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dashofmonsters · 3 months ago

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Cream Tea Pt.1

Male Werewolf x Female Reader

It was time for a change and time to get away from mom and dad. Your life had been carefully constructed to a tee down to where you would work and what sort of man you were to marry. This was all you had known until you visited a small town during an exhausting weekend. It was quiet and peaceful and everything you wanted and felt deprived of. Back home you did everything in your power to make this secret move happen and it is happening. It's now or never though and with the help of your only friend, you make your move.

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Loading a moving van in the middle of the night is an absolute nightmare but you can't stand to be here any longer. Your folks had been irritating you with one thing after another. First it was the gala, then showing up at your office and demanding that your boss give you a better position, and now they're wanting you to meet with the eligible sons of their friends to find Mr. Future Husband. That had been the last straw in your opinion and there had been many many more prior.

Leighann, your only friend and savior had been helping you put together 'Operation Runaway' for the last year. It has been a labor of love and freedom and now it's in full force. You had everything planned out and ready and there have been no hiccups at all. Everything was boxed, your notice at work had been given in secrecy, and your parents have been none the wiser.

"That's the last of it," one of the movers grunts, shoving the last box into the van.

"Alright, thank you," you tell him as you fish out tips for the guys. They had worked fast and efficiently and more than deserved it. Their faces lit up and one of them tipped his cap to you.

You look around the parking lot at your apartment and cross your arms, your nerves on fire but in the best possible way. You're about to be hundreds of miles away from here and out from under your parent's thumb.

"I can't believe this is actually happening," you sigh.

"Feels kind of surreal huh? Just last week you were rubbing elbows with an elite crowd and now you're about to move to butt fuck nowhere that no one has ever heard of," Leighann wraps an arm around your shoulder and swings you around.

You laugh and roll your eyes, "It's a nice small town and it's the exact change I need."

Leighann pokes at you a few more times as you let the relief settle into your bones. You're finally getting out from under your family's thumb, you're finally getting away.

You've been the baby of the bunch, having four older brothers who tower over you physically and financially. Your parents saw you as an investment, something to make pretty and to show off to their equally well to do friends with sons.

For years you put on a mask, a well created facade of happiness as you went through pageants, galas, auctions and whatever horribly boring events you were dragged to.

Last year was the worst though, when you started having enough of them parading you around. The three of you had flown over to this beautiful resort where they had showed you off to every bachelor, for a couple years younger than you to nearly sixty!

You had to quietly retire saying all the mingling had made you light headed, something your mother understood quite well after enough glasses of wine.

Instead of heading up to your room, you went down and had your rental car brought to you. No matter where you were, you always made it a point of having your own vehicle, something your parents so painfully allowed you to have was your own freedom.

You drove around and around for a little over an hour until you ended up in a sleepy little town surrounded by trees and had cottage like homes and buildings. There was a group of elderly ladies walking together and they smiled and waved as you passed by.

For some reason that made you cry. You had to pull over at a nearby shop because you could barely see past your tears. You started rubbing your eyes and you knew at that point your makeup was absolutely ruined.

Someone tapped on your car, a little old lady with red cat framed glasses and red and white striped apron. Her grey curly hair was puffy and had a cartoonishly large red ribbon on the side. You rolled down the window and she shook her head at you and handed you a wad of napkins.

You couldn't help but to laugh as you took them and cleaned up your face.

"Now now, why don't you get out of that car and come and tell Mama Joy why you're crying the paint off your face?" she nods her head to the building she came out of, a small little tea shop.

You double check your face real quick before you unbuckle and exit the car. Mama Joy has you follow her into what is possibly the cutest tea shop you've ever been in. The front is filled with potted flowers and bells and wind chimes hang from the ceiling where fairy lights dangle. The tea room has mismatched chairs and tables giving it a whimsical personality.

"You like spiced tea dear?" she asked.

"Yes I do but-"

"Thomas! Throw on a pot of that spiced stuff you made earlier, we have a guest," she hollers towards the kitchen.

"Roger that," Thomas hollers back to her.

Mama Joy has you sit down in a comfy green chair and takes your hands, "Now then, why don't you tell me what's got you so upset today?"

You sigh and feel your chest tighten, "It's...it's a lot."

She smiles and gives your hands a reassuring squeeze, "Then you best get to talking then."

And you do, you tell her about that evening and all the other parties and galas you've been shown off at. About your parents and your brothers, about all the men your parents tried to set you up with. You told her everything.

You don't know when you finally calmed down but when you did, Mama Joy places a warm cup of tea in front of you. It smelled like oranges and chair and you couldn't wait to try it. You added in a little cream and sugar and took a sip. It warms you up instantly and you try not to cry again.

"I can't say that I've been in your position but it sounds to me that you're at the end of your rope with your folks. You're your own person, not a little doll or show dog. Why you haven't tired of this sooner is beyond me," she shook her head and sighed.

"I've been tired of it, but I've had to put on this fake smile for so long... I forgot how miserable I am," you frowned and ducked your head.

A cinnamon roll slid right in front of you as you're looking down causing you to look back up at the man who placed it there.

He was tall with long honey brown wavy hair that looked like it went down to the middle of his back, he had a well kept beard and the most gorgeous amber eyes you've ever seen.

"You look like you need a little pick me up," He smiled with so much warmth in his eyes.

"Oh and none for me?" Mama Joy huffed at him.

He laughed and tsked at her, "You know you can't have any Mama."

"I am nearly eighty, I can do without a foot," she scoffed before cackling.

He gave her a knowing look before rolling his eyes, "If she bothers you too much you can always leave."

You couldn't help but to smile at that, "No no, she's been... nice."

Mama slapped the table, "Why the pause? Did you really have to think about that?"

After that you, Mama, and Thomas spent what seemed like forever just talking, having tea and trying to keep the sweets away from the owner of the cutest little shop you've ever been to.

The night dragged on with Mama having you and Thomas accompany her to a little restaurant her cousin owned. It was a little bit of salsa club mixed with just the appetizers of a Mexican restaurant. You and Thomas had a mocktail while you both watched Mama Joy dance with a Mr. Emmitt.

"They have been into each other for so long I'm surprised they haven't started dating," Thomas commented.

"How long is so long?" you asked.

He shrugged, "Three years give or take."

"Wow, and this is as far as they get?" you watched Mr. Emmitt spin her around as she laughed.

"Yup. Though I think that they're both happy with this arrangement. I think they're still in love with their late spouse but too scared to try to love again," He sighed.

"Tragic and beautiful," you muttered.

"That it is, that it is. What about you? I came in on the ass end of whatever was making you cry, was it some jack ass?" He asked.

You laughed, "More like the lack of a jack ass. No, my parents want to marry me off and age doesn't matter anymore. I think the oldest guy was in his sixties."

Thomas cringed, "That's horrible!"

"I can't take it anymore, I just want to get away from them," you said, finally voicing the one thing you've been wishing for your whole life.

"Then why don't you?" he asked.

You smiled, took a sip of your mocktail and shrugged, "It's not that easy... I have very little in my name and I had to fight tooth and nail just to have my own apartment to have my own space."

Thomas shook his head and sighed, "What if you just up and left? Said nothing and got the hell out of dodge?"

You opened your mouth to argue with him then shut it.

"That," you started. "That's not a bad idea."

"Seriously?" He raised a brow at you.

"No no, you're onto something. I just started a job too and if I save up enough... This might actually work!" you set your drink down and fished out your phone.

"Woah hey, don't you think you should think something like this over a bit more? Make some plans first?" Thomas took your hand with the phone in it.

"Oh gods, you're right. I just... I feel like this will actually work and I just... I feel so stupid for not even considering just leaving," you smiled at him.

Thomas' eyes widened and he withdrew his hand, "Don't call yourself stupid, if anything call your folks' choices stupid. It's costing them a daughter."

Your lip blubbered and you felt like crying again just because you're not used to people being genuinely nice and sweet to you aside from your childhood best friend Leighann.

"Hey now, come on no more crying," Thomas extended his hand and nodded towards the floor. "How about it? Care to dance?"

For a brief moment you consider turning him down but something inside of you seems thrilled about dancing with him. He's rugged and absolutely sweet and saying no just doesn't feel right. So you took his hand and let him lead you to the floor.

He danced with you like you were two awkward teens slow dancing at prom. Your feet got stepped on so often that you laughed each time he shuffled onto them. He nearly ran you into the elderly couples who giggled at his horrible dancing. And he was so off beat.

But this was the most fun you've ever had dancing with anyone, ever.

After a while the dancing died down and Mama Joy pulled you both aside after Mr. Emmitt kissed her hand and waved goodbye.

"I said it once and I'll say it again, you have two left feet boy," Mama Joy poked at Thomas and he grinned.

"Well I was hoping that tonight I might have found my right foot, looks like it's still lost," he shrugged.

The two of them bantered until Thomas got a phone call he couldn't ignore from a relative leaving you and Mama Joy alone.

"You seem to have brightened up a lot, feeling better?" She asked.

"Much," you nodded. "I think I have a plan now."

You tell her the idea Thomas had given you earlier and Mama's face lit up with intrigue. She threw in a few other ideas and her phone number as well saying that she knows some people with homes for sale or rentals for when you start looking.

By the time Thomas got back you had a sense of relief fully settled into your bones. You had the base for a great runaway plan, support, and a place in mind. Things were looking up.

Mama Joy suggested that you head back since it's getting late but not without giving you the strongest granny hug you've ever received.

Thomas walked you back to your car at the tea shop and when you held the door open for you, you felt this odd sense of sorrow like you're really really going to miss him. You think of giving him your number but you fear he might take it the wrong way.

As you settled into the car and strapped your seat belt on you see Thomas from the corner of your eye kneel till he's at eye level.

"Whatever happens, just remember that change isn't easy, especially if it's for something you need. Sometimes it seems easy in the beginning until things destroy your expectations," He gave you a sad smile and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'll try and keep that in mind," you said, squeezing his hand back.

Moments passed with the both of you holding hands not sure when either was going to break away, but eventually, Thomas did. He stood up awkwardly and bumped his head on the car but laughed it off.

He waved you away after telling you goodnight and walked back into the tea shop.

You drove back to the hotel and passed out after you peeled your heels off and bounced into bed.

The next day, you wasted no time getting things started. You called Leighann up and told her everything that happened last night and she was all ears. Things only got better once you were back at your apartment in New York. Leighann had a full on financial plan, movers, and so on planned out in a little according file for you.

A few months later, you called up Mama Joy and she was excited to hear that not only were you planning to move but you wanted to move to her sleepy little town.

Her friend Linda owned a few homes for sale and one of them was in your price range. After some back and forth conversations online, you eventually sign the papers. You'll have a house, you're own house, in a few months!

You spend time packing when you can and selling decor you don't really care for online for cheap. Most of the decorations you own were terrible holiday gifts from different relatives saying that your apartment lacked any personality.

Surprisingly, you made a good bit of money from selling the horrid things that adorned shelves and walls. Enough money to top the movers and for gas to get to the new house!

To keep your parents off your back, you'd kept up your attendance at their stupid events until a few days ago. You feigned being too sick to attend, saying that someone at work brought in a cold their kid had brought to them from school. Your mother sounded horrified and suggested that you rested for at least a month with little to no contact with the family. You feigned sorrow with a touch of understanding.

And now here you are, packed up and ready to move. Leighann was going with you to help with the long drive and to help get the boxes and furniture into your new place.

"Do you need to go back up and double check the place?" Leighann asks.

You shake your head, "Check listed everything. I think we're good to go!"

"Then let's do this," She grins and the both of you pile into the moving van.

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It took three days to go from New York to the sleepy little town of Daire Glen. Autumn leaves scattered about as you drive down the main road. Leighann points out to a group of little old ladies in hiking gear and bright colored scarves. You instantly recognize one of them as Mama Joy and quickly roll your window down to wave.

"Look who's finally arrived!" Mama shouts as she waves at you.

You feel a smile spread then and all the other ladies greet you as you slowly pass the group.

"Was that Mama Joy?" Leighann asks, having talked to her on the phone quite a bit.

"Absolutely," you reply.

Leighann then recalls all her conversations with her, from the hottest gossip from the tea shop to the little updates about Thomas she'd give you.

That, that was another thing.

As far as Mama Joy said, she hadn't told Thomas you'd be moving here. Something about a pleasant surprise for the both of you though you have no idea what she meant by that.

You did know that you'd be working with him though. Mama Joy had decided to hire you even though you had no background with the restaurant service or anything of the likes. But she did know that you'd need a job, even if it was part time when you got here.

"Turn right at the next light," Leighann gasps, having nearly forgotten she was on direction duty.

You follow the directions she gives you until you're in the nicest little neighborhood you've ever seen. All the houses were one story and had lush wildflower gardens and flowering trees. Some houses had large stones bordering their garden beds while some had moss covered grey bricks.

Slowly and in near disbelief, you pull up into your new driveway and almost start crying.

"I'm home," you smile, your lips still quivering.

"Yeah no, none of the photos did this place justice. It's gorgeous," Leighann gapes as she opens her door.

As you step out the first thing you notice is the smell of rain and spiced tea. The smell is so familiar that you're instantly taken back to the first night you were here.

"Want to unpack first or walk around the place and let it soak in that you've escaped your parents?" Leighann asks.

"You and your tough questions, but we should probably start unloading," You shrug and head back into the van to repark it to make it easier to unload.

You pull up the latch and the second you see your boxes and furniture, you realize you should have probably called some people over to help unload.

"Want me to see if there are any strong men around here to help us unload?" Leighann puffs out her chest a flexes jokingly.

You laugh and shake your head, "This is a retirement town Leigh, I doubt there will be a lot of any strong men around here."

Leighann groans but quickly perks up, "Oh really? Then what about him?"

Raising a brow, you look in the direction Leighann pointed to with her thumb and your jaw nearly drops.

"Thomas?" you say in disbelief.

As if he heard you, Thomas looks your way and drops whatever was in his hands and dashes over towards you.

Leighann tries to pull you away but you wave her off.

"What in the world are you doing here!" Thomas asks as he sweeps you up off the ground and into a big bear hug.

"I'm moving in," you squeak.

"Moving in? Here? At this house?" He asks, his brows high up on his face.

You grin, "Yes, I am moving in at this house, in this neighbor, in this town. Mama Joy helped helped me."

He squints and kneels to he's at eye level, "This isn't good, do you know what this means?"

You shake your head feeling nervous for the first time in a while.

"We're neighbor's now which means Mama Joy knows where you live which means she might try and kidnap you and convince you to give her sweets," he makes a fake pouty face then laughs.

"I'm messing with you of course, but she might come to bother you from time to time. She gets lonely when Mr. Emmitt gets too busy with his stained glass gig. Anyway are you waiting for help?" He asks, noticing the mountain of stuff and two noodle armed trust fund babies.

"Ah, about that...," you blush in embarrassment. "I kind of forgot to call ahead of time and-"

"We need help, like really really bad," Leighann butts in.

Thomas cocks his head to the side and pats his pants until he pulls out a phone, "I got a couple buddies who owe me a favor or two I can call over."

"That would be amazing," you clap your hands together.

"On one condition though," Thomas raises a finger and winks at you. "We all have dinner at my place afterwards."

You grin and nod, "Sounds like a deal."

Within fifteen minutes a group of guys show up and start pulling the boxes and furniture into your new house with you directing them where to put everything.

Thomas of course helps but with much more enthusiasm. He lifts the heaviest pieces of furniture, brings in the most boxes and even helps unpack some things. The other guys poke at him like they know something you don't but right now, you're just thankful for the help.

"Me thinks you've unintentionally made the very handsome neighbor fall for you~" Leighann elbows your side.

You glare at her, "I highly doubt that, he's just really nice."

"No no, I think your friend might be right," one of the guys, Tyler, agrees.

"Oh for sure, I've never seen him act all...," Rick starts and waves his hand about, "Swoony was it? Mama Joy said he pouted for days after you went back to wherever you went and regretted not getting your number."

Tyler laughed, "I don't think I've ever seen him that mopey either."

You roll your eyes, "I doubt that... And that," you pause and take a box from Ricks hand, "That is personal and I will be taking that."

Stomping off you feel a bit insulted for Thomas that his friends would joke about him like that, especially to you. For the short time you've known Thomas, and it was very short, you got the impression that he's just genuinely nice to everyone.

Sighing, you take your very very personal box of toys to your bedroom. Thomas is in there setting up your mattress on your bedframe and without a shirt on.

You nearly drop the box when he turns around and smiles at you, "Got everything in here."

"Oh um, great, thanks," you smile and try to casually toss your top secret toy box into your dresser.

"How's everything going out there?" he asks, running a hand through his thick hair.

"Pretty uh good, nearly got the kitchen set up. Leighann and I thought we'd be unpacking all week. At this point she'll be here just to visit," you shrug, still doing your best not to stare at his bare and hairy chest.

"That'll be nice for the both of you then. It gives you more time to settle in and find a job if you haven't already," he replies, grabbing his shirt off the bedframe and tossing it on his shoulder.

"Oh uh well about that, Mama Joy already sort of hired me," you give him a nervous grin.

Thomas' face goes blank for a second before he lets out a barking laugh, "Oh of course she did!"

"I'm really wondering why she didn't say anything to you," you groan and slap your face. "I feel like a nuisance just popping up like this now."

"Woah hey hey, none of this is your fault," He walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. "And you're not a nuisance. Mama Joy just got bored and thought this might be funny or something like that. You're fine and it's great that you're here."

You want to believe him but you feel like he's just being nice about it again.

"Isn't it annoying though? I'm certain you had plans for the day and I show up out of nowhere like I did and you had to call in a favor an-"

Thomas puts a finger over your lips quickly silencing you, "Nothing about this is annoying, I promise you."

His amber eyes look stern on his uncharacteristically serious face. His finger on your lips moves slowly until it's under your chin, tilting your head back just a little, "Now say it back, that you're not a nuisance."

For a few moments you forgot what words are until you blubber back and repeat what he just said, "I-I'm not a nuisance."

Thomas smiles and before he can say anything there's a knocking sound behind you.

"We're not interrupting anything are we?" Leighann coos as she leans on the door frame with Rick and Tyler behind her with raised brows and kissy faces.

You instantly feels embarrassed and cover your face with your hands. You know how that looked, Thomas without his shirt on and right up in your face! You hear Thomas coming to your defense swearing up and down that nothing happened and that you were worried you were being annoying.

The guys pick on him relentlessly then while Leighann tries to coax you out from behind your hands, "Come on I was just teasing you."

"I know but now I really feel like a nuisance though," you mumble.

"Come on, why don't we leave these three weirdos to act like teenage boys and you and I will crack open a bottle of red," Leighann tugs on you and drags you to the kitchen.

You still hear Thomas talking to Rick and Tyler though their conversation no longer sounds lighthearted.

Leighann pulls out a few bottles onto the counter and has you take your pick though you just mindlessly point to whatever. Leighann rolls her eyes and grabs a different bottle, something that you usually like.

"Alright come on, spill," she says as she opens the bottle with a pop.

"I just... Maybe coming here was a mistake," you pout.

She rolls her eyes again and sets the bottle down, "No, the only mistake that was made was your parents not letting you have a fucking life."

You cringe at their mentioning.

"You have no preferences, no real likes or dislikes, and it took you till yesterday to admit that you actually don't care for salmon! They fucked up, they failed you, and now you have the greatest opportunity to be you! The real you that you've even hidden from me, your best fucking friend!" She tosses her hands out before grabbing a couple of mugs out of a cabinet a filling them to the brim with wine.

She's absolutely right and it hurts. Living a carefully crafted life you weren't allowed the luxury of preferences or opinions. Everything you had was what everyone else thought you should have. You were never really you. You cried for a solid hour when you admitted you hate salmon. What else do you not care for, what things do you actually care for?

You take the wine filled mug and chug some of it down before Leighann quickly grabs it from your hands, "Slow down girly, we're just taking the edge off."

"I know... I know," you sigh.

"Ugh enough of that ju-"

Leighann stops and looks over your shoulder with a curious expression. You turn around and see Thomas holding Rick and Tyler by their shoulders.

"Hey uh sorry about earlier, we uh went a little too far with the teasing," Rick apologizes.

"Yeah, we didn't mean to embarrass you or anything," Tyler adds.

"Oh uh... it's uh fine now, I'm just not used to getting teased like that is all. I know you were only joking," you try and smooth things over seeing how nervous both guys look.

Tyler and Rick breathe a sigh of relief but Thomas still looks somewhat upset. That's a bit unsettling to you.

"Well with apologies out of the way and the house basically unpacked. What's next on the agenda?" Leighann breaks the silence with grace.

Thomas snaps out of his mood and gives you a nervous smile, "If you're still up for it we can still have dinner at my place?"

Smiling back you nod.

He too breathes a sigh of relief then.

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Thomas' house is almost as nice as he is. His house is well decorated and he has an impressive library and a large photo of his family at the entry. You were surprised to find out that he's a triplet and how different he and his brothers look.

His kitchen is cute with a wonderful forest green color that has copper pots and pans hanging above the island.

He has Rick and Tyler help with the grill while you and Leighann lounge poolside with fresh made lemonade.

"Not going to lie, I'm now thinking about moving here," she laughs as she steals a glance at Tyler.

She's been messing with him since they've met and you can see something there. They bantered like they've done it their entire lives earlier and Rick and Thomas just stood watching impressed at her while you were impressed at Tyler for keeping up with her.

"If and when that happens are you going to move next to Tyler?" you ask.

She chuckles and sighs, "Oh no, I'd move across the street."

You roll your eyes and look over at Thomas. He was placing some steaks on the grill while talking to Rick. He turns his head enough and catches you looking at him so you just awkwardly smile at him.

Trying to play off that weird moment you turn to Leighann to say something but you're unable to get a word out before Tyler approaches her and the two walk away and start to conversate.

"He is really into your friend there," Thomas says as he approaches you.

"He's in big trouble then, Leighann's a tough cookie," you shrug.

There's a long stretch of silence then that's eventually broken by Thomas clearing his throat, "I'm uh sorry about earlier, that was really inappropriate of me."

"Oh it's f-"

"No, it's not. I also hear what Leighann said earlier as well. About not having any preferences. You told me last time you were here about how little control you had over your life but I didn't think it was that bad. What kind of pack would allow that?" Thomas looked at you with confusion then.

But now you're confused, did he just say pack? Maybe that's some slang for family around here.

"Rich families do this sort of thing all the time. I got too used to it and maybe I feel too guilty if I upset or annoy someone because of how often it was beaten into me," you shrug.

"Beaten?" Thomas asks, looking like he was about to explode.

"Not too bad either, just the usual ruler or pointing stick. And nowhere that would be visible. It stopped when I was fourteen though so it's been a long while," you reassure him as if this was perfectly normal.

Thomas looks like he's really about to explode now, "Your pack allowed that? What the hell is wrong with them? You were just a child!"

"I was expected to act a certain way and if I didn't, there were consequences," you reply though a bit more unsure of yourself than before.

He shakes his head and gets down to your level, "Are there any other children in your pack dealing with that?"

You shake your head, "No, there's none. I'm the youngest in my family so th-"

"Not your family, your pack," he repeats.

Furrowing your brows you cock your head to the side uncertain what he's asking now. Could it be a community thing then? You knew a lot of girls your age also went through what you did, often comparing stories at camps or pageants when you were younger. But that also doesn't feel like the right answer.

Seeing you take so long to answer, Thomas takes your hand ever so gently and gives it a squeeze, "You can tell me ok, I promise I won't mention you to your pack leader but the council doesn't tolerate the mistreatment of children. They can help."

Now you know that neither of you are on the same page. In fact you're one hundred and one percent confused.

"I'm sorry, I haven't any idea what you're talking about," you tell him.

He looks away from you for a moment and sighs, "I know it's not easy for you to open up but our kind has to stick together. You said you're from New York and I know the packs up there aren't the best but I didn't know they'd be that bad. How about this, I just list them off and if I say the one you're from just nod your head ok?"

Before he starts listing packs off you hold up your hands with panic running through you.

You remember your parents talking about the other folk at a gala they were at. Vampires, moth men, liches, and werewolves, how they actually existed and lived amongst us. Your dad swore up and down he was close with a werewolf pack.

Pack...

"Thomas, I think there's been a big misunderstanding here and please forgive me for my next question if it seems a bit odd, but you're a werewolf right?" you cringe your face hoping you're wrong.

"Of course I am... Wait a moment, oh goodness are you not one? Are you a different were or perhaps a vampire? No that can't be it's day time, then a li-"

"No no, none of the above. Thomas, I'm human."

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thegnomelord · 1 year ago

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speaking of unorthodox mating: scorpionflies! my favourite thanks to entomology and them being very useful 🦂 mainly because they mate on top of fresh corpses. wonder what ghost of any of 141 you choose from would react to such a colorful mate

I doubt any of them would be all that happy fucking on top of a dead dude, Ghost especially seeing he got stuck in a coffin with one before becoming a wraith, but you coming back to them, covered in dirt and so much enemy blood you look like a butcher? Oh yeah, instant boner.

CW:NSFW, reader is some kind of insect monster idk this is quick and rough

GHOST - The second he registers the blood on you, and the fact you shed blood to protect him, tickles something in his brain. It's the knowledge that despite him being able to protect himself, he has someone to look out for him. . . . it has something needy and hungry stirring inside him.

Before you know it he's pulling you to a secluded nook, claws made of solid shadow tearing your belt open so he can swallow your cock down, pearly tears smudging the dark face paint around his eyes as your cock pushes past his gag reflex, smiling around your length when you answer in a chitter of your mandibles, your claws gripping his head as you fuck his mouth.

SOAP - Oh, he's not even waiting to get somewhere private. Everything with wolves is a social affair so the second the enemy's dead and the bullets have stopped raining down on you two, he's right next to you, full body rubbing against you like a bear scratching against a tree. It makes his fur and your clothes matted with blood and werewolf hair, whining and growling for your attention as he scents you and grows progressively more aroused by the second because holy shit, you smell like death and war and such a potent mate.

It takes you serious effort to pull him somewhere more private before Price yells at you two, and before you can even open your pants Soap's already on the floor, head down and ass up, tail raised even higher and still wagging as slick leaks from his hole. He howls like a bitch when you push into him, going completely slack as soon as your sharp mandibles clamp down on his scruff — not enough to draw blood, but strong enough to hold him down as you plow into him.

GAZ - He's a lot more sneaky about his attraction, acting like a doting mate when you two sit in the plane back to base, wiping away the blood that had congealed on your wings and elytra, chirping so sweetly to every little chitter and click you make, fingers reverently tracing your bloodied mandibles to the point the other's are complaining about you two being an old married couple.

His moans are equally as sweet as he begs to feel those sharp mandibles around his throat as you fuck him into the mattress, his wings pinned down beneath him and fully trapped like he's a piece of meat for you to consume. It's the danger of what your dangerous mandibles can do added to the knowledge you'd never hurt him that has him cumming in record timing, chirps broken up by hiccups as you just continue to fuck him.

PRICE - Oh, he holds out the longest, face and tone of voice betraying nothing as he tells you to get cleaned up, while inside he's purring like a tractor. He knows he shouldn't feel like this, that it's more than wrong fraternizing with you when he's your captain, but the way you'd looked covered in blood does something to him.

His claws rake down your front as he rides you slow and deep, slitted pupils taking in every little twitch of your wings and click of the mandibles, your desperate moans stroking his draconic pride as you beg to let you cum. And Price just tuts, "Come on, wouldn't want to disappoint me now?" He says, voice like a honeyed sticky trap, and you can do nothing but nod your head and try to hold on while Price tests your sanity by riding you into the early hours of the morning.

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choppedcandy · 2 years ago

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what are y'alls favorite werewolf character designs from cartoons or animation?

#i did like when shaggy became a werewolf #he changed by hiccups in the beginning lol #scooby doo and the reluctant werewolf

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Staking a Claim Part 2

Hello! We get a resolution to the last cliffhanger and add a second less dire cliffhanger.

I will be posting this on Sundays and Tuesdays until it's completed for a total of six parts. Thursdays will be reserved for whatever story I want to update that week. It might be the soulmate AU, the werewolf AU, or even omega AU. Wednesdays are still for WIP Wednesday.

Part 1

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Steve woke up with a pressing need to throw up. He sat up in a hurry and looked around. He didn’t recognize his surroundings and didn’t know where to go to empty his guts.

Someone thrust a bucket into his hands and he gratefully puked into it. A warm hand rubbed his back and that person began muttering encouraging inanities.

Finally he was able to stop and he looked up to see who his rescuer was.

“Eddie?” he murmured. “What happened?”

“Hey, babe,” Eddie whispered back. “Don’t worry about that right now. I just need you to keep throwing up whatever’s in your stomach, okay?”

Steve blinked at him a moment before he was forced to vomit again. It came out through his nose as well as his mouth. His nose was raw and his throat wrecked. But he couldn’t stop.

Tears ran down his face as he body continued to reject whatever it was that was causing this.

“That’s right, let it all out.”

Again Steve stopped and he looked up at Eddie mournfully. “I hate this.”

Eddie pulled him into his arms and held him tightly. “You think you can make the short walk to the bathroom?”

Steve nodded and went to go set down the bucket but Eddie stopped him.

“You might want to hold on to that just in case.”

Steve looked at Eddie then back at the bucket. He nodded.

“You hold onto your new friend Mr. Bucket,” Eddie said lightly, “and I’ll hold onto you. Okay?”

Steve nodded again and let Eddie help him to the bathroom. Eddie took the bucket and set it in the bathtub. He opened the toilet seat so if Steve needed to throw up, nothing would impede that and went in search of a spare toothbrush. He didn’t think that any of the guys would want Steve touching theirs and he wasn’t about to let him touch his.

“Eureka!” he whisper shouted. “When you feel up to it, you can use this to brush your teeth.”

Steve stared at him blankly like putting anything in his mouth would be a nightmare right then.

Eddie took a deep breath and held it for a moment. “Right, that’s not important at this moment. Got it. Priorities, Munson. Get it together.”

Tears streamed down Steve’s face and he whispered, “I’m sorry. I tend to ruin everything.” And then promptly began throwing up again. He started to shake as the vomiting and the cold got to him.

Eddie walked out and Steve really began to sob.

Then there was a warm blanket placed around his shoulders. “You didn’t ruin anything, Stevie. I promise I’ll tell you all about it when your well enough to hear it, but it wasn’t your fault.”

Steve sobs became hiccups then the hiccups became sniffles and then Eddie looked down to see that he had fallen asleep.

Eddie rocked him back and forth on the cold bathroom floor, trying hard to not fall in love with this man.

When Steve woke up a second time, he was in a cramped bathroom, wrapped in a warm blanket and pressed to Eddie’s side.

Eddie must have felt him stir. “Hey, baby. How you feeling?”

Steve buried his face into Eddie’s neck. “Like I’ve been run over. I didn’t think I drank that much to get this hungover.”

Eddie carded his fingers through Steve’s hair. “Do you still feel like you need to throw up?”

Steve lifted his head as he thought about it. “No. I feel like shit, but not like my guts are going turn themselves inside out.”

“Good,” he said. “I’m glad. Why don’t you take a shower and brush your teeth and I’ll set some clothes for you to change into on the toilet seat, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie helped him to his feet and got the water in the shower started for him.

Steve stripped out of his clothes and got into the shower. He closed the curtain and just let the warm water wash over him. He thought hard about what happened last night.

The only thing he remembered was that he had been having a great time and then nothing. He heard the door open and then close quickly. He peeked around the curtain and saw the clothes on the toilet seat as promised.

Steve relaxed with a sigh. He looked around the shower and was surprised to see how neatly organized it all was. But he didn’t want to take anyone’s shampoo or anything so he just rinsed his hair instead. The body wash on the other hand was something he had to use. He opened each one to smell them, not wanting to grab something that would give him a migraine later.

He settled on the third one. It was woody, like pine. But not super strong or fake smelling. He got to work scrubbing himself down.

Once he no longer felt as though he’d been dragged out of hell by his balls he stepped out of the shower and dried off with the big fluffy towel that was on the hamper.

He dressed in the clothes Eddie had set out for him, complete with underwear. They still had the fold lines and wrinkles fresh from the pack. They were black boxers but then Steve couldn’t really see Eddie wearing anything else.

He slid them on and they were warm and comfortable. Next went the warm sweats and then finally the band shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked and felt like shit. There was nothing for it. He had to go out and face the music.

Or at least Eddie Munson, which as far as Steve was concerned was the same thing.

When he walked out into the main part of the apartment, he could tell it was still early enough that everyone else was in bed, but not so early that it was obscene to be seen awake after a night at the bar.

Steve slid into one of the bar stools at the counter and watched as Eddie made breakfast. Eggs, link sausage, bacon, and hashbrowns.

“That’s a lot,” he murmured. “I’m not sure my stomach is going to appreciate your effort.”

Eddie grinned. “It seems really counter-intuitive, but greasy foods tend fair better on hangovers and upset stomachs. You’d think it’d be the opposite, but nope.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Huh, I never would have thought it either.”

“Why don’t you call someone to let them know you’re okay, while I go rouse the boys?” Eddie suggested as he turned all the heat on the stove to low. He nodded to the phone on the wall.

“Robin!” Steve cried. He looked around for a clock for the exact time. “Shit! I was supposed to be at work twenty minutes ago!”

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Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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rachelsfav-queer · 3 months ago

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Snoods

Wednesday silently snuck past the yellow police tape, careful not to let the bright, neon color touch her skin as she entered the now twice abandoned mansion. The last time she was here… she shuddered just thinking of that horrible night. It was certainly the worst birthday ever and not in the exciting way.

Shaking off the unpleasant thoughts, Wednesday continued into the mansion, entering the same way as before.

Everything was different inside and yet exactly the same, but she wasn’t here to explore or sightsee. She was here to grab something that never should’ve been lost. The raven went straight for the stairs down to the basement and soon enough… she found it. And it… broke her cold, black heart in ways she hasn’t felt in so long.

Shredded black fabric laid across the cold and dusty floor and Wednesday dropped to her knees to pick up all the pieces, tears flowing from her eyes unbidden as she tried to hold back her sobbing. Wednesday held the tattered fabric to her chest as she cried for who knows how long, just kneeling in this abandoned house that has taken so much from her, now taken one more thing from her.

Suddenly… “Wednesday?” A voice rang out throughout the house, traveling down the stairs like the echo of lost memories.

“Wednesday! Wednesday, why are you out here again? I swear, if this is another stupid- Wednesday?! Oh my gosh, Wednesday! Are you okay? Why are you crying? What happened? Are you- hurt… oh… Oh, Wednesday,” Enid’s voice softened impossibly as she noticed her girlfriend clutching the torn snood she had made for her all those years ago.

Enid quickly wrapped the seer up in her arms, holding her carefully, but oh so tightly, just how she knows the girl loves and as she does, the dam breaks and Wednesday lets out an absolutely heart-shattering sob as she curls up into Enid’s embrace.

Endless apologies would be spewing from Wednesday’s mouth if she weren’t crying so hard that any words were just completely incoherent. Enid shushed her gently and comfortingly rubbed her back and her head.

The werewolf waited out the worst of the storm, letting her girlfriend have a very overdue and much needed cry session that would hopefully wash out most of the emotional gunk that had definitely built up inside the poor raven since the day her pet scorpion died and she had sworn off tears and emotions altogether. It was necessary, Enid knew, despite how painful it was for her to hear the smaller girl sounding so entirely broken down and defeated.

Once Wednesday’s tears had slowed and all that was left was small little sniffles and hiccups, Enid pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes and spoke, “Feeling a little better? Yeah, I’m sure you are, that was probably a literal decade in the making. Don’t worry, baby, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

Wednesday hiccuped as she looked down at the torn snood in her arms, “It’s ruined…”

Enid simply smiled softly, “It’s okay. I’m very sure I can fix it, it’ll be good as new. But… I don’t think this was all just about the snood, was it?”

The raven shook her head as she looked away sadly. Formulating how to word it all, she was interrupted before she could even speak. “Hey, Wednesday? You don’t have to talk about it, if you’re not ready for it. Take your time, okay? Besides, we should probably get out of this creepy ass house before we get caught down here or something. Principal Weems will have a total fit if she finds out we were out here again.”

Enid’s bright optimism and enthusiasm always managed to sweep away all the pain and darkness inside Wednesday in a way that she just couldn’t fathom was real. Nonetheless, she nodded in agreement and the two girls stood up and walked out of the mansion together, this time holding hands while Wednesday held her snood tightly in her other arm.

It wasn’t okay yet, but it would be, in due time. Enid was right, it just takes time. And it’s okay to not be okay all the time. As long as they had each other.

(Day 29, Prompt 29 of Wenclair-Tober. Sorry this is so late lol. I took melatonin last night and it always makes me sleep in super late lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one! Yes, it takes place in S2 time, whenever that exactly is. Weems is alive because I said so! Just remember, everyone, it’s okay to not be okay. Take care of yourselves and be patient with yourselves. Much love, Rachel ❤️)

#wenclairtober #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #wenclair prompts #writing prompts #october writing challenge #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #my writing

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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Okayyy so i just had a idea and since you are amazinggggg with tvdu fan fiction, thought I might a request😅

Basically, yn is a wolf but for some reason or another, her puppy sized wolf is out of control and so whenever she gets emotional, she slowly starts transforming, like first she will get the ears and like the shift is slow but not painful anymore since it has been happening a lot and she just gets a headache.

Elena's gang except for Tyler and bonnie dislike her and Caroline doesn't have much of an opinion. She is usually a happy person since she is homeschooled so doesn't have to deal with any bullies or anything.

Klaus finds her with teary eyes and her wolf puppy ears out as she tries to stop herself from full on crying.

Klaus takes her in and cares for her and helps her control her wolf side so that her emotions don't control them. At this point, she loves her wolf form so much that Klaus has to scold her and treat her kinda like am actual naughty puppy and he even has a hard time keeping her in human form because she has learned that she can run off in her wolf form and not have to study

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Tamed and trained

Y/n’s parents had always been worried about her. She wasn’t exactly normal, being a werewolf anyways was hard enough let alone a completely out of control one. They assumed there must have been some sort of mutation in the gene system or something similar which caused her to turn at any time, like how only few vampires were rippers and few witches were siphoners.

They had been to the Bennett’s who told them that this had only happened a very rare few times since the first werewolf was created and that she would learn control as she grew.

Of course their first fear was she would be picked on, misunderstood and seen as a monster, so they kept her inside. And then they worried that her werewolf anger would be 10x worse as instead of having emotions heightened on a full moon, hers are 24/7. But it turned out she showed nearly every emotion but anger. But the tears were the worst. As soon as they started falling they knew they needed to hide her asap. The ears would sprout from her head, then the tail and claws, the nose and paws, until she were howling her sorrows for the world to hear.

And gosh did she cry when she was little, always in a puddle of pity and fear of her own shadow.

He parents had pretty much given up with trying to control her. Just locking her in the house and telling her to be quiet while they went out and tried to live like normal people, pretend they didn’t have a daughter that the council would kill to obtain.

When Bonnie grew up they tried to convince her to spell Y/n but Bonnie refused when she saw the fluffy ears a big sad eyes looking back at her.

They tried to have Tyler help her when he broke his curse but he wasn’t sure what to do either other than bond over the experience of being in wolf form.

So she continued to hide inside, only getting out when her parents had gone away, most likely to get drunk and forget their worries.

She knew she was an inconvenience for them but the harder she tried to control herself, the worse it made her feel and then she ended up turning again. She didn’t know how to fix the cycle she was trapped within.

But on that day, her parents had gotten a little too angry at her. Called her a freak and a mistake causing her to run as far as she could on her human legs, praying to god that she wouldn’t turn halfway through a step.

She huddled up to the big willow tree besides the Mystic Park and kept their until dark. Her sniffles were the only sound heard as she wiped her eyes and cheeks.

Her knees dragged to her chest and she rest her chin on top of them as she kept her cries to a minimum, hiccuping as she tried to fully stop.

It was the sound that drew Klaus Mikaelson toward the park that night. His eyes squinted as he spotted a girl in the distance, two large and fluffed ears on her head which twitched very few seconds. His curiosity was peaked and so he approached the source of such sad sounds and crouched before her. His hand slowly touched her knee making her jolt and look up at him alarmed. Immediately smacking the top of her head to make her ears go away making him frown and grab onto her hands

“It’s alright love” he mumbled as she shook her head and tried to squirm out of his hold. He sighed and resorted to picking her up which made her cry again and him to panic. “No no no” he whispered, covering her mouth with his hand and his eyes widening when a tail curled up between her legs and little claws scratched at his arms. “Oh bloody hell” he muttered before speeding her to his home and getting her on the floor just as she turned entirely.

His brows shot up seeing her so small, running around like a lunatic and barking continuously. He blinked in surprise and slowly shut the front door, locking it and walking around the smashed vase and torn painting as she chewed at his brand new sofa cushions with her tail wagging so wildly that her whole body shook.

He made a gradual approach but the second she was in reach, she had darted up the stairs making him sigh and chase her through the house for the next 20 minutes. Having a little too much fun for an almighty hybrid as he tackled a small wolf to his kitchen floor and kept her firmly to his chest until eventually she turned back.

Asleep and completely naked against him. He cautiously lifted her up and brought her to his bed, not wanting her to run off while he slept.

He slipped his boxers up her legs and henley over her head, not without peeking at her lovely little body of course, and quickly stripping to his boxers before tugging the covers over the both and watching her from the other side of the bed. He kept an eye on her for as long as he stayed awake, until the steady beating of her heart sent him to sleep.

When he woke he was entirely on top of her, her big eyes looking up at him as he lifted his head to find her squished beneath him and shoving helplessly at his chest.

He kept quiet and in response so did she, swallowing thickly as she watched him observe her. She didn’t comment as his eyes lingered on her nipples that stood out against the soft material on his top, nor the way his tongue wetted his lips when he studied her legs.

“Do you do that a lot?” He asked just above a whisper when his eyes came back to hers and she nodded with a blush of embarrassment coating her cheeks.

“I don’t mean to” she uttered and he tilted his head ever so slightly

“I wouldn’t have thought you did” he murmured and she kept silent. He thought to himself for a moment before making an unklauslike decision “I think I’ll keep you love” he told her and she opened her mouth to speak but he was already talking again “no arguing, I’ll teach you to control yourself and we’ll see what happens from there okay?”

“But my mother and- and school! I learn at home, I can’t-“

“Do you know who I am love?” He cut her off and she turned her head

“Klaus?” She questioned, having heard of him before when her parents were researching, the mention of him from Tyler and the smell of both vampire and werewolf which twisted together when she lay under him.

“That’s right little wolf, Klaus, now I’ve been alive a very long time, I can teach you much better than any mother could. And besides, your mother would’ve found you before I had if she were worried” he waved it off and she frowned

“She will be…” she whispered and he watched in amazement again as the ears formed at her head. His hand automatically reached out to feel the soft fur against his skin making her lean into him. He could feel the smirk pulling at his face as he calmed her back down

“Oh you’re right love,” he began, seeing her brighten up a little bit in curiosity, “she will puppy, so how about I’ll handle it okay? She’ll let you come here, you want me to help you don’t you?” He manipulated and she immediately fell into it, nodding and laying still under him. Klaus couldn’t help but admire how she looked beneath him, her big round eyes and wolf ears still on display. If emotion was what brought this out in her, he could only imagine how she would howl if he treated her the way he desired.

But he would wait, he needed to get her under control at least a little so that she didn’t destroy his house and hurt herself in the meantime. He didn’t believe she would be able to hurt someone else, especially not purposely but he saw how she basically ran into walls without a care and worried for her own sake.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the whine she produced, confused on his face before he realised his knee was inbetween both her legs and she had almost definitely never been touched like that. One because of her little wolf issue, and two because she clearly had a lack of time outside her home just based off how afraid she was outside and then looking in wonder at simple objects in his home. Not that it was an issue for him, the more unaware she was in general, the better. She would be easier to tame if he could train a fresh mind.

And she was just that, a breathe of fresh air.

Simple and appreciative. No matter how small a thing he did for her, she was smiling brightly with her tail wagging and ears up. Whether it be a new bookmark or a diamond bracelet.

He remembers when he told her she could decorate her own room, he had never seen someone get so excited so fast. The room looked completely out of place, the rest of the mansion was relatively dark and gloomy but her space was bright but soft, calming in a way instead of tense.

He loved how she was like that, calming. Whenever he was having an awful day, there she was in his lap, ears up and a book in her hands that he had ‘assigned’ her to read for her ‘schoolwork’. She seemed to have at least her ears out all the time, especially when he touched her, just a hand on her leg would have her tail wagging and he couldn’t find it in himself to make her stop.

But he found that if he did tell her to put them away, it was the only way she would do so.

He had found her in tears over two star crossed lovers in a book she had gotten from her personal library, a gift from him of course, and watched as she struggled to calm herself down. But the second he used a commanding tone on her to put the canine features away, they were gone and she was whimpering quite literally like a puppy being told off.

He found that he had more control over her wolf than she did. And he loved it, she was his good girl, his little puppy to play with and look after.

She kept his bed warm when he was gone and made his heart swell when he was there.

He loved seeing her so freely running around in her wolf form, finally able to control where she was going and what she was thinking as she chased the birds and and spun around to get his attention. Only issue was when she gained more control, he seemed to lose some. And she was quick to tease him, running circles around him and nipping at his ankles when he was busy, having him chase after her because she had taken his phone or worse: the white oak stake. Of course she didn’t understand the importance but to her it was a game and she wanted him to play too.

He understood her mindset of course and she was completely entertaining for him but it was a pain to have to hunt her down every time he needed her to practice her school work.

He would always remember the first time he turned to chase her down. The surprise in her eyes when she skidded to a halt and looked up at him. He must’ve been nearly 10 times bigger than her and although she should probably have been terrified, she yipped happily and darted for the tree line. He shook his head before following after the flash of grey and brown that weaves through the woods, ultimately pinning her down and bringing her home before claiming his prize for winning the game.

The prizes varied greatly, sometimes he got a kiss on the cheek from her, sometimes he would get to sink his teeth into her sweet skin, sometimes he would just lay with her, y/n on the other hand got very different prizes, on the rare occasion that she won he found himself wearing a face mask and cucumber on his eyes as she giggled and held his hand.

Whatever she did, whether she were human or a little wolf, he kept her happy and hidden from the rest of the world but this time she didn’t feel like a disappointment, she felt adored.

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aceaphs · 1 year ago

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s1 is so just crazy just unhinged it’s funny if you wanna watch! s2-s3 are fun in a less unhinged way i think, i like them :)

the voices in my head are telling me to watch mystreet

#and then you know s4-s6 got the omg werewolf relic magic stuff goin on!#tbh s5 is also just genuinely enjoyable i think #if you can get past the hiccups #mystreet is fun. i’m sayin like. travis gets blown across the ocean it’s a good time

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anxiousthoughts365 · 4 months ago

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Trust

'It's Pete.'

Remus froze, his hand just closed around the doorknob on the front door of their flat. He made himself turn back and look at Sirius. Truly look at him, for what felt like the first time in months. He could hear the hesitation in his own weary voice as he asked, 'What's Pete?'

'He's the secret keeper,' Sirius blurted. Remus felt his own eyes widen, and Sirius had the grace to look sheepish as he shuffled from one foot to the other. 'We swapped because we realised that I was the obvious choice.'

Remus blinked, his mind moving unusually slowly as he tried to process what Sirius was telling him. He was glad that they'd all managed to come to that conclusion - he'd had a similar thought himself when they'd first decided it. But he couldn't ignore the slight sting of disappointment that Peter had been chosen over him. It accounted for the sharp edge to his words when he bit out, 'Why are you telling me this?'

'Because I'm sick of living like this!' Sirius exploded, causing Remus' eyebrows to shoot up his forehead as the man flung his arms out in exasperation. 'I'm sick of tiptoe-ing around our home like I'm on eggshells. I'm sick of second-guessing and doubting. I'm sick if missing you, Moony.' With that last, Sirius sank in on himself, and his voice was cracked and raw as he looked at Remus pleadingly and asked, 'Aren't you sick of it all?'

And Gods, he was. He was sick of being away from home for days on end, and coming back to find Sirius quiet and wary. He was sick of going to bed alone every night and waking up to an empty flat. He was sick of the ache he felt in his chest every time he saw Sirius actively squash down the impulse to reach out for him, to wrap his slender arms around Remus and just hold on.

'I miss you too, Pads,' he choked out finally. 'I'm so tired of feeling like you don't trust me.'

Sirius' face fell, and he stepped forward, tentatively taking Remus' hand and ducking his head so that he could make Remus look at him.

'I told you,' he said quietly, his eyes dancing between Remus', searching. 'Years ago, I told you that the reason I knew I loved you was because I trusted you more than I'd ever trusted anyone. Even James. This war made me forget that. And I'm so sorry, Moony.' Sirius swallowed harshly, his silver eyes sparkling, but he squared his shoulders as he added, 'I still love you, just as madly as I did then. So that must mean that I still trust you more than anyone.'

Remus hiccuped around a sob as he finally let go of the door handle, and he turned into Sirius' waiting embrace, burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck and letting himself cry. Sirius' arms wrapped around him and held him tight, and he cried harder at the reminder of just what he'd been missing for so many weeks.

But just as he was trying to pull himself together, with the thought that he could easily sack off tonight's mission in favour of taking Sirius directly to bed to right a few more wrongs, another thought struck him, and he straightened to stare down at Sirius.

'What is it?' The shorter man asked, concern pulling at his brow at whatever he saw in Remus' expression.

'I haven't heard from Pete for a few days.' Remus thought back to the last conversation he'd had with their friend, and his heart plummeted into his stomach. 'And the last time I spoke to him, he was telling me that you had been acting weird and secretive lately, and that I should keep an eye on you.'

The sour, angry look on Sirius' face spoke volumes, even before he growled, 'Funnily enough, he and I had a similar conversation about you a few days ago. That little rat has been playing us off each other! Just wait til I get my hands on -'

'You can do whatever you want to him when we find him,' Remus muttered, fear suddenly flooding him as he reached for Sirius' hand. 'Right now, we have to get to Lily and James.'

Sirius' face turned ashen, but he nodded, and tightened his grip on Remus' hand as the werewolf let out a steadying breath before stepping forwards, Appparating them directly to Godric's Hollow.

#and that's how remus and sirius got their sh*t together and saved the day #marauders era #the marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #james potter #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s

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baji-sideblog · 17 days ago

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Shower fucks up

Cw lewd, shower sex or really an attempt

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Luka had been interested in shower sex from the first time he heard of it. It sounded so romantic and cheesy exactly perfectly right up his alley! He was a bit nervous to ask you about it at first, but when you agreed the werewolf was super happy.

Getting into the shower Luka made sure to clean himself up fast and help wash your hair since he didn’t want to waste the water too much. He was shuddering with anticipation he just wanted to get it done now. Once y’all were clean enough to his liking Luka fell to his knees and started to prep you to make sure you could take him. He whimpered feeling you tug onto his hair.

“Mate mate, please tug harder I love it when you do that.”

Once you gave his hair a good hard tug the werewolf moaned loudly into you. He started to lap you up more to thank you for treating him so good. Your hips buck against his face before your feet slip out from under you. Out of panic you grab onto Luka’s ears hard for support as you fell backwards. Closing your eyes out of instinct you suddenly felt a strong pair of claws holding onto you with an iron grip.

Opening your eyes you see Luka in his werewolf form both of his heads had a look of pure panic on their face. Quickly he picks you up into his arms turning off the shower and shaking the water off of his fur he quickly rushes you into your bedroom. Setting you onto the bed the werewolf was breathing heavily before putting his heads on your lap whimpering. He grabs onto your hips to ground himself, to feel you were safe.

“I’m so sorry, you almost got hurt because of me I’m so sorry. I failed you as a mate.”

Hugging him you try to calm the big man down as he hiccups and sniffles clinging onto you for the rest of the day.

Mandus looked at you curiously as you asked him to try out shower sex. Honestly he wasn’t too sure about the idea, but as soon as you started to beg the man gave in. Leading you into his small shower he pulled you close to his body as the warm water falls onto you two. Mandus kissed your shoulders licking the water drops off of you. He chuckled feeling you shudder under him.

Rubbing your hips and up to your chest gently teasing your nipples. His tail wags seeing you moan and squirm cause of him.

“Look at you all cute like this. Turn around so we can really test out how steamy it can get.”

Following his orders and leaning against the wall. Mandus smiles moving closer his crotch rubs against your ass before he slowly entered you. His hands were against the wall as he starts to thrust into you fast groaning quietly. He starts to get faster when he slips on some lose soap on the ground.

Slipping right out of you Mandus falls backwards catching himself on the tub before he could fall onto the ground. His face heated up with embarrassment and now the mood was ruined. He didn’t know how to come back from that.

“…We’ll never speak about this ever. This didn’t happen.”

He grabs a towel and wraps it around himself before rushing to the bedroom. He sighs setting on the bed his head in his hand. After a couple of minutes he hears you walk in. Feeling your arms warp around him Mandus looks up at you and sighs cuddling into you.

“Thank you, sunflower.”

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Unconventional couples and their necessary assistance spells: Inked Sigils.

Werewolf!Daryl Dixon x Witch!Reader SMUT 🔞

Fate brought you together, spells finally brought you family.

"G'ahh fuck it hurts.." Your pained voice dragged throughout the cabin.

"Quit yer squirmin', ya got this." Daryl's stern voice made a point, you had to pull through and that last move almost hurt you more than both of you would have liked. His rough hands held your body in place as he spoke encouraging words. "Yer so strong."

You sniffled and hiccupped through the hurt. "Daryl, I can't.." Your eyes went from his worried ones to the blood covered sheets you laid on, your body bare in front of your lover.

"Yer gonna pull through, know it hurts ya but yer gonna be happy later." His hand moved back to your lower belly, rubbing soothing circles against the skin before whispering a soft 'sorry'and returning to his previous actions.

He took the large needle from the bowl next to him. The liquid it was drenched in a combination of yours and his blood mixed with different kinds of herbs and ingredients that held magical properties when combined.

His large hand held your skin taut as he started carefully copying the design from the spellbook that laid beside him.

You two had found each other by accident, both spotting that same cabin and hoping to call it home. Both having nowhere else to go and noone to go to, you decided to share and see how it'd go. You could both feel the others' ties to the moon and felt that the mutual connection helped you in becoming friendly. Starting with him keeping you safe from the dead as you performed a full moon cleansing ritual, and you cooking up some remedies to sundue the pains of changing shape under that same moon and rubbed ground up healing herbs onto his wounds whenever healing them on his own took too much energy.

It wasn't long before you were sharing a bed together during the nights, and a nest under the full moon, cuddled up in furs and pelts.

You sat down to discuss something which neither of you had disclosed details of. But as it turned out you had the same plan. You wanted a child with the other.

But that proved to be more of a challenge than you had expected it to be as many moons had passed and you still weren't carrying his offspring. No matter what lycantrophic full moon rituals you performed or fertility spells you put both you and Daryl under, nothing seemed to work.

It broke your spirit to disappoint your lover like this, to be unable to give him what he desired. But it broke his heart even more to find the bed empty when he awoke at night, seeing you huddled up at the fireplace, surrounded by piles upon piles of books and scrolls that maybe held the answer to your troubles.

Even when he had held you close night after night whispering it wasn't bothering him and he still loved you just as much you wouldn't give up.

And then you stumbled on the ritual you were currently performing. From a book you had shoved aside time and time again because it had this strange vibe around it.

You sat down with Daryl to look the ritual over and both agreed to try and to not quit halfway through.

With each prick of the drenched needle you felt the spell binding to your organs. The book spoke of pain but you never expected it to be this bad..

Breathing heavy and biting down on an old rag you tried to focus on the future and distract yourself from the hurt for as long as Daryl needed to finish the sigil on your lower stomach.

He watched you struggle to stay outstretched, your body practically begging to curl up and hide. The words he kept repeating to you like a calming mantra seemed to help just enough to sit through the remaining time without needing another break.

The sigil was done, the unfamiliar surge you felt made that clear enough and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing this torture was over.

He took the utmost care with cleaning up any mess and making sure you were comfortable the whole time but not liking the dark veins spreading from the fresh sigil and seemed to disappear deep into your body.

By the second your skin was cleared of any residue you snatched the book to refresh your memory of the next step. Inspecting the pages you hummed at the simplicity of the next step. "Says we fuck now," you state simply. "When the initial discomfort of placing the sigil is over, you body is prepared to carry offspring of whichever lifeform you lay with." Quoting the page's words to your partnerwho was setting the bowl and needle aside.

"Ya sure that discomfort's gone? I know yer excited but--" His question was interrupted by you frantically grabbing for the basket of bloody rags and hurling, emptying your stomach into it.

Tears falling as you curled into yourself and shrieked in pain.

Daryl was on you in seconds trying to find the source of your discomfort as you cried in his arms. His free hand ran over the book to read over the spell once again, but it said nothing about this much pain after the sigil placement. All it did was give a general pain warning at the start.

"M'okay. P.. promise." Steadying your breaths took a moment but you fought through the pain. He laid you down to get some water when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Daryl sensed a shift in the air. Your scent was changing. A fast, drastic change that almost forced him to shift right where he stood. All he could do was breathe in the scent of a female wolf begging to be bred and he could feel his human shape starting to give way as his nails formed into claws and a growl slipped past large fangs.

He dropped to his knees as the change washed over him and resisting you became even harder.

You noticed him shift and gathered the strength to look over, only to find staring at you like a piece of meat, pawing at his hard cock.

You wrote his behavior off as a side effect of the spell, and with no time to prepare, gave him the okay as most of the pains had faded to just a dull ache.

"S'okay.." You gave him the most genuine smile you could manage and braced yourself for the claws you expected to tear into you like the last time he was this feral.

But the claws never came.

They placed beside you as he hovered over you and took his time working himself into you with slow thrusts untill he had his ready swollen knot pressed against your spread lips.

He lapped at your tears until he felt the soft press of your hips against his, and set off at a less calm pace.

With each of his thrusts you felt the stab of the sigil deep inside of you and begged it was a good sign. Daryl's large paw reached to rest on your stomach and you feared for pain that never came. Yoir skin had healed over so you went back to focusing on the delicious drag of Daryl's large member against your walls and the pad of his finger that had found yoir clit. He could feel your discomfort and tried to finish as quickly as possible, rubbing at your sensitive nub to get you off and squeeze around his cock to help him over the edge too. It took him only a few more thrusts before he started lapping at your back and thrusted hard into you, locking his knot inside and filling you with his seed.

His cum burned hot against your walls, feeling him empty himself inside of your womb and leaving you with a slight swell after he had calmed and laid down with you.

Daryl still wasn't sure how he felt about you going through all this pain, but all he could do was hold you close and make sure you were comfortable. Your back was pressed against his and his large frame curled adound you. One paw rested underneafh his head while the other one reached out to take your hand in his and rest them together over your stomach, silently praying to the moon he shared so many nights with, to let this pain be worth it in the end.

Only when he was entirely certain you were fully asleep he reached for the book again. There were no further steps or notes for the spell. They were done so all there was to it now was wait for signs of it taking.

Somewhere during the night he shifted back into his human form and covered you both in a large blanket and sleep some more. He had made sure to stock up on food so there was no need to leave your side, so he wouldn't unless you'd ask him.

The next day Daryl was in what you had started to refer to as 'guard dog mode'. Wether in his human form or not he'd hover around you, sniffing around for any changes and looking for any discomforts to the point of you smacking him on the forehead with the soup spoon. "Daryl." Your whole demeanor still groggy from yesterday. "Eat your deer at least three feet away from me please." You were seated next to the fireplace to stay nice and warm while you recovered, and Daryl was next to you as he was roasting deer over the fire that heated your soup earlier.

With a grumble he moved aside, looking likr a defeated child at the other end of the decorative rug gou salvaged soon after you officially started living together.

"Oh come on. Don't sulk like that, baby." If he'd be in his shifted form right now he'd be giving you huge puppy eyes and soft whines. "Jus' wanna touch ya." He spoke quietly, reminding you of fhe one thinv he'd tell you every single time he bred you. "First fourty-eight hours are important fer our kind."

He was right. You were closing in on the twenty-four hour mark and he still hadn't sensed a change in your scent. Maybe this spell didn't work either. Maybe witches and werewolves just weren't meant to mix.

He noticed the change in your posture and glanced over, quickly understanding what was going on. Again.

Every try, without fail you'd become discouraged after the first day of Daryl not telling your scent changed.

"Ya still got time." He reached out his hand, hoping you'd accept it. He'd also hoped his prayers were heard last night and everything was just setting in slow.

You saw Daryl's outstretched hand and placed yours on top of it, giving him a soft smile before skillfully lifting your bowl of soup and slurping up the last bit.

"I believe you, Dee." You squeezed his hand in yours. "It's just my head being loud, I shouldn't listen to it." Shaking your head at yourself you set down your bowl and rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling and then back at Daryl who was still gnawing the last bits of meat off a piece of bone.

"Wha'cha want?" He looked at you on the floor with a brow raised in question.

"Maybe we should just pluck a feral dog off the street and keep it." You looked at him in the corner of your eye, waiting for a reaction but he gave none besides a huff of disbelief.

"What?" You laugh as you roll onto your side. "A cute German Sheperd. Or maybe some kind of terrier if those are even still around?" You kept your eyes on his and shrugged. "Would be cute."

He rolled his eyes at you and let out a breathy laugh as he accused you of messing with your soup and that being the reason for your stupid ideas.

"Or maybe I'm trying to stay in a maternal mindset. Who knows what emotions do to bodily spells."

Neither of you had any idea about it. You tried this one out of pure desperation because honestly you were tired of failing.

"Ya think goin' for 'nother round's gonna up the chance?"

You gave it a thought and shrugged, sitting up and moving over to him. "At least it'll kill some time and help us fall asleep."

Daryl tossed the bone near your bowl and laid down on his back, watching as you straddled his hips and rubbed yourself on his clothed cock. A pleased hum escaped his lips as his grabbed at the hem of his pants and shoved them down when you lifted your hips to adjust your position.

"Eager are we?" He mused with his hands now on your hips, underneath the soft fabric of your robe that you wore with nothing underneath. He guided your hips at a slow pace as you felt him getting harder with every stroke until you felt he was slicked up enough to press into you. With one smooth motion he was all the way inside of you.

You needed a second to adjust but quickly set a steady pace riding him with your hands on his chest for balance.

You kept note of his sounds as you selfishly chased your own high, not needing long before toppling over the edge and squeezing your walls around his length and making him groan. His hands moved up to hold you steady as he set a brutal pace to finish himself off as well.

He had stilled for a moment before you noticed he was still just as hard as before and experimentally wiggled your hips again, leaning down to kiss him as you lifted yourself off him only to sink down again.

He let out a deep moan as you sank down on his still sensitive cock and grabbed a hold of you to keep your head next to his. "Yer really into it tonight, huh." You felt a grin form against the shell of your ear as he spoke, his hands again sneaking his way to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising hold. "Looks like you are too, baby." If you had to go off the grip on your hips he wasn't gonna go easy on you. He had lifted you ever so slightly to get the right angle and rut into you from below at a harsh pace, having you moaning into the crook of his neck. He hit that spot inside of you with every skilled thrust and had you coming around his cock once, twice before he spilled deep inside you for a second time.

You both needed a moment to breathe before either could even speak.

"Wanna go slow before bed?" Daryl's gruff voice wondered with a soft roll of his hips to accentuate the question.

"Hmhm.. yeah." You lifted your upper body off his to lazily roll your hips against his, enjoying the feeling of him inside you.

Daryl met your hips with his each time, admiring your figure above him.

You followed the movements of his hands as they undid the bindings on your robe and letting it fall open at your sides so he could admire your beautiful body.

His gaze fell onto the sigil still visible on your body and wondering if it'd fade after the pup was born.

He imagined you eight weeks from now, nice and round, the sigil following the curve of your belly as you laid resting in the nest he had built for you.

His lazy thrusts kept up a nice rythm along with yours, soft breaths leaving you both as you enjoyed the closeness. There was no need to finish anytime soon, and you could just as wel keep up the soft rythm until you both got muscle cramps and then go to sleep.

Which is exactly what you did. Your legs were the first to give out with a tired huff and a fit of giggles while Daryl's hips kept going for a bit after, letting you sit on his as he rolled his hips a few more times before stilling.

"Sleep?"

"Sleep."

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After cleaning yourselves up Daryl took you in his arms and led you to bed, peppering you with kisses as he tucked you in so he could go put the fire down to just a smolder before disappearing underneath the blankets as well. As he laid next to your sleeping frame he couldn't help but sniff at you, just to see.

He sniffed once, twice and he could swear you smelled different than before.

As careful as he could be he lifted the blankets to get more access and he was sure now. Inside of his mind he howled in celebration.

He had only one problem. You were in deep sleep already, and waking you has proven time and time again to be something very dangerous.

He'd tell you in the morning.

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You rose with the sun, as any other day. But today Daryl woke with you.

"What's got you awake so early, baby? Bad sleep?" You were already brewing yourself tea when he came up behind you, hugging you close with his hands protectively over your lower stomach.

"Words, Daryl." Your free hand reaches up to scratch his scalp, earning you a soft hum before he spoke.

"Congrats, momma."

With one hand he took the cup from your hands and with the other he turned you around, revealing the smile he had been unable to hide.

You didn't even have time to question him before his lips were on yours, giving you the most love filled kisses you'd ever gotten.

Whwn he stopped to take a breath you could have sworn there were tears in his eyes and everything suddenly clicked in your hazy morning brain.

"Holy shit." Wide eyes stared up at Daryl's bright blue ones. "For real? It worked?" Your voice got more excited with every word and Daryl happily nodded his head. "Yeah it did." He laughs as he pulls you into a giant bear hug, lifting you off the ground before placing you down again. With your body released from his grasp your hands flew to the large shirt you wore, lifting up the hem all.the way to tuck it under your chin as you looked down like you were expecting to see change already.

Of course you knew you wouldn't see anything on the outside for another few weeks, but still you stared. Daryl had sniffed it out when he woke up so it had to have worked. There was a tiny little being growing inside of you.

The two of you celebrated in your own way. Spending all day curled up in each other's embrace and preparing a feast for dinner before spending the evening in front of the fireplace, talking about all kinds of nothing until sleep took you both.

You felt rested the next day. Happy and confident you wouldn't turn into a puddle of doom and gloom, as Daryl called it before he left to hunt.

With him out of the cabin for at least a few hours you decided to clean up, get your dried herbs in the correct jars and plan which ones to plant next.

You hung some pelts out on the porch to air and fluffed up the bed.

The fireplace got cleaned out too and got new firewood in it and Daryl's nest was properly arranged again as well.

You stood and stared at it, letting your mind wander to his large beast form holding you close as your little furry half wolf pup slept in your arms. That was the life, gou were so ready for this and couldn't help but want to throw the whole place around and pup-proof your home.

But Daryl would probably curse you out if he found you doing any lifting at all. So you stuck to rearranging your little kitchenette.

You were cleaning off the suncatcher Daryl had gifted you when you spotted his figure appear from the woods.

A wave let you know he had spotted you as well as he made his way back to the house.

He had caught some smaller animals, bringing his catch inside to proudly show off and going back out to prep them.

"Hey, Dee?" He looked up from where he sat on the porch, chewing on what you guessed was raw meat.

"Can you cut up that squirrel for me? I wanna add some meat to the soup."

"Tha' one?" He pointed the knife at the one he was currently gutting, and continued his job when you confirmed.

"Thankyou, love." You stepped up to him and kissed his head and took his pack off fhe floor and took it inside.

He had been so kind to look out for any edible greens that grew near the farmland not too far off, so now you had greens to add to your currently still very bland soup.

Daryl made sure his work was done before losing daylight, bringing you your requested meat and prepping the rest for later.

After dinner you took the aired out pelts back inside and added them back to the bed and nest and spending another evening huddled up together.

Time passed slow now that you were waiting for your belly to show, but today was herbal remedies day for Daryl. The full moon was coming up and it never stopped affecting him negatively.

After the first two moons being miserable for him you decided to brew him something special. It was a tryout the first time, giving him a slightly different blend of herbal tea each night of the moon and letting him decide which one worked best.

On the third full moon cycle your remedy was close to perfect and even though he hated the taste he didn't want to go without your remedy ever again.

You had a pot of water over the open fire to boil before you put the sachel of herbs in it and let it simmer for a bit while you ate dinner.

"After all them years ya still haven't tried ta make it somewhat tasty." The grimace on Daryl's face was never one you wanted to miss. You'd apologise every time but all the tastiest herbs would screw with the effectiveness of the brew. "Medicine is never tasty, love." You gave him am apologetic smile and took the cup from him as he got ready to head out to the woods for the night.

You'd always sleep with the curtains open on these nights. You knew he'd sometimes returned to the porch and wanted to see you.

Three days went like this each month. When the moon was gone again Daryl came back, rested a lot and after dinner he'd drink his herbal medicine and set off again a little later.

After the full moon nights passed you'd let your lover sleep for a full day while you cooked up a nice meaty stew for when he woke up. He was always so hungry.

But so were you now, so that stew was a welcome meal that you now decided to make more often. You thought of suggesting keeping a forever stew going during your pregnancy since you ate so much more now.

A soft groan came from behind you as Daryl woke up from his day and a half long slumber, sniffing the air and humming happily. "Ya always spoil me, lil' witch."

Sharing a nice meal as first thing after waking up was important to Daryl, and now even more as he took only one bowl of stew and had you laid against his chest. Two spoons in the bowl of stew as Daryl sat down in the nest with his back against the wall and pulling your back flush against him.

Was it the most convenient way to eat? Not really, but it worked out and any time spent cuddled up with your partner was time spent well.

As time passed you shared the little celebrations of your favorite pair of trousers not closing anymore, your old sports bra no longer fitting nkcely and eventually your belly showing through the loose, flowy dresses.

It was getting more difficult for Daryl to keep his hands off you, almost begging for you to walk around in sweats and a cropped shirt of his so he had easy access to rub your belly and feel the pup kick.

The last full moon before your due date was only a few days before it and Daryl had stated multiple times he'd prefer to stay home, hide from the moon and stay human. He tried once before when suffering from a bad case of food poisoning and being too weak to shift properly and it took a toll on his mental health. All the way to the point of you feeding him a mixture of herbs that forced him to shift and sent him away to get his head sorted. You couldn't do that ever again.

He had reluctantly taken your remedy and left, but staying close to the cabin.

His howls were clear enough to know he had barely gone past the tree line and sure enough you spotted a moving figure on your porch not long after.

Daryl barely left the porch those three nights. He'd go out, change, eat and come back to sleep on the porch in case you'd need him. Even his day long sleep was cut short.

"Cuz I slept a lot the last nights" was his argument, but you knew he wanted to be awake in case your labor came early. "Werepups are unpredictable." He'd say.

You were convinced Daryl was more worried than you were when your due day came and went with nothing more than a few strong kicks. He had barely left your side that day, on you any time you felt a kick. You tried to sleep as much as possible, making sure to keep up your food intake and drinking enough during the day and spent all your time huddled next to the fire, at the edge of the nest that had been thoroughly prepared for the pups.

Another day and a half had passed, the sun now high above the cabin as the pains had gone from kicks to full contractions.

Daryl had you laid out on an old blanket within seconds and was fumbling through your jars of herbs with no knowledge of even what to look for. "Which one's the painkiller again?" He held up different jars hoping to make sense of the labels but all of them just held names, not uses. He was clueless and it sucked.

"Babe, it's in the rack next to the fireplace." You couldn't help but laugh at his panic in between pains. "Don't need it yet. Just put the water back on the flame so it heats up."

You would have done it yourself but you knew Daryl was gonna snap at you doing anything besides laying down and breathe.

It was night by the time you were taking your painkillers, the only source of light being the fireplace and some candles as you worked hard to push your pup out.

Daryl was so supportive, following any and all snappy order you threw his way and had his hands in any and all needed places like second nature. The soothing salve you had made tingled at his fingertips as he rubbed it over your belly with the most gentle movements.

With his help and your brewed works your pup was born without complications. But you weren't given much of a breather as the second pup followed quickly after. By the time both were born the sun just peeked above the horizon.

You tiredly stared at Daryl while he cleaned the pup's fur before placing her next to her brother on your chest.

Your eyes kept going from your pups that were quietly nursing, to your loving partner who was cleaning up and lovingly staring at you in between actions. You had been gently moved off the now soaked blanket and onto clean furs so the old ones could be taken out. You and the pups should be comfortable, nothing else mattered.

You were slowly dozing off by the time Daryl had come back inside taking a bowl of stew for himself, but not without offering you some as well. "To keep yer strength up."

You managed to get a few bites in your system before eating became too much of an effort and all you wanted was sleep.

Daryl was all too excited to come lay down next to you and take the pups into his arms.

He had chosen to rest in his shifted form to keep you and the pups warm, making sure to give you an extra blanket to cover your nude form.

That night he barely slept. His gaze focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest and the pups' occasional squirming.

He thought he had found true happines when fate brought you two together. But being here now, curled around the love of his life and his children he felt like he finally had everything he could ever wish for.

Well, that was untill after the pups had grown a bit and you were looking back on the rough path you had to take to get them.

"You know," strips of meat hung off your fingers for your pups to snatch away. "I'd be happy to do it all over again, with you by my side."

A/N: okay I tried to find any tattoo pic that wasn't skinny white girl, but this was the closest I got after millions of tramp stamps, pierced belly buttons and ugly designs.

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