#valentina barclay ( thread )

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The baker's ears perk up at the small growl that's sent his way. Brown eyes blinked for a moment before he realized who it was. A certain werewolf who caught his heart long ago and would always bring a smile to his face. The leader of the pack who worried about the once fragile boy who suffered from the occasional asthma attack.

While he certainly needed no protection, he was glad to know someone had his back.

He offers a small albeit warm smile to the werewolf with a small wink.

"Good evening to you too, mi alma~"

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Another growl came from the large black wolf that had stepped into the kitchen, the paw pads making the steps silent as she walked towards Chris and nudged the side of his leg in greeting. Her nose twitched as she smelled the newly baked goodies, but rather than howl to get her pack members’ attention, she walked over to the one of the drawers and used her mouth to pull it out. A mouth that was replaced by a slender, slightly tanned hand as she shifted back to her human form, her fur disappearing into her skin and her sharp teeth becoming shorter and square. The only thing left were her red eyes, which shifted briefly to golden at the sight of her mate.

“Good evening, mi amor,” she said, her Spanish sounding odd with her British accent. Valentina started to pull out some of her clothes to change into, though she didn’t care that he was most likely ogling her.

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For a brief moment, the baker's slightly violet eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect to feel a certain werewolf's hands around his waist. Plus, it didn't help that he was in lala land thanks to the new edible he tried. Once he heard that familiar giggle, he gave a few playful thrusts back.

"Hey you," he laughs. "It looks like that beer was a success."

Once she lets go, he turns around and pulls her into his arms. Hands snaking their way into her pants, cupping her ass with a kiss on her lips.

"Cause you're in a mood~"

He plants another kiss on her lips. And another. Then one to her neck, slowly giving her a soft bite. Just like the ones she gave him when they were younger, though this time he could finally return the favor.

"Luckily, I'm also in a mood~"

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“Always in a moooood,” she said in a sing-song voice, giggling as she was ‘attacked’ by a series of sweet pecks on her lips. Valentina was blushing from a combination of his affections and the side effects of the beer. The playful nips made her gasp and then groan as she placed her hands on his shoulders to push him off of her a little, just far enough for her to look him in the eyes. “No…I want to remember…”

Despite the lewdness of her ‘greeting’, she didn’t plan on sleeping with Chris that night. Not when she was completely hammered for a werewolf. She would likely recover from her drunkenness in the next hour or so, which hopefully was long enough for him to wait.

For now, she had a goofy grin on her face as she continued to stroke his cheeks, his lips, and ruffle his hair, all while keeping herself pressed against him in case she ended up tipping forward. “Can my bakery wait? I promise to up it make to him,” was her additional slurring.

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The baker's attention was focused on the floating grimmoire in front of him, one hand guiding a few levitating plates into the dishwasher. His other hand jotted down a few notes on the spells before him.

"Make sure you focus energy in your hands..." he muses.

The baker was so engrossed in his nightly ritual he didn't notice his lover sneak up behind him.

"Hmm? Whatcha doing there, mi amor?"

His eyes are drawn to her arms around his stomach, one hand holding hers. Before he can fully turn around, the baker was greeted by the sharp sensation that was her canines sinking themselves into his flesh. While most would shriek in pain, and try run form the pain. Chris on the other hand would let out a deep hum of pleasure.

"Mmm~"

Even before Valentina decided to mark him, the baker would find himself staring at those teeth. Usually imagining what a full bite feel like. Memories of her tackling him to the ground and showing him a sharp toothed grin brought a blush to his face.

"This is a pleasant surprise~"

He glances at her out of his peripheral vision.

"Keep this up and I might end up giving you some bites of my own~"

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“Mate,” she growled a split second before she bit him again. There were times when the wolf in her couldn’t be controlled despite being born a werewolf, and when those moments hit, very few could break through to her. Even fewer were the ones she actively sought out without killing them.

Chris was the only one she remained affectionate with, though she got doubly possessive and protective.

While he was fixed on his magic, she was fixated on him, her occasional growls and affectionate nuzzling expressing how much she was enjoying it.

Valentina smirked as she pressed her face against the side of his neck before biting him there again. She didn’t really need to mark him as much as she was right now – everyone in the pack knew that he was her mate – but she couldn’t help the urge. She was needier than before, more…ravenous for him, and she didn’t understand why. She wasn’t in heat, and the desire to have pups with him hadn’t hit her yet. No, this was something else entirely, but the real reason behind it didn’t concern her too much. Why should she worry about wanting him more than usual?

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"Aw, and just when it was getting fun~" Lucien spoke in mock-disappointment. But knew better than to complain. If the fight was over, then it was over. "Now, those of you who doubted I could ... pay up."

“Fun or not, it’s getting too loud,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “The humans might start to notice.” Valentina wasn’t against them holding informal bets against each other or them continuing their sparring somewhere more private. She just wanted to make sure that they weren’t drawing too much attention to themselves.

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“My boy?” Valentina smiled a little. Somehow, she liked the sound of that. “So you want to be my mate, then. I always assumed that that was something that the moon determined. Or nature.” She pulled her hand back, but her palm still felt warm from the contact. She glanced over at her dad’s best friend, who was now the oldest member of the pack. Maybe he’d heard of something like this happening before.

[ @formaechao ]

Ethan shivered under the alpha's touch, his eyes flickering with a wolf's desire. "The first time we met, you said I wasn't your mate, but the way you..." A gasp shunted itself out of his throat. "Y-your touch gives me a different idea." His eyes became hazy as he gazed at her. "I want to be your... boy."

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A full moon.

Chris can't say he doesn't enjoy seeing the celestial body that illuminated the night. It was his namesake after all and it brought him an odd comfort these days. Not that long ago he would have been worried about locking up Luna's without his hellhound but he felt safer these days. No doubt due to learning a few spells and boxing.

Plus, it wasn't like anyone could pop out and surprise him...as far as he knew.

Unaware of a pair of eyes watching him make his way to his car. While he kept alert about his surrounding even he couldn't see what was coming next. Before he could even blink, he found his arms pinned against the bakery's walls. A violet aura filled his eyes, ready to take on his potential attacker.

That black hair looked very familiar and only one person would sneak on him like this.

"Senorita Barclay~" he chuckles. "What brings you here on such a lovely night? Any reason you have me like this?"

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Fangs and red irises faded at the sound of recognition, bared teeth replaced by a smile as she released him and stepped back. The word senorita echoed in her mind, but she brushed aside the lingering tingles that began to hum throughout her body as a light night wind ruffled her dark hair. Her kind was never more powerful than they were when the full moon was in the sky, and being an Elder, she could resist the bestial call that forced the younger, less experienced of her pack to shift. 

“Coming to check in on an old friend,” she said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I heard that vampires were in the city, and the other creatures are closing their ranks in case of a blood bath. Again.” It was no wonder that her father had advised her to bring extra guards – which she did – and some of them were on the rooftops, keeping an eye on the streets that led to where she and Chris were. “How is Abuela and the rest of the Lunas?”

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At this very moment in the dusky town of Sedona, Christopher Noe Luna was 23 years, 7 weeks, 2 days and 10 minutes old. Tears stinging those big brown doe eyes as he watched the group of wolves leave. One wolf in particular held his hand for an eternal 10 seconds, both afraid to let go. It was as though they both had a frog in their throat. Both begining to speak up just to silence themselves.

Valentina Barclay, a leader of the pack of werewolves that patrolled Arizona's nights. A strong young woman who held a charisma and strength that matched her beauty. Despite his being a witch, the baker was actually under the spell that was love.

With another look at those enchanting hues,it was the moment that our young witch realized something.

'...I want to go with you...'

A thought that he would soon regret not voicing. The second the warmth of her hand leave his, the young Lunas heart sank to the deepest pits of his stomach. Alone he sat on the mountains, watching the pack make their way out of the desert town until they were no longer visible.

Two years had passed and the young baker was now in charge of the Luna Family business, Luna's Moonlight Delights. Perhaps due to burying himself within his work. Lonley nights with his lovecraftian cat, Dee and hound from hell, Quas, turned into business certificate study sessions. Afterwork record shopping was soon replaced by learning new pastries from fellow bakers.

But even with the distraction of work, family, and two cute familiars. The baker's heart yearned for the werewolf leader. A fact that had not gone unnoticed by his friends and family. Enough to set him up on dates that would end with a nice hug or a thinly veiled promise of meeting again. Whenever he would catch a full moon, the Luna's mind would wander to his dear, sweet, Valentina.

At this very moment, Christopher Noe Luna was 25 years, 2 weeks, 12 days, and 10 minutes year old when would see the werewolf who stole his heart 2 years ago. To think, a late-night walk for Quas to the bakery would lead to his heart skipping a beat when the hellhound happily spotted Valentina.

"...Valentina...?" he asked, mouth agape and cheeks red as the cherry pies he baked. It was as though he had seen her for the first time all over again. "You're back?"

The baker takes a moment to think over his unsaid words and decided he wasn't going to hold back his true feelings anymore.

"...I missed you..."

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Valentina Barclay was exactly 10 years, 2 weeks, 6 days, and 8 hours old when she moved with her pack to Sedona. And she was exactly 10 years, 2 weeks, 6 days, and 9 hours old when she fell in love.

She remembered seeing him for the first time in his treehouse, which happened to be across her new bedroom, and waving at him in the hopes of making a new friend. The moment her gaze locked with his, however, something clicked. Zinged. Zapped.

But she never told anyone, not even the then-mysterious boy, who she soon came to know as Chris.

She didn’t tell him when they started attending the same classes.

She didn’t tell him when it was time to ask someone to prom.

And she didn’t tell him when it was time for her to leave.

‘Come with me,’ she wanted to say, but all that came out of her mouth was a hum and one final kiss on his cheek.

The first and last time she kissed him intimately.

Valentina hated the idea of leaving Sedona, but with her dad’s failing health and the increasing strength of their vampire enemies, they needed to regroup and regain their power. She didn’t know how long she would return, if she ever would, and she believed that by not giving him hope, they would be able to move on with their lives.

Except it seemed that she left herself in that sleepy little town, a fact that her dad had noticed before he finally passed.

You can’t zing with someone and leave them behind, love.

Go to him. The pack will understand: they all clicked with their mates, too.

Besides, I think they all miss Abuela’s baked goods.

Be happy.

So, with her father blessing her decision to return, she returned. No inkling whether he had moved on and had found someone else to spend his life with or if he was still there. But the moment she stepped into Sedona, she picked his scent easily and knew he was. She could pick him out in a sea of people, of witches, all with her eyes closed.

But she found him late at night, holding on to Quas’ leash, and she smiled. He had barely finished his sentence when she was on him, lips moving over his in a hungry kiss, her arms wrapping around him as she allowed herself to succumb to the feelings she had for close to a decade and a half.

“I missed you, too,” she whispered.

Valentina Barclay would be 25 years, 6 weeks, 5 days, and 8 hours old when she would tell him that she loved him.

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“What are you saying?” Valentina asked, confused. “I’m not asking you to check in on them; it’s why me and my people are here. You don’t need to get involved.” With the Nemeton being in town, she could only imagine the kind of trouble that he had to face every day. “I just need your permission for us to pass through. Last thing we all need is to step on another pack’s toes.”

The man professed stoicism, but that was by far the least of his qualities. No, he felt the emotions, and it was a detestable thought. " If you haven't heard from me since then, it could be a trap. Bringing in some other packs to an absolute slaughter. Or follow you." The man tensed and cast his attention around.

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“Here.” She set a thick stack of folders near Jaune. “I’ve gone through every single file many times, but maybe you might find something that’s similar to yours.” Valentina sat down with a sigh, and she massaged the side of her head with her pointer finger. She just wanted it all to be over and for Julian and for Jaune’s loved ones get the justice they deserved.

[ @ask-jaune-npr ]

“Back at square one.” the blonde hunter said as he looked at the werewolf. It wasn't the first time he'd worked with the supernatural crowd, but rarely one so well connected. “Look for similarities, patterns. Things that could be used to take off this thing’s mask.”

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It seemed like such a simple solution, but the risk of them losing people whenever they went out on runs seemed to grow higher the longer the apocalypse lasted. Valentina was aware of this: she’d heard of and saw groups return at least one man less, and there was one instance when it went as high as five.

“Better find actual factories before we do. Keeps the teams from getting lost.” Rather than mull over the ammunition concern, she smirked at him conceding victory before they could even announce their little fight. “Arat’s been bragging about how he can take me. Maybe I should give him the chance to prove it.” It would also help her hone her skills even more, whether she won or lost. There was still a lesson to be learned if she was defeated, anyway.

Valentina hadn’t realized that her sudden mood dip was evident in her expression until Negan voiced his confusion. “Nothing. Just thinking about how we can’t save everyone, no matter how much we want to. Kind of a hard lesson to swallow even after all this time.”

"Then we go on another run. Find more," Negan shrugged. That was the only way. While they were looking, they could scout for ways to make more. There had to be a gun factory somewhere. It was the South, after all, and the South loved their guns.

He ate, offering small talk instead of business talk. More of a check in. The food was decent enough, given everything. He probably would have made it better himself, but that was just way too damn much cooking!

He rolled his eyes at her teasing. "Take one of them. I can't let you win again," he said. "My people will lose faith in me if I do. Take on Arat." That was a fight he'd want to see, really. That would be some entertainment. Maybe everyone needed to see that.

He saw her smile fall. "What's with the look?"

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“Did he now?” Valentina arched an eyebrow, though her surprise and slight annoyance were towards the other werewolf. “I apologize for his behavior. I can’t fully blame him, though. We’ve had several nasty encounters with vampires over the years. He was only trying to protect me and the rest of the pack.” Maybe the stranger couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. She had already apologized on behalf of her pack member, and that was all she could do at the moment.

“Valentina,” she said, offering a hand out to the other woman. “My family has owned this bar for centuries, and we do try and treat all of our guests well. Is there anything I can do to make up for the treatment you received? A couple of drinks and some food, maybe?” Her offer was less about saving face and more about trying to correct the wrong that had been done. She understood what it felt like to be judged because of what she was, whether it was her being a werewolf or being a female alpha.

[ @prettycutepsycho ]

Autumn looked at the girl as the other wolfmuttered the words that she might be a vampire and she was, just not the kind that you don’t expect to drink your blood and be allergic to garlic and all those other superstitions people had of vampires

❝No, I’m on my own and besides that was just a bit of my powers I could’ve made them fly a lot further and a lot harder but I didn’t because I didn’t want to anger you since you already look quite pissed off with life and I’m sorry for what I done to the guy that I just wanted a drink - he wouldn’t let me get past without telling him what species I was so I flew him halfway across the room❞

She saw it as an attempt to expose her and make everything feel better rising to someone who was obviously out of her league, autumn made it white easy using her powers to gently kid and then by the wolves and flying his across the room.

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“Honest? That’s their choice. But fighters? Why not?” She smirked at him and glanced at the retreating werewolves. All of them were bigger than her, but none had managed to best her whenever they foolishly asked her to spar with them. Valentina was small and slender compared to them, but she was fast. “You know how bad the vampire threat has become. Not to mention the beginnings of a supernatural hunter society all the way in America. We all need to be prepared. Including you.”

[ @asexxxualerotica ]

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The orc huffed in reply, though a faint smile twitched in the corner of his lip as he heard her teasing tone. “I’d say disappointed, really…but maybe a little frustrated.” His eyes narrowed on her and he stepped closer. “Especially if you’re really considering asking me to teach your pups how to be honest fighters—if I accept, I’ll never get another restful night’s sleep.”

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She shook her head. “Father has seen enough packs destroy themselves from the inside through lack of discipline and recklessness. I won’t have that happen to mine.” It was harder than it looked as hers was one of the largest packs in England, which meant that she had more pups and older werewolves to keep an eye on. But it was something she had been trained to do since she herself was a pup, following eagerly after her father as he made his rounds.

“Bruising their egos might make them want revenge on you eventually. Light-hearted payback. Though I think you’re prepared for that,” Valentina remarked with a wry smile.

[ @freeusemuses ]

"Ah yes. Can't have them catching on, that we actually exist." Lucien would agree with her, despite how amused he sounded. But she was right. The only reason the lycan race had survived for as one as they had, was because they didn't draw attention.

Though letting off steam every now and again was important. Not outing an entire packs both location, and existence carried far more weight to the alpha ... who's collected winnings were enough to keep him waist deep in women and booze for several lifetimes.

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Mental and verbal statements merged into one at first. Valentina hadn’t considered that she and Chris would be so tightly bound that she would be able to hear his thoughts, too. “I could stare at you all day too,” she said as she took one of his shirts from him and pulled it over and down her head. “And you know exactly how to get my appetite going.”

She moved closer to kiss him on the lips, moaning at the contact, and when she pulled away, she found herself wanting another and then another. Finally, she had ended up wrapping her arms around him and kissing him passionately, her body pressed up against his.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, love,” Valentina murmured. Ever since she spent years silent, she now refused to let a single day go by without letting him know that she loved and/or missed him. For all her power, she didn’t know when her last day would be, and she wanted him to know exactly how she felt.

While the other Luna's often felt anxiety at the mere hint of a growl from the Barclay's, it would always bring a smile to his face. Memories of moonlit hangouts with her fellow wolves staring at the moon while he prepared various sketches. Though he would hide it, one could find various sketches of Valentina filling it's pages.

A small albeit excited smile spreads across his face. Though they had seen each other earlier that day, the baker would always be estatic to see her again. That familiar red hue fills his cheeks as he sees her without her clothes.

'Gotdamn she looks good...I could stare at her all night' he thought as he offered up one of his t-shirts.

"Glad to have you home, " he grins. "Are ya hungry? I was getting ready to bake a batch of those conchas you like~"

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She shook his hand, noting that his grip was firm and his palm was starting to get a little calloused. “Part of it, yes. And then there’s me wanting to get away for a while. I’ve never been to a place like Gotham.” One could argue that London was similar, but she had gone around it enough times for her to start wishing to see other places. “I hope that my visit isn’t getting in the way of your civil duty.” 

[ @potestmagice ]

"Likewise, Miss Barclay," Jim Gordon replied. He stopped going over some of the paperwork he was reading over and got up from his desk and extended a hand out for a handshake. He looked over at her, smiling back at her. "Your father speaks highly of you. He also mentioned your passion for photography. Is that what brings you to Gotham?"

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“Maybe I prefer a puppy alpha,” she murmured, nuzzling the spot she’d marked. Valentina felt a new warmth blossoming in her core, something more affectionate than aroused, and she hummed as more of his scent filled her nostrils. “Someone strong in general but who knows how to be weak…for me.” Yes, that sounded perfect, but it would only be completely so if he agreed with her.

[ @formaechao ]

Ethan gasped at the hickey, feeling like a puppy once again. "I know I'm not the alpha you wanted," he frowned. "It's like I'm your pup." An embarrassed blush shifted up his neck and a feel of laughter left his lips. "You want someone to be strong?" His breath began to be more laboured, the need to be held and kissed.