#is somewhat possible that the stranger; while being a werewolf; is actually Not the werewolf who attacked the livestock. he has his urges

[cantfightmoonlight]

"I don't know. I don't know you, but seeing that my own family would, it would be naive of me to write off the possibility that a stranger might," He explained followed by a deep sigh of his own. Running his hand across the back of his neck as he watched the other wolf, not too much older than him, stand there, clearing trying to hold his reactions back as much as he could. "I plan for the worst and hope for the best. And... there it is. That right there, is why I don't immediately assume people will be on my side because in my experience they never really are," Caleb admitted, shaking his head the smallest bit back and forth as he watched the Alpha fold his arms over his chest as he asked him what he was trying to do in the first place. The question sounded oddly similar to the berating ones his dad asked him the night they found out he had become the worst thing he could be in the prestigious family of witches' eyes- a dog, which is exactly how they viewed being a werewolf as. Why did you do it? What on earth were you trying to do in the first place? Is this how you go about finding a cure? How could you be so stupid?

"There isn't a why," Caleb said after a prolonged breath. "Because I didn't plan on doing it. It was an accident. Micah Labs is a Supernatural Research Facility. One that I'm sure, as a Paramedic, you're more than familiar with. We conduct a number of different studies from sleep studies involving Banshees to experiments to hopefully one day create blood supplements for the vampires who would prefer to live off of a different kind of diet. I was taking samples of werewolf saliva to study your species molecular structures and see how the bite alters one's DNA. Only, to accidentally inject myself with one sample that had just been collect from the needle. I only realized the affects on the following full moon. You can ask Frankie about if you would like. Her sample was the one that happened to, well, you know... But, if you need to bring me before the Council, I can speak on it. Present the reports and data on the experiment before things took a rather unexpected turn and all. Bring you a brochure on the facilities, what not," He explained, despite purposely leaving out the detail about how he had been studying werewolf molecular structures in hopes that he could find a way to turn someone into a witch the same way werewolves could turn humans with that of a bite.

He had never wanted to be wolf and, if he could, he'd do anything to go back and prevent the change from happening for him. A want that he wondered if Nico could even understand and yet, Nico's next words cause Caleb's eyes to widen in surprise. "Wait wha- I'm sorry, but this is how you go about trying to understand people? No shade, it's just a, um," The corner of his lips inched up ever so slightly for the first time since the start of the conversation. "An interesting approach to making friends is all?" He admitted, somewhat teasingly, before he gave Nico a small nod as Nico carried on.

"So, I, um, I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot? It seems like we're both terrified then and I, um, I get why you might have wished you had more time before you joined the pack. I do. It's just that I'm also not you? I'm not a born wolf and and I can't begin to imagine what it must have been like to have triggered a curse and to have had to come to terms with all that and being an entirely new species while you were just a kid. And I'm sorry you felt rushed or pushed into something you might not have been entirely set on. But, even if you weren't ready for it, it seems like you have people in your life who were and are willing and ready to forgive and accept you? I, um, look man, I've never had that. I have people who question your every move, only enjoy having you around when you're some kind of use to them and who will bail the moment you become an inconvenience. So, yeah, the idea of being asked to join a team where people actually give a damn and will have your back sounded pretty appealing? I mean I get your point, I do. And you're probably right? I can see how sharing your thoughts with a group of other wolves could be overwhelming, but I guess I just thought it had to beat the silence? I, um, I've been on my own for so long that, personally, being left with my own thoughts seems far more unbearable and suffocating than anything else, but uh, you're the Alpha, so what do I know? I was probably coming at with assumptions and you'd know more of what its like being in the pack than I ever could. So, yeah. I can take some time and figure it out, I guess? I just, I've got to ask and you don't have to answer if it feels too personal or whatever, but, um, why did you stay? In the pack that is? I mean I know you said you locked yourself into a life-altering choice at a young age and all, but if it can feel suffocating at times, why not just go?"

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He listened to Caleb without interrupting, paying close attention to what the young man said, and what he didn’t say. Apparently, even the offer to come to see him in his lab wasn’t satisfactory—and Nico had to wonder why that was. Maybe he hadn’t changed in the presence of anyone else before? That would explain a few things—the cagey way he spoke, how wound up the topic made him. Or maybe, he just didn’t want Nico specifically around. Those were his two first guesses, but he tucked that away in his mind to try and untangle later. 

It was harder not to react when he mentioned the Council’s potential actions on the matter, though. Nico shifted his shoulders back and forth as a painful tension tried to lock onto them, burning like the memory of silver chains. His throat was dry and raw, the hurt reflected in his voice. “You think I’d let them lock you up?” Was this really the impression he left on people he met? He felt his wolf stirring, snarling, and closed his eyes against it, moved his mind towards the sound of waves to calm himself. The sensation slowly washed away. Instead of snapping at him, Nico decided to get some more real information for when the Council or anyone else asked. “Why did you do it?” He opened his eyes and fixed them on Caleb. “What were you trying to do in the first place?” He folded his arms over his chest to steady himself and resist the need to move his body, something that he'd been told always made it look like he wasn't paying attention. This was important, and he didn't want Caleb thinking he was taking it lightly. “Whatever happens to you from now on, that is gonna be at least partly on me, no matter how we feel about it," he said, cautiously. "You’re a lone wolf in the territory of a pack. We’re responsible for how we treat each other, now.” His voice softened further. “But it’s never a burden for me to care about another wolf. You deserve my attention, and my respect. I only brought up Mateo because I thought you’d like to have a friendly face around, given everything. But, note taken. I won’t lump the two of you together again.” He inclined his head to Caleb, worn out. But hearing the younger man pinpoint his hard-learned composure as some kind of act of machismo felt like a slap in the face. He couldn’t fathom where the thread of his intention had been lost, how he’d managed to give that specific impression after years—decades—of hating that very thing. His head bowed, as he tried to reconcile that maybe he’d become someone he never wanted to be, despite his best efforts. “Of course it applies to me. More than anyone,” he said quietly. He uncrossed his arms, and held his hands in front of him. There was a visible tremor of pent up energy and the desire to shift and bolt away from all of this, one he’d been trying to hide. “I’m fucking terrified, Caleb. I’m terrified that I’ll say all the wrong things, and you’ll be worse for it. I’m not trying to be big and tough, I’m just trying to understand you. And I don't want you to lock yourself into a life-altering choice the way I did. I was bound to the pack before I'd even gotten a chance to come to terms with what I'd become, with what I'd done." What I'd lost. Fourteen, barely comprehending that his father was gone, that his mother wasn't all-powerful, untouchable Alpha he'd thought. That every wolf could die. That they could want to kill one another. That he had killed another.

"I wanted to keep my shame for myself," he continued. "I wasn't ready to be forgiven, or accepted. Prizing the group, or prizing your personal feelings—it’s not an ultimatum, it's just a question. Having both isn't easy." Nico knew he could have been so many other things, once, so many people. But all other possibilities were tossed aside when he joined the pack. And now, here he was, a medic dressed in the uniform of a general. Still not at peace with it, but trying to learn. "It'll feel like slow suffocation, if you can't balance them—or at least, that's how it felt for me. How it still feels, most days.” He clenched and released his hands a couple times, then tucked them into in his pockets, falling silent. It was probably useless anyway. Nothing he ever said came out right the first time, no matter how hard he tried. He wished he’d left the talking part to JC, who always seemed to know what to say. All he wanted to do was find Jas again, and not have to think about what a fucking mess he'd made of this whole conversation.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Vampire lore first!

OKAY!

I have talked on this somewhat before and there may be repeats but let's go!!!!

While becoming a Vampire does turn you into a new Creature and fucks with your biology, it does count under more of a Magic Curse and cannot be removed through normal means and always sticks, even if you have something that would usually heal other transforamtions and biological fuckery.

(So like. If Ben becomes a Vampire, that shit sticks no matter what form he takes even if the Omnitrix resets his biology.)

The way to become a Vampire.... I'm actually yoinking this from Vampire Diaries lmao. You must die with Vampire Blood in your system. No one's entirely sure where Vampirism started, though some ancient beings mention a Witch who dabbled in Blood Magic.

This technically makes them Undead, but they are not effected by Necromancers.

The main effect of Vampirism is that your Magic is now tied to blood consumption.

Usually, everyone has a metaphorical container of Magic. You use Magic, it drains. If you use a lot of it, if drains more. You replenish it through food and rest, just like regular energy.

As a Vampire, the only way to refill your energy is by consuming blood. This is annoying. However, a Vampire can store this energy somewhat better than most regular Magic Users, which leads to their Immortality.

A Vampire will continue to live indefinitely as long as they continue to consume blood. Leading to semi-Immortality. They can age if they keep their blood levels at the minimum for functioning.

The blood also contributes to a healing factor. So if one is injured and has a drink, it fixes them up real quick.

Their physical abilities are also tied to this. So more blood equates to more strength and stamina.

If a Vampire stops consuming Blood, then their energy will slowly drain. This will make them very tired, dizzy, and eventually too weak to do anything, at which point they'd slip into a coma and die. (Similar to if someone's Magic is damaged).

Different creature's blood has different effects on Vampires, but Human is safest. Werewolf blood makes them drunk. Fae blood will cause random but harmless pranks. Demon or Angel blood can burn.

Now here's the thing! Religion!

Oh boy.

So. This is a complicated thing on if Holy Items and the like effect them. These things work on belief, both in the God(s) and in that it will work, on both the user warding them off and the Vampire. So, a Vampire can still enter a church or touch a crucifix if they either don't believe or they do believe in God but don't think their God will hurt them for this. This does also lead to the possibility of this

Other typical Vampire Effects:

Garlic isn't poison. But a Vampire has highly enhanced senses, so strong smells bother them.

Similar with sunlight. They don't burst into flame, but they are sensitive to it as they are nocturnal creatures.

Silver works somewhat similar with Religion. But given how the lack of a reflection and not showing in photographs was because of silver which has been phased out, they now show up.

Transforming abilities are more relating to general Magic, though most Vampires do tend to pick bats or dire wolves because 'hey might as well go with the classics!!!'.

Enthrallment is an.... interesting power. It is not straight up hypnotism, and does not overpower free will. But it seems to because of how they use it.

What is really happening is that Vampires are able to amplify the emotions someone is feeling toward them. And different Vampires use this in different ways when it comes to 'hunting'.

Some do the 'sexy seduction' version. If they're attractive, then hitting on someone and adding the enthrallment means you'll go 'yes hot stranger in a dark alleyway you can do whatever the fuck you want'.

Others use it to enhance fear, making them panic and make mistakes as they try to run. Maybe even paralyzing them with fear.

Sometimes younger (or seemingly younger) Vampires will play up the innocence factor.

Hunting is kinda seen as very :/, but it is necessary for Vampires to live. So it's allowed as long as they only take minimal amounts from each victim.

There are some places that are like. Blood donation bars. People who are sympathetic to Vampires can donate and provide without needing to hunt. They're fairly newer so while major cities have some, they're not entirely commonplace.

I thiiiiiiink that's it for now.

[numbaoneflaya]

Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!

[harmonie-writes]

When Halloween Comes to Town

Taeyong x Reader (ft. some other members of 127)

genre: fluff

tw: none

Somewhat based off of Halloween Town. Time works differently in Halloween Town (in my version since I don’t remember it very well). I know WinWin is a part of NCT 127 now, but for the sake of everything he is.

Word count: ~1.8k

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Every year on the eve of Halloween the town would light the absurdly large jack-o-lantern that officially rang in the town’s festivities. Each year that the pumpkin was lit, it almost seemed as if the number of people in the city grew with the amount of costume wearers that roamed the streets enjoying the crisp evenings. If people noticed then they never mentioned anything, but a young boy, with bright shining eyes seemed to notice the various witches and warlocks, the almost too furry werewolves, or the skeletons that seemed just a little too real walking down the paved roads. 

And for such a young, bright mind it was only confirmed when he wandered just a little too far from his home while trick-or-treating. In all honesty, it was a misunderstanding, maybe he should be thankful that his little werewolf mask covered his face just enough or that what he assumed to be a goblin-child tugged his hand in the direction of the jack-o-lantern in the town square. What he does remember is one moment he is running toward the orange pumpkin hand-in-hand with a goblin, and the next moment he is running out of the pumpkin onto a very, very different road and not entirely sure how to get home. 

After the mild panic of being stranded, and alone in a whole other world the boy remembers being approached in an alley by a cat with the brightest green eyes, as if they were made out of emeralds. The cat brought some sense of comfort to the boy who had the sniffles, but the sound of frantic footsteps that finally slowed made him aware of another presence. Pushing his mask up to the top of his head, dark, watery eyes came into contact with purple boots that met a green skirt with purple accents, and to top it off the lady in front of him wore a smile with a crooked hat. 

“Something tells me that this is your first time here in Halloween Town.” The gentleness of tone pulled his focus back reality once more, and away from staring at the bent shape of the hat you wore. 

“D-dragged through the pumpkin on accident,” the boy mumbled, rubbing at his runny nose. 

The boy’s actions were halted when a hand holding the edge of a cloak wiped away the rest of his tears, and removed the mask from his head. “How about we get you something to eat, and I can show you around our small town?” There was no false intentions to be given, just one person who recognized that another being needed a hand. “My name is YN, and does this cute werewolf have a name?”

“My name is Taeyong.”

“Well Taeyong,” you took off your hat and set it atop his head, “hmm, it’s a little bit, but it’ll do. Now let’s go on an adventure.” The hat covered his eyes slightly, but that didn't stop him from hearing a chuckle at the statement. 

He remembers hearing the hum of content and being given a tour of the home of Halloween magic. He walked hand in hand with a witch he could compare to Glinda the Good Witch and the green eyed cat walked on his other side. 

Finally stopping in front of the century-old pumpkin you rapped on it with your knuckles. Taeyong remembers watching in fascination as you pulled a simple wand out of your boot before giving him a smile. With a small flick of your wrist the tip started to glow. He doesn’t remember if there were any fancy words that followed, but he does remember how the light grew brighter as you tapped it against the jack-o-lantern. Together you stepped through back into the human realm, and you figured it was best to make sure he made it home safely so you let him lead the way.

Reaching his house Taeyong looked back at you realizing that this might be his last time seeing you. “I’ll see you again, right?”

A smile graced your face, “You’ll always be able to find me when the town lights up the jack-o-lantern.” You gave him a small wave before you turned to walk down the mostly empty road. 

Taeyong returned the wave and then remembered that he still had your hat.

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Taeyong stood in front of the unlit jack-o-lantern yet again after being gone for so long. No one believed him when he was younger about going to a place actually called Halloween Town, but it didn’t explain where he got the hat from. His parents even tried reasoning that someone gave it to him from one of the market stalls near the town square.

His hand dipped into his bag feeling the rim of the old velvet hat that he brought back with him. Things have changed a lot since the last time he was here, and now he was visiting his hometown with his group members. 

“You’ve been staring at that gigantic pumpkin for awhile now. You good?” Jaehyun asked, placing a hand on Taeyong’s shoulder. 

“Huh, oh yeah. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been here. You could say this place is pretty magical,” Taeyong told him as he pulled his eyes away.

“Well everyone is heading to get some food before they start the ceremony tonight.” Taeyong followed Jaehyun down the road, and at least for the time his mind was pulled away from the past. 

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Colored light strips strung around street lamps were turned on adding a soft glow to the street, and people started leaving their homes dressed as spooky ghouls. Taeyong couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face as he observed the creative costumes his members wore, or the fact that Mark and Johnny were having a mock mexican standoff in the middle of the road as they were dressed like cowboys. 

“Aren’t you dressing up?” Doyoung asked, seeing that Taeyong hadn’t changed. 

“Oh, right,” Taeyong dug through his bag before pulling out the crooked, velvet hat he's held onto for so long. “How does it look?”

Doyoung raised a brow at the hat that fit solidly atop the silver haired boy, “Uh… it looks fine?”

A content smile touched Taeyong’s face as he looked back to the center of town. Maybe, just maybe he could have a small trip back down memory lane while he was here. Even though the lantern was now lit, there didn’t seem to be any change in the amount of people that roamed the streets. Did he get his hopes up? Was it actually all in his head? He didn’t get a lot of time to overthink it, because pretty soon he was being dragged to some of the vendor stalls to observe some of the foods and halloween get-ups for sale.

It was only when he was being dragged past a mask stall that he stopped midstep. Sitting on the table top was an oddly familiar cat with striking green eyes. What was even stranger was that the cat seemed to be watching Taeyong. 

His eyes followed the tilt of the cat’s head that seemed to point to the female standing next to it. The person standing at the stall shifted ever so slightly so that their boot was no longer covered by the long skirt. Purple. 

A nudge brought him out of his thoughts briefly to see who got his attention. “You’re staring, or you really want a mask since you don’t have much of a costume,” Haechan muttered while leaning into him.  

“Mask. I was looking at the masks,” Taeyong covered up, slipping his eyes to look at a random mask and not at someone’s back.

“Well, let’s go get one,” Haechan said, as he began pushing him in that direction.

Taeyong stood rigid before quickly picking up a random mask, not even paying any attention to what it was. Feeling a pair of eyes on him he brought up the mask to cover his face before glancing at the person standing to his left. He noticed the look of recognition pass across a face oh so familiar, but it was the words that were spoken that confirmed his suspicions. 

“So, does the cute werewolf have a name?”

Slowly, Taeyong pulled the mask away from his face. “How’d you know?”

All you did is point at his head while smiling. “Even if I didn’t see my hat, your eyes are very recognizable Taeyong.”

Taeyong’s face scrunched up slightly as he took in your features. You didn’t seem to age since the last time you saw him, and that was roughly fifteen years ago. As if sensing what he was going to ask, you answered him with a wave of your hand, “Things work a little bit differently in Halloween Town than they do here, magic and all.”

A series of coughs brought the both of you out of your small bubble. Turning around you were met with nine other boys who seemed puzzled by your interaction. “Hey Taeyong, who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is YN. They're an old childhood friend,” he told them, gesturing to you and then introducing his members. You gave them a small wave with your fingertips and a smile. 

Taeyong noticed the small flicker of mischief in your eyes as you turned to his group members, “Would you guys like to see something… magical?” 

They agreed wholeheartedly, because it’s Halloween, how magical could it possibly be? Well to put it lightly they were not expecting platform 9 ¾ nonsense when you took Taeyong’s hand and disappeared through the giant jack-o-lantern. 

“Did they just?”

“Yeah…”

“And we’re gonna?”

“I think so.” 

They all stood gobsmacked staring at the jack-o-lantern because it just ate their leader. That was until you and Taeyoung reappeared and grabbed ahold of their hands starting a chain reaction of pulling them through to your world. 

When everyone was finally settled and not panicking you pulled the wand out of your boot and gave it a small swish letting small sparks fly from the top, “Welcome to my home, Halloween Town!” Although you did cringe slightly afterward for sounding like some awkward tour guide. 

Letting the group pull farther ahead you turned to Taeyong, “I told you I would see you again when the pumpkin was lit.”

Taeyong couldn’t help, but pull the brim of your witch hat that he was wearing down over his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.”

Tugging his hand you pointed in the direction of his friends who managed to get a block away, “C’mon we have years to make up for!”

“I’m right behind you!” Taeyong chuckled, as you dragged him to the rowdy boys. 

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No this most certainly wasn’t a dream he conjured up when he was ten, because even after years things looked just the way he remembered it when he stumbled upon it on all hallows eve.

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31 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

[pastelbatfandoms]

The Alpha

A/N: Hey look another Teen Wolf chapter! I knew readers where getting anxious for another part,so here ya go! takes inspiration from Season 1 but is more of an Alt Timeline. 

Collage and first gif made by me!

Part 2-You left an Imprint

Marianna arrived at Derek’s loft,nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain,as she slid open The large door,not bothering to knock since well for one Derek had said it was important and two WereWolf Hearing. Derek would have already heard her come up. It wasn’t nerves over seeing Derek,alone,yeah he was attractive but she wasn’t really in the mindset to be looking for a partner right now. 

Marianna opened the door slowly as she called out, “Derek are you here?” She wasn’t expecting to see a tall,broad shouldered stranger standing there blocking her way. {Oh Hello Handsome.} 

Marianna didn’t realize she had been standing there,staring at him,all while biting her lip,until she heard a male voice behind the stranger clear his throat. “Marianna,I see you’ve met Peter already.” Derek walked up to where the man known as Peter was standing there with a smirk on his face.  

Derek gave them both a look as he said, “Not exactly how I thought this was going to go.”  The Alpha Wolf shook his head then and gestured for Marianna to come in. 

Marianna walked in,brushing past Peter as she did so causing Peter to give an almost animalistic growl,which inexplicably made Marianna shiver but not in a bad way. {What is wrong with me?} Marianna thought to herself,then choosing to ignore the feeling, walked over to where Derek was standing by a large wooden table. “ What did you want to see me about Derek?” 

Derek looked up his eyebrows raised,but there was apprehension in his eyes and a hesitation to his voice. “Well Marianna um...” 

Peter finally spoke up,appearing annoyed with Derek taking so long. “Oh C’mon Derek,just tell her. She’d find out soon enough anyway.” 

“Find out what? Who’s dead?!” Marianna asked in alarm.

“No one!” Derek reassured her quickly. 

“Yet...” Peter murmured under his breath. 

Derek,who had heard him,shot Peter a look. “That’s not why I called you.”

“Then why?” Marianna frowned,then a thought came to her. “Derek you don’t like me do you? Cause I’m not-”

Derek jumped in before she could say more,all while Peter was trying not to laugh. “ No,that’s not it either. Mari...this is My uncle.” 

Marianna looked at the men before her in surprise,comparing them,sure they looked somewhat alike and Peter could pass as Derek’s older Brother but Uncle?!  

It was then that Peter walked up to her and extended his hand out, “I’m Peter Hale.” 

Marianna took it as Peter’s magnetic blue eyes gazed into her own and he softly kissed her hand. Marianna felt that inexplicable pull again,as he held her gaze then his eyes flashed an even brighter shade of blue. 

“Peter...” Derek warned his uncle. 

Marianna snatched her hand back then. “You’re a WereWolf?!” She cried out then composed herself. “I mean of course you are being Derek’s uncle.” 

“Not just any WereWolf,an Omega.” Peter informed her. 

Marianna looked at Peter again,frowning as he eyed her back seeming to size her up. “Why are you staring at me like you know me or something?” 

“Because we do know each other.” Peter told her with a grin.

Derek sighed. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.Mari,didn’t you know a Peter Hale,awhile back?” 

“ I mean yeah back in school,last year. We dated But then he suddenly disappeared without a word,I just figured he transferred Schools...” Marianna trailed off as she looked at both Derek and Peter,Derek had a knowing look on his face as he looked between Marianna and Peter,who had a slightly guilty look on his.

Marianna’s gaze zeroed in on Peter,and her eyes widened in realization. “No way...but he was my age! How is that possible?” 

“He may not have been exactly Corporeal when you two met.” Derek told her. 

“Like as in a Ghost?!” Marianna exclaimed in disbelief,her eyes wide she looked away trying to make sense of it. “Great I literally got ghosted.”

“In a way,it’s complicated.” Peter answered her. 

Marianna turned to face him again,her eyes narrowing as she studied him,trying to see the boy she had started to fall for,versus the man standing in front of her. Peter’s hair was the same dark brown almost black but now it was longer,just past his ears,curling slightly at the ends,the outfit was different of course,but he did still like his leather jackets,Marianna noticed his long leather trench. But that Jaw,those magnetic eyes and playful dark smirk....

“It is you...” Marianna whispers,raising her hand up,Peter thinks she is going to touch him,instead he feels a stinging slap across his face. 

It’s Derek’s turn to try and not laugh. “Ouch.” 

“You were in my head! you made me,and My friends,think we were crazy,especially me. Then you just left out of nowhere.” Marianna yelled the shock fading away into anger.

“I guess it’s not that complicated.” Peter sighed,rubbing his jaw. 

“Wait how did My friends see you?” Marianna asked curious.

“They saw what I wanted them to see.” Peter told her. 

“I know how your here.” Marianna realized,without Peter having to say anything. “Those dreams,they weren’t actually dreams where they?”

“No.” Peter admitted,ruefully. 

Marianna glared at him. “I thought I was hallucinating. So then I actually did drag Derek to your old house,unconcious,to your corpse so to speak,so you could feed on him and come back to life as an adult...” 

“In my real form,Yes.” Peter answered. Even though she didn’t really need one. 

Marianna looked at him incredulously. “How?” 

“I’d actually like to here this as well.” Derek chimed in,arms crossed,waiting.

Peter shot Derek a glare,before turning back to Marianna. “A special powder,I blew into your face,at the school. remember? It made you susceptible to suggestion. So I just told you where to go and how to find Derek.” 

“When I thought I was hallucinating..” Marianna shook her head with a scoff. “Unbelievable...so you were just using me,of course,why wouldn’t I fall in love with someone who wasn’t even really there!” Marianna shouted to herself,raising her arms in exasperation. 

Peter starts to go towards her but she stops him. “No I don’t want an apology or whatever,I think I’ve heard enough.” Marianna tells him,then looking over at Derek says, “I’m sorry Derek,about what I did,or rather HE made me do. But I think I have to go now. “ 

Before either Derek or Peter could stop her,Marianna stalks out the door,while Peter calls after her. “Mari,don’t-just hear me out, Marianna!!” Peter shouts her name,she hears him but is too far gone to care or turn back. 

Peter’s POV

Derek watches Peter Pace the loft,noting his uncle looks anxious but upset. “Peter you should let her cool off,she’ll come around eventually.”

Peter stops pacing and looks at his Nephew. “and if she doesn’t?” 

Derek gives Peter a pointed look. “Then you let her go.” 

“I can’t do that.” Peter gives Derek a long look,his wolf feeling like he’s going to jump out of his body. “I need a distraction.” Peter looks away from Derek’s questioning gaze.

“Where are you going?”

Peter heads out,  “I have some unfinished business to take care of.” answering Derek he walks away letting out a growl as his eyes glow.

Peter walks the darkened Forest,when he’s sure he’s alone,The Wolf comes out,Bones break and muscles extend as The Black Monster like Wolf emerges,Peter barely registered the pain anymore as he howls.  Making his way to where the smell of bodies were,lively and vital. Time for the hunt. As for The Argents,well much like these unsuspecting youth,they’d never see him coming. 

Marianna woke up in a cold sweat. She could still hear what sounded like Wolf Howls in her ears,and a predatory creature,large and black with glowing eyes,sharp teeth and claws,advancing towards her in the darkness. Almost like a.... “WereWolf.” Marianna whispered,raising up out of bed with a start,as her eyes widened in realization. “Peter...”

As if he had heard her,and maybe he had. A figure emerges from the shadows of Marianna’s dark room and Peter appears,a wolfish grin on his handsome features. “You called?” 

Marianna looks up startled but surprisingly not afraid. “I didn’t. Why are you here?”

 Peter studies her closely,coming to a realization. “You know your not dreaming.” He states as he walks towards the bed.

Marianna shakes her head. “I’ve had lucid dreams before,this is not one of them.”  Marianna grips the blanket tighter around her. “I’ll ask again. Peter why are you here?”

Peter glances down at her,kneeling by the bed. “You were dreaming about me,my true form,I could sense it.” 

Marianna frowns up at him,confused. “How?” From what she knew about WereWolves,which was quite a bit given her own Brother was one,she had never known them to have powers over dreams. The awaken consciousness was another matter. 

“I told you,we are connected.” Peter whispers,Marianna closes her eyes in apprehension as Peter reaches out to stroke her cheek.  “But I never told you how much...You see My little Witch,we’re...”

Before Marianna could get her full answer,the bedroom door swings open and Melissa MCcall,Scott’s Mother and Marianna’s adoptive Mother,rushes in.  “Mari? are you alright? I though I heard voices.” Melissa asks in concern. 

Marianna looks around to see if Peter was there,but he was nowhere in sight. She then smiles up at Melissa. “It was nothing Mom,I just had a bad dream,must have been talking in my sleep,I’m fine.” 

Melissa looks at her relieved. “Ok well try to have better dreams this time,I have to go into work.” Their Mother worked night shifts as a Nurse. “ But Scott is still down the hall,asleep,if you need him.” With a warm smile at her Daughter,they blew each other a kiss goodnight,as Melissa walked out,shutting the door behind her. 

Marianna settled back down in bed,glad that Peter was gone for now,but wondering what he had meant by them still being connected,to say that she had a restless nights sleep would be an understatement. 

Even back at school her friends noticed,namely Alison and Lydia. “What is going on with you?” Alison asked Marianna as the three girls walked down the hall of Beacon Hills High together. 

“What?” Marianna asked back,trying to tune into what her friends were talking about. 

Lydia gave her a look. “You know what. You’ve been totally zoned out all day.” 

“it’s nothing. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” Marianna replied,trying to sound convincing. 

Alison,who didn’t seemed convinced,looked at her in concern. Until they heard Lydia give out a shriek and almost throw her phone. 

“What? What happened?” Alison asked her attention on Lydia for now.

“Jackson.” Lydia replied in a clipped tone. “He can’t take me to the formal. Said he had more important things to do.” 

Marianna rolled her eyes,as Alison tried to comfort Lydia,saying she deserved better,which was true,Jackson had always been a jerk but now he was just becoming an Ass,always blowing off Lydia for some unknown reason or another,now this. 

Attempting to tune them out,Marianna looked out at the throng of students walking this way and that,rushing to class or their lockers,it was then that Marianna noticed a tall male figure talking to a teacher in the sea of students.  

Marianna frowned not sure who it was,or why she cared so much,until she stepped closer,then her eyes went wide. “Peter...” Marianna’s voice took on a hushed tone as she stared at him. Then in a split second he is gone,leaving Marianna to wonder if he had ever really been there at all. 

A/N: I sense that Peter is not going take no for answer nor does he take rejection well....and yes this is still the Psychotic Peter,for now. 

Tagging: @ gumbieghoul

[bewaretheundead91]

Devenford Prep Part 35

A/N: Back by somewhat popular demand I give you an update for my Brett Talbot Devenford Prep series. I will say that depending on the amount of people who read this will potentially determine if I update again. Like I have said before I’m trying to close this fic up. Is this a perfect update? By all means no! Are there errors? Probably a lot of them. Are the tenses everywhere...you betcha. Was it fun to dive back into this world? Hell yeah! Please send me messages about what you think!

Parts 1-34

Face claims for characters other than Y/N

“A dead pool?” Erika practically shouts as she sits down at her desk. “Like an actual list someone threw together and is willing to give money to assassins to kill you and other freaky people?” 

“Freaky people?” You scratch your head.

“And you’re worth how much?” She bolts her head up making her curls shake. Her eyes go wide.

“I already told you, $900,000,” You whisper through your teeth and close your eyes. “This really was a bad time to tell you, we’re about to take a test and all you’ll be thinking about is what I’ve been thinking about since last night.”

“I’m sure you were thinking about something else last night.”

��Excuse me?” You glare at her.

“But now I have to worry about you and Liam being potentially killed!” She raises her voice.

“What was that Erika?” The teacher asks walking to the front of the classroom with a stack of freshly printed tests. You could still smell the ink and heat of the paper.

“Nothing, it’s apart of this thing,” She starts to improv. “This thing…”

“This thing?” The teacher asks. “Does it have anything relevance to the test the class is about to take?”

“Halloween!” You shout. “It’s about Halloween, this thing…sorry for talking so loudly.”

“Y/N,” The teacher starts. “These conversations are for before or after class.”

“You’re completely right.” You nod.

The teacher passes the tests out and you stare blankly at the first page. Your eyes skim over the questions and start filling in answers as best as possible. You glance over at your finger tips every few seconds feeling the anxiety at the base of your wrist waiting to spring out your claws.

This made you curious about how Brett of all people had the time to study during the life he was living. Brett was able to maintain his muscly physique, be the captain of the lacrosse team, make out with Samatha, while flirting with all the girl in school and also had the time to pester you. Most of all he was a werewolf with werewolf parents and pack meetings. And now there was you. Had his grades fallen because of you?

We’ve got this, you hear Brett’s voice in your head, You’ll always have me. A smile spreads across your lips and you catch Erika shaking her head at you in your peripherals.

After class you rush out into the hallway. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Erika shouts shoving through people in the hallway. “You’re going to admit this and you’re going to admit this now. I need to know everything.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You says turning around. Erika stops beside you and breaths in deeply.

“I’m your best friend, I’m supposed to be the first person to know,” She says. “Who knows who you like and I’m not stupid Y/N, and me and Liam need a double date to this damn dance.”

“What?” You shout. 

“I saw you in class, you were thinking about him,” Erika says and winks. “That smile in class wasn't just a I’m happy smile, it was a I’m in love smile. It was an I’m in love with…smile.”

“I was just smiling,” You says griping the strap of your backpack. “I’m really sure Liam would love to double date with us…with Brett and who ever he takes.”

“You, he’s taking you,” Erika says. “Like who the hell else would he take Samantha is with his cousin now right?”

“That’s not Brett’s cousin,” You inform and chuckle. “Killian, the dark hair guy is in Brett’s pack.”

“Oh I should have connected the dots.”

“Who are you in love with Y/N?” Brett walks past a few peers with a furrowed brows.

“Both of you guys frustrate me,” Erika turns to Brett. “Brett it’s more than when you used to annoy the hell out of her and I would have to listen to her complain about it.”

Brett cranks his head back in confusion.

“I didn’t even realize how much you actually talk until last week,” Brett blurts out. “Erika you talk a lot and you’re really loud. And confusing.”

“Brett!” You turn your head and flash your wolf eyes at him. He rolls his eyes.

“You did not just…” He flashes his eyes at you and playfully shoves you.

“I saw that!” Erika shouts.

“You’ve got be quiet.” Brett says dropping his happy expression. He pinches the bride of his nose.

“And you’ve got to be a bit nicer,” You start to walk away from Brett and Erika. Erika trails behind you and makes it to your side. “Come on defend yourself against tall stuff over there because if you’re so keen with whatever you want us to do or become, you’re going to have to get used to that over there.”

“I’m used to him.”

“You’re used to one side of him, Talbot is a very confusing guy.”

“Get used to what?” Brett asks draping an arm across your shoulders. “Also I’m right here, not over there.”

“Yes you are.” You say taking in a deep breath, taking in the scent of his skin. He wasn’t wearing any cologne only a lightly scented deodorant. You take a quick glance as his neck with an urge to press your lips and nose against the delicate skin. Brett meets your eyes as you were turning your head back to the hallway.  

“900,000 huh? Over heard some people talking about a strange conversation you had in class today Y/N,” Brett pauses and shoots a glare at your best friend. “And Erika!”

“Oh yeah,” Erika perks up. “That’s a lot. I’m sorry.”

“Can we not discuss dead pool information at school?” Brett asks. “Who knows who the hell is working for this benefactor guy. I mean a kid from the beacon hills lacrosse team tried to kill you and Liam. His girlfriend also got me good and damn you almost died.”

“Brett!” You elbow him in the side he jumps slightly. “I haven’t even talked to Erika about that yet!”

“Wait you and Liam almost died?” Erika asks stoping her slow pace walk. You can see her face searching for an emotion to portray. Her backpack falls to the floor with her heavy text books producing a loud thud. “When?”

“Several times.” Brett says, like it was casual.

“No wonder you were being so weird around me,” Erika places her hand over her mouth. “And I was such a..”

“I haven’t even told her the amount of time Brett! I don’t want her to freak out.”

“Well babe, it’s time to rip that bandaid off if she’s going to be stuck in this mess with us. And with Liam.”

“Well babe,” You say sliding out from beneath his shoulder. “We aren’t supposed to be discussing these things on campus aren’t we.”

“Aww you called him babe.” Erika says retrieving her smile.

“I’m leaving you both and Brett you can drive yourself to Scott’s tonight after the game! I need some space from you.”

“Hey now!” He shouts down the hallway. “You’ll wear my jersey wont you?”

“What?” You shout with confusion and look at Erika. She was raising her brows up and down over and over again. 

“It’s the last game before the dance,” Brett pulls something out of his backpack and chucks it across the hall. You instantly catch it and hold it up. It was a dark green jersey with Brett’s Lacrosse number on the back of it. You could smell him on it which made your stomach flip. You wanted to press the fabric to your nose and even rub it all over your skin, but of course didn’t. What was about his scent that brought you comfort and made you so nervous at the same time? “You’ll wear it right?”

“Do I have a choice Talbot?” 

“No,” He shouts laughing. Everyone in the hallway was staring. “No choice at all.”

Brett turns around and walks off. Erika snatches the jersey from your hands.

“You know what this means right?” Erika asks examining the fabric.

“It means two friends are going to a lacrosse game tonight?”

“It means two friends are going to a lacrosse game and one of those friends will be cheering on her boyfriend wearing his jersey. It’s like one of those teen movies you always watch.”

“Erika I’m completely confused about how you are supporting something like Brett and I dating.” You grab the jersey back before she held it for too long. You didn’t want her scent on it.

“So you are you two?” She asks.

“No, you would already know. Werewolves don’t date.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Well they aren’t right now. Since someone wants them all dead.”

“That’s not even funny!”

After school you walk upstairs and plop yourself onto your bed. Erika was sensing that you and Brett were something more than just strangers turned friends. But was it true? Did Brett think that way? You could smell the jersey Brett had given to you through the nasty sweaty clothes in your gym bag. You had tossed the jersey into the gym bag in hopes that it wouldn’t distract you for the remainder of the school day. Was your scent affecting Brett like his was affecting you?

You hop off of your bed and pull out the green top. You quickly glance at your bedroom door to make sure it was closed, it was. The fabric was pressed to your nose instantly and you fall down on your bed with a small bounce. You close your eyes and the familiar feeling that you woke up with that night you and Brett had found each other in the woods slithered across your stomach and over your core. You scrunch your body around the jersey and feel your body start to sweat and overheat. 

“Maybe what I am feeling is more than I thought,” You say and stand up. You toss the shirt to your bed. “He wouldn’t ask me to wear his jersey just because we are friends right?”

Your phone buzzes and you pull it out of your bag. My parents will be at the game tonight along with my sister, Brett had text, they are excited to see you. You feel your body shiver and now your eyes were wolfing out. See them there, you respond then toss the phone next to the jersey.

“A cold shower it is,” You walk into your bathroom and turn the water on and step in with your clothes on. You let the cold water run over your hair and down your blazer. The clothes suction to your body. “What the hell?”

You and Erika arrive at the game and approach the bleachers. You could smell the Talbots in the crowd and it made your blood boil and nervous. Erika was looking at her phone texting Liam that she would see him after the game. You stretch your neck out looking for Brett in the crowd on the field and didn’t see him anywhere. You take a deep breath in taking his scent that lingered on the jersey in with it.

“This is such a bad idea,” You say after she presses send. “We shouldn’t even be out here, we should all be inside hiding or making sure we aren’t seen until we find a way to…kill those things.”

“There is no way anything will happen tonight in front of everyone. In fact this is probably the safest place to be,” Erika says and picks the green material of Brett’s Jersey you had layered over a long sleeve black shirt. “You look hot in his jersey. I mean no one at Devenford prep will ever mess with you ever again. He’s claimed you.”

“Ew, if you only knew how even more messed up that sounds with us being werewolves. This isn't some YA novel with a focus of werewolf mates. It doesn’t even work like that. I think.”

“I wasn’t even trying to go there,” Erika makes a disgusted face. “I was just saying that since he likes you no one will be able to make fun of you without answering to Brett.”

“No one will make fun of me without answering to this.” You fling out your claws.

“My boy better be keeping an eye on you.” A man say behind you and Erika interrupting your conversation.

“Mr. Talbot,” You say making an embarrassed expression as you turn around to meet the very tall parents of Brett Talbot. “Mrs. Talbot and Lori. Always nice to see you all again.”

“I hope you’ve been doing a bit better, Y/N,” Mrs. Talbot says with a warm smile. “You’ll have to come by for dinner again. Brett keeps us very informed about everything.”

“And this must be Erika?” Lori asks. “My brother told me all about how you freaked out the other night and how you’re dating one of us.”

“It was very much warranted,” Erika says. “Trust me. I’m not even ashamed about it. In fact I’m sort freaked out that well Brett and Y/N and you guys…”

“When Erika gets nervous,” You begin to say. “She-”

“She talks a lot,” Brett pops out in front of bleachers in only his lower half of his lacrosse uniform. You swallow hard and mouth goes dry after giving him a glance up and down. “Isn’t that right Erika? It’s only fitting that I tell my parents about it.”

“I guess?” Erika asks. “I’m still taking it all in.”

“My son better be keeping an eye on you too, Erika,” Brett’s dad says. You watch as he looks over toward your friend. “I told him anyone that is important to you, Y/N, should be looked after.”

“I…ugh…” Erika was speechless. 

“Brett’s jersey sure looks better on you than on him,” Lorie says lifting her brows. “He also smells so strange right now. Go put a shirt on it’s gross!”

“I have to agree,” Brett says. He approaches you and pulls at the fabric. “Really it does and I like it when you smell like me.”

“Brett!” Mrs. Talbot practically scolds. “Son, don’t.”

“That’s gross.” Lori says again.

“Oh come on Lorie!” Brett shouts. “One day you’ll understand.”

“Well I think Erika and I are going to go find a seat. Good luck with the game Brett,” You awkwardly and playfully punch the tall boy’s bare arm. “I’m sure you’re going to crush it. Mr. and Mrs. Talbot nice talking to you guys and again I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

You push Erika forward toward a section of bleachers that were far away from the Talbots. She looks back at you and you gently pushed her towards a spot. 

“Shouldn’t we sit with the Talbots?” Erika asks. 

“No I can’t I’m honestly losing it in this jersey right now,” You say grabbing a fist full of shirt. “I would be so uncomfortable.”

“What do you mean? It can’t be uncomfortable, it’s a loose fit on you.”

“His scent is driving me crazy,” You finally admit to Erika. “It’s like he’s slept in this shirt everyday for a week or a month. It’s so strong. And I’m burning up. I want to rip it off.”

“He did say he likes you smelling like him,” Erika leans in and takes a sniff. “It’s just weird because I can’t smell anything, but the perfume you��re wearing.”

“I had to take a 30 minute cold shower before I picked you up this afternoon. I practically bathed in perfume hoping it would distract me. Today I shoved it into my gym bag hoping my sweaty clothes would cover it up.”

“You did seem a little on edge today, but I thought it was because of the dead pool.”

“The dead pool isn’t helping. And all I want is to…” Brett meets your eyes across the field. “I just want press my face up against his neck and wrap my arms and legs around him. It’s like I practically want to eat him right now.”

“Whoah, um that’s a lot and very out of character for you,” Erika says cranking her head back. “I didn’t even know you were capable of feelings like that.”

“I’m a teenager!”

“Liam constantly wants to curl up with me and just lay there. He always wants to fall asleep on top of me..”

Brett’s eyes flash bright yellow.

“Oh god he heard me say that and I’m sure his parent’s did too,” You bring your knees up on the seat and you wrap your arms around her legs. “I should just go home. I need a distraction. This night can’t get any worse. The last person in this world who would ever want me is Brett and the last person I should want is Brett.”

“Wolf things,” Erika says grabbing your shoulders. “It’s just a wolf thing. It has to be. It’s making you feel these things.”

“I mean it could be, it’s never been this bad,” You turn your body towards Erika. “I’m finally admitting to you and only you Erika.”

“What exactly are you admitting?”

“I don’t know, but I think what I feel for Brett is more than just friends.”

Before the game starts Brett jogs over towards a bench and pulls on his lacrosse pads and Jersey. He walks over toward the bleachers where you were sitting and ascends up the steps.

“I’m happy you’re wearing my jersey,” He says with a warm smile. “I’m glad about what we have. Regardless of what we want to call it. We don’t have to question what it is.”

Brett approaches you and you start to feel dizzy. He tilts his head and extends a hand to a section of hair that had fallen over your eyes. Gently he places it behind your ear. He really shouldn’t have done that.

“Do you recall when you told me I might be bad luck for your games?” You ask as you stand. “I hope that me wearing your jersey doesn’t give you bad luck tonight.”

“I just said that to you to get you all riled up. You’ll never be bad luck for me,” He says with a wink. “But I need you cheer me on as loudly as you can, scream my name for me babe.”

“Don’t call me babe!” You snapped. “I’ve told you that.”

Brett winks at you and jogs down the steps towards the field.

“I’m going to pass out.” You say. Your legs go weak and you fall back down to your seat.

“Scream his name for him?” Erika says fanning her face with her hand. “This is getting out of hand.”

“The game needs to start and I need to go for a run.”

[rhosyn-du]

Title: A Wonderful Institution Artist: @bidnezz​ Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, various background pairings Word Count: ~53k Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, discrimination against Downworlders, reference to rape, Clave-typical homophobia, implied character death, minor character death Summary: Magnus doesn’t have time for this bullshit. Warlocks are disappearing in New York City—five people in less than three months—and Magnus is determined to find them and protect the rest of his people from whatever took them. He doesn’t have time for politics, and he certainly doesn’t have time for whatever nonsense the Clave is proposing about marrying a Shadowhunter to a Downworlder as part of the new Accords. He doesn’t really have time for a pretty Shadowhunter who’s surprisingly kind to warlock children, either, but, well, he’s always been good at multitasking.

Alec always knew he couldn’t have what he wanted, but he’s spent the nearly four years since the newly-appointed Consul recalled his parents to Idris without explanation making the best of what he can have. When life suddenly offers up almost everything Alec actually wants on a silver platter, he can’t quite bring himself to trust it, especially when it comes with a million caveats and a side of impending disaster. But he knows how to handle disasters, even if the return of the Circle on top of Clave secrets that could destroy the Accords is way beyond the disasters he’s used to fielding. Hope, on the other hand? He doesn’t know what to do with that.

This fic was created for the @malecdiscordserver​​ Mini Bang 2020.

Chapter Three

Alec told himself he was just doing his due diligence when he spent what little free time he had in the week following his second meeting with Magnus Bane investigating the recent warlock disappearances. Demons were involved, which made it Shadowhunter business, he reasoned, and it was happening in New York, which made it his Institute’s business. Plus, it was an excellent distraction from his mother’s presence and the impending negotiations with the Downworld, with everything that implied.

It had nothing at all to do with helping Magnus, or worrying that Magnus might be making himself a target, or how very badly he wished he could have accepted Magnus’s offer to join him for drinks.

It couldn’t have anything to do with Magnus. He barely knew Magnus. Magnus, who was centuries old and quite possibly one of the most powerful living warlocks in the world and easily the most beautiful man Alec had met in his entire life. Magnus, who made his stomach churn in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Magnus, who had probably only invited him for drinks because it made sense for the High Warlock of Brooklyn to get to know the Acting Head of the New York Institute, anyway.

Magnus, who looked at Alec like he could actually see him—and liked what he saw.

Alec got the names of the other missing warlocks from Catarina. He’d visited with Madzie three more times, all at Catarina’s request, and he and Catarina had formed a tentative sort of bond over their shared concern for the girl. Catarina didn’t mention Magnus, and Alec didn’t ask, and he ignored the small comfort he felt over the probability that if anything had happened to Magnus, Catarina would have mentioned it.

He didn’t mention the missing warlocks to his mother, or anyone else. Yes, she was Head of the Institute, and since she was actually in the Institute for once, she was also in charge of all ongoing missions and investigations. But she was busy preparing to receive dignitaries from the Clave and envoys from the Downworld, and Alec justified keeping it from her on those grounds. He had Jace and Izzy to help with investigation, and that was more than enough.

And Izzy helping with the investigation kept her from pestering Alec about his impending wedding. Mostly, anyway. He only wished it did half as good a job distracting him.

“According to her upstairs neighbor, Evangeline Grim is polite, fond of cats, and makes a great lavender shortbread,” Jace reported.

“Perfect,” Alec said. “Maybe whoever is kidnapping warlocks is hoping to start a magical bakery.”

“The couple who live next door thought she might have been keeping a cat in the apartment even though it's supposedly a pet-free building,” Izzy offered.

“Okay, we'll just forget about Evangeline Grim for now,” Alec decided. “Anything new on any of the other victims?”

“I confirmed that Bastian Pyre did several jobs for the seelies,” Izzy said, “but I don’t know if that’s helpful. A lot of warlocks do work for seelies.”

Alec felt a headache building behind his eyes. They'd been at this for a week, and they'd found nothing that gave any clue to where the missing warlocks might have gone. He was starting to understand why Magnus was so frustrated by the disappearances.

“Maybe we should call it a day,” Jace suggested. “Do some training, grab some dinner, maybe get a little downtime before tomorrow.”

Tomorrow, when the negotiations to finalize the revised Accords would begin. Tomorrow, when Alec would find out the name of the complete stranger he'd agreed to marry. Alec wasn't ready to think about tomorrow.

“I just,” Alec said, staring down at his assorted notes. “I just need a little more time.” He ignored the look that Jace and Izzy shared. “There's gotta be something in the information we've gathered.”

“Maybe,” Izzy said slowly, “you could try calling Magnus.”

Alec's eyes snapped up to look at his sister. “Why would I call Magnus?” He could hear the defensiveness in his own voice, and he hated it.

“Because he's investigating the same disappearances we are,” Izzy said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, Alec realized, it kind of was. “And he's been doing it longer. It makes sense to share information.”

Dammit, it did make sense. And there was a part of Alec that was desperate for an excuse to see Magnus again. But there was an even bigger part, the one in charge of important things like self-preservation, that knew it was a bad idea. He'd met Magnus Bane twice and had barely convinced himself to walk away the last time. Who knew what he'd do if he let himself see Magnus again?

“I'm sure Magnus has more important things to do than talk to me about the lack of information we’ve found,” Alec said in a tone that made it clear the matter wasn't up for discussion. “You two go ahead and take that break. I'll catch up with you at dinner.”

The look Izzy gave him as she left said he was being an idiot, but Alec ignored it. He was in no mood for his sister's well-meaning critiques of his life.

Jace paused on his way out. “Hey,” he said, laying a hand on Alec’s shoulder. “Whatever you need to do, I’ve got your back. You know that, right?”

“I do.” It should have been comforting that at least his parabatai trusted him to make his own choices when the rest of his family didn’t. A week ago, it would have been. A week ago, Alec trusted himself. “Thank you,” he said anyway.

“Any time,” Jace said. “But if you work through dinner, I’ll let Izzy come find you.”

Alec rolled his eyes. “What happened to having my back?”

“That is having your back,” Jace told him.

With a heavy sigh, Alec turned back to the notes spread out in front of him. Come hell or high water, he was going to make sense out of this mess.

Magnus portalled himself and the three other Downworld representatives to the Institute for the negotiations, as they had decided it made sense to present a unified front to the Clave. This supposed unified front was of course somewhat undercut by the fact that the Downworld factions had sent representatives of wildly varying rank.

The Spiral Council had managed to convince Magnus that he should act as the warlock representative on the grounds that these final negotiations were being held in New York, and he couldn’t deny that it made sense for the High Warlock of Brooklyn to attend. The New York werewolf pack had sent their Second, a woman named Gretel who Magnus had only met in passing, and the vampires had sent Raphael, who held a similar position in the New York vampire clan.

The Seelie Queen herself represented the seelies in the negotiations, and while it made a sort of sense as it was a seelie who had finally been chosen to be married off to whichever Shadowhunter the Clave put forward (something about the woman having half-nephilim cousins she was fond of making her a good choice), her presence made Magnus uneasy.

Magnus thought perhaps the glass of whiskey he brought with him—his third for the evening, or was it fourth?—might also ruin the unified front a bit, but he'd promised the Spiral Council he would treat these proceedings with the respect and decorum they deserved, and they did not come close to deserving him sober.

The Clave representatives did not meet them at the entrance to the Institute. Magnus couldn’t help keeping an eye out—subtly, of course—for Alec as the two Shadowhunters who met the Downworld delegation led them to the room where the negotiations were to take place. He couldn’t help his disappointment when he failed to catch sight of him, either. Seeing Alec, even for a moment, would have vastly improved this trip.

The Clave delegation was already seated around a large cherry wood table when they arrived, looking for all the world like they’d been kept waiting despite the fact that he and the other Downworld representatives had arrived several minutes early. Magnus refrained from rolling his eyes at the obvious power play but did sip his drink with affected disinterest. And then proceeded to nearly choke on his drink when he spotted a familiar figure among the rest of the Clave representatives.

Alec's shoulders were taught with tension, and there was a furrow between his brows that Magnus wanted to reach out and smooth away with his fingertips. Instead, he banished the glass from his hand and straightened from his dismissive slouch. The Clave might not deserve his respect, but he could pretend for Alec.

He even made an effort to smile politely at each representative’s introduction. Even Inquisitor Herondale, who looked at him with the same distaste he imagined she might look at something she found on the bottom of her shoe.

Magnus's smile froze, though—along with every muscle in his body—at Alec's introduction. Because Alec was Alec Lightwood, Acting Head of the New York Institute, and now that he knew, Magnus didn't know how he hadn't seen it before. Standing there next to Maryse and Robert, Alec was so obviously their son.

Except Alec had done things Magnus never would have expected from a Lightwood. He’d protected Madzie. He’d thanked Magnus for healing him. He'd looked at Magnus like he was everything worth looking at. So maybe it wasn't that strange Magnus hadn't realized who his family was.

Their eyes met briefly as Magnus made his own introduction, but Alec kept his face carefully neutral. Magnus hated it, hated whatever had put that rigid tension in Alec's posture, hated the storm of emotion he couldn’t identify hiding in Alec's eyes.

After introductions were done and all representatives had seated themselves around the table, the negotiations began. This last session was really more of a recap of the terms all parties had agreed to in previous sessions than anything else, and Magnus was pleasantly surprised to find that the terms of the revised Accords were mostly minor updates to the current version. Given the Clave's insistence that the revisions happen now instead of at their regularly scheduled time and their demand that a marriage be included, he'd expected a major overhaul, likely with further ridiculous demands from the Clave. That it wasn’t should have eased Magnus's concerns, but it didn't. Instead, it just made him more wary about what the Clave might be up to.

In the end, though, there was nothing he or any of the other Downworld representatives had major objections to. There were a few disagreements over wording, but in the end, they had a document all parties were happy with.

Magnus couldn't help the way his eyes wandered over to Alec during the discussion. Consul Penhallow did most of the talking on the Clave side, so Magnus didn't have the best excuse for watching Alec, but it was like his eyes had a mind of their own, drifting toward Alec any time he wasn’t consciously looking somewhere else, cataloguing every word, every movement, every breath.

It didn’t help, Magnus thought, that Alec avoided meeting his eyes once they were seated. Oh, he wasn’t obvious about it. He simply watched whoever was speaking, and if that person happened to be Magnus, Alec watched his hands, or fixed his gaze at a point over Magnus’s shoulder. Magnus hated it almost as much as the furrow in his brow. The furrow that seemed to deepen with every passing minute.

“Which brings us to the final updated clause,” the Consul was saying, and Magnus once again forced himself to look away from Alec and pay attention to the proceedings.

A decision he immediately regretted as she launched into a short but pointed speech about how the union between Shadowhunter and Downworlder would symbolize the enduring peace between their races. As if there had ever truly been peace between the Clave and the Downworld. As if Shadowhunters didn't assume the worst of Downworlders in any given situation. As if there weren't, even now, Shadowhunters who kept trophies of the Downworlders they killed. As if two of the Shadowhunters sitting at this very table hadn't been party to Valentine Morgenstern’s attempted genocide.

Truly, he pitied the poor seelie woman who'd been conscripted for this so-called symbolic union. No matter how fond of her cousins she might be, it couldn't possibly make it any less loathsome to be married to a—

Magnus's brain came to a screeching halt as several pieces clicked together to form a distressing whole. Married to a Lightwood. Catarina had said the Clave was putting forward one of the Lightwood children. And Alec… Alec, who sat across the table, hands clasped so tightly together that his knuckles shone white. Alec, who protected Madzie from demons without a second thought, who protected Magnus from demons even though Magnus was more than capable of protecting himself. Alec, whose smile made Magnus feel things he hadn't let himself feel in nearly a century. Alec was Maryse and Robert Lightwood’s son.

Magnus wished, suddenly and desperately, that he hadn't banished his drink earlier. He wished he hadn't agreed to come to this meeting at all. He wished with every fiber of his being that he'd put those pieces together wrong.

As usual, Magnus's wishes went unanswered by a cold and callous reality.

“For a century and a half, the Accords have brokered peace between the Clave and the Downworld,” Alec said. He addressed the table, but when he finally—finally—looked at Magnus, their eyes locked, and they were both caught. “But they haven’t done enough. We bind ourselves to their rules, Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike, and it’s enough to prevent all-out war, but only just. There’s still distrust and even hatred between the Clave and the Downworld.”

There was something in Alec’s gaze that Magnus couldn’t quite place—conviction or resignation or both—and he almost seemed to be willing Magnus to understand.

“This union, along with the other revisions to the Accords, gives us the chance to open a bridge of understanding between Shadowhunters and Downworlders,” Alec continued, and there was a flash of regret in his eyes, just like there had been when he turned down Magnus’s invitation for drinks, before he looked away, “and I am honored that the Clave has chosen me to be a part of this union.”

Even though he’d known it was coming, hearing Alec say it aloud was a shock, and Magnus drew in a quick, surprised breath.

“I have to say I’m a bit surprised the Clave conscripted you for this, Alec Lightwood,” the Seelie Queen commented, “given your family history.”

“I volunteered,” Alec told her, frowning.

“Is that a formal objection to the Clave’s choice?” the Consul asked.

“Not at all,” the Queen answered with a small smile. “Simply making an observation.”

“In that case,” the Consul said, “would you like to share who the Downworld has chosen as a representative in this union?”

“Of course,” the Seelie Queen answered.

When Raphael asked him about it later, Magnus would blame the whiskey, but the truth was he couldn’t stop thinking about the regret and resignation in Alexander’s gaze.

“That would be me,” Magnus said.

[theangriestpea]

In the Shadows : One

Summary: Jughead Jones, resident werewolf, just wants to protect his family and his back from the incoming doom of The Red Circle. Sweet Pea and Lily join him to help keep the Southside safe from human tyranny. Meanwhile a demon princess named Myra and succubus named Lavender had a plan to bring on the apocalypse. ({coming soon: Ao3 link & Masterlist))

Rating: Mature 

Pairings: Jughead Jones x OC, Sweet Pea x OC, Kurtz x OC 

Warnings: Blood, light violence, cursing

Word Count: 5k+

A/N: Huge thank you to everyone who has supported me through my recovery and an even bigger thank you to @the-gargoyle-queen​ for letting me use her OCs in this fic (Lily and Myra). She is the most amazing friend I’ve ever had and she is my biggest source of inspo as well as my biggest supporter. Thank you for your gorgeous moodboards (like the one up top) and for being my beta <3

Part One: On the Night of the Moon 

Basil. She needed basil, as fresh as possible. Gods, why did she run out at a time like this? Her flashlight bounced across the ground as she tried to find the green plant she so desperately needed to bring down Sweet Pea’s fever. It had spiked so suddenly and she hadn’t even realized that she was out. He had managed to croak out where to find his recipe for a simple potion to bring it down. It was in his grimoire, towards the back where most of his remedies were.

She had everything but basil and all of the plants in her garden seemed to wither at once the day before. It was a sign. A terrible sign that she didn’t even want to think about decoding. But sooner or later she would have to. Something had arrived here, something rotting and horrible. Something that sucked all the magic out of their garden.

Her nervous eyes looked up at the moon, beautiful and full. Full. That was the issue. No one on the Southside went out on a full moon if they knew what was good for them. Actually, no one went out after dark anymore. Not with what has been going on. Not with the red circle and their guardsmen out with guns full of silver. She looked human at least. She had no reason to fear them, per se. But what they were after? That was something anyone would be afraid of whether they were armed or not.

Something caught her eye, bright green leaves sprouting from the forest floor. The light shook in her hands as she dropped to her knees to collect as many leaves as she could without killing it. Who knows when she’d need more. She took out a leather pouch to put them in. That’s when she heard it.

A low, feral growl sounded in the unusually quiet woods. Wolves weren’t much of a danger for witches, not normally. This wasn’t any regular wolf though. It was the creature that had plagued Riverdale with so much death and destruction the past few weeks. It was the catalyst of the rift between those that were human and those that were not.

Dry leaves crunched loudly under heavy paws. The underbrush swayed, adding to the noise that had the fair haired witch frozen in place. The flashlight in her hand moved as she managed to project the light onto the shaking bushes. She didn’t want to see what it was, not really. However morbid curiosity had her looking anyway. Something about wanting to see death’s face before she met him.

Slowly it broke from the brush. A face that probably should have been white was actually grey with smudges of mud. She’d seen plenty of werewolves before, most of them were harmless if their heads were on straight. This one however even smelled like death as frothy drool dripped from its gaping mouth. Eyes a bright sunshine yellow that seemed to glow in the dim light. It was about three and a half feet tall, which made it about a head taller than any healthy wolf.

It wasn’t at full height though. Shoulders were hunched as it crouched low to the ground so that it could spring at any moment. Their eyes were connected and she could not find even a trace of humanity in them. No, this creature was too far gone. Too far settled into madness. She realized that it probably didn’t even know what it was.

Suddenly it shifted its weight onto its back feet before lunging forward with a powerful leap. She couldn’t even scream as terror strangled her.

It happened so fast.

A black blur tackled down the pale wolf that was now in midair. A dark furry mass growled, staining the already dirty fur with red. It was a hard hit but the newcomer did not have a good grip with his teeth. The smaller wolf was thrown off in less than a minute.

Lily grabbed the pouch full of basil leaves and scrambled backwards out of the way. The two wolves fought vehemently, the dark one letting out sharp yelps of pain more than a few times. The white one was thrown back again finally as howls let out in the distance. It seemed to cock its head at the sound before snarling. Promptly, the large wolf turned and bounded away.

Lily shown her light on her savior. His once fluffy coat was slicked back in places with thick liquid that she knew was blood. He wasn’t putting weight on one foreleg. His eyes were on her, a dark gold color with specs of honey. There was sanity in them, a kind of calmness. A breath escaped her chest, one she had not realized that she had been holding.

The wolf padded towards her with a heavy limp. It looked at her curiously, head cocked as if to ask what she was doing here.

That’s right, the herbs! Lily looked at her pouch and saw she had plenty of basil in it now. She bit her lip, looking towards the werewolf before glancing back towards the cottage where she lived in the woods with Sweet Pea.

“Come with me,” she finally said softly, “I can heal you, just come with me.” She stood up and offered her hand to him as if he would take it. Suddenly she felt foolish, a blush light on her cheeks as she put her hand away. “Please, it’s the least I can do.”

She turned, hoping that he’d follow her back. After taking a few steps she heard him behind her, following without any objection. He found himself wondering who she was or, more specifically, what she was. She didn’t smell totally human. In fact, she smelled like warm sunshine on an early summer morning. It was pleasant if not somewhat intoxicating. Hopefully she’d be aware that he could not change back until the moon set. This is the form she’d have to tend to for now.

The walk back was short, only about fifteen minutes. Every time she heard a leaf crunch or twig snap, Lily stopped and listened. She waited for a sign that the vargulf had come back to finish them both off. The dark wolf behind her hadn’t done much damage to it during the fight. It only left because it heard the rest of his pack coming closer. It was sick, not stupid.

Once outside the stone house she looked back at her pursuer. He blinked up at her with those same beautifully captivating eyes. She felt her breath catch in her chest again before unlocking the door and walking inside. “Sweets?” She called out into the darkness. He groaned a response from the worn couch he was laying on, half-conscious.

“I need your help.” She said as she walked in. The wolf hesitated at the entrance, looking behind him, scanning the edge of the woods for any sign of someone following them. Once he was satisfied with the silence of the trees, he hobbled inside.

The door shut behind him on its own. He noticed that the girl had flicked her wrist towards it slowly. A thought clicked on in his brain as realization hit him. She was a magic user, most likely a witch. Though he had never met a witch that smelled as wonderful as she did.

He heard the creaking of furniture and shuffling of feet. A tall man wrapped in a multitude of blankets appeared looking more pitiful than intimidating. He smelled woody, like the earth after a fresh spring rain. It was pleasant and much more witch like, the wolf mused.

The male witch spotted the wolf and halted, a scowl spreading across his face. “You brought that into the house?!” He snapped at the witch who dwarfed in front of him, “Daisy is right in the other room! Are you crazy?” He stepped between the two that had just entered protectively. He cut off the wolf’s path towards the rest of their home.

“Nathaniel, calm down.” Lily said dryly and he flinched at her using his real name. “He saved my life and he’s hurt. I need your help healing him.”

Sweet Pea huffed indignantly, “you know my magic won’t work while I’m sick.” He replied in a sour tone. “Even if I wasn’t sick, it won’t work on him in that form. Did you get the basil?”

Lily rolled her eyes and shoved him out of the way. She walked up to the werewolf who was now sitting on the wooden floor. Her hand softly pet his head between his ears, a warm smile on her face. “Go back to the couch and I’ll clean him up.”

“Him? What about me?” Sweet Pea asked in an offended tone. Shouldn’t he come first? He was her best friend and the father of her child. Certainly she should be healing him and not this stranger donned in fur.

She sighed in annoyance of his obvious jealousy, “I’ll brew your potion first then, okay?” Her voice was heavy with frustration. The warlock on nodded in response before sulking back to his place on the couch, his body lost under the layers of blankets. 

Lily grabbed his moleskin grimoire. He had wanted a leather one but moleskin was all they could afford. She had been saving up for months to buy him one for his birthday. Unfortunately their daughter, Daisy, became extremely ill and needed to see a doctor in town. It was a sickness beyond anything they could handle with simple potions and magics. Every penny she had pinched was gone. 

These thoughts perturbed her as she went to the bookmarked page. A frown was on her delicate face as she began to brew the easy concoction. Hopefully this would be all he needed. They couldn’t really afford another doctor visit. Not without skipping out on a bill or two. 

She added the basil to the part she had already half brewed. Once she finished the rest of the steps, she poured the contents into a mug with a broken handle. Purple tinted steam rose up out of the dark liquid. A light, herbal scent wafted from it. 

The mystery wolf sat in the entryway still, not daring to overstep his welcome by going somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. He watched the sad look on the witch’s face and wondered what caused such a sullen expression. He was frowning too, though you couldn’t really see it. Emotions didn’t translate too well in this form. 

Once the potion had cooled enough so it wouldn’t burn going down, Lily took the mug to Sweet Pea who was almost asleep on the couch. She peeled back the layers of old quilts and crocheted yarn blankets to see his tired face. “Here, Pea.” She whispered to him as she handed over the mug. 

Sweet Pea sat up enough to swallow the earthy liquid. It tasted like soil and was bitter going down, but almost instantly he felt relief. Chills stopped running up his spine as he lay back down. A small cough sputtered from his throat as he closed his eyes. “Thanks, Lils.” He mumbled groggily, the medicine taking effect. 

She watched him fall into the deepest sleep he’d had in weeks. A smile lit up her face as she tucked him in lovingly. The wolf, watching them intensely, mistook this tenderness as affection. It wasn’t. Not truly. Sure they had tried the whole dating thing, tried to make things work even after Lily mistakenly became pregnant. But in the end they were better as friends than lovers. They were compatible, sure, yet not quite compatible enough to last. 

So while it looked like they were a couple, it really wasn’t something so serious. Lily cared deeply for Sweet Pea and he cared deeply for her. But love? They were never in love. It was just the comfort of not being alone that they loved. After all, they had no one else in their lives. Orphans with only each other. 

But of course, he did not know any of this. He didn’t understand the pang of regret he felt in his heart. Especially since he had his own fair haired woman waiting for him on the Northside. Though admittedly things were not so great between him and Betty at the moment. The more violence that the Northside rallied for, the more uneasy it made him, and the less she understood why he found himself not wanting to ever risk crossing the railroad tracks. The only reason he did these days were to see her. 

Lily set the mug down on the small end table next to the couch and walked over to the werewolf. She kneeled down, still smiling that beautiful smile that had his pain fading away. “I guess you can’t change back yet. I’ll still clean you up though, okay?” 

He cocked his head at her, not wanting to be too vocal and wake up the sleeping members of the household. She pet his fur between his ears again, making his mouth open and tongue lull out. It was perhaps the most non threatening image of any wolf that had ever existed. He looked like an overgrown puppy that just wanted attention. 

Which was somewhat true. He did want attention, but only hers. Quickly he cursed himself for even thinking that way. 

Lily got up and motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen. He trotted, nails clicking against the hardwood floors. The sound caused her smile to grow ever so slightly. 

Once they were in the kitchen she went under the sink to grab a few towels and what appeared to be a modern first aid kit. He felt this to be a little strange for a magic user to have, though he truly didn’t know a whole lot about witchcraft and what could and couldn’t be done. 

Simple cuts and burns, bug bites and bee stings, didn’t really need magic. It could be seen as a waste of energy. There was such a finite amount that using it on any little thing was truly a waste. Lily practiced magic when it was absolutely needed and she strictly only used white magic. 

Sweet Pea wasn’t as reserved as her, using all kinds of magic (though mostly black) to do whatever it was he wanted to do. She tried to stop him, tried to get him to change, for black magic always comes with a price. Eventually you will owe more than you can give. This scared her deeply, not wanting to see him hurt in any way. 

Lily put her hand on his head for a moment and closed her eyes, “What is your name?” She asked him then. It wasn’t out loud, rather a voice inside his head and he knew what she was doing. 

“Jughead Jones.” He thought back to her. She drew her hand away, not wanting to use any more energy than she had to. Her smile faltered a fraction and he knew exactly why. It was his surname. Jones. His father was the alpha of the largest wolf pack in Riverdale. Those woods they had been in was his territory and he made sure all of Southside knew that. 

“Jughead,” She repeated out loud and he found himself adoring the way she spoke his name. “Interesting,” she giggled then before wetting one of the rags. “I’m Lily Owens and that’s Sweet Pea on the couch. Just ignore him though, he’s being an overprotective grump because he’s sick.” 

She started to wipe away the blood on his fur. The white rag began to turn pink with it. Jughead sat perfectly still, despite the tiny sparks of pain that flurried through him any time she hit an open wound. If Jughead had anything on the gods’ green Earth, it was control. 

But if Lily had anything it was the master ability of picking up even the slightest changes of body language. It was magic that required no energy for her, so when she did touch these places on him she noticed the way his eyes seemed to change for a fraction of a moment. She found herself apologizing in a soft voice whenever this happened.

“You shouldn’t go back out tonight, in case it comes back. You won’t be able to defend yourself, I don’t think…” her voice trailed as the uncertainty in her heart made it waiver. Some of the places were inches deep from long canines sinking into soft flesh. The blood was thickest there, sticky with clots and almost black.

The healing ability of werewolves was fast but not nearly as fast as legends would have you believe. These cuts would scab and fade within a few days rather than a few minutes. It was totally possible to die from things other than silver bullets, though bullets would certainly do the job faster. Regular leaded ones. Silver bullets were actually quite inaccurate due to their weight and hitting something with on was more based on luck than marksmanship. This was something The Red Circle had yet to figure out. Some legends were created as a protective cover for the supernatural. Silver bullets was one of them.

By the time Lily was done cleaning off most of the blood, the rag she had in her hand was a dark and blotchy red. Jughead felt almost a weight lifted off of him as he could feel his fur no longer clumped together with his viscous life force. To be completely honest this was the cleanest he had felt in a very long time.

The witch didn’t need to convince him to stay. Her offer was quickly accepted. The black wolf nodded his head slowly to show that he would remain there with great appreciation of his hostess.

Lily smiled a beautifully genuine smile as she stood up, tossing the red piece of cloth into the sink haphazardly. She’d deal with it in the morning. As of now it was late, past midnight, and she was exhausted. Daisy would be up early without a doubt, though she’d probably pester her father first.

“Do you want me to get you a blanket or pillow or…something?” She asked, unsure of what a wolf would need for comfort. He chuckled inside his head at her, amused by how much she wanted him to feel good.

His answer came in the form of him limping towards the brick fireplace and laying down, curling into a tight ball of fluff. Lily understood this as a sign of him not needing anything and retreated into her own bedroom to try and get some much needed sleep. Although, to be perfectly honest, she wasn’t sure if she would even be able to knowing she had a Jones in the living room. Would FP come looking for him when he didn’t return home? Hopefully not. 

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A purple haired demon clicked her long stiletto nails rhythmically across the oak table, obviously bored out of her mind. Waiting on assignments from her boss was even more tortuous than hell itself. She groaned after looking at the clock for the hundredth time.

The old door that led into the old house creaked and the demon’s black eyes lit up with hope. A petite blonde woman walked in, wearing a dramatically heavy robe. Dark makeup swirled around her equally dark eyes. “Have you eaten?” She asked cryptically.

Lav grit her teeth, almost compelled to tell her to go fuck herself however the small mark on her pulse point burned at the mere thought. “It’s been a few days. As you requested.” She finally replied in a strained voice. She could not disobey, not without severe consequence. Though sometimes Lavender wondered if living in hell would be less painful that walking the mortal realm under the heel of Myra’s boot.

And curse Satan for creating something as monstrous and evil as Myra’s father. The demon which taught her everything he knew. The demon that created an even bigger evil than himself. Probably, Lav thought bitterly, an evil even greater than the devil.

She was so impossibly hungry. The longer she spent on Earth with mortals the more she had to eat just to stay sane. But Myra, oh this fucking creature spawned in the depths of hell, forced her to starve herself for the past two days. It wasn’t good for someone as young as her. It wasn’t good at all.

“Excellent,” Myra said with a feverish grin that showed pointed teeth. “I have a very special conquest for you. There is a warlock in Riverdale. He’s been writing checks his body can’t cash and now my father requires his soul.”

“And that’s where I come in,” Lav drawled out in a bored tone. “You want me to fuck his brains outs.”

Myra snorted back a laugh at her crude comment. “Well, I can’t account for how much brain matter he actually has. Fuck his soul out instead.”

“But he’s a magic user. He’ll know what I am.” Lav countered, knowing that bedding a warlock could be dangerous. There were powerful spells that could seriously harm her kind. Unfortunately, she wasn’t very good at hiding her own darkness from others. She was easy to spot…if you knew things like her existed and walked the earth at least.

However, none of this was Myra’s problem. Myra’s problem was her father demanded this witch’s soul and her enslaved soul sucker just had to seduce him to get it. It shouldn’t be hard. Lav was good at what she did, whether she hid herself or not. Talent begets talent and her mother had been one of the best.

Lavender was in truth a hybrid. Her father had been human, her mother a demon. Though most demon women were infertile, barren, and totally incapable of breeding; her father had had just enough of a touch of magic to allow her to be conceived. It was nothing short of a miracle. The high ranking demons demanded the girl be recruited for the army of hell. An army that was to rise up and overtake the mortal realm of earth one day.

In short, the apocalypse.

And in the end, the prince of demons himself would have her under his thumb. Well, more specifically his daughter would have the hybrid under her thumb. Asmodeus bragged more often than not about how his daughter was the one to obtain a virile hybrid into the ranks of hell.

“I don’t want you to just obtain his soul, Shoshanna.” Myra added, her voice dropping to something that sounded more grave for a heavier impact. The use of her old mortal name had Lav on edge, “You are to conceive his child.”

Lavender froze, “You want me to have a baby?” She asked, completely confused as to why anyone would want this. She had been told that because she was a hybrid that she was capable of breeding and that any lesser demon would use her for this purpose, but Myra assured her that she was not a lesser demon.

It would seem that Myra, as she had many times before, twisted the truth when she tricked Lavender to serve under her. “And on top of that you want me to kill that baby’s father?”

Myra scoffed, not seeing what the issue could possibly be. “He won’t die. Magic users can live without a soul, in fact it makes them all the more powerful. He will be thanking you by the time you’re done.”

Deep down Lavender knew she didn’t want to do what was being asked of her. She had no desire to have children, at least not at this point in her immortal life. “So I have this child and then what?” Lavender asked, the inverted pentacle on her throat was burning now. It felt like a fire hot brand was being pressed against her sensitive skin just from thinking about how much she didn’t want to do this. 

And if hurt this much at the thought, then what would happen if she actually went through with disobedience? It was beyond sinful. 

“You give the child to me.” Myra replied as if her minion was the dumbest demon that walked the Earth. “I will raise it to follow Asmodeus’ whim just as I was raised and just as I’ve commanded you to. They will join the legions of hell and we’ll be one step closer to our goal.” 

The gears inside the succubus’ brain clicked into place. “My child is going to start the apocalypse?” It was a bit of a reach, however she knew how Myra operated. She knew what the endgame was and she knew what was needed to get there. A child. A very special kind of hybrid to be exact. 

Myra smiled, cruel and wicked, “as it is written. The child will bring hell on mortal Earth.” She moved closer to the young demon and cupped her face in what could almost be seen as a loving manner. “You are the key, Shoshanna, that is why I have cultivated you into the best seductress on this side of Hell. Do this for me and I will set you free.” 

Freedom. The thought rang suddenly, as clear as a church bell in Lavender’s mind. Freedom which she had been dreaming of for over twenty years was now within reach. Bringing on the apocalypse couldn’t possibly be that bad of a price. After all she was already guaranteed her run of the Earth and her fill in the souls of mortal men. What did she have to lose?

The burning disappeared suddenly and all thoughts of deserting the cause vanished with it. “Deal.”

Suddenly the door broke open, a lean and very naked man stumbled in, holding a shoulder that was drenched in thick dark blood. There were a few other scrapes and obvious bite marks across his arms and upper torso, but his shoulder was definitely the worst.

Lav glanced out of the window and saw the sun was rising. The newcomer collapsed onto the stone floor, his breath ragged and rough. Myra moved at a speed that Lav had never seen before, at his side instantly and scooping him into her arms. The purple haired demon watched with growing curiosity.

“Leave us,” Myra demanded then and Lav sighed. She stood and left after giving a small wave by flicking her wrist nonchalantly. Once she was gone Myra began to brush back the man’s dark hair.

He groaned as he rested his head against her, clearly exhausted from the battle with the moon. He couldn’t remember anything that had happened since sundown. He wasn’t even sure how he had gotten here. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was safe within his demon princess’ arms.

“The Jones boy,” Myra practically growled with seething hatred. “He will pay for this.” She could smell his scent all over her lover as well as the death and decay that her rabid wolf had brought. The blood was not all his and that she knew for sure. The wolf just breathed a heavy sigh in response, not knowing who Jones was or what Myra meant by what she said.

Myra chanted a spell in a demonic language that was older than the Earth itself. At once all of the wounds on his body began to close and heal. The magic slowly worked its way throughout his body so that there was nothing left but the blood that had come from his wounds and from his attacker. His mouth was full of it. Coppery and earthy, it was actually a comforting taste.

“Kurtz,” She said softly as he began to fall asleep, his body torn from the change that caused him to run rampant across Riverdale. “Let’s get you cleaned up, my love.” Her voice was light and almost human.

Hazel eyes peered in through the window, watching with an absurd amount of intrigue. In the two decades she had been enslaved to the blonde demon, she had never seen her act…tender. She had brief lapses where she wasn’t quite as horrid but she was never sweet. Lavender thought she was incapable of such things. Myra was so distracted that she couldn’t even feel her presence there right outside the ramshackle house.

That was perhaps a good thing, as Myra would have tortured her with rage had she noticed.

Myra managed to get the man she called Kurtz up and into the bathtub. She ran him a bath of hot water, adding a few herbs into the mix to help soothe his broken body. The change was so hard on him. The madness wracked his body, causing him to shake in the milky bath water.

She grabbed a washcloth and began to scrub away the blood as he relaxed against the tile, his head falling to the side as he fell in and out of sleep. “The white witch, did I get her?” He asked suddenly in a broken voice that had her withered heart wrenching.

“No, not this time.” Myra replied in a tone that showed no disappointment in him. She was too worried to care if the witch was dead or not. He had come close, she could feel that, but the black wolf got in the way.

They had finally crossed paths, light and dark, and Myra feared that she may be too late to stop them. There was one way the final prophecy could fail, only one, and of course those two had something to do with it. At least as far as she could tell. Decoding ancient texts was not an exact science, rather a fine art.

But there was still time, her slave was now on course to become with child. Soon no one would be able to stop her from raising the depths of hell.

“Soon, my wolf.” She said with a bite to her voice now. Anger bloomed as the water began to turn pink. She stared intently at a sprig of fresh lavender that floated by, “We will get her soon.” 

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Fangs For Dinner || Miriam and Winston

Well, if she wasn’t sure of it before, she was sure of it now; Miriam hated cellular phones. They were wretched awful things. Why wouldn’t they work properly? All she wanted to do was pull up the Google so that she could get the number to Al’s. She needed Elle to watch the house that night since she planned on being out hunting, and she promised the girl she’d order her take out. Standing on the street near the police office, Miriam had thought that she’d call the restaurant before she headed over to spare a bit of time. Instead, it looked like she was going to have to order at the counter. “Eleanor Sinclair,” she muttered at the phone, partly knowing that her assistant couldn’t hear her but also unsure as to whether or not she’d hung up properly, “I hope you know the trouble I go through for my assistant.”

Winston fucking loved burgers. They couldn’t explain why. But there was a holy tinge to the fact that there was a combination of meat and cheese that they could devour enclosed in a bun. Winston had been eating at Al’s their entire life and they had decided that they were too lazy to cook that night. As they joined the queue behind a blonde lady, they had to admit that the cacophony of noises and smells that enveloped them every time they entered Al’s was always a pleasure. The blonde in front of them seemed to be struggling with their phone, Winston could already tell that they would be able to help them. But they were off duty and they really didn’t want to, so for the moment they kept their mouth shut and watched. Itching to intervene. 

Miriam still hadn’t figured the damn thing out by the time she got to Al’s. At this point, she’d managed to do something, and the screen had just… blanked. It was gone. All she could see was the damned black screen. Oh. That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all. Miriam had a good rapport with her assistant, perhaps too good, and she just knew that Elle would laugh at her if she broke another piece of technology. She couldn’t bring back the girl’s burger with a broken phone. Not if she planned to go out hunting tonight without a rather unfortunate sense of embarrassment. Miriam Flemming didn’t do embarrassment. Quickly, she looked behind her. Seeing that there was indeed a person there, Miriam put on her most winning smile. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” she said, “but I’m very new to this… type of cellular phone, and I can’t tell if I’ve killed it or what. Would you possibly be able to help me?”

Sometimes, Winston wondered if their whims could influence the world. It seemed as if they were sometimes able to change the very fabric of things with their wishes. Obviously it wasn’t true and this was just a coincidence, but this was quite the coincidence. “Oh,” Winston looked up and hooked an earbud from their ear, allowing it to hang from the wire around their neck and looking up at Miriam, “I don’t mind helping, do you mind if I take a look at it?” Without waiting for her to agree Winston reached out and gently plucked the phone from her hands before flicking the button on the side and watching it glow to life. “I think your battery died,” they reached into their pocket and pulled out a small portable charger, slipping the lead into the port they watched as the phone glowed to life, “give it a few minutes and that should give you enough juice to get home, then you can charge it up or whatever.” 

Miriam sighed in relief, grateful that the problem wasn’t something unfixable. “Right, of course, charging it. It’s been quite the day, that didn’t even occur to me.” With all of the dark, she’d been able to go into the store every single day, which meant that she actually had to be around people every single day. That wasn’t the problem; Miriam was a people person, and there was nothing she loved more than making people love her (except for, of course, causing pain when the mood hit her). The problem was the fact that all the things she usually put off until the end of the week were done, which meant that new problems arose. She was expected to be in the office more, learning about people and making in person connections, and Miriam was no fool. She knew that the ever present night wasn’t liable to last. She was simply dreading the day that the sun decided to come up, and every day that it didn’t, her dread only grew. Still, here was this kind person that helped her with her phone, so perhaps the day wasn’t completely soured. With luck, she’d even have a good hunt. The line for togo orders moved a bit, and Miriam was next. “Here,” she told the stranger with a smile, “go ahead and order. I’ll pay for your food. If you hadn’t helped me, I would have had to ask my assistant for help, and Elle has a penchant for laughing at me when I don’t understand technology, so you’ve really helped me out.”

Raising an eyebrow Winston shrugged a little. Honestly they didn’t really know how people were able to exist in this day and age without being able to competently use technology. The truth was that in this day and age there was really no excuse to not be aware of the fact that your mobile phone needed charging. “Sure, I mean, you should probably get into the habit of plugging it in when you see this icon get really low,” they pointed out the battery in the top right corner, “you can even switch it on so it gives you information on battery percentage if that would help.” And then there was a completely unexpected moment of kindness and Winston was blown away. “Really? I …” they stammered out of shock because after all people didn’t just offer to pay for things for them, Winston wasn’t someone that people bought drinks for or food for, infact usually it was the other way around so this was a welcome treat, “that’s really kind of you but you know that you don’t have to, besides I was kind of going to pig out and,” they didn’t say smoke a joint with my seal housemate buddy and eat a shit load of meat (weed was decriminalised for recreational use in Maine) but it didn’t really sound that great, “I don’t want to cost you a load of money because you borrowed my phone charger you know… so are you sure? No one likes being laughed at so I was happy to help really.” 

As the stranger pointed out where the battery on the phone was, Miriam felt both perplexed and sheepish that she hadn’t seen it before. Of course, she knew the damn thing needed to be charged, but she rarely used it, so she just learned to plug it in at night. It usually lasted her through the whole day. Of course, she had been using it a lot more. “Well, you’re quite the lifesaver,” she said. As the stranger mentioned the object of money, Miriam had to laugh. Money? She’d been left with more money than she knew what to do with at times. That’s what happened, of course, when you came from a generations old company of expensive luxury goods. She probably could have gone a couple of decades without working, devoted all of her time to hunting witches, but Miriam liked her job, her company. She wasn’t giving that up just because she had a few million dollars to her name. Conspiratorially, she leaned in a bit, a smirk on her face. “Between the two of us, money isn’t really that much of a problem for me. I’m quite certain I can afford to pay for your ‘pigging out’ as it were. Besides,” and Miriam allowed an actual smile, “you’ve done me a great kindness, and kindness should always be rewarded.” 

“I’m sure you’d have managed on your own sooner or later, but I’m glad that I could help avoid the potential humiliation from your assistant,” Winston gave them a slight smile. They got a lot of shit from some of their co-workers. They called them the coffee guy or the kid or whatever and Winston honestly didn’t love it. They didn’t know her but they were always happy to help with a kindred spirit, or a potential kindred spirit. Pausing, Winston shuffled their feet somewhat nervously and swallowed. They never wanted to say no to a free meal. Especially not with the amount that they were planning on spending. “Okay, I really appreciate this and there’s no pressure from me, if you really want to do this then great and if not then please let me know. But I’ll order and then you can tell me if you think it is too much.” They didn’t really give them that much time to reply before smiling. “Hey Cindy,” they said to the girl behind the counter, they were in a few of the same post grad classes together, “please can I have three big boys, can you hold the fries and bun on two of them, then can I get two buckets of chicken, one wings and one popcorn chicken, can I get two beef dripping fried onion rings and can I get some mozarella sticks as well. Thanks.” 

Blinking at the sheer amount of food in the order, Miriam waited a second before she started laughing. “My, it sounds like you’re feeding a pack of ravenous werewolves,” she said, taking the stranger in. Small and kind of lanky, and without that lovely wet dog smell, Miriam couldn’t see the stranger being a werewolf, but appearances could be deceiving. Then again, the kid might just be a stoner. Weed seemed to still be in style in this modern world; plus, Miriam had heard that it was legal to smoke dope, now. Whatever the case, it hardly mattered. She walked up behind them and smiled at the girl at the counter, “And, separately but on the same ticket, I would like a cheeseburger with extra pickles with,” she checked the sticky note where Elle had written her order, “crinkle-cut fries.” The girl rang up the total and Miriam handed over her credit card without a second thought. Knowing it would probably take a while for all of their food to be prepared, Miriam turned to the stranger, still trying to figure out if they were a werewolf or not. Most likely not… Most likely. “So,” she said, “are you throwing a party or simply stocking up on food?”

“Uh, sort of,” Winston was getting food for two but Ricky ate a lot with his weird diet. Being a selkie helped with that. “Obviously not a literal pack of werewolves, because you know, they’re not real.” Winston gave a nervous laugh. “But my roommate is like super into fitness and apparently this is his cheat day so he gave me a big order and asked me to make sure that I got larges of everything. I’ll probably make it through one of the burgers and half of the fries before I fall into the deepest food coma that anyone has ever experienced.” They shrugged. “My roommate will probably clear up most of the rest and if not I’ve got left overs so i don’t have to cook, so I can’t really complain you know.” They smiled gently at their peer before turning to the lady with phone trouble. “I really appreciate you paying for this, if you ever need help with your phone or anything please let me know, I’m actually kinda good with this stuff so if I can’t help I can at least pass you to someone else that can, but any issues let me know, my way of saying thanks.” 

The way that the stranger reacted to werewolves gave Miriam a pause. Interesting. “Oh, no, of course they’re not. A joke, you know.” But the story did make sense. She’d seen how much young men that went to the gym could eat, so, if it really was their roommate’s cheat day, this didn’t seem to be too much of a stretch to get that much food. “Well, your roommate is very lucky to have a friend that will go through all of this trouble to get them something to eat.” At the thought of making another contact in town, someone who actually knew something about technology, Miriam brightened up. “You’re an absolute lifesaver! I’m afraid I just might have to take you up on that offer as well. I’m horribly out of my element with most technology.” She pulled a piece of paper out of her purse. “Could I have your name and phone number? As a way to contact you should things go awry?”

It didn’t take a genius to know that they shouldn’t have made the joke about Werewolves being not real. Winston should’ve known better but they were still somewhat thrown when something like that happened. Trying to walk the fine line between openly discussing the supernatural and not appearing entirely insane was not exactly something that Winston excelled at. “Oh, obviously, I was joking … too.” Winston swallowed. Is that what they really meant? No. But it wasn’t something that they were about to admit to at this point. They just hoped that this wouldn’t be noticed by her. “I mean, we kind of alternate, and I was working and this is on the way home so it makes sense…” they shrugged, they’d never given it much though. Winston raised an eyebrow at the piece of paper and quickly scribbled their details on it. “If you want, you could give me your name and number and I can then call you and then you can just make a contact for me in your phone and if you ever need anything it’s all in one safe place, y’know?” They paused for a moment. “I’m Winston by the way,” they said flipping the paper over and pointing at their name, “Winston Dane.” 

“Well, it’s still very kind of you to pick up food, and that you both alternate. Not all roommates get along so well.” Not that Miriam would know. She’d never exactly done the “roommate” thing. Unless you counted marriage. She pocketed the piece of paper with WInston’s information on it. “It’s lovely to meet you, WInston. Here, my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx.” She said the numbers slowly, glad that she’d memorized the number. Some might not think it necessary, what with technology making it so easy to just look up your number with the click of a button, but Miriam thought it important to always have her personal information locked up in her head. “And my name is Miriam. Miriam Flemming. Though, most people call me Miri or Mim.”

“I guess, my room mate is a really good guy, I get a really sweet deal and Ricky doesn’t have to give me so sweet of a deal, if that makes sense. But I really appreciate it and we’ve become very good friends which is nice.” Winston wasn’t sure why they were being so open about their living situation but there it was. Winston quickly tapped in their number before pressing call, allowing it to ring three times and hanging up before she could accept the call. Swallowing gently, Winston looked up at her and felt sweat bead around their scalp. Giving her a nervous smile, Winston swallowed and reached up to fiddle with their glasses. “It’s lovely to meet you too … Miriam, is there something you prefer? Like Miri or Mim or is it like Miri and Mim because you don’t really care….?” They were sweating. This was her. This was Miriam. This was the person Nell and Morgan was worried about. Did that mean she knew? She couldn’t know. Only four, maybe five people knew what Winston was but if they weren’t careful that could change.

Miriam wasn’t expecting the sudden nervousness for Winston to go through. She watched perspiration collect around their hairline with her head cocked gently. Perhaps Winston had simply just realized how pretty she was. That did tend to happen, on occasion. Miriam had that kind of effect on people. She gave a gentle smile. “Either is fine darling. Miriam is a bit old-fashioned, though, so I rarely even use it in professional circumstances. Those that I work with just call me Miri or Ms. Flemming. Though, most,” her smile widened a bit as she thought of Morgan, of teasing the other woman both in person and over the internet, “call me Mim. Short, sweet, and to the point, don’t you think?” 

Raising an eyebrow gently, Winston wrestled with a combination of anxiety and existential dread that was settling in their chest. But they were determined to make it out of this. Maybe they could use some of this information to help someone come up with some way of stopping Miriam before she killed again. She seemed nice enough, but Winston knew better. They had been warned. “Sure, Mim it is, I think Ms Flemming might be a bit weird, you’re not my teacher or … anything.” They’d been about to make a sex joke and then they’d remembered three things. She could probably hamstring them with their pinky, she was way hotter then she had any right to be and three she killed witches, wizards and mages for fun. Not Winston’s idea of fun. “You can just call me Winston, people sometimes call me Win … but never Stone…” they frowned unsure why they were diverting to their own name, they needed to get their food and get out of here before they accidentally used magic or something.

Winston was a very nervous creature, Miriam decided, but harmless overall, and very sweet. Those were her favorite kinds of people, sweet and harmless. “Yes, Ms. Flemming would be very strange. I rarely feel old enough to be a Ms.” Much less a Mrs., but she’d been one of those, too. “Mim it is. And I’ll stick with calling you WInston for now. Perhaps we can work our way up to Win?” The nickname seemed to make them uncomfortable. Perhaps public interactions were what made them so nervous. How quaint. Just then, an employee came out of the back with their many bags of food. “Wonderful. Well, Winston Dane. It was so very lovely to meet you, but I have to get this back to my house before I go out for the night. If I need technology help, I’ll certainly be in touch. And I promise to pay handsomely, and not just in food next time.” With a wink, Miriam picked up Elle’s take out, giving WInston a pat on the shoulder as she walked by.

“Which is kind of weird because Ms. is just meant to be a term for someone who is a woman right, like doesn’t matter if you’re married or not, so irrespective of your age it shouldn’t make you feel old. But obviously because no one uses honorifics anymore it does.” Winston realised that once again they were motor mouthing and they decided that they were going to shut the hell up again. “We can try if you want, but honestly I’m not really bothered about what you call me as long as I know that it is addressed to me.” There was a moment of relief as Winston heard someone call out their order and hand over some bags of food. “Thank you for this again, and if you get stuck with the tech just text me or call, you don’t have to pay, if you came down to the police station I would be doing this stuff for free anyway so I wouldn’t charge you.” They weren’t sure why they were telling someone who might well kill them that they should contact them if they ever needed help. 

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The Assholes From Texas

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader, Dean, Harry & Ed.

Summary: On the cusp of a heat you find yourself trapped in close quarters with Sam, Dean and the Ghostfacers.

Warnings: voyeurism, smut, public shame

Words: 3800+

Beta:  @ilikaicalie

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It was supposed to be a quick in and out. Sam didn’t even want to bring you but Dean kept saying they’d just check the place out and get the hell out of dodge before anything hinky went down.  

The building is a dilapidated warehouse in the middle of nowhere that was abandoned two decades ago and sat vacant since. Over the years it’s become a Mecca for ghost hunters and supernatural enthusiasts. The only problem is that once a year the place goes from mild-mannered haunting to a lethal death trap. It locks down for forty-eight hours and whoever’s trapped inside turns into a bereaved-loved-one’s missing person’s case.

“I got nothing.” Dean hisses as his flashlight cuts through the grainy fog. “You two find anything?”

“No,” Sam confirms, reaching behind him to grab your hand. “But it’s not like I can really do a thorough search when I’ve got her to worry about.”  

It’s true. He’s spent the last half hour wandering around the building more concerned about making sure you’re within arm’s reach than doing any actual ghost hunting.

“I told you to leave her in the car.” Rolling his eyes Dean shifts his attention to the worn blueprint of the building in his hands.

“I’m not leaving her in the car. We’re in the middle of nowhere and we don’t know what this is. Anything could happen to her.”

“I’m right here!” You wave, both men pay you no attention. “A grown woman who can speak for herself.”

“Well, what about the motel?”

“I’m not leaving her anywhere, not when she’s like this.”

“If you ask me you two really need work on your codependency. It’s not healthy to be up each others ass twenty-four hours a day.”

“No one asked you.”

“Considered it free advice.”

“Get fucked, Dean.”

“You know what Sam? You should really thank your lucky stars-”

There’s a crash from somewhere in the dark. Dean looks to Sam, giving a nod as he raises his guns. Sam steps in front of you, aiming his own pistol with two hands.

“Stay behind me. Put your hand on my back,” Sam whispers to you, looking over his shoulder. “I want to know where you are.”

“You two are sick.” Dean groans.

“Shut up.” Sam squares off his shoulders as you place an open palm against the middle of his back.

You’re not a hunter. You used to be a secretary at a trucking company and at the moment you’re just an Omega who’s trying to find her place in the world of the Winchesters. Sam claimed you five months ago and it’s been a...interesting transition.

There’s a series of voices, a muted conversation coming your way. This is the first time you’ve ever been in the middle of one of their hunts. You had this vision of hunting being somewhat exciting but in reality, you’re just terrified, curling your fingers into the back of Sam’s jacket and squeezing your eyes shut.

The voices spill into the room and there’s silence. After a beat, you open your eyes and peak around Sam. There are two men with headlamps and video cameras, staring at Sam and Dean who look just as confused.

“Hey.” One of them shines a flashlight at Dean’s face. “Aren’t these the assholes from Texas?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Dean snorts. “It’s the two idiots, from the ah, Hell House.”

“Fuck.” Sam relaxes, tucking his gun into the back of his jeans.

“What are you guys doing here?” The new guy with the beards asks, clearly annoyed.

“What do you think we’re doing here? Trying to keep people like you from getting killed.” Dean’s disgust is palpable.

“You know these guys?” You ask, inching around Sam.

The two unknown men look at you, the bearded one tipping his head to the side. “Who’s the babe?”

“Watch it,” Sam warns, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you closer.

You were born a werewolf. A child of two parents who did their best to hide what they were and fit in with the rest of the world. You’ve always known how to control your impulses and keep your wild side at bay.

Sam and Dean are a different story. Sam was bitten by some a wolf in Louisiana and after a year of searching for a cure, Dean decided he wouldn’t let his brother suffer alone, and got himself a matching bite.

Sam had only presented as an Alpha a few weeks before he claimed you. Dean calls it poor impulse control and Sam says its fate. For better or worse you’re part of their lives for the long haul.

“That’s Y/N.” Dean flash his light toward you. “Don’t look at her the wrong way, Sam’ll kill you.”

“Dean,” Sam cocks his head. They’ve been at each other’s throats for a week now. Too many hormones, small motel rooms, and long car rides. “Can we focus on the matter at hand?”

“Hi.” You nod, looking at the two men, ignoring your Alpha and his brother.

“I’m Ed, this is Harry.” The rounder of two men speaks up.

“Nice to meet you.” While Sam and Dean might not like these two guys their nonverbals are telling you that they’re harmless.

“Enough with the small talk.” Dean starts toward Ed and Harry.

“Yeah.” Sam follows suit. “We all need to get out of here.”

“What? No way!” Ed looks aghast at the very idea. “Do you have any idea how long we’ve been preparing for this?”

“We can talk about it outside, let’s go.” Dean’s waving his hand like he’s trying to herd cattle but no one is moving.

“You guys can leave if you’re too scared but we’re not going anywhere-” Harry stops mid-sentence.

There is a gentle vibration that starts in the floor and moves upward until the walls as shaking. Sam pulls you to him, tucking you under his arm. There’s a loud tearing sound as if the walls are going to be ripped in two and then nothing.

“Oh no,” Sam looks up at his brother. “No, no, no!”

Sam and Dean both make a beeline for the door. The handle doesn’t turn, the door won’t budge.

You start to panic as Sam looks around, grabbing a chair and trying to put it through a boarded up window. The wood breaks into a million pieces and the look on your Alpha’s face tells you all you need to know. This isn’t good.

“I can’t believe this.” Sam runs a hand over his face. “Fuck!”

“What the hell is going on?” Harry asks, looking at both Winchesters like they’re sideshow freaks.

“Supernatural lockdown. You two idiots got us all locked in. No one is going anywhere for the next forty-eight hours unless we kill this thing.” Dean throws his hands up.

“We can’t stay here.” Sam looks from you to his brother. “I’ve gotta get her outta here, Dean.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean confirms calmly. “But I don’t think we have a choice.”

“Dean, she’s…” Sam’s voice trails off as he looks up at Ed and Harry who are not only listening intently but filming the whole thing.

You’re in heat, well not a full on heat yet but in a few hours, you will be. It’s the reason Sam wouldn’t leave you back the motel, the reason Sam wanted to wait to search the place.

As if on cue you can feel the warmth spreading from your toes to the top of your head, cheeks burning hot. It’s the first wave of what will inevitably become uncontrollable lust. You’re trapped in a haunted, abandoned building, in a room, with strangers.

“Is she sick or something?” Harry asks, looking from Sam to you. “I’ve got water, you want some?”

“Sure.” You accept, taking the bottle from him. “I’ll be fine.”

“For now.” Sam grunts, tipping his head back in utter frustration. “We need to find a way out of here, now.”

“Alright.” Dean concedes. “We gotta find whatever is controlling this place and do our thing.”

Sam and Dean fall into a natural rhythm, while Ed and Harry continue to film, looking absolutely thrilled just to be there.

You, on the other hand, are trying to get yourself under control. The minutes tick away, becoming an hour, then two. You find a spot in the corner of the room and bring your knees up to your chest, curling into a ball and attempting and failing to ignore the building urge in your belly.

Sam’s on a chair, both arms outstretched as he tries to open a trap door in the ceiling. There’s a slice of his stomach showing, warm skin stretched over strong muscle. Your breath begins coming faster, sweat breaking out over your body.

Even before his claim, you thought Sam was near perfection, but now that he’s your Alpha you crave him in an all-consuming way. Especially when your heat sets in.

There’s throb between your legs, arousal that will quickly turn to pain if you fail to abate it.

“Sam.” You say his name as naturally as possible, but it comes out squeaky like you’re being squished in a vice grip. All four men instantly turn toward you. Sam immediately jumps down and walks over to you, crouching down.

“Shit.” He reaches out to cup the side of your face, thumbing through the sheen of sweat you’re covered in. He closes his eyes when he smells your pussy. At this rate, you’re going to soak through your jeans. “It’s bad?”

“It’s gonna be.” You force a smile, taking his hand from your face and pulling it down to cup the crotch of your pants. “Can you just-”

“What wrong with her?” Ed’s inching closer, trying to see past Sam.

“Stay back.” Sam’s on his feet in two seconds flat, growling at the idea of anyone coming close to his mate.

“Jeez!” Ed scowls. He looks at Sam’s face and freezes, backing up. “What’s wrong with your…” he gestures toward his own eyes with two fingers.

“Ho-ly fuck.” Harry is undaunted, stepping closer. There’s a mechanical whirl of his camera as he zooms in for a close-up. “What the hell is that?”

Sam’s eyes are glowing, a sparking orange that shimmers in the dark.

“What the hell are you?” Ed chimes in, his fear dissolving into interest.

“Motherfucker.” Dean mumbles. He looks at Sam who’s stuck in a protective stance, clearly on the edge of killing anyone who gets too close. There’s no point in sugar coating it. “He’s a werewolf. All three of us are. And if you don’t back up you’re going to find out the hard way.”

“Are you serious?” Ed balks, squinting at Sam in fascination.

“No fucking way.” Harry breathes. “This is so...awesome. Her too?”

“Her especially.” Dean purses his lips. “And you better get away from her before Sam rips your throat out. She’s his and he’s a little territorial right now.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Ed asks, stepping away.

“Nothing.” Sam snips. As soon as both men have backed off he’s on his knees, at your side.

-

“This is un-fucking-believable,” Harry whispers. Dean is trying to pry the door off its hinges and Sam is busy with you, hunched over in the corner of the room.

“I know.” Breathing heavily, Ed snaps a replacement battery into his camera and begins to film again. “This is the holy grail.”

“What do you think her deal is?”

“Who knows. Werewolf sickness? We’re gonna have to do some major research when we get out of here.” Ed hits zoom, using his night vision to get a close up on Sam who’s crouched down in the corner.

“Wait a minute.” Harry murmurs, pulling the camera toward him. “Is he…”

The black and white of the night vision is grainy but it’s clear enough to see the bottom half of your body and Sam’s hand jammed down the front of your jeans, his knuckles moving against the material as he fingers you.

“No…” Ed gulps.

“Sam,” you moan softly. There’s no mistaking that.

“Should we, you know, stop recording?”

Ed shrugs. “We can edit stuff out if we need to.”

You whimper, and both of your legs stiffen on the small screen, toes pointed and then you go limp. Sam pulls his hand out of your pants, wiping his fingers on your thigh before turning around and looking directly at the camera.

He doesn’t need night vision to see in the dark.

--

“Hey, perverts.” Sam stands up and you want to protest but your entire body feels like jelly, still coming down from your orgasm. “Give me the fucking camera.”

“No.” Harry yelps, scampering to the other side of the room, putting a table between him and Sam.

“Give it to me before I have to come and take it from you.”

“Look, let’s just talk about this.” Ed gets in front of Sam, both arms outstretched, knees bent like he’s a lion tamer.

“We’re not the ones giving each other jollies in the corner!” Harry snaps. He’s about to add to his insult when Dean swoops in behind him, grabs the camera and smashes it against the wall.

“What the fuck!” Ed squeals. “You just ruined a two thousand dollar piece of equipment.”

“I don’t give two shits.” Dean snarls, kicking the shattered plastic. “We’ve got bigger issues here.”

“Tell that to them!” Ed points at Sam. “He’s f - doing stuff to his girlfriend while we’re trapped in here and we’re the bad guys?”

“She’s in heat.” Dean state matter-of-factly. “Which means things are about to get a hell of a lot more uncomfortable if we don’t find a way out of here.”

“Heat?” Ed blinks, his entire face turning beat red. “Like - like a dog?”

“Like a werewolf, asshole.” Sam spits.

“You better watch it.” Dean shines his flashlight from Ed to Harry. “She’s gonna need more and Sam’s gonna have less and less patience with you two. So I suggest you either help me or you hunker down and mind your business. And stop recording.”

-

You’re vaguely aware of the argument happening across the room. There’s pain radiating up from between your legs. Your entire midsection is beginning to cramp and this is only the beginning.

Sam managed to give you a few minutes of relief fucking you with two thick fingers, but it’s not what you really need. All it did was momentarily take the edge off.

“Sam!” You call out again, crying in agony. There’s an exchange of voices and then Sam’s back at your side.

“I’m sorry, baby.” His hands are on you instantly, one sliding under your shirt over the skin of your stomach, the other curling around the back of your neck, bringing you up into a sitting position. His touch helps with the pain, somewhat alleviating the symptoms.

“I need you.” You whisper, doing everything within your power to keep your voice down. “Please, I need to cum again.”

“Do you want me to…” His hand moves down toward your pussy and you sob in protest.  

“Please fuck me, I need your knot.” You beg, twisting his shirt in your fingers.

“I can’t knot you here.” He groans, leaning down to whisper into your ear. Dean will no doubt be able to hear him but at least the two humans don’t have superhuman hearing.

“I don’t care about them.” The truth is your mortified to be going through this in front of anyone other than Sam, but at the moment you don't have the luxury of being bashful.

“It’s not just them. We don’t know what we’re dealing with. I can’t be...stuck and have something happen.” He slides his fingers back inside your pants. “But I can do this.”

“No.” You protest. “I need your knot!”

That comes out louder than intended but neither of you care anymore.

“I can’t fuck you.” He insists.

“Then let me suck your cock.” You compromise, breathing faster and heavier at thought of having him in your mouth. It the next best thing to the feeling of him stretching your pussy.

Sam is silent, the room is silent.

“Please, Alpha.” You whisper, reaching for his belt.

He grabs your hands, stopping you as he clears his throat.

“Alright, Omega.” He grunts, standing up. Long fingers sliding leather through metal and unzipping his pants.

You rise up to your knees, impatiently pulling his swollen dick from his underwear and wasting no time taking him into your mouth. He’s thick, hard and salty and you take him into your throat until you’re gagging yourself on his shaft.

You’re aware that everyone else in the room can surely hear you. There’s no mistaking the wet, gurgling of him in the back of your throat and the squelching sound of your mouth as you begin to bob on his length, desperate to get a mouthful of his cum.

You moan and wedge your own hand into your jeans, rubbing your clit as you suck on his cock like it might save your life. Sam is huffing and puffing, doing his best to stay quiet and breathing in and out through his nose.

“Sam, you need to hurry up. We got problems.” Dean hollers.

“Y/N,” your Alpha stammers, fingers threading into your hair.  

The only response you offer is to shove yourself forward until your nose is pressed against the skin on his groin and his cock is farther down your throat than he’s ever been before. You hold yourself there, sputtering around his length, letting him feel you fight to keep him deep, before finally pulling back.

You’re close, so close to orgasm that nothing else matters. The finger on your clit moves faster and Sam groans, pulling your hair as he cums, unloading over your tongue as you earnestly swallow. The taste of his spunk gets you to your peak, cumming right along with him, empty cunt clenching around nothing as he’s spurting thick and warm into your mouth. You whimper on his cock, sucking and swallowing until the frenzy finally wanes and there’s a sense of both clarity and relief.

“Shit.” He whispers, running his thumb down your cheek as you stare up at him. “You alright?”

“Better.” You nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I hated to ruin your romantic interlude, but we’ve got a fucking poltergeist over here!” Dean yells.

Sam snaps to attention, tucking himself back into his pants. “Ed, Harry, get over here with her.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Ed looks horrified. “You don’t want us to…”

Sam looks up from where he’s rifle through his duffle bag and rolls his eyes.

“What? No, here, take this.” He hands Harry a nondescript bag. “It’s salt. Make a circle. Get inside. Stay there.”

There’s a commotion coming from the other side of the room. Dean’s yelling for Sam and before you know it you’re sandwiched between two unfamiliar men.

Despite their chosen profession, Ed and Harry seem more frightened than you as the three of you huddle together, watching in horror as some invisible force picks up Sam and throws him halfway across the room.  

“What do we do?” Ed asks, pulling a cellphone from his pocket. He holds a shaking flashlight up as Dean unloads a shotgun blast of rocksalt.

“We stay put.” You hiss, shifting uncomfortably. You’re far from satisfied and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll be in the throes of a spine curling heat. This was just the prelude. If this situation doesn’t resolve itself fast you’re doing to be doing a lot more than sucking Sam’s dick in front these two.

“Can’t you, you know, wolf out and kick some ass?” Harry looks at you expectantly.

“It doesn’t work like that.” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself despite the complete chaos erupting around you. “I can’t shift on command.”

“She needs a full moon, you idiot.” Harry slaps him on the arm.

“Should we do something?” The three of you watch as Sam scrambles to draw a symbol on the ground. Dean’s holding onto a chair that’s suspended in mid-air, in the middle of tug-of-war with a poltergeist.

“I think they got it.” Harry nods, taking a seat on the cement floor.

“Yeah. They're in their element. We’d just get in the way.” Ed joins him.

You carefully sit down between them, pulling your knees to your chest as Sam uses a knife to cut across his palm and slaps the bloody hand down in the middle of the sigil. Light explodes through the room, blinding everyone as the force explodes outward.

And when the dust settles the overhead lights flicker on and the forgotten building hums back to life as if it’s always been in perfect working order. Sam’s standing up and Dean’s laid out flat on his back with the broken chair beside him.

“You alright?” Sam stalking toward you, wiping blood on his jeans.

“I’m good.” Dean calls from the ground, waving his hand at his brother. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m fine.” You carefully step out of the salt circle, legs wobbling as the Alpha takes your hand. “I need to get out of here though. I’m gonna need...”

You stop, turning to Ed and Harry who are getting their first clear look at you now that lights have come back on. They’re ogling you like a Frankenstein's monster, but you can’t blame them. You know you must look like a strung out mess. You’re sweating and flushed, and beyond humiliated.

“Come on.” Sam’s leads you outside as the others follow.

-

“Hand it over.” Dean cocks an eyebrow, holding out his hand. Harry rolls his eyes and begrudgingly gives him his phone. Dean turns to Ed. “Come on, I know you’ve got one too.”

“Oh come on man,” Ed whines but slaps his iPhone into Dean’s palm.

“I told you two to stop recording.” Dean cocks his head, dropping the phones to the ground stomping on both.

“Dean!” Sam calls with one foot in the Impala. “We gotta go!”

“I’m comin!’ I gotta get out of here before those two fuck in my backseat.” He grumbles. “And I don’t wanna see any blog posts about werewolves and Winchesters and blow jobs. All this, everything you saw in there, never happened. Got it?”

“Yeah.” Ed looks at Harry as he concedes.

“We got it.” Harry chimes in.

They watch Dean climb into the car with you and Sam in the back and peels out the driveway and onto the interstate.  

“That was messed up.” Harry laughs, unable to hide his excitement.

“We gotta write a book.” Picking up the pieces of his phone Ed looks at his friend. “You uploaded the footage to the cloud right?”

Harry looks at him like he’s the biggest numskull on the planet.  “As soon as I got a signal. We’re locked and loaded.”

-

[takeenata]

Inbetween - Part 4

Exiting apartment 431, with a large duffle bag in my hand, and a librarian at my side, I walk across the hallway and knock on a door with a small, steel brown 432 on it. From the otherside, I hear the stumbling of footsteps and the fumbling of an adult male. Freddy’s less-than-gleeful expression and a frown was more than enough of a sign to understand he was disappointed. “Kyle, right? He does seem your friend,” he retorted, his dull eyes and glasses staring at me. Clever jab, but I can retort. “You were my friend once too, Frederick. What does that say ‘bout you?” He scoffs and turns his attention back to the door. Small victory won.

The door of apartment 431 partially opens, as a chain prevents full exposure. In the crack of the door is a pair of blue eyes on a canvas of peach skin. “Who is --” The sunken eyes of Kyle spring to life in an instance. “OH! Hey, Tak, come in!”

I hear three locks unbolt before the door is wide open, revealing the small apartment that belongs to this man. As well as the full outfit of the day of my blonde-haired doctor. A black shirt, a pair of pink baggy pants comparable to MC Hammer, and to wrap it up was a pair of mismatched socks; one white, one black with green patches on the toes and heel. “Make yourself comfy, I’ll make us some coffee!”

Enter myself with Kyle’s face gleaming with the idea of good company. His eyes shift to the, to him, a stranger. “Nice to meet you Mister . . .” “Wolfgang,” chimed Freddy. “Frederick Wolfgang?” He questioned, in a manner of importance, while he stuck a hand for Kyle to shake. Freddy’s library was just on the news no less than four hours ago. Thinking of which, we should really follow up on what happened after I got him out of there.

I could practically feel the excitement jolt out of Kyle at this point. His giddiness was expressed in awe-filled laugh. “Of Wolfgang Librarium?! Mr. Wolfgang it’s so nice to meet you!” Kyle snatched Freddy’s hand in a quick manner and shook it like Yahtzee game. “Your site got me through high school, college, and even today!”

Freddy was going through Hell as it was, I wasn’t going to interrupt the two. It was Freddy that rushed me out of the house and got me into an argument with the missus; surely he’d understand that we had places to be. However; Kyle’s enthusiasm was met with Freddy’s wholesome behavior. “Splendid! A scholar’s mind shouldn’t be limited by the funds of his wallet, but colleges still need to strive somehow. What peaked your fancy, Mister . . .” Kyle enjoyed that he returned the question. “Wallace! Kyle Wallace, PhD!”

“A doctor! In what field?”

“Arachnology; Spiders!”

I saw a slight shift in Freddy’s face at the mentioning of the eight-legged kingdom. Did the werewolf suffer a certain phobia? “Arachnids! What um. Caught your interest in those exactly?”

“The variety, the colors, the subspecies, and the capabilities of them! They’re like small, small dogs! Except most people usually don’t want to pet your pet spider. OH!” Kyle would scatter away, a look of joy spread across his face. Frederick’s face; not so much.

Kyle returned with his right hand facing palm down, his arm lifted slightly. He was escorting a large spider that had a yellow body; very skinny legs too. “This is Fleece! My Golden Orb Weaver!”

Kyle takes a few steps forward to Frederick. Fred takes a few steps backwards, his face filled with shock. “Th-That’s nice,” he says with a stagger. “He’s very, um. Interesting.”

“She is!” Corrected Kyle. “Do you want to ho-”

“I’m contempt! Thank you!” Snaps Frederick. 

“Well oookaay,” the kid replies. Turning on his heel, he disappears once again.

“I’m hopin’ that he’s getting another one,” I laughed.

“Nothing about this is funny right now, Takeenata,” Frederick speaks with gloom. “Isn’t the entirety of your being to save the world or some dream of that fashion?”

“Wouldn’t call it a dream, Frederick. I’ve spent my whole life fightin’ things like these guys. And I even fought them once too!”

“You fought this monster already -- how does he harass us like this now then?”

“He had uh. Partners in crime. And they sort of, y’know.” I hit my chest a few times to motion where I was deeply stabbed.

“I know -- what?” Frederick’s puzzled look threw me off for a bit. I expect a guy who runs a library to at least know a thing or two.

“Stabbed me?” “They stabbed you?” “THEY MURDERED ME!” I hadn’t noticed that Kyle returned. He entered at the wrong time, and would once again turned on his heel to wherever he was before.

“They killed you?”

“How, of all people in my life, did you not know?!”

“I’m a busy person Takee-”

“TOO BUSY TO EVEN CHECK UP N’ SEE HOW THINGS ARE?”

“You know damn good and well we were -- We ARE -- not on good terms after your benign actions with Ms. Fortuna!”

“You’re so fuckin’ pissed ‘bout me helping your girlfriend with her work that you’d forget a friend even exists? I was fucking DEAD Frederick! BUT MIRACULOUSLY. I came back! I wanted out after that! But instead, I made a fuckin’ deal with the afterlife and here I am!”

“Where and when does the fault lie on my behalf, Takeenata?”

“None a’ that does! I’m just pissed n’ venting now.”

“You’re an absolute mess of a man. Elf. Man-elf. Man-child more so suits you.”

. . .

“Mom, dad,” Kyle chips in. “Are you two fighting?” Sarcasm wasn’t anything short in supply with him. “Can you two at least hold hands for a few moments and tell me what you need? From all the yelling I’m guessing we’re going after your murderer’s, dad?” He humbles himself by calling me his father.

I have no issue with it. Every one of my friends does it eventually. “Yeah uh -- You ‘bout figured it all out Kyle. We’re going after the guys that murdered me a few months ago. Sound like something you’d be wanting to do?”

“Oh! Will it be like our get-together in twenty-fourteen?”

“Similar I’d imagine? Less street gangs, more angry demons. With a possibility of going too?” I fix my glace onto Frederick.

Without skipping a beat he replies in a less than enthused voice. “Purgatory. He’s in Purgatory.”

“On subject, and if it’s not rude. Who is “he” and how do you know that he’s there?” Kyle questions. I remember having asked Frederick the same question before, but never got a clear answer. Perhaps he’ll be more honest with Kyle.

“Salamendoza, demon of greed. Vile intentions, and loose lips. Right before, during, and somewhat after he had bruised me, he talked about every detail of a plan of his. To steal my book from my home, to murder myself so that I could not reveal everything that is “going to happen,”” he says, wiggling his fingers into the air. “How he’ll go to purgatory.”

Kyle and I are both standing and waiting for more. Frederick’s gaze glances at the two of us. Kyle and I stare at each other for a moment, then back to Freddy. “Is -- is that it?” Kyle’s confusion is apparent in his voice.

“Well, yes. That is all he told me. I imagined he would’ve told myself more had you not been there.” Frederick points a finger at me. “But, had you not been there, I wouldn’t be here telling you both this.” “Is that your way of sayin’ thanks?” A smirk across my face, and sarcasm inbound.

“You are welcome to think that.” Smarmy bastard. “Kyle, will you be joining us?”

He stares up into the ceiling for a bit, and exaggerates his face as he speaks. “Oh well! I dunno! I could sit here at home all day, or join you guys is possibly saving the world? I don’t know, my schedule is pretty tight right now.” I deliver Kyle a soft jab and he laughs in return. “Of course I’ll join you two. Just fed my boys today so they oughta be fine for a week. Should I bring anything special or?”

“Bring ‘it.’” Kyle’s look of confusion lasts for only a second before I could see the lightbulb pop in his head.

“OH! It. Okay. Sure I can do that. Want me to bring the coat and all?”

“Everythin’, I guess. Right Freddy?”

“Frederick.” He snaps. “And obviously. Everything and anything that you believe can help us, bring please.”

Kyle starts walking to get his things. “Awesome. Awesome awesome. Just us three on a badass quest to Hell itself?”

The way Kyle states these things so casually gives me hope that we’ll do just fine. “Four, actually.” “Four?” Questions Frederick. “Who’s the fourth.”

“A friend in Missouri.”

[werewolfdays]

late night talks drabble

(takes place after they’ve known each other for under a week) Jayde pov-

I didn’t want to sleep. It’s not that I felt unsafe. Well, I always felt unsafe, but that wasn’t it. The pain was tolerable, my wounds were healing nicely so that wasn’t it either. The bed was comfortable enough. I’ve had a long-ass week so why was I stuck staring at the ceiling during the middle of the night this time?

Through the open bedroom door I heard restless shifting from the couch in the living room. I guess I wasn’t the only one having trouble. At least Nadya had a reason. I shattered a part of how she viewed the world. A shift in perspective like that is bound to keep anyone up.

A sigh escaped my lips. She’s the reason. I didn’t tell her everything, but I told her more than I would tell anyone else, more than I wanted her to know. She was persuasive, making a compelling case, but telling her the truth about what I am wasn’t a reward and I suspected she knew that by now.

My ears picked up the rustling of her blankets as she shifted position yet again. Let it go. She’ll fall asleep eventually.

“You doing alright?” I called out, annoyed with myself.

There was a pause and I wasn’t sure she heard me, maybe she was actually asleep.

But then she answered, “Am I keeping you up?”

“No, you’re not. I am.” Her place was small enough that we didn’t have to shout at each other to have a conversation from different rooms.

Another moment passed, “Can I ask you something?”

“Maybe.” I answered, trying to ignore the hole I was digging myself into.

“So, you can turn into a literal wolf?” It wasn’t really a question, more like she was reminding herself.

“Yeah, I sure can.” This’ll be good.

“Are you… yourself when you do?” She asked hesitantly. This was the real question.

I blinked. “Myself?”

“Yeah, you know… Is it like those werewolf stories where you wolf-out and… Lose control?”

I scoffed at the ridiculous question, then felt a pang of guilt. She was scared of me. She probably checked the calendar for the next full moon, wondering if I was gonna turn and rip her apart or something. I suppose that’s only fair, she did find out that she invited a literal monster into her home.

I’m not a monster.

I don’t know why it bothered me that she saw me in that way, but it did.

“I’m always me. I don’t lose control any more than a normal person does.” My voice came out strained as I tried to hold back my disappointment.

“That was offensive, wasn’t it? God, I’m sorry.” Nadya began tripping over her own words, “I didn’t mean- I’m really sorry, I just-”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand.” I said, surprising myself with my own patience. Maybe it was because of her again. She just always seemed so genuine with every word she spoke. I am always suspicious of everyone, I have to be, but it was easy to just… trust her. I tried to ignore how much that unsettled me. “And I told you before, you don’t have to be afraid of me.” I added.

“I’m not afraid of you.” She said somewhat unconvincingly. I think she was trying to convince herself.  

“You are, and I get it. I’m a very real myth. There are a lot of horror stories out there about people like me. Pretty much all of it is bullshit.” I said with more than a little bit of scorn. “Some of us are monsters,” I admitted, “Like some humans, but I’m not interested in being one. At least not to people like you.”

It felt like minutes passed before she spoke, “I’m not afraid, I’m just… intimidated. I didn’t know what to think, but I’m starting to get it.”

My brows furrowed, “Get what?”

“That we’re not so different.” Nadya said with soft-spoken confidence.

I laughed, “We couldn’t be more different.”

“That’s not the way I see it.” I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was smiling.

Maybe she was right and I didn’t get it. Either way I shouldn’t trouble myself with figuring it out. I was going to leave in a day or so, I was getting well enough to go on the move again. I shouldn’t stay here any longer than I had to. Which means that I won’t see her again. That’s for the best so why did it make me feel disappointed?

“You know not to tell anyone about me when I’m gone, right?” I wish I could scrub her memory of me completely, but her word will have to do.

“Doctor-patient confidentiality remember?” her tone became slightly deflated.

“You’re not a doctor yet.” I jabbed playfully.

She laughed, “Ouch!”

“Yet. I added yet for a reason.”

“Yeah, well...  there’s a chance I’ll mess it up.” She replied.

“No, you won’t. You’re smarter than all those quacks that were treating me.” I shivered at the memory of the hospital.

“I’m not so sure about that…”

“You are. At first I thought you were a damn idiot when you brought me here… I was wrong. Ballsy, sure. But far from an idiot.”

“Awe. That’s really sweet of you.” She said somewhat sarcastically.

I snorted, “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do.” Then her voiced softened, “Thank you.”

A quiet settled over us then. Comfortable silence. I started to think that maybe she was falling asleep, but I heard her voice again. Quiet and almost shy.

“You can stay as long as you want, you know. Don’t feel like I’m itching to kick you out.” Nadya nearly began to stammer again. “I mean, I know you heal quicker than humans, but you’re still healing. Why not wait ‘til you’re one-hundred percent?”

“You really want a stranger that’s a werewolf fugitive in your home for longer than necessary? I take it back, you’re an idiot.” And I’m an idiot for wanting to stay.

Nadya laughed again and I tried to tell myself I wasn’t beginning to like the sound of it. Of course I couldn’t fully convince me.  

“It’s not a good idea for me to stay. I owe you for helping me and the best thing I can do for you is get as far away as possible.” It took more effort than I was expecting, but my voice was steady and sure.

I almost didn’t catch the quiet, “I know.”

“If you ever need help again, though…” She started. “My door will be open for you.”

I was shocked again at her generosity, her kindness. She barely knew me. The fact that she would do this for a stranger… I didn’t know if I admired that or think that she was crazy.

“If you were smart, you’d padlock that door and never let me back in.” I told her in a joking tone, but also serious.  

“Well, we’ve already established that I’m an idiot so,” I sensed a smugness in her that made a brief smile tug at the corner of my mouth again.

If I was decent I’d be an asshole to her. Make her hate me so she’d want me gone. It would be easier, but for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Anyone else, I’d tell them to fuck off, but her… I pictured what the look on her face would be and it twisted my insides. God, knock it off. Get over it, what are you expecting to get out of this? Nothing. I won’t get anything out of this. Not a friend. Not… anything else. I didn’t want or need that and she didn’t need someone like me in her life.

“Can you promise me something?” I asked.

“Maybe.” She replied, mimicking my tone from earlier.

“Promise never to help me or anyone like me ever again.” I knew I could trust her word, she’s one of those honorable people.

Nadya didn’t answer for a long time, but eventually she said, “I don’t think I can promise you that, Jayde.”

I wasn’t surprised. Honestly I should’ve known better, but I guess I had to try. I shut my eyes and felt a small smile creep up on me. It was a bit of a sad smile, but there was more to it. The dangers didn’t deter her, she wouldn’t let anything stop her from helping people. I mistook that for stupidity… she made me begin to believe it was bravery.

I adjusted my position in Nadya’s bed, getting more comfortable. For the past few days I was surrounded by her scent. She lived alone and I was in her bed a lot while recovering, wearing her clothes. There was no one else besides her and my senses were almost overwhelmed by the lack of variety at first. Maybe that was one of the reasons I could never get fully comfortable here. However, the more I interacted with her the more I didn’t mind being surrounded by her. I also found my nerves calming during this conversation, my muscles relaxing slightly, and with my eyes closed her scent clouded my mind briefly before I opened them again.

“Well, at least promise not to go looking for it.” I relented amusedly.

Nadya chuckled, “That’ll be easier for me.”  

The comfortable silence returned and this time I could tell it would lead us both to sleep. As I drifted off the line between consciousness and unconsciousness became blurred enough that I wasn’t entirely sure when I fell asleep. The only indicator that I actually had been asleep was when I opened my eyes to morning. I realized that I had dreamt. Not a nightmare, but a dream. I dreamt that I was still talking with Nadya, which must’ve been the reason why it was hard to tell when I passed out, and the feeling brought me such a calmness that it seemed almost ludicrous. I wanted to wipe her memory of me to make this easier. Now I realized it was foolish to think it would be easy for me to forget her.  

[gayidolheadcanons]

Love Live Monster AU: Aqours

Images references are included where possible, but sadly not all these things have been made into sets! Descriptions are provided in addition to pictures in some cases, so please read those!

Chika: Chika is a vampire, specifically, a vampire that turns into a fruit bat. As such, she has a taste for in both forms. Thankfully, she has a preference for Mikan over blood, so she doesn’t actually drink from people much. Although she does occasionally. She’s very nice and sociable toward humans, there are even some who willingly offer their blood to her, although she doesn’t accept very often. People will even mistake her for a person. All in all. She’s a surprisingly normal monster. And of course, she has all the usual vampire abilities. Strength, speed, the ability to turn into a bat, etc. She’s harmed by the sun and it can eventually kill her. But it’s a rather slow process. She can spend about an hour and a half in the sun without any major effects, but she won’t be able to use her abilities well.

If you’ve ever seen Kougi’s art of vampire Chika. Envision that. If not, here’s some to look at as a reference. In essence, she looks the same except with sharp teeth and a stereotypical vampire outfit.

Riko: A newly turned werewolf struggling to deal with her newfound form and powers. Despite living in the town that Chika visits, she never knew about monsters before her transformation. However one night, she was turned and from then she’s become very aware of the monsters in the world around her. Chika serves as a sort of guide to her, teaching her all about it. They hang out every night. While Chika is helping her get used to being a monster, she’s scared of herself and dreads every transformation. It doesn’t help that she’s now a wolf. Which is a dog. So that’s even worse.

Most of the time she appears as Riko typically does, however as the full moon approaches she grows more wolf-like. Getting sharper teeth and having her tail and ears manifest on their own. On the full moon itself, she’s forcibly transformed into a werewolf. She’s a typical bipedal werewolf, monstrous and terrifying. Her fur is a duller red than her hair colour, but is still very distinctly red.

Yoshiko: As would be expected, Yoshiko is a demon. She’s not an incredibly powerful one however she’s not weak either. Her powers include, control over fire, possession, teleportation and some spells with limited destructive capabilities. She originally arrived in the human world to cause chaos and torment humans for her own amusement. Unfortunately, she was caught very early on by Hanamaru, a priestess, who limited her powers. So while she’s still intimidatingly powerful and far beyond a human, she’s extremely limited in what she can do. Since she has Hanamaru keeping her in check. Truthfully though, she doesn’t mind. She’s rather fascinated by the human world, attempting to figure it out while keeping up a facade of looking down upon it.

Being a decently powerful demon and not wishing to disguise herself, Yoshiko’s demonic features are prevalent. Most prominently she is larger than a human, with large bat-like wings giving the impression of her being even larger (She tends to wrap them around herself). Her hands are also very clearly inhuman, being clawed and scaled. And of course, as is typical of a demon, she has her horns and tail. Her horns curl like a goat’s and are slightly luminescent in the dark, the same luminescent being present in her pink eyes too. She also has a forked tongue and especially sharp canine teeth.

Hanamaru: A human priestess. She’s been raised all of her life to fight against monsters, however she took the alternate path of befriending them. Her closest friend being the dragon, Ruby. Despite her friendliness and acceptance of monsters, she does fight them when forced to, using her magic against them. The result of these fights is usually Hanamaru weakening the monster, then attempting to rehabilitate them. This is what happened with Yoshiko. Despite her friendliness, Yoshiko proved to be more of a challenge than the rest. Although she’s uncooperative, Hanamaru still believes in her and knows that they can someday be friends. She lives in the same town as Chika and Riko, however she travels a lot, often to the base of the mountain, where Ruby lives. She’s well known among monsters and they tend to have a respect for her, due to her magical prowess and friendliness toward them.

Hanamaru wears an outfit like this card, however she carries around a staff with her, which she uses to channel her magical abilities.

Ruby: As previously mentioned, Ruby is a dragon. She has a strong association with the element of fire and while she’s not entirely at ease with her powers, she’s very skilled at controlling it. Using it to make trinkets and food. She lives away from the coast and at the base of a mountain, a decent walk from any civilization, but only a short fly for her and her sister. Like any good dragon she hoards, hoarding sweet pastries and breads rather than any valuable materials like gold and gems. She’s best friends with Hanamaru and is somewhat intimidated by Yoshiko, despite her her power being about equal to hers. She isn’t particularly sociable with any monsters communities, however she has been known to journey up the mountain occasionally. Although not even Dia knows why. (It’s to visit Leah)

Like many monsters, she has both a human form and monster form. Her human form appears much like in canon, with distinct differences being lizard-esque eyes, rows of sharp teeth and most importantly, her tail and horns, which are identical to how they look in dragon form, except smaller, of course. In dragon form, as expected, Ruby is very large, although she’s slightly below average in dragon standards. She easily fills most of the cave she calls home in dragon form. Her scales are a pinkish-red that seems to shimmer in the sunlight, which is contrasted by a non-shiny light pink underbelly. Her horns are shaped like a trail of flames shooting outward, they’re only for looks though, they face backwards, serving no practical purpose for fighting and the like. Atypically, her wings are very rounded for a dragon, forgoing the more typical appearance. Some tease her for this, saying she looks like an oversized bird. It doesn’t bother her much, since others (Leah) have told her that her wings are pretty.

Dia: Like her sister, Dia is a dragon. Similarly to Ruby, she has control over fire too, although she uses it far less. The only time it really comes out is when Dia is angry, but all it is is her letting off smoke when irritated and accidentally breathing fire when shouting. (Both of which happen often.). Although she’s very close and protective of her younger sister, she doesn’t actually live with her. Instead living on the coast. It’s only a short flight to Ruby’s mountain however. She lives on the coast to be closer to the sea-dwelling monsters she is closest to. Specifically Mari and Kanan. Although she comes across You a lot too. She has a more typical hoard, hoarding gems. She appreciates their aesthetic and enjoys giving them to people. Commonly Mari and Kanan. (Mari already has countless of her own, but she always accepts happily anyway). She’s well known for terrorizing humans who come near her territory, with the exception of Hanamaru, but only because she’s Ruby’s friend. Because of this, she occasionally gets bands of hunters going after her. They’re always easily dismissed though. A bit of fire breath does the trick to scare them off.

Dia’s dragon form has an incredibly intimidating appearance, being extremely large, looming over anyone who dare approach her. Her scales are a matte-black, making it easy for her to be hidden in darkness in the night or when inside a cave or the like. Her underbelly is a white that contrasts this, however she often covers or hides it to prevent being seen. Her horns go a lot straighter than Ruby’s, curving upwards toward the end. In human form, she’s still rather intimidating and tends to loom. As with all dragons, she retains her tail and horns, as well as having a few other trimmings.

Kanan: Kanan is a mermaid, but not just any mermaid. A dolphin mermaid. This doesn’t make her much different from a regular mermaid on any level other than aesthetics though. She pretty much exclusively lives in the water, rarely leaving. She receives offers to be taken by Mari, Dia and everyone, but prefers her home. She’s incredibly well known by the population of monsters in the area. Being friends with pretty much everyone. Everyone visits her, so she feels no need to visit others. Her most frequent visitors, aside from Dia and Mari. Are Chika and You, who after meeting her as children, have been some of her closest friends. Aside from this, she’s also known for being very talented at fishing and swimming. With people hiring her to do fishing for them. She tends to just give Dia the money though. (And she of course hoards it).

It’s rather easy to envision. Kanan with a dolphin tail instead of legs. Maybe with webbed, clawed hands if you’re feeling extra spicy.

Mari: Mari is another sea-dwelling monster. A selkie, specifically one that turns into a Harp Seal. Because of her ability to transform between a land dwelling creature and sea dwelling one. She goes between the town and the ocean a lot. She’s known for being a mysterious stranger, who comes into down, spends a ridiculous amount of money, and then dissapears again. The monsters of the town know who she really is, but the humans remain clueless. She spends the majority of her time with Kanan, swimming around with her, chatting to her, etc. She often gets very lazy with swimming, making Kanan carry her or drag her along (Thankfully Kanan is strong, so it’s not a problem for her.) 

Mari appears rather normal in human form, although her hair isn’t up like it is in canon. When she turns into a seal she tends to switch between an adult and a young harp seal. She enjoys becoming a fluff ball, but recognizes it’s not  very effective. It all depends on the situation.

You: You is a Funayurei, essentially a sea ghost. She lives on a boat and rarely leaves it. She wanders the coast, sailing around seemingly aimlessly. In reality, she’s just having a fun time looking for treasure, she’s not a miserable wandering spirit or anything. She visits shore very often, spending time with Chika and Kanan. Although it’s not common for her to actually step off of her boat and onto the mainland. She brings her friends along on boat rides a lot, and it serves as a good rest-stop for any swimming monster that seeks rest. You is very accepting and friendly towards anyone who comes across her boat, being hospitable and allowing them on. This includes humans. For some inexplicable reason, there’s a misconception by people that she carries around a ladle, which she uses to drown people by continuously pouring water onto their boat. You is amused by it, but insists she’d be incapable of it. After all, filling a boat by ladle is ridiculous.

You appears in a uniform like the one pictured below, however it’s off-colour and grey, as well as being ripped and damaged. As a ghost, she’s somewhat transparent and looks dead, having one arm that’s near entirely skeletal (Although you can’t tell under the gloves and uniform). Both she and her boat give off an otherworldly glow, which often terrifies people when they spot it emerging from the sea fog.

[aamoako3]

The Disinterested Love of Humankind

Let’s off by saying this: a movie about an angel who wants to be human after falling in love with a human? It is such a magical concept to me! Kind of like when witches give up their powers to be with a human or a vampire gives up their vampire abilities to be with a werewolf. It’s all super romantic, until you realize this is such a silly concept. This week, we watched Wings of Desire and if I’m being honest, it was 40% about “love” while 60% of it was Damiel the Angel walking around contemplating whether or not he should become human for a human woman as he stalks this woman (whom he claims to be in love with but has no idea who he is). Regardless of whether or not I find this somewhat creepy, this movie is a perfect example of one of the readings that we had this week called Benevolence, Special Relations and Voluntary Poverty: An Introduction by John P. Reeder Jr. The reading describes benevolence as a “disposition to desire and act on behalf of the good of various parties (near and dear, strangers, and even the self” (pg 3). Being angels, their job is to adhere to the needs of all humans to try and make them feel good again when they feel any other emotion other than happiness. They are the checks and balances of the world without humans even realizing it. One of the readings for this week, The Altruism Reader: Getting Along (Chapter 25) by Frans de Waal expresses the idea that “an individualized society is doomed without checks and balances on aggression” (pg 247-248). Imagine if every single time someone became angry and upset, they stayed angry and upset for the rest of their lives? This world would be in utter chaos BUT in this movie, thanks to the angels that would never be the case. They sense these emotions from everyone. They read the minds of everyone and know what’s going on with them physically, mentally and emotionally. What I couldn’t figure out about the angels is whether or not they feel their own emotions or if they imitate the emotions of the human minds that they constantly are reading.

It can be assumed that benevolence is supposed to apply only to humans, yet angels seem to be the epitome of benevolence since they care for everyone and everything equally. Can this be love if the humans don’t even realize they’re being looked after in the most caring way possible? Throughout this class we’ve discussed reciprocity and whether or not one person can express love for another and if it can actually be constituted as love if the love they feel is not reciprocated by the other person. This is a very shady topic on my behalf, since I believe reciprocity depends on the situation, but for this circumstance between angels and humans, I don’t think it can actually be considered love. I wasn’t even sure if the angels could feel any real emotions until Damiel realized that he was “in love” with the woman from the circus. At first, I thought it was kind of ridiculous of him to fall for a woman he’s never actually met, but then it hit me. Since he can read the minds of all humans and see everything they’re doing, technically he has met her and actually he knows her well. He knows all her inner thoughts, which is usually the point of getting to know gradually know someone in person, but he got to skip all of the “getting to know you parts” and get right into seeing her on a deeper level. Angels don’t know what it’s like to be human, so did he know that what he was feeling was most likely the human equivalent of love? He probably subconsciously knew that he was supposed to be feeling love for the woman from the circus, but he wanted to actually feel it, which led to his desire to want to be human. No offense dude, being human is not all it’s cracked up to be. At the same time, I wouldn’t give up all the people in my life to be an angel either if it meant I could never feel human emotions again.

Damiel wanted to know how amazing it felt to have companionship/love/friendship/etc. He wanted to feel the emotions that come with being human and having these human relationships; he’s willing to give up his immortality as an angel to be with a person he’s not even sure will love him back...ORRRR, was he sure she’d love him back? He’s been watching and observing humans for centuries. He’s probably become an expert in figuring out what the clues are as to whether or not two people can fall in love. Maybe he thought he would be the perfect fit for her because he actually knew by experience that someone like him would be compatible with someone like her. Yet, when thinking from the human perspective, how does she fall for him as soon as she meets him? In general, and this happens in a lot of movies, why is the young gorgeous gal always falling for the old ugly guy she just meets? The central characteristic of the woman from the circus is that she is depressed and alone. Once again, in one of the readings of this week, The Altruism Reader: Getting Along (Chapter 25) by Frans de Waal, the author states that “we should be so constructed that we find comfort in companionship and seek it, and that we experience greater or lesser degrees of anxiety when alone” (pg 250). Maybe he knew she’d be desperate for companionship and would jump at the chance to be with anyone who offered to be with her and he made sure that would be himself. I’m not sure if I can consider this love. Of course all humans seek companionship, but it should happen naturally and through a connection, not because a strange man who was once stalking you as an angel has now come to be with you forever as a human. I know it’s a movie, but it was cringy, it was unemotional, I felt no real connection between the characters and frankly, it was highkey disturbing that he was just watching her from the shadows, which she had no clue about. Overall, I personally do not think this movie added or subtracted anything to my developing theory, so let’s see where the upcoming weeks take me on this journey...to find the true meaning...of what love is. <3

[stereksummerexchange]

Best worst ideas and heat centers

@sunshinexlollipops -  It’s my first time writing an AOB about them and, even better, my first time writing smut. So yeah, if this sucks that’s pretty much why. Hope you still like it, pal! Have a wonderful summer!

by @marauders-mess

Mature - Smut, AOB dynamic, AOB, Werewolf heat, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Knotting, Midly swearing, Werewolf Stiles, Professional knot, Clinic worker Derek, Bottom Stiles, Top Derek, Scenting, Scratches, Biting, Marking, Mates

“The undertone of his own scent on top of the alpha stranger hits him. It makes the voice of his wolf go from a loud growl to a low whine. He swallows thickly. Stiles takes a couple of seconds more, adjusting to the idea that now it was too late to change his mind.“

Heat is inconvenient. That’s the first thing that parents and teachers tells you when you get of age. There are hormones that rocket to the sky. A fogging desire to hump everything near you. And of course you can’t forget the loss of rationality that makes you end up presenting for strangers just because your primal side tells you to. Your senses are too sharp; smells make your mouth water. Things start to overwhelm you. Suddenly smells cause your skin itch. Lights and shadows make your ears ring and feel dizzy. And that’s without mentioning how your genitalia reacts. Like clothes and chairs getting drenched. Or your dick pointing to things that you didn’t even know turned you on.

So heat is pretty discomforting.

But it also is pretty unfair. If you’re in luck of being an Alpha, it doesn’t strike you full force. You get the need to mark, to claim. And every little thing ends up being a territorial problem. But you get that every two months. And just under the length of two days. Lucky bastards.

Instead, an Omega heat is baring your throat and pumping out your ass to almost everyone around you. It’s whining because the scent of an alpha hypnotizes your mind. Shuddering because you need fangs over your neck and claws marking your body more than breathing. And the best thing of it all is that it happens every month, and rolls over you full force for four long days or longer. Sometimes even a week. Just peachy.

And yeah, you get time out of school, work, fighting crime under a mask or whatever duty you have with a ticket straight to Jack-Off-Ville. Really wonderful. Who doesn’t want to stay home and play Hand Solo, am I right? But the painful arousal numbing your mind takes away the fun.

There are some solutions that school and goverment are glad to inform new pups getting their first heat each year. Pretty much the usual: stay inside, in a locked room with enough food and water. Have someone you can trust to check up on you once in a while. Sexual toys can be really helpful, but the heat fever may or may not dissapear just with that.

There’s also the option of the social health centers.

Those places are like fucking five star hotels for your heat. As easy and expensive as one would dare to think. You just go, fill some papers with the usual information. Name, age, social security number. What kind of room would you prefer? Are you an alpha or an omega? At what age did you have your first heat? What are your usual symptoms? Are there usually complications? Do you want some specific toys? Would you like a partner? Will you pay with cash or a credit card? Y'know, the usual.

And after all that, you got a nice room that has an unique code to get in. Safe from people in heat running around. And inside you are welcomed with food, water, a private bathroom and lube. Probably more lube than food but hey, you can’t really complain.

And the thing is that there he was. For the first time in his life. Getting the full experience. Fidgeting on the bed. Twisting his hands on the bed sheets. Licking and biting his lips.

Overthinking.

Because that’s exactly what Stiles is best at: overthinking.

He breathes deeply. In for three, out for three. Goosebumps travel across his naked body. It’s not cold nor fear. It’s anticipation. Anxiety. The good kind of anxiety. Or at least that’s what he expects. He sighs, closing his eyes trained at the ceiling.

His mind is starting to get fuzzy at the same time the door to his room opens. He can feel his eyes flare yellow for a couple of seconds even though they’re closed. Instinct kicking in, trying to warn him about an intruder in his den. The undertone of his own scent on top of the alpha stranger hits him. It makes the voice of his wolf go from a loud growl to a low whine. He swallows thickly. Stiles takes a couple of seconds more, adjusting to the idea that now it was too late to change his mind.

“You requested an alpha to knot you?,” says a low voice that sounds like a growl and makes his insides flip. He isn’t sure if it’s because of the heat or the guy actually has the voice of a sex god, but probably at this point it doesn’t matter. He nods slowly, acknowledging with a huff in exchange. “My name is Derek Hale. I have to check that you fully understand the gound rules which are no intimate touching, no foreplay, no feral activities, no marking besides the knot and scenting.”

“Basically a bunch of noes that– fuck,” he isn’t prepared for the sight that welcomes him once he opens his eyes and looks at the door. His voice is from a sex god. Damn, how good it is to be right. And he is going to tap that. Or get tapped by that. Semantics.

The alpha keeps standing awkwardly at the door, dressed in just black briefs and a t-shirt a couple sizes too small that Stiles recognizes as his. There’s muscles bulging under the layer of fabric. Muscles that he wants to lick and bite and do all kinds of things that were already on the not-to-do list. And if the frown that he has is anything to go by, Stiles isn’t being as subtle about it as he thinks.

The silence is getting dense in the room. The alpha - Derek - rakes his eyes all over Stiles’ body, who starts to wriggle, feeling suddenly exposed and utterly horny at the same time. Huh. He prays it’s just a side efect of the heat and not a new kink of his. Stiles averts his eyes to a point over Derek’s shoulder, trying to look more composed that what he feels.

“I’m Stiles Stilinski–”

“What the hell is a Stiles?”

That is a question that he hears quite often and always loves to answer with as much sarcasm as possible. But in this case, a sincere bubble of laughter burst through his throat. He wasn’t expecting it. And by Derek’s face of utter disbelief at that slip up, neither was he. It’s completely priceless. He thinks about how for a moment it doesn’t feel like a medical procedure with a patient but more like two guys alone in a room. More of a cheesy porn scene than a Doctor House rerun. He lets out another laugh, a bit high pitched. Perhaps he isn’t as composed as he wants to believe. He’s slowly going into hysterics. Just peachy.

“Me, I am a Stiles. But don’t worry about it,” he gets up in a sitting position on the bed and watches somewhat amused at how the alpha’s eyes never leave his body. “Shall we start?”

Derek snaps his head up to Stiles’ face. Like some sort of trained puppy. He almost laughs out loud in response, barely containing himself. A bold nod followed by clothes falling to the ground is the last missing piece before Stiles’ brain starts to melt. The pit of his stomach getting fuzzy. He feels like a teenager again, letting his heat take the best of him. Which is his mind. But he couldn’t care less. A greek god is sitting by his side in the bed, ready to knot him. Losing his mind is just a side effect. And he can live with it.

His mouth feels dry for a moment once their eyes locks. Stiles tries to figure out what to call Derek’s eye colour and how is it possible that with the green and the blue there is also grey and gold giving him the same effect as a kaleidoscope. Plumb pink lips swollen and parted from bitting and licking nerviously. Honey brown eyes scanning the alpha up and down like a predator behind heavy lidded eyes. Derek looks away, swallowing hard. And that, my friends, that’s something Stiles is going to have in mind for future reference.

He can feel his throat close and the voice of his wolf growling claim claim claim and mine mine mine over and over. The heat taking over almost completely. This is such a bad idea, he is so sure. He runs a hand down his face, trying to focus. His skin prickling with the need to touch and his gums trying to flash out his fangs, to claim and mark down what clearly isn’t his to do. He balls his hands into fists, trying to ground himself.

“How would you like to proceed?”, Derek’s eyes again lock with his. Stiles feels taken aback because it is almost like if he was about to devour him. You need to keep this proffesional, Stilinski. This time he is the one adverting his eyes away.

“Just… stay there”, said Stiles, his long and lean figure standing up and walking slowly towards Derek. Stiles’ dick is hard and red, a normal response to the heat, but he’s sure it would have happened even without it involved. He’s mesmerized to see that Derek’s is erect and pulsing too. How many times had Derek been professional knotting for him to be so casual about this? Casual and calm but also looking like he would pounce and fuck the shit out of someone at any moment? It makes his insides churn with a bit of jealousy. He’s definetely going insane because of the heat. He swallows hard again in an unsuccessful attempt to avoid thinking, trying to stay calm even with those kaleidoscopic eyes now scrutinizing his face up close. Stiles’ not sure when they got so close or if it was him or Derek the one who took it further. He bites down a moan when the alpha starts scenting his neck with little to none delicacy. He’s going to have beard burn for days. A small whimper escapes from his lips.

Fuck.

“Stiles”, a voice hoarse and cracked says. Stiles can feel his knees tremble at how wrecked Derek sounds. Like Stiles was more than just a client. Was it supposed to be like this? Feel so personal? Something pulls inside his chest and makes him want to get on board with the crazy ideas on his mind and forget whatever fucking rules they should follow. Like biting every inch of skin and bruise the rest with kisses until his primal side feels satisfied. Like carving his back with blunt nails and make Derek smell like him for the rest of his life.

Derek let out a soft growl, making his wolf howl, loud completely restless. Insisting to claim this man, to make him his. Persistent to a point in wich it ached, his skin prickling with unstoppable desire. This is definitely one of the worst idea he ever had, but Derek’s already under his skin. It’s too late now. He can’t leave. He can’t stop it. He don’t want it to stop.

With his mind attune to his primal side, it was easy to stop thinking and get going. He wanted to howl out loud. Bracing his hands on Derek’s shoulders, Stiles put his legs around the alpha’s sides. The arousal written all over his face. He can see Derek clawing the matress to keep himself from touching Stiles and that won’t do. Moving his hips a bit for both of them to feel the lust pool down in their groins. Alpha red eyes flashing at the feel of his insides breaching. Stiles gives a mischievous half smile before starting to lower himself on Derek’s shaft; his hole damp, clenching in anticipation, needing to be fucked raw and hard, to take the heat away.

His mind trying to convey if it is something normal, but losing the train of thought at how good it starts to feel. Derek growls low, which makes him huff a small laugh that dies into a moan. He wants to provoke Derek, get under his skin too. If it is the only way he could get him to remember his awkward self, so be it. “You can’t touch, big guy; s'on the ground rules”

Derek growls even louder, which makes Stiles’ insides vibrate. Everything feels amplified, smells stronger. Would Derek’s taste get stronger too? A whine escapes from his lips, thinking about testing it out. He wants to lick, to kiss, to suck and bite.

Great.

Just great.

It was supposed to be something easy to do. That’s what pamphlets said about health centers. Lying liars who lie. It was supposed to be a big “fuck you” to his heat not plain torture. Not literally because he gets to fuck Derek at least. Sort of. Does it counts when you do it all yourself? The torture is the idea of not being able to touch or mark his skin. It’s driving him crazy. The rhythm of Stiles’ movements get quicker each time a new wave of heat crash over him. The frenzy that pushes his mind into wanting to just come and be knotted is another whole new level of mental distress. In Stiles’ perfect scenario, Derek would take things slowly, make Stiles babble and beg to be fucked and marked. He wants to cry his name out like a prayer and leave no place free of the smell of him and come and them together. But they’re being so impersonal that it’s slowly killing him.

Derek leans near to the pulse point on Stiles’ neck, supporting his forehead there. Stiles stills for a moment before resuming the movement of his hips. He tries to think of a loophole to get around the rules. Something. Anything. His eyes close tightly while his mind tries to break the fact of this just being something professional. They’re not patient and a knotting somewhat-doctor. They’re not. But it doesn’t matter how hard he wishes, they are. His heightened senses flooding with Derek’s everything makes Stiles’ insides twist in a mess of angst and deep desire. The one you can’t shake away. The smell and the sound of skin hitting skin. The moans and whimpers. He can’t handle it. Too much out of his control. Stiles wants to know how Derek does it. How does he stays focused and pretend like this is a nice day in the office with a coffee mug in hand? He wants to know and wants to yell at him for it. But before he can say anything, another growl slips out of Derek’s throat as his hips buck up, slamming in to Stiles. Followed quickly by a surprising, growled out “Mine”, making Stiles gasp and completely stop moving.

And he knows.

Stiles knows how fucked up this is but can’t find a fuck to give. The alpha teeth dragging across the sensitive skin of his collar bones. His tongue caressing the places roughly scraped. A constant rumble on his chest making everything inside Stiles’ vibrate with him. He’s clawing Derek’s shoulders and back while Derek’s hands are on Stiles’ hips, clawing back. A combined loud moan fills the room.

This is wrong and he knows he should stop.

But the sudden urge to make Derek fall apart the same way Stiles is and mark him up so he can’t forget he is his. It’s stronger than anything he ever felt before and it clouds his mind from all reasoning. He starts scenting Derek feverishly. Nosing along his neck, licking and nudging his jaw. Only to suddenly claim Derek’s mouth almost painfully. A clash of fangs, teeth and tongue. The movement of their hips stop, allowing their primal side go. Derek is clearly as intensely affected by all of this, touching every little piece of skin he can - running a hand down Stiles’ back, squeezing his ass, scraping his thighs, scratching his happy trail, pinching his nipples. But never his shaft. Just close enough to make Stiles beg for more. When Derek somehow seems satisfied, he sums up the movement of his hips into deep strokes that draw gasps and moans out of Stiles’ mouth. He can feel something inside himself melt. His wolf side’s ecstastic. Mine. Mine. Take. Mark. Bite. Mark. Scent. Give. Scent. Mine. Mine. He’s not sure when he started, but he can hear his own voice babbling the words out. Wrecked to the core.

A small whimper catches his attention and the next thing he knows, Stiles’ is pinned down on the bed with Derek biting down on his shoulder. Hips stuttering, Stiles feels the swelling of the knot forming in him just as both of them are coming. White lines now covering their bare chests. Stiles can feel joy and pride forming in his chest at the scene. Derek is his and he’s Derek’s. A strange purr comes out of him while scenting Derek’s neck, still holding onto him. He can feel the cloud of arousal dissapearing slowly. The calm and the afterglow turning in to sheer panic.

Oh shit.

How high was he on hormones? He can feel Derek tense slightly under his touch. Derek retracts his fangs looking at the bruise on Stiles’ shoulder. He looks at it too and yeah, that’s definitely a mark that’s never going to leave. Neither physically nor emotionally. Stiles’ face blushes, a small smile tugging at his lips. The same bruised, bitten and parted lips after kissing Derek senseless just moments before. They’re both breathing heavingly. And Derek keeps looking at him, probably in the same way that Stiles is. With awe and surprise. And something fond that make him feel all gooey.

He tentatevely takes one of his hands and cups Derek’s face, who nuzzles into it and relaxes completely. Stiles can feel his heart rate increasing and his insides flip. He wants this forever so much. The soft alpha wolf by his side, nuzzling and cuddling. His other hand slowly traces every feature on Derek’s face. From his eyebrow and the crinkles at the side of his eyes, to his lips and the stubble around it. Every little detail that makes him beautiful. Stiles’ is sure the memory of it all will never leave his mind.

“That wasn’t– We shouldn’t–,” he can hear Derek’s voice crack and go soft before he finishes the sentence. Words dying somewhere along the way between reason and feelings. Warm hands caress Stiles’ side slowly. Derek hides his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck and he can’t avoid the delightful smile that appears on his face.

Everything starts to fall in to place. The tugging in his chest. The jealousy. His wolf going nuts. Even how sappy he is feeling right in this moment. It finally makes sense. It wasn’t normal. That literally wasn’t supposed to happen. Not in such a big world, with so many chances. But what exactly in his life was ever normal? The answer is exactly nothing. And there they were. Making theirs a one in a million case.

He laughs out loud, shaking their bodies with it. Derek rumbles still tucked in Stiles’ neck, making Stiles grin. “Don’t be such a sourwolf.”

Unique and awkward but perfect in their own way.

Mates.

This was definetely his best worst idea ever.

[teamkaiforever]

MEET THE PARENTS

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader  ( x Klaus Mikaelson & Caroline Forbes)

WORD COUNT : 1890

AU : Klaus is still a hybrid , Caroline is born from a werewolf bloodline and they have a child together. Caroline dies in childbirth breaking Klaus’ heart but just when everyone think she is dead , Caroline wakes up and they realise that she had died with the baby’s blood (who has Klaus’ vampire blood) in her system. Later on she turns into a vampire.  Years go by and Reader grows up into a young woman. After Kai gets out of the Prison world , he meets Reader and falls in love with her.   *not my gif __________________________ Kai thought the day Bonnie finally let him out of the Prison World she had him stuck in for over 20 years was the happiest day in his life , but he was wrong. The happiest day in his life wasn’t the day he had gotten his revenge on the Gemini coven , it wasn’t even the day thanks to the Maxwell bell he got out of Hell either. No. The happiest day was when Kai had met her. Y/N. Kai had spent his first few weeks back enjoying every moment. Even the people walking and talking loudly on the streets made him feel happy , it was so nice to hear the buzzing sound of conversations , laughter … to see people running around like ants.  None of the things that usually would bother him did. Kai sat on a  bench in the town square , that’s when he first saw her. There was something different about her , in the way she walked and looked at the world around her. She sat on a bench not far away from him , letting a small pile of books down next to her. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. At some point she looked in his direction and smiled. What kind of a person smiles at a complete stranger ? he thought looking around to see if there was someone else. There wasn’t. She took one of her books , opened it and started reading. Kai waited a few minutes. The girl had peeked his interest , so he decided to go and talk to her. “Hi.” he said smiling at the girl. “Do you mind if I … Can I sit here?” She glanced at him and nodded with a smile. “Sure. I’m just waiting for my mom.” said closing the book. “Are you new in town ?” “Um no … not really.” Telling someone you’ve spent the past 20 somewhat years locked away in a magical prison world was not the way to start a good conversation , he thought to himself. “ I’ve been away for a while.” he laughed nervously. “Sorry , manners. I’m Kai.” he said outstreching a hand to shake hers. “Y/N.” the girl said smiling , shaking his hand. Suddenly Kai felt all warm and fuzzy. What was happening to him ? Something wasn’t right… but at the same time deep down he knew that finally in his life something was right. He sneaked a peek at the book Y/N was reading. A school book about history. She noticed him starring at it. “Using every free moment to study.” Y/N laughed nervously. They talked for a while and every time Y/N smiled or laughed Kai got the same warm and fuzzy feeling , his heart beating a little bit faster.Y/N glared in the distance. “Oh there she is.” she said starting to gather her books. “My mom , I mean.” she added after seeing Kai’s confused expression. He followed her gaze and saw someone familiar but definitely not friendly walking towards them. “Yeah , I have to go too.” Kai said starting to get up but he was too late. Caroline was standing a few steps away from him and Y/N. He prepared for the inevitable burst of anger from her. “What are you doing talking to my daughter !?” Caroline nearly screamed at Kai , yanking Y/N’s hand away from him. Kai looked confused. She was Caroline’s daughter ? What ?! Caroline looked pretty much the same as the last time he’d seen her. It wasn’t possible , was it ? “It’s OK , mom.He is a friend of mine.” Y/N said calmly , looking embarrassed. “Sorry , over protective mom.” she added. Kai’s eyes darted between her and her mother , clear shock on his face. Of all the people in this town … What are the chances ?! he thought “He is NOT a friend. That’s Kai who put that awful spell on Elena and he is the reason why Bonnie will never get to see her again !” Kai started to say something but Caroline didn’t let him. “Stay away from my daughter!” Y/N turned towards him mouthing “Ignore her. I’ll call you later.”  *** (A few hours later …) *** Kai had expected Y/N to reject him. Caroline clearly would’ve told her everything about him , all the things he had done … so the surprise when Y/N walked ino the Grill and headed straight for him with a smile on her face was huge for him. “So ..” she started “ I realised something on my way home. We never exchanged phone numbers.” Y/N laughed , starring at Kai’s startled expression. He laughed , unsure what was happening. “I just … I just assumed after Caroline told you who I was , my past… ” he said trailing off , still unable to believe that Y/N had come back looking for him. “Oh please , my father has done worse things.” she smiled. “Plus I am not one to judge…and I really want to get to know you.” “I want to get to know you too.” Kai said smiling too. They spent the rest of the evening talking , laughing and learning about each other. Y/N was a witch , just like him but she also had the werewolf gene. Kai told her about his family , his childhood , the Prison worlds (tho he was vague about it) ; how he had turned into a vampire but being a siphon before he was now both , a hybrid. He felt like he could tell her anything which was new to him and the more they talked , the more this warm and fuzzy feeling he had in his stomach grew bigger.It took him a few moments to realise what this feeling was , he had only experienced it once in his life but it hadn’t worked out. Suddenly all Kai wanted was to kiss Y/N , pull her close and never let her go.

“Hey , we are closing up in a few minutes.” said the bartender. Kai looked at the clock. Was it really nearly 11.30PM ? Y/N looked at him , disappointment on her face. Clearly she didn’t want the night to end yet either. Kai thought about compelling the bartender to let them say longer but he decided against it. As much as he wanted to spend more time with her , it wasn’t the right thing to do at the time. They walked outside. There was a slight chill in the air but it was still warm. “I don’t want to go home yet.” Y/N said smiling , “Do you want to take a late night walk with me?” Kai smiled and nodded. Y/N started walking away but he grabbed her hand , making her turn and face him. He couldn’t wait any longer… “There is something I’ve wanted to do all evening.” Kai said , touching her face. Y/N’s heart beating faster than ever with every second. He leaned in and kissed her softly , before pulling away. They stared at each other for a few moments, Kai trying to understand her reaction but her face was unreadable. He started to get worried he had overstepped or that she didn’t feel the same away about him and just when was about to start apologising , Y/N wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him , pulling him closer to him. He pulled her closer too , kissing her deeply letting all he wanted to say but couldn’t to be said by the kiss.

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They kept their relationship a secret because Y/N’s mother didn’t approve of Kai.  She didn’t care tho. They loved each other and were happy together , it is all that mattered to her. About a month after they had started dating Y/N only told one other person - her father , Klaus Mikaelson. Somehow she felt he’d understand it and he did. After all he knew all about being the bad guy and changing into a better person. However , he was still her father and Klaus Mikaelson… “If he hurts you in any way, I will rip his head off.” he had told her. “Be sure to get in line , I think mom might beat you to it.” Y/N had said , laughing nervously before her dad had hugged her. Eventually Caroline accepted she can’t control her daughter and has to let her deal with things on her own. She still didn’t approve of the relationship but if it was what made Y/N happy …

*** (About 3 months later …) ***

It was Thanksgiving , Kai’s favorite holiday and Y/N ’s family had invited him over for dinner. He had been reluctant to say YES at first , but Y/N convinced him and he had to admit , he was curious to get to know her family. She had talked about her uncle Elijah and his wife Hayley,  about her other uncle Kol and her two aunts - Freya and Rebekah. To him her family seemed perfect even tho Y/N corrected him every time. “It’s not perfect.” she’d say. “Maybe perfectly disfunctional but we stick together , always & forever.” Still seems perfect to me. Kai thought.

In the evening Y/N had gone to Kai’s house. She couldn’t stay away from him for more than a few hours and he was more than happy to have her around. He was dead but Y/N made him feel alive , more alive than when he had actually been alive.

“What if your dad doesn’t like me? I mean … I know your mother hates my guts for all the stuff I did to Elena and .. Bon Bon but…” said Kai nervously. Y/N fixed his tie. “He will like you” she said smiling. “Trust me…” Y/N took his hand and they headed for the Mikaelsons.

When they arrived , Klaus and Caroline were in the living room talking. Klaus shot up straight and headed towards them the moment Y/N and Kai walked inside. “Its about time you brought your boyfriend for a visit.” said Klaus looking very serious. “My lovely wife ” he said motioning to Caroline , who had a glass with wine in her hand. “tells me you are a pshychotic killer…” Y/N’s eyes widened. “Dad !” She knew this dinner party was going to be awkward but this was exceeding expectations awkward. “You promised-” Kai felt even more nervous than before and a little scared. Klaus was an Original and could easily compell him or kill him. He decided not to show his fear and instead he laughed and squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I was , but since I met Y/N … things started to change. She makes me a better person.” he said turning to meet her eyes. She smiled and wrapped her hands around him. It was the truth. Y/N was making him a better person and even tho he liked who he was before , Kai liked even more who she was changing him into. Caroline scoffed rolling her eyes. “People don’t change that fast , Kai. I swear if -” “Sweetheart , ” Klaus interruped her. “I thought we’d agreed to give him a chance first. You gave me one , remember ?” Caroline finished her glass with wine at once , glanced at Klaus and said “Fine. One chance.” then she turned to Kai. “If you screw up , you are dead.” Kai swallowed hard and nodded. “Got it.” Klaus laughed and pulled Kai into a hug. “Welcome to the family , Malachai Parker.”

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NOTE : It was so much fun writing this one ! :) I think at some point there might be a part two or another story continuing the events in this one , no promises tho … ;) _____________________

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