#no one wants to fight a village if there’s a risk of a large werewolf man barrelling out of the woods and murdering all of them

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Okay so like I’m considering having Aaron with Janus-equivalent strength (minus the bonus strength Janus gets from being a juror) solely because I want to maladaptive daydream them having a 1v1 whilst I pace around my kitchen

[adonis-koo]

Moon Child • knj

↳ Summary: You had never dreamed of a day where you weren’t an Omega, beneath the boots of all your brothers and sisters. In an untimely manner your life is quickly turned upside down at the unexpected Blood Moon Alpha being your mate. With a new home you are summoned to the Kingdom of Vampires all while struggling to get to know your new mate.

↳ Genre: werewolf!AU, a pinch of angst, fluff, smut, alpha!namjoon and omega reader dynamic, soulmate au, 

↳ Word Count: 16k

↳ Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

↳ Tags: whew okay um, brief thigh riding, dom!namjoon, alpha is used as a title, rough sex, vaginal fingering, doggy style (what else were y’all expecting?), heat sex, mating, a lil degradation (he calls her a bitch a lot), namjoon likes to call her little :(, size kink, a lil possession, breeding kink, begging, multiple orgasms, namjoon’s cum makes MC go feral??, 

Last Installment

Note: aaaah this has taken me over a year to write lmfaooo but it’s so worth it! I can never make a short fic for my husband so I hope you all enjoy! 

Run. Feet aching, heart rate spiked and head pounding and yet all you could do was keep running as if your life depended on it. In fact, it did depend on it. Your whole life, your freedom- or what little you had left of it, it all depended on how fast your legs could take you. The cool seeping air that was first sight of winter made your cheeks feel chapped and throbbing, your body near numb with a chill and yet all you could do was shove the branches away from your face away.

You made it obvious, you knew it too, there was no way they couldn’t hear the way your feet crunched over the fallen dead leaves and twigs, the little cuts of your skin was the biggest no-no above all else when escaping a pack- your pack to be exact. You see wolves thrived on scent, it’s how they hunt and track, Werewolves, are no different. 

You didn’t know where you were going but you were going to get there somehow. You could hear them in the distance, they were close. Too close. But the rattling up ahead had you spooked as well. You could smell a human and.... something else. A vampire maybe? No, it was strange. Your mind was frantic and you couldn’t go back from where you came. 

Shoving through the branches you nearly yelped as you smashed into the doe eyed girl who looked just as scared as you, you could hardly register the throbbing pain of falling down before scrambling away, a whine escaping you as you heard howling in the distance, “Please…” your words weak as you glanced up to the male. 

Silver hair and magenta eyes caused him to stick out like a sore thumb in the flora of green, he was immediately at the girls side helping her up as his nose wrinkled, eyes flicking to yours before the girls as he spoke,  “Sorry darling but I don’t deal in wolf affairs.”

The girl however couldn’t help but let her lips part, glancing between you and the male before she tugged in his shirt, “Jimin…” She murmured softly, your head frantically shot up at the sound of stampeding paws pounding against the soft earth, they were closing in, “She looks like she needs help...” 

Your lips quivered and now that you were on the ground you weren’t sure you could get up any further, your legs ached and your mouth dry and parched, the male gave you a sympathetic look before glancing at the women as he frowned, “Sorry love but wolves have their own court system, nothing we can do about it. Sorry.” He only spared you a brief word before grabbing the girl by her arms and just as you blinked they had dissolved into nothing but black dust and a leftover trail of something foul as you let out a loud whine.

“There she is! I found her!” You scrambled backwards at the sight of your packs head Beta, eyes viscous as he snarled at you. Whining you lowered your gaze as you curled up against yourself. You had one chance and you ruined it. Now what would become of you? It was like a flash, all of your pack hunters surrounding you as they gritted their teeth and snarled, tears blurring in your eyes as you curled into yourself. 

You had one chance and just like always, you ruined it.

 “Look at the pathetic bitch,” You could the two Beta girls snicker, fingers pointed in your direction as you lowered your gaze, feeling your lips begin with quiver slightly as they began laughing once more, “Her head must be empty if she thought she could outrun us. Omega, fetch us our drinks please.” She shouted, as if just to mock you further. 

Tonight was a celebration, and it wasn’t a celebration without the pack’s laughing stock. You, of course. Trying to run away was foolish, it wasn’t like an omega could survive on their own, but you were willing to risk it. Even if it meant just a taste of freedom before you died. Yet just like everything else, you failed miserably. 

The torn leather collar was just an added humiliation, a show of power and a show of just how low you were in the pack. You weren’t usually one for self pity, but you couldn’t deny the envy in your veins when you saw other omega’s in the pack. 

Omega’s were the lowest of low, they were considered dirt, but even they didn’t have it as bad as you, they continued their daily duties of watching the younger children, washing the pack’s clothes and any other domestic duties. You had all of these responsibilities as well the only difference was that they weren’t the Alpha’s favorite punching bag. 

Walking up ahead you held your tray, approaching the two Beta’s who were currently laughing at you before you gasped, feeling a jerking sensation of your body suddenly toppling over due to the Beta’s foot conveniently sticking out just as you walked up to them. 

The wooden cups toppled down spilling all over your dress before thudding to the ground making the two girls howl out laughing, “Lost your footing bitch? Awh the poor little omega is going to cry!” Your fists curled in absolute fury as your eyes blurred making them laugh further as you glared at the ground. A wad of spit hitting your cheek as the Beta girl spat at you, “Serves you right you filthy traitor. Abandoning your pack. How shameful!” 

They both cackled as they walked away, tears of anger dripping down your cheeks as your hands shook with rage as you harshly wiped the spit off your face. This was life, tormented by people all due to your rank. 

You couldn’t help it, you were born an omega. It wasn’t your fault you were born weaker than everyone else, that you couldn’t fight, that your sense of smell wasn’t as good or your sight, it wasn’t your fault you were worthless. Why did everyone's entertainment have to come at your expense? 

Sniffling slightly you rubbed the tears from your eyes as you sighed, attempting to not let the frustration get to you. It wasn’t like you could change your birth right regardless. But perhaps in time, people would simply forgot of your existence. Your dress would be stained now and the cups wouldn’t pick itself up after all, life had to go on whether you were the ass of every joke or not. 

The last thing you needed was a Beta walking by and scowling at how incompetent you were, “Miss Y/n..! Do you need help!” You glanced up at the bright pair of doe eyes, little Hueningkai stared down at you with that shy smile of his. 

You couldn’t help the tiny smile that pulled on your lips as you shook your head, “Don’t worry Kai, I’m fine…” You lowered your gaze a little as you sighed, standing up as you brushed off the specks of dirt from your skirt, your gaze softening a little as you glanced down at the little five year old, “You should get back to your mother. She wouldn’t want you talking to me.” 

Hueningkai frowned, those big eyes of his dimming a little before he stomped his foot, “My mom can’t make me! You’re nice Y/n why is everybody so mean to you…!” He frowned eyes looking somewhat glossed at the blatant mistreatment of you, your heart softened a little as you kneeled down, offering the boy a small smile. 

He was too young, too innocent to understand how packs- how your pack worked. Some days you couldn’t help but wonder if the little boy’s heart would always stay this soft, or if in time, he’d become cruel like everyone else.

“This is how the pack works Kai, don’t worry about me. I can handle myself. Now run along, the Blood Moon pack will be here soon and I’m sure your mom will want you close.” He parted his lips to object before sighing, bouncing a little in his spot before he nodded. You sighed as you watched him scurry away where the crackle of the large bonfire was in the distance and the moon was high in the sky tonight. 

Patrols would be heavy tonight and despite this being a celebration you weren’t a fool to the tension in the air. Blood Moon was one of the strongest packs in the realm, not only this but they recently made an ally with the vampiric Jeon Dynasty of Arestella which was a feat in itself. This was a big step for werewolves. You ran in packs and it was rare that society accepted your kind in their towns and villages for long.

But now having Blood Moon formally recognized, not just by civilization but by the Vampires, the most respected species? It was a massive honor and everyone wanted to jump to be allies with Blood Moon in hopes of also getting an ally with the Jeon Dynasty. Including your pack. 

Blood Moon was coming here to evaluate if your pack would be worthy of becoming allies. If it were up to you, you’d tell their Alpha to not waste his time and find a more compassionate pack then your own. If you were going to rot alone in this pack forever then you might as well make everyone just as miserable. 

Your pack was strong, but not enough to take on one like Blood Moon, perhaps that’s why the guard rotation would be high tonight, in hopes of making your pack look stronger then it was in reality. Who knows, if this went bad maybe they’d just kill you all. Maybe they’d kill you and put you out of your misery. 

The flames of the bonfire exploded as you watched the crowd pile around in the distance, cheers were loud and drums banged as you picked up the cups, gently holding one in each hand as you sighed, the wood had been brittle and cracks had become apparent as they bounced against a large tree root. Standing up you intended to throw away them in the waste bin not too far away from you but you stopped in your tracks at the strong smell. No, scent.

It was like firewood and cedar mixed together, maybe even a little pine if you sniffed hard enough. Your nose wouldn’t stop twitching at such a dreamy scent, you could almost smell the twinge of ash from here. How weird. You rubbed your nose as you dumped the cups into the bin. 

No matter how hard you tried though the smell wouldn’t go away, not that you minded of course. It smelt amazing, you just couldn’t help but wonder what- or who- was causing it. Maybe...No...who were you kidding? It was said mate’s had heightened smells, to find one another, but, you surely didn’t have a mate. And even if you did...You doubt they’d ever want you. The crowd seemed to morph into an even larger state as unfamiliar wolves joined in. Blood Moon must have arrived.

“What are you doing standing around bitch? The Alpha wants you.” You sighed as you lowered your gaze, the head Beta snarled at you, grabbing your arm roughly as he yanked you along making a small whimper escape your mouth. You were dragged through the crowd as they made a path for you both as you came up to the large bonfire, everyone standing at a distance due to its immense heat that licked at the air nearby. 

You strangled another whine as you were thrown at the boots of your pack’s Alpha, shakily you sat up on your knees wrapping your arms around yourself as you refused to look up at him. You could hear him chuckle as he kneeled down grabbing your chin harshly, “This is our pack's little bitch. I’m sure she’ll keep your beta’s nice and happy, won’t you?” He growled menacingly as you lowered your gaze once more, lips quivering as you sucked in a harsh breath. 

That scent from earlier suddenly suddenly invaded your sense once more, this time even more heady than before. It was all you could smell and even tenfold. Your thighs suddenly felt weak and arousal pooled uncomfortably between your legs.

“That won’t be necessary.” A strong deep voice cut in, making all the cheers from your pack stop as a new pair of thick boots stood in front of you. A squeak leaving your lips as you were suddenly pulled to stand up, large hands wrapped around your arms and you were glancing up at the tall daunting figure of the Alpha of Blood Moon. 

A hand quickly cupped your chin as your lips began to tremble, you heard him scoff, a twitch of irritation on his face as he lifted your chin higher as if inspecting the bruises you dawned.

You were confused and scared and yet oddly aroused, being face to face with the werewolves strongest Alpha and he seemed angry. Silently furious even, what had you done to even warrant this? Breath? Your lips trembled in fear as thoughts invaded your mind frantically, you were dead, you were really dead now. 

You hadn’t even said a word- “If this is how you’ve been treating my mate, then we have no business to attend with you.” Your lips parted, openly gaping at the said alpha who just claimed….you...you were his mate…

Oh...oh my god...you were his mate! You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs at how much of a complete idiot you had been for ignoring his scent earlier yet you were frozen in place staring up at the tall figure of Blood Moon’s Alpha, Kim Namjoon. 

He was even more handsome in person then what you had heard, you had an amazing angle of his razor sharp jawline and truthfully you couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated and aroused all at the same time. His k-nines looked just as sharp if not even more so and his tongue was tucked into his cheek, showing a dimple yet his expressions couldn’t convey anything but annoyance.

Your pack's Alpha’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head before he sneered, a gritty smile on his lips as he forced a laugh, “This? Is your mate? Namjoon surely you’re joking. We Alpha’s don’t associate with weaklings like them, they only slow our packs down.” You couldn’t help but lower your head in shame...He was right...you didn’t deserve to have someone like Kim Namjoon, Alpha of the great Blood Moon pack be your mate. You were nothing in compared to the leaps and bounds he had made in the werewolves history. 

“Omega’s are what we need to keep our humanity, they’re the softness we need in our pack to remind us that we’re still human. Omega’s are the caretakers of the sick and the hurt, they’re the ones that remind us peace is just as much of an option as war. I couldn’t be more proud to have an Omega as my mate.” Your gaze shot up to the wolfish appearance of Namjoon, his hair had been neatly styled but there were still a few stray hairs that gave him that wolfish look.

You couldn’t help but feel somewhat timid under the hellfire gaze of your pack’s Alpha, but oddly enough, having Namjoon stand beside you made you feel oddly...safe...Warm even, as if it was radiating off his body and you felt the urge to nestle against his side. As if it were meant to be.

Your wariness however stopped you from attempting to do so. You may know who Namjoon is, but you don’t know him personally. Is this just a set up? To get you to act out before you’re cruelly punished. You haven’t said a peep yet and you certainly don’t intend too. Especially with both pack’s present and not a single soul speaking, everyone's eyes wide at the situation that has unraveled so quickly.

“I’m surprised the Jeon’s choose your pack,” He sneered, eyes darkening as he growled, “Any Omega sympathizers are usually outcasts. What makes you think you can take my Omega?” He punctuated the word carefully making your heart squeeze a little. 

“What makes you think I can’t take her?” Namjoon suddenly snarled, his voice guttural making you jump, his eyes flashing a dangerous red as he bared his k-nines, “My pack is the strongest for a reason and I’ll make a demonstration of that just as easily. But because my mate is present I’ll make you a deal. And you sure as hell better take it. You let me take my mate, and I’ll leave this pack without a slaughter. No deals are being made and you won’t be allied, but you’ll be alive so there’s that.” Namjoon gave an icy condescending smile making your pack’s Alpha twitch in irritation. 

It was silent for a moment before he bared his teeth, your pack’s Alpha hated being made a fool and right now he looked like a whole circus as he snapped, “Go! Take the bitch, we don’t need her anyways.” Namjoon’s eyes cut at his words but he said no more. Waving a hand you squeaked at the sudden appearance of another wolf, Namjoon glancing at him briefly before down at you, “Take her to the camp set up.” 

You hadn’t even said a word and just like that, your life had been completely changed. Yet ironically enough, walking with the wolf as everyone's eyes glared down at you, you wouldn’t miss this hell hole for a second. 

You were wringing your hands as you paced in the lavished tent, a rug was even thrown down and there was a desk filled with plenty of papers, a foldable cot was set down at the end of the tent. You had never been somewhere so...luxurious before. You were subjected to sleeping on the ground most days and you were considerably lucky if it was closed to the bonfire. But not only was this tent set up close to the fire, there was a bed. 

You had never slept in a bed before. Well, a cot. But it was the same thing to you. You just couldn’t stop stressing though. Were you really mated to Kim Namjoon? Was he the one you’d spend the rest of your days with? You felt unsure, you needed to get to know him. To know if this was it. 

Werewolves had derived the term Mate, it was the closest you'll ever find to a soulmate. The Moon Goddess, had a mate planned for every wolf, someone who was your perfect match. The one you were meant to spend your life with. You personally, just always assumed you’d die both young and alone. It was hard believing Namjoon….Kim Namjoon, was your mate. 

You perked up at the sound of footsteps coming from a few feet away from the tent, they were surprisingly light compared to what you expected. Turning around you were met with the tent flap opening, your lips immediately quivering as your gaze timidly dropped at the sight of Namjoon entering. 

You could hear him chuckle softly making you fidget. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do....Okay it was a dumb question, you knew what you were supposed to do. Mates would consummate and mark one another when they meet, mating was a universal thing to all creatures alike. But… you didn’t want to do that with someone you just met…

No matter how much your instincts were going crazy right now with the need to bend over his bed and present yourself in need. 

“You look scared,” Namjoon murmured softly, you jumped at his hand cupping your cheek, you hadn’t realized he was right in front of you until now, “Mmm, I won’t hurt you.” His growl was low, almost instinctive at the way his nose nudged against your hair, “I’ve been waiting to find my mate for a very long time. What’s your name?” 

His hands tenderly wrapped around your arms, his nose continuously nudging your hair as if drowning himself in your scent. You weren’t sure if his gesture was meant to be comforting, a part of you wanting to lean into his touch but the other had been bruised your whole life from touch. How were you supposed to learn to be okay with it again?

Your body naturally tensed in his grip as you murmured, “Y/n…” You didn’t want to be difficult, you didn’t want your mate to think you were stubborn and unattractive, but...You also didn’t want to give in right away...you weren’t sure you were ready too. 

Namjoon nipped against your ear making you jump, a playful smirk on his lips as he replied, “I’ll just assume you already know my name.” He decided to attempt a bolder move, nipping at your neck, this time making you whine. Except it wasn’t the good kind, you attempted to push yourself away as your gaze lowered back down.

Namjoon immediately paused, frowning as he pulled away somewhat to look at you. Your considerably smaller figure timidly glancing at the ground, as if expecting some sort of reprimanding. It was from this moment Namjoon realized this was going to take a bit more time then he had hoped. His hormones and your scent were driving him utterly insane with the need to mount you. 

But your comfort was and would always be more important to him, he wanted you to trust him, to be unafraid of giving yourself to him. While Namjoon wished being mates would magically make all this happen, he knew it wouldn’t, “Why don’t you get undressed and lay down. I’m sure you haven’t gotten a good night's rest in awhile.” 

Yet he couldn’t resist the urge to stroke a tender hand through your hair, pushing it back away from your eyes so he could properly see your face. Timidly you glanced up at him, nibbling against your lip as they parted before closing for a brief moment before you forced yourself to speak, “B-but...what….what about…” Your face felt hot as you tried to finish your sentence. 

“That can wait,” Namjoon replied promptly, offering you a gentle smile, “You’re here now, there shouldn’t be a rush. And you don’t look comfortable. Is there anything I can do to help?” 

Your lips trembled slightly, you weren’t sure what it was. Namjoon’s kind smile, those pretty dimples that showed up on his cheeks as he glanced down at you, or if it was his tender touch against your hair, as if he was calming a scared child. You didn’t know what it was but your eyes were watering before you let out a sniffle. 

“Hey, shhh! Don’t cry.” Namjoon was immediately cupping your cheeks, a frown on his face at the sight of your tears but before he could ask why you were crying you launched into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you buried into his warm chest, into the divine scent that rolled off him in waves. 

“T-thank you. Thank you so much.” You couldn’t stop thanking him in muffled sniffles, unsure of what you have ever done to deserve such an incredibly compassionate mate. You had never met an Alpha like Namjoon before. Most were cold and intimidating, but he was different. There was a reason he was the strongest. 

Rather than lock away his emotions, he weaponized them. 

Namjoon wrapped his arms around you soothingly as he pressed a tender kiss against the top of your head, “Shhh, you’re never going back there again. You’re home my little omega.” You had the biggest, most dumb looking smile on your face as you nuzzled into his chest, your cheeks burning at his nickname he had easily provided you. But for the first time in your life, it didn’t sound demeaning, it sounded endearing. 

You couldn’t get enough of Namjoon’s touch, it wasn’t even sexual. No matter how much your body thought it’d be better if it was. Just his touch was healing, it made you want more and more of it. You kept nudging him every time he’d take his hand off of you, wanting to be continuously petted. 

You might not have consummated with your mate, but you did spend the night tenderly in one another’s embrace, Namjoon showering you in the touch you were starved of your whole life. You never thought you were interested in physical touch until now, you wanted all of it, you wanted his hands petting your side, stroking your hair, his lips peppering your face in kisses.

You felt like a pup again when you fell asleep against his chest. Your life had changed drastically in a single night and yet you didn’t feel overwhelmed in the slightest. This was meant to be, you were sure of it.

“Looks like a storm is brewing.” You jumped at the soft sound of Namjoon’s voice, calm and steady behind you as you turned around from your spot where you had been currently watching the clouds brew and darken. You have been with Blood Moon for a little more then two weeks now. Everything was so...different.

Everyone was kind, they treated you with the utmost respect which you found yourself dumbfound at. You understood to a degree, being mates with the Alpha meant you’d….you’d be the packs Luna. There was no one to guide you on how to be a Luna and perhaps that was what had been secretly daunting you. This wouldn’t be an easy task, what if everyone judged you for making a wrong move? 

You wouldn’t become Luna of course, until you were mated to Namjoon, which you hadn’t partook in yet. But it was still lingering in the back of your head. Things between you both had been, formal at best. There was still much physical affection at night...and the occasional rutting- from the both of you before you both stopped your instinctual nature. 

“I’ve always loved the rain,” You offered a meek smile, you still had a hard time finding a way to converse with Namjoon in an informal way, he often told you at night he preferred when you spoke freely but...It just all seemed so foreign to you.

Turning back around you let the cool wind blow against your face, lifting your chin a little as you sniffed the fresh air, you could smell the crisp evergreen and the combination of rain on the horizon, “But thunderstorms always scared me as a pup. I have exceptionally good hearing so I didn’t like loud noises back then.”

Much like any other Omega you were considerably weak, but all omega’s had at least one strong sense, and yours just so happened to be hearing. But you often thought it came at a disadvantage, all you ever heard was the laughter of your brothers and sisters who looked down their noses at you. 

At least omega’s with speed had a better chance at running and those with good sight could see predators a mile away. Yet all you could do was cover your ears in hopes to drown out the noise of the world.

 “And what about now?” Namjoon asked, offering you an endearing smile as he sat down on the fallen tree that you stood behind, taking a moment to admire his beautiful mate. Turning to face him you gave a somewhat sheepish smile, lowering your gaze a little. 

It was hard some days to even look Namjoon in the eyes, he still carried the pheromones of an Alpha and it constantly reminded you that you were below him. That if you even so much as annoyed him he could easily snap your neck and there was nothing you could do about it. You felt guilty sometimes, for thinking this way. But it wasn’t as if you could help it, you had spent your whole life getting thrown around by your old pack’s alpha. 

“It doesn’t scare me as much anymore as it just hurts at times.The only thing that isn’t completely useless about me is my hearing,” You offered a weak smile as you rubbed the back of your neck, looking back out over the storm ahead, the clouds becoming darker by the second before you watched a crack of lightning strike in the distance, “It’s much more sensitive to noise then most wolves.” 

It was true, that was your one exceptionally good ability, you could nearly hear things a mile away, sometimes you picked up on interesting conversations. You had even known Blood Moon was planning to visit your pack long before anyone else found out in the regular ranks. It wasn’t a totally useless ability. But still, good hearing often came with disadvantages like loud noises that always had you whimpering and covering your ears.

“You aren’t useless.” You jumped at the way Namjoon suddenly grabbed your shoulders, turning you around to face him, his expression almost appeared like a scowl, looking somewhat angry as he continued, “You’ve been saying degrading things about yourself ever since you got here. You are my mate,” He let out a soft growl as you lowered your gaze, feeling like a pup being scowled at the moment, “Don’t mistake your softness for weakness. You aren’t useless. I won’t stand for you saying these things about yourself.” 

A loud crackle of thunder rumbled making you jolt a little, a low whine emanating from you as you rubbed your ears, “That’s easier said than done. You haven’t lived the life I have.” You tugged away from him a little as you kept your gaze lowered, pretending to not notice the look of mild hurt on his face at your rejection of his comfort, “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” 

There were moments like this from time to time, moments of disconnect between you both. You couldn’t help but wonder somedays if the Moon Goddess made a mistake, if you were really meant to be with Namjoon. Especially when days like this happened. 

“Then help me understand,” You paused as Namjoon wrapped his arms around you from behind, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as he nudged your neck with his nose, “I only want the best for you Y/n.” But did he? You felt unsure of how to go forward with your budding relationship with Namjoon. Could you really open up to him? 

“I don’t know how,” You mumbled, feeling somewhat ashamed despite not knowing why. Maybe a part of you wished you did, you wanted to be with Namjoon, you really did. But the only thing stopping you was yourself. Glancing out over the dark clouds you sighed, feeling a droplet of rain splat against your cheek as you rubbed it away, “We should get back to camp to let the others know the storm is beginning. It’s going to be a long night.” 

Namjoon looked as if he had more to say but only nodded at your words, stopping for a moment before holding out a hand to you. Glancing down at it you nibbled against your lip before hesitantly letting your fingers lace in his. 

He offered you a small dimpled smile, free hand lovingly stroking through your hair before leading you back to where the pack was camped out.

You and a few of the scouts of the pack had searched for somewhere dry to stay before the storm fully hit, thunder kept rumbling from far away and the lightning was getting closer with each strike. 

Out of a pure stroke of luck you had found a large cave mass that went deep into the Northern Mountains. The rain had already started pouring down as everyone was being gathered into the mountain, Namjoon was soaking wet as he waved in the crowd of people, his eyes meeting your soaking figure as he paused, “You should go to the fire and get warm. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold pup.” 

He smiled down at your cute figure that glanced up at him, you rubbed your cheek somewhat shyly as you shook your head, you couldn’t afford to lay by a fire when so many others were being drenched in the ice cold rain, “I’m okay. We need to make sure everyone is safe first. I’m going out to check to make sure everyone is together.” Namjoon nodded in agreement, a smile still adorning his face as you pushed through the crowd as you made your way outside. 

A loud clap of thunder booming down making you jump with a whine as you covered your ears as you pressed forward through the harsh rain that dropped down like ice against your skin. It was freezing outside! Rubbing your arms you glanced around at the line of people as everyone gathered inside.

You could hear something abnormal but it was difficult to make out what it was between the rain pounding on the ground and the thunder that rumbled loudly, whining you covered your ears, feeling a headache come on as you pushed forward. Your senses were going wild, you could hear something. You knew you could. You just couldn’t figure out what. 

A loud clap of thunder roared causing you gasp, covering your ears as pain throbbed in your head, closing your eyes. You tried to tune out the noise but it only became heightened, “Help! Somebody please!” 

Your eyes snapped open as rain poured down, trying to relocate the sound before quickly following along the line of the crowd that was becoming shorter and shorter by the moment until you reached a little ways past the end, “Help! Please! Help!” You found an older wolf, a mother by the looks of it drenched in rain, looking frantic as you ran up to her, she grabbed your hands as she cried, “My pups! Please! She fell in the river nearby while we were waiting! My boy can’t keep her much longer!” 

You felt your heart burst- you should go get someone you can help! But…! There wasn’t enough time! “Lead the way!” You replied almost immediately. You’d just have to try your best for the sake of the young pup and the mother. She fumbled as she brought you down the steep hill, almost falling but catching yourself as your eyes caught the dimmed vision of a young boy crying out, “Mom! Mom! I can’t hold on any longer!” 

Not having the strength to keep up his little sister just as you were in reach of the crying girl his hand slipped, the heavy stream of water coursing causing her to immediately be washed away by the streams current. You could hear both the boy and mother scream before you did the stupidest thing in your life. 

Diving into the water coughed as your vision blurred with water and ran mixed, the water was ice cold and caused your teeth to immediately clack as you were rushed along, the little girl calling out with cries as her head bobbed up and down in the water.

“Hold on!” You called out coughing up water as you grabbed onto the log that was lodged in the river that the little girl managed to grab. Grabbing onto it you spat the river water that entered your mouth once more before managing to get closer to the little girl, her arms around your neck and you could hear her pitiful sobs as you held her. 

Your body was trembling and the whiplash of rain and the strong current was making your muscles weak as you tried to keep steady against the log, water continuously lashed against your face and rain in your eyes as you slowly but steadily used the log to guide you back to the land. Your muscles were ready to give out, not used to being used so much as you crawled onto the cold muddy ground. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The mother was the first to run over immediately crying out over the loud rain, grabbing her sobbing daughter as she hugged her close, “We own you so much Luna! Thank you! Oh..! Luna?” You couldn’t muster a word, your body trembling and your vision spotting before everything went dark. 

…

Whining a little your head felt fuzzy and your muscles ached with every little movement. It took a moment before you forced your eyes open meeting the dark ceiling above, a few stalagmites hanging above you as brief confusion washed over your figure. Your body trembled a little as you heard a tongue clack, “You should be closer to the fire.” 

You groaned a little as you rubbed your head, your vision a little bleared as you rubbed your eyes before glancing up to the familiar voice of Namjoon who had just finished placing a fresh piece of firewood onto the small little fire that wasn’t too far from you, “C’mere my little omega.” He scooped you up effortlessly making you whine. 

You didn’t have any energy to objection though as Namjoon sat down, his back against the cave wall and now closer to the fire where your body was trembling as much, “You’re soaked to the bone,” He tutted, letting a hand press against your forehead before sighing, “You should’ve got someone to help you Y/n. You could’ve been killed diving into that water on your own.” 

You trembled once more, shifting a little in Namjoon’s grip before nudging your nose against his neck, the overwhelming scent of cedar and firewood relaxing your senses as you buried against your mate, “If I had gone to go get help that girl would’ve died.” You mumbled in weak objection against his neck, closing your eyes tiredly as you felt Namjoon’s hand begin to tenderly stroke through your hair, “Besides, I’m alive still, aren’t I?” 

You smiled weakly as you glanced up at Namjoon, he didn’t return the sentiment though, his eyes were a deep mahogany brown, piercing your gaze with his own and the fire reflecting and exaggerated his high cheekbones that much more.

“That doesn’t mean you will be in the future,” He growled, this time in a more stern voice causing your lips to quiver as they dropped, “Take somebody with you next time. I…” He sighed, his expression relaxing once more as he buried into your hair, “I couldn’t live with myself if you died and I just- I just let you. You’re my mate, I’m supposed to take care of you.” 

You frowned at his words, feeling somewhat conflicted. You had dreamt your whole life of being taken care of, of wanting someone to care, to comfort and coddle your every step. But...You didn’t have that sentiment growing up, and now actually having it…”But I’m okay. Namjoon,” You pulled away a little, your hair still damp and clinging to your face as you pushed it away, “I can take care of myself. I’ve had too my whole life.” 

You lowered your gaze a little as you tugged on a strand of your hair, “I...I know...that I’ve been a bit distant. And that we should already be mated by now. And I know that I haven’t been the easiest to get to know but, I just...I just need time, to get to know you, to become comfortable with the pack...I’ve been on my own for so long, it’s overwhelming in ways that it shouldn’t be.” 

You felt insecure about how you felt, truthfully. You should be grateful, you should be happy that you’ve somehow, against all odds, found your mate. That you should let him mate with you and get a move on with your new life. But it was difficult, in ways you felt like it shouldn’t be but it was hard getting used to such friendly smiles, to having your mate tenderly take care of you. Being called Luna, was rather overwhelming. 

“Y/n,” Namjoon sighed, his forehead resting on yours as his thumb rubbed against your cheek bone, “I’ve already told you we don’t have to be in a hurry. You can take as much time as you want to get used to the pack and we can take our time getting to know one another. I’ll be just as dedicated to you now as I will when we mate.” he nipped playfully at your neck making a smile tug on your lips, “But I will always be protective of you. That’s my instinctive nature.” 

You sighed in understanding, no matter how it made you feel, Namjoon was right. Mates were always protective, Alpha mates in particular, some more so than others. Even if Namjoon didn’t display it as often as others it was still there. 

You closed your eyes as you curled up against him, letting his fingers continue to untangle your hair in little strokes, a few pecks against your head here and there, “Have you been told why we’re here at the Northern Mountains?” You perked up a little with a yawn as you glanced up at Namjoon in confusion, a smile on his face as he brushed the hair away from your face, “We’re visiting Arestella, to see the Royal family. The Prince summoned us not long ago” 

Your lips parted a little as you tilted your head, “The Jeon Dynasty?” They were considered one of the kindest Dynasties to rule over Arestella for centuries- that was of course if you ignored the current king who outlawed magick and had sentenced the Witch Hunt to begin. But that was nearly fifty years ago now. Otherwise they had a fairly peaceful rule, it wasn’t too big of a surprise to you that their Crowned Prince signed an ally treaty with Namjoon. But still, to actually be here with Namjoon and him saying you’d be going to the Kingdom of Vampires, it was all a bit surreal.

Namjoon’s smile widened as he nodded, “Yes, me and the Prince- Jungkook have some business to attend. Apparently there's been a massive stir in demonic energy. There've been a lot of rumored Demon sightings that’s caused fright among Arestella’s outer villages.” 

You frowned as you pressed your lips together, hesitating for a moment as you rubbed the back of your neck, “Demons? Are they really real?” You felt somewhat hesitant to ask. You mind going back to when you last attempted to escape your pack. Those magenta eyes and silver hair, they were almost otherworldly...and the way they just...disappeared into thin air...

Namjoon offered you a weak smile as he shrugged, “I think so, I don’t know about the Prince’s involvement with demon’s but if he believes they’re real then I’d be willing to bet they are. He has ties in all sorts of different affairs. Demonic energy doesn’t always equate demons though, sometimes it’s just been plagued by Witches for a long time.” 

You hummed in response. You could see where witches could build demonic energy- not that you necessarily believed all witches were bad. People liked to fear monger and point fingers and be done with it. But things were rarely that simple in life. You still felt bad for all the witches that died during the Witch Hunt, a dark period in time just in the passing of Magicks outlaw. 

“I guess we’ll see when we arrive.” You mumbled as you let your head rest in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, his arms wrapping around you as he held you close. 

“Soon enough my little omega.” There it was again, that giddy little smile on your face as you sighed in contentment. Life wasn’t all too bad, even in it’s less fine moments.

The journey to Arestella had been peaceful, the weather had become gradually colder with each passing day and soon frost would be covering the ground and nights would become freezing without fire. This however, wasn’t a big deal for wolves as you had been custom to this for some time. When the air was colder the pack would shift and the fur of your animal counterpart kept you warm.

The one thing you were still struggling with was all the respect everyone gave to you. You felt yourself fumbling at times due to how friendly and kind everyone was. At first, you wondered if it was just because you were mates with the Alpha. It wasn’t the first you had seen everyone give special treatment to a Luna. 

Your eyes would warily watch over the other Omega’s in the pack who all appeared happy, anytime one was struggling a Beta was practically bouncing over to assist whenever needed. Things seemed so contrary to how you lived your life. Even now in such a spacious tent where the heat of the fire licked in the air where you settled against the small cot in contentment. 

Nudging against the pillow as you sighed, Namjoon and Jackson the head Beta had been talking about taking an alternate route to Arestella over the past few days which had lead to him not joining you until later. 

Hearing the soft crunch of leaves had your head perking and you could almost feel your inner wolf’s tail thwacking harshly as you curled up, the flap of the tent opening to see Namjoon’s- happy but obviously tired expression, “Happy to see me pup?” He teased lightly as you grabbed the stiff pillow to nudge against it to hide your smile. 

You were shameless in watching him pull the billowing shirt over his head to reveal the taunt thick muscles of his back to your view, your legs pressing together as you pulled the fur blanket over your chin, “How was the meeting?” You asked as Namjoon rolled his neck before taking a seat in bed, his hand resting against your head as he softly stroked your hair. 

“Good,” He hummed before laying down facing you, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he let his fingers curl around a strand, “We received a pigeon from the Sisterhood today.” You raised your brows a little in curiosity. 

The Sisterhood? You had heard of them of course, anyone who hadn’t was obviously living under a rock, or a century old witch perhaps, Namjoon chuckled a little at your expression as his hand met with your cheek once more, “We work in accord with them much like many other packs. We share the land with them and it only makes sense.” 

“Well yes,” You replied, it certainly wasn’t unheard of for the Sisterhood and wolves to work together, even your pack had assistance given to them by the Sisterhood from time to time, “But I didn’t realize you were that chummy with one another.” You snorted as you raised a brow. 

Namjoon clacked his tongue, his thumb stroking along your cheekbone making you shuffle closer to his warm body, “You know the story of how wolves came to be, yes?” 

“...Well...I’ve heard a few different variations.” You replied with a shrug, nearly every wolf knew a tale of how your species came to be but they widely varied. Your now curious as to what this had to do with the Sisterhood’s involvement. 

Namjoon gave a knowing smile as he replied, “It’s been passed down between generations of my family that a very long time ago, when the Moon was still young she- for the first time heard a prayer. It was of a young boy who had been attacked by our counterpart, wolves,” 

Namjoon tenderly pushed the strand of hair behind you as he spoke, “The young boy was crying and he bled beyond saving. As the life force left his body and he took his last breath beneath the full moon, pitied, the Moon Goddess took mercy on him and blessed him. Her powers only reigned so far, and so she turned him into a wolf. The Moon Goddess told the boy that once his wounds would heal he would be safe to return to human. But now he must bear the dual nature of both animal and human.”  

“When the rumors began to fester, the men of the villages nearby wanted to hunt the monster,” Namjoon hummed his fingers tracing down to your jawline, “The boy’s lover however, discovered who he was and pleaded with the men of the village. When they would not listen, the girl was sent a blessing by the Moon Goddess. The Bow of Lux. It became clear to her that if they would not listen to her, she would make them listen,” 

Namjoon gave a wry smile as he continued, “When the last man perished, the girl swore her life to the Moon Goddess and would continue to protect those who lived inside the forest and those who lived outside. The Moon Goddess, pleased, allowed her to form the Sisterhood and once she passed on, they say her soul turned to stardust and became Orion’s bow.” 

You perked a little as you smiled, “Is that why the women in the Sisterhood are only allowed to be addressed by celestial names to outsiders?” You had never heard that part of the story! It sounded so…! So forlorn yet, meant to be. Divine even. Namjoon chuckled as he patted your head, “Perhaps, that’s one of many theories. Orion is the patron of the Sisterhood, the first to protect. They pray to her for strength before they go into battle. My point however,” Namjoon tutted a little, his eyes crinkling in adoration, “Is that no matter what tale is being told, the wolves and the Sisterhood go hand in hand. We protect and work with one another when needed.” 

“Then what did the Sisterhood want?” You whined a little, impatient at Namjoon’s wordiness, he tapped your neck in gentle scold as you wiggled closer to him, his arm finally wrapping around you as he curved a brow. 

Clacking his tongue he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, “Don’t be pushy pup,” You could hear the playful scold in his tone, “It was sent by one of the independent scouts; Vega. She asked that we keep our eyes out for a witch that lives in the North.” 

You frowned as you asked, “A witch? What could she want with a witch?” 

Namjoon shrugged, his fingers tracing against your hip as he replied, “I can’t say for sure. All I know is she wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I know requesting Arestella to find a witch would probably get her hanged.” 

“Are Vampires really that fickle?” You raised your brows, unable to stop the snort, you had never seen a Vampire before but you had heard about them plenty and how proud they were. You didn’t understand why the reigning king banned Magick as it was, especially when it seemed as if their society relied on it previously. 

Namjoon also scoffed out an amused laugh, “You’d be surprised. Nobody follows the rules more than the own royal court. The Mad King makes sure of it. Anyone caught using magick is either hanged or burned. Even the court is not excluded.” You shivered a little at the thought. 

“And will you keep an eye out then?” You asked, you supposed since Blood Moon was nomadic like any other pack, Arestella couldn’t hold you accountable for the laws of their lands. But it made you worried. 

Namjoon closed his eyes solemnly, “I will, I’d never turn my back on the Sisterhood. Furthermore, the Prince doesn’t know all of my affairs. If it doesn’t concern our relationship then he doesn’t need to know.” He finally pulled you against him as you squeaked a little, your nose immediately nudging against his neck as you coiled against him, “You’ve been awfully curious tonight pup.” He whispered in your ear. 

A smile tugged on your lips as you inhaled his scent slowly, you could almost vividly smell the crackle of burnt wood against his skin, the kerosene he had split earlier while helping build a fire, a whine suddenly escaping your lips as you felt heat pooling between your legs. Your face throbbing as you embarrassingly pushed against his neck to hide yourself. 

This had been happening a lot, putting off your consummation had taken a toll on your body, constantly making you become aroused when you became too close to your mate for too long. The need to be filled with him was a constant ache, as if sensing that Namjoon let out an instinctive growl, his thigh suddenly forcing its way between your legs as he whispered in your ear once more, “I can smell how wet you are little one.” 

Your face throbbed even harder as your hips began rubbing into his thigh in search of friction you needed, desperately. Namjoon and you both had agreed taking things slow was for the best….But that certainly hadn’t stopped him or you from testing the waters a little…

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whined against, letting your hips drag against his warm thick thigh as your clit pressed gently against his skin, the pleasure nearly sent you pathetically howling against his skin, “This isn’t fair!” You whimpered, your thighs shaking and your panties becoming stickier within seconds. 

Namjoon’s laugh was deeper this time, as if amused at how frantic his little omega was, “Then take what you deserve my little pup.” He nipped against your ear as you jumped, his hands grabbing your waist as he rolled unto his back, forcing your to straddle him as your lips quivered into a pout. 

Your clit was throbbing though and seeing how inviting his thighs looked was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up, shifting to place yourself against one as you whined a little, unable to stare directly at him as your hips wiggled in need against his thigh. Pleasure swelled in your body and a muffled whine escaped you before you jumped at the sound of leaves crunching. 

Namjoon instinctively sat up as you curled against him, not a second later hearing the sound of footsteps as a voice called out, “Namjoon, I need just one more thing.” Jackson called out as you crumpled against your mate.

You felt embarrassed at letting your hormones get the best of you. Namjoon as if sensing this gently stroked a hand through your hair before pressing a kiss against your head, “Don’t look so disappointed, we can always try again later.” 

Your lips quivered into a scowl as you pouted, flopping against the bed as Namjoon chuckled before calling out, “I’ll be out in a moment.” It was just as well Jackson had interrupted when he had. Who would’ve known what that would spiral into if you had been left alone.

“You look wide eyed.” Namjoon chuckled as he watched you circle around yourself, lips gaping as you glanced around in curiosity. There were so many sights and sounds it was hard to take it all in at once, “C’mere my pup, I don’t want you getting lost.” He grabbed your hand attentively as he pulled you along. 

The journey to Arestella had taken another day and a half but you did eventually arrive and you were in near awe at the sight. You had never been in a Kingdom before, much less the grand jewel of the realm. You could smell the hefty scent of fresh baked loathes from the few humans that dared to reside in the realm of Vampires. 

Today was a beautiful day, apparently Arestella wasn’t known to be the sunniest Kingdom but today seemed to be different, the sky was a brilliant azure blue with fluffy billowing clouds to compliment it’s sky and the breeze was cool against the day’s warm air, “I’ve never been somewhere so...crowded.” You managed to say as you squeezed past a group of people, staying particularly close to Namjoon as you glanced around wide eyed. 

“There’s much excitement to see,” Namjoon chuckled, “If you think this is incredible, wait until we see the castle. That’s where we’ll be staying the next few days. Jackson will keep everyone settled in the outskirts of town meanwhile.”  

You couldn’t deny you were excited, you could see the gothic castle even from here despite it being so far away. The day was busy and everyone was bustling but if there was one thing you noticed...It was a lack of color...or thereof…What color there was seemed very organized, as if these people were all in groups. And then occasionally you’d spot a bright pop of red of some of the people you passed, “Why is everyone dressed so...dark…” You frowned as you kept close to your mate. 

“They have a very strict system here in Arestella, they use colors to keep classes separated. It’s mostly in jewelry you’ll see it. Humans must wear red in some form as it’s stated by law if they live in Arestella. Blue is often a color worn by wealthy families, a multiple array of colors can be worn by the average vampire. I’m not very familiar with how it all works though. Vampires have their own class system like us wolves have though.” Namjoon explained as he guided you through the crowd as you curiously looked around.

You felt a smile tug on your lips as you glanced around, excitedly spotting another patch of red on a young girls neck, she appeared around your age and she- unlike you- seemed used to the large crowds of people, yet oddly enough despite being surrounded by vampires she didn’t look the least scared, “How can humans live here despite knowing a vampires nature? I think we don’t give them enough credit sometimes.” You commented as you let your eyes focus ahead. 

“Most likely because humans here use sigils to keep them protected from feral vampires,” Namjoon snorted, looking somewhat amused at how fascinated you seemed by this strange new world, “They live quite peacefully. Vampires are a bit proud though, they don’t like admitting that they do need humans to survive. No matter how much they can argue that they can feast on turned vampires, they still need humans for that to happen.” 

You hummed in curiosity before laughing a little, noticing the mild annoyance in Namjoon’s tone as he glanced ahead, a hint of smile on his face when he heard you as you both walked hand in hand. Eventually you did make it up to the castle together. 

You had never seen anything like it, the way the dark brick walls towered high above your head and the wings of the castle stood large and proud. Even though the courtyard was filled with lush flowers and benches for rest, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale. You didn’t understand how guards and maids could walk by without so much as a glance at the beautiful scenery. 

Namjoon tugged you along as your lips parted, the castle doors opening upon your arrival and you were greeted by a smiling maid that curtsied to you both immediately guiding you up several flights of stairs, the corridors were long but you couldn’t help but focus on the beautiful marble flooring.

The way the original white swirled with black and greys and speckled gold with even some peacock blue highlighting. Or the doors and the Jeon’s symbol painted in silver on each door, or the way the handles reflected their polished shine against the light that flooded in rays of gold through the windows. 

You had never been somewhere so refined. All you had ever known was the wild untamed beauty of nature, mountains and thickets of evergreen and streams that clashed with marshes. Sleeping out in the woods were galaxies formed in the sky, where you could even see speckles of stardust in the sky. You didn’t realize two things could be so different, yet so beautiful in their own way. 

“Here you are Sir Kim! His royal Highness will be with you in a moment!” She curtsied once more before shutting the doors of the room. The room was spacious and wide, it appeared to be...an office of some sort? Your brows furrowed a little as you walked in, the fireplace was not lit up but there were four chairs, two on either side of a rug that was placed in front of it. 

Then there was the desk on the far end of the room next to a large window that overlooked the woods near the castle. 

On the other end of the room was an assortment of trinkets of...personal achievements maybe? You perked at the sound of footsteps padding down the hallway gently, “There’s something wrong…!” Your brows furrowed and your head tilted like a puppy at the sound of a soft feminine voice, they must’ve been at the far end of the hallway, walking closer to the door you tried to listen better. 

“Shh, worry not my love. I’ll deal with it. Right now you should be attending your lessons. I promise nothing will happen.” The other voice was deep yet soft, alluring in dulcet quiet manner, yet seemed attentive and in demand for everyone's attention, “I’ll discuss everything with Blood Moon’s leader.” 

You could hear a faint sigh, “Please Jungkook...I...I don’t know what I’d do if this turns out to be true.” You felt your face immediately burn in embarrassment. 

You just eavesdropped on the Vampiric Prince’s private conversation with his mate! 

You whirled away from the door as you fumbled to sit down next to Namjoon who looked at you curiously, “Heard something you shouldn’t have?” You scowled at his teasing words as you crossed your arms. Namjoon had been scolding you recently on your nosey habit of using your one good ability to your advantage far too often. 

The door opened quietly as your gaze immediately followed the noise. You were met with a tall man, who just like everyone else in Arestella was undoubtedly beautiful, but even then. Prince Jungkook seemed unnaturally beautiful, his dark raven hair contrasting heavily against his glossed pristine pale skin, his hair hung low on his face and one side tucked behind his ear giving him an oddly regal look. 

A smile graced his lips as he bowed while you and Namjoon stood up, “It’s good to see you again Namjoon,” His voice, confirmed the same dulcet tone you heard in the hallway before his eyes turned to look at you, they were a deep burgundy red not at all the bright red that Namjoon’s eyes usually glowed, “You must be his new mate. You have my congratulations.” 

You gave an awkward smile, feeling your face heat up at someone so beautiful staring directly into your soul as you fumbled with your fingers, a noise escaping you that made you all the more embarrassed as you hid somewhat behind your mate, “She’s a little shy,” Namjoon smiled endearingly down at you, a hand affectionately combing through your hair as you glared with a pout at the ground, “This is Y/n, my mate. You may call her Luna. She’s just here to observe today in case she needs to come in my place in the future.” 

Jungkook nodded before taking a seat across from you both as you sat down once more, “Then let’s start. We’ve been getting a heavy influx of demonic energy on the south side of Incúrsio. I’m aware you’ve had some tension with them in the past but it’s different this time. Despite the Ceremony’s passing they’re experiencing mass hysteria saying it’s the end of the world. After doing a little bit of poking…” Jungkook sighed, shutting his eyes as you sensed a vague annoyance fill him, “I found out there’s a reason why.” 

Namjoon tilted his head in observation, you had never seen his expression so quizzical before but then again you had never seen Namjoon in such an important meeting, “And that is?” 

“A...friend,” Jungkook offered a weak smile, “Has told me there’s been a bit of, descent in the underworld if you will...One of the Prince’s of Hell, in his words was: ‘Throwing a tantrum’ and to ‘not worry about it’,” Jungkook looked semi exasperated as you furrowed your brows, “But despite his words we’ve been getting reported demon sightings and if a portal to Hell has been weakened for any demon strong enough to push through the traversing barrier we’re going to have a problem. He said he’d take care of it but...I have some doubt.” Jungkook sighed. 

Namjoon frowned as he rested his chin against his head, “So what do you want Blood Moon to do about it?” 

“I want you to keep an eye out of any demonic energy, I know you’re a nomadic group and you travel all over the realm...Said friend, assumes it’s only the portal in Incúrsio but...Given the reports I’ve received from other royal officials in other Kingdoms, it doesn’t seem like it. And please, ignore the people of Incuriso should you go back to your homestead meanwhile. They’re unwell right now and cannot think straight.” Jungkook answered, his gaze looking out the window into the wilderness were the tree’s swaying with the wind delicately. 

“We’ll do what we can, but if Incúrsio tries to attack my people. I can’t make any promises Jungkook.” Namjoon hummed as he leaned back in his seat, “But I will do what I can to defuse the situation should it arise. Is that all?” 

“For now,” Jungkook replied, fixing the cuff of his sleeve before glancing back up, “But you’re staying the next few days for a reason. Please make yourselves comfortable in the palace. I expect to see you both at dinner.” You nodded as you and Namjoon stood up making your way for the door, “Luna,” 

You paused at the deep voice of Jungkook as he called out, “A word please?” You glanced at Namjoon as you frowned, he gave a small smile encouragingly, stroking your hair once before exiting the room, closing the door behind him as you timidly turned around. Something about the Vampiric Prince put you on guard, though you were positive it was simply due to just how intimidatingly attractive him and his kin were. 

You got an oddly seductive, yet dangerous energy from any vampire you had came into contact with since arriving to Arestella, Jungkook wasn’t an exception, “Please, don’t look so timid,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile as he folded his hands as if to appear non threatening, “I just wanted to speak to you for a moment. Much like my own mate, everyone has been awaiting Namjoon to find his other half. I wish you the best of luck on becoming Blood Moon’s Luna.” 

He stood up, elegantly walking up to you, eyes dark like pools of the blood yet there was nothing dangerous or malicious about them, “If you’re ever in need of a place to stay Arestella’s doors will always be open to you. My kingdom would be happy to serve Blood Moon’s Luna in any need or situation. I hope you enjoy your stay here.” 

Tugging on a strand of your hair you managed a tiny smile as you glanced up at him, “Thank you, it’s appreciated.” 

To that Jungkook offered a dazzling smile that showed off the sharp teeth of his fangs, his smile could put nearly anyone to shame as he chuckled, walking to his desk as he hummed, “You should meet my mate while you’re here. I feel like you’d both get along rather well. And she’s often lonely these days. The court,” You could see the dismay in Jungkook’s eyes as he stood in front of the large window by his desk, “They aren’t accepting of commoners like her. She doesn’t like to worry me but I can tell she struggles by herself when I’m unable to keep her company. She could use a friend to confide in.” 

You swallowed thickly as you managed a smile, nodding, “Of course! I’ll make sure to introduce myself if I get a chance.” It felt like an incredible honor to have the crowned Prince of Arestella ask if you could keep his mate company but you’d try your best. 

You just didn’t know who she was outside of the news you had heard. Despite being in isolation word eventually made its way to your pack that the Vampiric Prince had found his mate, but not only his mate, but a commoner at that. 

Many in your pack sneered at that and often laughed, someone of low ranking suddenly becoming the mate of someone powerful? Unheard of. 

You felt a vague sense of empathy, you were in the same position as the Princess at one time. Except your new pack were very accepting of you...You supposed the same could not be said for the future Princess of Arestella, you couldn’t imagine how snide the Court must’ve truly been. 

“I’ll see you later then.” Jungkook offered you one last small smile before you left his office, closing the door gently before you noticed Namjoon waiting down the hallway, his eyes set on the artwork that displayed on the walls. 

“Finished?” Namjoon hummed as he glanced over to you, a hand falling to your head to pat it as you pouted a little as you nodded, “Then come along, they prepared lunch for us. What did Jungkook want to talk to you about?” 

You tilted your head, his tone rather strange. It sounded as if he was trying to come off relaxed but there was a tense note in his delivery. But then it struck you, most werewolves were naturally jealous of their mate associating with the opposite sex, alpha’s no doubt. 

You felt a teasing smile tug on your lips as you snickered, “Nothing, he just wanted to ask if I could speak to his mate, to become friends with her. Despite having similar class systems, it seems the court is rather….Icy about her becoming one of them.” 

“That’s not too big of a surprise,” Namjoon wrapped an arm around you, keeping you snug against him as he continued, “Royal court is always filled with people who look down their noses at one another. Civilization is an odd sort but they make it work. I’m sure his mate does feel lonely. I’d hate to be a commoner entering the court. Many are wolves disguised as sheep.” 

You tilted your head in thought, that was often an analogy humans used to describe people who pretended to be innocent when they were truly guilty. You supposed you could see what he meant by his words despite feeling as though wolves really weren’t all that bad, “It’s just odd. I can’t imagine being in that position.” 

“Well the good news is that you aren’t.” Namjoon pressed a kiss against the top of your head making you smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist, nudging his arm a little, a silent ask for affection, “And we don’t have to deal with any kind of courts fickle business.” 

Namjoon immediately complied, his hands stroking your sides as you paused in your spot, preening at his pet against your skin and the way his lips peppered against your cheeks, “You look like a little pup my omega.” He whispered, a small smirk on his face as he nipped the tip of your nose, “Always whining and begging for affection, always greedy for more.” 

You stretched your neck a little at the feeling of his nose rubbing against your neck, a surprised whine escaping you at the feeling of his scent gland suddenly knocking against you, “You smell like vampire.” Namjoon growled against your ear, a whine escaping you as you tugged on his loose button up shirt, “When you should smell like me instead.” 

He nipped your ear in warning to be quiet as he rubbed his scent gland along your neck. It was in your nature to be obedient, standing completely still as you allowed Namjoon to continue to scent you. Often a gesture done right before mating or simply a display of dominance. 

“Are you wet little omega?” Namjoon growled in your ear quietly making a pathetic whimper escape you, your thighs squeezing together as you lowered your gaze in embarrassment. Of course he could smell your heady scent, “Do you like being reminded of who you belong to?” 

His voice was deep and murmured in your ear causing you to tug on his shirt as he rubbed his scent gland one last time on your neck, “Come on, let’s get lunch. I’m sure you’re starving.” Your lips parted in almost offense at the way Namjoon suddenly pulled away, obviously satisfied with his work as you now were drenched in his scent and panties dripping wet. 

“What?” Namjoon tilted his head innocently but you could see that evil glint in his eyes that enjoyed watching you squirm as you glared at him, pulling away from him with a pout as you crossed your arms, “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” Namjoon lovingly stroked your hair as he kept his arm loose around you as you began walking once more. 

This man was going to be the absolute death of you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The flecks of concern were apparent in Namjoon’s eyes as he frowned, sitting up in bed as he was preparing to attend another meeting with the Prince and his order of knights. His hand gently resting on your head, thumb soothingly swiping over your warm skin as you nodded, yawning a little as you tried curling closer to his body. 

You looked rather pitiful truthfully, stretching your arms out to him as a verbal whine escaped you, wanting his affection once more as he smiled endearingly, “Sorry little omega,” Namjoon cooed as he brushed your hair from your eyes, “I have to attend this meeting. I’ll come back once it’s finished and then we can stay in bed for as long as you’d like.” 

Your body trembled a little, a bead of sweat beginning to trickle down your forehead as you whined again, “Do you really have to go?” You mumbled, your head laying in his lap as his fingers tenderly stroked through your hair lovingly. You weren’t sure what it was but you had woken up in the middle of the night feeling hot and you had since been clinging to Namjoon. All you did know was you felt much needier than normal for affection. 

You didn’t want your mate to leave. 

“It sounds pretty important,” Namjoon leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead before frowning, “You’re burning up. I knew that cold rain was going to catch up to you.” He sighed with a tut as you offered a weak smile, letting your arms wrap around his waist as he shifted in his seat, “I’ll send a maid to make sure you’re taken care of while I’m gone. Now c’mon on little omega, I need to go before I’m late.” 

You let out a louder whine, the innate need for your alpha to be by your side running through your veins as you curled against him. You could feel sweat dripping down your collar bones as you nudged your nose against his stomach. 

Namjoon looked a little guilty as he pried your hands off him, tears welling in your eyes as you whined again curling up in bed as your body trembled once more, “Shhh, I’ll be back sweetheart. Hopefully your fever will have gone down a little by the time I do.” 

Namjoon let go of your figure as you weakly cried out, collapsing against your pillow as you whimpered unable to speak at the way your wolf was crying out in desperation for your mate to not leave you. The door closed gently as your body continuously began to tremble and with shaky hands you tied up your hair as you began shedding your clothes. 

You were so hot. Another whine escaped you as you laid down back in bed, a violent tremor sounding through your body and your muscles were beginning to lock and clench as you groaned. A few minutes later a knock gently sounded at the door before a maid appeared inside. 

She gave you a sympathetic smile, “The Alpha told me what was going on, I have some cool rags to help with the fever miss, we’ve sent a maid to get you a tonic to help cool you off.” She explained gently as she kneeled down, bless her heart as she gently placed the cool cloth over your forehead as you tried to suppress the whine from your lips. 

Your wolf was just about as pathetic as you right now, howling and crying at her mate leaving her. The rag was quickly to dry up as the maid gently patted your collarbones down as she frowned, “You feel much hotter than most with a fever, are you sure you don’t have any other ailments?”

Your lips trembled for a moment as you thought about it. Abruptly you stiffened as your thighs clenched together, the sticky feeling of arousal making another whimper force its way out of your lips, “I’-I’m okay! It’s um….It’s just a...wolf thing…” You forced a smile as you clenched your thighs together, the maid frowned not understanding your words before she sighed, “Very well, but don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” You nodded rapidly, trying to ignore the itch to let your hands furiously get to work.

You groaned as the door shut, trying to squeeze your thighs shut as if it would make it any better. Most humans and vampires alike may have derived the word Mate from werewolves but...your nature was still a mystery to them. Your long delayed heat included.

Your body had been in survival mode for so long that your heat hadn’t come in a long time, you never expected for it to come so early. No wonder you had felt so needy for your mates attention. 

A whine escaped you once more as you flopped on your stomach, burying into the mattress before your hips immediately began rubbing into the bed in desperate need of friction, heat was suffocating you and pain was beginning to well in your lower body. 

Omegas were truly the worst off with monthly heats whereas Beta’s only experienced them every three months and once every six months for Alpha’s. Over all being an omega truly was miserable. You had forgotten all about your heat after your body kicked into survival mode causing you to miss. 

It made sense for it’s return though, you had met your mate, you not only were safe but you were taken care of and pampered. Your heat suddenly showering up was like your body telling you it was time to get pregnant. Your thighs began trembling at the idea of your mate, your alpha mounting you and filling you with his big knot. 

You buried your face into the pillow as you whined, it didn’t matter how pathetically you humped the bed it wasn’t a replacement for what you craved. What your body needed and why arousal was seeping from your tiny hole and walls that squeezed around nothing at the idea of your alpha’s cock filling you up to breed you. 

Just the idea of Namjoon’s scent was making you nearly delirious as your hips desperately rocked into the mattress once more, the strength of your heat intensifying with each moment before all you could do was tremble and whine against the bed, desperately looking for anything to help the pain. The mattress, the pillows, your fingers, anything. 

Two hours. 

That was how long Namjoon’s meeting took. Two hours before your ears perked up at the sound of the familiar footsteps, your wolf's tail was practically flying back and forth and crying out in need. Another wave of heat filtered through your body making sweat drip down your neck as you shakily sat up. The door quietly opened as Namjoon walked in, locking it behind him before he turned to face you. 

His expression turned to sympathy that had you whining and whimpering, too weak to stand up but if you could you’d already be climbing up his tall figure, “Oh my little omega,” His voice was deeper than usual, a growl vibrating in his chest causing arousal to slide down your thighs as he slowly approached, “I could smell you all the way from the staircase.” 

Your thighs felt weak at the way he stood in front of the bed looking down at you dauntingly as you fumbled against the bed, “Alpha,” You whined, lowering your gaze subserviently as you stumbled against the sheets, getting on all fours before presenting yourself for him your thighs shaky and pain coursing through you as you whimpered, “Please. Alpha it hurts.” 

“Does it hurt omega?” Namjoon’s voice was growled and dominance seeped in his tone as you flinched at the feeling of his hand resting on the swell of your ass, “Do you need your alpha to stuff you full of his knot?” You jump with a cry at his hand slamming against your ass with a sting, tears pricking at your eyes as your hips impatiently backed against him. 

A snarled growl left his lips as your cunt was met with the thick length of his cock hardened in his pants before his hands roughly grabbed your hips, “Be patient little omega,” His hands gripped your hips harshly and the smell of his scent wafting through the room was making you light headed as another drop of arousal seeped from your needy cunt, “Do you need your alpha to fill you? Do you need my pups little one? Do you need to be bred like a good little bitch?” 

It was taking every ounce of energy to not needily drag yourself against his hips as you cried out with a frustrated whine, “Please alpha! Please! I’ll be a good mommy! I’ll take care of our pups! Please.” You needed to be filled with his cum. 

Namjoon was filled with both arousal and his primal instincts running wild at the sight of you so subservient and pliable in his hands, your smell was thick and heady in the air causing a growl to escape his lips again, “Oh will you?” Namjoon growled softly, his cock throbbing his pants as his hands stroked against your soft ass, his hand dragging down before cupping you’re wet cunt as you whined.

Your toes curled as your hips began to frantically grind against his fingers, “Ah-ah! Alpha...!” Namjoon tutted, gripping your hips with his free hand as you whimpered against the sheets, your eyes filling with tears at the way your body burned and yet your mate was still teasing you, “You need to be patient little one.” Namjoon growled with a tease in his tone, his long slim fingers dragging against your wet folds as you whined, your back arching once more to try and coax him to give you what you wanted.

Instead his fingers only dragged down to meet your tender swollen clit, a cry escaping your lips as your walls clenched around nothing but air, “You’re so wet my little omega, do you need your alpha’s cock inside you,” Namjoon moaned his fingers circling and pressing against your sensitive sensitive bud as his eyes became lidded with desire watching the way you pitifully jolted and jerked to stay still for him.

Your muscles tensed before your hips began rubbing against his fingers, “What did I say?” Namjoon let out a low growl making you whine once more. His hand was not so light anymore as he struck your ass making you whimper before obediently stilling for him once more to do whatever he pleased.

His fingers dragged up your folds before you squeaked against the mattress as his finger pushing slowly into you, a second finger slid in with just as much ease due to your excessive arousal as you whimpered, “Alpha! Please! I need it! I need it please!” You begged with a sob as his fingers began jamming against your g-spot, your walls squeezing around him impossibly tight as your lips parted and your eyes snapped shut. This wasn’t at all a replacement for what you needed but it still felt amazing. You just needed more.

“You’re squeezing around me so tight little omega,” Namjoon cooed mockingly, you could practically hear the smirk on his face as his fingers began giving little thrusts as you felt drool dribbling against your chin, “How much do you need my cock bitch?” He growled, grabbing your hair as he yanked it, a gurgled cry escaped you as he pushed his fingers inside you once more. 

Your hips unable to stay still anymore immediately began fucking yourself against him as you moaned and whined, his finger pads dragging along that little spongy spot as you gurgled, “Please! Alpha!” You could hardy formulate words as tears dropped down your face pleasure was twisting in your body yet it still wasn’t enough. 

Namjoon let go of your hair to dive between your legs, his fingers dragging along your clit making you nearly cry out at the way your walls clenched around his fingers and the orgasm flooding through you. Your lips were parted and frantic cries escapes you as you rutted messily against his fingers, “Alpha!” Your cries were pathetic as the burning in your body only strengthened at the realization there wasn’t a knot filling your cunt.

Namjoon clacked his tongue at the sound of your pitiful sobs, your walls unbearably tight around his fingers and your hips attempted to back against him as he pulled them out of you, “My pretty omega,” He cooed softly, “Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fill your little cunt with my pups?”

His hands stroked against your sides as your legs violently shook while frantically nodding, “I’ll be a good mommy! Alpha please! Please! Need your knot! Please!” Your back arched harshly as you presented your cunt for him, desperately hoping he’d give you what your body was crying for.

Your head was becoming foggy and the need for something, anything to fill you with a knot became your number one need. Namjoon as if sensing you couldn’t take anymore teasing began to undone the knot of his pants, “You’ll be a good little bitch and carry my pups? You’ll let your alpha breed you like a good girl.” Namjoon let out a soft moan, his eyes closing as his cock sprung free, bobbing in the air in search for your cunt as his hands dragged against your waist, roughly petting down your sides as you whined at his praise. 

Your body tensed and swelled with excitement as you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of his thick bulbous tip dragging along your wet slit as another deep growl left him, “Be a good girl and stay still.” You were whining against the sheets as his bulbous tip pushed inside you, the pain hardly even there as your heat had caused you to become dripping. Unlike humans you were made to be pounded into. 

“Alpha! Alpha please!” You whined, your eyes shut tightly as you strangled a mewl while keeping your body obediently still. You could hear a low growled moan from Namjoon as he pushed his cock further inside you, your cunt eagerly letting him slide in further.

“Mmm so tight,” He leaned down as he growled against your ear making you squeak as your walls tightened around him, “My little omega likes presenting her cunt doesn’t she? Does she like to be fucked hard and knotted?” You didn’t get the chance to answer before Namjoon’s hips were slamming into you, his cock fixing the ache of your cunt as you moaned embarrassingly loud as your face pressed against the mattress.

Pleasure was immediate as you cried out, moans escaping you as your walls needily clenched around his cock, “Alpha!” You whined before squealing against the mattress at the feeling of his long fingers pressing into your tender swollen clit. You whimpered as pleasure welled hotly inside you, your body needy for him after denying your consummation for so long. Your body was being lurched with every powerful thrust of Namjoon as he growled, “That’s it omega, milk your Alpha’s cock, mmm that’s it. You want your alpha’s knot don’t you?” 

“Yes please! Please! I’ll be a good girl.” You whined not having the energy to do anything but stay obediently in place as his massive cock continued splitting your cunt with every thrust, just feeling his thick length was causing your head to spin and your pleasure spiking as you mewled, “Alpha y-your so big…! Alpha please.” 

Your hips kept trying to buck into him causing a low snarl to escape him, Namjoon sounded nearly primal compared to his gentle level headed manners, hand large hands tightly gripping your hips and forcing them still as you whined in impatience your body craved his knot badly but you had heard Alpha’s don’t knot as quick as Beta’s.

“Be patience bitch.” Namjoon growled, his hands would certainly leave bruises later as his hips slammed into you to sate your needy cunt, he growled in pleasure at feeling your tiny walls trap his throbbing cock, “Gonna have my pups, fill your cunt up until your tummy is filled with my pups.” You whined as your body jolted, walls clenching harshly at his cock roughly sliding in and out of you, your heat craving his knot as your thighs trembled in anticipation.

“Please alpha! Please! I’ll be a good mommy.” You whined and whimpered, your back aching from it’s uncomfortable arch but your ass perking, wanting the perfect angle for his knot. Namjoon’s fingers roughly rubbed into your clit only making your walls that much tighter as his hips snapped harshly into yours, his chest pressing into your back as he growled into your ear, “That’s right little omega you’re going to have my pups. Mine.” 

Your thighs were beginning to tremble at the feeling of his base swelling, “You’re going to be an obedient bitch and take my knot.” He snapped, his hand tangling into your hair to yank it only to shove your face into the soft mattress as his hips rammed into you at an unnatural speed.

Your moans and cries were muffled as your walls began to rapidly convulse, the feeling of his thick fat cock ramming into your tiny walls, his fingers rubbing roughly into your clit. His rough manhandling. You were like a howling pup when your orgasm snapped in your body, whines and whimpers escaping you as Namjoon growled, his scent was overwhelming and he leaned down snapping his hips as he continued rutting into you, his fangs dragging over your neck before he sunk them deep into your neck. 

A loud whimper escaped you, your cunt clenching around him harder as all of your sense overwhelmed you, you couldn’t smell anything but firewood and cedar, his cock only making your orgasm that much better as he dragged it past your g-spot with each stroke as he marked you.

The base of his cock was swelling rapidly and dominant pheromones were rolling off his body as he growled and snapped at your obedience, still riding the high of your orgasm as your body was jolted and tossled by his hips which were roughly smacking against yours before you heard a choked moan escape him. Letting his cock fully rest in you as you muffled a whine against the mattress.

Tears stung your eyes at the feeling of his knot, it was massive and plugged up your small hole as you felt the first burst of hot cum stream from his cock, nobody ever told you that your hormones were running so crazy that you’d cum just from him cumming. But here you were letting out the most embarrassing cries and squeals in pleasure and it was like your orgasm was tenfold at being filled up by your Alpha. 

Spit was dripping into the bed as you let out the lewdest moans, your hips grinding against his cock that was completely stuck inside you, a snappy growl escaped Namjoon as he released your neck from his mouth, his cock hyper sensitive yet your needy grinding earned the second spurt of cum from his knot , “Stop that you needy little bitch.” Namjoon snarled in command, your walls split open by his massive cock yet they were still so tight around him. His cum was like euphoria for you. Making your head spin and your body nearly black out in pleasure as your hips kept trying to grind against him for more.

Namjoon snapped again as he grabbed your hips making you cry out with a whine, walls needily clenching around around him earning a third load of his seed as you moaned pathetically, your knees trembling but your body was begging for more. Taking pity on your trembling desperate figure Namjoon let his fingers return to your clit nearly making you scream as you whine against the sheets, “That’s right little omega.” Namjoon purred against your ear, “Let them all know who you belong to.” 

You were trying your best to be still, you really were. Tears pricked at your eyes as he let his fingers circle over your swollen bud, your walls harshly clenching around him earning a low growl, “Keep milking my cock baby. You’re gonna be such a good mommy.” Namjoon nipped against your ear as you whimpered. You were in absolute bliss, being stuffed full of his knot, his fingers playing with your clit while filling you with his seed. 

Your inner wolf was howling in ecstasy. The pleasure was so much you weren’t sure when it happened but your vision began to spot before darkening altogether.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better Luna.” Your cheeks burned at the Prince’s well meaning comment as you gave a timid smile, trying not to think about just why you had gotten ‘sick’ according to the rest of the court. Namjoon’s nose nudging against your neck as you curled into your seat. Your heat would have been unbearable had it not been for your mate, but Namjoon had taken care of you the whole week and…

You couldn’t say for sure but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before a pregnancy was announced. You couldn’t say for sure, omega’s weren't easy to impregnate but, surely after being knotted for a week straight by an Alpha...Just the idea of little pups running around had you nearly bouncing in your seat, “Oh, thank you Your Highness, I’m feeling much better.” You nudged back against Namjoon, eliciting a small growl in your ear from him as he straightened up a little. 

A large hand stroked against your hair as Namjoon spoke up, “Thank you for letting us stay, we’ll be heading out later this evening to unite with the pack, I’m sure they’re all ready to begin our journey back to our territory.” 

Jungkook offered an easy smile as he nodded, long locks of raven hair shielding his eyes briefly with the movement as he replied, “I’m sure, wolves have always had the tendency to be nomadic in nature. I just have one request for you.” Namjoon raised his brows in curiosity as the Prince looked to his mate, a gentle encouraging smile on his lips as if trying to coax her to speak.

She withered a little, looking away in reservation as she mumbled, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jungkook’s hand squeezed against hers in confirmation as she took a breath in resignation before glancing between you both, “I’m...looking for someone...A powerful witch, they say she lives north, I don’t expect you to look for her, but if you were to stumble across one such as herself, please send her to me, directly.” 

You tilted your head in confusion before you glanced at Namjoon, witch of the north...? Was this the same witch the scout from the Sisterhood was looking for? You could see the a mixture of desperation and resignation in the Princess’s eyes as she glanced back at the table, her hands folded as Jungkook tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with soft eyes, “Pardon my words but,” Everyone’s attention was on you as you tilted your head, didn’t Namjoon say the royal court enforced these rules more then anyone? “Isn’t witchcraft punishable by death…?” 

A tense air took over the table and it seemed your words were confirmed, while you didn’t live in any kingdom, you had known just as well as anyone else witchcraft was against nearly every kingdom's law. Jungkook bowed his head, as if in understanding of your confusion, “It is, which is why we ask you to keep this between the both of you. We’re looking for someone dear to my mate, but the only way we can possibly find closure is through magick. Please don’t go out of your way or put yourselves in danger for this.” 

Namjoon nodded in understanding though keeping what he had previously talked to you about a secret, “Of course, we’ll keep a lookout if we come across anyone with that sort of power.” 

“Thank you.” The Princess offered a small smile before letting her gaze drop back to her plate, the conversation between the Prince and Namjoon picking up once more with any last minute details of what to look out for. 

After your private dinner with the crowned Prince and future Princess you had made your way out of the palace. While you would miss the plush beds and elaborate meals you wouldn’t lie in saying you were glad to be out of the bustling city and into the open air where your new pack greeted you with open arms. 

Taking a long sniff of the fresh air you curled up against Namjoon where the big bonfire was, everyone conversed and celebrated another fruitful picking to eat well. Namjoon’s arms wrapped around you as he nudged against your neck, a smile on his lips as he hummed, “Should we tell the pack?” 

You felt a smile tug on your lips as you looked up at the man who had become your whole life, shaking your head as you let out a breathy laugh, “No, I’d rather not tell them until we know for sure.” 

Pressing a kiss into your neck Namjoon flirted, “We’ll give it two weeks.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you leaned against him, his hands tenderly stroking your stomach as you closed your eyes. You couldn’t wait to begin the journey to a new land once again and experience everything with your mate in hand. 

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Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 6- Betrayer Moon

Summary: Temeria holds a beast that has been said to have slaughtered many. With the sweet sound of coins offered you’re ready for another wild hunt.

Warnings: lil smut we starting out with, gore and blood as per usual, fluff 

Masterlist

Outside the winds are cold and snowy as the night cascades its great darkness over the land of the Continent. But none of that holds any kind of significance as you lay in the warm bed of a village tavern, Geralt's muscular body pressing flush against your heated skin. You hold tightly onto the tousled bed sheets as he thrusts into you over and over again, nothing but the sweet sounds of his grunts and your pleasant moaning filling the darkly lit room but for a simple fire in the hearth.

He deliciously rocks you into the mattress as he gently kisses your sweaty temple, sending bolts of electricity coursing throughout your entire being as you await your building climax. With each new thrust of Geralt's manhood into your entrance, you try and hold back a scream but to no avail. He quickly silences you with a heated kiss, both of your tongues dancing in the dark with one another as he pushes your legs apart even more, his large body taking you all in.

He's a lot to handle but you can take it, no matter what he throws at you. Soon he's a moaning mess as he dumps his load into your clenching walls, hitting your own high just the same, you suddenly claw at his back as he pumps himself into you a couple more times before slowly leaning up to take a good look at your blissfully beautiful face. He gently pulls out of you, falling onto the bed at your side as the both of lay in silence, the only viable sounds coming from your heavy breaths and the crackling of the fireplace.

"So, I heard something interesting today." You begin, turning on your side to lean yourself into his chest as he stares at the ceiling, a satisfied smirk gracing his handsome features.

"Do tell." He quietly mumbles.

"I was conversing with some of the whores by the market today, asking about what interesting creatures have met their eyes and whatnot. When wouldn't you know it, another Witcher had come through this very village." He raises an eyebrow, curiosity catching his interest quick, "Said he fled Temeria with some miners coin when his ass was supposed to be killing their monster. I think foul play." You inquire, absentmindedly running your fingers over his battle scars, Geralt's intrigued by your words but is honestly enjoying himself too much to care about anything else at the moment.

Sighing in deep content he shifts his golden gaze onto you, "Tonight I will blissfully ignore my problems." He muses, closing his eyes as you continue to lightly trail your fingers against his skin, "Just uh...keeping doing that." A drunken smile gracing his sweaty face, as you break out into a grin while your eyes fully take in his glistening muscular form that's laying butt-ass naked right next to you. Oh, how did you get so lucky with a man like him?

The rest of the night is spent inside one another here and there, until you both fall asleep in an exhausted heap of tangled limbs and messy blankets. The next morning you two get dressed and head for Temeria, Geralt wisely leaving Roach with the stable boy until you both come back to retrieve her, whenever that may be.

The hike to Temeria went rather smoothly, no one to bother you and the cold of the winter weather doing nothing to freeze you, considering you're practically immune to feeling cold, another wondrous perk of being half vampire.

As you walk out of the shadowy woodland you look up to see a large abandoned castle stout upon the top of a rocky hill, thick forest surrounding it. Looking ahead you notice as the trail suddenly dives into the earth, lamps held up by steel poles guiding the way in, but before this you stop to read over a poster pinned to a wooden pole.

"Temeria, realm of monsters and cowardly kings." You turn to Geralt with an amused smirk upon your face, "Well it's nice to know they don't hold anything back." You laugh before turning to walk down the descending trail, Geralt smiling as he watches you go.

Your time in the mines was a quick one, the miners and the kings men on the verge of a tiny battle that was stopped by Geralt's calm inquisition. The high guard or whoever the fuck, lead you and your Witcher out of the mines and into the shadowy snow covered woods, you're guessing with interior motives but nonetheless you follow.

As you're walking next to Geralt, with the kingsmen on their steeds to either side of you; all of a sudden you catch the scent of another being lurking in the shadows. Another heartbeat thudding in the night, then not even ten seconds later do the guards fall from their horses, enchanted by some sleeping spell. Geralt quickly pulls out his silver sword as you bare your opened hands, emitting crackling purple lighting from your fingertips, this is sorcery at play and you know just how to fight it if need be.

"You can put down your sword...and calm your lightning. I'm not here to hurt you." Speaks a woman's calm voice, her shadowed silhouette walking into view.

"Says the witch hiding in the woods." Mutters Geralt defensively, sword still held out in front of him as you slowly lower your hands, dissipating away the lightning. You can tell this mage has come with no ill intent, even if you don't adherently feel very fond of such beings, you're wise enough to understand that not all are terrible.

"Sorceress." Corrects the curly haired woman.

"Witch." He growls darkly, you lightly touch him on the shoulder, silently asking him to calm is unneeded anger, he slowly brings his sword to his side.

"Triss Merigold. I serve King Foltest." She serenely replies. A simple mage.

"So he makes a show of kicking us out...then sends his errand girl to slip me some coin so we kill his monster." Proclaims Geralt smartly, believing he's just figured her out.

"Not a very original plan for a king." You add, your brows furrowing in thought.

"It's my plan. My coin. And I don't want you to kill the beast. I want you to help me save it." Assures Triss.

"Save it?" You ask.

Wanting to hear more she takes you both into her area within the castle where she goes into more detail about the happenings in the woods. Geralt leans against a counter as you sit on a wooden table, the both of you facing Triss who stands by a desk and chair directly in front of you.

"Six years ago, stable hands statred vanishing at the castle above the city. Before long, citizens were disappearing throughout all Temeria. Foltest's royal guards soon realized the creature was coming from the crypt where the king's sister Adda is buried. Rumor has it she was having an affair with a young man in town when she died."

oh the drama, you wanted to laugh when she said that but wisely chose against that.

"Was she pregnant?" You finally ask, your curiosity getting the better of you. Maybe that's why this beast is killing people?

"If she were, that would make her child the sole heir to the throne as Foltest never married." Explains Triss as her expression changes to a thoughtful one, "The king fled the castle, ignoring the rising death toll. After Nilfgaard overthrew their king, the Brotherhood couldn't risk it happening again, so they sent me here three months ago to cure the creature."

"Vukodlaks are freak mutations." Says Geralt, mind reeling with what this creature truly is.

"They can't be cured." You add as Triss' brows furrow, "A vukodlak is a type of mutated werewolf, its a beast that conceptualizes in the womb of a dead woman, this woman however must be pregnant. It's rare, but it happens."

"How strange, maybe if I take you to the creatures latest victim then you might have some understanding as to what it actually is."

"Worth a try."

Triss leads you and Geralt through the pre-burial section under the castle where all the dead lay awaiting their final home in the ground. The place reeks of death, spices to mask the dead smell, and too many salts and herbs doing their part to delay the decomposition process.

"Two thousand orens if either of you can tell me what exactly killed these people." Says Triss as all three of you scan over the cloaked bodies laying on wooden tables.

"You didn't want the people to know that it bested a Witcher. And you let them believe that he fled with their coin." Mutters Geralt.

"You two clearly weren't acquainted." At the end of the long cavernous room does she stop at a stone tub of white salt and sand, you can smell the dead man underneath. You walk past both of them before standing in front of the tub.

Taking a breath, you reach down to wipe away the white sand until the caved in chest of the fallen Witcher is revealed. You stick your hand inside the opened chest cavity to gather a mental image of what could be missing. You look over at a curious Geralt, "His hearts missing along with his liver."

"Only one creature I know is that picky an eater. A striga." Explains Geralt while you remove your wandering hand from within the broken rib cage to wipe it off on your pants. You then turn back around to face Triss and Geralt, noting how the mages face begins morphing into that of befuddlement.

"Strigas are old wives' tales." She replies, not completely sure of herself.

You shrug, "They're very rare as are the vukodlak, but they can happen. However the only way to make one is through a curse." You add, crimson eyes trailing over the mutilated body of the dark haired Witcher. So this is really what became of that other Witcher, better him then Geralt, nonetheless he fought bravely.

"Someone wanted Adda dead." Realizes Triss as Geralt hums in agreement.

"But the curse didn't stop with Adda. It turned her daughter into a monster." Triss' head tilts in surprised puzzlement at your troubling knowledge.

"Her daughter?"

"Strigas are female. This striga's a princess." Concludes Geralt with a sigh, his gaze searching for your own perplexed expression as you turn around to face him and Triss who still looks rather disturbed.

"Well then, lets see if this king of yours is willing to let us help." You quip at Triss as you begin leading the way out of the large burial room. "Can't be that difficult now can it?"

——

"Miss Merigold, you were dispatched to settle a family affair, not to enlist a mutant mercenary and a rouge hybrid for a game of sleuthing." Argues one of the kings guardsmen as King Foltest hungrily rips apart a turkey leg, rather disgustingly if you're being honest. He even smells of meat and sweat.

"This is no game, Captain. Tonight is a full moon, Geralt and Y/N have already proved themselves to be invaluable. We believe we can cure the creature." Implores Triss urgently as she vouches for you, Geralt, and her pertinent point at hand. You just lean yourself against the rooms wallpaper as Geralt stands next to you, feeling a bit doubtful that she'll be able to convince any of them.

"You say she's a girl. Then you will refer to her as Her Royal Highness." Directs the kings guard before his other man, who instructed for you and Geralt to leave Temeria only yesterday, walks over to give his two cents.

"Segelin." He says introducing himself before continuing, "I believe urgency warrants flexibility in a court decorum. The Witcher's theory is nonsense. Princess Adda was the people's angel. Who'd wish to murder her?" Implores the man Segelin as his eyes wander over to you and then to Geralt, eyeing you both suspiciously.

"What about her lover?" You inquire, folding your arms over your leather armored chest.

"Seditious rumors. Idle courtesans trading out boredom for jealousy." Quickly replies the kings guardsman giving you a distasteful look.

"Perhaps if you'd call off your guards, if we were able to search the abandoned castle, we could find clues as to who cursed her." Explains Triss, attempting to convince the king. That's not a bad idea.

"Except, these two monster hunters would kill the princess as she sleeps, and collect the miners' coin." Argues Segelin as you simply roll your crimson eyes at the grey bearded man. What's got water up his breeches?

"Call her a princess. Call her a unicorn if you'd like to." Begins Geralt, "She grew inside Adda, feeding on her petrified womb."

"Have you no respect?!" Shouts the guardsmen defensively, the king just continues his gruesome assault on his turkey leg as he listens.

"Mutating. Growing for years till she got so hungry..." Geralt steps closer, the guardsmen laying a quick hand upon the hilt of his sheathed sword as Geralt continues unfazed, "she was forced to slither out. Rotten muscle, bent bones, two spidery legs, claws dragging in the dirt." You watch in satisfaction as the kings eyes flash with disgust. You've got him.

"An overgrown abortion." You add shrewdly, pushing yourself off of the wall as you walk next to the long table, the kings face cast down in deep thought as the other men throw you nasty glares.

"Enough." He snaps, setting down his half eaten leg of turkey.

"Your Highness?" Begins the loyal concerned guardsmen.

"Leave." Growls the king menacingly, his men nodding before making their way for the door, Triss, Geralt, and you following.

Opening up the door first, Geralt politely opens it, offering his hand for the others to follow out, you giving him a wink as you tail the guardsmen who's last to leave. As soon as you reach the doors entrance you quickly shove the guardsmen into the hallway before Geralt quickly shuts the doors on all of them, making sure to lock it as they shout their angry protests.

You listen to the pounding on the wood as you calmly walk past Geralt to the right side of the long table, leaning your hand onto the clothed wood as he casually rests an arm over a great oaken chair, opposite of the king.

"Who's the princess' father?" Immediately asks Geralt with a curious tilt of his head, the king glaring bitterly.

"My men will kill you two, bastards." He warns darkly, Geralt pulls his arm away from the chair to slowly approach him, you standing your ground while he walks past you.

Eyeing up the plump king, you slowly drag your fingers over the wood while taking small steps closer, "Your threats don't shake me, but it's funny...you learn your sister was murdered, and you didn't even flinch." Your sly remark has the king's eyes staring daggers at his roast turkey, while Geralt hums in agreement, walking himself towards a window before turning around to lean himself on a wooden cabinet as he faces the king.

"But the moment I mention the girl's father.." King Foltest purses his lips together, his eyes downcast onto the floor, "Why were you never married?" Questions Geralt smoothly, the king lets out a sigh as he leans back into his chair.

"You are speaking to a king." He proclaims with no heat is in his words, other then something else that he seems to be hiding from you both.

"That's exactly my point. Why not produce your own heir? Why not kill the striga and avoid this revolt? Why drag this all out?" Suggests Geralt, his brows furrowing together at the strange reason for everything that's happened. You walk over closer to the king, his beady eyes following you the whole time, you've already figured out the possible truth. And why must it be so disgusting too?

Raising an eyebrow, you reveal a small smirk to the glaring king, "Between the three of us, and I would dare not tell...who is the striga's father?" King Foltest appears to want to say something, almost willing to answer your question. But instead he looks to the window as he slowly rises from his seat, bringing his gaze back over to Geralt.

"I remember hearing stories about Witcher's when I was a child." He says, voice low and gravely while eying up Geralt, turning his sullen gaze upon you now, "And that of dhampirs. Is it true what they say? That you're neither living nor dead, unkillable but for silver?" Sneers the sweaty king, anger emitting from his every word, "That the mutations that grant Witcher's their...abilities. Also erase your emotions? Must be." He criticizes sharply eyeing the two of you with hate, "Cause only a person devoid of all heart could accuse a brother of bedding his murdered sister while urging him to kill her." Suddenly the doors burst open, a small handful of yelling guards racing in with their weapons bared, you don't even flinch as a second later the king throws a hand into the air, silently commanding them to halt.

He turns to you then back to Geralt, "Leave Temeria. Never return." His command is noted as Geralt gives him a nod before turning to walk out the door. You follow suit and smile at a nervous guard who looks like he might have just shit himself. The both of you silently walk out of the castle, deciding to make a new plan of attack.

——

Crouching on the roof of the abandoned castle as the wind and snow blows past your face, you slowly crawl closer to the front gates. Where two incredibly anxious guards converse about how much longer their post is until they may leave. Quietly you pull out a loose piece of the castles roofing, before chucking it into the direction of a crow where the bird and the ceiling make a loud rackety noise as they take off elsewhere. To your utter satisfaction the two nervous guards yell and book it down the cobblestone pathway and away from the castle.

Well that was easy enough.

Pleased with your harmless mischievousness, you decide to find your own way into the castle while Geralt takes the front entrance. You find a broken rotting part in the roofs wooden beamed structure where you then purposefully slip through, falling down to the floor, catching yourself at the very last moment as you levitate your body the rest of the way for a silent and painless landing.

The castle smells of mystery and dead rats as you walk quietly throughout the gloomy thing, suddenly your ears pricking to the sounds of Geralt and Triss rummaging around in someone's room down the hall. With a smirk upon your lips you stalk closer, listening to them speak about letters from Adda's mother as they both begin walking for the door.

As soon as you catch sight of Triss' oblivious face do you finally make yourself known, turning your skin the color of bluish pale grey, the whites of your eyes turning to black as your scarlet irises practically glow red. You hiss, baring your pearly white fangs, her face contorts into pure dreadful fear as she lets out a surprised scream. Geralt suddenly rushing to her side, his magic at the ready before his concerned face slackens to throw you an amused glare.

Cackling you turn back into your more presentable self, "You two find anything?" You wheeze as Triss gathers her bearings.

Breathing heavily she practically stares daggers at you, "Oh yes, just a fucking heart attack!" She breathlessly retorts, throwing you a harsh glare as Geralt walks past her. The corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk as he catches your entertained gaze, you smiling back at him like a fool in love.

"You're an ass." She mutters, shaking her head at you while she follows Geralt down the dreary shadowed hallway. An enthralled grin upon your beaming features as you tail behind them.

——

Once back inside Triss' lair of sorts within the castle walls, unbeknownst to King Foltest, the three of you let Segelin in on what they found in the ruined castle. He stands, eyes cast onto the letters, "A Queen Mother cursing her own children for their affair." He plops the old papers onto a table, "This could destroy the throne." He says dismally while leaning, both hands pressed to the wooden table.

"Sancia wanted Adda to get rid of the child." Says Geralt, concluding all that appears to be written down in those letters between Adda and her Queen Mother.

"It seems she refused. Repeatedly." Adds Triss while you all stare at the back of the man.

Segelin sighs, "And now she's taken that curse with her to the grave."

Triss clasps her hands together, "You've served the family for decades. Was Sancia involved in dark sorcery of any kind?"

He turns to look at her, "No. Of course not." His expression reveals no faults, yet you feel something is not right here. He's not nearly surprised enough about all of this.

Touching a dangling green plant that hangs out over a wooden cupboard, you raise a brow at him, "What was your relationship to Adda?"

He rests his hands casually against the long desk behind him, "Well, I like to think that she saw me as a confidant." He smiles, "And a protector, even. We used to talk at great length about her troubles. She could be very naïve."

"She ever mention her brother?" Asks Geralt from his place by the wall, a foot or so away from you and Triss' plants.

Segelin looks down at the letters, "Certainly not like this."

"She was ashamed." Says Triss as Segelin turns to face her.

"Or she was frightened. What if the relationship was not.." He pauses a moment like he can't even bring himself to say it, his eyes trail over the three of you, "..consensual?"

Geralt hums in thought at this indeed interesting bout of information, he looks to Segelin, "You think he raped Adda, then cursed the child to cover it up?"

"Well, kings have done more for less."

Geralt's eyes fall elsewhere, "True." He mutters as you mull over everything previously said. This doesn't sit right with you at all.

You take a step away from the plants, "There's only one wrinkle, though." Both Triss and Geralt watch as you stand almost threateningly in front of Segelin, they have not a clue what you're doing. The greying man eyes you nervously, you narrow your eyes at him, "Your scent was on her sheets."

Triss takes a step foreward, "Y/N?"

Your crimson eyes never leave him once, "Old ones...and new ones."

He leans away from you, "What would I be doing in a dead girl's bed?" He accuses, face shifted into a repulsed grimace. You lean in closer so that your mouth remains mere inches from his ear, he's visibly uncomfortable.

"I smelt what you were doing."

You move backwards to stand in from of the conflicted man, he says not a single word as you patiently wait for him to break. The moment lasts a couple seconds more, you can hear how loud his heart is pounding within his chest. His lip quivers, breathing increasing with anxiousness, "Foltest had no right!" Shouts the angered man while you scowl and step away, "He seduced Adda! Abused his position. He was always nagging her for attention. Always nagging! But he didn't love her....I did."

"You cursed the woman you loved?" Denounces Triss like a disappointed mother.

Segelin shakes his head, "I cursed Foltest, not her."

"Countless are dead because of your jealousy."

"Countless are dead because of Foltest!" Protests Segelin, "He spoiled Adda with his seed. He refuses to kill this striga. He lies to his people. And yet you wag your finger in my face."

"If you wanted him to suffer, you could have just exposed the affair." Counters Triss while the three of you stare down the heated man.

"And hurt Adda?" He says softly, "Never. Her memory will not be sullied, not while I'm alive to protect it." Geralt glances from you to him.

"Tell us how to lift the curse."

Segelin pauses a moment before looking defiantly up at your Witcher, "No. Foltest will watch as Temeria turns against him. Just as he turned Adda against me." Geralt hums in response.

Fed up with his excuses you walk up to him, he slightly cowers back before keeping straight again, a snobby expression upon his greying features before you crack him across the temple. Sending him falling to the ground in an instant as he plunges into unconsciousness.

"Y/N." You turn to face Triss.

"What? You were all thinking it."

——

Waiting atop the crumbling castle roof where this striga is soon to be, you watch from above as Geralt and King Foltest speak about how you and him will handle the princess. He gives the king Renfri's brooch as a gift for the princess incase Geralt does not live to see the light of day. You watch the king and his men finally leave, letting Geralt enter the dying castle as he looks up towards the roof for a second before turning his gaze for the wooden doors.

Taking the same route as earlier in the day, you soon find yourself in Adda's room. Segelin tied pathetically to the wooden beams of the dead princess' bed as your unwilling captive. Geralt brooding by the window as he thinks of what to do next, none of you truly having a solid clue as to what should be done about this royal striga. You watch when the greying man glares at you, blood smeared across his lips from your abrupt assault not even an hour ago.

"The both of you! This is madness!" He cries angrily, tugging at his cloth restraints, "What are we doing here? What's happening?" He wonders while searching desperately around the room for a nonexistent answer.

"How can we lift the curse." Mutters Geralt, his leather armored back to you and Segelin.

Segelin shakes his head, "No! This is not right. Foltest must pay for what he did." Whines Segelin once more, you simply fold your arms in irritation as the man looks to you for a sign that you care, which you most defiantly don't.

Rolling your eyes, you scowl at him, "You're already too blind to even comprehend your own faults. This is what you get for your childish actions." You mutter bitterly as he glares hopelessly at you, frustration clearly evident on his dirty face.

"Carry me out. I order you." Demands Segelin as Geralt turns around to face the desperate man. "Tell us how to lift the curse." He orders, Segelin huffs in frustration, avoiding Geralt's intimidating gaze.

In a blur of black and grey your hand is suddenly around his neck as his eyes go wide in stunned alarm, your squeeze isn't enough to choke him, but you're hopeful it's enough to change his mind. "I'd advise you to listen well, your life is already standing on the edge of a knife." You hiss maliciously in his ear before releasing him, he lets out a dramatic gasp as his wide eyes follow your every movement.

He turns his attention from you to Geralt as his mouth opens to finally answer, "Sh-She was hiding from the Brotherhood. She sold me a lamb....Sh-She told me to wait until a full moon, to wait and then to kill it." He stammers, Geralt crouching down to meet his eye level, "And then I recited some silly chant. And then I bathed in the lamb's blood until sunrise. Until the rooster crowed three times. And that is all. I swear. I swear. Now please let us leave." Begs Segelin desperately as he fruitlessly pulls against his constraints, your face falling into a frown, understanding immediately what this idiot has done.

"What was the chant?" Wonders Geralt, his brows furrowing in thought while he stares daggers at Segelin who looks down in frustration.

"Uh..It was years ago." Protests Segelin as he tries to think up the chant, "It was Elven. Um..." Suddenly he begins reciting an Elven curse, your eyes going wide in realization as Geralt shares a quick wary glance with you before racing over to his bag of potions, earning a confused expression from the bound man.

"Wh-what is it? The..I...I've done what's been asked. What more can I do?" He wonders in blissful ignorance as you let out a pissed off huff of air.

"You've done more than enough you perverted fool, unless you can keep a fucking striga out of her crypt until a fucking rooster crows three times." You snap while unsheathing your dagger, his face falling in frightened understanding as Geralt fumbles around with his potions, trying to find the right one to take before the action starts.

Segelin's eyes go downcast, his whole aurora turning to pure dread, "You're gonna have to fight it till dawn." He murmurs softly, staring at the far wall as Geralt downs a potion, his eyeballs turning into two pools of inky darkness. You turn, hastily walking for the door as Geralt quickly follows behind you.

"No. No. Come back here! Please. Please! You'd leave a man bound to die in such indignity?" He cries desperately, pulling on his restraints but to no avail.

"You're not a man." Growls Geralt as he takes his place by your side, the two of you walking down the dreary hallway as the snow falls lightly from outside the nearby broken windows, you catching the scent of the beast on the cool night air.

"Remember not to kill the princess, Y/N" Implores your Witcher with a smirk, you simply roll your eyes.

"We'll see if you can last till dawn my love, I don't doubt it." You retort, a suggestive tone hidden in your voice that's most definitely caught by Geralt.

The hallway breaks off into another section of the abandoned castle, you giving him a nod before turning in that direction, deciding it best to take on the royal beast from two sides if he gets caught up in some trouble. You silently walk down the dusty corridor past rotting wood and broken glass, cracked pieces of stone and the occasional human bones.

The enthralling shriek of the striga bellows throughout the castle walls, it's high pitched scratchy scream sounding like a knife that's stabbed you in the ears. Without another thought you race down the entrance-way towards the sounds of a great messy struggle, the princess has found Geralt, and she doesn't seem too pleased.

Turning round another stony corner, you halt dead in your tracks as your scarlet eyes zero in on the striga who's completely manhandling your Witcher, throwing him this way and that, deflecting every punch he's throwing at her. He suddenly rips a lamp from the wall and uses it to crack her across the side of her grotesque wrinkly head. She stumbles back at the violent impact, pain running throughout her body before she quickly recovers, hurling him backwards with a fiercely strong blow.

As Geralt falls onto his back you swiftly race down the hallway as the striga climbs on top of his armored body. She doesn't hear you coming, or when you electrocute her without warning, sending her flying into the nearby wall as she screeches in pain. You stop to help Geralt up, your right hand crackling with energy as he stands and glances down at the light emitting from it, then over to the pissed off princess. Who almost immediately recovers from her abrupt assault, she stands, her umbilical cord dragging as she stalks over towards the two of you.

In an instant she charges, a piercing scream sending your ears into agony at the frantic noise as Geralt lunges for her, grabbing her shoulders as he throws her against the brick wall.

For the next couple hours would you and Geralt take turns beating on the striga, down this hallway and that, into doors and wooden walls, crashing into cabinets and breaking more cracked windows through the struggle. Every fucking time she would recover and throw it back at you ten fold, like nothing had even happened in the first place.

Racing across the hall to Geralt's aid, you electrocute the royal beast just before she's about to bite into his exposed jugular, she falls back as you get closer, preparing to hopefully knock her ugly face unconscious for a while. You're slowly getting more and more fatigued with every couple minutes that fly by, this fucking striga giving you a real run for your money. No matter how much stamina you have.

But as you get within a few feet from her, she whips around, slashing you across the face with her razor sharp claws. Sending you flying into the wall as a hot stream of blood pours out of your freshly opened wounds. Dazed, you try and raise yourself from the ground and watch as Geralt gets pinned down by the striga once again. You blink back your blurry vision, painfully raising your hand as lightning brightly emits from your opened palm and fingertips just as Geralt uses his magic to break the stone flooring from right out under him.

Himself and the striga immediately falling through the broken floor and straight to the crypts below. Rising to your feet, you can feel as your facial wounds begin to fuse the skin back together again, your injury a thing of the past except for the strips of blood that mark it's path.

You hastily limp over to the hole in the ground, looking down to find Geralt laying in the rubble before slowly getting up. Without another thought, you jump down, landing hard on a pile of rocks as the unconscious striga lays motionless next to you. Pulling yourself up from the wreckage, you tiredly shuffle over to the center of the room as Geralt puts an enchantment onto the doorways so that the creature cannot escape.

"I don't know about you but I could think of ten different ways we could have spent tonight." You jest, breathing heavily as you hold onto your aching side, Geralt hums in reply before turning around and freezing, his face morphing into wariness as he gives you a concerned look. You turn around to see what's bothering him, only to find absolutely nothing, which is most definitely the problem.

"Oh fuck." You whisper as Geralt cautiously walks over to you, the both of you looking around the room as you stand back to back.

You hear a dull rapid thudding of a heartbeat before suddenly the striga jumps down from the crumbling ceiling to pounce at Geralt, she lands, whipping her hand across your chest as she picks him up, throwing him into the nearby stone pillar. You stumble back at the abrupt impact, watching as Geralt gets his ass beat by the pissed off striga, it throws him into another pillar, quickly turning around to race for the open doorway. But before it can get through, the white force field knocks her back, she snaps around once more shrieking in rage, bolting on all fours towards Geralt.

You pull your bruised and tired body onto your feet, reaching your hands out to send volts of hot white lightning into the vessel of the striga, sending her into a cruel stone pillar as she screeches in misery. When you look to your left a beautiful streak of orange sunrise emits from an opened spot in the roof, you breath heavily as the striga and Geralt take notice of the sunlight. Your eyes go wide as the creature races for the safety of her dirty crypt, you trailing behind her as Geralt jumps to his feet to follow.

Your boots pound against the gravely stone of the abandoned crypts as you valiantly throw yourself onto the furious princess while she attempts to launch herself into her resting place, she falls into the wall as your hands smack onto the cracked floor.

"Get in the fucking crypt!" You scream at Geralt as he makes a mad dash for the opened tomb, heeding to your rushed words without a second thought.

You watch as he falls into the stony coffin and shutting it just as the striga launches herself onto the thing, her cries and horrid wails sounding noisily throughout the large drafty room. Picking up a fist sized rock you chuck it at her, cracking her perfectly across the back of her grotesque head.

"Your royal pain-in-the-ass, come and get me." You taunt, lightning crackling from your fingertips as the angry princess snaps her attention to you.

She jumps down and immediately pummels you into the rocks as you send harrowing sparks of electricity into her body that thankfully throws her backwards, your vision going blurry once again. Gods your head hurts. Dark spots cloud your sight as you rest on the rocks in exhaustion, your side most definitely hurting as your eyes flutter closed.

You awaken to the sounds of Geralt as he opens up the tomb and steps out to walk over towards the princess, a concerned and astonished expression crossing over his dirty features. Pushing some ruble from your legs you finally stand and slowly walk down the small stairway as Geralt leans down to see if the princess is actually okay, considering her naked mud covered self is facing away from you both.

You can hear as her heartbeat picks up in pace, but before you're able to warn him, the princess turns around and in a confused rage pins him to the ground just as she sinks her teeth into the side of his neck. She falls back in fear as Geralt's pained gaze finds your own bloody face while you race to his side. Your eyes going wide as he lays upon the stony ground, blood seeping out from his mouth and ripped neck as you try and put pressure on it.

Tears slowly begin building up in your shimmering irises, "No. No. No...Geralt, look at me...look at me." You desperately plea as his golden eyes try and stay open for you, but he's slipping as more blood spurts out from his wounds, "Don't you fucking leave me you prick, not now of all times, or places. Geralt!" You cry as his eyelids flutter shut, his breathing slowing down as you try and cover his bleeding neck the best you can, not sure what to do. If you leave and try to get help he'll bleed to death, but if you stay then his chances are less grim but still uncertain.

Your mind swirls with what's the best course of action when suddenly you hear the rushed steps of Triss coming to your aid, and just in the nick of time.

——

Leaning yourself into the welcoming comfort of Triss' plush lounge chair, you watch as she mixes some more healing ingredients into a marble bowl at her work counter. You touch the side of your torso where a white linen wrap tightly hugs around your aching side where you fell on Geralt's silver sword. It throbs under your soft touch, but due to your immaculate healing capabilities your wounds will not bother you in a couple days time.

Turning your head lazily to the right to find a sleeping Geralt laying on the bed, recovering from his own injuries, you idly smile at his peaceful yet considerably less dirty form. Suddenly his eyes fly open, a puzzled expression upon his handsome features as Triss calmly turns around.

She smiles fondly at him, "Your scars. You heal quite nicely, if not for Y/N's blood you would most certainly be dead." She concludes knowingly as Geralt gives her a confused look, "She dropped some of her blood into your wounds to speed up the healing process. It was more effective then I had first realized." He turns to face you, a relieved sigh escaping from his parted lips.

You smile back at him, "Don't worry about the princess, she'll be fine, Triss has arranged for her to stay with the Sisters of Melitele." You chime in with a shrug, "Also she had her first bath."

"You should know Foltest issued a statement. The honorable Lord Ostrit gave his life to slay the vukodlak. Miners are gathering ore for a statue." Adds Triss with a grin as Geralt attempts to get up, "Anyone else would've killed the princess. You both chose not to." She finishes as Geralt painfully rises into a sitting position, a grimace upon his sweaty face.

"We'll take our coin now. I need to get back to my horse." Grunts your eager Witcher as he sits on the side of the bed, pressing his hand against his wrapped torso. Triss only grins in reply, walking over to hand him the leather sack of coins. He quickly takes it with a nod, Triss turning to flash you a knowing smile before excusing herself from the area.

Turning to Geralt with a frown, you search for his eyes as they glance around the room before landing on you, "Lay down you idiot, I watched you bleed out and go as pale as a ghost." You lightly argue, he sets the coins onto the makeshift bed as he finds your frowning gaze once more, "If I hadn't been there to give you some of my blood...fuck...you'd be dead. So don't you dare try and get up or I'll give you a reason to be in pain."

His stern face suddenly breaks out into an amused grin, "I'd rather not face your wrath my dear, although I wouldn't mind a couple more hours here if you decide to lay next to me." He suggests with pleading eyes, ones that know exactly how to win you over.

Leaning into the soft back of your seat, you cross your arms over your chest, "You're sweating, honestly still smell a bit, and your sheets are stained with blood..." You add with an inquiring raise of your brow, "How could I ever say no to such an alluring offer?" He breaks out into a beaming smile at your humored words, his heart just about fluttering in his muscular chest as you suddenly rise to your feet, walking over to him before crawling over to his other side near the wall. You turn to face him, a hand propped up against your head while you watch him lay down once again. His back touches the mattress as he turns his head to face you, a blissful smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Yes. That's the face right there, the suave steely golden eyes that I've fallen in love with. No matter how beat up you get...you still make me feel things."

"What kind of things, hmm?" He wonders with a lazy smirk as he watches your face break out into a small smile.

Trailing your delicate touch over his old scars, you look over to him with tired eyes, "Things I wouldn't even dare share with the very stars in the sky, nor the moon herself. And I tell her everything." You muse before leaning over to kiss his exposed shoulder. You listen as he hums in delight while you scoot yourself close enough that your whole body is flush against his, "Just sleep for now, love. You've had quite the rough night...and that's putting it lightly. I honestly thought for a moment that...that uh...I might have lost you." He searches for your hand, holding it tightly as a small way to comfort you while he locks eyes with your own downcast ones.

"I wouldn't dare think of ever leaving you alone in this world, not for a second. Y/N you mean more to me then all the coins and jewels combined, more then...uh..."

Laughing you shift your face to gently kiss his bare shoulder before looking up at him once again, "Geralt, there's not a lot of things that you love. That's honestly some short list you've got there...but it matters not, I'm your favorite person in the world and that's all I need to know."

He smiles adoringly at your closing eyes, sleep tenderly calling to you by the second as you hug him closer. He stays silent, wanting to listen to the calming thumps of your relaxed heart beat as your mind drifts into slumber. Closing his own tired eyes, he finally lets sleep take him into darkness where no monsters of any kind wait to hurt him. He's safe in your arms as you're safe in his, the two of you blissfully enjoying one another's company after a taxing hunt.

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[halothenthehorns]

All in the Family

Chapter 128: Fight and Flight

Remus nearly lost consciousness; he hit something so hard and a flare of pain raked his whole body, but he absolutely refused to let himself black out again. If he was doomed to transform now, he would do anything to lock himself up alone first.

Instead he pushed himself off something solid silver, the red patches from where it had contacted his skin leaving him looking as if he had a fresh sunburn on his forehead, his palms shiny around the edges. The item had been the flat edge of a sword, now slightly dented from his impact, gleaming faintly in the poor lighting in here and waiting at the bottom of a long row of daggers, broadswords, and cutlasses on a rack. There were even more weapons all around, bows and arrows, spears, even a mace and trident. Nothing had come loose and killed him when he'd fallen into here, but he got cautiously to his feet and turned uneasily about the armory to see no one else around him.

He made instantly for the door and was relieved to be let out, only to find himself in an even more strange environment. He'd stepped right out of a tree, and there were clusters of others all around with doors carved into them. Even stranger still, he felt he should vaguely recognize the air as he took uneasy breaths, he just didn't care enough to figure it out as he immediately went searching for Sirius.

The village would have been fascinating to explore any other time. He passed homes that each had a unique care to it and even another room that stored some odd contraptions he'd like to take a look at under other circumstances. There were deep hoof marks in the dusty worn trails serving as roadways along each entrance. As far as he knew, nobody in history had been to one of these.

He just kept searching desperately, ears pricked for even the smallest noise. He couldn't actually scent out Padfoot, but his senses were stronger than most people's and he'd swear he'd be able to smell at least blood in the air if that had been around, and it was where he managed to find him.

Sirius was standing next to a crackling fire, looking at a deer carcass with a blank face. It was barely identifiable as such, it had already been skinned, the entrails were clearly being packed into salt crates around them, the hooves and tail were clearly next on the chopping block. Large stocks of fruits and vegetables all native to their Forbidden Forest sat in wicker baskets in carefully sorted piles.

Remus really hadn't a care, he was just surprised James hadn't beaten him here as he pulled Sirius to his chest.

He allowed it, but only for a few moments before he tried to pull away again. Remus tried not to let the panic force him to pull Padfoot right back as he got a good look at his face, the haughty look about him once more was terrifying. It's all he'd seen of Sirius those long three weeks they hadn't been talking.

"Don't do that Sirius," he pleaded, reaching for his hand. Sirius averted his eyes but let their fingers tangle together, Remus squeezed. "Don't close yourself off like that, please."

"I'm not," he was doing a passable job of just sounding bored, but he flinched terribly when Evans's voice echoed around them for the book, Fight and Flight. "Relax Moony, just because I'm not snogging you right now doesn't mean I'm not happy to see you."

"I really hope you don't think I'm buying that," Remus snapped, fighting the impulse to grab his face and force him to meet his eyes. "Your libido isn't the point, don't act like you don't care."

Sirius did look at him then, finally meeting his eyes but snatching his hand away and taking a step back, he obviously felt something now. "Don't tell me how I feel!"

The argument that had started this between them hovered dangerously in the air once more, Remus licked his lips and forced himself to remain calm. If he got Sirius shouting again, at least that would be an emotion to process. "I'm not trying to Sirius, just don't go off again pretending so. That's not helping-"

"You're the one who told me to piss off last time!" Sirius snapped, taking another step away.

"So that you could think about what you did, considering you were trying to pretend nothing was wrong!" Remus said slowly, forcing himself not to take another step towards him. If Sirius needed to shout then fine, but he wasn't going to help along the fight.

Sirius scoffed and turned back towards the fire, crossing his arms and snapping right back to that cool, aloof mask Remus was beginning to loathe. He very much wanted to hit him right now, or kiss him. Both urges were far too tangled up to be healthy he was sure.

Padfoot spoke in a bored, drawling tone, "I never thought Snivellus would listen to me and go down that tree. I thought you knew me better than that Moony, I don't care enough about him to actually try to kill him, let alone involving you! He's just a pest."

Remus's breath shuddered as he forced it to come out slowly, Sirius was absolutely still downplaying this then. He tried not to let his anger rise to the surface, but he didn't know how else to make Sirius see the consequences of his actions if he wouldn't even face them. Even with this future forced upon them, Harry was in this ruddy forest pissing off the centaurs right along with Umbridge while Sirius was being tortured, and still he refused to see anything wrong with his choices? "Why did you kiss me?" He whispered not because he feared anyone else could hear, but he was too afraid of the answer, he almost hoped Sirius didn't hear him.

He did though, turning back and looking at him with real emotion again, but he looked just as confused and hurt now as Remus felt, looking at the burn marks on his skin with concern as he spoke gently. "Because I do care about you, bloody hell what else do I have to do to show you that?"

'Show,' Remus realized. Sirius had always worn his heart on his sleeves and never really feared showing any emotion, it's why he was always so in trouble with his parents and he'd gotten on so easily with James who never hid anything from anyone. It took effort to do so like he was now and keep himself at a distance. He even stopped for just a moment, Sirius took a step back towards him and reached for his hand with an easy smile once more, but let it drop just as quickly and sighed, hair falling back into his face and making no effort to push it away. Whatever emotion he was trying so desperately to hold back was hurting him.

Remus wanted to pull him into his arms and promise he wasn't alone with this, but that would just be a lie, wouldn't it? He certainly hadn't been there for Sirius when any of it mattered in this future. If he did now, maybe- but then they spotted red sparks in the distance, and both of them winced a bit with guilt. James would be going spare, he wouldn't want Sirius out of sight and only Remus restraining him the whole of the last location had kept him from getting murdered by Buckbeak. Prongs would have risked whatever that hippogriff did to him just to be by his best mate right now, Remus had to keep a cool head for all of them.

He offered his hand, pretending as much as he could it didn't hurt when Sirius hesitated before reluctantly taking it and the two went towards the beacon. Remus dropped contact guiltily when they came into view, Peter looked exhausted trying to hold James in place beneath the signal and clearly released him with pleasure as Prongs tackled Padfoot. He didn't know where Regulus or the others were and frankly didn't care right now, surely there wasn't anything too dangerous in this centaur village torturing them even if Umbridge was being dragged off for here.

How was he any better than Sirius, not wanting to tell about the two off shagging whenever they could. He still wanted to talk to Sirius about it but had been avoiding it as thoroughly as he could since there had to be some end goal when this all ended, but how long could that last? Did Sirius even know he'd had a crush on this idiot since he was twelve and Sirius had offered to keep his werewolf status a secret even from James? How could he, when Remus had never exactly told him, returning the physical affection obviously did not mean the same thing to Sirius. That he didn't think they were just friends with benefits right now and he wasn't just doing this for some fun and good times?

Listening to Grawp stumbling onto the scene and saving Harry from the horde of still angry centaurs and that ensuing fight was not a kind distraction, nor was the rest of Harry's group arriving in the forest and those thestrals being attracted to the scent of blood, finally giving Harry some means to get to Sirius and witness it all in person. He longed to reach out and hold Sirius's hand, be damned anyone who saw, but he stopped himself as he still played back Padfoot's sudden reluctance. If he really thought this was just casual on the off, then he wasn't going to force something more intimate right now, especially as they could be heading right towards Sirius's dead body.

[cottage-babe]

Burning Scars part VII

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Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar’s destiny? 

MENTIONS OF BLOOD

*****this chapter takes place at Season 2 Episode 12*****

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Oh boy... this is so rough.

It was quite crazy how everything could tumble down hill so quickly. 

After the teen’s fight at the Misty Palms Oasis, Y/n and Zuko refused to talk to one another. It was a constant, petty competition between them; waiting to see who would crack first. It was astonishing how Iroh managed to keep himself collected when the two children he looked over were in a silent battle. 

Iroh’s club had (thankfully) fetched the trio’s Ostrich-Horses from the stables and collected all of their things. After saying their thanks to the White Lotus, they hopped onto the saddles of their rides and set off toward their next town; Ba Sing Se. 

Y/n refused to share seats with Zuko as she had previously and tried to convince Iroh to see her point of view. The uncle had shut-down her idea at first, but when noticing her ‘persistence,’ he agreed and let her ride on the back of his saddle. ‘Persistence,’ of course, being her threats of walking beside them and slowing down their estimated week-long trip. Ahh, the power of time. 

They had wanted to go straight through the desert to save the days that it would take them to go around it, but the citizens of the desert advised against it. The Wi Shong Desert was impossible to cross. It would be unbearably hot, their water would disappear quickly, and it was easy to get lost when your surrounded by identical mounds of sand. Not wanting to take a chance, the trio followed the directions and traveled the edge of the taunting desert. 

This new path was preferred by Y/n, as she didn’t have the appropriate coverings for the heat like the two men did. They were returning to the same terrain that they were in before, the foresty-rocky one. The werewolf was definitely more comfortable with this change. 

The days passed slowly. 

Iroh and Y/n talked a bit, but not as much as they had before. Of course, it wasn’t like they were mad at each other or anything, it was just that the tension between the two teens were still present and it made things... awkward. The werewolf didn’t want Zuko to hear her talk about things because it might give him the impression that she grew comfortable with him again when she 100% was not. Zuko never talked much, but now there was an ever-present scowl embedded on his face. It wasn’t a pretty sight. 

When night came, the tension was even worse. They would sit, eat, drink, all in silence. Iroh, being the wonderful person that he was, tried to chisel at the quiet, but either neither would answer or one would release a snarky comment. 

After the first couple of days, Y/n’s anger and annoyance had eased slightly. She wasn’t even mad at him anymore for what he had done, the only thing that continued to irk her was the fact that he never apologized. He never admitted that he was wrong or that he understood her reaction. Zuko just continued on with the trip acting like she was in the wrong. 

There was one night in particular that set her off once again. 

They were unpacking the food that they had; the supply was dwindling. Of course, the trio had enough to last them the entire trip, but the sight of their food becoming so minimal was affecting their morals. At least, it was for Zuko. 

The boy made it his very job to complain about their supply almost every second. Iroh and Y/n learned to tune out his whines and pouts, but then he said something that triggered her anger. 

The werewolf couldn’t even fully remember the words that he said, but the idea still lingered in her mind.

“Maybe we should quit wasting our food on dead-weight like Y/n.”

She honestly could’ve just let it go like she had done with everything else he had said. Perhaps it was the traveling that lowered her tolerance, but those words set her off the edge. 

Y/n had stood up from her seated position around the campfire and glared at Zuko. Then, she simply turned around and left. No words exited her mouth, no reassurance that she was coming back, absolutely nothing. Iroh had jumped up from his seat and asked her where she was going, but he didn’t receive an answer. Just the silent crunching of her feet on the dirt path and her silhouette disappearing into the trees.

It wasn’t until twenty minutes later that the girl returned.

Her appearance was shaggy; her clothes were obviously put on lazily and her hair was slightly messed up. The one thing that was most prominent, however, was the very dead rabbit resting in her grip. 

Blood was leaking from it into her hands and some of it was smeared on her face. She was still irritated as she skinned and cooked the animal across the fire; her glare piercing through the top of the flames straight into Zuko’s eyes. Y/n shared the meat with Iroh that night and he seemed glad to have some real food for once. 

She felt as though she earned some respect after that night. 

For the rest of the trip, Zuko didn’t complain as much. He didn’t say things that would purposely get on her nerves, he just remained silent. Not one word left him again. 

His silence really helped Y/n get the time she needed to think. She thought about those feeling that she had for him in the flower shop, but she couldn’t see herself as that person anymore; as that love-sick teenager. It’s not who she is, it never was. It must’ve been the vulnerability that Zuko offered her; she fell for the soft side of him, a side that isn’t Zuko. They both had let down their guard and look where it got them; not even on speaking terms. 

It was relieving when they made it to the boarding docks that would bring them to the gates of Ba Sing Se. They were at an underground place, a cave from the looks of it. There were many people formed in lines or waiting with their baggage beside them. All the way across the cove, there was a large wall stretched to each side. Y/n assumed that there was water hiding behind it. 

Before they entered the docks (Full Moon Bay, as Iroh had called it), the trio tied their Ostrich-Horses to some stables and gathered their things. While the boys put on their bags and such, Y/n stood in front of their rides. 

“Thank you,” she whispered and smoothed back both of their feathers. “You’ve done so much for us, I wish we could repay you.”

Their two steeds looked down at her with a look that showed their understanding of her words. But their expressions revealed something else too; like their was something she could do. She honestly didn’t know what it was, not until they began walking away from the stables. 

“So, are we going to be coming back? What’s gonna happen to the Ostrich-horses?” Y/n asked just as her eyes saw the interior of Full Moon Bay. 

Iroh shrugged his shoulders. “They will possibly be handed over to other travelers. We don’t have a use for them anymore; when someone goes to Ba Sing Se, they hardly ever leave.”

Y/n stopped walking as the words hit her. Quickly, she turned around and shouted to the duo about forgetting to get something. It wasn’t a great excuse, but she needed to do one last thing before she started her new life here.

She had talked to Iroh privately before they started on their trip to Ba Sing Se. He told her how Zuko and him were planning to stay there for a long time or at least until everything died down. Iroh gave her permission to leave whenever she wanted, but said that he and Zuko would love it if she stayed with them. Y/n, at the time, almost considered leaving because of the situation with the other teen in the group. She had spent a couple days thinking about it; about the pros and cons, the risks that she would be taking, etc. In the end, she decided that staying in the boy’s company could benefit her, especially if Ba Sing Se was as wonderful as everyone else made it out to be. If anything, she could leave their group when they made it inside the walls; if she really wanted to. 

But she still needed to do this one thing first.

Y/n ran back to the stables and looked for their animals. There were quite a few there, but she quickly found the ones that she had been riding for the last week. They seemed happy to see her and she felt the same toward them; she finally understood what they needed from her. 

The werewolf untied their straps and removed the saddles from their backs. 

Then, she brought them to the edge of the forest, away from traveler’s eyes. Without a word, Y/n let them go out into the wilderness, free of the restricting fabrics that the humans had put on them. They almost didn’t run at first, just staring at her with large eyes, but after a moment they walked into the trees and their silhouettes blended with the shadows. 

Y/n let out a sigh. She felt really good. 

Quickly, she ran back to the entrance of the Bay and met up with Iroh and Zuko. The uncle greeted her while the boy just ignored her presence and continued walking. They followed Iroh to one of the lines and waited, explaining that they needed to get their passports checked first. 

Y/n was pouting the entire time. She wasn’t used to waiting in long human lines; she didn’t see the point of it. Why didn’t they just get more people to look at their documents so everything would go by faster?

Both her travel buddies were silent the entire wait and she was fine with it. Y/n spent her time people-watching; something that she found herself doing quite often. She excused herself by saying that she needed to ‘study the human culture,’ but in reality she just found it interesting. There were so many types of people around; some with large amounts of luggage, big families, even a group of bald people wearing yellow and holding a stick! There were so many interesting characters here.

Finally, they made it to the front of the line. 

A woman checked their passports, then handed them three tickets with a stamp. They each took one of the papers and headed over to the large wall that towered over the people. 

There was a man there that asked for their tickets and directed them toward a very large boat. It marveled Y/n. She had heard stories of these large things that could float on water, but seeing it in person was something else. 

How can this hold a bunch of people?

The werewolf had paused in her spot to think this and Zuko, who was walking behind her, shoved her shoulder as he pushed passed her. 

“Watch it, you’re in the way.”

She huffed and crossed her arms. Iroh placed a hand on her should for comfort before he kept walking to catch up with his nephew. Y/n was getting a little sick of all this. 

They walked across a board and entered the ferry. They were told to stay on the top deck until they landed at the boarders of Ba Sing Se. Y/n trailed behind the boys as they looked for a spot empty enough for them to rest; eventually settling near a railing on the side of the boat. 

A kind lady went around the ship passing bowls of food to each passenger; the trio being included. Before Y/n took a sip, however, she looked over the edge into the the deep blue water. They were very high up.

“We’re going really fast.” She thought aloud. 

Iroh joined her on the railing and looked at the water, ignoring her random words. “Who would have thought after all these years, I'd return to the scene of my greatest military disgrace,” he shut his eyes as he paused. “As a tourist!”

Y/n let out a small laugh at the old man’s silly words. But then, of course, Zuko had to come and ruin it. 

“Look around. We're not tourists, we're refugees.” He said as he move to stand on her other side.

“Lighten up, Zuko.” Y/n replied while her eyes stayed on lake in front of her. Maybe she’d be able to see a fish jump out!

She could feel the boy glaring at the side of her head, but she chose to ignore it, just like she did when he would complain before. She heard Zuko take a sip of his bowl before spitting it out dramatically. “Ugh! I'm sick of eating rotten food, sleeping in the dirt. I'm tired of living like this!”

The werewolf rolled her eyes, but set the bowl down on the deck, taking his reaction to the food into consideration. I think I can wait until we make it to the city. 

“Aren't we all?” 

The trio turned around from their positions on the rail and saw three teens, all about the same age as Y/n and Zuko. One stood closer to the front, a boy, about the same height as Zuko, but with shaggier hair. He had a smirk etched across his face and a plant stuck out from between his teeth. 

“My name's Jet,” The boy explained as he walked out from the covers that the Ferry had set up. He extended his hand behind him. “And these are my Freedom Fighters, Smellerbee and Longshot.” 

Behind him, the two teens let out a greeting. Well, the shorter one did, but the tall, mysterious guy just nodded his head. Zuko let out a small "hello" while Y/n waved politely. This was the first time she personally met another set of human teens. 

The first boy, Jet, began to walk up to Zuko as he spoke. "Here's the deal. I hear the captain's eating like a king while the refugees have to feed off his scraps. Doesn't seem fair, does it?"

Zuko wasn't answering the kid, wasn't even looking at him anymore, so Y/n almost did all of them a favor and declined the boy's advances for her travel buddies, but Iroh spoke before she could. 

"What sort of king is he eating like?" The uncle asked. Y/n rolled her eyes; that's not what she expected him to say. 

"The fat, happy kind." He smirked at Iroh before turning his attention back to Zuko. "Want to help us 'liberate' some food?"

The werewolf tugged on Iroh's sleeve. "I really don't think this is a good idea." 

Trust her, if her instincts were telling them not to, then they really shouldn't. She knew all about stealing food (especially from the humans), but something was off about Jet. She didn't want her group getting mixed up with the "freedom fighters" if they didn't have to. All they had to do was wait until the next morning to buy food from the city. 

Y/n looked at Zuko and met his eyes. She was pleading silently, don't. 

But the boy didn't listen to her. He threw his bowl out into the water and turned toward the group of teens. 

"I'm in." 

Y/n placed her hand on her forehead in exasperation. Of course he would do his own thing. She decided to settle for glaring at Jet's welcoming smile. 

The strange boy seemed to feel her eyes and turned to look at her. 

"Don't worry, princess, we'll bring your boyfriend back in one piece." Jet spoke once Zuko made his way over to the group.

Y/n and Zuko both scoffed at his words. Jet looked between them quickly while his smirk grew. 

"Ohh… I see." The boy took a step toward her. "Why don't you come too? I could use another lookout."

Y/n crossed her arms. Lookout?

Just as she was about to voice her opinion, Zuko stopped Jet's advancements with a stuck-out hand. 

"She's not coming with us." Zuko looked at her sternly. "Stay here and watch my Uncle."

Y/n was about to let out a sarcastic comment, or even something slightly mean to say that he can't control her, but there was something about his eyes that made her rethink it. He seemed… cautious? Maybe he can see how shady these teens really are. 

"Fine, but if you get caught, don't expect us to come and save you." 

With that, she turned on her heel and faced the lake once again, hearing the four receding footsteps as they walked away. 

The werewolf folded her arms and placed her head on them with a sigh. She really shouldn't be worried about Zuko, especially since they weren't on the best terms at the moment, but her heart couldn't help it. They had made it so far and it could all be ruined with this act of rebellion. Not to mention, if he let her go with him, Y/n could protect him if he needs it. Zuko has his bending, but that could only get him so far. She was trained for fighting. 

"You look as though you have a lot on your mind."

She lifted her head and looked to where the voice came from. Iroh was sitting on the floor, his bowl of rotten food resting in his palms while his eyes shined the colors of the setting sun. The girl took the spot next to him and followed his line of sight. 

The sunset was beautiful. The sky was a mixture of pinks and oranges all the way down to the giant ball of fire that glowed. Beams of light shined passed the small clouds that littered the sky, showing the power of the rays of sun. It was so pretty that she wished she could paint it to remember this moment. 

“So much has been happening recently; it’s just a lot to handle.” Y/n whispered.

Iroh nodded his head in agreement. “I can understand that. You’ve gone through a lot at such a young age.” He paused for a moment. “And I’m sorry that my nephew has added on to your stress.”

“It’s not you that I need an apology from, it’s Zuko.” She shook her head dejectedly. “And what is up with him?! One minute he’s all friendly, like he cares, and then the next he’s just so... infuriating.” 

The sun finally made it’s way past the tips of the mountains and fell out of sight. The orange took a deeper tone, but the view still left her awestruck. Iroh placed a hand on the wolf’s shoulder.

“I think there are some things that you need to learn about my nephew,” He began. “Zuko didn’t have many friends when he was a child, he was reserved and only ever talked to his sister and mother. And then after his incident when he was thirteen, he had taught himself to put up barriers, ones that not even I could break. But you must remember; Zuko is a child, just as you are. He may act cold-hearted, but underneath it all, he has a good spirit.”

Thirteen? He’s been out on his father’s mission for at least three years? 

“So, what you’re saying is that him being rude is actually his way of showing he cares? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Iroh laughed a hearty laugh. Y/n joined in slightly, but couldn’t see what was so funny. 

“I suppose that is a good way of putting it.” His laughter died down to a serious tone. “I just want you to know, Y/n, that although this does explain his personality, it does not excuse it. If you are having issues with him, then talk to him and let him know.”

Y/n sighed as the sky finally receded into darkness. Maybe he is right, she’s had plenty of time to think about everything, so the next step would just be to talk. The werewolf decided to point the topic in a different direction. 

“So, Zuko told me about the four nations and what bending was. He thinks I’m part of the Earth Kingdom.” She smiled at the older man. “Do you think I can bend?”

Iroh shrugged his shoulders with the same laugh as before. “Maybe. If you’d like, I can teach you some techniques that I know.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. Wait, I might be able to bend?

“But I thought you could only bend one element? You can do two?”

“No, no, no.” He waved his hand out. “I just studied their techniques and memorized some. I can’t say that I can help you fully, but I can try my best.”

That was honestly good for her. After Zuko had told her last time that it probably wasn’t possible, she had felt dejected. But maybe there’s hope now?

Suddenly, she saw something moving around in the sky. It was hard to focus her eyes in the dark, but the sight of a large animal flying over head caught the duos attention. 

“Uhh, what is that?” Y/n eyes with her eyes squinting. 

It flew off past their boat and into the opposite direction of Ba Sing Se.

Iroh shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve only seen one like that before...” Then he looked at the girl next to him. “Don’t tell Zuko that you saw that. He... is scared of flying animals.” 

She raised an eyebrow at his obvious lie, but promised to not tell the other boy. It was then that a smell hit her.

It smelled so warm and delicious that her mouth almost watered the second it hit her nostrils. She looked around until she saw the source of the aroma. 

Zuko, Jet, and his two freedom fighters were back with two large bags. They were reaching into the sacks and pulling out bowls, passing them to the refugees on the ship.

When they were finished, they made their way back to Iroh and Y/n with their bowls in hand. Zuko had given a bowl to Iroh and completely ignored Y/n, so she had to get her food from Jet. 

“Thank you, Jet.” She said with a smile as the sight of the food made her happy. Maybe the freedom fighters won’t so bad. 

Iroh and Y/n shifted their seating arrangement until they formed a circle with the four other teens. Jet was going to take the seat beside the werewolf, but Zuko beat him to it, claiming that his bag was there, so it’s his seat. 

They began to eat, Y/n almost scarfing down her entire bowl with one bite. She couldn’t deny it, she was hungry. They were surviving off of food that barely filled her, so now that she had the opportunity to eat, she wasn’t going to miss it. 

Y/n was so invested in her bowl of food that she couldn’t even process the conversation going on around her, all she knew was that Smellerbee had stormed off and Longshot had gone after her. All that was left was her two traveling friends and Jet. She decided that now was the time to tune into the banter that was happening.

“From what I heard, people eat like this every night in Ba Sing Se. I can't wait to set my eyes on that giant wall.” Jet said as he leaned back into his arms. 

Iroh nodded his head. “It’s a magnificent sight.” 

“So, you’ve been there before?”

Y/n slowly lowered her bowl with wide eyes. Was he going to tell him about his life of a war general?

Instead, Iroh settled for a solemn look on his face. “Once, when I was a... different man.”

Surprisingly, Jet didn’t pry the way she expected him to. “I've done some things in my past that I'm not proud of, but that's why I'm going to Ba Sing Se: for a new beginning. A second chance.”

A new beginning? Is that what I need?

It hadn’t hit her until then, but this new life that she strove for, a life away from her pack, away from her shame, was something that she already had. The boys had given her this opportunity the moment they asked her to join their trip. 

Ba Sing Se was this refuge for people who wanted what she had. It was a refuge for Iroh and Zuko, too. Did I really consider leaving them? It made her feel a bit of shame, she can’t just leave when things get tough.

“Hey, Zuko?” Y/n asked as she set her bowl on the ground in front of her. 

The boy just hummed in response, not quite looking at her as he continued to eat. 

“Do you think we could talk? Soon?”

Zuko stopped his chewing and looked at her questioningly. He set down his half eaten bowl and stood up. “Let’s go.”

She followed him to a separate area of the ferry. Most people were around the front of the ship, either eating the remains of the food or sleeping against the hardwood floor. There were some families around them at the back of the ship, but most weren’t paying attention. The duo stopped at the railings at the end of the boat. 

They were silent for a second, Zuko waiting for the girl to say something while Y/n was trying to regain her thoughts. C’mon brain, you can do this. 

“So, I guess I should start off with a ‘sorry’? I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you, especially since what you did was an accident.” She paused to let him talk, but he just continued to stare with a bored look on his face. “Uhh... I’m also sorry for insulting you. I was mad and didn’t think about my words. Everything else I said after that, though, I completely meant. You were a jerk to me.”

The corners of Zuko’s mouth lifted slightly at her words as he soaked them in. She didn’t really have much else to say, she hadn’t done much wrong. Y/n could only hope that the boy understood that. 

He sighed and looked off to the side. “I guess... you not at total fault here.”

Y/n almost scoffed, almost, but held it back. This was what Iroh was talking about; Zuko had walls and this might be the best apology that she’d get out of him for now. She didn’t really know what else to say, so she was happy when he started to speak again.

“I-uh-maybe shouldn’t have gotten mad when you called me out. Should’ve just accepted it and moved on, but-uh-I’m still learning.” 

Ok, this is going way better than I expected.

She half expected him to reject her apology and stomp off angrily, continuing to hate her for the rest of his life. She was glad that it’s going in the opposite direction. 

Y/n couldn’t help the giddiness that she felt rise within her and wrapped her arms around the boy’s stomach. He didn’t hug her back at first, but when he realized that she wouldn’t let go, he awkwardly settled his arms around her shoulders. She could tell that he was slightly uncomfortable with the affection, so she eased herself off of him with a grin on her face.

They began their walk back to the group with much less tension than when they came. 

“You know, Iroh told me that he’d teach me some earthbending to see if I was a bender.” Y/n spoke smugly. 

“Really? He shouldn’t, it’d be a waste of time.” The boy replied as she pouted in response. “I hope you know that I had to tell Uncle to make sure you would stay during the travel to Full Moon Bay. Don’t make me regret asking him.”

Y/n smiled. So, that was why Iroh brought up her leaving? She was kind of confused on why he would mention it if he wanted her to stay, but not it make sense. His approach was wrong, but it made sense. 

“So what I’m hearing is... you’d miss me if I left?”

Zuko just groaned out and sped up his pace, leaving her behind as their group came into view. For the rest of the night, the random cluster of six talked and joked around, the anger no longer being apparent between each teen. 

It was finally back to the way it used to be; only ten times better. 

___

There’s something so fulfilling abt writing a long chapter, I love it

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Howl - Kageyama Tobio

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He could risk his life! What an idea.

Not too risky, though. That was just what he needed. An action that would push him higher in the rankings. A big self-sacrificing, ‘Hoorah!’ moment to seal the deal. The only problem is that there was currently nothing that would help him. Everything was peaceful.

The omega sighed as he stared at the castle he was meant to protect, envious of the wolf that would stay outside the chambers of the princess should a problem arise. He, whoever he was, would see her on a daily basis. Offering her guidance and protection. They were probably best friends with the princess. Did they have tea together, or go horseback riding on Sundays? Maybe they would do watercolour paintings while watching the sunset.

Kageyama slumped against the gate outside the castle. Listening to the never-ending chatter of the posh quests inside. The smell of pastries bening served was overbearing, but it couldn't begin to cover up the smell of roses. The scent that followed the princess around due to her growing them on her window sill. Ah, the princess. Kageyama tried not to slide down the wall as his legs began to weaken.

The princess was to be wed. To whom, no one knew yet. Princes, noblemen, and high standing men of law; all alpha males, arrived with their families in hopes they could win the heart of the King. Yes, the king, for it was his final decision on who would marry his daughter, and thus take away any opportunity Kageyama had to watch her water roses from the palace gates.

Kageyama studied the men that entered the castle. They wore bright colours, mostly royal blues and purples, likely hoping they'd catch the king’s eye. Their hair was either slicked back or scruffy and the clothing they wore was tight-fitting, showing off their superior build, fit for an alpha.

He looked at his own clothing that was made up of silver armour with red fabric to show he was a man of the castle, not royal. Kageyama wished the princess would be wearing the same colour even if it were in small portions. Anything that could connect the two somehow.

The celebration went on and the music played. Kageyama could hear the sound of their shoes tapping on the ballroom floor as the quests danced in circles. He could sleep soundly if the music were to lull him to sleep.

The gates of the castle closed once every guest had entered. Kageyama fastened the lock before leaning against the hard metal and allowing him to doze off, dreaming of the princess.

(Y/N) sat upon her throne observing the guests that had arrived. A sea of blues and purples danced around the room, making mosaic-like waves. The constant twists and turns of the dancers made her look away, dizzy.

Men and women alike were showing off their abilities to transform. Ripping their beautifully made clothing in the process. One man, cocky as can be, strolled up to a competing group of alfas and morphed into his furry form.

The large size of him seemed to have grabbed the king’s attention, as the ruler strolled over and struck up a conversation with the nobleman. The man changed back, his blue clothes were ripped along every stitch but still managed to cling to his body.

(Y/N) stood up from her seat, patted down the off white dress she wore and walked to the room, away from the aggressive crowd. She nodded to her personal guard with a tankful smile as she pushed the door open. The room over wasn't in any better shape. It sported refreshments and music too. Men and women talked, danced around, ate food and competed. The royal heaved and walked further until she had made it to a secluded room. Her own room. Where the only sound coming from the party was the faint chatter of the guests a fair bit away.

"Finally," she sighed in content. "They were too loud."

She strolled over to the side of the room and sat on the window sill, playing with the rose petals. Her eyes trailed along the path that led out of the castle, wondering what would be on the other side of the stone wall at the village not too far away.

Her vision landed on a figure leaning on the gate, red colour showing he was a man under her authority. She stared down at him from the window curiously, before a loud crash resonated in one of the busy rooms.

"Too loud," She groaned, looking at the now torn petal between her fingertips that dyed her skin a bright red.

"But princess, if they weren't loud. They would hear you scream."

"Bring me the knight with a keen sense of smell."

The king sat at his throne trying to stay as calm as possible. His hands shook as he gripped the armrests of his golden seat. The party guests huddled together and looked around nervously. Some wailed in fear as others just shook and clung to another.

"I will not rest until my daughter is found."

The butler at his side gave the king a firm nod, handing off his work to another as he ran off in search of the head knight.

Kageyama turned over in his sleep, hitting his head against the stone wall. He groaned in pain before settling back in his awkward position. The knight’s quarters weren’t so bad. Although they were only meant for a temporary or single night stay. Kageyama should really look into his own space.

"Kageyama."

Kageyama turned over again giggling slightly at the voice, "oh, princess you flatter me."

"Kageyama," they said again, poking his scratched forehead.

"Stop it. That tickles." Kageyama laughed again.

"Sir Kageyama, wake up. The king wishes to speak to you." A fellow knight shook Kageyama by the shoulder attempting to wake him up.

Kageyama giggled again before bolting awake as if he had a nightmare. Looking to his comrade from the corner out of his eye he let out a low grumble.

"We will never speak of this again."

"Never planned on it."

Sighing, Kageyama stood up dusting off the dirt his uniform collected from laying in the dirt of the old bed. He let out a yawn before fully turning to the other knight. He began to attach the metal pieces of his armour together as he spoke.

"So," he yawned again. "What's the problem?"

Kageyama stretched as his friend fiddled with various parts of his uniform.

"The princess has been kidnapped sir. The king is in need of your assistance."

Kageyama froze mid stretch, eyes wide.

"Princess? Kidnapped?"

"Yes, the king wishes to speak with you," the knight nodded. Before the knight could do anything further, Kageyama had morphed into his omega form, ripping apart the cloth parts of his uniform in various places and sprinted in the direction of the throne room.

When Kageyama ran in he saw the people he let in earlier that night grouped together in the many corners of the circular throne room. Reversing his transformation and patting parts of his armour back in their rightful place, he approached the king.

At the steps in front of the king’s throne, Kageyama took a knee and lowered his head to the ground.

"You wished for my presence?" he asked.

The king nodded and sat straighter in his seat. Lifting his chin higher as he looked down at the low ranking knight. He was expecting more, Kageyama thought as he caught the motion in his peripheral vision. 

"I'm sure you've been informed of the predicament we have on our hands."

Kageyama nodded, keeping a straight face and not speaking a word.

"You have a strong nose, correct?"

Kageyama nodded again, not lifting his eyes from the king’s pristine shoes. Oh just thinking of the price of those made his stomach churn with jealousy. His stooped position before the king didn't stop others from staring at the interaction. The king and his knight, well not his per se, but Kageyama hoped that these onlookers thought highly of him for being requested directly. Even so, Kageyama could feel the worried stares of the party guests on his back.

"You must have known I ordered you here for a reason. You will lead the hunt to find the princess and her captor."

Kageyama ran plans through his head as soon as he was told. He breathed in, smelling the scent of the many people in the room and the food that was served to them. Oh he just wanted to take a bite. Refocusing, his mind drifted to a light smell of roses.

"Prepare in any way you need. The castles supplies should suffice—"

"No need." Kageyama interrupted. Noticing his mistake he apologized profusely and lifted his head.

"I've already gotten a trace of the princess's roses. If I were able to follow it, it should lead to the princess."

The king stared at Kageyama questionably and said, "My daughter has roses?"

"You won't get away with this."

(Y/N) sat tied up in the back of a carriage that was headed in any direction that wasn't toward her castle. The castle’s bright lights were visible but slowly falling behind the horizon as they got further away.

"Oh, but princess, I already have. Your kingdom hasn't had a proper hunter for decades. No one will be able to sniff you out. Your people are too... bland to have any specialties."

The princess grunted in disgust, "My people are peaceful and have no need for any strong abilities. They have them, but there is no need for their use. They are all too kind."

"All except one." the man said pointing to himself.

(Y/N) looked him in the eyes trying not to back down and sent a snarl his way. Her canines were delicate, having not been sharpened through labour like the knights of her kingdom.

"You are not one of my people."

Not scared at all and feigning a look of innocence, the man placed a hand on his chest. "Oh, princess you wound me. Think of all the times we had together."

"I'd rather not, thank you. Any memories we had together now only make me feel disgusted to have been in your presence for so long." (Y/N) looked outside of the carriage to see the never-ending woods.

"Oh, but dear (Y/N) you surely could never forget your favourite guard."

She huffed, grinding her teeth in the process as she tried to fight off tears. “You are the worst kind of person.”

"Hinata, slow down. We aren't going to the park, we're finding the princess."

Hinata ran toward a clearing after the deep forest. Sitting down in the middle of the road he took a deep breath.

"We've been searching for days! When will it end?!"

"When we find the princess. Now come on, the scent is much stronger now."

Hinata, despite his small stature, was a beta with incredible speed that was never utilized at his post. The two made an odd pair, never having the chance to interact with each other besides on the odd rotation when they were in their dorm at the same time. When the king had given Kageyama the choice of what resources he could need, the knight’s first thought was the hyper attacker.

“Over there.”

Coming up to what looked like a run-down village, the two knights snoop around in hopes that Kageyama would find the strengthening scent of the princesses roses.

Kageyama walked by multiple houses with Hinata until they arrived at the last door of the village.

The building was large and had greenery growing from any nook and cranny that was open. Pushing the door open, the two got into a predatory stance, morphing into their animal selves. Kageyama followed his nose up the steps and to an open door.

"What magic do these bonds have? I can't transform."

Princess.

"A spell from a local witch. She was willing to help with the right price. A debt I’ll have no struggle repaying with you here. Now what shall we start with? How about we go easy and take out your hair of yours."

The unfamiliar voice rang through the knight’s ears as he looked through the door. A man wearing a similar uniform to his own stood in front of a tied-up princess. Kageyama stared at her for a moment, taking in her beauty. Even tied up she's still beautiful.

When the princess noticed his presence however she made eye contact and tried to convey a message without words. It was fairly straight forward.

Help.

Pushing his way into the room and Hinata tailing behind him, Kageyama pounced onto the culprit and bit into the side on his shoulder.

The man screamed in pain and stepped away from the girl, toward the shattered window. Hinata morphed back normal and undid the rope holding (Y/N) hostage. He swung her onto his back running away as quickly as he could down the many levels to the exit to keep her safe.

Kageyama stared at the man in front of him and growled. The man laughed at the knight and bent down.

"Heya wolfie, wanna play?" he lifted up a piece of broken wood and bounced it in his hand before tossing it out the window. "Go fetch."

Noticing Kageyama’s unmoving form he sighed. "Not one for games huh, well let's do this then."

His body began to transform into an Alfa sized wolf that clawed at the ground, leaving marks on the stone floor. He was big, really big. Towering over Kageyama, making him look like a dog in comparison. A small, scared dog.

"Don't worry princess. You're alright now."

Minutes passed as Hinata tried to call the now restless and worried royal. He gripped her shoulders gilding her through slow breaths that she just barely managed to gasp through. She was ragged and worn. Hinata tried to dust off her clothes while holding her still, but she shook and grasped at the open air, desperate to get to the door she was just pulled out from

"But he's in there and in danger. I need to save—'' A sudden crash of glass rang through the empty village and made (Y/N) shriek loudly before going deafly quiet. She held Hinata’s arm in a death grip. He turned around to face where the noise came from.

Staring at the door, the two held each other in hopes that both they and the knight inside were safe. When Kageyama limped through the broken door, armour ripped and dented in various places, (Y/N) couldn't help but let out a broken sigh through the relieved tears. She buried her scratched face into Hinata’s arm.

"My knight in shining armour."

"Report."

"He's gone, sir."

Hinata and Kageyama stood in front of the King, both on a knee. The princess was escorted to her chamber after trying to thank the knights again, the scent of roses following after her. That didn’t make it easy for Kageyama to pay attention to the king.

"Good. It's a shame though. Oikawa was a great knight. We trusted greatly, too greatly it seems," The king said as he rested against his seat, letting his chin droop as he looked at the two knights.

"You two are dismissed, but be up early tomorrow. I wish to speak with you further."

The knights nodded as they stood. A creak was heard from the door (Y/N) had previously left. No wonder Kageyama felt woozy, she hadn’t actually left.

"Father? May I speak to you?"

The king nodded and the knights were waved off, heading to rest in their rooms.

"Darling what is it?" the king asked, sending off the rest of the knights in the room with a wave of his hand. It went quiet for a few seconds after the last door closed until (Y/N) spoke up.

"Promote them. Both of them."

(Y/N) sat on her heels as she looked up at the king.

"They are two low ranking knights, omega and beta that have shown great bravery and deserve to be of higher level. Please, father, make them alphas in the knight rankings."

Her father leaned forward, placing a hand on her head.

"I'll do you one better."

(Y/N)’s brow furrowed as she hurried up to her room. Kicking her heels off at the door she patted her way to the windowsill. The roses looked a little sad, drained of energy. With a light huff, she quickly grabbed the small watering pail in the corner of the window, drizzling the small flowers. The front gate of the castle had a lone guard standing tall. It wasn’t the one she recognized. With a disappointed sigh, the princess set down the pale and dropped off the windowsill.

The next morning (Y/N) was dressed in a bright red dress that trailed behind her. She was escorted down to the main room where the thrones sat and rested next to her father in place of the queen.

"Are you prepared?"

"I'm not sure what to be prepared for."

The king laughed and the door of the castle opened with a flick of his hand.

"Everyone welcome. Please be seated. Our guests will be here soon." The crowd dispersed among the rows of chairs that had been set in positions.

"Guests? Father what gues���-"

"Bring in the knights!"

The king sat back in his seat and asked a page that had been waiting for his sword.

"Father what are you—"

"Ah. The heroes of our kingdom. Please come forward."

(Y/N) turned her head to the side entrance where Hinata and Kageyama stood in royal armour. New armour and was clean and free of any dents or scratches with vibrant red under layers.

They made their way to the steps of the thrones and took a knee, shoulders touching. "When you said you needed to speak with us I didn't think there would be an audience," Hinata commented with a laugh.

The king laughed as well and stood from his seat holding his weapon tightly.

"You need to follow tradition. Such an event shouldn't go without the kingdom to watch." The king’s arms spread wide, gesturing to the people observing.

(Y/N) shook in her seat, afraid of what her father would do. Behead them? After such an act of bravery? Your father couldn't be that cruel.

"Heads down boys. This will be done properly."

Oh, he definitely could.

He raised his sword in the air high above his head. Light streaming through the window reflected off of the royal weapon sending beams of light in every direction. Without warning, his arms swung down taking the weapon with them, and towards the knights who had saved his daughter’s life.

"Father!"

The shining sword made contact with the knights and any light that had been absorbed into it was sent out in a gliding flash that everyone cowered away from.

Once it faded however, the people in the open room turned their heads to the scene.

Instead of what they thought would be a gruesome and bloody act, there were two large wolves bowing their heads to the panting king.

“Lord, I am not as young as I used to be,” he coughed.

The one smaller than the other, had orange specks throughout their scruffy mane, while the other was pure black and practically towered over the smaller. The king handed his sword back to his mage and took a step toward the wolves.

"Rest easy, knights."

Following his words the two wolves morphed back into the knights that wore the royal armour of the kingdom.

(Y/N), like the audience, had expected a horrific scene and hid away in her throne. Not looking at the new alphas of the kingdom's guard.

The king rested a shaking hand on Kageyama’s shoulder and patted slightly.

"That took too much energy. (Y/N) is shaken, I suggest you comfort her."

He began to walk for the exit before turning back around.

"She must be married soon. I expect you to follow my command and do so, you have my blessing."

And with that, the king left to rest. Leaving the safety of his daughter in the hands of a newly made alpha.

1st oneshot of the Revamps, which are just old oneshots from years ago that Kiwi and I decided to edit and update. -Bacon

Posted: 03/08/2020

[chaoswillfallrpg]

WALDEN MACNAIR is TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD and an EXECUTIONER in THE DEPARTMENT FOR THE REGULATION AND CONTROL OF MAGICAL CREATURES at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like BRANDON FLYNN and considers himself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. He is currently OPEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

What started as a summer romance which then grew into a marriage, ALEXANDER and JOSELINE MACNAIR had found love in each other’s arms. They lived in a fairly large home located in a wizarding village in Dorset, not far from a Muggle town called Wimborne. Happy with their lives and with a stable income, it wasn’t long until Walden was born. It was a blissful four years of village life, Walden often playing in the local park which both Muggles and magic kind shared. An inquisitive and curious child, Walden saw the world as his playground, always asking his mother questions and learning. When he was four, his parents announced that he’d be having a younger sister, AMIRIA MACNAIR. Excited to share his world with her, he obeyed his mother’s every wish, trying to make life easier for her and Amiria rather than promoting his own agenda. After her second child, Joseline began to attend more social events with the likes of the Burke’s and Malfoy’s whilst Alexander worked late at the Ministry, leaving the kids with a nanny. Before Walden even realised what had happened, his parents were getting a divorce and he had to choose between staying with his mother and Amiria or leaving with his father. Wanting to please, he opted to stay with his mother, offering to help her with Amiria. It wasn’t long before his mother also banned him from playing in the park, his mother explaining that the children he was playing with were simply a bad influence on himself and Amiria.

It would only be much later in life that Walden would realise that his mother had become a blood purist due to social influences, kicking their Muggle-born father out and preventing Walden from playing with any Muggle. Other things slowly began to change, so slowly that Walden barely noticed. Soon enough they were buying their clothes exclusively from Diagon Alley and any mention of the Muggle world beyond was erased from their household. As much as Walden missed his friends he didn’t want to upset his mother so instead he stayed quiet and kept Amiria company. Although he was four years older than her, Walden and his sister got on extremely well. Their personalities complimented each other completely. Whilst Walden preferred to go with the flow, Amiria was strong willed and stubborn. Whilst that meant she got her way most of the time, there was no arguing between the two of them. Their mother would spend the day at work, leaving the two to their own devices, and would come home looking completely different than when she had left that morning, hair done up and dressed in elaborate clothing. Their mother would preach to them the importance of appearance and of networking, saying that if they were to get anywhere in life, if their family was to remain healthy and strong, it would depend on him and Amiria to meet children from high society families and befriend them. This was ingrained into Walden so hard that he had nightmares of letting his family down by not making any friends at Hogwarts. He knew what he had to do in order to please his mother and so he would ensure he did exactly that. 

Walden was one of those students who seemed to have sat under the sorting hat for ages. Whilst the hat’s first opinion was Ravenclaw, he begged for Slytherin, knowing his mother would be disappointed otherwise. The hat agreed and he soon received an owl not a week later from his mother who was overjoyed and reminded him that social networking was key. In her letter she listed sacred 28 families that she instructed Walden to befriend. Not wanting to let his mother down he instantly got to work. He sighted people from good families, becoming friends with AMYCUS CARROW and CAIUS BURKE. What originally started as a fake friendship on his behalf, soon grew into something real, especially with Caius. The two of them got along extremely well and Walden learnt more about what was expected from him if he wanted to be a part of this society his mother so desperately craved. A few years into Hogwarts and Walden had made a friendship circle which he adored, mostly because he knew his mother would approve. This group consisted of RABASTAN LESTRANGE and CORNELIUS CRABBE, ERIK BORGIN, LAVENDER BULSTRODE and ANYA ROOKWOOD. Walden slowly became a different person, changing himself to suit those around him. He would often bully students to prove his purist beliefs which often got him into trouble with the likes of AMELIA BONES.

However, these were not the only friends that Walden made. There were certain situations that led to him meeting other people who he grew close to. Walden met ROSALIE FLINT at one of Caius’s birthday parties. The two of them had been wallflowers and began speaking, learning that the two of them had quite a few things in common. As much as Walden enjoyed Rosalie’s company, the two of them would often have arguments about Walden’s other friends and how he changed around them. At first Walden would never admit it, that he was who he was around his friends, but it soon became too hard to ignore, the thought of how different his life would be if he had been sorted into Ravenclaw and if his mother hadn’t pressured him keeping him up at night. It was only when Walden met FABIAN PREWETT during their care for magical creatures class that he realised that he may not be who he had been pretending to be all these years. Fabian and Walden were forced to work on a group project together and instead of fighting, they got along extremely well despite their differences. Walden fell for Fabian, and it wasn’t long until the two of them were secretly seeing each other, meeting each other in the darkness of midnight or sneaking out to the quidditch pitch on misty days for picnics. Fabian brought out the best in him, something Walden never wanted to let go of. He didn’t want to keep it a secret because he was gay, but because he knew that both his mother wouldn’t approve nor would his friends, especially since Fabian had been labeled as a blood traitor. That’s where the lovely REGINA ROWLE came in. 

Regina and Walden had known each other for a while, constantly getting up to mischief. The two of them saw an opportunity for a relationship with each other and Walden agreed, thinking that being with Regina would please his mother and his friends. The two got along extremely well but there was something that was missing in their relationship and Walden knew that it was because he loved Fabian instead. He knew this was not fair on Regina and one night in the astronomy tower he was about to bring it up when Regina ripped the band aid off instead. They both learnt that night that they preferred the company of their own genders and instead a beautiful friendship blossomed, one that would follow them out of Hogwarts as they became roommates. After Hogwarts Walden joined the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. Whilst Walden had aced his Care for Magical Creatures N.E.W.T, he also believed that the best way to keep the wizarding community safe was to ensure that all dangerous magical creatures were either captured and tamed or put down, especially if they put others at risk. Whilst learning about taming and caring for magical creatures, one also learns their weaknesses, something Walden would constantly use to his advantage. Whilst many in the department agreed with these methods, a colleague of his, FIONN MACMILLAN strongly disagreed and opted for more rights for magical creatures. The department has recently put Walden on an assignment to track down as many Werewolves as possible and to update the registry with their details.

As the years passed, and Walden grew closer to Caius and his friends, it wasn’t a surprise when Rabastan asked him to join the Dark Lord’s army. Rabastan explained that they were fighting for a better world, standing up for what was right and for tradition. He explained that if Walden did not join them, he’d be considered a blood traitor and they would no longer be friends. Whilst Walden wanted to believe that the Death Eaters were fighting for what was right, he wasn’t sure if it was just years of conditioning and his mother’s will that made him think this way or if that’s truly what he believed. Nonetheless he joined the Dark Lord’s army along with many of his friends, attending meetings and doing what was asked of him. Recently he’s been relaying private werewolf information to Rabastan and BELLATRIX BLACK. Whilst FENRIR GREYBACK is part of the Dark Lord’s army, Walden has been instructed to keep this information secret from him. He is not entirely sure what they are up to or why they need this information but Walden wasn’t about to ask questions. He enjoyed his friends and his life but he also knew he was in dangerous territory that could get both his mother and sister in danger. Being labeled a blood traitor was not taken lightly and Walden had heard what had happened to Fabian’s older sister, MOLLY PREWETT. The truth was that Walden was in the thick of it all now and there was no turning back, no coming clean with Fabian, no being open about his relationship with him and certainly no chance of leaving the Death Eaters without destroying his friendships and ruining his family's reputation which for his mothers sake, he refused to do. The truth was, he was trapped.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male 

Sexuality  → Homosexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → TBD

Family → Amiria MacNair (sister)

Connections  → Regina Rowle (best friend/roommate), Fabian Prewett (best friend/potential love interest), Rabastan Lestrange (best friend), Caius Burke (close friend), Cornelius Crabbe (close friend), Erik Borgin (close friend), Lavender Bulstrode (close friend), Anya Rookwood (close friend), Amycus Carrow (close friend), Rosalie Flint (close friend), Fionn MacMillan (colleague/adversary), Bellatrix Black (boss), Fenrir Greyback (colleague), Amelia Bones (adversary)

Future Information → N/A

WALDEN MACNAIR IS A LEVEL 5 WIZARD.

[kidgetrash]

Pyrophyte - A Werewolf/Witch AU

Characters:  Keith Kogane, Pidge/Katie Holt, Matt Holt, Sam Holt, Colleen Holt, pretty much everyone will be here eventually!

Pairings: Keith/Pidge|Katie

Tags: Action/adventure, Fantasy AU, smut, fluff, angst, swearing, violence.

Summary:  Katie Holt and her brother, Matt, are gifted with elemental powers, but while Katie's are calm and helpful, Matt's are destructive and frightening.  When Matt runs away Katie sets off from their family home to find him, leading her into the woods where she meets a handsome stranger who is more than he seems.  Join Pidge and Keith on a fantasy adventure that takes them halfway across a kingdom to discover not only the truth behind an ancient legend but within themselves.

A/N:  Okay peeps!  Just in time for Keith’s birthday, I present the Werewolf/Witch Au that spawned from the incredible mind of @piixiefawn !  This was her concept and we have spent the last few weeks both fleshing this out and giggling like idiots when things ran away with us!  There will be art to go with this series by the wonderful Pixie herself and I will continue to fit in writing it as and when I can!  There is no posting schedule other than I will try and make it whenever I can!

For now, relax and enjoy!

Prologue

Her mother had always warned her about wolves.  They were nothing more than brutal killers, vicious and non-discriminatory.  Maybe she should have listened, maybe she should have never ventured this far into the dark wood that her entire village avoided.  They told stories around the fire at night, in the tavern, of creatures that dwelled, worse than the wolves still, but without hard proof she had never believed it.

Katie Holt knew the forest like the back of her hand, both she and Matt did.  Not that their parents knew that.  For years they had snuck off, using the peace and seclusion to tinker with their powers, improving on the little tricks they had learnt over the years at a safe distance from anything combustible or valuable, always returning for dinner with claims that they had been to the village.  She was truly hoping this knowledge would lead her to her wayward brother.  The fact he was unprepared worried her, she was unsure what he had taken but knew it wasn’t enough.  In her heart she hoped he would return with her but her logical mind told her that might not be the case, and if he chose to stay at least she could give him his cape and reassure him he could return home any time.

She has a fair idea of where Matt might have gone, his direction at least, but his destination beyond that she was uncertain.  He had talked so often about the places he longed to visit and the quickest way was through the forest.  They didn’t fear the forest, neither of them, despite the tales the villagers told, and she knew this was the way he had planned to travel.  Going around the forest added at least a day onto the journey, by their estimates, and it had seemed silly not to go the shortest route when they were so confident.  Of course, they had never visited the forest at night.

Katie’s belief that the forest would remain unchanged during the night was quickly destroyed, the familiar surroundings suddenly dark and foreboding.  The nocturnal sounds of the forest she had found comforting from her bed were emphasised up close, haunting and eerie, every sound sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps on her skin.  She had always felt at home in the forest; being among nature was akin to being among family for her; but now she felt small and insignificant, an interloper being watched by those who truly belonged, those who hunted, those who preyed, those who ate...

Katie picked up her pace, moving as quickly as she dared through the undergrowth, her heart beating a staccato in time with her rapid footfalls.  The lantern in her hand cast spectral shadows all around, the undergrowth seeming to move all around her.  She tried to logic it away that it was her eyes playing tricks on her, there couldn’t really be that many things out here, they had never seen a single predator in all these years, but as a howl went up she reconsidered that assessment fairly quickly.  A branch broke behind her and she spun, missing her footing and stumbling onto her rear.  She put her hands back to lessen the fall but knocked the lantern from her grasp, and it rolled out of reach.

The new position of the lantern cast her shadow against a large tree and her eyes darted around, listening for any sound, any sign that the noise had been random, which was when she became aware of a low growl.  Every hair on her body sprang to life at once, fear dragging its nails down her spine and leaving goosebumps in its wake.  The growl grew louder as her heart began to pound loud enough for her to hear, but not enough to drown out the primordial sound that had her fight or flight instinct screaming at her to get up and run.  And yet she couldn’t move, she felt paralysed as her breath left her body in shuddering gasps, and before her, like something from her worst nightmare, a pair of amber eyes appearing from the darkness her shadow cast, the growl increasing with its approach.  The wolf was almost as big as the ponies traders brought to the village, she could have easily mounted it, but while it was a large creature it was evidently underfed, and that perhaps scared Katie all the more.

‘You know,’ Katie said quietly as she edged backwards, ‘I’m not really a threat, I’m just passing through, so I’m just going to get out of here and…’  Another wolf appeared on her left, smaller than the first, and was soon joined by three more around the area.  She was almost surrounded.  ‘Oh, you have friends!’  She babbled nervously.  ‘Or family.  Yeah, I have one too, in fact I’m looking for one of them so I have to go.’  She had almost reached the lantern and she carefully drew her knees up, placing her feet in readiness to stand.  The approach of the wolves was painfully slow, each foot falling silently in a gradual progression that made her realise they were toying with her, that the snap of the branch had been deliberate.  They wanted some fun before they fed.  Katie swallowed hard.  ‘So…I’m just going to get out of here, leave you…in peace.’  She said as her hand gripped the handle of the lantern and she began to push to her feet.  Which was when the lead wolf’s growl turned into a snarl, teeth bared as it stopped still, lowering itself in readiness to pounce.  ‘Oh crap.’  Katie murmured, freezing in place as she risked a glance down at the wolves’ feet, sending her power towards the undergrowth around it.  She skittered to her feet and bolted away, even as she heard the jaws snap as the wolf leapt forward.  She knew it wouldn’t get any further, not for a moment or two, as she had tangled it and its pack mates in the vegetation, but she was sure it wouldn’t hold them for long.  She had to hope she could put some space between them, maybe find a tree to climb, anything.

She turned down the lantern so she wasn’t so obvious in the darkness, and that was her next mistake.  They would still hear her, they would still catch her scent, and they would definitely find her now she had tripped over a raised root and fallen headlong with a yelp, her hood falling over her eyes, temporarily blinding her.

Panic gripped Katie, her chest tight and stomach churning, fingers gripping the lantern tightly as she tried to fight through the fear and get back to her feet.  Her basket was beside her, she could feel it against her side, and she suddenly regretted not bringing something to defend herself with.  But first, she needed to see, for what good it would do her in the dark.  She swept the hood back and it cost her valuable time.

A weight landed on her back, a weight with a deep growl and hot breath on the back of her neck.  She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even cry out for help, fear paralysing her more effectively than any of the poisonous plants her mother had taught her to avoid.  Something wet and warm dripped onto the back of her neck and she choked out a sob, screwing her eyes up tight as the last dregs of hope drained from her.  She lay there and waited for the inevitable.

Katie spent what she thought would be her last moments praying to the old gods, to any of the many deities her parents had told her about in stories of the constellations, praying for Matt to return home safely, for her parents not to find whatever might be left of her, and finally for a swift and merciful death.  It seemed to be the most sensible thing to do.

She stilled her breathing, afraid to inhale deeply, this moment frozen, even the wolf silenced, and then she realised why.  A deeper growl was omitting from her right, a noise straight out of her worst nightmares and darkest imagination, something that even the wolves were afraid of.  It got louder, although whether it was getting closer or just increasing in volume she was unsure, and the wolf on her back shifted then stepped off her.  Still she didn’t dare move, and she just lay there, waiting, until she heard the wolves dart away, which left her with what she assumed was a bigger problem.  Whatever this was was obviously the forest big bad something, and the fear inside her didn’t lessen any, but she knew she had one chance.

She grasped the lantern tightly as the undergrowth rustled, the sound getting closer, and she spun, turning the flame back up as she did so, hoping it might scare whatever creature this was long enough for her to run.

What she saw had her freeze again, but this time for a different reason.  Standing over her, with a hand held towards her, was one very tall, very handsome, naked man.

[rohad93]

Magic & Monsters Ch6

With the Cat potion Ruby could see in the catacombs as if the midday sun were shining straight inside.

She stalked quietly down the tunnel to the first cavern and drew the silver sword from her back as silently as possible.

She and Weiss hadn’t explored very far into the tunnels but she figured that whoever was killing the servants hadn’t put the basilisk here. You couldn’t make a basilisk do anything. No, it was more likely the basilisk had come in from a tunnel that lead above ground outside the castle and that the responsible party had somehow discovered it and was letting it do their dirty work for them.

She of course had no proof of any of that, it was just a theory, but she had a gut feeling and if Ruby had learned to trust anything over all the years she had been a Witcher it was her gut. Her instincts never let her down, when she chose to follow them of course.

It had been more than a month since the basilisk had had its last free meal here, presumably. Even if it had a way to get outside from here, and it must, it was safer to go into this fight assuming it was hungry and perhaps even desperate.

She had gone into fights before, not taking those little bits of information into account and had paid for it. She had been fairly lucky over the years that her face was free of the kind of deep angry looking scars that covered the rest of her body.

The worst of which was a long, wide scar that started at her left shoulder and traveled diagonally to the right side of her ribs and ached terribly when winter was at its peak.

At the time she had thought for sure that that wound was going to be the end of her. Her saving grace had been the fact that when she took the blow she had buried all thirty-five and a half inches of Crescent Rose’s silver blade to the hilt in that Werewolf’s throat. That, and that the village that had hired her had helped patch her back together afterward.

She’d learned her lessons the hard way that was for sure.

She trudged deeper into the tunnels than she and Weiss had previously gone. Unless she was really lucky she would no doubt have to do some backtracking to check the other tunnels. Hopefully they didn’t all intersect.

She followed one tunnel to its end and found where it came above ground. She would have to tell Oobleck to have some men block this off unless he wanted something else to move in, maybe even more dangerous than a basilisk.

She backtracked to the first cavern, and went down the next opening. It was silent except for her own heartbeat in her ears. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. It was only about a hundred feet down the second tunnel that she found the nest she had been looking for.

Large green feathers were scattered about the area littered with chunks of bone and by the smell, dung, but other than that it was empty.

She knew the sun had probably nearly set, it would be back soon.

She scampered behind a large rock and waited, digging the small vial of draconid oil out of her pouch and pouring it over Crescent Rose’s spotless silver blade. She would be ready for when it came back to the nest.

Settling down on her knees she closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath, settling into a meditative state.

Of all her training, meditation was by far the hardest aspect for Ruby. She excelled at everything having to do with combat and even learning the alchemy and strengths and weakness of several books worth of monsters had come easier than meditating. She always wanted to be going and doing anything she could.

Her mentor always said that she had to much energy for her own good. To quell that problem he’d make her run the gauntlet until she thought she would black out and then make her sit and meditate, reprimanding her harshly if she fell asleep.

Two months of that treatment had taught her how to better channel and focus her energy into more useful ways, as well as finally relax herself and easily slip into meditation.

Her breathing evened and her already slower than average heartbeat slowed even further. Time ticked by unheeded. How long was hard to say down here in the black abyss of the catacombs. It could have been five minutes, it could have been three hours.

The soft rattling of the medallion resting on her chest made her eyes pop open. It was here.

Creeping forward to peek around the rock she saw it.

The large wings attached to it’s forearms made quiet rustling noises as it shuffled forward, it’s long talons clicking against the stone as it picked over the bits of bones laying on the floor with its beak. It wasn’t the biggest basilisk she'd ever seen, but it wasn’t the smallest either. It had dark green scales covering its entire body, which was about eight feet long. It’s wingspan probably was twice that, though in here she would have the advantage.

One of a basilisks most dangerous tactics was to divebomb prey from the air, using its weight and talons to rip prey to shreds. That would be impossible in here.

Gripping her blade with both hands she slowly stepped out from behind the rock, the blade over her sword at cheek level, pointed at the beast.

She stepped and gravel shifted under her foot, causing the beast to whip around to face her. Its head twitched and cocked to the side before it let loose a loud crowing screech, flapping its wings threateningly.

It charged, swiping at her with deadly claws. She parried the blow and spun away, putting some distance between herself and the beast.

It charged again and she flashed Igni, spraying the beast with a blast of fire. It screeched in pain, reeling back and swinging its wings wildly. Spinning on her heel she brought down the full weight of the blade, the metal biting deeply into its side. Blood splattered the floor and it screeched again, swiping at her.

The powerful forearm was blocked by the blade but the force sent her stumbling backwards.

She dug her heels in as much as the stone would allow and was able to quickly regain her footing. The beast swiped at her and she backstepped just out of its reach, sword poised to strike or parry as she circled it.

It screeched, the crest on its head flaring. It was angry.

She slashed at its face only to have the blow parried by the long talons on its forearms. She flung out her hand, throwing out another blast of fire to help create an opening. The beast screeched, leaping away as the flames licked at its leathery hide.

She spun to the right, delivering a furious overhead strike to its back, but it only grazed it as it jumped away.

It continued to back away as Ruby advanced. She had to be careful, it was liable to do something unpredictable.

She was in the surprised by what it did though.

Instead of attacking it fled.

Running back down the tunnel she had come from. The shock lasted only a moment before she gave chase down the tunnel, heading back the way she came. It was looking to escape.

She chased it back to the main cavern, nothing about that was unusual until it scrambled up the steps leading back up to the dungeon and her heart jumped in her chest.

She suddenly remembered Weiss and the guard standing just on the other side and her heart rate spiked.

‘Shit shIT SHIT!’ She panicked inside. That old rotten door would never hold the basilisk, it was going to escape into the castle.

She watched as it busted through the door with a crack like thunder followed by two startled voices.

She pushed herself harder, flying up the steps and into the dungeon.

Bits of shattered wood lay spilled across the floor. The guard was laying sprawled on his back having been knocked away when the basilisk burst through. Her eyes scanned frantically until they landed on a head of white.

Weiss was pushing herself up off the floor. She locked eyes with Ruby and pointed to the unfortunately, wide open doors that lead out into the castle.

“Go!” She ordered, watching the Witcher do a twitchy sideways shuffle toward the doors, unsure if she should give chase or help Weiss.

Without further prompting she turned and ran, following the screams that were suddenly erupting from within Beacon castle.

She caught up to it in the main hall. Screaming servants were running for their lives and guards shakily stood their ground.

There was no way it would break through the giant front gates, which meant it was now trapped inside. Unfortunately all the people that were now at risk put Ruby at a disadvantage.

“Run, get out of here!” She yelled, making those still frozen in fear scramble for cover.

Finding its way blocked it turned around to face her and let out a piercing screech as its wings unfurled in a gust of wind.

‘Shit,’ She thought with a scowl.

She flashed the sign for Quen and felt the tingle of the magical shield as it settled over her body.

Weiss came running into the main hall with Oobleck on her heels, having heard the commotion from his office. Several guards were at their side instantly, keeping them shielded near the wall.

The powerful beating of the basilisk’s wings lifted it off the ground, making the banners hanging from the walls flap violently and the guards shook in their armor. Ruby bent her knees, ready.

With a screech it flashed forward, diving at her.

Tucking her chin to her chest Ruby rolled forward, almost passing unharmed underneath the deadly beast. As it passed over its back legs knocked into her, sending her tumbling, breaking Quen and causing a small explosion that sent it reeling as it landed behind her, claws screeching against the stone as it tried to right itself. A few feathers smoked at the end of its wings from Quen’s blowback.

It’s screeching filled the room and its wings raised, preparing to take off again.

Popping up like a spring and pivoting on her heel Ruby threw up her right hand, casting Aard and blasting the basilisk with a gust of wind. It wasn’t enough to knock it over but it was enough to disorient it just long enough that in three quick seconds she covered the distance between her and it, swinging her sword in a graceful arc and slicing at the monsters left wing. It sailed through the air, never slowing as it sliced through skin and muscle like butter.

It screeched and flung itself around swiping at her exposed right side.

A searing pain shot through her shoulder but she ignored it as she leapt to the side. It spat at her, spraying acid across the floor, forcing her to back off. It spread its wings, preparing.

The cut to its wing hadn’t been enough to prevent it from taking off again.

She took a chance and darted forward, throwing out the Yrden sign. A glowing purple circle of runes flashed into existence around the basilisk, crackling with energy as it was held in the barrier. It wouldn’t last long.

With one powerful overhead swing she finished what she started and hacked off the beast’s left forearm. The loud crunching of its bones was drowned out by its shriek of anguish.

There wouldn’t be anymore flying for it.

It was crippled now but that was no reason to grow complacent, she’d been there before and paid for it. Her scars were a road map of lessons learned hard. Backed into a corner now it would fight harder than ever, even as it bled all over the floor. The servants hiding in the halls and behind the the pillars watched silently.

Weiss watched the Witcher’s graceful and fluid movements with silent awe and newfound respect. She honestly hadn’t expected much from the chatty, unimposing Witcher, but watching her now, swiftly moving around the beast in a deadly dance, she felt regret of her quick judgment.

Ruby circled the beast slowly, her steps measured and careful, ready to advance or retreat in the blink of an eye. It hissed and spit, keeping its bottomless black eyes trained on her.

Seeing the monster crippled emboldened a nearby guard into charging at it, sword drawn.

“Stay back!” Ruby shouted at the man.

His battle cry drew the monster’s attention and it turned on him much quicker than everyone but Ruby thought possible.

The guard screamed in agony as acid coated his front, spraying him in the face. He thrashed on the ground in agony.

Pressing the distraction Ruby charged, jumping up into a spin and bringing Crescent Rose’s blade down in a flashing arc, it bit deep into the back of the basilisk’s neck and blood splashed back, splattering her armor.

The beast slumped, twitching violently. Ruby raised her blade over head and with one great swing severed head from body and at last it lay still. Blood flowed over the stone and dripped from Crescent Rose’s tip, making little ripples in the growing pool at her feet.

The hall was silent for several long seconds before the guards cheered and bellowed, combined with the excited chatter of the servants.

“Sensational, absolutely sensational!” Oobleck praised as he jogged up to her, Weiss at his side.

“All in a day’s work.” Ruby nodded, taking out a rag and wiping the blood and remaining oil from the blade’s surface before sliding it home on her back. Reaching up to wipe her face she flinched, which did not go unnoticed by Weiss.

“You’re injured.” She took hold of the Witcher’s right arm to get a closer look at the two bloody gashes in her arms

“Yeah. He nicked me.” She admitted. Now that the adrenaline was leaving her she could feel it throbbing and was aware of the blood seeping all the way down her arm. Some had pooled inside her glove, she could feel the sticky liquid on her fingers.

She glanced over at the guard lying still on the floor. She already knew he was dead even before two other guards picked him up and carried him away and she felt some guilt gnaw at her. Weiss followed her gaze and saw the dead man being hauled away and the look of guilt on Ruby’s face.

“He brought that on himself.” The Sorceress said and Ruby knew it was true but she still felt guilty for it.

“We need to clean your arm.” Weiss insisted, tugging on the Witcher’s good arm.

She nodded and followed silently.

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Ruby sighed to herself as she leaned against the balcony in her room, clean and bandaged. Her armor had been taken to be repaired and cleaned, Oobleck had insisted. So she now wore a simple white peasant shirt under a maroon colored jerking, her old tattered cloak hanged from the shoulders and a clean pair of black pants. Her wound still stung but it was a graze at best. She rubbed her hand over the bandages gently.

Weiss had looked more than a little unimpressed by Ruby’s assessment of the two deep gouges on her right bicep.

Another job well done if she said so herself. True, she could just take the reward for the basilisk and leave, but then she thought of the blue eyed Sorceress and knew that wasn’t an option now.

“What are you getting yourself into, Ruby?” She asked herself aloud.

The quiet chirping of crickets was her answer.

A knock on her door had her glancing over her shoulder.

“Come in.” She called.

Weiss silently stepped into the room and seeing Ruby standing out on the balcony moved to join her.

“Hey, Weiss.” The Witcher greeted with an easy smile.

“Mistress Goodwitch and his Majesty are very pleased with your speedy dispatching of the basilisk. I informed her of the fisstech and that I would go and investigate the local source in the morning.” She informed. “If they could find the local supplier they could probably narrow down who might be responsible.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” Ruby nodded.

“How’s your arm?” She asked.

“Fine. In three of four days it will be like it never happened.” She assured.

“Good, I’m glad.” She said, tapping her fingers quietly on the railing.

They stood in silence for several minutes, Ruby looking up at the bright sea of stars twinkling above them and Weiss looking down at the dark garden below.

“Ruby…” Weiss started after a while. Those silver cat like eyes turned to train on her, eyebrows cocked in silent question.

“I want to… apologize.” She said. Ruby blinked in confusion.

“For what?”

“I… did not think much of you when we met.” She admitted. “I thought it would be better if we handled this problem ourselves, but Mistress Goodwitch insisted that we needed a professional, then you showed up to Signal Castle and I thought Mistress Goodwitch had lost her mind.” The Sorceress admitted with a grumble.

“You didn’t think I could slay bunnies, much less monsters?” Ruby guessed. Weiss pursed her lips, feeling suitably ashamed at her quick judgment of her companion but nodded all the same.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ruby said easily making Weiss look back up, meeting her eyes.

“What do you mean ‘don’t worry about it’?” She demanded. “I… I wrongly judged you and I…” She floundered for words. Her mouth snapped shut as she composed herself, much to Ruby’s silent amusement.

“I am not often wrong but I am big enough to admit when I am and I humbly ask for your forgiveness, Ruby Rose.” The Sorceress lowered her head ever so slightly. She still had her pride.

Ruby knew the Sorceress wasn’t going to let this go till she got the response she wanted.

“I accept your apology. Now forget about.” She smiled easily. “You’re hardly the first person who saw me and thought that. I know I’m not exactly imposing or scary like most of my fellows.”

“No, you aren’t…” Weiss agreed.

“You’re not exactly the meanest looking thing this side of the Blue mountains either, but I know you could kill a man in a heartbeat.” Ruby said.

“Also true.” Weiss agreed, pleased that Ruby was aware of that fact.

“Don’t be fooled though, this is all rock solid muscle.” She grinned pushing away from the railing and flexing. “Ow..”She flinched, grabbing at her injured arm.

“You dolt...” Weiss sighed, reaching out and gently laying a hand on the bandages covering Ruby's right shoulder. She quietly chanted a few words and soft green light emitted from her hand, soothing the pain.

“Thanks,” Ruby mumbled.

“Are you trying to impress me?” Weiss accused, cocking a white brow.

“Maybe… is it working?” She asked with an easy grin even as her stomach rolled and tumbled nervously.

“Maybe…” Weiss admitted, turning away to look at the garden below them, but Ruby could see the little smile pulling at her lips and was immeasurably pleased to be the reason for it.

The soft moonlight shining on Weiss’s white locks made it appear as if she was glowing and Ruby was struck by how beautiful the Sorceress was.

She turned away, looking back out at stars shining overhead, trying to regain control of her rapidly beating heart. She turned back to her companion and caught Weiss’s intense stare.

“Wha…?” Her question was silenced by the mouth suddenly slanted over hers.

The Sorceress’s soft lips were pressed against her own chapped ones and she was frozen, blindsided by the sudden kiss as her head filled with static.

When Ruby didn’t move Weiss pulled back, embarrassed.

Without a word she moved to go, getting only as far as the balcony door before an iron grip wrapped around her wrist and she found herself being spun back around and the lips she had only seconds before been kissing were roughly pressing against her own.

Her free hand scrambled for purchase, fisting into the soft leather of Ruby’s jerkin as the Witcher wrapped an arm like steel around her waist, holding her in place. Heat shot through Weiss like wildfire and she wrenched her other hand free from the other woman's grip to bury her fingers almost painfully in the red and black locks.

It was like casting a powerful spell. Every cell of her body was buzzing with energy.

When her lips were finally released all she could do was pant and stare into those slitted silver eyes.

“I… uh...” Ruby started, unconsciously running her tongue over her lips. Weiss pressed a finger against them.

“For once, don’t say anything.” She said, taking Ruby’s rough, calloused hand and lead her back inside, shutting the balcony door behind them.

[kit-astrophy]

Now featuring the FINAL design!

The Story; Part 4. Aranea!

Previously:

Meet the Bros - Designs for Gladio, Ignis, Prompto and Noctis.

The story; Part 1 [by @moonraccoon-exe] - featuring the tale of how Gladio found Ignis and helped him on his road to recovery.

The story; Part 2 - featuring Gladio meeting Noct and Prom, Ignis dealing with shedding and a trotting Gladio!

The Story; Part 3 - Ardyn! Bringing you his design, and the angst.

This AU just keeps me rambling. Two more characters to come, BOTH in part 5 of this story, so keep your eyes peeled! <3 I’m so glad people are finding some enjoyment in this AU and as always, feel free to talk to me about it!

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This situation is not good. Prompto is frantic, Ignis is terribly wounded and Noctis still hasn’t woken up either. Gladio isn’t sure how he’s stayed calm up until his point.

Like all the other creatures who had now lost their home to the raging inferno, courtesy of Ardyn, they’ve had to seek out a new home near the beaches. There’s a small, unoccupied cave they had to make home. 

They have no supplies, and no access to the village they usually went to when they needed anything. There was another nearby but right now, they weren’t sure if they should take any risks. After all, Noctis was their best thief.

Ignis’ burns have made a mess of his body, and all they have been able to do is try to keep him off of them... which was pretty hard with how much of him was covered in them. It would be a miracle if he survived at this point.

Gladio has only one idea. And really, it’s insane. But there were many legends of a creature blessed with healing abilities beyond all imagination... the problem was, they were so rare that it was difficult to find them. 

However... there was one creature who just might know where to find this blessed being. 

Rumor had it that the Arachne known as Aranea, was the best place to go for any information.

There was just one small... tiny... terrible problem. Information from Aranea was never free. And if she didn’t like you? You weren’t going to leave alive.

Prompto was dead set against it, but Gladio knew exactly where to find her and their options were extremely limited. It had to be done.

Her cave wasn’t hard to find. Further around the beach were a complex system of caves built into the cliffs. Gladio approached with caution and wondered for a moment if she would even listen to him. 

Poor dude almost jumped right out of his hooves when she dropped down from over his head.

Aranea was a beautiful creature, if you could look past the eight legs and murderous intent. She stalked right up to him, circling Gladio to take him all in.

“And just what could a bulking centaur like yourself, want with me, hm?”

Gladio tried to stand tall; he didn’t want her to know how intimidating she actually was. But he explained to her what he wanted.

“Oh? My, that is a bold request... however it just so happens that I do know where to find what you seek.... for a price” 

It was a risk Gladio was willing to take. Whatever she wanted, he would fight for. He would run to the ends of Eos if he had to.

Cakes, were not exactly what he had in mind.

“Darlin’, there are just some things a girl like me can’t get for herself. Of course, I could always ask for something else. Some werewolf blood, or perhaps some pixie wings-”

“The cakes are fine! That’s... fine... I’ll figure it out”

How the hell was a Centaur supposed to get cakes for a blood thirsty Arachne? 

“I told you it was a bad idea!” Prompto squeaked. “It’s not like we can just walk up to someone and buy a cake, that’s crazy! We’d be killed the second we stepped into the village!”

Prompto shook his head, slapping his hands over his ears. “This is it, we’re screwed!”

... Except that Prompto looks awfully human when his ears are hidden.

Oh no...

Oh yes.

Gladio carefully rearranged Prompto’s hair to better cover the tips of his ears, meticulously ruffling at it to make sure they’d stay hidden while Prompto whined and complained. 

“Now remember. You go in, pick out someone’s wallet, grab as many cakes as you can afford and carry, and head straight for Aranea’s cave, okay?”

“NOT OKAY! I’M NOT GOING IN THERE. I HATE SPIDERS!”

“Prom, you are going. Think of Iggy. Think of Noct”

“Okay... okay... I can try... I... Gladio.... what’s a ‘wallet’?”

( ￣ー￣ )

For an Elf, Prompto isn’t all that bright sometimes. But Gladio does his best to explain and sends him on his way. There’s a village they’ve never been to before not far from Aranea’s hideout. 

It’s a tense time for Prompto, constantly patting his hair down and glancing around at all the people nervously. One slip up and he was a dead Elf.

However, Prompto was a really good pickpocket. 

And it turns out that cakes weren’t all that expensive.

So he got six of them. It was pretty hard to stack that many boxes in his arms and he made a nervous comment about “girlfriends, amiright?” to the teller before making a very hasty retreat.

That was the easy part.

Prompto was absolutely terrified of large bugs and you didn’t find one much bigger than Aranea.

He approached with near-silent footsteps, careful to avoid walking into any cobwebs and shaking the entire time.

Especially when she appeared out of nowhere right behind him. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t dropped all the cakes.

“And what are you doing here, Shortcake?”

“CAKES! Gladio said you like cakes and I got you cakes because we need help and cakes are good so if you could eat these cakes and not me and maybe just tell me where we find this magical thing and I can be on my merry way and not die please oh god don’t eat me”

She likes him. She likes him a lot. 

She took the cakes and tucked them away out of sight, returning once again behind the trembling Elf just for fun. The squeak he made when three of her legs curled around him was more than a little amusing.

“Alright... I’ll tell you what you want to know” She said, human fingers petting through his hair while he tried desperately not to scream or cry.

He practically threw himself at Gladio in a sobbing mess when he got back. “Oh god she touched me!”

Gladio carefully brushed the lingering webs out of Prompto’s hair before he could realize they were there.

“You did good, Prom. You did really good”

And now, Gladio knew where he had to go. Even with the day drawing into evening, there was no time to waste.

[alexiela73]

If you don’t mind either, maybe a small continuation of the witch mercy with fem!s/o who’s a werewolf fic. Perhaps a bit of angst, hurt/comfort? Like Mercy is cornered by some bad dudes who want to hurt her, Werewolf s/o appears and protects her but gets wounded pretty badly in the fight. Mercy taking care of them and praising them for protecting her

Got ahead of myself again. Sorry its so long, I know you wanted small…

“Here you go, Mrs. Brigget,” Angela said to an older woman, standing outside her door holding a small pouch as the sky slowly darkened with nightfall. “Inside this are some ground up herbs. Just put a teaspoon into your tea once a day for the next week and your should be feeling better in no time.”

The elderly woman smiled warmly at Angela, little wisps of gray hair poking from beneath her small hat. “Thank you, dearie. I do appreciate your spells, Miss Witch. Especially when they help an old woman like me,” she said, giving Angela a gold coin before taking the pouch. The witch noticed the little boy peeking from around the woman’s skirts, clutching her dress folds as he watched her.

Smiling down at him, Angela reminded the woman, “You can call me Angela, Mrs. Brigget. Or Mercy.” The little boy gave her a hesitant smile that grew, before he fled back into the house with a giggle. It melted Angela’s heart, honestly.

Waving it off, the little old woman smiled at Mercy again, showing off a dimple. “Why don’t you come inside for a cup of tea, Miss witch? You walked an awful long way to bring us the medicine,” Mrs. Brigget said. Mercy hid her smile and was prepared to accept, finding herself a bit parched.

Mrs. Brigget paused when a gust of wind blew the chimes on her porch violently, losing its usually sweet sound. Mercy had to reach up and hold down her hat, even as the breeze seemed to tug and pull at her. Suddenly unease, Mercy turned back to the woman.

“That’s okay, Mrs. Brigget. I think I’m going to head straight home,” Mercy said, giving her a gentle smile and briefly she squeezed the woman’s frail hand in farewell. “Blessed be.” Mercy prayed for the woman’s good health and safety, knowing the herbs and her little spell could only help the woman so much. The rest was up to the woman’s will.

Leaving the house, Mercy walked down the dark streets of the village, heels clicking on the cobblestone sidewalk. Vaguely she noticed that some of the villagers were lighting the lamps along the roads, but right now Mercy could hardly focus on that.

Often Mercy would get a feeling, a vision…a premonition that something was to come. This was the first time though that her vision filled her with such unease…. something bad was coming, Mercy thought. She was sure of it. The breeze that flitted the autumn leaves down the winding streets seemed to be telling her the same thing: she needed to go home, right away.

Mercy wished she hadn’t come alone to the village to deliver the parcel. It would have been so easy to just accept your invitation to walk her there and home. Yet Mercy had thought it best to take a nice quiet walk by herself to clear our the long list of orders rattling in her head.

She saw now how wrong she had been.

The unease grew into a discomfort that seemed to physically envelope her, and soon she became aware of what felt like eyes watching her from the shadows. A soft noise of fear escaped her lips when there was a sudden sound of heavy foot falls behind her, like something was chasing her.

Angela reacted on instinct and began to run. Whoever it was following her was bigger then her, she had already deduced, though Mercy was a bit on the small size. And the pursuer was definitely a man.

Fear drove her feet to move faster, even as the chaser seemed to get closer and closer. Heart beating wildly, Angela didn’t dare glance back at him in fear of what she would find, in fear of how close he’d really be. This street was still dark, and most people were inside their homes, tucking in for the night.

A howl sounded in the distance, and to Mercy’s relief she caught sight of the forest ahead and the path that would lead her home. The gravel patch that led home lay tucked between to large willow trees ahead. If she passed the trees and made it into the woods, surely no human would follow her in there. Not while knowing what dangers lurk within those woods…

While Mercy was a powerful witch, she had her limits her magic could not be used to bring harm to a human. And humans were the most dangerous of all, for while the villagers were kind and believed in her gentle soul, many humans still would not stand to hear of witchcraft for being used for anything but evil.

Almost there, she thought desperately, just reaching the willow trees-

A large hand roughly grabbed her arm, shoving her hard enough that Mercy was knocked back into one of the willow trees, falling against its rough bark with a soft cry. The pain was sharp in her arm as the force of the shove and the rough bark scraped at her skin, leaving little bleeding scratches along her elbow and shoulder.

“There you are, witch,” laughed a deep, masculine voice. “Been lookin’ everywhere for you. We wanted to say a little hello.”

Angela lifted her head, leaning back against the tree as she clutched her arm. A bulk of a man stepped through the swaying branches of the willow tree, and she recognized he was a traveller, from his obvious wears. We…she thought, and at that moment three other fingers pushed through the branches, each of their eyes burning with a hatred that shook her.

This is what the premonition was about, she thought as terror coursed through her veins, trying to form the words she needed to protect herself. But these were large, mortal men. There was nothing you could do to fight back.

“I have done nothing wrong,” Mercy managed to say, voice quivering. “Please, let me go. I can forgive this.”

One of the men shook his head, holding a pitch fork in his hands and he smiled a cruel, gap-toothed grin. “Y’see, missy, we don’t like witches or nothin’,” said the man. “Worlds best without ‘em. Y’get what I’m saying here, miss?”

Mercy prayed within herself. Prayed for these men to stop, prayed that a miracle would happen. Prayed you would forgive her for her foolishness.

“Maybe we’ll be gentle,” the big one said and the rest laughed. “Why don’t we have a look here-” His big meaty hand reached for her, and Mercy flinched back against the tree, eyes closed tight as she waited for him to grab her.

Instead, his hand never found you. Your eyes opened as suddenly as they’d closed as a loud howl permitted the air, too close by. The men had stopped briefly, looking a bit wary. Surely they wouldn’t risk it…

“Them wolves don’t come to the village, aye,” said one of the men. “The forest creatures don’t touch the village. As long as we’re on this side of the tree, all will be fine-”

A snarl filled the air and the men let out a shocked cry, all of the stepping back and one scrabbling behind the other. Beside the tree stood a massive white wolf that came to Mercy’s shoulders. Hackles raised, large canines were bared in a snarl as the giant creature slowly stalked forward.

“W-What is t-that?!” said one of the men, as the massive one scrambled back from Mercy. None of them had ever seen such a massive wolf, one that could easy fit one of their heads in its whole jaw and squish it like a grape.

A tiny, relieved whimper left Mercy’s lips as the wolf firmly planted itself between you and the men. The wolf’s ear flicked back toward her, as if saying it was here. Here to protect Mercy…tears filled her eyes. How good it was to see you…

“Thats the witch’s beast!” said one of the men, and he immediately had his torch up. You snarled, tail straight up and your ears laid flat against your head. How dare these men hurt your witch?

The big burly man got into a stance before he launched himself at you. You easily dodged him, dodged the knife you hadn’t seen clutched in his hand. Except in that moment, all of them attacked. 

Mercy let out a cry as metal met flesh and teeth tore skin, blood spraying across your beautiful pelt. There were screams, yelps, snarling and cursing as the five of you fought. And Mercy could do nothing, because the men harming you were mortal. Never had she despised such a rule in her life, for this was the first time she had ever thought of hurting a human.

And yet…

Despite being out numbered, your strength was too much. You bowled over the last assailant, sharp claws tearing his shirt as your sheer weight pressed him down into the earth. The man had sweat and blood dripping down the side of his face, and you felt no mercy in your heart as you prepared to end him.

“Y/n!” you heard Mercy’s voice, a soft plea. “Please…I…you can’t kill them. They’re cruel, but we can’t take the life of another…please.”

The wolf in you said to kill the abominations that dared to harm her mate, and yet the human in you regrettably knew Mercy was right. As much as you wanted to…this was a case where you could walk away and no one had to die. After all, they hadn’t had a chance to really harm your beloved.

“P-Please,” the man begged, trying to shield his face with his hands in defense, prepared for you to attack.

Lips curling back, you snapped at him and took satisfaction in seeing him flinch and whimper. Then you slowly got off him, padding over to where your witch stood by the tree, clutching her arm. Looking back, you watched as all the men scrambled away and ran, clutching their wounds.

You still wished you hadn’t let them go. How cruel people could be, you thought to yourself before licking at her wound gently, nosing against her. You could smell no other injury on her, as far as you could tell.

Mercy’s fingers came up, threading through your fur and gently fisting in the fur of your cheeks as she laid her head upon yours, letting out the longest breath you’d ever heard. “I’m so happy your okay, that you found me in time…” Mercy whispered, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of your soft fur.

“I was so scared, y/n. I was so afraid…” Mercy’s eyes opened. “Your…your shaking, Y/n.”

Am I? you thought distantly. For a few brief minutes, you had felt overwhelming pain in your body. The pitch fork had pierced one of your legs twice. The big man with the knife had stabbed your back and side as many times as he could manage, which hadn’t been too much. There were spots the other two had kicked and hit mercilessly at you. And the pain had been intense…

Now though, you felt numb, as though you were floating on a cloud. You felt colder, you thought, despite the thick fur. Slowly your legs started to buckle beneath you.

That was when Mercy saw the blood coating your beautiful white fur. “Y/n!” she gasped, just as she sank to the forest floor. “Oh god, y/n! Baby, you have to change back! Change back, baby!” Mercy’s voice was distant, as though she’d somehow moved far away.

You didn’t feel as her hands skimmed over you, didn’t feel her as she looked at the severity of your wounds. You didn’t understand the tears that welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she desperately tried to chant a spell to heal you. You didn’t comprehend the sobs that shook her.

All you could so was watch her with soft eyes that were slowly closing. “Don’t-Y/n, you can’t sleep! Don’t you dare! You have to change, y/n, I can’t help you like this!” Mercy sobbed. “Please, change back!”

Change back…you thought vaguely. Mercy…wants me to change…back…

The world went black around you, the last echo of her voice filling the oblivion you fell into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Slowly you came back to the world, and the first thing you knew upon awakening..was that you were in pain. A low moan left your lips as a searing jolt went through your back. You laid in a soft bed of furs and quilts, naked beneath a large blanket. You could feel the bandages covering your upper body and both your thighs.

Eyes opening slowly, you registered the room was rather dark, but warmly lit by a fire in a large hearth. “Angela…” you murmured, looking around slowly, trying to crane your neck but each movement hurt. Candles littered the room and you could see a new pile of spell books at her desk.

The door opened suddenly, and you saw a tired looking Mercy walk in, only to freeze at the door. She held a tray In her hands, with what smelled like delicious cream and tomato soup. Immediately there was a pang in your belly and your mouth watered, as though you hadn’t eaten in days..

“Your awake,” she whispered, a wobbly smile coming to her face before she slowly made her way over. Putting the tray on the bedside table, she took a seat on the edge of the bed and immediately reached for your hand.

How warm it is, you thought, before you studied her. How tired she looks…there were circles under her eyes and her eyes slightly puffy, like she’d cried recently. It broke your heart to think she might have cried without you to go and comfort her.

“I am,” you croaked, your throat dry. “Are you…are you okay?” You could remember what happened, the men who had prepared to kill Mercy, tearing at them and knowing in your heart that you had to protect her..but it went kind of fuzzy after that.

It looked for a moment like she considered it, but after a moment Mercy crawled into the bed and gently tucked herself against your side. At first it hurt, the pressure of her body on yours, but you wanted her close and gradually the pain eased.

“You’ve been unconscious for two whole days,” Mercy said softly, her fingers gently stroking your collarbone. “I…I was so afraid, y/n. There was so much blood and you were barely breathing…If you hadn’t changed back into a human, I’d have never been able to get you home.” 

Hating how her voice wavered, you managed to reach up and stroke the blonde strands from her face. You didn’t need to look at her to know her eyes were full of tears.

“I’m sorry, Angela,” you murmur, stroking her hair and resting your cheek to the top of her head. “But you know I can’t regret it, right? I’d give my life a thousand times over if only to keep you safe.”

A little laugh bubbled to her lips, and Mercy wiped at her tears before pressing a kiss to your chin. “I know, baby. Thank you. Thank you for saving me,” Mercy says softly, playing with a lock of your hair that fell across your shoulder.

“I love you,” you murmured, breathing in deeply. Just the smell of her, of candle wax and herbs and soup…all of it soothed you. “There’s no need to thank me.”

Slowly nodding, Mercy rested her cheek on your chest and closed her eyes, thankful for every blessed moment she had you in her life.

[oneandahalfwolf]

Benkai'l.

Ben to some. Kai to few. Mutt, mongrel, half-breed and other slurs to many more.  Loyal pet and favourtie toy to an evil woman. Platonic soulmate to a small half-elf mage. Brother to a devilish tiefling rogue. Just a grumpy puppy who really wants to be loved but doesn’t feel like they deserve it.

Ben is a tall and skinny bean pole who’s skin is pale as snow. Their eyes are a pale grey, like the moon’s light - unless that light causes them to glow a bright yellow, a sign of the other wolf that lives inside them. Their hair is black as night, the same black that covers the fur on the wolf ears atop their head and the tail at the bottom of their spine.

They identify as nonbinary, mismatched by birth and genetics, but fool you if you ask what’s in their breeches. Also fool you if you try to flirt with the aroace pupper, for if they don’t set you alight you’ll have a rather angry array of people on you when their pack gets wind of it.

Being wolf-kin meant Ben always had heightened senses, better strength and endurance, and a greater healing factor than most humans. Their species was always evident what with their wolf ears and tail, and the fact they could naturally shift their form into a wolf; slightly larger than an average one with black fur and their normal grey eyes.

However once bitten by a werewolf they had another Wolf inside to contend with. One who wanted to rip and tear and kill. In moments of anger their eyes would change from grey to yellow, already sharper than average teeth growing into fangs as their canines lengthened, and their nails extended into hard and sharp claws.  Their senses grew even sharper. Strength and stamina increasing still. Their healing improved with wounds that would take humans days and them formally hours, could now be instantaneously mended.

Under the sway of the full moon their bones would crack and break, their clothes would rip and tear, as a new and monstrous wolf broke free; taller than even their human form with long limbs and large paws, but the same black fur and skinny frame, though their eyes were now bright yellow, pupils showing whether they had control over their form - small pin pricks that were barely there meant their mind belonged to the other Wolf.

Their early transformations were agonising and long. Skin hot and feverish as their senses became hypersensitive. Shoulder blades moving as their spine cracked and rib cage snapped out of place in order to grow, night air filled with their screams that grew into howls. They would loose time to the black outs of the transformations, waking naked and sometimes covered in blood.

They slowly gained control over the Wolf, their natural half-beast nature being a boon as it allowed the two to merge much easier, which in turn allowed them to control their shift at will as well as mean they could retain their mind during the forced full moon ones. The transformations also became less painful and wouldn’t last as long. Their sense of loyalty and connection with nature only grew, though the added werewolf attributes could exacerbate some of their wolfish tendencies for the worse, such as their rage and impulse to fight and hunt and run.

Originally abandoned by their pack due to superstitious elders, they were found as a sickly newborn in the forest outside of a village by the local blacksmith and his wife, the owner of the general store. The couple took the baby puppy home and nursed them back to health before deciding to raise them as their own.

However the townsfolk didn’t take too kindly to a wolf-kin in their midst, but couldn’t exactly say much since they were reliant on the forge and the shop to sustain their town. So Ben grew up with loving adoptive parents while still being ostracised by the town. On the one hand they were taught how to swim, how to build and tinker, how to use weapons of many kinds and other normal childhood things. While on the other hand they were bullied by the children in the village, had sharp rocks and cruel words thrown at them, all while the adults ignored them or belittled them too.

Their mother would tell them to ignore the hate of those who didn’t want to understand them and their nature, their father telling them to be strong and rise above it, but as they grew it became harder. When they hit puberty at 11 their emotions changed along with their body, inner wolf developing along with them. They were now quicker to anger than they used to be, picking fights with the other kids that taunted them, coming home with scrapes and bruises much to their mother’s dismay. She would always patch them up and soothe them with a lullaby, despite her worry over them.

Their actions caused even more strain between their family and the rest of the village, the adults calling for the runt to be exiled. Their parents fought the townsfolk, reminding them of their value to the village, but eventually tensions bubbled over.

When they were 14 there was an explosion in the forge which lead to a fire that trapped Ben and both their parents. Ben was able to escape through a small hole in the rubble by shifting to their wolf form at their father’s insistence, suffering only mild smoke inhalation and minor burns. Their parent’s weren’t so lucky, perishing in the fire. To this day Ben doesn’t know whether it was an accident or sabotage by the townspeople.

They weren’t able to take the time to mourn as the village descended on them even as the fire still burned behind them. The inhabitants blamed them for the fire and used it as their excuse to finally drive them out of town. With no parents left to defend them Ben was forced to run. They had enough time to sprint home and fill a small pack with some provisions and clothes, grabbing a waterskin and their important items; the dual swords they made with their father, the lucky gold coin their mother gave them, and the grey fur half shawl that had been with them as a baby - the only thing connecting them to their biological family. With all that collected they left the house without even bothering to lock the door and ran.

They lived off the land, hunting in the forests and bathing in the rivers. Every so often they would venture into towns in an attempt to get hot food and a warm bath but would often be chased out or beaten due to their species, repeatedly on the receiving end of racist triads and slurs. Eventually they resorted to stealing and pickpocketing at every opportunity, taking coins from passers-by and wares from stalls. They also used their hood to hide their ears and tucked their tail away to try and get into taverns, enough gold usually buying suspecting owners silence. However with both these gambits they ran the risk of getting caught, regularly being left bruised and bloodied on the town’s outskirts.

At 17 they, almost literally, ran into a young mage fleeing the Circle Tower she had been forced to call home. After a brief bit of banter the two were forced to face the small pack of werewolves that had been chasing Ben. The brutish male alpha grinned as he approached the growling pup as they tried to stand in front of the stranger they just met. He thought it was cute how they tried to be a ‘real wolf’ when all they were was a mongrel, his cocky cronies laughing. When Ben shot back that they were more wolf than him he snarled and decided to teach them a lesson.

Ben tried to fight them off, tried to protect the stranger, but despite their valiant attempt the leader of the pack ultimately bit them. In the end the young mage was the one to scare off the pack, using her magic to force a retreat. She tended to Ben's injuries, apologising for her subpar healing magic, and finally introduced herself as Ileyra, a half-elf with a kind smile and sweet laugh that seemed familiar and comforting. She stayed with them through the fever of the change as they travelled, refusing to leave their side and helped them overcome the pains and trials of becoming a Werewolf, as well as aiding them during their first full moon, using her magic to make sure they couldn't hurt anyone, especially themself.

Iley still didn't leave after all this and the two ended up adventuring together. Their first year or so was quite eventful. They stumbled upon Ben's biological pack where they managed to reconcile with their estranged family with a nudge from Iley. Circle mages caught up with the pair and took Iley while poisoning Ben magically with silver, forcing the werewolf to go on a rescue while slowly dying, a fate which was avoided by their mage friend having to literally remove their heart from their chest to slow the poison enough to get them an antidote; a feat neither would wish to repeat, and marked Ben with a dent in their sternum. They crossed paths with a disturbing Queen and her dolt husband, reluctantly taking in their hospitality after saving them - during which time Ben was forced to pretend to be a familiar with a collar and all - eventually escaping once her actions became even more uncomfortable, despite her attempts to get them to stay or at least have Iley sell Ben to her, the pair robbing the castle and fleeing during a full moon. Ben also lost their right arm below mid bicep in a vicious ogre attack, Iley managing to save the severed limb with a stasis spell before the two went on a mission to reattach it, if a little sloppily, before going on a second to create a haphazard gauntlet for their forearm so the limb will work again and cause them less pain – along with a few enhancements including the limb adapting to their changing forms.

About a year and a half into their adventuring the two ‘bumped into’ the same Queen from before, her husband now dead by mysterious circumstances and she now sole ruler of her land. Her infatuation with Ben had only grown worse over time and the two continued to be creeped out, vowing to leave town at dawn. However she ambushed them in their tavern room that night, and after a brief altercation where she overpowered the pair, she stole Ben’s heart right out of their chest – having done her research and knowing with that in her possession she could have complete control over the puppy, making them her ‘willing’ pet. Iley lost all fight and the two were dragged back to her castle, the half-elf shoved into a bedroom and trapped behind a magical barrier while the Queen figured out how to take her heart too, as well as spending time playing with her new toy.

Ileyra barely slept as she worked tirelessly to break out and free her best friend, delving deeper than she ever had before into blood magic in her attempt to escape. She used a coup of the kingdom’s people and castle servants to her advantage, bargaining with a half-kin trying to save his sister that in exchange for removing the barrier, she would kill the Queen. On her release from her imprisonment she made her way straight to the Queen’s bedchamber finding her and Ben - the wolf-kin collared, half-naked, and looking extremely worse for wear. After barbs were thrown and the Queen tried to have Ben kill Iley, the mage retrieved the werewolf’s heart and threw the evil ruler out of the window.

Not sparing the woman a second thought Iley rushed to Ben’s side and returned their heart, though the damage was done as the time spent without their heart permanently dropped their skin temperature to constantly freezing and tinged their lips blue. Iley was quick to remove the collar and drag Ben away from that awful place, helping them through their internal trauma even as the physical marks healed. She dealt with their inability to speak unless it came to screaming from nightmares, as well as the sudden bouts of shifting to their normal wolf form when being human was too difficult.

Ben was just starting to get better when the two were approached in a new land by the area’s King. Despite their reservations they went with him to his castle, thinking they could at least rob him if nothing else. However they should have listened to their instincts as the man had ulterior motives. He had plans to drug Iley and marry her so he could siphon her powerful magic to keep himself young and powerful. Ben discovered this when they stumbled upon a hidden dungeon full of skeletons of drained mages, but were locked inside by the Captain of the King’s Guard, unable to tell Iley what they discovered.

The wolf-kin tried to escape by many means before resorting to changing to their natural wolf form to tunnel out of the dungeon. Once free they sneaked through the castle to retrieve all of their’s and their best friend’s things, hiding them at a small camp they’d made, before returning in werewolf form. They exploded through the castle wall into the throne room with a roar, interrupting the wedding much to the King’s anger. Iley struggled through the spells and potions clouding her mind but eventually, after a stand-off involving a gun at the end of which the werewolf slashed at the cruel tyrant, recognised Ben and allowed them to rescue her, riding on their back to their far away camp.

After this the two tried to stick to the forests and mountains for a while before finally venturing into a town when they felt confident they were far away from the monarchs who used them as they were in great need of a drink. However half-breeds in this kingdom must be court approved. They were approached by guards and told they needed to see the kingdom’s Queen. Given their intense distrust of royals now the two refused and ended up getting into a bar brawl before being carted off to the castle anyway. Things took a surprising turn when it transpired this Queen was Iley’s true mother, the woman recognising her child as soon as she laid eyes on her. Ben convinced Iley to give her mother a chance, must like she did for them and their pack, and the two remained at the castle, getting to know the family and getting some help over their traumatic events.

Soon enough however the two decided to get back on the road, heading to see Ben’s pack again since it had been a while and they were feeling family nostalgia. The two promised to write on their way but the letters stopped abruptly when the pair were ensnared by the Queen and King, the rulers having survived and teamed up to claim their respective prizes, using the fact that the siphoning of Iley’s magic had weakened the protective spells around the pair’s hearts to their advantage. The two were separated and taken by their individual captor.

Ben was taken back to the Queen’s new castle where she first removed their arm – ripping the tubes that provided the magic that made it work before pulling out each stitch and staple holding the limb on, relishing in their cries of pain – and then removed their heart. Their Mistress enjoyed torturing her pet, using her control over them to warp their mind and make them question their very existence. She took great pleasure in returning their heart, often at the worst possible times, and witnessing their distressed suffering that was just as delicious as their blank obedience. Ben started to skate the line of sanity as they were forced - either literally since she had their heart, or with coercion, manipulation, false promises and ‘rewards’ or punishment and pain – to do and take part in horrible and unspeakable things; including killing people and unwanted sex as the Queen used them as her own personal weapon and toy.

Eventually after many long months Ben was rescued by Iley’s family and their pack, the families having teamed up to save their children. The Queen forced Ben to fight – a brutal battle despite the pup missing an arm - before trying to crush their heart when the tide of battle changed out of her favour, stating that if she couldn’t have them no one could. The group stopped her from following through, their pack tearing her apart, but not before Ben had fallen into a coma. They were taken back to the family’s castle whereupon an already rescued Iley, who demanded to see them as soon as she knew they had been brought in, was able to return their heart to its rightful place.

They didn’t wake up until the next full moon, Iley remaining resolutely by their side as they lay still on the bed the whole time. When they did wake they were distraught and confused, tumbling out of bed as they freaked out over their missing arm and wondering why they had their heart back, dreading the implications. Iley tried to talk them down from their heightened state even as they begged and pleaded a phantom Mistress, disbelieving their freedom and searching for their missing collar, only finding heavily scarred skin. It wasn’t until they were forced to change that Ben finally calmed down, their nose and ears unable to deny their best friend’s, their sibling’s, scent and voice.

The two remained at the castle to recover, barely leaving each other’s side day or night as they both attempted to return to normal and put their imprisonment, torture, manipulation, and rape at the hands of those monsters behind them. They helped each other through the nightmares, flashbacks and other symptoms as they always had; quick to reassure each other that things were okay. They slowly eased into a routine and despite the numerous physical and mental scars, they felt somewhat better as time went on.

During this time Ben designed and created a new arm for themself with the help of necromancy, alchemy, enchantments, runes and other magics along with their own forging and building skills. The limb was much sleeker and tidier than what had essentially been the prototype since they hadn’t had the time nor money to create a more perfect model – that not being a problem now since Iley’s mother and step-father bank rolled the new one – but it looked mostly the same and kept a lot of the original features such as a foldable shield, the ability to shoot fire, and shifting with them as they changed form. Soon enough the pair decided to go adventuring again as they were becoming stir crazy in the castle, heading off into the sunset.

However their adventuring together couldn’t last forever, no matter how much they wished it to. Iley had to return to her family as she wanted to further her magical teachings and knowledge, as well as get to know her extended family and learn about her deceased biological father. Ben was happy for her and encouraged her to follow her heart, while they remained on the road. Their internalised trauma reared heavily without their sibling around, her presence having helped chase away their demons for a time. Their nightmares and such returned with a vengeance all while they descended into dangerous and reckless behavior.

Before they could do irreversible damage to themselves they were luckily discovered by a tiefling rogue named Orianna, a woman they had happened to meet in a bar some months back while adventuring and stumbled into again. She recognised and perceived their internal suffering; immediately greatly concerned with their seemingly suicidal attitude, unhealthy coping strategies and serious trauma symptoms, as well as their frail and skinny frame hiding under werewolf strength - looking more malnourished and skeletal than even the last time she saw them only a short time ago in the grand scheme. She decided to stick around them and help, whether they wanted her to or not; eventually becoming something of a sister to them and another trusted pack member, part of their inner circle even - which had only ever consisted of Iley before.

Benkai’l’s story does not end there however. Fate had already conspired to join them and Iley together, their lives and destinies tied together by an invisible red string. The pair would find themselves reborn in many lives together of varying realities and worlds and realms, however with no memory of their previous ones. Ben could take many forms during these lives – human, lab experiment, hellhound, superhero, werewolf – though still looked mostly the same. Pale and cold skin, tall, grey eyes and black hair. These lives would often hit the same beats as their main life - though some would not be as long or as harsh while others would be worse - with their strong connection to Ileyra always being present and consistent.

For no matter what life they would lead, she would always be there. Their platonic soulmate bound by red string.

[if you managed to read all of this and make it here to the end, then i hope you enjoyed my baby’s backstory and you deserve a medal, a cookie and a hug from the mun, perhaps a rare one from the muse too.]

[angisam]

Your wild side

Chapter 3: the odyssey

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I hope it’s ok writting, bad english

The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue “pocket” bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ….

“SANS … ARE YOU DEAD? MMM …” Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn’t trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy …. Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the … flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail … soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small “pocket” bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans’s station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother’s accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus’s eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother’s mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans’s unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo’s stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin’s air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother’s sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans’s mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the “night”.

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn’t because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other’s skull “GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU …”. To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully “welcome to Snowdin”. A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters …). Once out of “danger” made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

“Sir Commander!” His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

“Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! ”- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-“ ….you would give me his autograph?”-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. “I HAVE TO GO,KID” he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. “One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you” - “WITHOUT HANDS I DON’T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn’t so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I’m sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don’t know what I would be thinking about it and I … sorry for be lost his time * hip * ”- Well done sack of bones … He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. “LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE ”-“ b-but you’re right "sobs * everyone says the same to me” - “KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY” - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation “- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn’t a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure” inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.

thank for reading ^^

[angisam]

Your wild side

Chapter 3: the odyssey

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The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue "pocket" bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ....

"SANS ... ARE YOU DEAD? MMM ..." Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn't trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy .... Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the ... flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail ... soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small "pocket" bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans's station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother's accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus's eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother's mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans's unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo's stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin's air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother's sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans's mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the "night".

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn't because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other's skull "GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU ...". To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully "welcome to Snowdin". A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters ...). Once out of "danger" made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

"Sir Commander!" His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

"Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! "- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-" ....you would give me his autograph?"-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. "I HAVE TO GO,KID" he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. "One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you" - "WITHOUT HANDS I DON'T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn't so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I'm sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don't know what I would be thinking about it and I ... sorry for be lost his time * hip * "- Well done sack of bones ... He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. "LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE "-" b-but you're right "sobs * everyone says the same to me" - "KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY" - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation "- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn't a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure" inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

 When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.

[angisam]

Your wild side

Chapter 3 the odyssey

tumblr : 1  2

Word: 1980

The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue "pocket" bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ....

"SANS ... ARE YOU DEAD? MMM ..." Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn't trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy .... Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the ... flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail ... soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small "pocket" bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans's station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother's accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus's eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother's mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans's unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo's stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin's air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother's sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans's mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the "night".

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn't because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other's skull "GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU ...". To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully "welcome to Snowdin". A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters ...). Once out of "danger" made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

"Sir Commander!" His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

"Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! "- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-" ....you would give me his autograph?"-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. "I HAVE TO GO,KID" he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. "One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you" - "WITHOUT HANDS I DON'T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn't so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I'm sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don't know what I would be thinking about it and I ... sorry for be lost his time * hip * "- Well done sack of bones ... He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. "LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE "-" b-but you're right "sobs * everyone says the same to me" - "KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY" - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation "- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn't a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure" inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

 When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.

[angisam]

Your wild side

Chapter 3: the odyssey

 Ao3

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The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue “pocket” bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ….

“SANS … ARE YOU DEAD? MMM …” Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn’t trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy …. Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the … flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail … soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small “pocket” bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans’s station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother’s accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus’s eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother’s mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans’s unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo’s stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin’s air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother’s sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans’s mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the “night”.

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn’t because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other’s skull “GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU …”. To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully “welcome to Snowdin”. A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters …). Once out of “danger” made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

“Sir Commander!” His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

“Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! ”- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-“ ….you would give me his autograph?”-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. “I HAVE TO GO,KID” he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. “One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you” - “WITHOUT HANDS I DON’T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn’t so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I’m sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don’t know what I would be thinking about it and I … sorry for be lost his time * hip * ”- Well done sack of bones … He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. “LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE ”-“ b-but you’re right "sobs * everyone says the same to me” - “KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY” - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation “- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn’t a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure” inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.