#thank god the wolf pack has him

[eldestdaughterbryanrust]

wish we got to see that precious little smile more🤍

[tiralja]

Just finished the rose arc and

Tang Erda

That is all

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Werewolf

There's something terrorising your town every full moon. And a stroke of bad luck has you running into it more than once.

There's something terrorising your town.

The chickens are turning up dead, torn apart with their feathers and blood clumped together all over the yard. The pigs spend every full moon squealing and running around their pens like they can smell a predator in the air. The hunters say there's strange tracks out in the deep woods, tracks bigger than any wolf they've ever seen.

And there's scratches on your door - deep, gouged out claw marks like something wants to dig its way into your house.

You try not to get worked up about it.

It's probably just a fox or a coyote, right? Everyone knows they steal a chicken now and then. And you've seen the six-packs of beer your dad takes when he goes hunting. Dog tracks look pretty damn big when you're drunk and it's dark out, don't they?

You try not to get worked up about it, but every full moon you double check your locks.

You're squinting at the local paper when your best friend comes up behind you and slings his arm across your shoulders. He plucks the paper out of your hand and scoffs at the headline.

"Chickens found dead at McKinnly farm? No one should be surprised by that. Old McKinnly doesn't even have the coop properly fenced in."

"Hey! I wasn't done reading that."

He balls the paper up and tosses it into the dustbin with a smooth overhead throw.

"You are now. C'mon y/n, don't tell me you're buying into all this werewolf business too?"

Your best friend towers over you, every inch of him well bred, football star muscle. You have to crane your neck to properly glare at him.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's just sensational nonsense."

"Oh yeah? So you ain't scared of a big bad wolf breaking into your bedroom one night?"

It's your turn to scoff. "That's a pervert, not a wolf. How's a wolf even supposed to open a window?"

The school bell rings before he can give you an answer.

He groans. "I've got extra practice again tonight. Will you come watch me? We can get pizza after."

You grin. "Breaking News! Star quarterback needs his favourite cheerleader around to make life bearable."

He flicks your forehead. "Damn right I do. So whatcha say?"

"Sure. Someone's gotta be around to keep you on your toes."

It's only when he's long out of sight that you remember - you're one night away from the full moon.

He destroys his team mates at practice. When he's pounding down the field, head down and his fingers curled like claws around the ball, he almost looks inhuman.

After practice, he catches you before you can scramble away and rubs his sweaty face all over you.

"Ewwww." You shove him at him unsuccessfully. "You do that every time! It's so gross!"

"Gotta be faster than that squirt," he laughs.

By the time he's done in the locker room, you've already ordered pizza for the both of you.

You head up to the overlook, his old Mustang growling down the highway.

The overlook is exactly what it sounds like - a hill high over town with a great view of the twinkling streets far below. It's a clear night, and the almost full moon casts a silvery shadow over everything.

He slings his arm across the back of your seat and complains when you pick the olives off your side of the pizza.

"God, I hope your taste in men is better than your taste in pizza."

"My taste in men and pizza are equally questionable, thank you very much."

He laughs, "At least you're self aware. Speaking of guys, I know Murrey from Algebra asked you to prom, and Dave from Homeroom."

You groan. "How did you even hear about that?"

"I've got ears like a wolf." He turns to face you. "What did you tell them?"

"I said no. You and I go together every year."

"Atta girl." He sounds pleased.

You offer him some of your discarded olives and he bites them straight out of your fingers.

"Y'know, lots of girls were awfully disappointed you didn't ask them. When are you gonna get yourself a girlfriend, mister star quarterback?"

He leans down and ruffles your hair. "I got you in my life, don't I? That's plenty."

Eventually, his arm finds it's way to your shoulder, and he pulls you against his side. He's warmer than you and when you curl up against him, he smirks and says that's what you get for being hopelessly under dressed.

There's an old love song on the radio and you fall asleep with your hand knotted in his jacket.

He drives home extra slow and when he shakes you awake, his hands linger on your waist.

You rub your eyes groggily. "Goodnight mister wolf."

You're already halfway up the driveway before he replies, his voice too soft to hear.

"Goodnight little lamb."

On the night of the full moon, you wake up to a cloudy sky and your dog scratching at your bedroom door to be let out.

You struggle into your slippers and mutter about better toilet training. When you open the back door, he slips past your legs and shoots off into the trees. Yawning, you rest your elbows on the porch railing and try not to fall asleep.

It's only when you hear him yelping that you come awake fully.

"Cruiser? What's wrong boy?"

The street lights reach all the way to the edge of your lawn but the trees beyond are black dark. You make you way down carefully, your sense of unease growing with every whistle he ignores.

Your dad left his old wind up torch near the shed and you grab it. It whirs to life with a dull flicker.

Cruiser is whimpering louder now. You follow the sound of it, ducking under branches and trying not to slip in your flimsy slippers.

The clouds clear and for a minute or two, the forest is bright enough that you barely need the torch. You find Crusier backed up against a tree, his tail tucked between his legs. He ignores you when you call him, staring out into the dark and whining like you've never heard before.

"What's wrong boy? What's out there?"

You can't help the fear you feel. Your dog is hard to scare and you've never seen him this frightened.

Twigs snap in the gloom and you swing your torch around wildly. You try and tell yourself that it might be a deer, wandering in from the deep forest. But all you can think about is the local paper.

"Chickens torn apart. Vet suspects large wolf on the prowl."

But it can't be here, right? You're practically on the main road. You reach down and grab Cruiser's collar, your heart racing. The dog barely acknowledges you when you tug on it.

"Heel Cruiser. C'mon boy."

You try and whisper, but your voice comes out high and nervous. His whimper changes into a low growl that vibrates through his collar.

That's when the moon comes out again. And you see the werewolf.

It's coat is dark and thick, and it's crouched halfway behind a tree. Less than twenty feet away.

How the hell did it get so close without you hearing it?! Adrenaline slams into you and your heart skips into overdrive. You turn on your heel and run.

The funny thing about adrenaline is the way your own body takes control. You duck under branches before your conscious mind even realises they're there. You run faster than you ever thought possible, trees streaking by in black blurs.

You hear footsteps behind you but you can't tell if it's Cruiser or the wolf. You don't bother checking. You just keep your head down and sprint like the Devil is on your heels. Hell, he might be.

The werewolf catches you just as you break out of the tree-line. It slams into you from the side and sends you sprawling.

As you scramble to your knees, you get your first good look at the terror of the town. It's bigger than any wolf you've ever seen. Closer to the size of a small grizzly, with the thick fur to match. It's down on all fours, but it's forelegs are unusually long. It's paws are strangely misshapen and for a second, they look almost like hands. It's body feels more ape than wolf.

Oh, but it's teeth are all canine. All sharp, curving fangs, shining with spit.

It sniffs the air and with a start you realise that you're bleeding. Your palms are sliced up from trying to cushion your fall. Blood, you think numbly. Blood is supposed to make carnivores more aggressive. Whett their appetite.

Staring up at its drooling maw and narrowed eyes, you find it hard to believe anything could be more bloodthirsty.

It lunges for your throat and if it weren't for Cruiser, you'd be dead.

The dog shoots out from the forest, barking loud enough to wake the neighbourhood. He jumps at the creature's back, sinking his teeth into the fleshy muscle where neck and shoulder meet.

The werewolf roars.

It reaches up and tears Cruiser off with one nasty yank. Your dog thuds into the ground with an ugly cracking sound.

You scream - half terror and half rage. Cruiser is trying to stand, but can't manage it. One paw hangs uselessly. Oh, your poor, brave dog.

You act without thinking.

You lunge forward and punch straight at the werewolf's nose. It's hard and wet, and your fist keeps going even after contact. His teeth leave shallow cuts on your knuckles.

The werewolf yelps. Like a kicked puppy.

It backs away a few steps before lowering it's head and snarling. It gears up for another pounce.

That's when your daddy shoots it. The blast from his shotgun knocks the werewolf right out of the air.

It crashes down and scrambles to its feet. Its head swings wildly between you and your father. It growls one final time before turning on its heel and bounding into the trees.

How the hell could it even stand after a blast like that? You shudder, your eyes fixed on the trees.

You can hear your dad on the phone, frantically reporting to the Sheriff's office. You sink to your knees next to Cruiser. He draws his eyes up to yours and whines.

"My brave boy..." You stroke his head with the back of your hand and accidentally stain his fur with blood. "I'm so sorry. I'm so damn sorry."

He cranes his neck and licks the tears off your cheek. Just like when he was a puppy. You laugh, high and hysterical. And once you start, you can't stop.

Somewhere in the forest, the wolf howls.

You can't sleep at all after that. And when the Deputies question you, it takes almost all night. They don't believe you entirely, but the tracks their dogs pick up are strange enough to garner a few nervous looks.

You're on the porch, clutching a warm drink and watching the sunrise, when your best friend finds you.

He sweeps you up in a crushing hug, his cheek pressed firmly against your hair.

"Are you okay? I came as soon as I heard."

You pull away, confused. He cups your face in his hand and gently twists it left and right, scanning for any cuts or bruises.

"What? Who told you?"

He cooks his head. "You did. A few minutes ago."

Did you? You don't remember calling him. But you're tired and frightened. Maybe you just can't remember everything.

He sits you down on the porch swing and carefully inspects your palms while you tell him what happened.

"It wasn't a wolf. You believe me right? I saw it clear as day."

"You were pumped up on adrenaline and fighting for your life. You can't be sure what you saw." He sighs, "Maybe it was a wolf or maybe it was a bear or maybe it was some exotic animal that we've never heard about. But really y/n, it sure as hell wasn't a werewolf."

"Yeah... but..."

In the daylight, werewolves and horror feel silly. Illogical. You aren't a kid anymore, you shouldn't be letting your imagination run wild. There's definitely a reasonable explanation.

But every time you think about it, the more sure you feel. That creature was nothing normal or logical at all. It was wrong. Anatomy all out of proportion, eyes too bright and aware, the smell of it more like human sweat than dog musk.

No, you didn't imagine any of it. It wasn't a wolf at all.

"How's Cruiser doing?"

You take a sip of your drink and try not to cry. "Not good. The emergency vet came by and rushed him to surgery. Multiple broken bones they say, maybe some internal bleeding."

He sucks in a breath. "Oh y/n, I'm so sorry."

He opens his arms and you curl up against him gratefully. His letterman jacket is soft against your skin and the smell of him envelopes you.

"I still remember the day you got him for me," you say.

He rubs soothing circles across your back.

"He was such a runt back then. All eyes and big floppy ears. When you pulled him out of your jacket, I didn't realise he was a puppy. I thought you got me some weird stuffed teddy."

He laughs. "I tried putting a bow on him y'know. But he kept tryna bite my fingers off."

You laugh too. "I could never figure out why he didn't like you."

"Jealousy I say. Didn't want me to steal you away."

You punch his arm, smiling. "You're the only guy who'll compete with a dog for my attention."

"If that's what it takes. Put a leash on me right now if you want."

You scoff and curl up closer against him. "I would but they don't come in your size big guy."

You're too tired to notice the bruise on your best friend's nose, or the way he flinches when you touch his side. For a little while, you make the awful mistake of forgetting about the beast.

Prom comes faster then you expect. Your dress gets measured and tailored and steamed. You spend days practicing different hair styles. Cruiser limps around behind you, whining for treats like he wasn't touch and go just a month ago. The moon grows thin and then round again.

When you pull up at your best friend's house, his parents are on their way to a party of their own. His mother gives you a peck on the cheek and says you look stunning and to not forget the keys when you leave.

You laugh and wave them off and almost forget about the full moon streaming through the trees.

The house is quiet and you make your way to his room, your heels hanging from your fingers.

"Hey princess!" You knock on his door. "Are you ready yet? I'm coming in!"

You open the door to an empty room, his tux still on its hanger.

"Oh. My. God. How are you still not done?"

You can hear the shower running and you pound at the door. "We're gonna be late! I swear I'm going to kill you when you get out of there."

No response.

"Hey! I know you can hear me!"

Still nothing.

You try the handle and the door swings open a crack. Steam billows out and you slap a hand over your eyes before you can see anything too revealing.

"Hurry it up! We're gonna miss all the good songs if you don't get dressed soon. Do you really wanna slow dance to something Mr Jared the gym teacher picks out?"

You hear the slap of footsteps on wet tile and breath a sigh of relief. "Did all that football practice knock your ears outta wack? I've been yelling at you since I got here."

Something growls, low and deep.

Your eyes shoot open and you step back. But you're still too slow to react and the werewolf leaps at you. Its heavier than a man and you tumble to the floor together, its paws pinning you down by the shoulders.

Its snout is right in front of your face, almost touching your nose. Lips curl away from awfully long fangs.

It growls almost like a man, almost like it's saying, "Mine."

You scream, kicking and tossing and failing to get away. It's claws prick holes in the satin of your dress and draw little beads of blood.

You scream your best friend's name, terrified that the beast got him too. You're going to die, you think desperately, you're going to die and your poor mother won't even be able to refund your prom dress. If you weren't screaming, you might have laughed.

But the monster doesn't kill you.

Instead, it licks the tears off your cheek. Just like Cruiser did a month ago. It growls again, but the sound is lighter. Pleased almost.

You grow still, confused and terrified of provoking it. Your best friend's room is cluttered with football gear - trophies and jerseys and signed helmets. The moon shines dully off all of it. And you're in the very centre, with a monster pinning you to the ground.

The moon dips behind a cloud and the werewolf changes right before your eyes. Hair and snout receding, his eyes darkening from wolf amber to warm brown.

It's only his teeth that stay the same. All sharp points that peak through his lips.

Your best friend is on top of you, totally naked and still warm from the shower.

"I didn't want to hurt you y/n, I swear."

His voice is lower somehow, like the wolf's growl is just under the surface.

You're too shocked to move. Too shocked to scream. This must be a dream. It's too surreal to be real.

He leans down and kisses you on the cheek. "I wanted to tell you. But it would have sounded crazy. I grow claws and teeth on the full moon? I heal faster than I used to? I can smell when you're ovulating and when you're on your period?"

He pulls back and tilts his head. "When we were kids, we promised we wouldn't keep secrets. And now you know."

"You...you were outside my house that night."

He laughs. "I'm outside your house every night dummy. That was just the night you caught me."

"Why?"

He shakes his head the way he always does when you say something dumb. "To keep you safe. To keep other animals away from you. To protect you, like I said I would."

His hands slip from your shoulders to your waist. "But now you know."

He grins, his teeth awfully sharp. "Now I can make you just like me."

He holds you down and kisses you and nips at your neck hard enough to draw blood. And when the clouds clear from the moon, you feel your teeth start to lengthen.

Something is terrorising your town. And you should have know better than to cross its path.

[homemadesterekpie]

there’s something about the concept of Stiles joining Derek’s pack and over time becoming more wolf than human even if he remains technically a human, that i absolutely love… so here’s a little something about that.

losing his entire family transforms Derek into someone more primitive, more feral, parts of himself that had been buried under years of masking when living out alongside humans are now back with a vengeance.

his mother always believed in living a double life, living the best of both worlds and Derek always thought the same but then his entire family burned to death.

now he wants to live as a wolf. let the wolf to the forefront and take the lead. doesn’t mean he’s in wolf form all the time it just means he’s letting his instincts take control and he stops second guessing them.

Stiles joins his pack pretty early on because Scott has a death wish apparently and Stiles does not want to die thank you very much.

he starts spending all of his time with Derek and the betas, in the forest. his dad starts asking questions because Stiles is not even there for supper when he’s off duty anymore and he’s almost never in his bed in the morning either.

Stiles can’t sleep without Derek anymore. his room smells wrong. his own bed feels wrong to sleep on. the entire house smells wrong. his dad is never home anyway.

at school he keeps zoning out while looking outside the window, into the forest. non-packmates brush against him in the halls and he has to make a giant effort not to snarl at them.

Isaac, Erica and Boyd become his shadows. during lunch they leave the school grounds and run into the forest doing God knows what. the school starts talking, the sheriff gets informed. Scott gets told.

they both corner Stiles when he gets back from school along with Isaac, Erica and Boyd.

Stiles sighs through his nose when he sees Scott’s bike and the cruiser in the driveway. he looks to the three wolves and they look back. they haven’t needed to use words in a while.

they follow him inside the house that hasn’t felt like home to Stiles in some time now.

Scott is pissed the wolves came along, the sheriff doesn’t understand. he asks if they’re Stiles’s new friends and that maybe they aren’t a good influence on him, which provokes some low growls from the wolves. Isaac taking one of Stiles’s wrists in one hand and pulling slightly with a short whine.

Stiles soothes him with a touch and huff through his nose. won’t be long.

Stiles tells his dad that his grades are fine so whats the problem. his dad is a bit stunned. Scott is so red he looks like he’ll explode at any moment.

his dad says he’s just worried about him and Scott nods along. Stiles says he’s fine and that they don’t need to worry about him. they just need to let him be.

the sheriff kind of panics because it feels a lot like he’s losing control of his kid. like he’s actively losing him somehow. but he can’t pinpoint exactly why so he just deflates in defeat.

Stiles says again he doesn’t have to worry about him and with that he goes upstairs to his room to grab what he had come here for and then he’s out of the door, his wolves leading the way, leaving a livid Scott and a shook sheriff behind.

Scott comes out the door and shouts things at Stiles. Stiles doesn’t even look his way as he gets into his jeep and backs out the driveway.

when they get to the forest, Stiles hugs Derek tightly and lets him nuzzle his neck, his hair. Putting his scent back on him. he tells Derek what happened. Derek just looks at him, intently.

Stiles tells him he doesn’t want to leave anymore. he wants to stay here. with Derek. with the betas. that going into town doesn’t feel right anymore. and he gets upset as he tries to explain to Derek why he can’t be out there anymore.

Derek just pulls him into his arms and makes the low rumbling noise he makes whenever Stiles or one of his wolves are upset and need to be soothed.

Stiles clings to him. his alpha. staying away from him for too long is becoming painful. the betas can feel it too. the stronger their pack gets, the harder it is to be apart. being with the betas at school is just enough to keep them all sane.

the day Stiles turns 18, he moves out of the house and into the forest. the betas + Peter helps with the move. he moves out while his dad is at work and he gets home to his son’s room stripped of everything except furniture and a letter on the bare mattress.

Stiles’ words tells him not to worry about him and that he’s not far. that Stiles loves him but he needs to do this. that Stiles will keep an eye on him so not to do anything stupid.

the sheriff wonders around the house feeling numb until he notices the framed picture of him and Stiles when he was still a child, is missing from its frame on the wall. Stiles obviously took it with him. and thats what breaks him. he’s upset but that small gesture gives him hope. hope that his son is not completely lost to him.

the pack builds themselves a life out in the forest. they barely leave it now. only when Stiles wants to check on his dad or pack matters require them to leave it.

Scott follows Allison and her family out of state after Derek’s pack make a formal request. No hunters will be permitted to enter much less reside on Hale lands without explicit permission from the pack. Chris Argent tries to negotiate but the mated Alpha pair is adamant. either they leave their territory or they’ll be made to leave it.

Stiles sets up protective runes around his childhood home. the best ones he’s got. and he leaves an amulet on his dad’s bedside table and a note that says to put it on and never take it off. the sheriff does as he’s told without question.

by now he’s used to his son doing things from the shadows. he barely sees him but he also feels near at all times. like he’s always there, watching over him. like he said he would.

sometimes he finds baskets of stuff on his porch when he gets back from a long shift. some seasonal produce, fresh game, the occasional preserves and pickles. there’s no note usually but he knows who leaves them.

when he unpacks the baskets he leaves them back out on the porch to be picked up again.

sometimes he can hear howls from the forest. it took him a long time to finally understand what they meant, since after all, there’s no wolves in California.

Stiles is part of something old. so old it’s actually ancient. and sacred. something that has its own culture and rules. something he will never fully understand. but he understands enough and it settles something in him that had been unsettled ever since that day him and Scott cornered Stiles after school.

[shaybae1114]

Wolf hybrid x bunny hybrid reader.

You couldn't possibly be anymore nervous. You were meeting with the sigma of the all alpha pack. They needed a female for their heat, and you needed multiple males to help you through yours. Bunny heats could lead to death if not treated properly, and you were a shunned rabbit. No burrow would take you. Darius looked you up and down his claws digging into his chair he couldn't believe such a cute tiny bunny was in his office wishing to agree to the stupid ad his 2nd had recommended they put out. His pack was getting to riled needing a pussy to keep them in line but never did he expect a bunny rabbit. You smelt like sunshine and freshly grown flowers he couldn't help but wonder if all rabbits smelt like that.

"They accused me of a crime I didn't commit. I swear even though I'm a shunned. i'll bring no harm to you or your pack. I just dont wish to die in agony from something that can be helped. And if I do end up pregnant, I request to be welcomed to stay in pack territory. I will not leave any of my children." You stated the conversation had been going smoothly, but the sigma had started to look furious. You couldn't help but start to panic more. Did he believe the rumors did he just call you here to see the only shunned bunny in history like many others had before.

"Many of the males in my pack were shunned for the wrong reasons. I don't care about such a worthless thing. I just need a willing female to aid us and many have not been interested in helping my whole pack. They don't want there young to be born from tainted." Darius growled. He knew he shouldn't feel insulted at the females accusations but it still stung after all he would never rip a child from there mother or judge somebody for being shunned.

"I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to make sure there is no miss understanding." You whispered softly. The heat suppressant was starting to wear off , you where gonna cry over upsetting the wolf. This meeting needed to wrap up or you'd be in heat with a pack who didn't want you. Never again you'd sworn standing quickly. "Thank you for having me but since your clearly not interested I'm going to leave now."

"When did I say I wasn't interested?" Darius asked tilting his head inhaling your sweet scent. The scent of your arousal making his instincts go off. If anything he wanted to make sure you got under him and stayed there. He stood towering over you. He grabbed a strand of your hair twirling it into his fingers. He pulled you close your lips almost touching. "You will stay in my room for right now while I prep my pack then I'll have my way with you before they get there turn. I can't wait to have you falling apart for me little bunny nothing more than a brainless slut begging for more from me.... from my pack." He growled his eyes glowing golden with how his instincts where leading is emotions. As the soft needy whimper left your lips he stole the sound closing the distance.

Darius's kiss was all primal he made it clear he was in charge. He growled as he picked you up grinding his hard cock against your heat. The feeling of his jeans rubbing against your clit had you whining into the kiss for more. And Darius was going to give it to you.

He broke the kiss slowly placing you back on the ground making sure to keep your pressed close down as he did.

"Wh.. why did you stop." You stuttered blushing heavily wanting to reconnect with him.

"My office is not the place to start this. My pack has a room they made just for the female we brought in." He stated as he dragged you from the office. "My males will want you there ready and if I start with you now I won't stop." He groaned as he scented your arousal once again his sweet rabbit was so needy so wet already. As you entered the room that was located not to far from his office thank the gods for that. You where awe struck the room was beautiful truly looked like the room of your dreams.

"It's incredible I know you designed it for any female but it almost feels like it was made for me." You shook your head at the silly thought. Darius stepped forward placing his finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

"We all argued on this room for months before it was completed. So perhaps it was." Darius eyes where soft glad you liked the room. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down wanting to show the sigma how much you really appreciated the room. He chuckled kissing you softly. "Take of your clothes and lay down ass up on the bed." He stated nipping at your lips before stepping back. Sitting in a chair you hadn't noticed immediately but once you did, You realized it took in view of the whole bed you licked your lips perhaps Darius liked to watch. You had stopped in your tracks do to the fantasies that where running thru your mind. Darius watching while giving orders to his men while they handled you. "Bunny I believe I told you to do something." At Darius's tone you snapped out of your thoughts making eye contact he was the image of someone in control.

"Yes sir." You whispered out with a blush going to quickly strip. Darius tcked. Standing back up grabbing your hands.

"Stay calm bunny there is no rush. Give me a show baby girl." Darius whispered leaning into to drag kisses along your neck. "Mmm your heart is racing little bunny is it fear or desire?"

"Desire I've never wanted somebody as much as I want you." You gasped out as he gave a rough nip to your collarbone. He couldn't help but grin against your neck at that he felt the same he'd make sure you got pregnant he wouldn't let you leave him now.

"I'm gonna sit back down bunny and once I'm seated your gonna give me a show then lay on the bed with your pretty ass up, So I can see your cute little tail." Darius ordered releasing you to return to the chair. You watched silently as he got comfortable. Once he was fully seated you slowly reached down pulling your shirt off slowly. Your tail wagging in excitment. Darius's dominating mannerism had your panties soaked. Darius growled

As you finally revealed yourself his eyes traveled along your body taking you in. He jerked his head towards the bed encouraging you to do the next order. Finding the courage you turned to the predator giving him your back. Your heart rate once again picking up while your pussy only got wetter wondering what it'd be like to have him hunt you and use you for himself. Slowly crawling onto the bed wiggling your butt and little tail at the wolf. You where getting more and more wet by the second especially knowing the wolves eyes hadn't left you.

"Oh the bunny want to play does she." He snarled as you wiggled your tail and looked at him with half lidded eye lunging from the chair, he quickly closed the distance. You let out a startled yelp going to scurry up the bed to avoid the wolf. Your fight or flight extinct kicking in at Darius's sudden fierceness. He grabbed your hip with one hand while the other grabbed your long ears pulling your head back. Effectively pinning you to the mattress with his body. You where at his mercy. "Oh bunny you know better then to run from a big bad wolf don't you? That's how you get devoured and I'm gonna have my fill sweetheart." He groaned grinding his cock against your ass. You let out a soft whimper burying your face into the bedding as he released your ears. "Fuck bunny..." He groaned. "I can smell how needy your poor little cunt is. I need a taste. Don't fucking move." He growled as he slowly stood up. You where frozen the only thing you could acknowledge was the sound of your own heart beat. A soft gasp left your lips as you heard the sounds of his belt being undone and his pants hitting the floor.

"P....please Darius I need you." You stammered out you where to excited and things where going to slow.

"Oh no sweetheart this pretty cunt is about to belong to me ill take as much time as I please." He reached out spreading your fold licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt. He smirked taking a picture and sending it to the group messenger his pack had. I found our girl I'm gonna stuff her full first. Next one here gets her. Tossing his phone onto the floor knowing his pack would diffently rush to arrive he wanted to get his fill as promised. Darius bent down grabbing your ankles he pulled you down closer to him chuckling as you squeaked and quickly repositioning you on the edge of the bed your cunt and ass completely open to him. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers starting to rub along your clit. Darius wasn't joking about having his fill. He listened to every whimper and moan as he continued to move his fingers on your clit. He groaned in delight as he finally slide his index finger into your sopping cunt.

"Your pretty little pussy is sobbing in need she want a big thick knot to stuff her full." He stated looking into your eyes enjoying the way the rolled back when he made contact with your sweet spot. "A there's your g spot baby I bet you haven't found it with your pretty tiny fingers." He added a second finger smirking as your back arched off the sheets. The pressure building in your stomach telling you how close you where to cumming but suddenly Darius stopped pulling his fingers out of your puffy needy cunt.

"W...why did you stop." You whined soft tears falling down your cheeks. Darius groaned at the sight.

"Wanted to hear you beg for it hunny." He chuckled at the distress look that filled your features. He lifted up your left leg nibbling gently at your ankle. "You'll beg your Alpha to let you cum won't you sweet bunny?"

"Please Alpha please let's me cum." His smirk widened as he lunged for your cunt. Keeping your thigh pinned on his shoulder. You let out a startled cry as his thick tongue slide directly into your cunt. Darius growled against your clit as the taste of your cunt filled his every sense. Using his thum. to rub steady patterns on your clit he began to fuck you with his tongue using his hand to grab your hip pulling you closer to his mouth. Darius pulled back with a groan his face moist with your wetness. He smirked at you biting your ass cheek drawing out a soft moan from your lips. "fucking..bite....delicious....bite...gonna make sure you have our pups gonna keep your sweet pussy forever."

The finger that had been playing with your clit slid back he held eye contact with you as he pushed the finger inside. "Your poor cunt she's so needy only put my thumb in and she trying so hard to take me deeper to have more." He growled as he pulled his thumb out replacing it with three more. He and his brothers where all large and you where just a poor tiny bunny compared to them. Letting out a startled cry you clawed at the sheets underneath you. Back arching while grinding your hips onto the hand that was currently bring you close to the best orgasm you've ever has. Darius's eyes flashed at the sight of you cumming undone around his fingers. He quickly.pulled out his fingers flipping you back onto your stomach. Quickly sliding them back inside before you could let out any protest.

"Please Dare I... I'm gonna cum again." You gasped out making him gladly pick up the pace. Moaning loudly when suddenly his hand came down slapping your clit. You let out a sound that you'd never heard yourself make before eyes slamming shut and head thrown back as the pain made you squirt on his fingers.

"Fuck baby girl trying to milk my fingers dry. Let's give you something big and hard that you can get all those needy spots for you sweetheart." Darius shifted and dragged the head of his cock along your sensitive clit enjoying the soft whimpers and needy cries that kept escaping your lips.

"Please Dare fuck me I want you to fill me up. Wanna take your knot like a good girl." You gasped out reaching for him.

"Fuck baby girl gonna fuck you hard and deep." Darius snarled as he leaned over you slowly pushing his cock into your dripping heat. He moaned kissing you his tongue demanding entrance to distract you from the burning pain of stretching on his cock. As you returned the kiss he grabbed your hips pushing into you till his knot didn't allow him to go any further. You whinned at the feeling you where already so full and could feel his knot pressed against your lips, rubbing on your clit as Darius lazily rolled his hips.

"Sooo big.... I don't think I'll be able to take your knot." You cried soft tears sliding down your cheeks. You'd never been so full before or so sensitive. Darius looked down at you his eyes soft.

"You will sweetheart I'm gonna start moving okay and while I do why don't you play with your pretty pussy for me." You nodded at his wishes biting your lip as you dragged you hand to your clit. Before giving your clit some attention as your fingers gave your clit a light pinch. Darius pulled out and as you pulled on the sensitive bud he slammed back in. You cried out clenching tightly around his girth at the sensation it was to much you dropped your hands away from your cunt gripping tightly on to the sheet beneath you as Darius began to pound into you. You'd swear he was trying to hit your cervix and with how deep he was you where sure he would in no time.

Darius had lost it and the poor little rabbit under him had no clue. The sight of her hair spread out along her back, her pretty eyes glistening with unshed tears he couldn't wait to draw out, and then when she pulled on her pretty nipples biting her lip as he slammed himself deep inside of her fuck. He couldn't think anymore he wanted one thing and one thing only and that was to fill his mate with his seed. He listened to your sweet cries as he continued to pound himself deep inside of you pushing against all your sweet spot adjusting to what made you tighten up or what didn't. And as you came on his cock he roared dropping himself down placing his face into your neck picking and nibbling at the spot he was gonna mark. He thrust deep his cock piercing your cervix while his knot slid into you with a soft pop. He couldn't stop himself from sinking his teeth into your throat. You saw stars as you came around his knot his cum warm and thick as it began to fill you.

"Fuck. That was hot." You startled out of your haze at the sound of a new voice. Looking by the chair you saw 3 more alpha males standing taking in the erotica scene infront of them.

(Part 2 as soon as I can I'm a perfectionist and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to post this 🫢)

[minas-linkverse]

[Warning for a lot of headcanons]

[Dont tag as L/U]

I'll never be normal about how Link in Twilight Princess is shown to be both super beloved by the community but also someone who seems to have the insecurities of an outsider– His house is at the side of the village after all. It's implied he feels out of place due to his pointy ears and not being blood related to anyone in Ordon. They all love him SO MUCH and YET...

AND THEN he gets turned into a WOLF. An animal that is seen world-wide as the villain to farmers. There is no way Ordon hasnt lost goats to desperate wolf packs. Likely other animals as well. Link has likely mourned those animals.

And there he is: a wolf. His home is in chaos, the kids are gone. He cant approach those he loves because all they see is a beast that'll just try to take more after they've already lost so much. Not only is he an outsider, he is the enemy.

Even when he turns back, the divine beings tell him that the wolf form is a part of his very being. That is his god assigned fursona and there's no changing that. At his heart there will always be a beast.

BUT ALSO? I dont think Link hates being a wolf. He wags his tail, sniffs around excitedly, awoowoos and and– Gets to talk to animals. This boy LOVES animals and is getting to both be one and talk to them. Its wonderful!

The animals in Ordon recognise him. They're confused by his form but not afraid. Ah! That's Link! Hi dude! In a way, no matter how much he may feel like an outsider, there will always be someone to welcome him home. It was never about where he came from or what he is, Link belongs because he takes part and is loved.

One day, post-game, I like to imagine he comes out about his adventure to the others in Ordon. Likely slowly to Uli and Rusl first, and then when he's ready: to the others. Him being a beast was only a miscommunication... He's more so a dog, their dog. A part of the pack and welcomed for all he is.

And that is why I think Link's wolf form is a metaphor for him being lgbt+, thanks for coming to my tedtalk– 🏃‍♀️

[hedwig221b]

You have any pregnant stiles not related to ABO fic recs? Your fic where Stiles runs away to the cabin for magic training got me craving!!!

Sure! Stereks do love pregnant Stiles lmao, with or without abo. Here are some:

Walking the Path of Intimacy by Moit

A supposedly routine migraine leads Stiles to discover that he's pregnant with Derek's child, a situation he did not know was possible. Now he's got to tell the rest of his pack (not to mention his father) but how will they react? How will Derek take the news? Featuring pregnant!Stiles with weird food cravings and a pack that is trying their best to accommodate their Alpha's mate.

Karma Is A Bitch by Brego_Mellon_Nin

Ironically, Stiles was just returning to his dorm after failed negotiations about a possible adoption agreement with a local pack, when he saw the fairy. She was cornered and he was unable to curb his protective instincts. The fight was short and Stiles was left with only a blooming bruise on his jaw when the bullies scurried away. As a thank you, the fairy wanted to grant him a wish. Who knew what a bit of fairy fertility magic could do?

You'll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?” Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day. “Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“Who … who am I to wed?” A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.” Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes. There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

and the wild things roared their terrible roar by hoars

Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he's a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon).

Hot Pocket Ratio by ShippersList

At the threat of the alpha pack, all Derek wants is to keep his pack safe and alive. As the last resort, he tries summoning a demon to help with fighting the alpha pack. He gets a bit more than he bargained for. Or, the story where the classic demon deal of "Will you pledge your firstborn to me?" takes some unexpected turns.

You'll Be Mine and I'll Be Yours by tearsandholdme

"Oh my god!” Stiles hissed, his back colliding with the door. “Oh my god! I slept with my boss, oh my god. I'm a walking cliché!” It was supposed to be a one night stand. No complications, no feelings, no baggage. But then a missed doctor's appointment in his childhood comes back to haunt him and Stiles is left with a lot more than one very good night.

An Alpha's Misunderstandings by Dexterous_Sinistrous

And Derek was there, as if it was a simple twist of fate. There were so many ways Stiles wanted to forgive Derek, but then he came to his senses. He wouldn’t risk Charlotte’s safety for that hope–never again. ~*~ Stiles and Derek are parted by war and misunderstandings, only to find each other again.

Stiles, the Kink Enabler by halcyon1993

Stiles begins to suspect that Derek has a breeding kink.

Shifts by gryvon

Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

Long Overdue by tangowhiskey

Stiles is pregnant with Derek's pups. However, he's now overdue, making him tired and irritable. He wants nothing more than for Derek to have sex with him in the hope that it will induce labour. Derek may or may not love the idea.

Puppy Love by Pookaseraph

Things Stiles wished people had told him before he'd become the mate of an Alpha werewolf: gender was no barrier to having kids with an Alpha werewolf.

Stay with me by Beautiful_noise

Derek gets a glimpse of the future in which Stiles has two biological daughters and that's how he knows he and Stiles are going to break up.

Last To Know by Never_Says_Die

Kink meme fill in which every werewolf and shapeshifter in Beacon Hills is aware that Stiles is pregnant before he is. And apparently the first baby!werewolf being born into the pack (their Alpha's, no less) is a big freakin' deal and excuse enough for everyone to lose their damn minds. When Stiles figures out why everyone's been acting so weird around him, he's not amused.

Predators

He was born for this. Nature itself whispered into his ear where he should put his hands, how to twirl his tongue just right and when to bite. Stiles knew well enough that his saliva was currently working its magic on this unfortunate man, making him hungry, lustful, and insatiable. Soon, all his thoughts would be consumed by Stiles. And, just this once, Stiles would allow Derek to consume him.

aaand the fic the anon mentioned:

Sunshine

"Don’t you want to show them all what you’re capable of? Prove that Talia's been wrong about you the entire time? Force her to eat her own shit?” Stiles stared at Peter with a lodge in his throat. He wanted it. Of course, he did. He imagined himself standing in front of Talia’s sour self, and pushing fucking fireworks out of his hands, growing trees and crumbling mountains just to prove her wrong. But even more than that, to show her that Stiles was able to give Derek everything she hoped her son to have. Stiles did that. And… he had another big fucking thing on the way. But, as he learned, life wasn't a fairytale.

[masterlist link]

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I’ve been looking for this Sterek fic for years now. Hopefully you can help.

It’s a soulmates au where you get your soulmates scars. Stiles is covered in scars and ashamed. Most people don’t know how bad the scarring is because he wears layers all the time. His body is revealed one day, I don’t remember how, and everyone sees his scars. Eventually Derek and stiles figure out that they are mates.

That’s all I remember. Thanks in advance!

AND

Anonymous asked:

I have been looking for a fic for about a week now and I have given up and come to the god of all sterek fics for help.

Basically, stiles has scars and constantly wears layers or long sleeves and the pack calls him on it one day while they are chilling and they see his scars which is shocking to them. I’m fairly certain it was just a one-shot. But I’ve searched and searched, on here and on ao3, and have found nothing

AND

Peter and Chris are mates and from a certain age (18 or 21) they get a copy of their mates' scars. Chris doesn't know that his mate is a wolf and because he doesn't get any new scars, he thinks he doesn't have a mate and starts to self hard. He attempts suicide by hanging/strangulation and it wakes Peter up in a panic and Peter's mum helps him through that experience. They meet when the Hale's deal with an Omega and Peter calls Chris to complain that the body is still there. Eventually, they learn they are mates and Chris learns why he didn't get any new scars

Hi @lipstilinski and Anon! @lyrecqe thinks it could be one of these.

you left a mark on me by thedaughterofkings

(1/1 I 2,861 I Teen I Sterek)

Soulmates aren't a very well studied phenomenon.

It is not known what percentage of the population has a soulmate, mostly because most people don't even know it themselves. You don't get a neat tattoo of your soulmate’s name or of the first words they say to you or anything helpful like that. Stiles wishes he lived in a universe like that. Instead he gets soulmarks - literal marks appearing on his body, reflecting the injuries of his soulmate.

With the amount of scrapes they get into, his soulmate is either James Bond or a werewolf. Stiles hopes it's the latter and he even has a particular werewolf in mind.

OR

tracing patterns on your skin by To_fill_the_sea

(26/? I 55,759 I Explicit I Sterek)

They all exist in a universe where your soulmate shares all your scars. For some people that isn't so bad. For Stiles that means he's covered with marks from someone he has never met. He stopped wanting to find his soulmate a long time ago, and now his best friend is trying to figure everything out after having been bit by a werewolf and he's doing all he can. So, life is extra weird now. And it's pretty much just going to get more complicated from here on out.

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * QUIL ATEARA HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 being in a relationship with quil

the golden retriever boyfriend energy is so real. quil is always excited to see you. he could’ve seen you an hour ago and still be like:

“there’s my girl!”

he lifts you off the ground in a hug like you weigh nothing and spins you just to hear you laugh.

he insists on calling you every cute nickname in existence, but most often it’s:

“babe. baby. angel. sweetheart. lovebug. sunshine. hey, you—adorable creature, come here.”

you once tried to count how many different ones he used in a day. you lost track around 27.

he’s super touchy. like, it’s almost comical. his arm is around you at all times. if you’re sitting, you’re on his lap. if you’re standing, his hand is in your back pocket. he has absolutely no sense of personal space with you.

“i just like knowing you’re real,” he shrugs, nuzzling into your neck.

“i’m not gonna disappear, quil.”

“yeah, but you might float away if i’m not holding on tight enough.”

third wheeling with embry and jacob used to be your life. now they third wheel you two. embry’s still salty about it.

“i swear to god, if i see you two cuddling during movie night again, i’m launching popcorn at both of you.”

“that’s fair,” you admit. quil just winks. “totally worth it.”

he gets jealous in the funny way, not toxic—just absolutely dramatic. like if someone even breathes in your direction:

“you saw that, right? he looked at you like you were the last slice of pizza on earth. i will fight him.”

“quil, he asked for the time.”

“exactly. that’s how it starts.”

he loves showing you off to the pack. and he’s got no chill about it.

“isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? like, how is she even real?”

you’re literally in pajamas. eating cereal.

“quil—”

“no. don’t downplay it. you’re art, babe.”

he goes out of his way to cheer you up when you’re sad. one time you had a bad day and he showed up with your favorite snacks, a giant hoodie of his, and said:

“okay, bad mood begone. i brought cuddles, sugar, and a movie where everything explodes.”

he loves cuddling so much it’s actually a problem. you try to get up in the morning and he clings like a koala.

“five more minutes. or fifty. who needs sunlight anyway?”

the wolf thing doesn’t scare you. he was worried it might—but you just looked at him and said:

“so you’re like…hot and supernaturally fast now?”

“well, i’ve always been hot, thanks.”

you just rolled your eyes and kissed him.

he’s obsessed with your laugh. like, actually addicted to it. he’ll do the dumbest stuff just to hear it—wearing socks on his hands, pretending to be a dinosaur, or dramatically reading cereal box labels in shakespearean tones.

“if thou desirest a breakfast with whole grain goodness… behold the blessed cheerio!”

“quil, it’s 7 a.m.”

“and yet i’d rise at dawn each day for the sound of your laughter.”

quil is surprisingly soft-spoken during quiet moments. when it’s just you two, laying under the stars or wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, his voice gets all low and gentle.

“you know i’d do anything for you, right?”

“i know. i’d do anything for you too.”

“good. then keep letting me hold you like this forever.”

he’s constantly offering you his hoodie. like even if you’re already wearing one.

“here, take this one too. layer up. you look so cute when you’re drowning in fabric.”

sometimes he stares at you like he just remembered he loves you all over again. he doesn’t even try to hide it. you’ll be brushing your teeth or tying your shoe and catch him with the softest expression.

“what?”

“nothing. just… how’d i get this lucky?”

you’ve fallen asleep on his chest more times than you can count. he rubs your back, plays with your hair, and always whispers something soft before you drift off.

“sleep, baby. i’ve got you. i’ll always have you.”

when you cry, quil completely breaks inside. he’s not good at holding back his emotions when you’re hurting. his whole face crumples, and he gets down to your level instantly.

“tell me what to do. please. i hate seeing you like this—just tell me how to make it better.”

you’ve patched him up after patrols. he insists it’s no big deal—“just a scratch”—but you can always tell when he’s hiding how bad it hurts.

“you don’t have to baby me.”

“i’m not babying you, i’m loving you. now hold still, tough guy.”

quil gets insanely flustered when you wear something he thinks is cute. it could be a new dress or one of his shirts—either way, he goes red and stumbles over his words.

“you—you can’t just walk around looking like that and expect me to stay calm, okay?”

“but it’s literally your hoodie, quil.”

“exactly. my hoodie. and you make it look illegal.”

when he’s really in love-mode, he blurts things without thinking. like…

“you know i wanna marry you, right?”

cue silence.

“wait. that was—okay, that came out way faster than i meant it to.”

“but do you?”

“…every damn day.”

his imprint on you makes everything deeper. you feel it in the way he watches over you, listens to every word like it matters, defends you with his entire body, and looks at you like you’re the sun itself.

you still remember the day he told you about the imprint and what it meant for you. it was when you first started to date, taking things slow, and then the imprint changed everything.

he tried to hide it but one day the whole truth came out—rushed, broken, raw.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“quil— what?”

“you’re my imprint. that means… you’re it for me. forever. but i didn’t want to trap you with that, or scare you. i just—god, I’ve been in love with you for so long, and the second it happened, it got worse. it’s not obsession, i swear. it’s just you. it’s always been you.”

you didn’t say anything at first. just looked at him with wide, unreadable eyes.

quil’s heart sank like a stone.

“…you’re gonna run now, huh?”

“no,” you whispered. “i’m going to kiss you.”

and when your lips met his? it was everything. the imprint clicked into place from your side now—your body just knew.

he trembled when he held you, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

“you don’t have to love me yet,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “just let me love you. let me show you.”

you didn’t even hesitate.

“then show me, quil.”

and he did show you. everyday since then.

quil’s love is loud, unapologetic, and forever. you never have to question it.

[thewolvesof1998]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @bekkachaos thank you 😘

Wow I actually have something to share!!???? I’ve actually started a lot of fics recently but not gotten far in many of them but I keep coming back to this idea:

Golden Retriever Werewolf Buck aka the best laid plans which is turning into an absolute crack fic in which Buck reveals to Eddie that he’s a werewolf, Eddie takes it surprisingly well and starts doing things that Buck’s wolf mistakes as courting and he unintentionally starts courting Eddie back:

All things considered, Eddie takes it really well that Buck’s a werewolf. He looks at Buck like he’s lost his mind for a few minutes, however, after Buck strips off his shirt and reaches for his belt buckle he seems to come around and insist Buck does not need to strip and show him like fucking Jacob in twilight.

And yes, Eddie has seen the movies, once with his sisters when they were teenagers apparently and recently with Buck, which had been part 3 of 14 of Buck’s ‘Revealing that werewolves exist and your best friend is one of them’ plan. Stripping off to show him had been part 14b, and Buck truly believes his detailed plan is to thank for how easily Eddie accepts it, accepts him - and Chim had thought the whole thing was ridiculous! See Chim, the best laid plans always go right.

Buck might have also made a joke about how Eddie is already Charlie Swan .2 with that moustache which might have ended up with his face being squished into Eddie armpit while he messes up Buck’s hair with a noogie. Buck was definitely not mad at that at all.

A few weeks later Buck had the thought that his plan might have gone too right. He wasn’t complaining about Eddie accepting him too much, in fact, he’s loving it, but maybe that was the problem since Eddie’s just being a supportive friend and Buck’s wolf is now singing sonnets to the moon about Eddie and contemplating whether a rabbit or raccoon in a more appropriate present for Eddie.

It had started out small, with Eddie offering his clothes to Buck, which isn’t new for them, but what is new is he starts offering a hoodie or two that he’s worn once or twice, so it smells like him. He shrugs like it means nothing and says, “I read somewhere that wolves like smelling like other members of the pack.”

Buck hadn’t mentioned how the 118 had become his pack over the years, how Eddie had become such a core part of it, but Eddie just knew, and so Buck had taken the hoodies, eyes slightly watery and croaked out a thank you and just barely resisted shoving his face in the soft fabric and huffing Eddie’s scent like a crazy person. If he did that when he got home and the promptly had to take a cold shower that was between him and god.

I don’t even think it still Tuesday any where in the world now but I’m still going to tag some people who might be interested:

@exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @oureddie @wildlife4life @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @diazheartsbuckley @drmellking @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @idealuk

Sorry I know this isn’t my whole tag list but it who I can think of the top of my head at 10pm at night 😅

[casually-eat-my-soul]

So like mafia/King/wolf king/warlord Derek idea?? Maybe A/B/O au

After Derek becomes heir to the empire (mafia or otherwise) is told by his council over and over again that he must marry and have an heir. He doesn’t trust his council much less the women they bring before him to marry. He would simply prefer to kill them all but unfortunately that would be directly traced to him.

So he abides by their demands and looks for a consort. So he throws a party, the most lavish party. The night is long and dreadfully boring. Derek thinks that at the worst he may ask Braeden to marry him. They are a little to hot headed and never seem to agree on a subject but at least the sex will be good. He spends most of the night trying not to dance with women who smell far to desperate.

He is ducking behind a column to hide from Jennifer when he hears the most clever and spiteful voice tell off one of his council members. He follows the voice to a vision of nymph dressing down his least favourite council member (maybe Deaton??) . Derek is absolutely taken a back by how the siren uses his words to get his way. Dereks preferred method is violence, and he tells this to the boy as he walks over — “it seems that my council member has overstepped, I usually find violence is my preferred way of dealing with such slights. Would you like he to rip his heart out for you?” — Derek kisses his hand and he basically declares to everyone listen he wishes to preform a courting action.

To Derek’s delight, the god in human form blushes. He thanks Derek for the offer but says he dealt with it his way. — “it is quite the generous offer Alpha, but I must decline as I have found words may be just as effective a weapon I promise you.” — Derek, desperate to not let him slip away asked him for a dance. He hesitantly agrees, but after the one dance they do not stop until the end of the night. 

The council member that had tried to hurt Derek’s future consort was found dead the next morning, of poison. It’s in the moment Derek declares that he will marry the boy from the night before. (Delusional Derek who is fully convinced they are to be married, and is just a tiny bit obsessed)

So he sets out to win his heart, cue shenanigans from him and the entire hale pack. Especially after finding out that Derek’s consorts father is a lawful man. A lawful man who would rather see his son with Parrish or Daehler rather than Derek. But stiles however refuses any means of courting expect for Derek’s. Because he knows the wolf is the only one for him. (If you like this idea please check out @hedwig221b Torn apart and set Anew)

Stiles didn’t care, Derek understood him in most ways that other didn’t. When his father would tell him that Derek was dangerous stiles wanted to shout back that so was he. His father ignored the worst parts of stiles, Scott didn’t even sees them but Derek understood. He didn’t just see stiles as a helpless omega. Derek is super fucking prideful about this and every time he sees Parrish or Daehler he just smirks at them.

Derek throws another party, this one to publicly state his intention to marry stiles. His council members kick up a big fuss about it until Derek reminds them that they are the ones who wanted Derek to have a consort. He abided by the rules. They claimed Derek couldn’t mate a beta but Derek ignored him. (Stiles doesn’t advertise the fact that he’s an omega)

Derek buys stiles a dress and jewels to wear.

Stiles only dances with Derek that night, anytime someone else asks him he refuses. (Parrish). During one of their dances when the music is fast paced and stiles heart is beating out of his chest, stiles spark comes into play and creates ribbons of energy that dance alongside them. So it looks like they are dancing in fire. (This is what kickstarted this idea)

So they marry and stiles helps Derek secure his claim.

Derek over hears his council talking bad about his husband so he kills them and then fucks his stiles pregnant to prove them wrong.

He also drags Daehler before his beloved omega for overstepping, and this time when Derek offers to rip out his heart for stiles, he agrees.

[23fallencomets]

love me gently (or not at all) pt vii

she’s hereeee, okay this is jack’s pov and it’s a pretty 1.8k words and we get some insight on logan’s position with the pups! at the end i put the pairing list and their designations. again, this is a shifter!au so wolf shifters in this case, i’ll eventually get around to describing their wolf counterpart!

Jack was one of the oldest in the pup group. This meant that the other pups usually turned to him when things go south, but Jack always had someone else to back him up. Sometimes it was Liam or Ollie, on rare cases it was Franco, but it was mostly Logan.

And now Logan was gone.

“You guys still have to go to school.” Jack groans, nudging Kimi. The boy is in his form, a soft light brown coat that is leaving fur everywhere. Doriane is curled next to him, her own blonde coat leaving the equal amount of fur onto the bedding.

Liam grumbles from where he’s in their corner, hair sticking up like a birds nest as he narrows his eyes on the other pups. He stands up, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off of them causing a cacophony of moans and groans.

Once Ollie is up, the others follow as Jack leaves the room, heading to the kitchen to try and at least keep some semblance of routine. Liam and Franco are in charge of clearing up the room while the ones still in school wether it was the local college or high school, had a little bit more leeway.

The kitchen is a mess, whoever was in charge of cleaning it had clearly slacked off as the dishes were still in the sink and the tables were littered with crumbs. With a quick glance at the chore list, the scribbled Gabi next to last night’s kitchen chore, Jack sighs.

“Bortoleto! Kitchen duty!” Jack shouts. He hears the Brazilian curse, rushed footsteps coming down the stairs until he’s in front of Jack, eyes wide. Jack ignores him in favor of making a quick breakfast and making sure the ones needing lunch have it.

God, he doesn’t know how Logan did this as he packs away the lunches. Abbi shows up and helps, giving Gabriel a damp rag to clean off the tables while she tackles the dishes. It’s not the harmony it usually is, but it works for now as the younger ones do their morning chores.

Pepe and Abbi offer rides and leave with ten minutes to spare. Jack works from home so he’s alone until the others get back later, at least he was, but with half the adults actually at home, his routine has shifted even more.

At least his mate did his part as he enters the room again, finding it cleared away. They all had their own rooms, but with Logan gone, they’ve been staying in the “pup room” as he used to call it.

Jack’s chest aches as he starts on the laundry, missing Logan’s soft chatter as they did chores together. Logan didn’t have to do what he did for all of them, but he had easily slotted himself in their lives. He made sure they all got along and had what they needed, he guided them through their presentations and cycles, a steady presence in a pack that despite being so close, felt so divided sometimes.

With a sigh, he continues on with his day.

Eventually he ends up in Lewis’s office, Sebastian sitting at the desk, papers scattered around him as the huge wolf in the corner of the room looks at him curiously. It’s Lewis, obviously, his thick black coat making his seem more like a shadow than his pack Alpha.

He hands Sebastian a paper, budget scribbled at the top. It’s something Logan did at the end of each month, the budget for him and the pups, how much something was and where the money goes.

“This is—?”

“The budget? Logan gives Lewis the budget for the pups,” Jack says, annoyance slipping into his chest, “Keeps the finances in line so during the pack meeting, everyone knows where they stand with their pack section budgets.”

Sebastian makes a face, rummaging through a stack before waving around a little stack, “Okay, so that’s what this is. I know he was in charge of this, but I wasn’t sure to what extent. Thank you.”

Jack nods, forcing the annoyance down to instead ask, “Do we know when Logan will be back? Or if we can visit him?”

The silence hangs heavy in the air and Jack frowns, “Are we not going to be allowed to see him? Like at all? His heat is coming up!”

Sebastian’s expression shutters, “Yes, I am aware, Jack, but he’s not ours right now.”

Jack feels his eye twitch, Logan was never theirs, not officially because he’s seen Logan soothe over the skin where the insignia was supposed to go. Instead he still has his former packs insignia occupying that space. Logan never complained, not even when Jack can smell the longing in his scent when he traced over Oscar’s.

“I’m gonna call him.” He says, spinning on his heel and trying not to slam the door behind him. He can hear Lewis and Sebastian arguing, their voices raising as he slips into his room. It’s still a mess from that first night that Logan had left, the pups had clambered into his room after returning from DC and Mika’s places.

He finds his phone plugged in, a few missed messages from his friends and a few from Liam that were more current. he does have a message from Logan, but he ignores it in favor of calling him.

It’s only been three days, but his inner Alpha misses his pack mate. Logan picks up quickly, voice bright as he says Jack’s name.

“Jackie! Hello.”

Jack feels his heart ache, he sounds better, happier. What if he comes back and that brightness goes away? What if the best thing for Logan is to be away from them? A soft chirp brings him back, Logan’s voice now concerned as he calls Jack’s name.

“I’m here, sorry, I just—how are you?”

There’s silence on the other end, a door clicking shut before the sound of a bed breaking, “I’m doing fine, sort of just waiting for this heat to come by, and you? How are you and the pups doing?”

He debates lying, that he has things under control but in reality he has no idea what he’s doing, “Could be better, I guess. Kimi only shifts back to go to school and eat, but otherwise he stays in his wolf form. The others are trying, but you know how they are.”

“Jack, baby, how are you?” Logan asks, “I know I asked you to take care of them, but you’re not doing it on your own right? They’re helping you?”

The Adults?, Jack thinks, the ones who are sort of the reason they’re in this mess in the first place? He wouldn’t trust them with a boiling pot of water set on low heat, thank you very fucking much.

“This is hard.” He says instead, “When are you coming back?”

He can almost see the way Logan frowns, “I don’t know Jack, there’s things I have to figure out with Nico, and then with Seb and Lewis.”

“But you’re okay over there right? They’re not—“

“They would rather miss out on a Moon Run then hurt me, Jack, I’m okay over here okay.” There’s a knock on Logan’s side and then he sighs, “I have to go, Oscar should’ve given you guys the duffle with things I scented, if not than tell him to call me.”

Jack’s phone buzzes a few times and he knows it’s almost time for the kids to be back, “I’ll ask him. Take care Logan, and let me know when you’re planning to come back.”

“I will pup, I’ll text you later okay? Love you, and make sure Pepe and Isack don’t sneak off again, Pepe is trying to be sneaky about courting Isack.” Jack groans, the last thing he wants to do is deal with a smitten Pepe and instigating Isack.

“Love you too.” Is all he says before hanging up, a swirl of relief and melancholy sinking in. He could do this, it was just the pups, the ones he’s known his whole life.

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Liam is one of the first home, bags of groceries in tow. Behind him is Luke, Franco and Gabriel. He gets Franco to help him with laundry while Liam commanders the kitchen. They try to knock out lunch and dinner so they can all go to bed at a reasonable time.

Lunch is done by the time the others come back from their own things—school, work, whatever they get up to before they come back—and Jack reminds them of their chores.

The Adults are still scarce, and Jack tries not to be bitter about it. He knows that most have been relieved of their outside pack duties, securing other pack bonds and things they don’t tell the younger members.

His tiny—literally—issue comes when a small light brown wolf plops onto his lap once there’s a lull in activity. Kimi’s wide brown eyes look extra sad in this form and Jack can’t help the slight chuff.

The high whine he receives is what gets Oscar’s attention, the duffel bag he had been selfishly hoarding slung over his shoulder. The other pups look over, curious as he opens up the bag and starts distributing things.

When he drops a blanket on Kimi, Jack can feel Kimi’s bones shifting—which ugh—before a head of curly hair pops up from under it. The tension he was holding seems to slip out when he recognizes the scent, burrowing himself deeper into the blanket.

Oscar hands Jack a thin sweater, the scent stronger in this one than the blanket. It soothes the ragged edges, that Oscar is choosing to give him something that smells heavily of his mate instead of keeping it. The older Australian smiles softly at him, dragging a hand over his head and pressing his wrist against the scent glands on Jack’s neck. It’s comforting, the small intangible scent of their motherland.

Oscar pulls away when Liam stumbles in, hair damp and skin flushed. He immediately makes his way over, curling up next to Jack as Kimi finally moves away, finding comfort in Ollie who is in the middle of watching a movie with Paul and Dino.

“Thank you,” Jack says quietly to Liam who has turned to fix the pillow next to him, “For helping out today.”

Liam tilts his head almost adorably, “It’s what mates do, isn’t it? I know Lo left you “in charge” but you don’t have to do it alone.”

Jack smiles softly at him as Liam adjusts them so they’re now laying in their own corner, “It’s nothing, I promise. We just have to wait it out until Logan comes back.”

He kisses Jack’s cheek, trying to get comfortable just as a door slams from somewhere inside the house. Jack almost ignores it if it wasn’t for a soft giggle that makes his ears twitch in response.

He shoots up, dislodging his mate, “Where’s Pepe and Isack?”

oh pepe and isack, what is jack going to do with you 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ okay so here are the pairings, pls excuse how one of them looks janky, word gave up on me and i didn’t have time to fix it on my laptop also!! i hope you guys are clocking the way jack calls sebastian by his full name and logan calls him seb! i’m missing something else but it’s literally evading me, dang. The pup list isn’t finished and just has their pairings for some i already have an idea for their designations but i haven’t written them down.

[call-me-kermit]

Kisses & Bitmarks

Warning: Derek is secretly a softy, obliviously in love, mutual pinning, confessions, Stiles being a horny bitch (only a little), Scott being a dummy, Derek is still an Alpha, everyone is alive Summary: In a series of unfortunate events, Stiles finds himself with the bite of the wolf. After the shift, he needs an Alpha to coach his control. Scott is NO help AT ALL. NOT PROOFREAD

≫ ────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ────── ≪ "Derek, I can help."

"No, stay here."

"Derek-" Stiles grumbles as the alpha turns to scowl at him. "Scott, will you tell him I can help?"

Scott squirms where he stands just a few feet away, "I think you should stay here, dude."

"Dude," Stiles gasps hands coming up in his exasperation to slap down on his sides. "Who's side are you on?"

"A feral alpha, who has already killed and eaten four hikers, is not something that involves defenses humans."

"First, ouch. How dare you, I'm not defenseless when all of you are there. Second, I'm the one who tracked his guy down and I want to help."

"First," Derek bites back getting in his face, frustration and annoyance coming off him in waves, making his betas cower a bit. "You are defenseless which is why me, Scott, or someone else is always with you to make sure you get out alive. If you're there, their focus isn't on the extremely dangerous alpha. Second, you've already helped, so shut up, sit in your jeep, and let us kill the damn thing without you being underfoot." Derek growled through fitted teeth.

To anyone who just met Derek, they'd be pissing their pants if they were in his shoes. Derek being angry for receiving lip and getting in his face, primal growls and glowing fire in his eyes. Hell, if this was a few years ago, Stiles would be pissing himself right now.

But this is Derek, and Stiles knows Derek well enough to say that half of Derek's attitude and threats are out of love and worry. As strange as that sounds. And it is probably not any surprise, to the wolves at least, that Stiles isn't scared by his fangs and claws anymore.

His body still reacts to it, just not the way it used to.

It's hot, okay, don't judge him!

Stiles gave in, not in the mood anymore to argue, and grumbled like a pouting child. Not that he wouldn't argue the hell out of Derek, it's his favorite pastime. But he didn't wanna be around Derek when he was just intimated into arousal by him. Kind of embarrassing.

Stiles knew Derek knew, but Derek never said anything, thank god. He'd rather keep what little friendship with Derek he had than ruin it by things getting awkward. If Derek gave him the mercy of pretending he couldn't hear his heartbeat when he came into the room, or smell the on his flesh when Derek gave him the attention that excited him(sexually or otherwise). As long as Derek didn't totally hate him, he was okay.

Without another word, the wolves followed Derek and Scott into the woods to hunt this guy down.

Somehow by the magic of Stile's research skills and limited knowledge about the attacks, Stiles was able to track down the name of the alpha. He was the alpha of a modest pack residing in a town a few counties north of Beacon Hills. The pack mainly consisted of family and close friends, who Stiles found recent death certificates for. Meaning hunters likely track them down, and well. . . you know. Somewhere along the way, the alpha lost his mind, going feral.

Stiles moped in the jeep, feeling useless to the pack. He hated feeling like a damsel that needed to be protected. Derek was right, even if he didn't want to admit it. Everyone always ends up sticking by him to keep him safe when shit hits the fan, always underfoot when pressures are high. He knows it is unnecessary guilt, that he can't help being human, and the others have never really complained. At least not to his face about it.

He still feels like he could be doing more. There are benefits to him being human, pushing mountain ash, and taking care of wolvesbane obstacles the wolves can't. He just had this pit in his stomach that left him wanting to feel a part of something. He's kept around for his useful research and the benefit of his humanity, and Scott. Nothing else, and he knows it. But it’s nice to play pretend every once in a while.

His train of thought was derailed by a nasty howl echoing over the treetops. Stiles, before even thinking about it, stepped out of the jeep onto the pavement. His heart began to pound and he said a silent prayer that nobody was hurt. Although, even in his human ears, that howl didn't sound like any of the pack. They must have caught up to the alpha.

Stiles took a moment to realize that the sun had set completely, meaning he's been sitting here for at least an hour. A second howl sounded, and his head turned towards it. It sounded closer. Way closer.

The alpha was moving, and fast. Probably running away from the pack. Stiles stomach twisted at the fruition that it was coming his way. He climbed back into the jeep and thought about starting it up and moving out of the way of danger.

He struggled to fish his keys out of his pocket, panting in sudden adrenalin.

As the keys set in the transmission and turned, the jeep sputtered to life and a groan reached his ears. That didn't sound like the metallic grind and grown the old girl made when she started up, it sounded animalistic.

Terrified, stiles turned his head. He was frozen, when just outside the driver-side door was a beast that could put Peter’s alpha form to shame. Snarling and drooling at the sight of him.

Its sight is based on movement, no sudden movements.

No wait that's Jurassic Park, shit!

Before Stiles could even think, even hope for a rescue, the door was ripped away, tugging the whole jeep a few inches with it.

Claws and fangs dug into his flesh, pulling him in from the vehicle and onto the hard pavement below. The iron-tight jaw around his leg pulled back and was suddenly ripping into his abdomen.

Stiles let out a blood-curling scream, pushing away at the rabid wolf. He heard a distant howl and prayed they didn't find him in pieces.

His life flashed before his eyes; the face of his mother, father, Scott, Derek, Lydia. He cried out fearing what would happen to them when he was in the alpha's stomach.

Like hell, he was gonna be an easy meal. The bit down on the pain and scratched and punched with all this strength.

The alpha was fed up and lifted Stiles from the ground, shaking him dizzy and tossing him aside. Stiles rolled on the pavement. Landing on his stomach, his head turned to the jeep. He saw the beast standing in a pool of blood, a trail leading the the blood that began to pool under him. His vision began to cloud, and his senses were fading. He heard the alpha sniff and growl, then heavy footsteps coming closer. He couldn't move.

His eyes grew heavy and everything went dark and numb.

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When Stiles woke up he was in his bed. His mind was foggy from sleep. The only thing he knew was he had to pee. He stumbled out of bed, shuffling to the door and into the hall.

He had only half a mind to notice the voices of this father and Scott downstairs. Groggy and still so unaware of the events last night.

After relieving himself, he turned to wash his hands. He felt his heart jump at the sight of blood under his nails, looking at himself in the mirror it all came flooding bad to him.

The monster alpha, the teeth, the claws.

He lifted his shirt looking down to where his life was bleeding out of him at one point. His eyes found his own again and they glowed a bright gold. He panted and collapsed against the wall.

No, no no no, this can't be happening. He didn't want this.

"Stiles," He heard Scott's voice. He zeroed in on the sounds and smells in the house. The fan in his dad's room buzzing softly, the coffee on the kitchen table where he was sure his father and Scott had just been, the heartbeats standing at the bottom of the stairs, the soft creak in the third step as someone began coming up.

The next thing that assaulted his senses was the revolting smell of Scott.

"Stay away!" Stiles panicked as he felt claws pushing out at his fingertips, and fangs drop into place in his mouth. He felt a wave of uncertainty, displeasure, and fear. The footsteps on the stairs stopped and he sighed looking around in panic.

He felt the instinct to run, run where he didn't know. The animalistic instinct in him told him to run just as it told him to breathe. Something in Scott's scent made him feel unsettled and afraid.

"Stiles, we've been through this before, remember? You taught me to control it." He hears Scott sigh and even his soft nervous gulp. "Find your anchor, tie yourself to it."

Stiles nodded, knowing Scott or his father couldn't see it. He focused on his father, his scent, and his heartbeat. He smelled his aftershave and cologne, the coffee on his breath, the gunpowder and detergent on his hands. He listened to his erratic heart and how it beat quickly with worry and fear.

"Stiles," Scott tested softly, bearly a whisper that Stiles could hear as clear as day. "You need to calm down."

"Not helping!" Stiles snapped, voice slurred through the fangs he wasn't used to having. Something in him pushed a defensive growl from his throat. Realizing what he was doing only a second later he let out an apologetic whimper.

Stiles wondered why it was his body, his wolf, that hated Scott's scent so much, and why it made him feel so sick. Why Scott's comforting voice in his ears made him feel so volatile and angry. He needed to get away from it, it made him feel scared.

He remembered something Derek had said to the others about the instinct of a wolf always being in your best interest. Even if it is something you can't follow through with, acknowledge the instinct and consider it.

If his wolf needed to get away then he will. He stood quickly and dashed to his room, following the wolf's lead. He trusted it entirely.

"Stiles?" Scott cried coming up the stairs.

"Son?" The panic and confusion in his father's voice made him whime, but he couldn't control himself right now. His father's safety was always his top priority.

He let the wolf take him through the window, and jumped down into the side yard, b-linding the woods behind his house. He didn't know where he was going, but just needed to get away from Scott.

Fully shifted, he ran faster than he ever had before. Heart thumping and pounding in his ears. He smelled the woods, the dirt under his bare feet, the pine and oak, the musk of the animals that lingered, and the petricore like never before. He felt the wind on his face and smiled. If this is what he was missing out on this whole time maybe he should've asked for the bite sooner.

His feet slowed on their own, and he realized where he was. A few blocks from Derek's loft! He'd run that far that fast?

He picked his pace back up and ran like hell. If this is where his wolf wanted to be, this is where he would be.

Skipping a step at a time he made his way up, too much energy to sit around waiting for the elevator.

"What do you mean he's gone?" He hears Derek growl. There was a power in the growl that made his wolf purr. "You were supposed to talk to him, coach him through the shift!"

"Derek!" He called.

"He's here." He said, tone as though he didn't believe it. "No, stay there, if he's agitated, I'll deal with it. No one needs to get hurt.

Stiles flung open the door watching Derek strolling down the stairs and putting his phone away in his pocket. Derek slowly and cautiously approached, eyes concerned.

"I hated it." Stiles panted lightly. He felt a need for Derek to understand what was happening, to guide him on what to do.

"Hated what?"

"Scott," Stiles sighed stepping fully into the loft. "His scent, his voice telling me to calm down. It made me afraid and angry. The wolf just wanted to run away, and I tried to fight it and get control like Scott was telling me but it just made it worse. God, I wanted to rip his throat out with my teeth! Huh, I sound like you now. And I- I remembered you telling Erica and the guys about the wolf's instincts and how you should always trust it, so I jumped out of my window. Oh, god, wow, I jumped out a window! I didn't even think, I-nothing broke. Or maybe it healed? I don't know, but I started running, and I ended up here. Derek," He took a breath, eyes glossy. "What do I do?"

Derek just stared at him for a long moment.

"Derek?" Stiles's voice was soft now, his breathing slowing to normal.

Derek's heartbeat was fast, his eyes searched Stiles for a moment before he looked away with a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I-" He huffed. "I thought Scott would be your alpha."

"He isn't?"

"Not if you wanted to rip his throat out when he asked you to calm down."

"Huh." Stiles nodded. "That makes sense."

Derek chuckled dryly.

"Wow," Stiles sighed taking a deep breath. "You smell good. You always smell this good? Is it the new nose?"

Derek sighed, face falling. Like Stiles had disappointed him somehow. His wolf whined in the back of his mind.

'Please the alpha.'

He gulped and frowned a little.

"Did I do something wrong? You can't get mad at me dude, I'm new to this."

"No, you just-" He cut himself off.

"Come on Derek, I'm kind of relying on you completely here." Stiles stepped closer and Derek stepped back. Stiles's eyes began to water and he didn't know why. He felt alone and pitiful all of a sudden.

Derek watched his reaction curiously.

"What are you feeling?" He asked hesitantly like he didn't really want to know the answer. "Your instincts, what do you want? What is your wolf telling you you need?" He clarified.

"I-" Stiles stubbled back and frowned, a tear running down his cheek. His wolf's howls in the back of his mind made him each with the feeling he just lost something. "To be close to you. But I feel cold, lonely, all of a sudden."

Derek blinked a couple times and tilted his head down, just slightly.

"I feel alone, I feel-" Stiles stopped, not knowing the words that could describe it.

"Stiles," He spoke gently like his voice could crack Stiles into a million pieces if he spoke loud enough. "Don't think about the works, just the feeling. The words will come to you, trust the wolf."

Stiles curled in on himself for a bit before letting his eyes fall to the floor. He stood still, focusing on the cold feeling in his chest. The wolf whined and whimpered like a dying animal in the face of a predator.

'Rejected. Omega.'

"Rejected and omega come to mind." His voice barely broke from his throat.

Derek's breath hitched in his throat, looking at Stiles with an indescribable intensity.

"Please the alpha."

"Stiles," Derek's voice was hoarse as he was willing it to say something it didn't want to. "You-" He stopped himself again.

"Derek, what do I do?" Stiles didn't understand why he started crying, he felt too senseless despite all the new strength in his body.

"I," Derek paused. "I don't want you to think this is anything more than an alpha and beta relationship. I think it's maybe best if you called Sc-"

"What?" Stiles looked up at him. He felt anger and confusion seep into him. "You want to reject me as your beta be-because I like you?"

Derek shuddered for a moment. "I didn't say that, I-"

"Said we're only alpha and beta, yeah I got that," Stiles growled. "I figured you never said anything 'cause you didn't want things to be awkward between us, I get it- I'm not the most appealing candidate, but this is so much fucking worse, Derek. This is fucking petty."

"Stiles." Derek warned.

"I don't know what I'm doing!"Stiles cried. "I'm scared, I need you to guide me-help me! I know you don't care the way I care, I'm fine with that," He ignored the blip in his heart. "I can be just your friend, I have been and it was fine, but I need you-"

"Stiles," Derek's eyes widened as he looked him over, drinking in the confession. "What is it you want from me?"

"Help!" Stiles snapped like it was obvious because he thought it was. "I-"

"No," Derek shook his head, daring a few steps forward. "Not what I meant. Forget the wolves, just you and me. What do you want with me?"

Stiles gulped, nervous and scared of more rejection.

"You." He shrugged, he was tired all of a sudden.

"Stiles," Derek pleased, a look in his eye that made him swoon. "Please, don't beat around the bush."

"I want-" He hesitated, afraid. "I want to be with you."

Derek, stepped closer, a look in his eye that made Stiles twitchy.

"I want to, sit and talk about stupid shit that doesn't matter. I want to argue over Batman versus Superman. I want to argue over what movie to watch. I want you to meet my dad- like actually. Not just talking to him about how to deal with the monster of the week. I want you to hold me as we fall asleep. I want you-"

Derek was kissing him.

His hands cupped his cheeks and drew him closer, breathing him in. Stiles melted into it, calming all his nerves in a single second.

His wolf purred as it took in the scent and feel of his alpha's body against his.

Stiles pawed and his chest and followed his lips and he pulled away.

Derek chuckled, low and happy watching him. Stiles opened his eyes and looked up into Dereks.

"Wh-"

"I thought it was just sexual." Derek frowns for a moment. "If I had known you wanted more I-" He sighed. "Still probably wouldn't have done anything."

"Why not?" Stiles grumbled in slight offense. Although part of him, knowing how Derek had been used in the past, made him feel guilty for it having seemed that way. Even though he thought everything was blatantly obvious and that was never his intention.

" You're seventeen, and your fathers the sheriff." He blinked plainly.

"Oh," Stiles chuckled awkwardly. "Right."

"I'm sorry," Derek wavered.

"So you'll be my alpha?"

"Yeah."

"And. . maybe my mate."

Derek gave him a pointed stare.

"What?" Stiles frowned. "Isn't that just wolfie talk for dating?"

"No," Derek laughed, honest to god laughed. Stile thought he would faint. "No, It's more like marriage- with a lot of sex."

"Well, in that case," Stiles smirked, earning an eye-roll. "All that's can wait a year."

Derek laughed again.

"Yeah, sure." He nodded. "We'll see how it goes."

Stiles broke into a wide grin, jumped up flinging his arms around Derek and breathing in his scent. Stiles took note of the woodsy smell, the lavender, dirt, leather, and rich cologne pressed into his flesh. He decided it was his new favorite, and the wolf agreed.

"You're never getting rid of me now!"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Derek held tighter.

Stiles smelled something sour all of a sudden, "What's wrong?"

"You're quick to pick up on things, aren't you." Derek hummed on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked more firmly as the scent became stronger.

"When I heard you scream, I thought- I found you," Derek paused to take a breath. Move his hand to his shoulder to feel his heart beating. "I thought we were too late."

"You could hear my heart beating though, right?"

"Didn't mean you'd make it through the night. You bled so much." Derek sniffled. "I thought it would be safer for you to stay behind and wait for us, but-"

"You couldn't have known."

"Doesn't matter." He mumbled, "I thought I lost you.

"Der,"

"Safe to say you're sticking with me from now on."

Stiles chuckled at that. He held tighter and literally purred. Which made Derek shudder closer humming in contentment.

"You're a tough son of a bitch though. Even as a human, you made it easy for us to kill the bastard."

"What?" Stiles pulled back to look him in the eye.

"How much do you remember?" Stiles shrugged trying to think, It was all kind of a blur to him now. "You scratched the hell out of his face. Eyes, ears. The only thing that wasn't fucked up by the time we got there was his nose."

"He didn't heal?"

"Didn't have time before I ripped his throat out." Stiles laughed, the irony of it all made his wolf preen for the man who lost his shit to protect him. "You had his eyeball in your hand when we got to you. Scratched it out."

"Holy shit!"

"If you weren't actively dying at the time I would've had time to feel proud," Derek smirked, and Stiles felt weak in the knees.

Derek chuckled pressing closer.

"So no sex obviously no sex for a while- taking things slow and all," He mused. "But, like, how about another smooch?"

Derek grins leaning in to oblige.

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"You and Derek what?" Scott cried, eyes wide as if he honestly;y had no fucking clue.

"Finally." The rest of the room groaned in unison.

"I was gonna hit you if you didn't make a move soon." Lydia rolled her eyes at him.

Stiles just smiled, looking over at Derek who smiled back with a wink. ≫ ────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ────── ≪

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[thatdeadaquarius]

GREETINGS! How are you doing? I've been practically gobbling up your posts (there very tasty)

Ok so hear me out- I've seen a couple posts like this but imagine-

The almighty all powerful wise creator isss

✨️A literal child✨️

Thanks for hearing me out! For you ->->❤️

Baby you taking on the world aw

DAMN SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER!! i started fics before i answered my askbox :/

Aw i fucking love child reader stuff,

Lots of isekai animes/manhwa/manga do it and i eat that shit up everytime-

I also deeply appreciate when its not done creepily, like being turned 8 again, and having crushes on others who are... yknow, actually 8 yrs old or sm fucked up shit, like even if its 16 yr olds that doesnt make it any better, bc the protag will actually be like,, actually 20?!?!💀 the straights r wild man, i feel like it happens either way too, like its usually a male MC but thats just bc theyre more common tbh, like regardless of gender of protag 🥲

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Sun: Child God Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Short Headcanons

Stars: Mondstadt ppl bc i don't show them i love them enough

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: none known & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment any I missed. /gen

Klee has recruited converted you to throwing bombs with her.

You are the only leash on that child too and the only thing standing between Jean and full head of gray hair. 💀

Kaeya doesn’t know whether he’s endlessly worried or endlessly amused that the most powerful god is currently a child

if Jean isnt freaking out over ur whereabouts, Diluc is instead, and worst case scenario, Noelle/Lisa/Albedo is in charge of you

and YES someone has to look out for you, bc ur ass will just start making a hot springs spot like ur in ur teapot or smth in dragonspine (Albedo was fascinated it stayed warm despite the weather so he let you make it/enjoy it before asking u to restore natural order lol)

(Albedo has definitely asked to study you and, unfortunately for Jean, asked u to demonstrate several powers u have)

You do work as a lucky charm for Bennett tho so he does babysit u sometimes

it mostly consists of Fischl, Benny, and Razor “adventuring” by trying to do smth like who can jump on the Anemo slimes and ride them around longest

(the answer is you btw, u managed to get a small fleet of them to bus you around, the teens were simultaneously terrified running around below u to catch you and also amazed)

Noelle is so happy making toddler you all the pancakes you can eat, Sucrose had to stop her from going overboard and not just listening completely to kids when it comes to food

She is now very concerned with making you a balanced diet, tho she will still make u an ungodly tall stack of pancakes every now and then <3

They kind of all equally provide for you, obv ur their god, and ur a literal cutie patootie child, they cant just leave you

(also u might like move a mountain or change the weather or smth if they don't watch you so most are a little paranoid of that too)

Lisa gets u all kinds of cute outfits, still stuff you'd like, but definitely snuck in some sumeru looking clothing lol

Fischl lends you all kinds of books to read, Bennett shows u all the cool views in the city and outside of it (when Jean lets him get away with taking u that far), and Razor…

Razor brings you to Andrius and the wolf pack for a wolf pack party and gives u all kinds of shiny trinkets he’d collected for you

Diluc/Jean/Noelle/Eula nearly had a heart attack when they found out

Amber lets you have all the piggyback rides you want lol

she even managed with her own crafting powers (and your probably editing the game code or smth) she somehow makes a reinforced glider with a small harness on the back for you to glide with her

(Venti has definitely helped for some fun flights by boosting the winds for you two)

SPEAKING OF BARBATOS

ur absolutely spoiled rotten by him (and Dvalin, and Andrius, and the wind sprites)

if this god had money he’d spend it on wine and you lol

takes u flying all the time, any time, would drop everything to go to Mondstadt wilds and use his archon form wings to take you wherever you wanna go

tries to bring u to Angel’s Share but Diluc nearly hits him on the head with a wine bottle and brings you back home after kicking Venti out and giving you grape juice (yes you get all you want, within a healthy amount)

anyway the most important part abt you being a god and child is that you can now fulfill your childhood dreams of riding a dragon whenever you want

(one way to quickly get Mondstadt citizens to trust Dvalin again was just constantly seeing him flying overhead, occasionally seeing a small child on his back also helped lol)

(neither you nor Venti tell Jean you ride Dvalin and keep it an active secret from her.)

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srry i took so long! i hope u liked my hot mess of writing (i think its even sloppier than usual bc of all the fic writing full sentences lately)

and if not, I'm sorrryyy 😭😭

I'm focusing on getting thru a haul of asks before getting around to posting that Eldritch AU Part 2 if anyone reads this :)

hope u guys are have a great weekend, thanks for all the birthday wishes!! :D

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Would you be willing to do a sterek rec list for stiles kicked outta the pack, that's my very fav!

Are there steter kicked outta the pack? I don't really read steter, but I might for that tag, lol

Hi Anon!!

Thank you so much for the ask!

Here you go, some Stiles gets kicked/pushed out of the pack!

Please enjoy!!

I have a few steter ones I think you'll love with his tag. It's quite popular in steter after all.

Let's start off with Sterek for you and then I'll add a few Steter options at the end you can check out if you'd like.

Sterek

Unexpected Results 16K (T) by pixieblade

What do you do when the people you are supposed to trust, betray you in the worst possible way? What would you do if someone offered you a way out?

Get You The Moon 180K (E) by AClosedFicIsNeverRead

Please make sure to read the tags on this one, it does touch on some heavy topics.

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it. - OR - The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart. (You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!) Title inspired by song: ‘Get You The Moon’ by Kina ft. Snow

Magical "Girl" 101 (A Guide by Stiles Stilinski) 18K (T) by Cute_Magical

When Stiles had been kicked out of the pack, he expected many things to happen. However, finding a magic book, gaining both a small and large flying magical companion, and a whole lot of unwanted responsibilities were not any of those things. Unlikely allies, magical abilities, newfound strength, and budding new relationships come together in Stiles's adventure of collecting clow cards. Oh, and he also gets rich… mostly through credit card fraud. You do not have to know Cardcaptor Sakura to read this fic. Updates weeklyy/Bi-weekly possibly sooner.

It takes a village 87K (M) by pixieblade

Stiles is tired. He's tired of always having to defend himself to his so-called best friend. He's tired of being ignored and he's tired of the Pack never having his back. So this is his line. He'd draw it in the sand, but all he has is a glitter sharpie. It'll have to do.

A Healing Silence 36K (NR) by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

bonus Steter

I'm a big Steter fan so I really hope you like these!

Hanging On by a Single Bond 38K (M) by Takara_Phoenix

Stiles' way of dealing with his own pain and grief had always been to instead take care of others. After Gerard, the Hale Pack becomes his pet-project. That includes self-proclaimed lone wolf Peter. Then things get messy. The Hale Pack seemingly ends when Derek gives up the Alpha spark, the McCall Pack forms, Stiles gets possessed. And, confusingly enough, Peter takes care of him.

Filament 42K (E) by WhoopsOK

Peter is still a fringe member of the pack, tied in by the faintest bit of respect for his bloodline keeping him from going full feral. It pisses Stiles off worse, just for a moment, that for all that everyone hates Peter, for all that they mistrust him, he’s still more welcome in this ‘pack’ than Stiles is. Held on by a thread and a prayer to whatever devil let him resurrect himself. The fact that Peter is suddenly the only one who will meet his eyes should not be comforting, but it makes sense in the grand scheme of things, doesn’t it? Stiles is more like Peter than Scott is able to trust, but the pack is willing to let Peter burn if it comes down to it. Judging by the resigned amusement on Peter’s face, he knows it, too. “For what it’s worth,” he says drily, “I told Scott he’s a fool for letting you go.” His smirk is a sinister thing when he continues, “I can’t wait to watch you prove it, sweetheart.” (After Stiles is pushed out of the pack, Peter does his best to hold onto the fragile bond between them. Stiles, as it turns out, is doing the same.)

Midnight Rain 19K (T) by vMures

Stiles knew in that moment that it was over. Scott would always be sunshine–would always want a world where things were clear-cut and easy. Villains wore black hats and good guys never killed. And Stiles, well, he’d always been the rain–the gray, pessimistic counterpoint to Scott’s unrelenting optimism. And after everything he’d survived, he knew he’d never see the world in anything other than shades of gray.

[novaursa]

Jojen Reed/Stark reader.

Since early childhood, Jojen has seen visions of a pretty girl who is destined to be driven far from home. He sees moments of her caring for her siblings and hints of a future that make him gradually fall in love with her. His dreams of her fade for a while around the time Bran has his accident, with Bran being at the center of his new visions. After House Stark falls and Bran and his siblings are forced to flee Winterfell, Jojen begins seeing the girl again with Bran, giving him another reason to find Bran.

Thank you!

The One I Dreamed

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- Summary: He loved you long before you met him and will love you longer still.

- Pairing: stark!reader/Jojen Reed

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

From the first moment the gods gifted him with sight, Jojen Reed had glimpsed you.

Not in whole, never in clear vision—only fleeting flashes, the echo of you tangled in moss and mist. A girl with a face like sunlight on fresh snow, eyes darker than the Wolfswood at night, hands tender and strong, always cradling something: a pup, a younger brother, a dying bird. She wore a wolf’s cloak clasped with silver, and a storm followed wherever she went. Jojen had seen you since he was barely past his sixth name day, a whisper on the wind between dreams. You never spoke in them, never looked at him. But he saw you often enough to know the sound of your laugh, though it came muffled through the dreamscape, like bells ringing underwater. She will be driven far from home, the greenseers murmured, and he would wake with those words pulsing behind his eyes like fire.

He had asked his father once, eyes wide and earnest, “Can someone fall in love with a dream?”

Howland Reed had smiled, half-sorrowful, half-knowing. “If the dream is real enough, my son, it can shape your waking world.”

And so Jojen watched. He watched as the girl in his visions grew—your face sharpening with age, your hair darkening, your eyes hardening. He saw you among snowflakes with your younger brothers, with Sansa beneath a flowering heart tree, with Robb on horseback, racing across the godswood. Always you were surrounded by your kin, a loyal shadow, a silent shield. It stirred something in him he did not have words for then. He called it devotion. Later, he would call it love.

But as all visions do, yours faded.

When the raven came and told him to go to Winterfell, when the dreams turned to Bran—the boy with the broken body and the burning destiny—you vanished like morning mist. Jojen still searched for you in sleep, reaching out into the dark, but you were gone. In your place was Bran, crying out from the mouth of a three-eyed crow. Bran, standing at the edge of a cliff of bones. Bran, with blood on his hands and stars in his eyes.

And still, always, the whisper: You must find him. Protect him.

He obeyed.

Jojen crossed the marshes with Meera, their packs light but their steps heavy with purpose. When the world cracked open beneath Winterfell, when wolves scattered like seeds in the wind, Jojen’s dreams changed again. This time, it was the both of you.

You returned in the flickering firelight of his greendreams. Tired now. Pale. Your face was leaner than before, smudged with ash and fear. You clutched a dagger like it was your last lifeline, shoulders stiff from the weight of younger brothers pressed against you as you crept through strange woods. But you were still beautiful, in the quiet, weathered way of wildflowers surviving the frost. Bran was beside you, wide-eyed and silent, and Jojen felt something like hope stir deep in his chest again.

One night, as they camped beneath the stars on a dry patch above the Neck, Meera stirred beside the fire while Jojen gasped awake, hand clutching his heart. She was used to his jolts and murmurs by now.

“Was it Bran?” she asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Jojen shook his head, staring into the flames. “Her. I saw her again.”

“Bran’s twin?”

He nodded slowly. “She’s changed. They both have.”

“Are they together?”

“Yes.” His voice was quiet. “She’s protecting him. And he’s leading her, even if he doesn’t know it yet.”

Meera tilted her head. “Is that why we’re still going? Not just for Bran?”

Jojen didn’t answer at first. He watched the fire lick the black logs, and thought of you with your hands in Bran’s hair, braiding it like in one of his earliest dreams. “I think the gods want them both,” he murmured. “And maybe…I want her.”

Meera raised a brow, but said nothing. She only reached over to gently squeeze his hand. “Then let’s find her too.”

That night, Jojen dreamed of you again.

This time, he was close enough to hear your voice. You were in some cold forest cave, your arms around Bran as he trembled from a vision of his own. You whispered to him like a mother might, like a sister should, and your voice was a song of Winterfell long lost: gentle, steady, full of ghosts.

“We’ll find our way,” you were saying. “We’re Starks. We always do.”

Bran stirred in your arms. “What if there’s no home left?”

You cupped his face in your hands. “Then we make a new one. For Rickon. For Robb. For everyone we lost.”

Your voice trembled, but your spine did not. Jojen could feel the love in your words, the strength, the sorrow. And there, for a single heartbeat, you looked up—directly at him. Dream or not, he swore your eyes met his through the grey haze.

He woke with tears on his cheeks and a fire in his chest.

That morning, as he and Meera picked their way north through the barrows and frozen creeks, he said softly, “She’s real. And I’ll find her.”

Meera gave him a sideways glance, a faint smile curling her mouth. “I hope she’s worth all this mud and cold.”

Jojen Reed smiled back, faint but firm. “She is.”

He could feel you getting closer. The pull of your fate wrapped around his heart like roots. And though he had never heard you speak his name, he knew—deep in the marrow of every dream—that one day, you would.

The forest was old here, dense with shadow and the sighing breath of winter wind threading through bough and branch. Meera moved like water through it, quiet and smooth, her spear at the ready. Jojen followed behind, slower, each step deliberate as if the earth beneath his feet might speak if only he listened closely enough. The gods had shown him this place. A half-ruined holdfast buried in snow and ivy, its stones split and swallowed by tree roots. He’d seen the cracked stairwell that led to a chamber in the dark, and the three children who slept within—two Starks with the blood of kings in their veins, and the youngest like a ghost of Winterfell’s last joy, clutching a direwolf like a knight with his sword. But it wasn’t the crumbled walls or the flickering hearth that lived in his dreams. It was her.

You.

It was always you.

When the reeds pushed through the thickets and came upon the broken watchtower, the direwolves stirred first—two hulking shadows standing sentinel at the mouth of the ruin, their breath misting in the cold air. Meera tensed beside him, but Jojen didn’t flinch. He looked into the eyes of the grey beast, and the world slowed. The wolf growled low in its throat, but only once, like a warning that wasn’t meant for him.

“Summer,” a voice called from within.

And there you were.

You stepped from the shadows like something pulled from the pages of an old story—wrapped in furs, dirt on your cheeks, your hair braided back but coming undone from wind and worry. A dagger rested in your belt, another in your hand, but your posture softened when you saw the newcomers. Or rather, when you saw him.

Jojen stopped breathing.

It wasn’t like the dreams. Dreams were blurry things, flickering and warped by time. But you—you were clear and bright, fierce and weathered, standing like a flame that refused to die. You met his eyes across the snow, and something deep inside him—something green and ancient—settled with a thrum.

Bran appeared next, clinging to the shoulder of the wildling woman. Osha, Jojen recalled from his visions, the woman with sharp teeth and sharper instincts. Hodor loomed behind them, cradling a sleepy Rickon in his arms. But Jojen could barely see them. The world had narrowed to you.

Bran squinted. “Who are you?”

Meera stepped forward, spear lowered. “We’ve come to find you, Bran Stark. I’m Meera Reed. This is my brother, Jojen.”

You placed yourself between them and Bran without hesitation, one hand held low in a silent signal to the direwolves. “From the Neck?”

Jojen swallowed, nodding. “From Greywater Watch. My father is Howland Reed.”

Bran’s eyes lit up, recognition dawning. “He fought with my father at the Tower of Joy.”

“Yes,” Jojen said softly. “He did.”

You studied him then, your brow furrowing just slightly. “Why now?” you asked, suspicion still curled in your tone. “Why come all this way to find us?”

Jojen stepped forward. Each movement felt like he was walking deeper into his own fate. “Because the gods told me to. In dreams. I saw Bran first, but I saw you long before him.”

You blinked, a subtle flicker of uncertainty crossing your face. “Me?”

He nodded once. “Since I was a boy. Before I knew your name. Before I even knew I’d leave home. I saw you with your brothers, your sister, walking the halls of Winterfell, brushing snow from Rickon’s lashes, holding Bran when he cried in the dark. I saw you become something unbreakable.” His voice was steady, almost reverent. “You were always the one constant in all my dreams. Even when they faded. Even when I forgot what warmth felt like.”

Your eyes met his again, deeper this time. Searching. And he let you look, didn’t flinch from it. It wasn’t just awe he wore on his face—it was something older, something like devotion. Like he had been waiting a lifetime for you to exist in front of him without fading.

“Greendreams,” you murmured, almost to yourself.

“Yes.”

Rickon stirred then, waking with a soft whimper, and you immediately turned to soothe him. It was such a small thing, the way your hand moved to cup the back of his head, the way your voice dropped to a whisper—but Jojen’s chest ached to see it, because it was exactly as he’d dreamed. You were fierce and bright and soft where it mattered, and he could barely breathe from how real you were.

“I believe you,” Bran said suddenly, his voice firmer than it had been in moons.

You looked back at your twin, surprise flickering across your face.

Bran gave a small smile. “I’ve seen him too. In my dreams. And he’s right. We have to go north.”

“No,” Osha barked, stepping forward, shaking her head. “That way’s madness. There’s death in that direction, cold and worse. I’ve kept them alive this long. We go south.”

Jojen turned to you. “It’s not safe in the south. You know that, don’t you?” he asked gently. “There’s fire there, and traps. And death that wears smiling faces.”

Your hand flexed on your dagger, and you said nothing. But your silence was telling.

“We have to go north,” Bran repeated, looking at you now. “To the Three-Eyed Crow. To where the magic still lives. You know it too. Don’t you feel it?”

You looked at Jojen again. And this time, something in you cracked, just slightly. He saw it. The fear, the exhaustion, the quiet hope you tried to bury. You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came. Instead, you stepped toward him, just a breath away now, and looked up into his face.

“Are you real?” you whispered.

And Jojen—who had dreamt of you for years, who had seen you cradling the bones of your childhood and still standing tall—reached out and took your hand with both of his, his voice a whisper of wind through leaves.

“I’ve never been more real than I am standing in front of you.”

And for a moment, the forest fell away. There was no war, no ruin, no death waiting on the road ahead. Just the press of your fingers curling into his, and the greendreamer finding the heart of his dream at last.