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Cum Together - Curtis Part 1

Curtis Everett x You

Warning: 18+, Multiple prompts: A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods, Shifter!Curtis Everett, Shifter!Reader, discussion of the transformation ritual and prima nocta, poisoning, mentioning of the results of poisoning. Less than decent parents. Grumpy Curtis in general.

Summary: You have accidentally come across a scheme that could shatter your shifter clan and your life. Unable to think of any way to stay away from this catastrophe, you turn to Curtis for help.

W/C: ~2.2k

A/N: the third entry to for this amazing event organized by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 <3 (I thought I could finish it by 5.4, but alas my muse is behind me - and to be fair it's a large story I suspect it will go 6k in total so I'm dividing it into two parts ... or three, depends.

It is a pretty bitchy thing to do, you suppose, pranking on someone else. But you can't help it if - which in fact, indeed happened - that sneaky bitch Margo smeared red paint on your pants during the painting lesson and made it look like your period was a massive flood. You are getting your payback one way or another, and what better way is there than to put dead lizards into her bed?

Margo, just in case anyone within the thirty miles premises doesn't know her already, is the cheer leading captain of the Ridgemount High, which obviously has given her every right to bully other people.

To you, she is the daughter of the second-in-command of your shifter pack. She somehow believed herself to be the future pack leader, terrorizing and threatening any younger pack members who refuse to do her biddings.

She's 19, by the way. Same as you, in the senior year of high school.

Back to the subject.

Payback.

You collected a bag of dead lizards from the forest this morning. Holding the bag in your hand, you sneak near Margo's house as subtle as possible, walking on tip toes just so you wouldn't make a noise. The grown wolves of this pack could hear a branch snap a mile away, which is why you have to be quiet.

Maybe Lady Luck has been on your side, for the small venture towards Margo's house has been uneventful. You picked the time knowing precisely that most of the shifters are gathering at Paul's, where they will be discussing the upcoming transformation ceremony for the shifters who have come of the age 19 this year to transform, first time ever in their lives, into their wolf form under the moon. That would include you, Margo, and the Maximoff twins.

You are going to enter the house via the backdoor when you hear three men talking inside.

"... the best time to attack would be the ceremony," says one of the men. By the sound of his voice, you believe he is Margo's brother Halden, "He would never see this coming."

"He thought he was tired," sounding like Paul's younger brother Sam, sniggers another, "He doesn't suspect a thing other than his old age. By the way, great idea, the wolfsbane."

The wolfsbane is one of the deadliest plants known to you wolf shifters. What the hell are they planning? You cover your mouth not to make a sound, but you press your ear closer to the door.

"Paul would be in his weakness form on the night of the full moon." The third one joins the conversation, "I will challenge him then. He will lose fair and square. And nothing, I mean nothing will stop me from becoming the Alpha of this pack."

Fuck. It's an uprising. Your heart beats like the rhythm of war drums. The third one seems like Margo's father Jason. No wonder Margo has always held her head high like she was going to own the pack.

"When I'm in charge," huffing out an evil laugh, Jason continues, "I'm restoring prima nocta."

You have heard about prima nocta, a habit dying out decades ago. It was first initiated for the need of the leader of the pack, also known as pack Alpha, to pick the best and suiting female, his true mate, to bear his pups. But the "first-night" habit died out because female shifters would writher fairly quickly without the love and adoration after connecting to Alpha, since true mates are rather rare, and as shifter packs welcomed the more acceptable way of entering relationships like regular humans, "prima nocta" no longer exists except for some rare closed-off packs.

The three men share their visions of the sick and twisted ruling of this pack, but the thought of being owned and taken by a shifter twice your age has you nearly hurling your guts out.

The men plans a few more items before the sound of a loud slap makes you shudder. "I said Show me, goddammit!" Yells Jason, "I need to see the moon calendar!"

As they continue to plot and scheme against the pack Alpha Paul, you retreat in small steps. And you run. You run as fast as you could, far away from the house.

"So what do you need me for?" Asks Curtis, when he pours more chamomile tea into the porcelain mug in front of you.

Curtis joined the Wilford clan several years ago as a part-time doctor and a full-time herbologist. The Wilford clan needs access to fresh herbs, and your clan lacks a shifter doctor, hence, both clans have cut a deal.

Curtis would help diagnose and treat illness for your clan, and he could wander in your clan's mountains to harvest a patch of herbs he grows. In return, these herbs could be used by the Wilford clan as well.

Curtis has known both your clans well enough as an outsider who lives on the border of the two clans.

Your nails pick on the edge of the scorching mug nervously, as you truly have nowhere else to turn to, "My parents were on board with the uprising, as were a couple of families ... so I fled. And I'm not a wolf ... not yet, until the ceremony. I also know that Jason would claim every female wolf of age..." A bile of vomit rises to your throat at the thought, "Can you help me? To delay the transformation?" You look up at Curtis, hopefully, at the silent young shifter that has drifted from one clan to another. Rumor has it that he finished the transformation ceremony without the help of a clan, which is an utter rarity in the history of shifters.

Curtis scratches his eyebrows and hums, neither confirming nor denying your plea. His eyes stopped meeting yours upon hearing your request, sipping on his tea silently.

"I just need another moon cycle to figure out how I can run away from them. And find another clan." You ramble on, uncertain why you share your plan with a member of a foreign clan, especially someone who could possibly rat you out, as you barely know him, but you ramble on, "By the next full moon, I would be transforming into a wolf in another clan. That's plausible, right?"

Curtis finally glances at you. His brows furrow into a tight knot over his cerulean eyes, deadpans, "It's not that simple."

"But you have done it." You blurt out, clinging to your last line of hope, "They told me that you have transformed without a pack."

Curtis shakes his head, standing from his chair to boil water on the stove, clearly not willing to proceed on this topic further.

"Have you tried warning Paul Deckard? The ceremony is in two days." He checks the moon calendar on the wall.

"I -"

Truth is, you haven't.

Paul might not be the best pack Alpha in the world. He relies on Margo's family way too much and allows Jason and Halden to have their way with the pack already. You doubt telling Paul would make much difference, and it sure doesn't seem like Paul could outnumber so many families at the same time. Not to mention the wolfsbane poison could slowly drive him mad.

If you have to confess, you haven't thought about warning Paul at all, after learning your parents' intention of joining the uprising.

You were busy thinking about yourself. And your future. And whether you could live all by yourself.

And you instantly thought about Curtis.

"Okay." Curtis sighs heavily, dragging the chair across the table closer to you, before plopping down, "Clearly, you don't know the ceremony enough to ask me a dumb question like this."

"But -"

Curtis doesn't give you time to argue, he just continues on his own, "The moon calendar is precisely calculated so that the ceremony is at a night when the lunar power is at its peak. You miss this moon, you can't get it for another year."

"I -"

"Don't get me started on the postpone bullshit." He snaps at you, making you shudder involuntarily at his fist banging on the table, to which his voice lowers by a little, "It's risky as hell to cut yourself off from the lunar power. The Alpha in Dakota drank some wrong potion and cut himself from the lunar power and his wolf, guess what?"

"What?" You weakly offer.

"He splits his wolf spirit from his own." Curtis mocks with a cold sneer, "His pack has to put him under a mental facility, and now all he does is walk on all fours and sniff around like a dog. And before you ask," Curtis glares at your lips, when you are tempted to speak, "no, he cannot transform to his wolf form. Not now, not ever, not even the day he dies."

"One of the reason that the ceremony has to perform with the full pack," He adds, standing up to get the screeching kettle from the stove, pouring more hot water to the tea pot, "is to have the pack's mental energy concentrated on smoothing the transformation. When you turn wolf for the first time," Curtis sighs loudly, pouring himself a cup of tea, "You get your wolf spirit and your wolf form in a few seconds. It's easy to feel scared, different, angry, confused, a bucket full of emotions all at the sametime, and it is not easy to control your wolf without the psychic link of the pack, without the familiarity of your families. That's the reason why solo transformation ceremony is highly discouraged."

Chamomile tea is supposed to be soothing, but all you feel right now is bitter remorse of seeking for Curtis' help. You bite back the tears prickling your eyes, unsure why you came to him at the first place when all he does is dismantle your plan into a pile of turd.

"You are saying, there's no way that -" You take a long inhale, keeping yourself calm as much as possible. Yet, on the thought of you and a bunch of girls being the sex slaves of Jason has your tears bursting out of your sockets, streaming down your cheek.

The humiliation, the regret, and the embarrassment knock your brain out cold, and all you could do is to wipe the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

Curtis sighs one more time, before handing you a box of Kleenex.

You refuse it, though, pushing the tissues away and standing abruptly from your chair. "I'm sorry. This is a bad idea." You keep crying and sobbing, and wiping your tears, walking towards the door, "I understand now. I'll be out of your hair."

Curtis clenches his jaw out of ... mixed feelings, he guess. What a stubborn little pup you are, dreaming of delaying the transformation to escape the evil clutches of Jason.

It is inevitable, really, as pack leaders emerge every two or three decades, as the older Alpha weakens from disease and age, while younger Alpha emerges from their transformation ceremonies, and takes over. Sometimes it is a smooth transition of power, other times it could turn out like Jason and Paul, poisoning and scheming.

On a completely irrelevant note, he has to do this. To lend you a hand. A, Curtis isn't a complete bastard, despite what Wilford, the kind and loving Alpha, keeps telling others. And B, ... well, he'd rather not mention the second reason.

But he's not going to stand by and watch you risk your lives either, yours and your wolf's.

He runs his hand down his face, dashing forward and blocking the only exit out of this house because he could. Blocking your chance of running away because he doesn't want you to. And sighs again.

He has probably used up the annual quotation of his sighing.

"Stop." He growls.

It's an Alpha command. A voice that compells low-ranking shifters. It works better with blood ties and mating bonds, ordering the low-ranking ones to obey and deliver what the Alpha wants. It is cruel, that one stronger Alpha could command a weaker Alpha, or weak-minded shifters. He has thought about commanding Jason and Sam to stop, but he doubts it could work, as they could very well tear his throat before Curtis could say anything.

He hates issuing it, on another level. Just like how he hates it when he issued a command to Wilford years ago, ordering the pack Alpha to permit him to stay. Curtis has the power and the strength to be an Alpha. But he hates it. He hates it when his father Alpha-commanded his mother and his younger siblings to do dirty deeds for the Everett pack. Which was why he ran, and initiated the transformation ceremony on his own.

Yet he does it now, just so you might stay.

And you did. You don't know why you did. Your body responded to his words faster than your brain could proceed. Your steps freeze in their tracks, your shoulders shivering, afraid yet submissive to the natural command of an Alpha.

Curtis crosses his arms in utter annoyance and defeat. There is only one way that he know of, that could provide a safe transformation ceremony with less shifters involved.

If he tread carefully, it might work.

Might.

Sneak Peek for Part 2:

Your body can feel it. It is being called to at a wrong time, a wrong place. The moon is dropping low by the second and the right time has passed. The right time was hours ago.

Thirty minutes until the moon descends completely, and you have to get the wolf out.

Curtis paces around you.

"Sit down, will you? It's not like my wolf is counting your steps and waiting for the right number." You snap at him, despite knowing that you have dragged him into this mess in the first place. A little snarl slips out of your lips. Your wolf spirit is awakening, but not quite yet. Not quite there to unleash your wolf form.

Curtis has his gaze zeroing on you. His eyes narrow for a split second before pushing two words out of his clenched teeth:

"Excuse me?"

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You vow yourself to confinement. You will not leave your desk for any reason. You even brought a thermos of coffee. The container is a honey brown and the lid has bear ears, an animated face painted on the metal. It makes you smile despite the gloom that clouds you.

You don’t know how it happens. You always mean well but things always end up so wrong. So you’ve determined you’re better off on your own. Minding your own business and getting through the work day without calamity.

It’s lonely. You eat your lunch in your cubicle, watching a crochet video on the small screen of your phone. You still can’t figure out how to get just the right shape for the hippo you’ve been working on. It’s the final piece in your collection; to go along with the giraffe, the elephant, lion, and zebra. With your new job, you haven’t even had the energy to try.

You get back to work, eyes fuzzy as you stare at the spreadsheet. Millennia of human existence and for what? For excel and stale coffee? Is this really progress?

You reign in your wandering mind and work through the numbers. You just want to get through your first week. That will be a feat you can be proud of. You drain the last lukewarm sip from your thermos and pout. You could really use a refill but you will resist. You can’t risk it.

At the end of the day, you sneak out down the stairwell. You’re breathless by the time you reach the bottom, dizzy from the winding levels above. You shake it off and head off. You could use a nice hot bath, those office chairs are really not comfy.

Your night goes by as any does. You get your bath and eat some ramen before tucking into bed and mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You fall asleep with the light on and wake up to the blare of your alarm the next morning.

It’s Friday! You get up and get dressed. A lilac skirt that buttons up the front and a frilly white blouse on top. You pull on a lemon yellow cardigan and a pair of matching flats. It’s bright and fun! Unlike anything else in that gray office.

You shove one of the pillows from the couch into your bag, the one that looks like a sprinkle donut, and grab your thermos. You race out to catch the bus and throw yourself into the day ahead. You just need to make it to the end and you have the whole weekend ahead of you.

Once at your cubicle, you settle in. You place the donut pillow on the thin cushion of the office chair and kneel on the floor as you work at readjusting the backrest and arms. You get up and plop down, testing the height and swiveling a bit. It’s slightly better.

You roll closer to your desk and boot up for the day. You reach for your pen cup but stop short as you find only the boring Bic sticks that overflow the supply cupboards. Huh?

You reach under your desk and grab your bag. You stir around, certain you careless slid your pen in there. You can’t find it! Your most favourite pen is gone. There’s a tiny penguin at the end and the pen’s body is filled with water and glitter that shimmers and looks like falling snow. Where is it?

Your panic has you searching the empty drawers of the desk and down on your knees crawling around. You don’t find it. You give up as your chest sinks and you mope at your monitor, clicking mindlessly on your Outlook and the company’s shared drive.

You sit back and uncap your thermos. You take a drink and nearly choke. Oh no! It’s so bitter it leaves your tongue gritty. The filter must’ve split in the machine again. You let out a blech and get up, letting your chair roll back carelessly.

You go down to the break room and dump the coffee down the sink. That’s when you remember you’re not supposed to be in there. Shoot. You look around. It’s empty. You should have time enough to fill your cup.

You go to the machine and pick a pod from the rack. You don’t pay attention to the flavour, you just want coffee. You wait for the machine to grind and claim your cup as the brew stops below the brim. You quickly retreat back to your desk and sit, leaving the lid off the thermos to let it cool.

Ow! Your tailbone hits the thin seat and jars your spine. You get up and look down at the barren cushion. Your pillow is gone. What the heck?

You roll the chair around, thinking maybe you knocked it off when you stood up. It’s not that hard to miss. Nope, it’s gone.

You look over at Dana as he yawns over a Starbucks cup. She has no donut under her bottom. Who would do that? Who would steal your pillow? You chew your lip and resign yourself to another day of discomfort.

You taste the coffee. Mmm, it must be the dark roast. It’s full-bodied and rich, slightly smoky. You don’t usually go for it, you prefer more caffeine. It might be good for you, you really don’t need the extra jitter.

You plant your elbow beside your keyboard and fall into your work. The office awakens around you. The clack of keys, the clicking of mice, and the low voices that rise and fall over cubicle walls.

You lean back and check the time. Barely an hour in. You stretch your neck and massage your shoulders as you try to work out the kink of your poor posture. As you do, you sense a shadow approach Dana’s desk. You shift your chair and peek over, quickly wheeling back to your desk to hunch down and hide. It’s him.

“Phillips,” he calls her by her last name, “you still in charge of supplies?”

“Morning, Curtis,” she replies tritely, “what is it? We don’t have budget left for tech upgrades until end of month.”

“Coffee,” he growls, “dark roast.”

You tap your foot nervously. You didn’t know he liked the dark roast. If you did, you wouldn’t have taken the last pod. Maybe you should offer him what you have left… no, you should just leave him be.

“I’ll add it to the list,” Dana acquisces dismissively, “anything else?”

He grunts but doesn’t answer as he pivots on his heel. You peek up above the wall of your cubicle and immediately regret it. His attention is drawn by the movement and his eyes meet yours as his features twist into a scowl. You try to smile and he rolls his eyes before setting his shoulders and striding away.

Oh, you have an idea!

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