man - or rather, the werewolf who cannot find the man in himself anymore - snarls, "I do not," he punctuates each word with spitting rage. "love you."

He shakes his head, reaching for the iron bars again to be a little closer. The skin immediately burns, but he endures it, pressing in desperately to eliminate the years of distance and betrayal between them. "Many things you were, Theodore," he whispers, reveling in the emotions flickering on the hardened facade at the sound of the man's name from his mouth. He reckons the man has not been anything but the "demon wolf", as many like to call him, in so long that he forgot he wasn't always it. "-but never evil. You have corrupted your duty, and instead of lending power, you stole it. And so you corrupted yourself. And you hid away what should-" Unmindful of the scalding pain, he inserts his arm in between the bars to finally touch his love, his Theo, right on the space in his chest where his beating heart should have been, "always have been mine."

Right as his fingertips touch the raised scar of the man's hollow chest - from where he cut himself open and took his heart out to bury it where nobody is supposed to find it in the name of invulnerability - Theo's skin shed its decaying color to show the rich bronze underneath. The werewolf's fangs and claws retract, and he is once again glimpsing the beautiful face of the man that Theo was.

Theo peered up to him, where his eyes are the man's mirror. He feels the man shudder at seeing his face and not the monster after all these agonizing years.

He smiles, his forearm blistering and smoking in their midst, as he brushes his fingers on Theo's unmarred face. Theo's eyelids drop close at the gentleness of the contact. After all these years. And his heart clenches once more when Theo whispers his name like a prayer - his name that no other human knows and no other human will ever pray to as much as they curse it.

"I'm Stiles in this body," he says. "But I will be free and I would've promised you my heart. We would have been together." He withdraws his burnt hand slowly, wistfully. "If only you had a heart to give."

Just as quickly, Theo's face shifts back to its beta form, and the irony would have been laughable if it's not brutal. The demon is bound to a human form, and the human is now a monster akin to a demon.

Theo snarls, banging the cage with woeful crying, chasing his lost humanity. When he faces Stiles, his eyes are back to red from bright blue. He easily extends a clawed finger to Stiles's face, leaving a scrape that bleeds. "Destroy the Hales who befouled you. Bargain your freedom for my defeat; it's the only way they can achieve it. Then destroy them."

Theo pulls away, backing into the darkness again.

"Is that the fate you wish for, Theodore?"

Before he disappears, his vow hangs in the air. "You can have my heart and do with it what you desire. It will always belong to you."

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steo a-z: part 12

[akindofmagictoo]

20 first lines tag game

this comes from @zmlorenz and also I think @amillionwips — thank you both!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20 stories just list them all). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag others. 

(I will tag @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @sleepyowlwrites and anyone who wants to play!) 

Hurricane 

Tempest stilled her bouncing leg, eyeing her sleeping husband. Had she woken him? She took a careful breath and didn’t let it go until he snored and rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around himself. Still she waited. One breath. Two breaths. When he still didn’t move, she stood up and grabbed her coat and sword belt, not even bothering to put them on. Because she had to leave, and she had to leave today. 

Theo x Aella Little Mermaid AU

Water closed over his head, tugged at his clothes. Tugged him down�� down… 

He wanted to cry out for help, but the water filled up his mouth before he could make a sound. Cold stole into his limbs, heavy and dark, weighing him down. 

His chest ached, searching for air. Deep, cold darkness wrapped around him. Dragging, pressing, pulling down.

Down… down… down… 

When he’d hit the water, he’d panicked. That was gone now. All he felt was the cold, the deep dark cold.

a random post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot 

Thunder rumbled overhead, blending into the drumming of the rain on the roof. Aella tucked her blanket more tightly around herself, but it did no good. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t keep her mind off the locked front door, Alanna’s instruction to stay inside. It felt too much like other locked doors. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back there again and—

No. Sitting in this bed alone with her thoughts would do no good.

a post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot (sort of the former version of the one above)

“Read the mermaid one again.” Aella snuggled against Theo, pressed up between him and the arm of the big old armchair. 

a Theo x Aella modern AU 

Even with a map on his phone, Theo was impressed he’d made it to the small cafe on the main street. True, it was the main street, but his new house wasn’t, and directions weren’t his forte. Given how recently he’d moved, it was at least understandable. 

The cafe was small, but its list of drink options was larger than he’d expected. But it included several types of tea, so he ordered a familiar English Breakfast and sat down at the nearest table.

post-canon oneshot of the Hurricane women play ‘theatre’ 

“So, who’s up next?” Aria stretched out in her hammock. “As much as I enjoyed being the defence lawyer, I think it’s someone else’s turn.” 

“I’ll play the accused. I want to try my daring escape again,” Aella volunteered, sitting up. 

Theo grinned. “Because you got caught last time?” 

a crossover royalty AU with another project (Labyrinth) 

(this isn’t the first line, but it’s the first lines where Theo appears. also, you would be correct if you assume that the Spanish princess is not Aella. that is the complication.) 

“Spain confirmed the marriage alliance,” said Jared. “We still have to confirm it one last time, though.” 

Theo glanced up at his dad. “Hardly surprising, really. They offered it, after all.” 

Jared nodded. “Are you still alright with this? We can turn them down now, if you want.” 

“My calendar is free,” said Theo, straight-faced. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got my eye on someone else or whatever. Just as long as I’m not expected to actually have a romantic relationship with the Spanish princess.” 

the below are all fanfictions. [ps my AO3 is @/ sidebysidewithafriend go check it out if any of these fics interest you] 

Shadow and Cottontail (Harry Potter: Marauders (OC insert)) 

(this is co-written, I’m posting the first part that I wrote) 

“Is there mail today?” Kai Lupin jumped the last step down to the dining room. This was the same question she’d been asking for five days, but she asked anyway. 

Her mother Hope was about to answer when an owl swooped through the open window, a parchment envelope clutched in its beak. 

“I think the answer is yes,” said Remus, descending the stairs behind her with a little more care than she’d taken. Kai rolled her eyes and crossed the room to see what the envelope contained.

Hope was already taking it from the owl. “It’s from Hogwarts,” Hope said, and Kai’s heart leapt, only to be dashed by her mother’s next words. “But there’s only one envelope. It’s addressed to you, Kai.” 

Told You You’d Kill It (Harry Potter: Romione) 

“Ugh.” Ron shoved his books to one side and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all different directions. Hermione hid a smile as Ron drew his hands inside his jumper sleeves.

Through a yawn, he continued, “I’m done. I’m so tired.” Probably from his basketball training, but schoolwork was also a struggle for him, she knew. And they’d been studying in the library for several hours now. No wonder he was exhausted.

Thank You For Saving My Cat (Harry Potter: Jily) 

Lily pushed herself up to a sitting position and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she was out. She turned back to the house, watching the orange flames that danced over the structure with her heart in her throat. Was it her imagination, or were they growing smaller?

Most of her stuff could be replaced. But she hoped nonetheless that she wouldn’t have to.

Then she remembered the one thing she’d left behind and couldn’t replace. Crookshanks. She stumbled to her feet. Legs shaking under her, she ran to the nearest firefighter and grabbed their sleeve. The firefighter gear covered its occupant’s face, but the voice sounded male. “Are you alright?” He took her arm gently, steadying her.

3AM (Harry Potter: Wolfstar) 

The beeping of the fire alarm filtered into Sirius’s sleeping brain, burrowing in until he couldn’t help but wake up. At which point he groaned and wrapped his pillow around his head, trying to block out the noise.

But this was a fire alarm, so really he had to get up. Grudgingly, he removed the pillow from his head and fumbled for his phone to check the time. The light from the screen was blinding in the darkness of his dorm room, but after a moment his eyes adjusted to see that it was 3:07 AM.

Give Him Back to Me (The Great Library: Wolfe x Santi) 

Day 1

“Nic?” Wolfe half-rose from the bed at the sound of knocking, leaving his Codex open beside him. Something was off, though. Nic wouldn’t knock. He had a key. Besides, Nic was away in Belgium, training a new company. He wasn’t due back for another day or two, and that was assuming everything went to plan.

Nevertheless, when the knock came again he got to his feet and headed for the door.

Death Is Not Fair (Shadowhunters: (very angsty) Malec) 

It wasn’t fair. Then again, life wasn’t fair.

And neither was death.

It shouldn’t have happened. It should have been a simple mission. The scans and all the reports had said there was just one demon in the area. It was a larger, stronger demon, and would’ve put up a good fight, but it was still practically nothing to a Shadowhunter like Alec.

Untitled (Shadowhunters: Sizzy) (unfinished and un-posted) 

Izzy was swearing off dating. She’d kind of thought about it before, but hearing about the amount of drama in Jace’s love life right now cemented the idea firmly in her mind. No more dating. Between that and the mess Alec had gone through a couple of months ago, she wasn’t sure she wanted any part of that. Not to mention that of all the boys she’d dated, none of the relationships had really been right. Did she believe in The One? She wasn’t sure. But none of her boyfriends had been it, that was for sure. So no more dating for her. She was here to study forensic chemistry, after all, and surely it was better to concentrate on that.

Moving Day (Riordanverse: Blitzstone) 

Last? signed Hearth. 

Blitz brushed a speck of dust from the shoulder of his shirt, studying Hearth’s face. He knew exactly how many boxes were left to move, and it was more than zero, but the elf was looking paler than usual. If that was possible. As he watched, Hearth swayed a little and put a hand on the wall for support. “No. But I’ll get the rest. You need a break.”

Untitled quarantine AU (Riordanverse: Percabeth) (unfinished and un-posted)

“Thanks for letting me stay over to finish this project,” said Annabeth, setting the last piece on the model Coliseum she’d made. They’d done most of it last night, and she was just adding the finishing touches now. Although that had been before school had been shut down; they’d been notified the night before, but since she was here she’d been determined to finish it.  

Untitled (The Hobbit) (I have a “better version of Tauriel’s arc” thing in the works, and this is an accompanying oneshot of how the Durins died in this version) (un-posted) 

“Where is he? It looks empty. I think Azog has fled.” Fili glanced around nervously, his breath steaming in the icy air. 

“I don’t think so,” said Thorin. 

Footsteps sounded on the ice, echoing in all directions. It was impossible to know their source. 

“We’ve got company,” Thorin growled. 

Kili readied his sword. 

This was practically everyday for them at this point. Every motion of his sword, every footstep, every bit of it was familiar. Fili hardly had to think. His sword flashed in the faint light. Droplets of blood and crystals of ice spattered his exposed skin, hot and cold. He was at home here; he might not have been on the ice before, but with a sword in his hand and Kili and Thorin at his back, he was content.

this is VERY long. if you read to here, thank you! and maybe consider reading some of them in full on my AO3? 

[nolanhollogay]

aka i explain the timeline of my ocs and how everything connects between my teen wolf fics 

(note: this will contain spoilers for my fics hehe) (also if something from teen wolf canon isn’t mentioned i haven’t changed it)

general canon divergence:

- Jackson and Malia are half siblings (but they don’t know each other)

- Danny doesn't just disappear

- Isaac doesn’t go to France

- Lydia finds out about Scott being a werewolf in the middle of the season and befriends him

- Clementine Deaton returns from studying abroad in Paris

- Evan Kang's twin brother, Ian, is killed by Peter Hale in the woods

- Roxanne Jones is turned by Derek

- Hyunwoo Hale comes to Beacon Hills from Korea and saves Bunny Holloway from being turned by Derek

- Byungho “Baby” Song helps Scott & the others with the kanima through his knowledge of the supernatural in Beacon Hills and his psychic abilities

- Erica, Boyd, Roxie and Isaac join Scott's pack

- Bunny forms a witch coven with Beck Rivera, Rachel Brown, and Tatiana di Angelo

- Kira is possessed by the Nogitsune

- Erica, Boyd, and Stiles are killed by the Nogitsune 

- Hyunwoo and Deaton get engaged

- Elpis Osaki moves to Beacon Hills with very few memories of her life before the move

- Malia and Allison get together

- Malia befriends Bellamy Byun, a half demon

- Whitney Cooke and Matthew Peters befriend Liam, and try to help him with his new werewolf identity

- The summer before the events of the season, Bunny befriends Theo

- Bunny accidentally brings Erica and Boyd back from the dead

- Kira and Elpis work to control their powers together

- Archer Madison starts at Beacon Hills High School after getting expelled from her last school, Devenford Prep, and joins the soccer team where she meets Hayden

- Bellamy meets Theo and they begin to date 

- Ben Tanaka and Nolan get together

- Scott is taken by the Night Riders

- Ben and Bunny learn that Nolan has been manipulated into joining the hunters

.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.

fics in chronlogical order:

no sweet dream (clementine, s1)

means to an end (roxie, s2)

stars align (hyunwoo, s2)

evan’s unnamed fic (s2)

eye of the beholder (baby, s2)

dakota's unnamed fic (s3)

keep the key (elpis, s4)

whitney & matt’s unnamed fic (s4)

run with the hounds (bunny, s5) 

archer’s unnamed fic (s5)

monstrosity (bellamy, s5)

savior (ben, s6)

[manonisamelon]

Long Thiam oneshot rec list

Here I come with another rec list. This time it’s oneshots! long ones, soooooo 10k minimum. Please check tags and warning before reading some of them contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. Some of those fics are part of a Big Bang Event so there is some awesome art to check out. Also check out the writers other works they’re amazing!

rec under the cut (please let me know if a link doesn’t work/is missing

List Updated on the 02/05/2020

Like the Sunrise by LovelyLittleGrim: human AU. The world is about to end, Liam drunkenly post an add on craiglist to find someone to spend his last day with. Theo is the one to show up. Completely mindblowing

you’re the highlight of my lowlife by CordeliaRose human AU, Theo’s the school resident badboy Liam’s a lacrosse player who ran into him one day and sparks flies. 

chimera’s daycare by maraudersourwolf: the puppy pack gets deaged into 5 years-old by a witch, Theo has to babysit them while Scott and the rest of the pack take care of the witch.

Royally in love by former_princess: Theo and Liam are a normal couple, that is until Theo learns that Liam is a prince.

All The Quads Are My Friends by never_loved_a_wild_things: Figure skaters AU, Liam and Theo trains together, while they attend world championship feelings are revealed

love is a cryptid too by maraudersourwolf: buzzfeed unsolved Au, Liam and Theo work on a roadtrip project chasing supernatural stories, feelings are revealed

And The Songbirds Are Singing (Like They Know The Score)  by NekoAliceYamiYaoi: Deaf Liam Au,, they meet after theo runs into Liam and this show them slowly getting in a relationship this is an absolute amazing piece dealing with the subject

The Slate  by GlitterCake20: When in hell theo is offered a second chance, he is sent back in the world except everything is different, he never met the dread doctor and can’t see a thing. It is completely brilliant

like a sail in a storm by pettygrace: theo is part of a boyband and liam meets him

nine mistakes we might have made  by eneiryu: theo talks with every member of the pack after the hospital one at the time, amazing character introspection

Bad Liar by mmmwddd: Hayden comes back to town, liam panics and lie that he is seeing someone. Fake relationship ensue

and whatever walked there, walked alone  by wearealltalesintheend: the puppy pack tries to summon a ghost for fun, ends up with a demon problem, amazing really fun to read.

mining for a chance  by manicmidnight: things starts disappearing all over beacon hills, the puppy pack investigate, shenanigan ensue that one is really funny!

Don't Forget to Breathe by Snaeken; Theo is a famou hockey player that suffer a career ending injuries. He moves back to Beacon Hills where he meets Liam who helped him overcome his struggles.

the insufferably cruel life of Theo Raeken: an anti-love story by maraudersourwolf (yes they’re amazing check them out definitely): Theo refuse to fall in love but the universe has another idea when it sends Liam on his path

Faking It by xtarmanderx: Fake dating, Liam and Theo have been best friend forever and not very popular at school until someone thinks they’re dating and they decide to go along with it. Only problem is Liam doesn’t know Theo’s actually gay and Theo realizes his feelings for Liam might be more than friendly.

holding out for a hero by allidon: Theo accidentally develop a cult of children following him and considering him a hero, he ask Liam for help

Hunters and their twisted games by xtarmanderx: really dark definitely check the tag, totally amazing.Liam gets kidnapped by hunter and torture, the pack works to rescue him and deal with the aftermath.

Dream Come True by Auddieliz09: Theo and Liam ends up in a cabin together after Christmas for a few days, feelings are revealed

Acceptance Is What We Seek by me: Liam and Theo goes to new-york to see Liam’s dad to whom Liam wants to finally come out. He just is worried about how that will go.

02/05/2020 update

breathe quietly in the shadow of all that came before by eneiryu: post canon Mason and Corey dissapear because Mason is turning due to what the dread doctor did to him except its killing him, theo goes after them and help them

Be Free With Me by celestialhan: AU with powers. Theo gets caught and sent to Eichen because of his powers after having escaped from there when he was younger. He meets Liam there.

saw the shadow of the valley but the shadow was mine by eneiryu: Season 5 AU where Liam is also with the dread doctors.

the strangeness in you is the strangeness in me by eneiryu: Fae AU: Theo is a supernatural cop, Liam is the fae prince, Theo arrest Liam wrongly and they try to solve a mystery.

I just want it if it's taken by tenthousandfireflies: Human AU, the “I really hate when my roommate brings guys home, am I homophobic oh wait I’m just in love with him” post fic

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) by cherrysprite: Human College AU, Theo and Liam used to date, they broke up and this is how hey get back together.

Brother Wolf by wolfenboy for maraudersourwolf: A thiam version of Brother Bear

How to Ruin a Perfectly Adequate One Night Stand in Ten Easy Steps by parttimehuman: Human AU, Theo and Liam have a one night stand and it kinda sucks but they get stuck together for another day and get a do over and to fall in love

Write your own Romance by kaitlia777: Human AU, Liam is a writer who got dumped and goes to a retreat in the mountains, Theo is the chef of the resort.

the lanterns were lit but they didn’t lead home by eneiryu: Post canon, Theo moves in with Liam and works with the sheriff to track down Monroe

only compass i need leads back to you by raekentheory: Human AU, Theo is a relic hunter, Liam an historian with a TV show and theo goes to him for help to find a treasure. Based on the game Uncharted: Drake’s Fortune

[ralfstrashcan]

Violence in Fiction

When I don't like something in a TV show it's most likely the way violence caused by the protagonists is dealt with. There are different ways in which that can happen and I'm just gonna explain some by examples, namely Sherlock, Teen Wolf and Shadowhunters.

1) Skirting violence (Sherlock)

This is a good method to avoid having to address violence in any way, at least in theory. Until there is one measly scene containing violence and to keep the balance it's not touched on at all and so things get... really weird.

Taking a look at the first two Seasons of Sherlock and ignoring minor brawlings Sherlock and John get themselves into, there is one scene standing out: In the first episode, where John shoots the Cabbie and Sherlock 'questions' him while he's taking his last breaths. The first part is still mostly okay because it is talked about. It is clear that John has killed people in the past and knows how to handle that, Sherlock asks him if he's alright (so it's made clear that shooting someone is something that potentially leaves traces on a person's mental health) and John answers that the Cabbie wasn't a very nice man. And yeah, I get it, he was a serial killer that killed people through sick mind games to fund the college career of his kids and get a personal kick out of it, but the situation in which John shot him wasn't one of imminent danger, at least not because of the Cabbie. He actually shot the Cabbie because Sherlock was about to take the (only potentially) deadly pill because of his own ego and stupidity, not because the Cabbie forced him or posed any kind of threat to him. So wasn't it a little unjust? Even a serial killer deserves a trial, right? Of course it could be argued that John didn't see all that from his tiny little window, and this part of the scene isn't even what I want to focus on. I just thought I'd mention it along the way.

The real uncomfortable part begins after the Cabbie is shot. Sherlock wants answers, preferably fast before the Cabbie goes west, and so he steps onto his shot shoulder to give him a li'l incentive to spill. And this is.. problematic. Because, you know, torture. Deliberately inflicting pain on a dying person. Not cool. And yeeeaaah, Sherlock is really harsh most of the time and unnecessarily insensitive, but this is crossing the line. And it's not addressed at all, which makes kind of sense, because Sherlock obviously has no qualms and John doesn't know it happened (?) and so it just sits there, uncommented. I always feel really awkward watching that scene because it seems so out of place amidst the other relatively violence-free episodes of S1 and S2.

In S3 and S4 the general tone of the series changes and so the violence when it occurs (Mary shooting Sherlock, Sherlock shooting Magnussen, Eurus killing people whenever) doesn't seem so out of place like that one scene in the first Season did.

2) No real or asymmetrical consequences of violence (Teen Wolf)

Two things, real quick:

i) Everyone should be a lot more traumatized than they actually are. The only person(s) to show any kind of reaction to all the gore are Stiles and occasionally Lydia (and the Sheriff, but the Sheriff is mostly exasperated so it doesn't really count).

ii) I feel like the thing that has impacted Stiles the most so far (I still haven't seen 6B, but since Stiles only has a minor role in this (</3!!!!!!!!!) I don’t think it will really change anything) was the thing with Donovan in S5 and I felt like ???????? shouldn't the whole Nogitsune thing have been way way worse for him??????? I mean okay, in S5 he was actually in control, except he wasn't because it was an accident, but yeah yeah yeah, I get it that it's hard to comprehend and knowing something rationally isn't the same as feeling it to be true emotionally. Still. That was one person that died. While attempting to kill him, mind you. In S3 the Nogitsune killed, like, a lot of people and Stiles, being possessed, didn't only have a front row seat, he also felt his elated emotions while killing them. And the whole thing went on for weeks. That's gotta be worse, right?!

I felt like Stiles acting weird and keeping secrets from Scott in S5 was used as a plot device so Theo could sneak his way inside Scott's head while after S3 there was no time to deal with Stiles-Trauma, so in S4 he was mostly back to normal.... except for that one scene with Malia in the basement, the “Control is overrated”-Scene (which I still don't get by the way, so feel free to explain that to me anytime).

3) Inconsistent reactions to violence (Shadowhunters)

This is probably the one that annoys me the most, because it's inconsistent. I freakin' hate inconsistency. Everything else can be forgiven, tropes, clichés, stupid lines, stupidity, even gaping holes in the logic, as long as it's freakin' consistent. It's why I have absolutely zero problems loving Teen Wolf to pieces, because that show has logic that is downright sketchy at times, but that is a constant, so it's alright. (Except for maybe S4, that was really too much bullshit. But it was funny as hell, okay, so I didn't care. I enjoyed myself immensely watching it.) Anyway, back to my point. Shadowhunters and the way violence performed by the protagonists is dealt with.

There are different types of violence shown on-screen:  

a) Killing Demons

This one is really unproblematic, because demons are Creatures of Evil whose sole purpose of existence is to kill or injure innocent bystanders. Also they are no highly developed creatures and look like really nasty vermin (or at least most of them do, except for 1x01 where all demons where human-shaped and human-looking but I'm putting that down to pilot-weirdness) so it's like killing a bug. It's also really convenient that 'killing' them doesn't really kill them but instead just sends them back to their home dimension where they dwell until the next rift opens. So, really, it's more like putting them in the jail of monopoly.  

b) Killing Downworlders

Eh, I'm sorry, what? Downworlders aren't killed on-screen by protagonists, only by Evil Circle Members! We all know that is Wrong and Bad!

Yeah well, mostly. Except for that one scene in S1 where Alec and Izzy slay Vampires like it's nothing. But let me start elsewhere.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Shadowhunters may or may not have racist tendencies and look down on Downworlders, yet there is that iffy little thing called The Accords that prevents them from harming them. In theory. It is also widely known that most Shadowhunters in higher ranks don't really give a shit about the Accords and feel like ignoring them whenever the mood strikes is totally okay. For example Aldertree torturing Raphael to get information. It's the same when Meliorn is to be brought into the City of Bones for questioning even though he could very well die in the process of said questioning. But, you know, he is evilly withholding information, so it's alright to break the Accords, because surely the Seelies will be too afraid to start a war with the Shadowhunters in retaliation, should anything happen. We all know how the story goes, Izzy 'goes rogue' and steals Meliorn before he reaches the City of Bones and because the Clave is full of shit they drop the charges for treason against her as soon as they get the Cup in their greedy little fingers. Really, you would think a trial for treason couldn't be ended so easily, but whatever. My point is, Izzy is very pro Downworlders for a Shadowhunter, right? In a society where, even though it's dictated by the Accords, being pro Downworlder is very frowned upon. Lydia even warns her to consider what she's saying when Izzy says, “You know what's insane? Thinking we have the right to treat a Downworlder's life as worthless” in 1x11 during her trial, neatly proving both my claims.

I think it's safe to say that Izzy doesn't have these views since yesterday but has had them for a long time, to withstand against a society that tries to teach her differently.

So why the hell does 1x03 happen?? Simon got kidnapped by the Vampires, so to steal him back Clary, Jace, Alec and Izzy break into the Hotel DuMort and Alec and Izzy are the distraction. Meaning they trigger the alarm and proceed to kill every Vampire that comes their way.

What. The. Hell.

I mean yeah, the Vampires did kidnap Simon, but collective punishment much? Who says the other Clan Members even knew what Camille was up to?? In fact we see Raphael and Camille disagree over this whole kidnapping, suggesting that this was Camille's idea alone and the rest of the Vampire Clan had no say in it at all. Of course the Shadowhunters don't know that, but that possibility should have crossed their minds, that's not too much to ask, right? Also, again, don't they deserve, like, a trial? And even if they don't, isn't killing tons of Vampires for one measly abduction where the hostage isn't even lastingly harmed a little excessive?

And yes, the Vampires did attack Alec and Izzy, but they were freakin' breaking into their home and flapping their seraph blades around. Did they expect to be asked to leave politely? What the hell?!

To be honest, from Alec I didn't reaaally expect more, because of the weird racism issue he has (in early episodes he says some super racist things about Downworlders and later it's never mentioned again and not really reflected in his behavior which I find super weird and annoying but that's a topic for another day) but Izzy, who stands out with her Downworlder-friendly attitude??? What was going on with her???

Of course one could argue here that they are just so hardened through all the demon-slaying, but honestly I don't believe that because demons are (mostly) mindless creatures whereas Vampires were real people at some point and still are in spirit if not in biology. Seriously.  

c) Killing other Shadowhunters (namely Circle Members)

And on with the killing of real people. Apparently Circle Members (CM from now on because I'm lazy) don't need a trial, fine. Apparently all the protagonists have absolutely no problem slaying fellow Shadowhunters, even though I believe that before S1 the Circle was officially dead and no more CM were running around and so the protagonists didn't have practice killing people. Izzy says in 1x04, “Before Clary got here, every day was the same. Go on a mission, kill demons. Go on a mission, kill demons.” Demons, not rogue CM. But of course that could have been for the easy parallelism, you know, to keep the sentences short. But I don't think that.

Anyway, even if we leave all this aside... shouldn't all that people killing leave, like, a slight uncomfortable feeling in anyone's gut? Because it really doesn't.

Again, one could argue that they are just hardened and used to all the violence and while I think that is a flawed argument (because I don't believe that killing is something you can get used to if you don't have a grave mental health issue) I will concede the point. For the Lightwoods.

What about Clary? She's been part of the Shadow World for like two weeks and she's joining in on the killing as if it's nothing. She goes from “Oh my god you killed her!!!!!111” in 1x01 to happily stabbing people in two seconds flat. What the hell, Clary.

That she might take to killing demons, okay, because blah blah primitive creatures blah blah. But everything else is just un-freakin-believable, if you ask me.

Of course I understand why this happens in all these shows. It's necessary. It's for the same reason that you don't show every meal the characters eat or every time they go to the toilet; it's obvious they do it at some point but nobody cares about that. If you focus all your screen-time on the mental health issues of the characters you never get to the fun parts like explosions and fights and stuff. I get that.

Still. Can't it be avoided?

Welllllll.

I have to admit, I have seen one TV show that really took the time to portray consequences of violence realistically, and that was Hannibal. In the first episode Will, who is labile on a good day, shoots someone in an entirely justifiable act of self-defense where he had absolutely no other choice than shooting that person or risk the life of an innocent bystander. And then he is traumatized for a while and the frequent visits to the psychiatrist of his misplaced trust don't really improve his situation, but my point is, he struggled with what he has done even though there were good reasons why he did it, there were long term consequences, and he is haunted even Seasons later by this, by his first time killing another person.

Now that is some nice handling of the consequences of violence.

Of course taking all that time on-screen to process his thoughts and feelings serves the plot, so there's that.

I guess what I'm saying is, I understand why it's done, this neglect of dealing with the fallout of violence, but on the other hand it still annoys me. Don't get me wrong, I love all the shows I mentioned and have re-watched them more than once and surely will again, but.

A grain of discontent stays.

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Territorial, chapter 17

Word Count: 2086 Rating: This chapter: PG-13. Overall story rating: explicit Warnings: Forced Human Captivity Summary: After finally realizing their shared love for one another, all internetainers Rhett and Link had to do was live happily ever after. Unfortunately, as it turns out, that’s a lot harder to do in a world of werewolves. Notes: Takes place 1 year after Animalistic began. Still no wives; Rhett and Link are in an established relationship. This is a sequel to that fic. You don’t have to read that first, but it is highly recommended.

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He didn't want to, really. He didn't want the police to get involved, but Max was his best friend and he was barely alive. Theo held him on his lap while Link paced the room, trying not to look at the blood splattered everywhere. The bartender-turned werewolf managed to do a decent job to stop the flow, and it looked as if the bullet had missed Max’s heart, but he was out cold. If the paramedics didn't show up soon, he wasn't long for this world.

“Why?” Link asked no one. “Why would he do this?”

“He's desperate,” Theo offered, leaning against the wall from his spot on the floor. “I've seen it before. He can seem so calm and collected, so… put together.” He shook his head, looking off in the distance, but his eyes didn't see the bar around him. “But inside, he’s…” Sad eyes turned to find Link, standing still to listen closer. “I've seen the wolf turn good men into monsters, but Seth is not a man. He is a demon in fancy clothes.”

Link stared at Theo, his jaw set and his hands trembling. He wanted to be more sympathetic about the dying man not five feet from him. He wanted to not be afraid about what was happening to the love of his life, somewhere out there with very dangerous men, but all he could think about was how he had missed it. Link had stared the devil in the face and shook his hand. The phrase ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ had never been so accurate. How had he not seen it? He had been completely fooled by a demon with a charming smile... and now...

“That demon has my best friend.”

~ ~ ~

With Caleb’s help, Rhett was easily carried back into the house and down the stone steps into the basement. It was fairly sparse down there, with a concrete floor and barren, unfinished walls. A single light hung from the ceiling, which Seth clicked on with a quick tug of a string. It dimly illuminated the large room and the ominous piece of furniture set up in the center of the cold space.

A cage, about four foot square and ten feet tall, sat open, waiting for Rhett with a heavy iron door that matched the rest of the giant metal structure. The thick grey bars were solid but marked with numerous scratch marks, undoubtedly made by a very large animal. This was not a cage for a simple dog.

“Do you like it?” Caleb asked, seeing Rhett examining the cage. “I had it custom made for mutts just like you.” As they got closer, and the full scope of the room come into view, he saw that this device was for more than just simple containment. On the bars of the right side, ran a set of tracks with large gears set into them. These connected to the roof of the cage, which Rhett now realized was unique as well. The entire top was lined with sharp spikes, stained with blood, pointed downwards. A giant stone block was placed on top; it looked like it weighed a literal ton.

Not far away, tucked nearly out of sight, a small crucible sat over a cold fire. A metallic substance sat inside, it’s disfigured surface glittering slightly in the dim light. Beside it were a few odd tools, a few Rhett could identify but others he could not. All together the entire set up looked like something out of the Spanish inquisition.

The three brothers stuffed Rhett inside the cage and slammed the door shut behind him. Using a large key, Seth secured the door before stepping back.

“Sorry about the head room,” he shrugged, watching as Rhett ducked to avoid the spikes. “Never had someone as tall as you in there before.” With one last glance at Caleb, almost as if to say ‘he’s all yours’, Seth headed back up the stairs. Damian paused at the base of the stairs, sending Rhett a sympathetic shrug.

“You brought this on yourself, Rhett,” he said. “Now make it easy on yourself. Tell him what he wants to know, while you still have a chance.” Rhett didn't reply at first; all this time he hadn't found the words to say that could make these men let him go. As Damian turned to follow his brothers out, Rhett grabbed the bars of his prison and croaked out a question.

“What do you want from me?” The shorter man turned and regarded him for a moment before answering.

“Get some rest. We’ll talk later.”

~ ~ ~

Link didn't even realize he had fallen asleep when he was jostled awake by Theo. He jolted slightly in his chair, almost knocking his glasses off of his face. At first he thought he was back home, sitting in the big living room chair downstairs having fallen asleep once again. When his eyes adjusted, he saw Theo standing over him, and the bright fluorescent light above him. They were in the hospital waiting room. In this late (or early) hour they were alone; the attending nurse was away making her rounds.

“You should go,” he was telling Link. His own face was ragged and exhausted, his eyes terribly bloodshot. “You need to find Rhett.”

“How’s Max?” Theo managed a small smile at Link’s concern but it was half-hearted.

“There’s nothing you can do here, Link. The doctors will do what they can but…” Link grabbed Theo’s arm as his words failed. His tear-streaked face threatened to moisten yet again, but he held back the tears knowing he wouldn't be able to stop them. “Find Alistair, the mutt leader. Here-” he handed over a small slip of paper with an address scribbled on it- “It’s one of his safe houses. He might be able to find out where the Lowells have Rhett stashed.”

“Wuh... well why would he listen to me?” Link had never even spoken with the mutts more than once, and it wasn't with the most pleasant of tones.

“I called him, told him you were going to pay them a visit. I have to stay here in case… in case…”

“Max will be fine,” Link stated. He didn't believe it; he wished he could but he had seen the damage that one bullet had done. Still, he tried to exude as much positivity as possible, to keep Theo’s hopes as high as he could. “Thank you... for helping me.” Getting to his feet, Link stretched the ache out of his bones.

“I know you two are close,” Theo told him without judgement, “but Rhett’s my friend too-”

“I’ll find him.” There was no uncertainty, there was no question. Link had to find Rhett, there was no other option. He just hoped he could find him quickly before anything terrible happened to him.

~ ~ ~

The Lowells left Rhett alone for the rest of the night, thankfully. He wasn’t sure he could stay awake much longer anyhow. The cage wasn’t even close to comfortable but, curling up in a somewhat fetal position, he managed to at least fit well enough inside the small space. His tall frame pressed against the cold bars and by the time the sun rose his body was aching all over. He promised never to complain about getting a small bed at a hotel ever again.

“Rise and shine, cupcake,” came a voice. Rhett didn’t stir, but held perfectly still. Moving hurt. There was an extremely slim chance that if he pretended to be asleep, he would be left alone. Too slim. The burly man kicked the bottom of the cage, causing it to shake, and vibrations ran through Rhett's body. “Come on now, daylight’s a wastin’.” Defeated, Rhett opened his eyes to see one of his captures standing in front of him. He didn't know much about Caleb; never really talked to him but Theo had said of the three Lowell brothers, this one was the worst. Unlike the others he had a real thirst for inflicting pain. “You can rest later. I want to have a chat.”

Groaning, Rhett pushed himself into a seated position. It hurt less to stay down. That seemed to suit Caleb just fine as he unfolded a metal chair he had been carrying and sat down before his prisoner.

“Now then, we’re shall we begin?”

“I don’t know anything,” Rhett mumbled, blinking his weary eyes.

“That’s fine with me, honestly. You can tell me everything or nothing. In fact-” Caleb grinned a wicked grin. “I’d prefer if you give me nothing. More fun for me.” Rhett squinted at the man. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, much like the first day they had met. His sleeves were pulled back, showing off his muscular arms. His hands were folded together as he leaned forward, elbows on knees. There was a scent about him, not like perfume or B.O., something a human nose would pick up. This was something else. A wolfy scent; it smelled like arrogance and pride. It smelled like someone who knew they held all the cards. There was something else, something more subtle and it took even Rhett’s keen senses to understand what it was: excitement. His skin radiated the smell of his delight.

“I don’t know where the mutts are, please,” Rhett implored. “I didn’t want to get involved with your fight.”

“Fight?” Caleb sounded the word in his mouth, testing it, tasting it. “No, Rhett. This isn't a fight, it's a war. It’s been a war since before you were even born, and it will continue until one side or the other is wiped out. There’s no other way. In the meantime…” He leaned back, stretching out his legs, like a cocky jock. “We might as well enjoy it.” Rhett said nothing. He wasn’t going to beg for his life, not yet. He didn’t want to give this man the satisfaction. He wasn’t going to answer any questions, not that he knew the answer to any of them anyway. He was telling the truth when he said he didn’t know anything. He and Link had kept out of the fight as much as they could and that left them ignorant of so much.

“Still, we don’t want you to starve before the good part so..” Caleb slapped his thighs and got to his feet. “You just sit tight. I’ll see what we can do to get some food in ya. Might be awhile. Maybe in the meantime you can put some thought into were those mutts are, huh?”

“I don't know!” Rhett surprised himself with his shout, but Caleb wasn’t phased. No doubt he’d seen this all before, probably in this very room. The man smirked and walked over to the side of the cage with the gears.

“I designed this myself, you know,” he bragged, grabbing a large handle on the side of the cage. “Custom built to hold mutts. Now, it’s certainly unpleasant for most humans, too, but that’s not what it’s for.” He looked down at Rhett, waiting for the curious question to be asked, but it never came so he continued. “It’s very simple, really. It’s built to hold even the most fierce of werewolves. Not even Seth could break out of it. See this?” He tapped the handle. “All I have to do, is crank it up a bit and-” he turned the winch, lifting the roof of the cage an inch or so- “and then I can lower it as far as I want.” Using strength no doubt ten times that of a normal human, Caleb lowered the roof of the cage an entire foot before stopping. It locked into place with a clang. “It goes all the way to the floor, you know.”

Rhett swallowed, instinctively cowering away from the approaching spikes, but they didn’t fall. Right now Caleb wasn’t trying to hurt him, just intimidate him, and it was working spectacularly. Rhett was beginning to understand what his future held. His captor stepped back to the front of the cage.

“You’re going to squish me,” Rhett guessed. Caleb shook his head.

“Nothing so quick. Don’t worry. You’ll figure it out soon enough. I’ll check back in a few hours with some grub. Sit tight and don’t go nowhere.” With a chuckle, the man picked up his folding chair, leaning it against the far wall, then headed back up the stairs. Rhett was once again left alone with his thoughts, none of which gave him any comfort.

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90.Birds can’tfly without wings. - Nett

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Freckles and Cinnamon Rolls

“Are you ever going to ask himout or are you two just going to stare at each other for the rest of yourlives?” Liam grunted at him after he noticedBrett watch Nolan walk out of the locker room. Where before his exit, he andNolan had managed to stare at each other every thirty seconds.

Brett shrugged. “Birdscan’t fly without wings.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Liamlaughed. Poor kid just wasn’t that smart… good thing he decided to link himselfto Theo. Now that kid was smart as hell, kinda hot too, not that he would everadmit it if he planned to live longer than the words leaving his lips. Liam wasfiercely possessive over the chimera. Dork.

He sighed and leaned against the coolmetal lockers, waiting for Liam to get his big ass head through the small headhole of his tight shirt, in which Brett ended up shaking his head in disbeliefwhen he somehow got stuck and required his assistance.

“It’s Theo’s, mine were all dirty.”He grumbled when he noticed the humorous gleam in his eyes.

“More like you can’t go five secondswithout his scent when he’s gone.” Brett retorted.

“Oh fuck off, don’t pretend you didn’tfreak out when Nolan was out for a week last month.”

Brett frowned. He was concerned okay,who misses a whole week of school? “Anyways,” Liam continued, “what does yourlittle Buddhist saying mean this time?”

“It means you can’t walk if you don’thave legs or you can’t ask someone out if they’re not gay and or into you.” Hemoped as he walked towards the parking lot, Liam having to take two steps forevery one of his.

Liam grabbed his arm and jerked himback. Brett had to give it to him, for such a short ball of anger he wasstrong.

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Liamsaid, face completely serious, almost pinched with shock. When Brett didn’tanswer right away Liam gasped. “Oh my god. I’m surrounded by idiots.” Brettchuckled then, sure he was the idiot.

“Liam… bud… you have two working eyesand you still managed to fall in a hole, you went in to the Wild Hunt by choice,and you are now dating the person that tried to kill your alpha… by using you ashis weapon might I add. And we’re the idiots? Yeah okay.” Brett pulled his armfrom Liam’s grasp and made his way to his car.

Liam jumped in the passenger side, angerspilling off him in waves as he waited for Brett to drive him home. “Yes, you’rean idiot if you don’t think that Nolan is gay and totally in love with you.”

“He’s not… in love with me!” Brettchoked, fumbling with his keys momentarily.

Liam scoffed. “Dude, you’re the bornwolf, can’t you smell it?”

“He just smells like sweet cinnamonrolls and icing.”

Liam gagged. “First of all, gross,especially because now I can smell how happy his scent makes you.” He saidpointedly as his eyes drifted toward his lap, Brett shifted in attempt to hidethe growing bulge. “Secondly, see? He doesn’t smell like that around me.”

Brett’s face scrunched up inconfusion. “What does he smell like to you?”

Liam’s brows pulled down in thoughtand it grated against something inside Brett. He didn’t want Liam thinking thathard about Nolan, he barely contained the growl that threatened to spill passedhis lips.

“Still something sweet but definitelynot as mouthwatering as you described him.” And with those words he did growl,not being able to hold it in from the jealousy and offence at the minor insult.“Down boy, I didn’t mean anything by it I was merely trying to prove a point.”Liam snorted.

They pulled up to Liam’s house and heimmediately noticed Nolan sitting on one of the porch chairs. Brett’s heartstarted to pick up extra beats at the sight of him. Hair still damp from hisshower after practice, freckles dusting across his face, and lips a beautifulshade of red from him biting them so much.

Liam jumped out of the car. “Nolan! Whata coincidence, we were just talking about you!” Brett’s heart stopped as hestared wide eyed at Liam through the windshield, dick. Nolan’s heart fluttered in his chest and the sound broughtBrett’s back to life. God it was a gorgeous sound, he wondered what else wouldmake it do those little flips. Suddenly his half hard member was fully hard atthe thought and all of the images now running through his head on how to makeNolan whimper for him.

“You were talking about me?” Nolanasked breathlessly, looking between Liam who was standing in the driveway andBrett who was still sitting frozen in the car.

“We sure were, Brett why don’t youcome hang out with us for a little bit?!” Liam called.

“Asshole, you planned this.” Hewhispered harshly, knowing only Liam would be able to hear it, but turned thecar off and got out anyways.

They all trudged inside, Nolan behindLiam and him following Nolan. Catching the deliciously sweet scent and havingto refrain from leaning down and running his nose everywhere to find out whereit was the strongest. He had a feeling it would be the hollow of his neck,right where he wanted to sink his teeth.

Fuck! Brett quickly found himself runninghis tongue over his canines in attempt to get them to go back in. He had neverlost control of them like this, what in the hell was this little hunter doingto him.

Liam led them down to the basementwhere the video game system was. He booted it up and tossed them each acontroller before settling himself, as in he laid down taking up the wholespace, on the couch leaving Nolan and him with the option of the love seat or abean bag and the floor.

Nolan looked at him and he looked atNolan, both stuck in place until the music for the game started playing makingthem jump and quickly sit down where they were standing. Nolan ending up on thebean bag next to him who was on the floor in front of Liam.

They had played for about an hour,all three of them relaxing into comfortable banter and teasing. Brett noticedevery little shift, sigh, and noise that escaped Nolan. Each thing pushing himcloser and closer to his breaking point. He was enjoying getting to see him ina more personal setting than school and lacrosse. He was a little less shy, notmuch, but adorably a little chattier. However, he couldn’t focus on anythingNolan had said because he was too far gone at that point.

Now they were alone… and Brett wastrying to keep from pinning Nolan to the floor and finding out if his tastematched his scent. Theo had come home and Liam said ‘be right back’ forty-five minutesago, leaving him and Nolan in the basement. Brett could hear everything goingon upstairs and he really really wishhe couldn’t, because it was only fueling the need inside of him thatdesperately wanted to be fulfilled.

“They’re having sex aren’t they?”Nolan questioned after he kicked Brett’s ass yet again because the only thinghe could focus on was the throbbing and pulsing taking place underneath hisskin.

“Yep.” He sighed, making sure to popthe ‘p’ on the end. His eyes darted over to Nolan and found him looking at himand he quickly looked away with a blush on his face when Brett caught him. WhenNolan bit his lip, pulling at the already tender skin, that’s when Brett lostit.

He groaned and his eyes drooped alittle as heat vibrated through his body. Having basked in Nolan’s scent forfar too long now, his pants were beyond uncomfortably tight and his control slippingexponentially.

“Nolan, please don’t do that.” Herasped. His voice much deeper than usual with how close his animal was to thesurface.

Nolan released his lip and cocked hishead to the side with adorable puppy eyes. “Do what?” He breathed and Brett hadto close his eyes, the sight of innocent Nolan having way more of an effect onhim than he was comfortable with.

“Bite your lip like that.” He growledas he remembered what it looked like between his teeth, his own little fangspoking through.

“Why?”

Brett chanced opening his eyes.Mistake, big big mistake. Nolan was on his knees next to him now, looking athim with soft eyes, and his scent rolling off of him and into Brett’s space.Wrapping around him and making it hard to breath and think straight.

“Because… I can’t… just… please don’t.”He managed to get out somehow, his brain completely drunk on Nolan’s aroma.  

Nolan’s brows furrowed, and hisbottom lip was sucked between his teeth, the sharp whites rolling it andchewing on it. He growled in warning, it was the last one Nolan would receive becauseBrett was already making himself claw his palms open as was.

“Oh, sorry!” Nolan blushed, and afresh whiff of warm sugary fragrance flooded his senses and he groaned, prayingfor the strength to keep his hands to himself.

Nolan shuffled even closer, he wasclose to panting now, not sure what kind of demon had taken over his body. Hiseyes fluttered closed and his head dropped back on to the couch baring his neckwhen Nolan’s fingers danced across his forehead lightly.

“You’re sweating.” He murmured,making Brett whimper as his fingers traced the small beads down his temple andcheek, over his jaw, and then down to his neck where they stopped and restedagainst his collar bone. “Why are you sweating?” The words sounded close,Nolan’s mouth was near his ear. That’s the only way he could explain being ableto feel the warm breath against his overheated skin.

Brettsnatched the boy’s wrist, pulling the fingers away from him as his eyessnapped open, well aware that they were glowing amber instead of his normalcrystal blue. “Nolan unless you want me to pin youdown and fuck you right here right now… I really, really need you to nottouch me right now and go standover there for a minute.”

Nolan inhaledsharply, pupils expanding and contracting, and his god damn lip found its wayback in between his teeth. Brett narrowed his eyes and let a rumble slip fromhis throat.

The littlehunter’s hand twitched in Brett’s hold and hereleased it only to shackle it again when it moved towards him. “I’m notkidding little one. I’m already at the point of no return, don’t push mepast it.” And then he added a little more desperately, “Please.”

Nolan’s other hand came up and began prying at the tight fingers thatwere no doubt going to leave a bruise on his fair skin. Part of Brett felt badfor hurting him but the other, more animalistic side, was pleased that he would bare a mark from Brett.While he’d much rather it be a hickey, as he wouldnever want to hurt Nolan, his wolf was dying for anything at this point.

“You cut yourself.” Nolan spoke when he finally freedhimself and swiped the pads of his thumbs tenderly over the healing claw marksresting inside his hand. Brett clenched his jaw, what didn’t he understandabout not touching him like this, that he was going to explode at any minute.

And explodehe did when Nolan brushed his lips against each of the bloody spots that provedhe had been hurt a few moments ago.

If anyoneever asked he would never be able to tell them what happened. All he knew wasone minute he was sitting there with Nolan holding and kissing his hand, thenext Nolan was pinned beneath him as he ran his nose everywhere trying topinpoint where his favorite scent was coming from.

The growlthat escaped him when Nolan turned his head, giving him more room to work andbaring his neck, should have been enough to scare every living thing in a three-mileradius.

“What the fuck?” He vaguely heardTheo’s voice.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Liam rushed.

When theyboth came rushing downstairs they found Brett, completely wolfed out, andperched in the space between them and Nolan.

“Mine.” He snarled protectively.

Liam held hishands up, “Brett, it’s okay we’re not trying totake him from you. Chill out.”

He narrowedhis eyes at the threats in front of him. He knew they were his friends but theywere also going to try and get Nolan away from him. It was in their eyes evenif they said differently.

“Nolan… tell me what happened.Exactly.” Liam spoke calmly but efficiently.

Nolan put ahand on Brett’s back before he spoke and something in him calmed minimally, butnot enough to pull him back from his animal. “Ibit my lip, he told me not to, I touched him, he warned me what would happenand tried to get me to givehim space…. I didn’t.”

“Idiot.” Theo spat, “you asked forit. Your problem now. I’ll be upstairs.”

“Theo!” Liam scolded.

It was alllike a movie, Brett was there and watching but it was like he wasn’t present, only concerned with one thing and that was the boycurrently touching him.

He took a fewdeep breaths like Satomi had taught the pack, slowly feeling his control slipback into place, feebly.

He stoodquickly, pulling Nolan along behind him. “We’releaving.” He announced.

“Brett you know I can’t let you leavewith him, not when you’re like this.” Liam stated, blocking the way to the door with his body.

Brett tensedfor a fight, ready to take on the thing/person that was standing in the way of hisand Nolan’s departure.

“Liam it’s okay.” Nolan whispered,“I’ll text you later.”

“Nolan…” Liam droned in warning. In which he must have smiled ornodded or something because Liam blinked and then sighed as he stepped to theside letting the two of them pass.

Brett tuggedhim along quickly, settling him in the passenger side of his car and bucklinghim in ensuring his safety, before dashing to the driver’s side and speedingoff.

After theyhad been driving for a bit, Brett heard Nolan’ssoft voice and calmed a little more.

“Why did you wait so long?”

He couldsmell the doubt and nervousness and it bothered him.

His wolfgrowled at the scent which ended up sounding more like a snarled grunt. “Because I thought you were straight.” He bristled. Not all likingthe idea of Nolan being with anyone else but him, male or female. He never got the whole possessive jealousthing until now. Since Nolan had touched him and kissed his self-inflictedwound, it was like if anyone stared at the boy too long Brett took offense toit.

Nolan snortedand he deadpanned. “Definitely not straight.” Heconfirmed and Brett hummed.

A little bitlater, when they were pulling up to his pack house, the one that Satomi hadpaid off for emergency purposes where he and Lori now lived, was when he wasfinally calm enough to be normal.

The safety ofhome and Nolan’s scent allowing him to feelunthreatened and calm, well not calm but not murderous either.

“Just so you know,” he began as heturned off the car, “nexttime I tell you get away from me… do it. I don’twant to accidentally hurt you.”Nolan just sat there looking at him. “Nolan.” Hegrowled, looking for an answer.

“I don’t think you would ever hurtme.” The boy whispered, a small blush starting to color his beautiful ivory skin.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” Brett breathedand brought a hand up to cradle Nolan’s blushing cheek. Feeling the warmth thatthe blood brought to the surface of his skin.

“But I’m serious, something about youmakes me lose control. I’d be really upset if I hurt you.”

“Because I’m yours?” Nolan askedhopefully, a devious twinkle in his mesmerizing eyes.

A satisfiedrumbled slipped between his lips. “Do you wantto be mine?” His deep voice questioned in return.

Nolan didn’t respond with words. Instead he took Brett completely by surprise and surged forward, clashingtheir lips together. Brett grunted at the sudden contact but quickly took over,threading his fingers into the back of Nolan’shair and tugging so thathis head was angled just right.

He lickedacross the seam of Nolan’s lips asking for entry and nippedthe bottom one when he wasn’t given access quick enough. His tongue was met with the sweet tasteof the other boy. Igniting everything inside him.

He pulledNolan’s head back so he could get to work on theappetizing spot that he had located earlier. “You didn’t answer my question, little hunter.” He droned and then smiled happily when Nolan whimpered from hisassault on the sensitive skin.

“Make me yours.” Nolan rushed out,pulling Brett’s mouth back to his neck. Needy little thingy. Brett obliged him for now…. he did want tobe his after all.

After he wassure that there was a sufficient bruise formed on Nolan’s neck, he pulled back to admire his work. Dick twitching when hesaw just how beautiful the mark looked on the contrasting pale skin.

He needed toget him naked, he needed more and he needed it now.

With thegrace and swiftness that only a supernatural being could possess, he pulledNolan on to his lap and then exited the car. Carrying the other boy easily,rewarding him with a kiss when he wrapped his arms and legs around him.

“You’ve brought a friend!” Loriexclaimed happily from the living room where she had been watching some stupidreality tv show. Brett, not even breaking stride and barely pulling away fromNolan’s mouth, growled “leave.”

He could hearthe pout in Lori’s voice as she spoke next, “but youjust got here and you never bring friends!”

He continuedup the stairs. “Lori if you want to hear us fuckthen be my guest and stay… if not I suggest you go find something to do for awhile and then I promise I’ll introduce you to Nolan properly in the morning.”

Nolan, nowannoyed with Brett’s lips being gone from his, huffedand decided to dish out his own attack on Brett’s neck. Brett’s steps falteredas his little fangs scraped and pulled at his skin. Stopping shortly to push Nolan againstthe nearest wall so he could use his hips to hold him up while his hand weavedin his hair and jerked.

“Careful with those little fangs,baby tiger. You’re calling out to the animal in me when you bite like that.”

Brett took asecond to drink in Nolan’s drunk on lust state. The beautifulblue of his eyes almost nonexistent from his dark pupils blown wide with need.A heady flush over his cheeks and cut jaw, reaching down to his neck and no doubt his chest. Brettripped the obscuring material away, finding exactly what he had assumed, morepale skin dotted with freckles lightly rosy.

“I swear you were made for me.” Brettrumbled out. Gasping as his words made Nolan toss his head back, baring his neck, and pushhis hips forward grinding against him.

His eyestraced the strong lines of his jaw, down the expanse of his thin but muscledthroat, landing on the hickey he had left while they were in the car. He leanedforward and licked it, reclaiming the spot as his, and making sure thesensitive skin made Nolan feel good.

“Brett.” Nolan whimpered as Brett began to suckanother bruise into his skin, this time on his collar bone.

He snickered,and placed a soft kiss to the new mark, the other one, and then lastly hisswollen lips before moving towards his room again.

He walkedthrough the open door and kicked it closed behind him, not that he needed tosince they were the only ones in the house, and gently laid Nolan on his bed.He crawled over the boy, stalking the slow movements he made as he scooted upthe bed. Eventually pinning him beneath him with a predatory look in his eyes.

Here Nolanwas, in his house, his room, his bed, baring his marks, and completely his forthe taking.

He shuddered.

Nolan lookedup at him, his eyes dark with desire but sparkling brightly at the same time. Asmall smile painting his face. He looked vulnerable and small beneath him,reminding Brett why he had been trying to resist Nolan earlier. He had to slowthis down, Nolan was human, and not yet ready for the animal side of him.

Brett let hisknees drop in between Nolan’s legs,nudging them open a little further so that he could settle a little morecomfortably.

He startedwith a slower kiss, deepening it when Nolan allowed him, but not speeding it upor rushing it.

That doesn’t mean it didn’tget hot and heavy, because it did, their lips just showed each other their needand - Brett pulled back. In complete disbelief at the word that almost just ranthrough his head.

Love? Love? Jesus Christ he was beyond gone onthis kid.

Did he care?He looked down at Nolan who was pouting up at him for stopping, lips puffybecause of him, face flush because of him, eyes twinkling because of him. Nopehe didn’t care, he had never felt this way aboutanyone before and if this was love then so be it.

He droppedhis head again, putting more fervor into this kiss, earning small moans fromNolan.

He felt Nolan’s cold fingers slip beneath his shirt and trail over his abs makinghim shiver. He quickly grabbedthem and pinned them on to the bed next to his head. If he was going to haveany chance of keeping this slow and as human as possible, he had to be incontrol, meaning Nolan had to be careful with his touches. And after his loverevelation, Brett wasn’t quite ready for roaming hands yet.

“Keep them there.” He murmuredstrictly against Nolan’s cheek. “Understand?”

He felt morethan heard the puff of angry breath that left Nolan’s mouth. But then was blessed with a sweet raspy “Yes.”

“Good boy.” He whispered before rewarding him witha few nips and wet sloppy kisses on his jaw. Brett pulled back then, sittingperched on his knees as his eyes mapped the expanse of Nolan’s chest and stomach.

He wasn’t ripped but he was toned, willowy and subtly strong. Long slenderfingers that lead to musculararms. Bare skin covered his chest, not a hair in sight, there was however someof the most beautiful freckles he had ever seen. His mouth watered at the sightof them, the two pert nipples waiting for his attention making it worse.

Nolan preenedunder his studious gaze. He breathing changing slightly. Brett smirked down athim, he was being good, he had kept his hands in place during his staring. Hegave in and dropped down, pressing opened mouth kisses to each freckle. Takingeach gasp that escaped Nolan as his prize.

But thenoises the boy beneath him made when he wrapped his lips around the tightbeaded nipple, was enough to push Brett to the edge again. Nolan’s hands found their way into his hair but Brett could care lessright now, he needed more of those whimpers and moans. He needed them like heneeded his next breath.

So it becamea chase, a chase over Nolan’s body tosee where Brett could get him to make those noises. A bite on the other nipple, a lick inhis belly button, hickeys on both hip bones.

His tonguetrailed along the edge of where skin met denim, tasting and teasing beforeBrett’s skilled fingers made quick work of Nolan’sjeans and briefs.

Nolan’s cock sprungfree, heavy and already weeping, slapping against his stomach. It was like therest of him, long, but where his body lacked in thickness his dick definitelymade up for it.

Brett hadnever seen such a perfect cock, other than his own obviously, and suddenly hebecame very hungry. Hungry for Nolan’s cock andthe sweet release waiting deep within.

He dove rightin, pulling the throbbing sticky head into his mouth and moaning at the taste.Not as sweet as he was expecting, but almost slightly bitter like cinnamon.This must be where the cinnamon roll scent came from he mused.

Thevibrations from his hum made Nolan cry out and pull at the short strands of hishair. Brett liked the small sharp pain, it grounded him, and kept him focused.

His gagreflex was absent as he pulled Nolan to the back of his throat, swallowingaround him a few times before coming up for some air.

“Jesus!” Nolan cried out, head thrown back,Brett loved the sight.

He licked astraight line up his length from base to tip, flicking his tongue against theslit spilling more hearty liquid. Brett took him in hand, pumping him at a slowcontrolled rate. Enough to keep him feeling good but not enough to push himtowards his orgasm. He slowly kissed his way back up to Nolan’s mouth, cock still in hand and being rubbed. Brett placed a kisson the wrinkle between his brows.

“Are you going to come for me Nolan?”He whispered seductively from above him. Watching as his eyes fluttered openand focused when they found him.

Nolan lickedhis lips before he bit down on the bottom one, knowing full well what it did tohim. Brett narrowed his eyes and pitched forward, stealing the fleshy lip fromNolan’s teeth using his own and biting down on itmaking Nolan moan.

“If you want to be bitten Nolan, justtell me.” He spoke after he sucked on it, soothing the bite.

“I want to come.” He whimperedinstead and Brett smirked against his lips.

He pressed asoft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I want you to come too, baby boy. In mymouth so I can taste you.”

Nolan chokedon his next breath. Hips snapping up and bucking into Brett’s fist. “P-please.” He stuttered out. Not realizing he liked people begging so much until he heard Nolanbegging him, he decided he wanted to hear it again, just one more time…. fornow.

“How bad do you want to blow in mymouth Nolan? Fill me up with your sweet come? Hmm?” He taunted, as he changedthe pace of his hand. Moving faster and making sure to swirl his palm over thehead on each pass.

“So bad!” Nolan’s voice didn’t shakethis time.

He buried hisnose in the boy’s neck, inhaling the mouthwatering aroma and scenting the oncomingorgasm as it kept getting sweeter. Nolan was close.

“Say please, love. Say please andI’ll let you.”

Nolan’s sweet begging was almost instantaneous. “Brett, please. Please.Please. Please let me come!”

Brett kissedhim and then sunk back down, holding Nolan’s cock atthe base as he took him in his mouth again.

Bobbing upand down, letting spit slide from his mouth and leak down to his hand. Hesucked him all the way in and swallowed around him again. Nolan’s moans werespilling out of him freely now. Fingers were in his hair tightly. And thenNolan started fucking his mouth, bucking his hips up and pushing as far in ashe could go.

NormallyBrett hated it when people did that, his wolf not liking the vulnerableposition it put them in. But with Nolan, they were both ecstatic that they weremaking Nolan feel so good that he couldn’t help butmove.

Nolan camewith a muted shout. Hot spurts hitting the back of Brett’s throat and tongue as he swallowed down everything he could.Missing some as it dribbled out of his mouth because Nolan was spilling morethan he had anticipated.

He lapped athis slit, licking up any stray drops as Nolan’scock continued to twitch and leak.

When he wassure that Nolan was done, and he started jerking from being oversensitive andno longer his orgasm, Brett stopped and pushed up. He used his fingers to catchthe trail of cum running down his chin and then brought it to his mouth, makingsure Nolan watched him the whole time, and then leaned down to kiss him.Letting Nolan have a taste of himself on Brett’s tongue.

When Nolanwent soft and compliant around him, softly kissing him back, he knew the highfrom the orgasm was gone now leaving him sated and cozy.

Brett pressedgentle kisses over his cheeks and the rest of his face. Nolan smiled lazily upat him. “Welcome back.” Brett grinned down at him.

Nolan movedone of his legs which accidentally brushed against his very hard cock still lockedaway under jeans and boxers. He groaned and Nolan frowned.

“Are you going to let me touch younow?” Nolan questioned, eyes slowlycoming back to life and sparkling at him in excitement.

Brett pursedhis lips, knowing full well what would happen when Nolan got his hands on him.

He nodded butcaught Nolan’s eager hands as they shot down to his pants. “But only for a little, I’m close enough as is.” He warned and thenreleased them and sat up so Nolan could undo his snap. Brett thought he was ready. He wasn’t.

The secondthe Nolan had five slender fingers wrapped around him, he fell forward bracinghimself up on the headboard and had to bite his tongue hard enough to drawblood to keep himself from coming right then and there.

He gasped andthen whined when one of the fingers played with the sticky precum that had beenpouring out of him ever since Liam’s basement.

And thenwhimpered as he opened his eyes to find Nolan bringing that finger to his mouthso he could taste it. Nolan’s held hisstare the whole time, flicking his tongue out to meet the wet pad of hisfinger, before he closed around the digit and hummed at the taste.

“Fuck.” He mewled, as the wooden headboard began to creak and cry under hisnow over-strong grip.

The boybeneath him pushed his pants down and he kicked them off the rest of the waybefore resuming his position straddling Nolan’storso, claws embedded intothe bed frame so that they wouldn’t dig intoNolan’s scalp.

Nolan grippedhim lightly, teasingly, making him fidget and twitch.

Brett snakedone clawed hand down and caught Nolan’s while itwas at the base of his cock. Wrapping it firmly around the other hand so they were bothsqueezing, cutting off the orgasm that had threatened to roll through him.

He took a fewshallow breaths, trying to pull himself back from the edge, and he was almostsuccessful. Until a warm wet mouth suckled at the tip which in turn made himbuck into it. He looked down with blazing yellow eyes, which clashed with the glacierblues looking up at him innocently.

“You’re a little minx.” He panted andpushed through clenched teeth. Trying, with all his might, to stay in control and keep it gentle like Nolanneeded.

Bretttightened his and Nolan’s grip at the base which was a lotcloser to Nolan’s mouth than he could actively think about without busting. And then he let go and brought his handto Nolan’s cheek, stroking over the hollowed dip andfeeling his cock through the thin skin there.

“I’m trying to be gentle with you,why won’t you let me?” He murmured. Yellow eyes pleading with Nolan, begging him to take it easy on him. Becauselet’s be honest, Nolan was the one with all of thecontrol in this situation. Hewas the one that had the ability to break him. To make him lose the battlebetween staying human and wolfing out.

Nolan slowlypulled back, letting Brett’s cock slip out of his mouth, butstill keeping the firm hold around the base of Brett’s length like Brett hadshowed him. Thank god because that move alone would have had him spilling his load. That’s how close he was.

 “I want you to be you,” Nolanwhispered shyly and blinked up at him.

Brett swipedhis thumb over Nolan’s spit slicked lips, pushing in just slightly and smiling as Nolansucked it in his mouth dutifully.

“You don’t know what you’re askingfor, minx.” He warned. “I could hurt you.” He added, his voice sounding pained.Because he was. He wanted to fuck Nolan relentlessly, god did he want to ruin him, but he would die if hehurt him.

Already hewasn’t happy with the light bruise showing on theboy’s wrist from his grip earlier.

“You won’t hurt me.” Nolan saidconfidently against the pad of his thumb.

“You don’t know that.” He argued.

Nolan shookhis head, finally releasing Brett’s cock whichmade him shudder, and pried his palm open. Pawing at the spot where he hadclawed himself open earlier. And then one of his hands was reaching towards hislips, wiping across them and coming away with a little dried blood from when hebit his tongue.

“You would rather hurt yourself thanhurt me.”

Brett frownedat this and Nolan smiled, he knew he had him. Brett went to open his mouth tosay something but it died in his throat when Nolan once again had his weepingcock in his mouth. And much to his dismay or delight, depending on the way youlooked at it, Nolan’s gag reflex was nonexistent as well.

He quicklyfound himself gripping the headboard again as he couldn’t help but slowly push his cock further down Nolan’s throat. Nolan swallowed around him and then hepulled back, letting him up for air.

The boybeneath him sucked greedily at the head of his cock. Coaxing his cum out,almost as if he could think of drinking nothing else until he had it. Well, ifthat’s what he wanted, who was Brett to tell himno?

Brett startedsnapping his hips into Nolan’s mouth moredesperately, fucking into the warmth exactly how he liked. Nolan hummed around him and he saw stars. “Fuck, Nolan, I’m gonna come.” He growled, voice deep and edgy.

Nolan moanedand wrapped one hand around him pumping roughly while his tongue lathed and swirledaround his head, dancing across his slit begging for his cum.

He lookeddown to see it, knowing it would be what would send him spiraling, only to findNolan watching him with glittering eyes. He held them captive as he came with ahowl.

Nolanswallowed his cum down beautifully, only missing a small drop or two on thecorner of his mouth. Brett rolled off his chest and pulled him roughly into hisbody. Greedily licking at his mouth and cleaning him up.

The kissesbecame soft and gentle before they heated up again. Nolan rutting against him,brushing their re-hardened cocks together making them both moan.

Brett’s hands had been wandering for a bit, skating over naked skin andbrushing against beaded nipples, before he decided to reach down and gripNolan’s tight ass. Heslipped his hand between the round globes and pressed a finger to the puckeredring just inside. Applying pressure and then rolling his finger a circulationmotion, teasing Nolan and loving every minute of it.

Nolan washands down the most responsive person he had ever hooked up with. Every touchand kiss was met with some sort of noise encouragement. Whimpers, moans,whines, gasps. Nolan rewarded him with them and he in turn rewarded Nolan withmore touches. It was a beautiful cycle.

“Brett please,” Nolan groaned after a while as hecontinued to jerk both of their cocks with one hand, “more.”

Brettgrunted, pushing up into his hand and rubbing his cock against Nolan’s a few more times.“Hands and knees for me, minx.” He requestedwith a quick kiss.

Rolling tohis side so he could fumble through his nightstand in search of the lube hekept there. And what a pretty picture he received when he turned back over. Nolan,with his perky ass up in the air, leaning forward on his elbows and headresting facing him, eyes cloudy with lust staring at him.

Not quitewhat he asked for, but much much better he decided.

Brett got to hisknees behind Nolan, spreading his legs a little further so that he couldplainly see the beautiful ring of muscle waiting for him. He couldn’t help himself, he had to taste it. So he did just that. He gently nipped both cheeks before leaningforward and swiping his tongue against the ridged skin, smirking when Nolantrembled beneath his mouth.

“Just as sweet here, baby.” Hemumbled and dove in for another taste.

“Brett…” Nolan whined. He chuckled, his boy was still needy.

Brett sat upand popped the top on the bottle of, spilling a generous amount on his fingersand then a few drops on Nolan’s pulsinghole for good measure. Hespread the cool liquid around, swirling his fingers around and around untilNolan was pushing back against them, trying to get them to slip in. And slip inthey did, two of them, easily. Brett growled. A sudden wave of jealousy andpossessiveness crashing through him.

He kept hisfingers inside the warm hole, wiggling them around slowly, as he leaned up anddropped his mouth to Nolan’s ear. “How many people have been backhere,” he pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in to emphasize hismeaning, “Nolan?”

“I… fuck… I never judged you foryour number.” Nolan retorted breathlessly.

He growledagain, he knew he hadn’t exactly been a virginal angel, butthis was Nolan… and he was his.

“Nolan….” he rumbled in warning.

He startedtwisting his hand with his thrusts. Making sure to brush the magical buttonjust inside each time.

“No one.” He whimpered and Brettfroze, making him repeat the noise but louder because he had stopped moving.

“What?” He breathed. Looking down towhere his fingers were deep inside of Nolan, they had slipped in so easily…if he was a virgin then how?

Nolan turnedhis head, eyes half lidded but a blush creeping up his face. Tendrils ofembarrassment mixing with scents of arousal and stale jealousy floatingthroughout the room.

“I finger myself.” He whispered,biting his lip and clenching the ring of muscle tightly around Brett’s fingers. His eyelids fluttered shut and hemewled.

Brett leanedforward and kissed him eagerly, beginning to move his fingers again and addinga third once Nolan was distracted in his kiss.

“You’re perfect, you were made for meNolan.” He praised against the boy’s lips. “Perfect.” He murmured again beforepressing one last soft kiss to Nolan’s lips and resuming his place behind him.

He workedNolan over with his three fingers. Getting lost in the art of fingering, neverhad he enjoyed so much foreplay usually in the mood for a quick hard fuck. Butwith Nolan it was like a whole new experience. Intoxicating.

He watchedthe string of precum drip to the bed, linking Nolan’s engorged cock and the sheets. He rumbled in appreciation.

“Brett… please…” Nolan begged and Brett couldn’t say no when he begged soprettily.

Brett slowlyremoved his fingers, eyeing Nolan’s hole as itstayed slightly open, ready and wanting. He wasted no time, quickly slicking himself up, and he rose to hisknees behind his minx. Rubbing his throbbing head up and down the crack ofNolan’s ass and over his hole, teasing both of them.

“Ready baby boy?” He asked as he lined himself up,praying that Nolan said yes because if he didn’t, stopping would probably killhim but he’d do it for Nolan.

“Yes, please, god I’ve been ready formonths! Fuck me.”

Brett smackedhis ass hard, leaving a red patch on the creamy skin. “Cheeky minx.” He chided and then slipped in half way. He grunted at the tight fit despite howeasily his fingers had gone in and Nolan moaned.

He grasped atNolan’s shoulders, pulling him up so that his backwas pressed against Brett’s chest, and held his hips tightly. Letting Nolan slowly lower himselfdown on his cock the rest of the way at his own pace.

Nolan satstill on his lap as he dropped his forehead against the back of his neck.Panting and shaking from being seated so deep and hugged so tightly. He lappedat the column of Nolan’s neck. Gingerly licking the skin trying to distracthimself from coming too quickly. And it was working, until Nolan decided tostart wiggling and circling his hips in the most delicious way.

“Minx…” He panted desperately andNolan kept going.

“I feel so full, so good.” He moaned and Brett’s claws beganto dip into the skin at his hips.

“Nolan…” he choked out trying again.

“B, I need you.”

Well fuck. Itwas the first pet name Nolan called him and Brett was helpless to try and holdback now. One of the clawed hands at Nolan’s hipsreached up and pushed hisupper body back down to the mattress and held on to his shoulder once the movewas complete.

With one handup there for leverage and his other still locked on Nolan’s hip, he slid out before pummeling back in.

He set aheavy pace. Nolan moaned and cried out a series of yeses and other incoherentwords. But his favorite by far was when his name would fall from the boy’s lips. Sometimes it was moaned, others it was choked on before hefinally got the whole thing out. It didn’t matter though, whenever he heard it, Brett becamefrenzied. Determined to make him say it again and again until his voice gaveout.

“Brett…” he whined this time. “I’mgonna come, I’m gonna…”

He slowed hisnow menacing pace and quickly reached around to wrap Nolan in his fist.

“Come on baby, give it to me.”

Warm liquidseeped on to his fingers as he fucked Nolan to completion. His pulsing holelike a vice around his over ready cock. Animalistic noises started pouring outof him as his hips began to snap unevenly into Nolan who was still in the midstof his orgasm.

“Nolan.” His wolf rumbled, secondsbefore he exploded. Hisvision blurred and when it cleared he found himself fangs deep in the meat of Nolan’s shoulder.

Brett pulledhis fangs and cock out of Nolan at the same time. Shuddering from the sensationand fighting the urge to lick and clean the mark he had just left. Instead,walking to the bathroom on shaky legs and wetting a small cloth with warm waterand bringing it back to a sleepy looking Nolan who had fallen to his side, cumcovering his front and dribbling out of him in the back. He looked utterlydebauched and Brett couldn’t stop his heart from hammering at the sight.

He smiled upat Brett and he gave a small smile back before wiping the front of him down. “Open.” He commanded softly, tapping one of Nolan’s legs. Hecomplied, slowly, butspread his legs for Brett.

Brett cleanedhim dutifully. Making sure to be gentle but thorough, taking care of Nolansparking something inside of him and making him immensely happy. Once he wasfinished he threw the cloth towards the bathroom ignoring the awful wetsmacking sound it made and climbed over Nolan, settling behind him, and staringat the indents his teeth left.

Nolan’s hand snakedover his shoulder and brushed against the mark tentatively. Brett winced, howwas he going to explain it. He nudged the fingers aside with his head and nose.Nuzzling his mark, and losing the battle with his instincts, tongue flickingout to clean away the droplets of dried blood. He finished with placing a softkiss to it, making Nolan shiver.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’tmean to bite you.”

Nolan turnedin his arms. “It’s okay.” He smiled. Brett sighed and shook his head, itwasn’t okay. He belonged with Brett now but humansdidn’t work that way. “I told you I wanted you to be you.” He shrugged and thenbrought his hand up to Brett’s lips, brushing a finger over his human teeth.“Your wolf is a part of that.”

“You don’t understand what it means, what baringmy bite means.”

Nolan smiledbrightly this time, showing his own adorable fangs, his eyes twinkling just asbrightly. “It means I’m yours.” He saidconfidently. “Liam told meafter I saw his. And now I have one too.” He saidhappily.

Brettchuckled. “This isn’t some tattoo club, minx.It’s a little more intense than that.”

Nolan lookeddown shyly for the first time in a while and Brett tipped his chin back up. Hecouldn’t have that, not now, not after everythingthey just did and he needed to be able to see how Nolan was feeling.

“Hey,” he said gently, “is thisbecause I called you minx or because of what my mark means?”

Nolan met hiseyes again, chewing on his fucking lip and as if he hadn’t just come twice, his cock twitched.

“I like it when you call me minx.”Nolan reassured before he continued. “But I don’t think your guys’ bites aresome club to be a part of.” He huffed.

Ah he washurt. He had hurt him. Brett pulled him closer and nuzzled his cheek againsthim, comforting him in the only way he knew how; proximity, he was a packanimal after all.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upsetyou.” He said once he sensed Nolan returning back to normal and when the boy started to nuzzle him back.

“I just need you to know what you’regetting into.”

Nolan pulledback, “All I’ve ever wanted was to belong, now I do.”

“So you’re just using me?” He teasedearning the most adorable put outhuman growl he had ever heard.

Nolan frownedand then surged forward, locking his teeth on the fleshy patch just above Brett’s collarbone. Brettwould have found it cute, had it not actually hurt when Nolan broke throughskin. “Jesus little minx!” He snarled.

When Nolanpulled back, lips stained red from blood, he was smirking happily down at hiswork.

“There.” He said with finality. “Nowwe’re both marked.”

“It’s not going to stay.” He grumbled,somewhat saddened by the fact, as he pulled the blanket up to wipe at thebloody skin. Wiping morefrantically once he saw something that couldn’tpossibly be happening.

A small setof teeth marks sat there. Where the one he left was large and animal like, theone that sat on the front atop his shoulder was small and delicate looking.Almost as if it was a tattoo, like the one he had just teased Nolan forwanting.

Brett lookedwide eyed at Nolan. “How…” he trailed off and thenrolled over to pin a sheepish looking Nolan to the bed beneath him, hischemosignals bouncing all over the place and hard to pinpoint.

“What did you do Nolan?” He growled,not in anger. More in awe of how/why Nolan marked him. He leaned forward when Nolan didn’t answer him, licking his lips and bumping their noses together,feeling Nolan relax beneath him. “How baby?”

Nolanshrugged. “I’m not as human as we allthought… Deaton is still working on it but there’s a little of something inme.”

“My little minx.” He said fondly,burying his face in Nolan’s neck and smelling their combining scents. Who would’vethought that his love for freckles and the scent of cinnamon rolls would bewhat found him his mate? Brett sighed happily in their warm embrace.

“Wait, what did you mean when yousaid you’ve been waiting for me for months?” Brett popped up, suddenlyrecalling what Nolan had said right before he fucked him.

Nolan rolled over and hid his face inthe pillows and shook his head. Brett bit down on his mark making Nolan gostill.

“Hmmm?” He hummed against the skin.

Nolan shot him a look over hisshoulder. “I’ve been practically in love with you since the first time I metyou, I thought it was obvious.”

“You love me?” He asked and Nolanjust nodded his head a few times. “I love you too, baby boy.” He whispered in hisear and Nolan practically purred. He pulled them back on their sides and curledhimself around his mate. Never had he been so content in his life.

 XO - K 

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SO. i’ve been working on new muses of the supernatural, mythology, & historical verse variety, and i thought it was about time i share some of them and get them started. some of them are more developed & others are still just in their beginning concept phase, but i’m open to plotting with most, if not all, of them. GIVE THIS POST A LIKE & i’ll come to you about some plotting!!!

NOTE: i will be selective about their use for the first bit, and with a preference for mutuals!!

ON THE MORE DEVELOPED SIDE:

inej ghafa -- based on the character from six of crows / crooked kingdom, written by leigh bardugo. 18 years old. pansexual. ketterdam. ship captain & slave hunter; (previously) a spy. a.k.a. the wraith. human. associations: the dregs. face claim: neelam gill

waverly turner -- approx. 500 years (unknown; appears 24). bisexual. student of  marine biology and university of california, berkeley. barkeley, ca. mermaid. face claim: madelaine petsch.

hendrik moreau (goes by hendrix) -- 257 years (appears 32). bisexual. new orleans, la. tattoo artist / shop owner. warlock. face claim: michael trevino.

dallas hewitt -- 2178 years (appears 30). pansexual. milan, italy / paris, france. model & designer. incubus. face claim: nick bateman.

saskia galanis -- approx. 400 years (appears 26). heterosexual. london, england. singer. siren. face claim: amy jackson (might be subject to change).

gia moreau -- 221 years (appears 28). it’s complicated. new orleans, la. restaurant & apothecary owner. witch. face claim: alexandra park.

isadora petralia -- approx. 1200 years (appears 27). bisexual (slight female preference). new orleans, la. jazz singer / musician. naiad (potamide). domain: mississippi river. face claim: poppy drayton.

pandora delossantos -- 351 years (appears 27). pansexual. new orleans, la. ruler of new orleans, casual chef. witch. face claim: eiza gonzalez.

feyre archeron -- based on the character from a court of thorns & roses series, written by sarah j. maas. 21 years. heterosexual. velaris. high lady of the night court; art teacher. high fae. face claim: bridget satterlee. 

celestia king -- aphrodite. age unknown / immortal. pansexual. new york city. greek goddess of love; wedding planner; volunteer w/ various organizations for victims of rape & domestic violence; LGBTQ+ activist. goddess. face claim: josephine skriver.

IN CONCEPT STAGE:

a vampire that works as a curator at the louvre. potential face claims: priyanka chopra, sophie turner, letitia wright.

a demon that has lived in the same city (thinking either naples or rome, italy) since its foundation thousands of years ago. literally the cause of wars, internal struggle, etc. because gets bored & decides to stir up trouble.

and the angel that always goes cleaning up after them -- the ultimate frenemies duo.

a necromancer that runs the largest cemetery in the world / oldest in the world / etc. infamous for his vast “knowledge” of the cemetery’s inhabitants (though, legit comes from talking with the dead themselves). potential face claims: theo james, edgar ramirez.

the modern!god of death whose entrance to the underworld is at this necromancer’s graveyard. potential face claims: jon bernthal, joe manganiello.

an earth nymph / fae that has been running a vineyard somewhere in italy or france for hundreds/thousands of years. potential face claim: phoebe tonkin.

a modern!god of war that either: is high-ranking in a country’s military; or owns a weapons manufacturing company.

a werewolf that is a professional athlete known for not only their skill, but their ... intensity (i.e., the not-so-occasional struggle to contain the wolf) as well. throughout their lifetime has played various sports professionally.

[origami-goblin]

Episodes 45 & 46 - Something Aboat Gary

Wednesday, April 18th, 2018

At the top of the Shadow Clock, a monstrous demon begins to pour out of the clock face amidst a thick cloud of dark gray smoke. It is the same demon that the quasit saw during its reconnaissance mission when the party was back at the Sawmill.

But the demon isn't alone.

Behind the smoke, hidden with an invisibility spell, Xanesha waits for the party to get within melee range before slashing out with her terrible spear. Barnaby and Fobias do their best to tank the massive blows that Xanesha is dealing out, while Theo and Krask rain down their physical and mental missiles from afar. Some particularly nasty hits leave Xanesha dazed, offering opportunities for the party to get in some blows without fear of retaliation.

The demon, on the other hand, doesn't even seem to be real; it was merely the result of a conjuring of some kind - either by Xanesha or by the Shadow Clock itself. Either way, the illusion does nothing to impede the party from eliminating their prime target up to this point, and Xanesha is slain. A HUGE pile of loot explodes from her body, which the party is eager to explore.

After trying on their new gear, the party notices a crumpled up note in the corner of Xanesha's hideout. It contains correspondance between Xanesha and her sister, Lucrecia, and their plan to harvest souls for a vila, grander purpose. It points the party in the direction of Fort Rannick, near the Storval Plateau, and Turtleback Ferry, which lies at the foot of the mountains. Curiously enough, there is also evidence that Xanesha was planning the assassination of the Lord-Mayor of Magnimar, but the party decides it better to leave Magnimar without divulging that information.

The trip to Turtleback Ferry, which is on the way to Fort Rannick, consists of a two-week journey on foot. In order to expedite the process, the party hires a simple bargeman named Opir to take them up the Yondabakari River until it meets up with the Skull River, at which point he will take them north to Turtleback Ferry.

The first four days of the trip are relatively uneventful. Theo loses himself in Justice Ironbriar's journal in an attempt to decode the complex cipher. Fobias tries to improve Richard's trick repetoire when the wolf isn't alongside the oxen pulling the barge. He also begins brewing an adult beverage with the purest waters of the Yondabakari. Krask bonds with Barnaby over the loss (two-time loss) of their friend, Aldern. Barnaby isn't convinced that Aldern was entirely evil, and that there was still at least a shred of good left in him when the disease took hold.

Everything is going fine until Barnaby spots a precarious tree swaying violently alongside the river bank. He warns Opir, who directs the oxen to slow down, turning the barge sideways along the flow. Unfortunately, the tree comes crashing to the ground, blocking the river and scaring the oxen into a panicked frenzy.

Four figures emerge from their hiding places in the brush - three hulking, shirtless men and a ferocious wolf. One of them speaks, threatening the group to hand over their belongings, along with their lives. Any children aboard the barge would be spared and brought up to understand the secrets of the forest under Garitran, a name that Fobias is acutely familiar with. The man also implies that Opir sold out the party for a pouch of gold and for a cut of the profits. Opir objects and looks genuinely worried.

TWANG! An arrow comes hurtling at the party.

What is Lucrecia doing up at Fort Rannick and Turtleback Ferry? Who are these barbaric men and what connection does Fobias have with them? Will Richard ever be anything more than a pack mule?

[speechlessxx]

Why Do You Keep Apologizing! (Theo Raeken Imagine)

Here’s a Teen Wolf Imagine!

It’s actual rather longer than my usual, hope you don’t mind… I got carried away.

Requests are Open (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

You were born to a family of angels. If someone thought goody-two-shoes people were terrible, imagine how it felt to sport wings that burned every time you lied and having to move nearly every month once you’ve served your purpose. 

Being an angel, you all had a specific purpose. And being part of a family, your family would spread across a town to spread positive energy throughout the people. No one could ever be in a bad mood if an angel was around… unless they’re so consumed by the darkness.

And once you stepped into Beacon Hills High School, you knew you found where you needed to go. You had a feeling you belonged to be there and it made your wings tingle underneath your jacket. You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath before setting off to find your locker. As you walked, there were multiple pairs of eyes on you. Not because you were an angel that just glowed (that’s actual a myth), but because there were other supernatural beings in that school that got a whiff of your scent. You just didn’t know that… yet. 

“She’s not human.” Malia whispered, looking over to Scott and Liam who understood her statement. “Her scent… it’s… different.” 

Scott nodded in agreement. “We don’t know if she’s a bad guy-” 

“Or girl.” Lydia interrupted. 

He looked over to her and nodded slightly. “Yeah… bad girl or not… We lay off her unless she proves to be a threat.” 

“Just keep your wolf and coyote eyes on her.” Stiles added. “Stay. Away.” 

“Well someone needs to tell Theo the plan.” Liam muttered. The pack looked over to what he meant. 

And there you were, standing next to Theo Raeken, struggling to open your locker which, coincidentally, was next to his. He stood stiffly as the doors were pushed open a breeze sweeping in, carrying your scent over to him which made it stronger. Fear struck him in his bones after registering what your scent was. “Are you here to punish me?” He thought aloud. 

You looked over to him as he hid his face inside his locker. “Excuse me?” You asked, politely. When there was no response, you decided to pat the young man on his muscly bicep. But then you saw darkness and a young woman tearing this boy’s heart out repeatedly. It was like a nightmare. You yelped as you pulled your hand away, immediately recognizing the feeling of darkness. It consumed him. 

You were standing in a daze as Theo slammed his locker shut and hurriedly walked away from you. Your eyes trailed him. 

In your first period, you introduced yourself to the teacher and was shown to a seat. There was an empty desk beside you and you couldn’t wait to attempt to befriend this new person. But fate decided to play against you as the boy from earlier sat next to you with an annoyed expression.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked, abruptly. “First you’re next to me in the morning, opening a locker that clearly wasn’t yours since you can’t even open the damn thing. And now you’re sitting next to me in my first period? I’ve never seen you a day in my life. So if-”

“I’m sorry if you got that impression.” You apologized. “I was told to sit here by the teacher. And as for the locker situation this morning, I honestly could not open the.. um… thing.” 

“Damn.” Theo repeated. You raised an eyebrow. “Say it.” You shook your head. Wings tend to painfully shed a feather or two if a curse word left your mouth. Growing feathers back was the true punishment. After a long period of silence and an intense staring competition, Theo finally said, “I know what you are. And I’m not going back.” 

“What?” You asked as the bell rang and class began. 

After the class, you chased after him but he immediately disappeared into the crowd of students. “What did this kid mean.” You asked aloud. 

It wasn’t until lunch time that you saw this mystery boy again. The two of you locked eyes across the room and he stood up to leave the cafeteria. You ran after him and just before he opened the doors to leave, you grabbed him. “Let go!” He said, shaking you off. 

“What did you mean you aren’t going back?” 

“Why do you care?” He shot back. “I don’t know you!” 

“My apologies… I’m-I’m..” You began, but he interrupted. 

“Why Do You Keep Apologizing!” He screamed. “Demons don’t do that!” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You-you think I’m a demon?” You couldn’t even contain your laughter. His face sported a confused expression. “I apologize for my laughter. But I’m not a demon. My name is (Y/N).” You said, offering your hand. 

“Theo.” He muttered. “If you aren’t a demon, then what are you? ‘Cause you’re definitely not human.” 

“And I suppose neither are you.” You said with a playful smirk on your face. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Theo. I’m not here to harm you nor take you back to that girl.” He raised his eyebrows at you, wordlessly questioning you. “That girl in your nightmares. The one that tears out your heart.” 

“How did you-” 

“Angels are more than just wings and good deeds, Theo.” You said. “We have purposes as to why we arrive in cities… and I have a feeling my purpose is to rid you of your darkness.”

“Can you do that?” He asked, hopeful. You smiled warmly. 

“Of course.” 

 part two…