#5sos werewolf

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Werewolf Masterlist

And I Call It Magic (ao3) - FayeHunter Michael/Ashton, Luke/Calum T, 1k

Summary: "Last week, Ashton had casually proposed the idea of Michael meeting his friends Calum and Luke for dinner. This idea would be less scary for Michael if it wasn’t for the fact that Calum and Luke are Ashton’s pack."Michael is probably unreasonable nervous to meet Ashton's pack.

Children of The Moon (ao3) - converse_luke ot4 M, 14k

Summary: Up in the most Northern part of Maine, deep in the forest, is probably one of the best kept secrets in the world. Tucked away in a nature preserve are six packs of werewolves.

Enemy Territory (ao3) - xelated Calum/Ashton, Luke/Michael T, 2k

Summary: crossing enemy lines is dangerous business, something they should’ve known would never end well.

Howlin' at the Moon (ao3) - FayeHunter Michael/Luke E, 2k

Summary: It's a full moon and Michael and Luke are going to have some fun.

In The Middle Of The Night When The Wolves Come Out (ao3) - SilentlyFighting luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 7k

Summary: Everyone is a shifter, a werewolf, but each one shifts for the first time at different times. Some are born already able to shift, others shift during their childhood while some shift at around the same times as puberty. Luke's family, however, are unique; every member of this family have shifted at the age of 18. Well, everyone except Luke that is, who is still waiting for his chance and dreading the possibilities as he gets closer to the age of 19. When Luke finally starts to go through his shift, the boys are there for him and work together to keep him under control - especially Ashton. Luke learns new things from this experience, but it also brings him closer to some people.

Read to find out the rest.

I See It In Your Eyes (ao3) - MonsterAmongCashton (IfWallsCouldMuke) Calum/Ashton. Luke/Michael E, 14k

Summary: “Sorry, I’m—” he stops. I’m what? Being chased by some werewolf hunter personnel? “Tonight’s your lucky night, wolf, ‘cause I wasn’t out hunting,” the tan boy growls out. “Run away, all puppies do anyways.” Ashton isn’t stupid. Just because he was turned doesn’t mean his IQ is now that of a wolf. He pushes himself off the ground and runs away into the night.

i see the stars in the eyes of a vampire (ao3) - mimi_reads Michael/Calum, Luke/Ashton T, 8k

Summary: Calum is a werewolf. Michael is a vampire. Here's an insight into their relationship and the struggles that come with dating someone who's part of a different species.

The Sun Will Rise (ao3) - JetBlackSunshine T, 131k

Summary: 'It's hard to see the enemy, When you're looking at yourself. Maybe your reflection shows you screaming out for help.' Luke doesn't expect much from his new school; however it soon becomes apparent that his time spent there isn't going to be like the rest of them. Entangled in a web of family secrets and those of his new classmates working out who to trust and how to survive become more important than ever.

Unravel, Unmake Yourself (ao3) - Branithar ot4 E, 9k

Summary: Luke is getting sicker with every full moon, Ashton keeps being called to Hell, Calum is anxious about his upcoming surgeries going badly and Michael feels lucky that the worst thing happening to him is having to buy blood instead of feed exclusively from his boyfriends. The second-hand stress from everything happening to them is wearing him thin, but surely it can't get worse, can it?

why so complicated, won't you throw me a bone (ao3) - bellawritess Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: Before Ashton, Luke hadn’t even known pretty werewolves existed. He hadn’t really thought a werewolf could be considered pretty. But Ashton is undeniably pretty, in a very scruffy kind of way, and from the moment he steps foot into the magic shop for the first time, roving eyes landing first on the rack of colorful candles and then onto Luke, Luke had been gone.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #au #werewolf #werewolf masterlist #masterlists

[bleachswing]

and if you choose to run away with me

#werewolf calum <3333 #Of course fetus #he's soooooooo cute #calum 5sos #calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #messy moodboard

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Events and collabs I am apart of and or am running:

★。／｜collabs｜＼。★

breeding collab (kiyoomi sakusa & atsuma miya) , monster fuckin collab (werewolf megumi), Milo's 50 follower slice of life event (Osamu Miya & Suna Rintarou), Coco's water theme milestone collab (Rintarou Suna), Ina's 3k event (atsumu miya)

★。／｜Events by me｜＼。★

My 150 follower event: double dating (open) The domesticity game! (open, collab and requests) The surrogacy ask game (open)

Works for: Haikyuu!!

Atsumu Miya, fluff, childhood friends to lovers vibe inspired by She Looks So Perfect by 5SOS

Tetsuro Kuro, hurt/comfort and fluff, finding out your pregnant

We're all Goners, sometimes self made (song fic, part one of a series):Tooru Oikawa, hurt and kinda comfort, hanahaki disease.

Wakatoshi Ushijima reacting to his partner crying after a verbal fight!! , hurt and kinda comfort, pregnancy

Simple scars, a K.Tsukishima piece about a domestic moment together, suggestive.

little things, a S.Kita piece about the little parts of his days with you, suggestive

Song fic (two finneas songs), Miya twins x reader, sfw, angst

The summer sun's reflection off of the rusted train tracts, a sfw s.hinata piece for a collab.

t.oikawa baking with s/o for his birthday, sfw

k.bokuto nsfw hcs: pt 1

works for: Jujutsu Kaisen

Jealousy is an Alphabet Soup Made of Booze and Bozos, Gojo x reader oneshot first of the jjk x drunk reader series

Bartender Yuuji and Megumi drabble, nsfw, besties share.

Nsfw hc's for Ryomen Sukuna

Nsfw hc's for Satoru Gojo

S.Gojo + K.Nanami + T. Fushiguro types of partners they are in theory, mentions of sex but barely.

works for: My Hero Academia

BAKUSQUAD BOYSAND HOW YOU ALTERED THEIR LIFE

(HC) Bakusqauds reactions to someone who zones out an or disassociates

Hot crossed buns; a Hanta Sero fic for the familiar face in an unexpected place collab, hurt comfort/fluff, firefighter au

K. Bakugou and E.Kirishima comforting their s/o after a bad day, sfw, hurt/comfort

works for: Stranger Things...

none yet-

Extra.....

#masterlist #haikyuu #jjk #mha

[indigayghost]

Ask game!!! I love games

"get to know me" ask game! Tagged by @zebrashavestripes <3

Fave Ships: I mean probably all of the wwdits ones ahdhdyudjdi my memory is shit so I'm really bad at remembering those... Oh oh! Recently I've been reading a loooot of S/D tier and Geraskefer fics so that counts right

First Ship: shit. Hm... Probably some self incert. OH YEAH WHEN I WAS LITTLE I HAD A SONIC X SELF INCERT AND I WAS OBSESSED WITH SHADOWS AND KNUCKLES AHDHDYSJ that says a lot about me I think

Currently Reading: Tea Dragon Society!!! Oh I read heartstoper recently and a comic about a vampire and werewolf couple but I don't remember the name :(

Last Song: I slept listening to a random sleep playlist and the last song was "Escapism" by A. Blomqvist but the last song I was awake to listen to probably was "Me Myself and I" by 5sos

Last Movie: yesterday I watched Wendel and Wild! And finished Disenchanted

Currently Watching: I'm LITERALLY watching Strange World right now I paused the movie to answer this ahdydusjs but I'm also trying to finish iwtv

Consuming: (off topic but consuming is a funny word I like it) I ate sopinha de bolacha for breakfast today. It's coffee and milk and then you take cornstarch wafers (we call it bolacha maizena I don't know if you have it where you live but it's very good I like it) and mix it all together like a mash it's very baby food makes me all fuzzy

Currently Working On: a lot. Like. A lot of things. That I'll probably never finish because I'm very bad at this ahdydusjs. I'm trying to learn how to knit it have been being a mess I don't have the hand coordination for this (people who knits always says things like ow crochet is so much harder then knit but like WHAT OF COURSE NOT I LEARNED TO CROCHET IN 30MIN AND I'M TRYING AND FAILING TO HOLD THE KNIT NEEDLES FOR TWO DAYS) I'm also writing my slayer au fic and a post s3 fic and a Nandor and baby Colin fic there's a lot of fics really also I'm sewing a blouse for myself it's really cute I just need to add the details now

Welp I'm not gonna tag people because I don't know if they like being tagged but anyone who wants to join feel free o love to know those things about people hihi

#ask game

[allsassnoclass]

happy new year Hazel!!

10 & 22?

hi ana! happy new year!!!!

10. oooo this one is listed as "Malum fairy tale" and it's one that i actually do have a doc started for! back in 2020 em @pixiegrl and i kinda brainstormed a supernatural creatures au where ashton is a werewolf, luke is a mermaid, michael is a fairy, and calum is the token human. i had always intended to write a malum fic in that universe, it just hasn't quite happened yet

22. "Unmute 2020," which is the last chapter in my wip unmute, the prequel to Off-Screen. i listed each chapter separately in the idea doc because they're all around 10k and i like feeling accomplished when i cross them off. the 2020 chapter will likely be shortest, because instead of covering the full year it's only going to go from january to when off-screen takes place, which is in spring, then i might do a jump to the christmas scene i've already written just to close it off. one of my main goals for 2023 is to post another chapter of unmute, since i didn't post one this year even though i have half of chapter 3 done already

send me a number 1-89 and i'll tell you about the idea it corresponds to on my 5sos idea doc!

#ask #ana #chamaleonsoul #i'm reasonably certain that both of these will get done eventually #will it be in 2023? who knows! but these are two that i'm pretty committed to finishing at some point #thank you for asking!!!

[daydadahlias]

I was tagged by Ana ( @chamaleonsoul ) and Blanca ( @hoodharlow ) to fill out the 5sos fighting alignment chart

I don’t want to fight Ashton, Calum, or Michael. But Luke can catch these hands. And I think I’ll win because I was the kid who used to bite people and pretend I was a werewolf and I think that will scare him so much he won’t be able to fight back. Meanwhile, I think if me and Calum fought, the biting would not scare him and he would, in fact, bite back. 

Ashton and Michael are angels so <3 no commentary <3

and im going to tag @the-girl-who-cried-wolf and @fettuccinecaterpillar​ and i dont know,, who else. feel free to say i tagged you if you wanna do it!

#i dont actually want to fight any of them #or ok well let me rephrase #if this is ashton on the day that he said 'im not ashton i just am'... im gonna absolutely whip his ass #but any other day ever i love that guy #i love all of them obviously #realistically i dont want to fight luke #i want to fight #i dont know what the terminology would be here #but i want to fight smthn for sure

[kindkline]

April 1, 2023

I’m lying to Sam and Dean, again. Early March, I got word of a werewolf case from Luke and Kassandra—cousins I met through Men of Letters—and they asked if I wanted to help them. Luke and Kassandra are my age, and they’ve been working low level cases on their own since they turned 18. Their parents are all cool with it, but Sam and Dean won’t so much as let me take on a simple salt and burn without them hovering.

I wanted Jack and I to join Luke and Kassandra, but the guys just refused to budge. They made excuses and embarrassed us in front of Luke, Kassandra, and their parents. They made us sound like children and I’ve been pissed about this for weeks.

Luke and Kassandra did drop the ball, and Dean and Cas ended up stepping in and keeping them from getting mauled by a pair of werewolves, which I’m glad, but if Jack and I had been there we could have done the same. It’s annoying that they don’t trust me.

So I’m lying and taking on a missing person’s case on my own. From my investigation, it looks like someone planning something sinister at the Midnight Tower Motel. I’ve identified Eight people have already gone missing, including: a newlywed couple, a lone traveler, and a family of five. All were out of towners and all stayed at that motel. My money is in the motel owner, but I’ve yet to identify a motive. Might be blood rituals or some sort of trafficking.

Sam found out about my research and I know he just had Dean text me about it. I told Dean I passed the information off to other hunters to keep him from getting in the way, but I’m planning on working the case with Jack. Jack was hesitant to keep it a secret, but I talked him into it. We both need this.

song of the day: 5SOS - not in the same way

[igarbagecannoteven]

fear the fever

this was written for @tran5rightsos through the @5sos-fic-exchange ! i talk a lot more in the a/n but i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope that you enjoy!

Pairing: Lashton, Side Jalex

Word Count: 8,109 | Rating: Mature

TW: Blood, Gore, Body Horror, Animal Death, Nonsexual (but Consensual!) Bondage, Swearing

Summary:

The breeze shifts and Ashton catches a whiff of a new scent that makes his heartbeat stutter. It’s cold and metallic and hungry in a way that shouldn’t be possible to emulate via smell, which means it can only be one thing: a vampire.

#5sos fic #lashton #5sos fanfic #aaaaaaaaaa i'm so excited for this fic to be out of my word docs and into the world #so many firsts! #first vampire/werewolf fic first fic with trans/nb characters first (posted) fic over 8k #first M rated fic too! dang! #okay i think i'm going to post it now before i go to bed so it's still the 8th everyone's time #altho idk if i'll be able to go to sleep after i post it lol #fic rec #the trash writes #blood tw

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

5SOS + Hogwarts (2) Masterlist

part one

Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet (ao3) - anonymous michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: Michael's kind of fucked from the start.

Or, Luke can't stop tripping and Michael can't stop saving him.

and this is how it starts (ao3) - c_libretto luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: They’d always been touchy-feely with each other - cuddling was no big deal, after long days enduring classes they’d always ended up asleep with their long limbs tangled up in each other, shirts unbuttoned and neckties cast aside. They had kissed once before, but it was only when someone had sneaked in a Firewhiskey that had gotten both of them incredibly drunk. But this. This was a whole new territory.

help me polarize (ao3) - raine_go_away luke/ashton NR, 4k

Summary: The Hemmings family has a long history of being in the Slytherin house, every single member cunning with that glint in their blue eyes but not terribly wicked. They were experts at prevaricating and manipulation, but then there’s doe eyed Luke who trips over his robes around the house and apologizes to tables when he bumps into them.

-- or the Harry Potter AU that no one asked for with part-veela!Luke crushing on golden Gryffindor boy Ashton for his entire career at Hogwarts

I Used to Obsess Over Living (Now I Only Obsess Over You) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: “So, he said he could kiss you, then called you brilliant and a genius boy?” Michael asked, taking another bite of his biscuit. Calum took a sip of his goblet, adding some mashed potatoes onto both his and Michael’s plate. Luke nodded, shoving some roast beef in his mouth. “He obviously wants to blow you.” Luke choked on his food, looking at Michael with wide eyes.

Let's Make This Night Last Forever (ao3) - makingdemands luke/calum, ashton/michael G, 1k

Summary: Hogwarts AU drabble wherein Luke likes plants, Calum likes Quidditch, Michael likes causing trouble, and Ashton is a longsuffering Prefect.

Love My Way (ao3) - DracosPubicHair michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 14k

Summary: With Valentines Day coming up and his friends at his neck about "getting-some," Michael has never felt more nervous around Luke than he has ever before.

Point of View (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Ashton's been attacked by a werewolf. Calum shows up to the hospital to see how he is.

Scars (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Luke's been in the hospital all night waiting for Ashton to get better.

Spellbound (ao3) - horantheworldstyles michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 23k

Summary: A muke Hogwarts au in which Michael is a cocky, yet soft Slytherin and Luke is a shy, clumsy Hufflepuff.

The Magic Within (ao3) - converse_luke luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Hogwarts is a wonderful place filled with magic, quidditch, feasts, a strange force trying to kill you, the usual.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #au #hogwarts #hogwarts masterlist #masterlists

[wontlastimokwiththat]

Bloodlines [L.H.]

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, (terribly written) Breeding Kink

A/N: Did I make this request an alpha werewolf Luke? Yes, yes I did. Do I regret it? Not at all.

Thank you for the request @lukeshemmo and thanks for letting me bounce ideas off of you @another-lonely-heart

Words: 817

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

You could feel the alpha's eyes on you as you held the baby.

"She's adorable, Kaykay," you smiled, making faces at Ashton and Kaykay's newborn daughter. "A perfect mixture of the two of you."

"Thank you, Luna," Kaykay grinned.

"Does she have a name yet?" You looked up at Kaykay, who glanced at her mate by her side.

"It's a tradition that the firstborn of the betas get named by the alpha couple," Ashton explained to you. "Typically, the Luna as she's the motherly figure of the pack."

You nodded, looking down at the baby in your arms. She had Ashton's hazel eyes with Kaykay's nose, cubby, flushed cheeks, and dark curls. You thought for a moment, about the pack and everything you had learned, how everything had some kind of meaning. You thought about Ashton and Kaykay, their personalities, and how welcoming they had been to you. 

"Athena," you announced.

"Why Athena?" Luke questioned.

"Athena was the Greek goddess of wisdom and war strategy, along with poetry and art. Kaykay is the lead strategist and Ashton is your most trusted advisor, not to mention the pack's love for art. I think Athena will fit her beautifully," you smiled, turning to look at him. You couldn't miss the look of pure love in his eyes. "Don't you think, Luke?"

"Athena sounds lovely," he nodded. You turned back to Kaykay and Ashton.

"Is Athena alright with you?" you asked softly, noting the tears in Kaykay's eyes. "We can call her Attie for sort."

"It's perfect, Luna," Kaykay nodded. 

"Welcome home, Attie," you smiled down at the baby before handing her back to Kaykay.

You and Luke stayed another hour or so before going back to his home. As soon as you were inside, he pushed you against the wall, kissing you passionately. You smiled, kissing him back as you tangled your fingers in his hair and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Wanna put a baby in you," he mumbled against your lips. "Give you my knot, have a bunch of little pups running around."

"What are you waiting for?" you whispered. He groaned, quickly carrying you upstairs and laying you on his huge, soft bed.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't freak out on me now, alpha," you giggled, sitting up and beginning to undo his belt buckle. He took your face in his hands, tilting your head up to look at him.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I wanna have a baby with you." 

"I know, Lu, and so am I," you grabbed his wrists, smiling slightly. "You heard Ash and Kaykay today, we're the alpha couple. And I know you'd wait for me for as long as I asked you to but you don't have to. I'm ready, Luke. You've already put off so many things because of me, this, carrying on your bloodline, your pack, isn't going to be one of them."

He smiled, pressing his lips to yours. You quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down as he laid you back against the bed. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers as you pulled off your shorts and panties.

“Shirt,” he instructed. You giggled, making him smile, as you pulled off your shirt and bra. “Beautiful.” He crawled over you, pulling off his own shirt before kissing you passionately. You moaned against his lips as he drug his tip through your folds. “You’re dripping, pup.”

“Fuck me, alpha,” you purred. “Want your knot.” 

“I’ve got you, pup,” he assured, slowly pushing into you. You moaned loudly. Luke kept his thrusts slow and deep, kissing your neck as he mumbled how he was gonna fill you up.

“I’ve always wondered why I had a breeding kink,” you whispered with a giggle.

“Because you were made for it,” he smiled, pulling back to look at you. “Rawr.” You giggled more, pulling him down and kissing him. “Gonna look so good carrying my pups.” He pulled away, looking down at you with eyes full of love as you writhed under him. “So big and pretty, all because of me.”

“Alpha, please,” you whined as you felt his knot expanding. “Please, fill me up.” He ran his fingers through your hair, shhing you softly.

“Alpha’s got you, pup,” he promised. “Gonna give you my knot.” You moaned loudly, cumming around him. He hid his face in your neck, giving a few final thrusts before stilling inside you as he came with a loud groan and a string of curses, his knot catching, locking him inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled.

“Wanna have a whole little pack running around,” you told him.

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he smiled, flipping the two of you so you were on top and he wouldn’t squish you. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Luke.”

Taglist: @itsme-bee @toxicmodernity @grungeash @lukeshemmo @another-lonely-heart @youngblood199456 @fivesecondsofonedirection @roxxyblaze 

#luke hemmings #werewolf!5sos #werewolf!luke #luke hemmings werewolf #luke hemmings imagine #luke 5sos #luke 5 seconds of summer #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer smut #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings smut #5sos imagines #5sos smut

[werewolfashton]

5sos as a werewolf pack - lashton

#listen i'm sorry but also not #i will use every chance i get to make a werewolf moodboard #legally i have to really #moodboard #mine #spooky season moodboards #lashton #lashton moodboard #werewolf moodboard #5sos edit

[talkfastromance4]

12 with cal maybe 👉🏻👈🏻

of course🥰😘 this is with werewolf!calum. this one involves some sexy time with a teensy dash of dom!calum

12. “Oh, bite me.” “Don’t tempt me.”

• • • •

You’re in a mood. A mood where the full moon on Halloween has power over you and your hormones. The wolf inside of you is on the brink of snapping--to kill something or to have sex until the sun came up. You weren’t sure which one held more power. 

Calum had been bustling around the house preparing for the get together you were hosting with Ashton and the rest of the pack members. He could sense your emotions and smell your arousal wherever he went in the house. Numerous times he asked you to help him clean up but you responded with attitude and did a different task. 

“Can you control yourself, please?” he huffs throwing the door to your bedroom open. You decided to clean up in here rather than in the bathroom like he’d asked you to. 

“Kind of hard tonight, don’t you think?” you snort gesturing towards the window. The moon started to rise higher, the brightness practically lit up the room. 

“I meant in company, can you do that? Your scent is driving me crazy. Take care of it or I will.”

Before you can retort a smart comeback to his, he’s slammed the door shut. You hear him take a deep inhale, probably trying to get the scent of your heat out of his mind. You know it intensifies around this time but you aren’t enjoying this any more than he is. 

You decided to keep a wide berth from him during the party, conversing with others while trying to keep yourself in check. You thought you were doing a pretty good job until you bumped into Calum. 

Then it was like something shifted in the air between you. In one swift movement, he drags you away from the group of people and into your room. He pushes you against the wall, his own scent of arousal invades your nostrils and you preen. 

“I thought I told you to behave.”

You gulp and lick your lips.

“I was.”

“No, I could smell you everywhere you went,” his hands roam down your sides and into the waistband of your leggings. His fingers tickle your skin of your stomach, inching lower. “This especially...” He cups your sex in his palm, he groans at how wet you are. “So warm and wet for me, hm?”

“Cal...” you whine inclining your hips hoping the action will cause his finger to dip into you.

“I don’t know if I should. You didn’t listen, and you’ve been bratty all day,” he removes his hand and you growl from the loss. 

“Oh, bite me,” you snap attempting to break free from his arms. 

He pushes himself against you, lips centimeters from yours. 

“Don’t tempt me.”

Then he’s pulling down your leggings, his body following until he’s kneeling in front of you. He hitches a leg over his shoulder when you’re free ghosting his lips over the smooth inside of your thighs. He takes a bite and you gasp. 

His breath is hot over your core, he flicks his tongue out in a teasing fashion.

“Dripping already, cupcake? Always have to clean up your messes,” he huffs then suctions his lips to your folds. 

You gasp at the warmth of his mouth, your head hitting the door as your fingers fly into his dark hair. He licks and sucks with vigor, one hand on your thigh that’s over his shoulder, fingers squeezing while his other hand creeps towards his mouth. He inserts a finger, hooking it against that sweet spot inside you. It makes your stomach roll and a moan bubble from your lips. 

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm but he keeps going and adds a second finger. He sucks on your clit, your body wriggles above him. 

“Scream for me, come on,” he growls working his fingers faster. “Let everyone know how well I take care of you.” 

He scissors his fingers faster, mouth working double time that has you doubling over as you’re wracked with intense pleasure. You let out a scream, he squeezes your thigh so tight you’re sure there will be bruises the size of his fingers. 

When your body relaxes, he removes his fingers slowly and licks you clean until he’s satisfied. He slides your pants back up then tilts your chin forward so he can kiss you.

“Will you behave now?”

“Maybe.”

He growls and gives you a bruising kiss. 

• • • •

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#13 nights of blurbs #calum hood blurb #calum smut #calum hood smut #werewolf!cal #5sos writing #calum hood writing

[calpops]

red ruins | c.h.

Under every full moon Calum would get lost. Pain would set in and the world would fade. He would change, shift, and phase with the moon. He became something less than human and something more than any ordinary animal. He was content to wander from place to place in an attempt to escape himself and the ruins he thought he left behind. All until he met her and felt the influence of her words and the gravity in her eyes keeping him grounded in himself—even when all of his instincts tried to make him lose himself to the night. 

6.6k words

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Fog floated through the town, crept along cobblestone streets from the depths of the forest surrounding small homes. The sky was deep purple, tinted with red as the sun dipped below the horizon. The village was quiet save for the cry of circling birds overhead and the rustle of leaves falling from the trees. The moon was nearly full by the time it made its appearance, the last of purple and red tinged light fading. Wind picked up and started blowing through trees, howling around the town and rattling closed shutters. Fire crackled, red and orange casted haunting shadows against the dark of the cottage lonely on a hill. Calum looked over to the corner where a bed claimed the north wall of the one room holding. She was buried beneath the sheets, hair splayed across the pillow and a smile taunting and teasing and begging him to join her.

They had met under a moonless sky. The dark was foreboding but his touch was light and his voice was easy. He told her his name was Calum but she couldn’t be sure of that; he was a wanderer, a traveler moving from place to place with secrets following him. She couldn’t fault him, she had not offered her true name to him; instead she told him to call her Honey so as to keep secrets sweet. She invited him to her home and into her bed and he stayed as the moon phased from nothing to glowing. She saw the scar on his back when his shirt came off, four jagged lines running parallel to each other. He regaled her with a tale about a boy traveling with a caravan, left to sleep under silver stars—he spoke of howls in the night and eyes that followed through the foggy tree line. She shivered when his hands cupped her jaw and his breath hit her neck, lips following soon after. He never usually stayed so long but she was enchanting, something in her eyes bringing him in and keeping him there.

She sat up when he stayed still, the sheet pooled around her waist. She gathered it around her and made her way over to him. He stood by the window where the wooden shutters stayed closed, just a sliver of moonlight shining through the crooked cracks. He felt her behind him, heard the faint thump of her heart and the small, even breaths that escaped her.

“Will you stay the night?” Her question was simply asked and her tone held nothing but wonder.

Calum turned, as tempted as he was to open the shutters and feel the bite of wind and see the glare of the moon he suppressed the urge, and took her in his arms instead.

“Only one more,” he said and ran a thumb over her bottom lip when she pouted. She shivered though it was not from the cold nipping through the thin blanket shrouding her. “Then I will be gone.”

“You could stay,” she said, longing lingering in her voice but words of want staying trapped within her. “You don’t have to go.”

“I do,” he responded without hesitation, thumb running from her lip to her cheek and jaw and down her neck where his hand settled on her shoulder. His other hand claimed the curve of her waist. “And you know why.”

She shook her head, hair falling in her face and a sarcastic laugh pouring from petaled lips. “That’s just a fool’s tale. Trying to scare me for a laugh, that’s all,” she said. The blanket dipped and her hand came up to catch it as Calum caught view of the marks his own lips left on her exposed skin.

“I told you my truth,” Calum whispered, even though he knew the truth he offered was just a sliver, and some was told as a story. “In so many words.”

“When the moon is at its brightest and glows yellow so will my eyes. The scar on my back glints silver and that’s what can kill me. When I leave it won’t be on two legs.”

He had whispered those words to her the second night after they met. Usually he was gone before the sun could rise but she kept him entangled in the sheets, enchanted by her eyes and voice and the songs she sang of lust and pleasure. He found refuge in the one room cottage warmed by a continuous fire. He sought solace in her arms and bliss in the way they moved together. He couldn’t bring himself to leave after the first night, not when he had never known a calm and storm so bright and unwavering before. He stayed a second night and felt a tug of guilt in his chest when her eyes held hope. He told her the words that had been emblazoned in his mind for years. They ran along the lines of the scar on his back, told the story of the wound and the war that lived inside of him.

“So many words and none that I believed,” she said with another shake of her head. Her free hand trailed up his chest, her index finger light and ticklish against his skin. She followed the curves of his collarbones and circled around marks she made with her lips and teeth during their nights together. “Just stay. For me.”

“It’s for you that I leave,” Calum promised, knowing the truth in his words and reasons. The shutters knocked against the cottage, pounding out an erratic rhythm that echoed around them and the silence they fell into. She didn’t believe his words and even if she did Calum feared she wouldn’t understand.

“Then go now,” she said and took a small step back, the sheet around her swaying at her feet and dragging on the wooden floor. “Why waste another night?”

“If that’s what you want,” he heard himself say, voice resigned and wandering to wherever he would end up next. He made for the door but he heard the small intake of breath and the creak in the floor as her weight lurched forward.

“No,” she said, the word sudden and loud. “You don’t have to go,” she repeated her earlier words verbatim and while the meaning was the same there was an added layer and desperation to the plea. “Not until tomorrow,” she added on, finally relenting to his words and plan. “Stay one more night. Tell me that story again? Maybe this time I’ll believe it.”

Calum stopped before his hand could even reach for the door. He turned back to her, felt a pull in his chest and a drag in his feet as he moved back to her. They found their ways to the straw stuffed bed and sat back down, her pull on him bringing his back to the sheets and back into her. A strike of lightning lit up through the shutters and a rumble of thunder quickly followed, making work to shake the cottage and Calum’s resolve. Rain joined, the sound of it pelting against roofs and the earth ricocheting around them. He had told her the tale twice before. The first time to warn her, the second to remind her when she laughed at stories of the village she perceived as myths.

He would tell her one more time in the hopes that it wouldn’t be just a story or a notion to scare her. He wanted her to understand it was his past and it tied heavily into his present. It was the reason he must leave. She was quiet beside him, affording him time with his thoughts. Her silence was strong and effective. She was able to sway him without words or thought or trying. Calum swallowed past a lump in his throat and turned to face her, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and focused on the pattern in her irises. Her eyes were hypnotizing, a force she didn’t know she had. Calum’s skin prickled and he looked away, up to the roof that leaked under heavy rain. If he were able to stay longer he would have fixed that for her.

“I was only a boy,” Calum began, his words a stark contrast to the way he had told the story before. The two times previous it was a boy, any boy, this time, it was him and it was honest. “I had just turned ten and was traveling with a caravan of people searching for refuge amid the war. My parents and sister were missing—presumed dead—and I had nowhere to go and nowhere to stay but the torched remnants of our home. So I left, as soon as I saw the people marching I followed.”

She made a noise of interest and sympathy, the sound as sweet as the name he called her. Honey simmered and sweetness followed, her nose pressed into his neck and her lips placed a small kiss to his skin. He didn’t want to continue but her influence was enough to bring the words out of him.

“The first week was fine. We scrounged up money to sleep in the stables of inns that were still standing. Once the coins ran out we slept under the stars, hoping the number of our people would scare off any outlaws.  It worked. But numbers meant nothing to the animals that lurked in the woods. Simple blades and bullets weren’t enough to stop them. The attack was swift, the screams still haunt me.”

“Animals?” She asked, eyebrows furrowing as she laid beside him. Her hand came up to trace four lines down his chest, four lines just like the ones on his back. “Your scar?”

Calum nodded, let her eyes calm him and swallowed harshly. “Animals,” he confirmed. He would tell her what kind but there was still an air of mystery in the sheer size of them, in the footprints and bloodstains left in soft earth. He knew what they were but they were even more than that. “Wolf like,” he added on, wanting to paint a picture in her mind so she might grasp some semblance of understanding. “Bigger than ordinary wolves. Two or three times the size. I could see their eyes through the tree line. They were eerily quiet as they watched. I woke everyone but as soon as the panic set in a howl sliced through the night and”—Calum sucked in a breath, let his fingers curl into his palm—“they descended on us.”

Honey came closer, settled into his arms and rested her head against his chest. He wondered if she could hear his heart beating the way he could hear hers from yards away. She was cool against him but that was nothing new, he ran much hotter than her, his blood ran faster and his body strengthened as the full moon came closer.

“I tried to fight back but I was too weak and the blade I carried was made of steel—it did little to wound and could not kill the beasts among us. I don’t remember what made me lose consciousness but everything went dark for a time. I woke under a willow tree, my shirt was crusted with blood and my shoulder seared a pain I’d never felt before. I could tell I was running a fever just from the feel of my forehead, I was drenched in sweat, blood, fears and tears. The wound on my shoulder blade was deep and it took many nights to nurse it. Almost two fortnights went by before the true symptoms began.”

“You already had a fever,” she said, mistrusting his recount of his life. He knew his words were tangled and double meanings left wonder hanging in the air. “What more could have afflicted you?”

“Pain. More pain than the first day I woke with the claw marks sunken into my skin,” he explained, and held his breath, knowing the next part of the story would take a lot of convincing to believe. His words didn’t hold the same sway and influence as hers did. He couldn’t make someone believe just with a certain look or tone of voice. “The pain was bone deep. It felt as if I was being crushed and reformed. Every muscle held an ache, every bone hurt. My heart rate quickened. My temperature spiked. The world spun. I started to change.”

She shifted, eyes shooting to the ceiling as the tale of old prowled through Calum’s life. When he was a kid, before the caravan and the night of terror came to life, before his family was missing, his mother would tell him stories. Stories of half wolves, half men who lurked in the woods and stalked prey under the full moon. He had been enthralled by the tales, the stories scary enough to keep him awake at night. Her words took on a life of their own.

“Change,” she repeated, knowing the rest of the story from his words telling it of someone else. “You really want me to believe that?”

“I want you to listen,” Calum pleaded, voice near to trembling as the rest of his story simmered between them. She nodded beside him, eyes softening as she took in his honesty and the desperation he exuded for her to understand. For her belief. “The last thing I saw was the full moon, how bright and yellow it looked. That was before the pain was overwhelming and my senses shifted. I could only feel. I couldn’t think. I had no control. I lost an entire night to residual darkness and unknowing wander. I woke by a river but I don’t remember how I got there but there were prints in the mud, four clawed feet tracking right up to where I laid.”

She bit her lip and contemplated the rest of his story, took in the new details that he had omitted and the power of his truth. She blinked slowly, eyes once more enchanting Calum. Shadows from her eyelashes danced along her cheekbones, her breaths came shallow and short, a scattered symphony against the downfall of rain and cracks of thunder. Calum reached for her when she didn’t say anything. He hoped she was processing the new information and understanding.

“. I’d wake in the morning miles from where I once was. I’d wake with blood on my skin and fear creeping through the towns I could manage to find. Village people shunned me when they set sights on the scar on my back, they burned mixtures said to ward off evil and curses. It’s not a curse,” Calum explained.

“Then what is it?” She finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her, whether she believed it or not.

“An affliction. A disease. Something past skin deep that sank into my bloodstream when claws raked my skin. I’m not the only one plagued by it. I roam alone but some wander in packs. Some resent the skin they’re bound to live in and fight against it tooth and nail. Some like the power and give themselves to it completely. Burning mixtures won’t cure it; I’m near sure there’s no cure. The only way to get rid of it is to kill it.”

“And how would that be done?”

“Silver,” he said, voice and mind long lost to the stories his mother would tell him.

People would try to rise up against the monsters that stalked the night but steel and bullets did little with their efforts. Only silver was enough to cut through and sizzle, it’s properties burned from the inside out. It ate away the afflictions and stopped the bloodstream. It killed. It killed the disease and it killed the person.  Lucky it was hard for the common folk to come by a weapon forged of something so expensive. Unlucky as well.

“Or another of my kind,” Calum added on, a shiver descending down his spine.

It could be another to strike with claws and teeth to meet a demise. Or something different but as equally as afflicted—a different type of poison settling into their body.

“Let’s say I believe you,” she started around a breath that spoke the opposite. “Why leave? And if you must, why not come back?”

Calum had already considered those questions through the nights he spent with her. Honey was tempting, enthralling and a craving he wasn’t sure he could kick. But his mind tumbled through scenarios more powerful than that. They put a pit in his stomach and coursed fear through his veins. He didn’t know what he would do during the night, he didn’t know where he would go or what he would walk into come morning if he were to come back. He had to leave. He voiced those thoughts to her and felt himself ease when she ran soft fingertips along his jaw.

“Then if it’s truly our last night together let’s not waste it,” she said, voice breathy and speaking a silent need as she pressed closer to him.

Calum received her and let the night slip by in beautiful bliss. She was still sleeping when he woke to the first sliver of sunlight creeping through the shutters. The air was thick after the night of rain and storm. He distentangled himself from her and the sweetness of their time together. It was the first time he would be leaving with regret and want following him. Her hair was a tangle across the pillow, skin smooth but interrupted by the press of his lips. She didn’t stir when he stood but she shifted when his lips brushed her forehead in a silent goodbye. Before he could step out of the door he stopped at the hearth where the fire had turned to nothing but embers clinging to life. He kneeled down, hand fishing into his trouser pockets to pull out a folded piece of cloth. He left it on the floor beside the logs and hoped if she needed it, she would find it.

He left her behind and made his way through the still sleeping village. He memorized the curves of the roads and the identifiable structures. The woods curved around the village, trees thickening the town line. With nothing to his name but the clothes on his back, a spare change in a small pack and the memories with a woman as sweet as honey he descended into the forest, wanting to put as much time and distance between him and the common people who shrouded the town. The farther away he was when the sun began to set, the better. His footprints lingered in the soft earth, a trail following him with every step he took. He couldn’t help but think they were also a path back to her. He shoved the thought away, knowing he couldn’t but not knowing if he wouldn’t. The day passed him; he knew the air and wind was cold but his body was heated and he could feel the change start to ache inside his bones as the sun began to set.

Calum found himself in the thick of the forest when his heart began to race and the ache in his bones made him stop. He kneeled beneath a tree, it’s foliage falling to the ground around him as the wind swept through the woods. Leaves stirred up and floated through the air. Calum sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wandering his surroundings dipped in a golden haze as the last of the sun graced the grounds. It reminded him of her; of honey and golden glows during mornings they woke together. He didn’t want her to be his last thought before the inevitable took away his mind, his body and rationale. But images of her drifted through his mind and made his heart ache with a yearning he had never known before. His knees pressed into the soft earth below him, leaving indents in the dirt he was sure he would leave behind. His back arched, neck craned so his head looked up. The sun was leaving, the sky darkening from gold to a blue silver that could have been calming for anyone else.

He ran hot, sweat beading on his forehead, fingers curling into his palms and his chest rattled as a guttural noise escaped him at the first of the intense pain to ripple through him from head to toe. The scar on his back burned to the point he felt it was sizzling. He was still semi aware, clinging to thoughts of honey and sweetness and all that she was when clothes ripped, breath left him and fingers unfurled from his palm, claw marks claiming the ground. His last thought was of the moon and the way she might look under it’s full and shining beams. His eyes caught slivers of moonlight through the trees, conjured up her image glowing around him and then the world faded with the last of his human form.

***

The village was quiet as Honey spent her day around the town, wandering and lost among the people. She wasn’t in search of Calum but if her eyes spotted him in the fray it wouldn’t be a bad thing. His story echoed around her thoughts, and would barrel through her mind under the sunlight. She shivered at the haunting words and the pain in Calum’s voice when he relived his past. She wasn’t sure she believed him, she wasn’t sure she believed in anything. She had grown up around superstition and curses, of stories told through her village that had no evidence to back them. Her mind was skeptical but her heart yearned to believe in something more. To believe in Calum—though she still wasn’t sure that was his true name or why she had grown so fond of the stranger who stumbled onto her property two fortnights ago.

She left town, made the trek back up to her cottage where it stood on a grassy hill away from the rest of the people that plagued the town. The cottage was quiet save for the creaks in the floorboards as she paced the small room and the drip from the ceiling as rain from the previous night leaked through the roof. Sunset loomed on the horizon, her lookout from the window atop the hill showing the entire horizon. Everything was yellow and golden and it reminded her of eyes that would glow like the moon. She trembled as she walked away from the window and resigned herself to her bed that was too cold for one. She let her eyes close and wished for sleep, knowing the first night alone was always the most difficult.

“When the moon is at its brightest and glows yellow so will his eyes,” she whispered into the night as the sun bid a temporary goodbye to the world. “The scar on his back glints silver and that’s what can kill him,” she continued, the warning burning on her tongue. Words of an affliction having no cure but silver through bloodstreams making her dip under the covers. “When he leaves it won’t be on two legs.”

The cottage darkened as the sun left and the sky turned deep blue and eventually black with streamlines of silver from the full moon working its way through the open window. She tossed and turned, body and mind restless, heart breaking from the feel of cold sheets beside her. Minutes or hours may have passed, time was bleeding away unbeknownst though it felt drawn out like many lifetimes. When she couldn’t lay there any longer she stood, walked to the hearth and prodded at the fire. Worn cloth beside the pile of logs caught her attention. She reached for it, knowing it wasn’t hers but curiosity needing to be satiated. Something hard laid within the bundle. It took one unfold to reveal what was inside.

A bullet glared and glinted back at her under moonlight. The feel was smooth and as her throat burned she realized the cost of the solitary bullet. Silver was expensive; worth a life and then some. She dropped the cloth and bullet and heard it roll along the hardwood floor. She lurched away from it and ran to the window. Palms hit the wooden sill and gripped with a strength she didn’t know she had. Eyes roamed the hills and the village below her. She bit her lip and sucked in air when a howl echoed around the open air. She didn’t know she was shaking until her body swayed and her shoulder hit the frame of the window with a bruising force. She heard rustling in the distance, her first instinct to push away ridiculous notions being drowned out by childish fears coming alive inside of her.

Eyes lurked in the dark, yellow and glowing and brooding it’s sights on the small cottage. She heaved a breath and let fear freeze her. Wind whistled and a howl followed, a beat of pause where her heart stammered out an erratic rhythm ensued. She swallowed down a tight lump in her throat harshly, grip on the sill tightening as she fought against her limbs content to stay still. It was as if her mind was convinced if she didn’t move she wouldn’t be seen. But she knew the tales, the stories and the myths come to life. Eyes that glowed in the dark could see leagues further than those that could not. She shivered and the eyes stalked closer, her body finally catching up to her mind, hand gliding slowly up the sill to find the where the shutter was closed and latched.

Before she could so much as get a proper grip on the wooden panel the animal afflicted was prowling forward and taken down. A guttural rip of a snarl cutting through the night. Another appeared, larger than the first. A broken cry left her lips, dry and cracked and breathy as she finally found purchase on the shutter and slammed it closed. She turned abruptly, back to the wall and eyes slipping shut as her chest heaved with staggered breaths. All she could do was listen. Remember that Calum had asked her to do so and now it fell upon her in howls and whimpers and bodies double the weight of an ordinary animal crashing to the ground. The noises neared and she thumped to the ground, knees hitting the splintering wood with a resounding thud. Her eyes sprang open and she forced herself to crawl back to her bed, pulled herself to the sheets and surrounded herself in the comfort they offered. She almost covered her ears but felt vulnerable with another lost sense.

She could only see flashes through the crooked shutters. She could hear the movement and the fight. She felt fear clawing through her, burning her eyes and heart and shoulder blade as the flashes and noises and myths came even more alive in front of her. A bang ricocheted against the cottage, bodies hitting the wood as a startled scream left her lips. She clapped a hand over her mouth, body trembling as she shook her head, trying to maintain disbelief. Another hit to the cottage rattled her, the shutters splintering and breaking under the force of the combined weights. She tried to get up, to run for the door to make an escape. But another slice of fear trembled through her. The noises died but her fear stayed alive. Wood fell to her floor along with a wash of blood much darker than she’d ever seen before. Wolf-like was the only thing she could think of when one beast rose amid the other, a giant paw slamming with finality into the other presumed dead beast.

The fire lit a glow of orange around yellow eyes. Dark fur was raised along the creature’s back, standing up on edge as if struck by lightning. Honey was still and stricken. The living beast neared, slow steps carrying its sheer size towards her with thumping paws hitting the ruined floor. She sucked in a breath, eyes unblinking until the beast whimpered and backed off, headed for its kill, the other beast being taken by the dark one’s teeth, dragged out the ruined wall and into the night.

***

Morning came in a rush. Calum woke within the woods, on much higher ground than he last remembered. The sky was pink through dying leaves and muted brown trunks. He was still hot, skin simmering and bones still aching. Blood was on his skin and a metallic taste lingered in the back of his throat. Paw prints in the earth wound a path away from the woods. His sights became set on them and then beyond, to where the tree line broke and the familiar air that carried through the breeze. He managed to bring his change of clothes with him, the ones he started the day in tattered and abandoned somewhere in the woods. He quickly dressed though the pain in his body lingered and he wanted nothing more than to sleep. But the woods were filled with dangers. If not creatures of his own kind then things that were worse, other stories come to life beneath the moon and stars.

A feeling of dread consumed Calum as his feet dragged through the dirt and out into open air. The hill was calm but the destruction spoke volumes. Honey and home were in red ruins. One wall of the cottage was dilapidated, the window now a hole in the wall. Red ran over wood and though Calum’s body protested he started running too. Anxieties took over, made his heart race and his deepest fears flickered through his mind. Honey.

She was nowhere to be seen within the cottage and it’s ruined remains. The fire was dying in the hearth yet Calum felt a wash of heat against his face. He knew he lost control the night before, he knew his memory never held but a flash of something familiar hit him full force. He could almost recall added warmth in the night. The damages cried something akin to him, something he could almost recall, something that sat on the tip of his tongue and the back of his mind.

“Honey?” Calum called out, hoping his attempt wasn’t futile. Hoping that he hadn’t destroyed sweetness in the night.

A beat of silence had his heart falling, throat burning and eyes watering against the few tendrils of smoke claiming the air. HIs lip jutted out and trembled. A wave of nausea hit him but broke a faint heartbeat prickled his senses and had him turning. She stood outside the cabin, dress stirred up in the breeze, hair in disarray and influential eyes carrying a haunted glow.

“Wolf-like,” she said, voice unwavering and shoulders squared as she took a step forward. “I guess I should have believed you.”

Calum nodded and kept his eyes on her, let his gaze flicker down when her hand outstretched and her fingers opened from her palm to reveal what he left her. He remembered the previous morning, leaving the silver bullet by her fire, hoping she wouldn’t need it. His gaze flickered back up and he shook his head while she pursed her lips and tried to offer the silver back to him.

“Keep it,” he insisted.

“Seems I won’t need it if you’re leaving again,” she said, voice dropping and eyes narrowing. “You came back, though. Twice now. Saved my life.”

“I should leave,” Calum murmured, the latter half of her words seemingly lost upon him as a tangle of thoughts entered his mind. “There’s more than me out there, keep it,” he insisted again, took a few steps forward to close the distance between them and let his fingers brush hers and close them over the bullet. He felt a sizzle in her touch, it wasn’t for the silver in her hand but for the fiery cold of her hand and the way she made him feel.

“I know there is,” she mused, hair blowing in the breeze. “Now, anyway. You killed one right before my eyes.”

“I did?” Calum wondered, suddenly caught in the destruction around him, his mind trying to catch up to the animalistic instincts that swiped his rationale and tore away his memories and thoughts. “I did…”

It came back in a rush with just one look into her eyes, the pattern of her irises enrapturing and filling in the gaps the night left him. The warmth of the fire on his face as blood dripped down his jaw, his feet approaching her, his eyes seeing her—truly seeing her—the push and pull of her influence having him turning and taking the last of the danger from her home. He couldn’t remember how he ended up back at her cottage on the hill but he was sure it was due to her pull on him, that she was something more than what she knew.

“There’s more to the world than I know,” she admitted and dropped her hand holding the silver bullet to her side.

“And there’s more to you than you realize,” Calum said, grasping for an explanation and a way to tell her what he could only assume as true. She neared him, the press of her body delicate but sure against his.

“What might that be?”

Her hand came up, fingertips trailing along his jaw, her breath warm against his skin. “You’re enchanting.”

She smiled, the curve of her lips begging him to kiss her. “You’ve told me that before,” she said and he heard her heartbeat pick up.

Calum’s hand came up to stall hers from its path along his jaw. He held her hand and played with her fingers as their hands dropped and swayed. “More than that. I should’ve known it from the first time I looked into your eyes. I should have realized it when it felt like you could sway me and the earth underneath me. I should have told you sooner.”

She was confused, eyebrows furrowing and nose twitching as she tried to process his ominous words. She was quiet, waiting for him to further explain. He was caught in a whirlwind of her, chasing down words and moments to help her understand.

“You’re not just enchanting. You’re an enchantress.”

Her breath caught in her throat and Calum saw a war within her. He knew she knew what that meant, she had laughed at stories of the like. Stories of mystic people with persuasion in their eyes and words and spells that could be spoken and never broken. Tales of old that followed centuries of life lived before them. She didn’t believe in the far fetched. But the far fetched had broken through her home, broken through her resolve and created belief in her heart. She nodded, seemingly accepting the explanation but took a breath and pressed on anyway.

“How do you know?”

“You kept me calm. One look in your eyes and I felt like myself again,” Calum explained, a sudden rush of memory from the night previous invading him. He remembered the gaze they shared and the sense of himself that came crashing back into him. He knew the moment he first looked into her eyes, the pattern in her irises one he was familiar with. He’d only seen it once before, just before the moon phased him. “I met someone like you before,” he said though that wasn’t entirely true. He was nearly positive he hadn’t met anyone quite like her, only someone with a similar ability. “He tried to use me but the full moon took away my senses.”

“He didn’t keep you calm?”

“I guess some people have a stronger pull. Maybe it’s less to do with what you are but more who you are,” Calum explained, almost certain that whether she was born with the power of persuasion he could find himself within her grasp in any case.

“Stay?” The question was simple but the emotions evoked from looking into her eyes was stronger, more complicated and a battle in and of itself. “I won’t ask again,” she warned with glossy eyes.

Calum shook his head no. He couldn’t. He couldn’t stay and now he was convinced neither could she. He didn’t want to imagine what might happen if she stayed and anyone else were to find out about the power within her.

“Come with me?” Calum asked, the three words escaping him before he could think them through. But he knew deep down they were the right ones.

“Where would we go?”

“Anywhere,” he said with a far off look in his eyes. “We can follow the river or the sea,” he added and took a deep breath, knowing he needed to convince her, knowing he lacked the power of persuasion the way she did. “We can keep each other safe.”

She took a look around the remnants of her home and guilt tore at Calum for a moment until he realized all he did was to keep her alive and well. He could keep her safe. She could keep him as himself even when the moon phased and tried to tear away his humanity.

“Okay,” she agreed with a small smile, surprisingly needing no other convincing. “I’ll go with you.”

***

Water rushed past rocks, jagged edges meeting the smooth flow of the stream. Wind blew softly through the forest, a day of calm following the harrowing night of the full moon. The sun shone a little bit brighter than usual, the clouds were nonexistent and the town Calum and Honey left behind stayed unaware to the altercations and revelations the night brought. Flashes of fire and silver in Calum’s mind left them running at first, but ignorance swayed them to a slower pace. The village knew of stories and superstition but their reclusive stay at the cottage on the lonely hill bid them time to make their escape. His hand held hers and he realized the lifelines on their palms aligned and ran parallel to each other. She was cool though the sun beat down. She was calm though her world had shifted overnight.

They walked on, leaving footprints in the earth and the past behind them. Calum wasn’t sure where they were going, he never really was when he left after the moon changed him. He figured they might follow the stream, wander out of the woods and find the sea. With her at his side he was certain it didn’t matter where they ended up. She swayed their hands, caught gazes with him and didn’t so much as falter when a howl carried through the breeze. Calum stiffened but kept walking, his senses heightened at the call—though he was certain it was a regular wolf in the woods there was still a bite of apprehension flowing through his bloodstream, making the scar on his back burn with curiosity. The world was filled with more than met the eye. Calum knew there was more than him and her, more than wolves and persuasions, there was sharpened teeth and blood, beautiful songs of the ocean that turned to watery graves, fire and death, the natural turning to something more and something less. He led them away from the howl.

“You still have it?” Calum asked.

Honey nodded, hand reaching into the pocket on her dress, the bullet shining under the glare of the sun. He nodded his approval and kept them walking. He wondered where they would end up, what would happen at the next turn of the moon. He hoped they could stay together in spite of the silver scars and red ruins that brought them together. 

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uhhh werewolf!michael is a great concept on it's own, it's so good. But combined with prey!Luke?? That's even better. Michael hunting Luke down, because he smelled something and his instincts are kicking in. He doesn't even know why, only that he has to 🌼

Horny little faun that he is, Luke just can’t help leeching the good pheromones and shit wherever he goes, even if he’s just out foraging for berries and mushrooms 🍒 He wanders far while looking for food and one night he gets caught out after dark, but he’s come this way so many times he doesn’t worry about it, he just keeps harvesting plants thinking he’ll head home at dawn. Michael catches his scent and doesn’t know what it is, but it smells delicious, so he follows it for hours until it’s overwhelming 🤤 unsuspecting Luke is looking for a place to sleep when a huge fucking werewolf jumps out of the shrubs and pins him down, immediately jamming its nose in his hole to sniff. At first, he terrified bc everyone’s heard scary stories about werewolves, but then this one licks his hole and he’s like 😳 friendly werewolf?

#if any faun is gonna make friends with a werewolf by fucking it #it’s Luke #lh/5sos #mc/5sos #nsft #au: forest

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what about having alpha calum help you through your first heat? imagine being overwhelmed and scared as this is your first heat off of heat blockers but he’s there every step of the way. you get sweet loving alpha but also bomb dick, it’s a win win

Hey. Sorry answering your ask took that long, but i hope you’re still here to see it. This little episode gives more details to Calum and Emily’s story and explains his former issues with omegas, which I mentioned in the beginning of “The Girl Who Cried Wolf”. The smut is not that massive. Hope you enjoy.

The town fair was in full glow. Hot summer night filled with all the lights and smells of popcorn and caramel. Calum was walking along the fair with his yet only pure blood and two more best friends, merely to spend the evening, not tempted by the flashing lights of a kissing booth or a ferris wheel. He was young, just turned 21, and only a year and a half an alpha of his own pack. They were messing around with boys and he didn’t see Emily, until Ashton started mocking him again. Calum warded the mocking with a simple shrug of his shoulders and went in an opposite direction, not forgetting to spare Emily another lingering look though. He liked her, he really did. She was younger, the daughter of one of the first families in his pack. Sweet and cute and funny, she was probably everything a young wolf like him could wish for. But she hasn’t ascended yet and that complicated things. At least for Calum. He understood his duty of an alpha despite his young age, and even though Ashton often teased him for being too serious about it, Calum just couldn’t help it. Pack was the most important thing in his life and he couldn’t jeopardize it just because he liked the girl. Especially if the girl liked him back. 

He went back home pretty late. A little house he purchased couple months ago, after his and Ashton business started really taking off. The rooms were empty and Calum wondered for what seemed like a hundredth time what it would be like to come home where someone was waiting for him. He missed his family, though never regretted leaving them to go and seek his own fortune in this world. But imagining being with somebody still was odd for him. Maybe he should have gotten a pet?

The knock on the door worried him, as it was already past midnight. Emily’s parents were standing at his porch, fear and distress in their eyes. 

“Alpha?” the older woman looked at him, all her trust in him settled in her silent request.

Her husband was keeping silent, topic too delicate for him to discuss it with another man. But his wife handled everything right. Telling how Emily came home after the fair visibly ill and refused any food. And how later her mother found her on her bed, temperature rising and her mind clouded with lust. They were old enough to recognise an omega ascending and as there was no romantic interest in Emily’s life (at least not one they knew about) they came to the only wolf who could take responsibility for it. 

Calum only nodded and picked up his car keys. The ride to their house was short, he had exactly enough time to leave messages to Ashton and Mike. He entered the house and went upstairs as quietly as he could, not to wake up Emily’s two younger brothers. He knocked at her door, merely to show respect, as he entered the very next moment, not waiting for the response. She was on her bed, her pj tight around her thin frame, her skin covered in cold sweat. He kneeled down at her bed, stroking away her hair out of her forehead. 

“Emily?” he called on her almost in a whisper. 

“Hey, alpha,” she tried to smile.

“Do you know what’s going on with you?” Calum asked. It wasn’t a question for him, he could smell her from the front door, but he could imagine how confusing it might be for her.

Her weak nod was the only response she was capable of. He could see her body shaking and asked himself, if it was from lust or fear.

“Okay, gonna take you from here, alright?” 

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” she whispered before he even touched her.

Calum looked her in the eyes, all the worries of the world dancing inside them. He sighed. “Are you afraid?” he asked instead of answering her awkward offer of an escape for him. He didn’t want that escape in the first place. And for that matter, he wouldn’t be able to now, for her scent driving him mad, playing with every nerve end he had in his body. Wolf instincts, as old as the world itself, were leading them now. 

Emily met his straight look and nodded.

“Are you..?” Calum started, not able to finish his question. “Have you..?” he tried again. 

Her smile was weak, the only reaction she could profes to his endearing awkwardness. “I’ve been with men before,” she answered.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

She shrugged. Then took a deep breath. “You,” she stated simply. Then added, “Myself. What’s going to happen. How it’ll change my life.”

“Nothing will have to change,” Calum said, pushing a small smile for her. “You’ll just know your place in the pack. But everything else will stay the same.”

She nodded again, hey eyelids flattered, lust she never knew before overwhelming her.

“Now, do you trust me?” Calum asked, getting they had little time.

“With my life, alpha,” Emily whispered. 

Without wasting any more time, Calum picked her up from her bed and went downstairs. He already talked to her parents, explaining what he was about to do and getting their silent consent. 

By the time they came back to Calum’s house, Emily seemed almost unconscious. Her hands were shaking like crazy, eyes were looking past object without seeing them, her mind clouded with her need and Calum’s presence. Calum led her to his bedroom and left her for couple of minutes. When he came back, Emily was just standing in the middle of the room, her wondering look on the bed, hands clasping on her own shoulders. Calum put the glass of water he brought for her on the bedside table and turned to Emily. 

“Do you know what we have to do?”

Emily shivered visibly, her hands still on her shoulders. “Yes, alpha,” her voice was weak and she was afraid to look at Calum. Surprisingly she was more shy of what she felt to the wolf before her, than of what they were about to do. 

“Is there anyone you’d rather have here than me?”

“No, alpha,” she said, this time looking at Calum with sincerity. 

Calum nodded and came up to her. Cupped her face, waited till she closed her eyes and kissed her. The kiss was long and tender, his plump lips so soft against her bitten ones. A whimper sounded between them as she leaned into the kiss, pressing her hands to his chest. He brought her closer, one of his arms enveloping her shoulders. His free hand went lower, squeezing her bum and making her whimper again. 

Calum felt his blood starting to boil. He’d liked this girl for so long, and having her now like that, pressed to him and moaning into his lips was turning him on beyond control. Emily put her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, only thin layers of clothing separating their burning bodies. She stood up on her tiptoes, her abdomen brushing over his half hard cock and he had to stop for a moment, not to throw her right on the bed and take her as hard as he only could.

“Alpha?” she asked, taken by surprise, nervousness back in her voice. “Did I do something wrong?”

Calum huffed, soft smile back on his face. How could she ever do anything wrong? He came up to her again, kissing gently the corner of her mouth and tugging on her tee. 

“Let’s take this off, yeah?” he whispered, his lips going lower to her shoulder, while his hands sliding up her sides, taking soft fabric with them. Emily lifted her arms, letting him take her top off, her hearing registered his hiss, as he understood she had nothing underneath. She tried to step back, to look up at him to understand what this hiss meant, but had no chance, as Calum pulled her in, his lips assaulting her neck. He moved her closer to his bed, laying her down on the cold sheets, his lips not leaving her skin, sliding lower and leaving the burning marks where they were touching her. 

“Alpha,” Emily whimpered, when his lips covered one of her nipples. Calum felt her shaking hand slide down his shoulder, her nails scratching his skin. He looked up at her, her eyes rolling up. He didn’t have time for this, he understood. Whatever he wanted to do, they’d have time for it later. Now he should have release her, give her racing mind a moment to slow down. And there was only one way to do it.

Calum rose up to her and kissed her lips, fast, sucking on her lower lip, and then mumbled, “Gonna do it fast, okay?”

Emily just nodded, while Calum picked up a condom from his bedside table. He sat up to pull his sweats down fast and roll the condom on his dick and turned then to Emily again. 

“Lift up,” he mumbled tugging on her shorts. She obeyed and Calum took them off in one go. And lost his breath, again. She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping. Poor girl must have been aching for him already. He picked her legs and made her lift up her knees. 

“Need you opened up for me, sweetheart.”

She didn’t have time to answer anything, not like she had any idea what she could answer to that. She didn’t even have so much time to blush, as Calum entered here that very moment and she saw it. Not stars, no random metaphor could do. Emily saw her destiny, her vocation. She knew her place in the world and in the pack and was accepting it fearlessly. 

Calum stayed with her through the whole heat. He was attentive, tender and quiet. Too quiet for Emily’s liking, but she understood it was difficult for him too. When the heat was over, he drove her back home, insisted on her keeping his hoodie and left without any other word.

He came back though, couple days later. Refused to stay for dinner, but walked with Emily through the park. They didn’t tell much to each other that evening, yet Calum left her with the light heart, seeing she was alright and more than just comfortable in her new role. But Emily wasn’t just relieved, she was elated. All her secret wishes were coming true, her alpha cared for her. And it was all she could care about. He mind was rushing in working out her plan. 

“Emily?” Calum didn’t expect to see her on his porch so late that Thursday night, but stepped aside nonetheless, letting her in. He could feel she was nervous about something, her adrenalin adding a sharp tone to her smell. 

“Hi, alpha,” she dropped under her breath, almost a whisper.

Calum winced from that addressing. He didn’t mind his wolves calling him alpha, knowing it was his rightful title. But there was something in the way she said it he didn’t like. Too much of an obedience, too little of a choice. “Please, you can call me by the name, when we’re alone,” the reminder followed as he closed the door. 

Somehow these simple words brought her to action. Calum didn’t mean anything but his own comfort, but she obviously seen much more in this friendly gesture. She turned back to him and closed the distance between them in two fast steps, her hands flying up to his face and her lips already covering his lips. The kiss was desperate, needy even. The moment their lips parted Calum took a step back. 

“Emily, you don’t…” he had no idea what he wanted to say. She didn’t have to? But nobody was making her. She didn’t want? Yet here she was by her own will. She didn’t know what she was doing? She knew everything better than him, he thought, watching her tiny dress slide down to her feet leaving her completely bare before him. 

“Yes, I do,” she assured him, kissing him again.

Calum tried to stop her, he really tried not to give in. But he was just 21, he really liked her and she was giving herself to him willingly. So he embraced her tiny body in his arms and tried to forget everything for the night. 

Though the morning did come after all. And brought all his doubts back. Only they were no longer doubts. The way she shivered the next morning and frowned as soon as her eyes opened, how quiet she was as if she was trying to hear something happening inside her, everything was proving him right.

Calum took a deep breath over a cup of coffee he made for her and gathered all his strength. 

“I think you shouldn’t come like that anymore,” he said softly, handing her the cup.

Emily looked up at him as if he hit her.

“I know what you were trying to do.” Calum put the cup in front of her, as she made no effort to take it. “But there was no need. If we were mates, you’d have gone into the heat right after your ascendance.”

Emily was looking at the table absent-mindedly. “I thought, it was because of the ascendance. I thought if we did it again…”

“Well, we did. You’re not in the heat. We’re not mates,” he concluded and looked at her shaking frame. “I’m sorry,” Calum added.

“It’s not your fault,” Emily responded. 

Calum only nodded. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Just a random misfortune for the two of them. 

“But, we still can…” Emily started. Calum looked at her in confusion. “I mean, I know you liked me even before that. And you don’t have anyone. Let me stay by your side, alpha.”

Her eyes were full of tears and her voice full of hope, but instead of softening Calum, making him pull his guard down, it only make things worse. 

“Why do you want it, Emily?” he asked, voice full of iron.

“What?”

“Why do you want to be with me?” he repeated, his blood was boiling inside him. He knew the answer well enough, but she had to say it out loud for her own good.

“I… I just like you, Calum, what's wrong with that?” her voice was trembling even more, her fear now adding to the nerve.

“And why do you like me?”

Emily was looking at him with her eyes wide open, utterly stuck in search for an answer. 

Calum breathed out and ordered, not asked this time, “Answer me, omega!”

She couldn’t fight the direct order, no one could. “Because you’re my alpha and my purpose is to obey you,” words left her before she had so much time to process them. She covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her pretty face, but it was too late. She couldn’t take them back. And there was nowhere to hide from the truth. 

Calum inhaled and leaned back on the counter, looking around his tiny kitchen. He bought this house not so long ago, but he knew it was a temporary shelter. If everything goes as planned, he soon will be able to afford more spacious one, with enough place not only for him but also for the one he’ll call his family. And this very moment it struck him he couldn’t imagine Emily in that future kitchen of his. He couldn’t quite fathom that woman now, but he was sure in one thing. Emily wasn’t her.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. 

“It’s not your fault,” she repeated. 

In a minute she wasn’t there, leaving his house silently. She didn’t need any other explanations. Wolves mated. Alphas never took advantage of the omegas of their packs. These were the laws they lived by and no one could change them, no matter how much they wanted.

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