#fo wolf pack

[thebigoblin]

dumb & dumber

tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Failwolf Derek Hale, Failhuman Stiles Stilinski, is that a tag? it should be actually, Implied Sexual Content, Possessive Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Failwolf Betas, they're all just dumb tbh

"You know, you're kind of the worst," he says this with a pout on his face, the television in front of him blinking back his own face at him. He sorta looks cute with a pout. Huh.

Beside him, the couch dips with the weight of his boyfriend. An arm snakes up along the back of the couch, and he moves forward before that arm and his shoulders can make contact. The huff he gets at his pettiness has him scoffing right back.

"You're being petty."

"And you're an asshole. What's new?"

Another huff. A sigh. He stares forward, resolute.

"Stiles, please." Nope. He is not giving in. He deserves to be upset! "Baby," and oh no.

Stiles turns towards his left, and sees the forlorn look on Derek's face. His eyes are searching Stiles', likely trying to impart how unhappy he is, and how much he wants Stiles' forgiveness.

Stiles might have turned around to actually have a conversation, but hey, he's still got the upper hand here. When Derek reaches out to hold his hand, Stiles takes his wayward limbs towards himself and crosses his arms. Derek isn't happy, his nostrils flaring, but hey, Stiles isn't happy, either.

"Why are you so angry at me?"

Stiles instantly points a finger at his dumb boyfriend, wagging it at that dumb gorgeous face to punctuate his point, "Oh ho ho, don't you play the dumb boyfriend card with me! I wish I could tell Lydia she's right and that all men, no matter the age, suck at being a good boyfriend. But welp! I can't, can I? Because even now, after months of us having been together, I cannot tell people I have a boyfriend! Nobody in the fucking pack knows who you are to me, and you know what Erica has been planning, huh? Huh?"

Derek blinks his dumb, gorgeous eyes at him. He has been staring at these eyes for counting on four months now, but he still can't pinpoint what colors they are. Are they blue? Green? Hazel with gold flecks in them?

Fuck. He is getting distracted. He once again wags his finger at Derek's face, who, this time around, wraps his big, rough arms around it and pulls Stiles forward until Stiles stumbles right onto Derek's lap, and really, why is the universe so unfair? Why is Derek in a barely there wife-beater and grey sweats?

"You know what I am to you, Stiles."

Stiles resolutely stares at Derek's chest. His hands are gripped tight in Derek's, but Derek lets one of his hands go free to grab at his chin, forcing him to look up at the eyes that reflect the early morning sun in a deep, beautiful forest.

"Baby, I am yours."

"But not to the world. To them, you're a single, hot, in much need of a date Alpha werewolf. You're not mine in their eyes, Der."

His heart doesn't waver at the truth, but his chemosignals must change because Derek leans down to rub their noses together, dragging his down to Stiles' neck, scenting him.

Claiming him, in a way.

"If Erica is planning a date for me, she's not competent as a wolf. I might not have told them we are dating, but you smelling much more like us should be a clue."

Stiles noses his way down from Derek's nose to his neck, bites at the junction between it and shoulders just to be a little shit. Derek arches under him, and it has Derek's dick, from under the damned grey sweats, rubbing a delicious friction against Stiles' ass.

"We smell good, huh, Alpha?" He could say more, but Derek is already panting like he cannot take it any more, and hey, that is lips on his own and he can't really speak now, can he?

Derek kisses him with passion, pushes him down back on the couch so he is on top of Stiles.

"Erica needs to learn how to use her fucking nose. You smell like mine," Derek's growl has Stiles instantly wanting to take off his clothes and present to him, down on all fours and ready to blackout in bliss for hours, but.

Stiles pushes at Derek's chest so there's space between them, and asks, a bit breathless, "Why haven't we just told them?"

"You're a fucking tease. I'm going to ruin you once this conversation is over, understand?"

Stiles stares back, wide-eyed, pupils evidently dark. Licks his lips. Nods.

Derek grabs his hair and wrenches him in for a deep kiss before letting go, putting space between them.

They don't speak for a few minutes, trying to get back to some semblance of control. Once they are, Derek speaks.

"I haven't told anyone... because I forgot."

If this weren't Derek, and he wasn't Stiles, he would have been offended. Because what the fuck? But he is Stiles, and this is Derek, so.

"You figured everyone would use their super-sniffers?" Derek nods. "Except you also forgot not everyone is a werewolf, and that even those with super-sniffers are idiots. They would first figure out how to stop a bus with failing brakes from crashing by jumping in front of it rather than using their wolf strength to well, pull the bus Superman style."

"Yes, I'm aware my pack is brave but stupid. Especially because their leader is here with me."

"Hey!"

"Then why didn't you tell them?"

Stiles opens his mouth. Closes it. Scratches his head, his hair. Eyes fixed on the TV again, he mumbles, "I thought you didn't want to."

Derek takes his hand and points it at himself with a raised eyebrow. "Me? The one who has been scenting you extensively and making you wear butt-plugs? Me?"

His cheeks color with embarrassment. "Alright! We are both idiots. Got it."

"Truly made for each other." Derek again uses Stiles' hand to pull him forward, right until Stiles stis on Derek's lap. Again. Except this time Derek is already working to make Stiles' jeans dissappear. "Now, tell me about this date Erica has planned for me while you warm my cock with your pretty hole, okay, baby?"

"Yes, Alpha." Oh, coming to the Loft in a fit of anger/sadness was the best course of action today.

And Stiles is definitely going to pilfer that fancy-pants restaurant Erica has reserved for Derek's blind date with one of her college friends for a date for them.

And then he's going to be fucking annoying about calling Derek his, just like he is sure Derek is going to be insufferable about making it clear that Stiles is his in return.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek fics #sh.writesonmain #wrote this on monday and cleaned this up today #fun fact: did this while waiting for my turn during the recording of group presentations hehe #this week is so hectic #so glad this is the 2nd last week of sem!!!

[chai-berries]

patrols with abby were easy. you knew she had your back, being the best of the best in isaac’s eyes. you started training with her to go on missions in the first place so you both created an almost dance while on a mission. you talked, whispered, laughed. you packed your extra bags with his trash/her treasure bits and bobs you found in decrepit buildings, teetering on 2x4s like a gymnast. abby was currently obsessed with the olympics, the last one being in 2012. she found a bunch of magazines about it on her last trip and had delicately packed them in her bag, planning on reading them as soon as she got back. “did you know that…” lined your conversations for several patrols. your personal favorite fact that it was the first olympics where every nation had a woman representing.

she later admitted, when you had officially been together for just over a week, that you were the last person to still be interested in what she was talking about. even nora tapped out after an hour-long spew about the shoes track and field athletes wear. manny tapped out after 5 minutes, during which he thought abby was joking around the whole time.

the point is you guys had it down to a tee. and yet, neither of you saw it coming. one second abby is laughing at something you said, turning around to respond, and the next second she’s pointing a gun over your shoulder. you freeze, back tensed up. an arm that is neither yours nor abby’s wraps around your neck and pulls you against a chest. the breath you let out from the action is sucked back into your lungs when you feel the cold metal of the gun tap against your temple. your mind shuts down on you, your fear overshadowing all you know about self-defense. your eyes stay locked on abby’s face. if you’re going to die, you want the last thing you see to be her.

“let. her. go.” abby bites out. her hand is steady, the gun pointed at whoever had you in a chokehold. “and i’ll think about letting you live.”

the man, who you assume is a man, tugs you closer to their body. you hear them wet their lips before speaking through a smile.

“now, i don’t want to hurt either of you,” it is a man. and his nonchalant response makes your stomach turn. “i don’t hurt young ladies like yourself,” he continues lewdly. his hold tightens on you again but this time he moves you so your body is pressed tight against his. abby continues to stare him down, her finger itching to fire a shot right in his head for touching you.

you bring both hands around his arm and sneak them between it and your neck. abby clocks your shift and switches her focus to the smug son of a bitch on the other side of her gun. she barely blinks before firing one clean shot in his shoulder, causing him to jump back and let you go. you dive near abby’s feet and move to stand behind her.

the man is moaning loudly. “now why did you do that?” he cries, holding his shoulder.

“c’mon man, if i have to explain it to you, you really are better off dead.” abby steps towards the man, who scuttles away on the floor. with you behind her, abby let’s go of the breath she’d been holding. she kneels over the curled up man, the hand on his shoulder stained red.

“who are you? are you alone?”

“ya think im gonna tell you?” the man croaks out.

abby kicks the gun away. “if you want to live i’d suggest talking. you’re in wolf territory.”

he freezes at the last sentence and abby tenses up again.

you freeze as well and call for abby. “c’mon. abby, we — we should go. ab—”

“no! we heard about a group moving in. they killed austin and half their group,” she says to you, her attention still on the man. “was that you?” she asks him. when he doesn’t say anything, abby knows her answer. she thinks back to what issac told her. that anyone in that group needs to be eliminated. no matter what. and you being on patrol wasn’t an exception in anyone’s eyes but abby’s.

“step back,” she nods her head at you. you immediately comply, taking several steps back as abby stands back up.

SHE KILLS FOR YOU: she looks down at the man and fires a single shot. you squeeze your eyes shut at the sound and don’t open them until you feel abby’s hand on your cheek. you blink up at her as she scans your face. you know you probably look a mess. sweat and dirt covering your face no matter how hard you try to keep it clean.

“you okay?” she asks, brows furrowed.

you nod. “yeah. not my first time witnessing a death, unfortunately. but i’m okay.” you lean into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. after a minute of scanning you for any tiny scratches, she lets you go and readjusts her backpack, slipping her gun into the holster.

“c’mon, let’s go back early. we need to report this to the group.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

SHE DOESN’T KILL FOR YOU: “get up!” abby watches the man struggle to stand. he stumbles and abby uses her free hand to hold him up. when he’s stable, she steps back. “if i was alone you’d be dead by now. you’re lucky. go back to your group and tell them to stay out of this area. this is your only warning. now go!” the man stutters for a second before he staggers away. you take a step towards abby.

“abs — abby?” she keeps facing the direction the man went but doesn’t shy away from your touch. you run your hand up her arm and to the nape of her neck. “you okay?”

“yeah,” she sighs. she turns to look at you. your eyes are glassy and wide. she reaches up to wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “c’mon we need to head back. one of the survivors said they had a big crew and isaac needs to know what happened before tomorrow’s patrol.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

#abby loves you so much :((((((((( #olympic nerd abby is all i want!!!! tell me everything baby girl #😍😍😍 #first canon blurb as well!!! i saw ppl mentioning how there isn’t many canon abby fics #and i had it 75% done already soooo ta daaaaa #abby brainrot era #mads’ headcanons #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #tbh… #the man in this fic is my worst nightmare #i’d like to think abby would demolish any man who made me uncomfortable in any aspect #ok bye <3

[paperstarwriters]

When Things Go Wrong (Feat. Inanna)

I know the larger trend is to lean comedy, but I couldn't help myself lmao. Also oof, the fic ended up with a lot less focus on things going wrong and a lot more focus on repair. Whoops lmao Pairing: Inanna & Reader (Platonic; familial), Muriel & Reader (Platonic, though could also be viewed as romantic)

Warnings: slight angst, hurt/comfort, Reader deals with feelings of inadequacy, Inanna acts a lot like Muriel.

Summary: Inanna had lost her pack once before, but here, she found a new pack with you and Muriel. It's small, but it's hers, and she will do what she can to protect every member of this little pack. So, when things go wrong, she has to fix it.

Vesuvia Weekly Prompt | Masterlists | The Arcana Masterlist Word Count: 4,085

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"And? When it all goes wrong, what will you do?"

When Inanna was a pup, she would have flashed her teeth in a terrifying snarl, gnash her jaws and howled her answer: "Fight! I would fight, I will fight!" But that is the bark of a child, of a pup, though she knows many grown wolves who would yowl the same sentiment.

Perhaps she shouldn't treat this as if she was somehow wiser. After all, it is wise for a wolf to solve problems with their fellows in a wolfish manner. The predicament occurs when you're dealing with a not-wolf-pack. Two strange magicians with one that too often loves to leave the pack and explore like an overeager puppy, while the other stumbles around occasionally like a newborn. Of course, then there was the snake, mischievous in the same way their wandering puppy magician was, and yet somehow much worse from their small intimidating size, and ability to slip behind and between and into things, without other people knowing. It's terrifying sometimes to see a snake and fear for your life only to realize it's your friend, covered in mud, intent on scaring you to death.

There were others as well, the tall slim bird-man. who sometimes had the face of a bird with cold unblinking eyes which he could somehow remove and leave on a wall, with his own raven friend who freaked out at the slightest inconvenience. There was the soft one, with her tiny little cat, who blinked and "meep!"ed at random intervals and fascinated Inanna to no end, unless she got angry which made her far more terrifying.

There was the wispy one, dressed in spiderwebs with an owl by her side. Inanna liked the owl, for their conversations, but she could never get around the sight of it turning it's head all the way around to stare her down. She's tried it before, it's very very hard to do, and yet the owl can do it without even blinking. Not to mention how irritatingly silent she can be sometimes as she flies around them.

Ah, but in short, they were an eclectic bunch, and though they didn't stay as closely together as a typical pack would, they were close enough, visiting often and being kind to each other. Especially her familiar, and the stumbling magician-ling. Muriel rolled his eyes at the title she gave you. Magician-ling, as if you were a newborn magician. She knew that wasn't true, but she thought it was a fonder title than, the undead. Muriel certainly seemed to prefer it.

Muriel certainly seemed to prefer you.

She remembers the delight in watching the two of you grow close, how you seemed to open the floodgates of connection and re-established his ability to find solace in a pack, to have friends, to have fellows he could rely on. Perhaps not fellow wolves, but someone at least. After he grew close to you, suddenly he was eating with others, suddenly he wasn't so alone anymore. And neither was she. She loves you for that, for giving her a pack to be with again, even if it was more spread out, and even if there were sometimes where they'd end up alone again, it was a little pack she found herself a part of all over again. Her pack. Her home.

And as you spent more and more time sleeping in their den, sharing Muriel's warmth, and cuddling up with her, she found her delight as a member of a pack of three. Muriel was happier with you to, so, so happy as his face grew soft, and his smiles grew wide, and when he did his chores, or wandered through the forest, you would sometimes jump up and delight her in a game, in a chance to chase, and jump and throw and catch, and sometimes, Muriel would join in too, and like a pair of wolves chasing after an agile deer, she would hunt you alongside Muriel peppering your face with kisses instead of bites when they inevitably found and caught you.

It was fun. It was happy. Small as you may be the three of you were a pack, which was why she had to fix this.

She knows why it happened, why you left so suddenly, and she's ashamed to know she had a paw in your sorrow large and clumsy as she was, she had knocked over your inkwell onto your book. You had been working on that so intently, staying up so late... too late in her and Muriel's opinion. It was the source of so many of your disagreements, and when you found it soaked in ink, all you did was cry.

She didn't mean to. She really didn't mean to. Her tail hit the bottle when she saw you finally taking a break and it just spilled all over the pages. And in that moment, you didn't dare to even look at her.

"Don't follow me," you had told Muriel with a frightening look in your eyes. You didn't say the same to her, though Muriel tried to argue for her to follow regardless.

"They don't want to be bothered," he insisted. "I... I think they just need to take a breather."

She could tell, in the way that familiars could, that more than anything, he wanted to defy that request. Instead, with his dexterous hands, he tries to salvage your work, to clean up the mess that she made, that she's helpless to fix, that she would only ever worsen if she even dared lay a paw upon it.

Still, she had to do something.

Muriel doesn't call after her when she slips out the door. The sound of wood creaking open, the sound of it slamming shut after was unmistakable, but he says nothing, despite that deep connection that would have allowed her to hear him despite the distance. He's silent, and though her chest pangs at the thought of leaving him in that state, she knows finding you, and fixing her mistake would surely bring you back, would surely fix his mood. So she tracks you down, the agile deer she's caught many times before, following your familiar scent, the familiar prints you leave in the forest around you, and finds you far far far away, crying, and gasping, panicking in that way she's seen Muriel do so many times before.

And in that way she's done to Muriel so many times before, she curls around you, lets you rest your head against her pelt, and quietly speaks, though she knows you can't hear.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to."

You lean into her touch, sob into her fur, and don't accept her apology, unable to understand a word she speaks. Her distress, is visible, is audible and you try to sniffle and pat her but you're too caught up in your own distress to try and console her. He licks at your tears, wiping them away like she's seen Muriel do with his hands, and you giggle at the feeling. She doesn't intend to make you giggle, but she keeps licking over and over again, if only to hear you laugh instead of cry.

"Inanna!" You bat her away, as gently as you can manage, and it pains her to be unable to tell you the same things Muriel does. You sound so sweet when you laugh, so why must you cry? Why cling to the sorrow she's given you when all she wants is to make you smile?

She wishes you could understand when she says how sorry she is.

Still, she curls around you, tucks her head atop your lap, and tries to keep you warm, to keep you company as you struggle to terms with the mistake she's made in you. At the very least, you sweep the tears from her eyes, and you fix her with a sad and tired look, like a puppy denied her mother. A pup denied her home.

Inanna knows she is giving you the same stare.

"I'm sorry Nana," you mumble perhaps in reply to her own sorrow, and she presses her face further against you, agonized at the idea that she has made you sorry. That you feel the need to apologize at all. Was it not her mistake that made you cry? Was it not her mistake that sent you running?

You lean in, and bask in the feel of her fluffy pelt, rubbing your hands against her fur, in that soothing manner that all you humans so loved to do. She basks in the feeling, the soft and tender feeling, and presses herself further into you, as if it would grant her more. It's greedy perhaps, but it seems to soothe you as much as it does her, as tears slowly dribble, then drip to a halt.

And you look to the forest your soul somewhere far away. And you look the spitting image of Muriel before you came into his life.

And she wonders what happened to you, when you made their life better...had... had they been making your life worse?

She nudges her face into your stomach, hoping and praying that you would get the message. She is curious, she wants to hear your thoughts. She does not want you to be alone in whatever suffering she and Muriel had left you to endure alone.

You look down at her, and as if by some miracle you smile and hear her silent plea.

"Do you ever feel like you're not what you're supposed to be?"

And Inanna curses the fates, the heavens and the moon who guides her. Curses that she was given such a wonderful pack to be a part of an eclectic mix of creatures big and small who all share that connection of affection with each other, who, though not often can sit at the same table and eat their shared catch together, and share whatever meal they've caught in their hunts. She curses that she's been given such a tiny intimate loving pack amidst the larger one, and that she is powerless to protect either when she cannot bear her teeth at the problem.

She wishes, again, begs and pleas to the very moon she just cursed that you could understand her once more.

"I do not understand," she would whisper in sad sorry sound "I am what I am and you are what you are, what is incorrect of our existence?"

And you look down at her, and twist that smile into a pitying thing. With a hand on her jaw you rub at your cheek and chuckle as she allows you this minor cruelty, forcing one eye shut, as she stares with the other.

"You're so tame Inanna, so kind. People say wolves should be fiercer, scarier than this. You seem almost more like a dog sometimes."

It's another cruelty that she must allow. If you could hear her, she would bear her teeth, scold you for thinking such cruel terms, as if others' thoughts could make her any less the wolf she is. But you would not hear her words, and you would not know her anger was not at you. Her jaws remain shut, though she could open them to remind you of her nature. And she leans further into your touch, to inform you of the rest of her.

She can be scarier, she can be fiercer, to her prey and any threat, but only a foolish wolf would bear her fangs at a pack-member in need.

"Inanna, did you know me when I was alive?"

She stares once more, eyes turning up to observe you from where she rests in your lap. She knows you now, and you are alive now. Is that not enough?

Again that sorrow pools in your eyes, sags over your shoulders and brings pains to your fingertips as you clutch at her fur. She wants to whimper to whine in pain but her silence is her gift to you, and an urge to listen to more.

She is here to fix, perhaps this is more than her mistake, but she has caused you pain and she wishes to know how to fix it—if she could fix it. The job seems grander and grander with every word that falls from your lips, every twist of your expression in pain and sorrow, and she is left helpless at her inability to talk to you as she so wishes.

"I knew more magic then, right?"

She tries to nod. It's true, before your death you knew far more than you knew now, but then you had seemed so unhappy as well. Wouldn't you be pleased to let go of such sorrows?

"I wish I still knew all that magic."

It clicks then, and she wants to speak. She begs for the ability to speak.

"Asra mentions it sometimes, how I used to be smarter, stronger, more capable."

"I wish I knew more magic too," she wants to say. "I wish I knew how to tell you that you're enough."

"Does Muriel ever mention it? How it would be nice if he didn't have to cover for my clumsiness all the time?"

"I wish I could tell you how much we love you."

Inanna does what she can. She shakes her head furiously, as she's seen you and Muriel do many times before, and she bears the brunt of dizziness that the movement brings. She wants to tell you that you're wrong, she wants to tell you that you are loved, she wants to tell you that to her, newborn as you are, you are just as powerful as the you of that past, that you had magic that your old self never could have reached. You had the ability to bring people together, to make a pack from a crowd of such different animals.

You had the magic to give her a pack again.

A pack of her, you, and—

"Are you okay?"

Muriel! Inanna leaps up, and she wonders at how she hadn't thought of it before. In a manner reminiscent of the day she first truly got to know you, she rushes behind Muriel, forgoing telling him what he needs to do in favour of telling him all that you were suffering alone. Muriel, she knew was clever. He'd know what to tell you, and he could speak for her too.

And yet when they turn to look at you, when she drags Muriel by his clothes yanked from between her teeth, she catches sight of your eyes growing wide, of your brows drawing down and your own body retreating from the both of them.

"Ah, sorry," Muriel tries to say. "I know you said not to follow you, but Inanna sounded distressed and—"

And you looked at her as if she had betrayed you. Hot tears building up on your face as you look away and try to hide, to hide from the both of them, of course, but to hide from yourself, she thinks as well.

"I'm fine. We're—Inanna and I were fine," you speak, around a mouthful of your own flesh and clothes. She can hear the shudder of your throat the warble in your tone, and she knows it is not merely from her keen ears that the sound carries through.

Muriel fixes her with a look, concern worry and curiosity, but when he whispers to her, in a voice only the two of them can hear, he asks her not to tell him. Not right away at least. She knows. She accepts, she never would have even if he didn't ask.

"Nana... Inanna wasn't fine."

You go still for a moment, back straightening, as if you're about to turn, before you burry your face deeper into your lap an attempt to hide more shame. Still the source of your sorrow, Inanna curls up beside Muriel, intent on doing the same.

"I'm sorry," and you sound so, so small.

Was this what he meant? When Muriel once fussed over his towering size. You sound so small, smaller than a bunny, smaller than a squirrel, you sound as if you could be held between her jaws and locked behind her teeth, and if she held you like she held a pup, she would have to take extra care not to bring you any harm.

It sounded like even before starting, she had already failed.

"It's not you," Muriel clarifies, shuffling close to lean against you. He starts with a hand on your shoulder, gives you ample time to shrug it off before he comes in with the rest of himself, pulling you into his embrace, into his affection and care.

And Inanna watches as you relax, suddenly wishing she was more like you.

She is a member of an eclectic pack of many different animals, but one mostly made of humans. Maybe she could take better care of you all if she traded her fangs for a form like yours. If she traded her fur for your skin.

She curls up beside you, trying to amend her inadequacy, and your hand finds her fur, stroking once more, calming even more.

If she can soothe you like this, then perhaps it isn't so bad.

"Inanna wanted to talk to you, but you can't understand what she says."

You say nothing, but you look away from the both of them, and Inanna understands. You still long for that magic so far out of your reach, you still long for the spells that you once had before your demise. She's sorry that she had stood between you and your goal, sorry that she had ruined your hard work to achieving it.

"She says she's sorry," Muriel says, and you sigh, shoulders sagging, as your hand returns to her fur.

"Its okay Nana, it was an accident I know."

"no, no, not only for that," she whispers.

"Not only for that," Muriel says.

"I'm sorry you think that you are lesser now than you were before"

"She says she's sorry that you think you're lesser now than you were before."

"I'm sorry that you think you are inadequate"

"She's sorry that you think you're inadequate."

"I'm sorry that you think we don't love you so much as you are now."

"She's sorry—" and Muriel falters, words dying on his tongue. "Do... do you not think we love you as you are now? Do you think we'd love the you from before... more?"

"It's not.... I know you didn't even really know me then" you try to argue back, but your voice warbles and cracks and though you try to deny it, it's clear the feeling was there. "But I... I was such a skilled magician before. Asra tries not to mention it but.... but I hear it sometimes. In the way that they speak.... they look so sad, so disappointed, as if they're upset that I'm not like that anymore—and I know that they're probably more upset that I've forgotten them," you're hiccuping now, gasping for air, that your lungs deprive yourself of a self harm that mirrors your words, cruel bitter things, where you pretend as if it's foolish for you not to be so hurt. "It's just that... I... I ... It'd be nicer wouldn't it? If I wasn't so clumsy, and if I knew all those spells. I'm sure I knew a spell to understand familiars once, I could've talked to her—I could have talked to you Inanna. And I just... I thought that maybe if I studied a little more I could do it again. That you know, maybe I could do other things too, and you wouldn't need to help me so often.

"I just feel like there's just so many things I can't do anymore. So many things I don't remember how to do, that would be so, so helpful."

And Muriel speaks exactly what Inanna thinks, without a word of encouragement from her side. "Do you think you aren't really helpful right now? Even if you aren't helpful, it doesn't make you any less...wonderful."

With his dexterous hands, Muriel slips your cheek into his palm, cradling your face, as he shuffles around you to make it easier for you to turn to him, to make it easier for him to wipe away your tears, to make it easier for him to tug you into his chest, let you sob into his shirt as he holds you tight. Inanna nuzzles up beside you, rubs her cheek against your shuddering ribs, and though it's hardly the same as the affection Muriel gives you, she hopes you can feel it too.

"You've done so much for me. For Inanna too. You remember how you told me that my past doesn't define me? The same applies to you, you know. You're amazing now, what does it matter how skilled you were before?"

"I don't know," you sob. "But... gods, it still makes me feel like I've somehow failed. Like I've grown worse over time instead of getting better. I should be getting better, shouldn't I?"

Muriel opens his mouth to say something, but grimaces at the thought. Inanna knows. Inanna knows full well what he's thinking, and she speaks for him, before he chooses silence.

"I... um... oh... Inanna says that.... no pup learns how to walk without stumbling, and.... and that no hunt future hunt will be better if the current one is successful. And.... and she says that even if she fails to catch her food, she is no less a wolf. And... and that applies to the both of us."

Muriel's face turns a little pink at the mention, and you turn to look up at him, your own hand coming up to mirror his own, cradled on his cheek. As you ask with your heart of concern, "You think you're not good enough?"

His brows dip though that pink colour doesn't go away. "I should be saying that to you, you know. You already know so much magic..."

"And you know so much about the forest, about life."

Muriel scoffs, eyes growing dark. "I know a lot about ending it."

"And a lot about healing it. Even without magic, you know how to mend wounds so well."

"And even without as much knowledge as before, you know how to do so much." You scoff at his retort, and Inanna buts her head against you, something Muriel is eager to translate. "Inanna agrees."

You roll your eyes, at their shared agreement, and smile. Muriel smiles in turn seemingly satisfied with this outcome, but Inanna is not convinced.

She speaks through Muriel, wagging her tail as she squirms into the space between the both of you, hoping to curl up around both of you and emphasize her points.

"Nanna!" you yelp

"Pfft." Muriel swats at her tail, likely stuck in his face. She doesn't regret a thing, only that it makes him slower to speak. "Inanna, oof, Nanna says that she loves you by the way."

"Both of you. I love both of you."

Muriel stubbornly refuses to voice the latter part. She swats her tail against his face again. "Hey! Okay, okay, both of us she says."

"You are my pack."

"She says we're her pack," and Muriel further translates. "She says we're her family."

"Inanna..." You open your arms, and let her into her lap, showering her with affection and cuddles, hands scratching and petting and fluffing and rubbing. "I love you too Nanna!"

From the side Muriel watches with a small smile on his lips as Inanna peppers you with slobbery kisses, and before he dares lapse into any feelings of isolation, Inanna twists, intent on pulling him into this pile of affection and play, as for the first time in a long time, she shows her love for her family the way a wolf does best.

So perhaps she cannot fix her pack's problems by bearing her teeth. She can fix them with play and affection with kisses, and with help. She's not alone anymore. And neither are either of you.

#familiars screwed up #but she also fixed it in the end lmao #x reader #reader insert #Muriel x reader #Muriel the arcana #Muriel #the arcana muriel #the arcana muriel x reader #the arcana #Muriel the mountain man #Muriel the hermit #muriel of the kokkhuri #muriel arcana #muriel the hermit #Inanna #Inanna the arcana #the arcana Inanna #Inanna the wolf

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Young Love- Derek Hale X Vampire!Reader

Summary: What if instead of Derek falling for Paige when he was younger, he fell for Y/N?

After Y/N randomly left Beacon Hills leaving a young teenage Derek Hale confused and frustrated, she finally returns after a few years, grown and the new history teacher of Scott and the rest of his pack.

Warning: pure filth, enemies to lovers to strangers to lovers again, switch Derek, a bit of angst and smut and fluff, oral male and female receiving, breast worship, and so on…

Enjoy my beautiful readers-

November 7th, 2004

Sitting alone in the music room, practicing my piano trying to focus I hear this bouncing? Fed up with it, I go out to see who’s making all this noise, the second I enter the hallway I make direct eye contact with the one and only, Derek Hale.

“You mind playing basketball somewhere else?” I say clearly agitated,

“Why would I do that?” The arrogant voice of the Hale boy rings against my ears.

“Because idiot, i’m trying to practice” I state through gritted teeth, my eyes glaring at the raven haired boys.

“ooh looks like we’ve got a feisty girl on our hands boys” he says grinning,

Not wanting to play into his games I roll my eyes and shut the door of the music room, praying that the music from the piano drowns out the idiotic boys in the hallway.

After that interaction, about a week later I’m sat at my usual lunch table with my friends Paige and Grace comparing our test answers for history when all of a sudden Paige looks up and smiles, she grabs Grace and quickly their off. Confused, I look up to see the Hale boy walking towards me, that same cocky grin on his face that he had earlier in the week.

“What do you want Hale.” I say rolling my eyes,

“Just wanted to say I think you look gorgeous today, Y/N”

I choke on my milk, “Sorry?” I ask my face heating up,

“You heard me, Cmon Y/N let’s go on a date” He says confidently,

“Yeah i’m good” I say confused but flattered, “is this some kinda sick joke?”

“Why would i be joking?” Derek says with raised eyebrows, I reluctantly agree on going on the date, little did I know what Id be getting myself into.

After our first date, we would use any excuse to see each other and by seeing eachother, I really mean going into empty classrooms and dark hallways to makeout with eachother until we lost our breath. We were whipped for eachother.

That is until my uncle Alaric called me, he sounded really worried, something was going on with his wife, my aunt and he thought i could help. I had no time to say goodbyes to anyone not Paige or Grace. Not even Derek. Little did I know, me going to Mystic Falls would lead to me becoming what my uncle was sacred of, what he hunted. A vampire.

September 8th, 2012

“Good morning class! My name is Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll be your new history teacher!” I happily speak out, “I hope to get to know each and everyone of you lot very well! I know you all probably don’t want to be here given history is the most boring subject” I say using my fingers as air quotations for the last part.

“But i hope you know i’m trying my very best to make this class enjoyable, I’m not one to give out homework, and i’ll always try to give you as much class time as i can to help you guys, so please if you’ve got any questions i’ll be more than happy to help you guys.” I say making eye contact with a boy with a buzz cut, i can tell he’s going to need help.

The year started our lovely, that is until this blonde girl, Erica, waked into class looking as confident as ever, it was a good look on her don’t get me wrong, but i could tell by her smell that she was a wear wolf. As the year started I could tell who was and wasn’t aware of the supernatural world. the people who I knew that know about it were, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Stiles Stillinski, Erica Reyes, Issac Lahey, and Boyd. I’m sure some others knew but those were my main suspects. There was this one kid, Matt I knew he was up to something i just didn’t know what.

I was going to sub in for Mr. Harris as he randomly didn’t show up and the school didn’t have any substitutes that could come in last minute, so as any good teacher would I rushed over, as i walked in I heard Scott and Stiles whisper about how Derek Hale is trying to expand his pack. Hearing this I stiffened my back and coughed to get the student’s attention. I made direct eye contact with scott and with that, he knew that I knew about him and his friends.

Given that the class was the last of the day, when the bell rang i started writing notes for Mr.Harris when none other than the trouble duo came up to my desk, “Need help?” I ask not looking up from my paper at the two.

“you know about us.” Scott says, his heart rate rising, “are you a wolf too?” the boy with the buzz cut butts in,

“something like that.” I say finishing my notes, “what is it you were saying about derek hale?” I ask, standing up.

Me being impatient, I compelled the two boys into telling me everything they know, once they are done, we chat for a bit more before i’m off. I’m about to get in my car when I notice a tire in flat. I turn around as i’m greeted with Issac claws out pointed at me.

“Hello Mr. Lahey” I speak up, with a calm voice.

“What did something like that mean?” He asks, that sly fucker listened into my conversation with Scott and Stiles,

“Vampire, blood sucker, you know whatever they call us these days.” I say shrugging, “what’s it to you?” I ask the boy, when suddenly it clicks, he thinks i’m the Kanima,

“you sure?” he asks, “I need you to come with me”

“I’m your teacher Issac, me getting into your car would be highly inappropriate.” I know for a fact issac doesn’t care and he won’t leave till i do so with that i get into the passenger seat.

After a quiet drive and a few empty threats, we show up to a loft type place? slowly walking behind him we get a these big doors to which he opens, “Derek, I think we found our Kanima” issac says out loud to which i scoff. he can’t be serious.

“derek’s out right now with boyd but he’ll be back” Erica states, “Ms. Y/L/N?” she says confused as me and isaac walk in,

“Hey Erica” I say with a smile unbothered by the situation, “for reference i’m not the Kanima but i’m glad you guy’s thought of me” I say a smile plastered on my face.

“only. a kanima would say that” Issac says with a scoff, suddenly he cuts me with something normally i would care and it would heal, but i let out a scream, that little shit has vervain. I fall to the ground holding my wound.

What feels like two hours which is really ten minutes go by when Erica and Issac stand up at the opening door. In walks in boyd, with Derek Hale in all his glory,

Boyd is the first out of the two to notice me, “Ms. Y/L/N? holy shit are you ok?” he asks, the second my last names leaves his mouth derek looks up, there he is, the boy who i fell in love with then abandoned.

“don’t, she’s the kanima.” erica says her eyes glowing at me,

“If i was the kanima I don’t think vervain would take me down but here we are” i say, the veins under my eyes showing as well as my fangs,

“Y/N?” Derek says looking at me, “you three get out of here” he says looking at his pack members,

“but-“ is safe starts but is cut off,

“she’s not the Kanima.” he says his red eyes glowing at the three, and with that, they leave,

i try to muster the energy to move, or to even thank him but it’s cut short as a shooting feeling of pain hits me, causing me to scream, worried, derek runs over “how can i help you?” he asks looks at the wound,

“blood. i need blood and fire.” i says throwing my head back in pain, derek runs off and comes back with a blow torch and his claws out,

“her i got fire and you can use my blood” he says starting at his once girlfriend,

“fuck that, i’m not feeding off you, i’ll kill you” i say looking him in the eyes, but everyone knows derek hale is the most stubborn person ever. “it’s going to feel weird but when it gets too much tell me okay?” i say as he nods. with that i close my eyes as my fangs come out and i sink them into his neck, tasting the blood in my mouth sent a sense of euphoria to come over me, and i think him too as he lets out a sudden groan, after a little bit i pull back as i grab the torch and i burn the vervain out of me. the pains too much for me so i pass out, the world going black.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sun shining into the room, i’m on a mattress and i’m wearing a large shirt which i assume is derek’s, i groan and sit up only to meet the gorgeous green eyes i once yearned to see. “hey” i mutter weakly,

“where we’re you all this time?” derek says handing me a cup of coffee,

“I was with my uncle, in Mystic Falls, i became a vampire just a little while after i came there, that’s why i never came back i was scared that if you saw me like, we’ll you know, that you wouldn’t love me anymore.” i say looking down at the floor, “i was ashamed derek, and i feel so bad” i say finally meeting his gaze,

“how’d you die.” he asks, sadness in his voice,

“it was either me or my sister who had to die, so i took the step forward and here i am” I say a weak smile on my face. the rest of the day is spent with me and derek catching up, the things we missed, i never thought that seeing him and the conversation we had would lead to him, laying down on the mattress half naked, with me in top of him making out. hey, maybe old habits really do die hard.

I let out a small moan as his hands wrap around me and unclip my bra, “derek” i moan as one of his hands goes to my breast and the other goes into his mouth, i don’t think i’ve ever felt this good holy shit, his mouth moves from my boob to my neck, which leads to him flipping me over and removing my pants and underwear, his hand finds my clit as he plays with it, leaving little figure 8’s making me moan, the other hand goes to his pants and with one hand he pulls them off, he kissed my mouth, then my neck, then my breasts to my stomach then to my mound, my hands go straight to his hair as his skilled tongue draws patterns on my clit to my entrance, the feeling is so divine and i feel as if i’m about to come when he stops,

he draws a whine out of me, “calm down my girl, i want you to come around my cock” he says stroking his member.

i close my eyes as he enters me, and shock of pain and pleasure erupts through my body as he slowly starts moving. his pace gets rougher and rougher as we both start moaning louder and louder, I flip him over as i started riding him, pinning his hands above his head, i bite my lip and let my head fall against his chest as this new position is the one to send me over the edge, i feel my stomach start to tighten as i finally let my release go, clenching around derek

“oh fuck” i hear him slip out as he comes inside of me, completely emptying himself. I drop next to him as he holds me close, “stay with me this time?” he says staring into my eyes,

“of course” i say smiling.

later that day i changed into better clothes, i saw derek standing behind the kitchen island washing the counter, i walked over and kissed him.

as i pretended to drop something, he laughs it iff but it’s stuck in his throat as he feels my hand palm him, i pull down his sweats and start massaging him with a grin, “you dont need to.” he starts but i just smile as i take him in my mouth.

he lets out a moan as his hand goes behind my head pushing me further down his large cock, this man had to be atleast 9 inches, i continue to deepthroat him as i hear the door open, hearing that mixed with the voice of erica and issac only make me keep going i can tell derek is annoyed that they came here, but i know he’s happy that i’m continuing.

they walk into the room and start talking to him, i reach my hand to fondle his balls as he lets out a chocked growl and i feel something shoot down my throat, suddenly i hear issac stop talking, “oh shit derek” he says laughing as he realizes what happened, quickly he leave pulling erica behind him, her still being confused,

i stand up and kiss his lips, with a smirk, me coming back is going to be so fun.

Hey gang! sorry i haven’t posted in a while, i’ve has loads going on omfg. sorry if the words are wrong, not only am i on the phone but english isn’t my first language. i hope you enjoyed and make sure to send requests.

muah muah -Bailey

#derek hale #derek hale smut #derek hale fluff #teen wolf #teen wolf smut

[dominimoonbeam]

Shift

A snowstorm, one bed, Dash fic for @ejunkiet! Happy Birthday you wonderful, starshine, ball of joy!

David/Asher

tags: snowstorm, I put Asher in a frozen river again, idiots in love, near death, love confession, dubcon bridging, it was an accident!, only one bed,

Shift

“You have to shift…”

“What?” Asher yelled, shivering but still smiling. “Are you fucking insane? If I shift, I’m definitely going to break the ice and go in.”

The ice cracked more, the sound shaking his core. “It’s going to break anyway, Ash! You’ll freeze if you don’t shift first.”

“F-Fuck you, man! I’m not going in!” He inched along, closer to David, the ice underfoot making a web of sounds.

“Stop!” David snapped, arms out but unable to do anything. He was helpless and terrified. If he could change their places he would in an instant. If he moved, he might make it crack more. Asher had literally shoved him out of the way before the thin patch of ice gave way and stranded himself on it, shuffling toward safety. “Ash, listen to me!”

Asher stopped, frowning hard but looking up to stare back at David. The wind was cold and they were in the middle of nowhere making their way toward a ranger station that was supposed to be up here. They’d been out with the rest of the pack searching for a missing hiker when a storm set in. The hiker had been found, thank god, but they were too far out to get back safely and the wind was rolling in fast.

“The current will bring you toward me and I will get you out. I won’t lose you.”

Asher’s frown vanished, replaced by something else. The wind lashed past them and the ice groaned.

“Shift!” David yelled

Asher did, taking a big leap that would never be enough toward the edge. The ice broke and he went under.

David shifted too, heavy paws sinking into the slushy snow and ice at the bank. He was in the river, the water so cold it bit at his skin through his fur and made his muscles tense and his chest tight. It took a matter of seconds. He shoved his head into the water and snatched at Asher with his teeth, biting into his shoulder and not letting go, not even when the current pulled and Ash seemed to do nothing to help. He wasn’t even kicking.

David hauled him out, dragging both of them up the bank and onto the snow. Ice formed immediately on their fur. He tasted blood. He’d bit all the way through Asher’s coat and into his shoulder.

Asher, he tried across that link that connected them, panting against the cold and nosing his best friend.

Asher!

The other wolf spasmed, spitting up water and twisting to get his feet under him even before he could think straight, already trying to stand and walk, stumbling.

David growled and pressed up alongside him, steadying him. Don’t shift back. We need to keep moving. We’re not far from that station…

Asher didn’t say anything but he plodded forward, letting David guide him. Across their connection he could feel the hum of cold and pain, like Asher’s head was in a vice and that awful cold so deep in his bones that they felt like ice on the inside. The wind howled, whipping around them and pushing snow into the air. It was blinding and that would matter if David was navigating by sight. He knew which way he was going and the only thing to do was to keep trudging on.

The station was a little cabin with a view on the backside of the deck and boarded up windows. David finally shifted human again at the door, flexing hands that were burning with cold before trying the handle. It wasn’t locked, not that any lock would have stopped him. Asher swayed on his feet, a large wolf, white because of the coating of snow and ice. His breath wasn’t even forming in the air. Shift back, David told him across their link.

Asher swayed but didn’t change. Still a wolf. Still too big for that doorway.

David came back to him and grabbed fistfuls of scruff on his neck. “Shift back,” he yelled over the storm, realizing that Asher was waiting. He couldn’t be sure how aware he was of anything anymore, but he had held that form because David had told him to.

Nothing.

David pulled at him, dragging the big wolf a step up the porch, toward the doorway he couldn’t fit through, toward the finish line. “Asher! Shift back!”

Nothing. His hands burned with cold, feeling no warmth from Asher even with his fingers deep in that frozen fur. He leaned in, pushing his head against the side of the big wolf’s. He closed his eyes, the frigid wind battering them from the side, snow already piling up his shins and his sweat-soaked shirt freezing to his back under his jacket. He pressed with his core, trying to reach Asher, trying to find him.

When he felt nothing, the panicked thought that Ash had died on his feet hit him, vibrating pain and fear so deep that he almost couldn’t breathe.

David. Asher’s voice, small and clear in his head…no, in his core.

He felt him. It was different than when they talked over the connecting thread of pack. It was… Oh shit, they were bridging. David had reached so far in that search for his friend that he’d initiated a bridge between their cores.

He wasn’t even cold anymore. He was burning up but shaking. He didn’t hurt. He was tired and worried… about David. Asher was still just worried about David. And David felt it all like it was his own. He felt more than that. He felt everything Asher felt, the whole web of his life spreading out beneath him. Their memories. Their moments. The moment Asher had pushed him out of the way on the ice and the complete lack of regret. He would have done it for anyone. But when he did it for David, it wasn’t just a need to help, it was a need to protect and take care of his… His…

Shift back! David urged, not like he was telling Asher to do it, but like he was the one shifting. Like Asher’s body was his.

The bridge snapped and David reeled, almost falling over. Asher’s knees hitting the snow and his breath hitching tight in his chest.

David grabbed him before he could keel over, pulling him up and dragging him inside.

The cabin was small, one room with a woodstove, a couple chairs, a table, a corner kitchenette, and one narrow bed.

David shut the door, throwing the lock. “We made it. You’re okay. We’re going to be okay,” he said.

Asher didn’t say anything.

That quiet drove a nail through David’s heart. Asher was always talking. Always. Even when he was hurt. “Ash…”

Doubt wheedled into his chest. He had told Asher to shift and take the fall into the river. What if he’d been wrong? What if Asher could have inched his way to the edge and made it out without going in?

His mind raced, pushing those thoughts away. Later. He could doubt himself and berate himself later. First, he had to get them warm. Their clothes were icy. They hadn’t exactly dressed for a storm, not expecting it and not planning to take human form out there anyway. He took Asher to the bed. “Can you hear me?” David asked, pulling his shirt up and off. The shoulder was torn and bloody. He didn’t look directly at the injury. He couldn’t. Not yet.

Asher made a low groaning sound that somehow sent a wave of relief through David.

“Thank god… Hang on.” He laid him back, unlacing and pulling off his boots, then his socks and his jeans. Asher didn’t even make any lewd comments when David pulled his underwear off of him and settled him completely naked on the bed. He just shook, hard and endless, eyes barely open and unfocused. “I know. I know,” David ground out, pulling the covers over him. They weren’t exactly warm either. He found a stack of quilts and tossed those over him. “Hang on,” he kept saying.

He was shaking too, the cold setting in and reaching deep into his muscles, but he couldn’t deal with that yet.

He got the fire in the wood stove going and it felt like a huge accomplishment. He pushed the table and chairs to the side and then pulled the bed closer to the heat source. “Ash, can you hear me?” he called, shedding his jacket and then pulling off his own shirt. He hurt all over from the cold, like a bruise. He was shaking but he had the sense to fill the kettle and put it on the stove.

Asher groaned, still shivering under all those covers. “Y-Yeah…”

David spun toward him, falling to his knees in a scramble to get to the side of his bed again. He touched his head, turning his face to get that gaze on him. His relief was enough to almost make him cry.

“Are we dead?” Asher whined. “I’m so fucking cold, man…”

David ruffled his hair, prolonging the contact. “I know. I’m working on it.”

“Where are we?”

“Ranger’s cabin.”

Asher’s eyes closed. “We made it?” he slurred, teeth chattering.

David wondered how much he even remembered after going under. He’d ask later.

He finished stripping down and then made a quick rummage through the supplies, pulling out anything that could be a blanket to add to the pile on the bed. He found a hot water bottle in one of the drawers and filled it, putting it in under the covers. Asher was still shaking and so was he.

Fuck.

He lifted the blankets and wedged himself in. It was barely big enough for one shifter, let alone two. He had to roll Ash onto his side, away from him and facing the fire in the open stove. He pressed his chest up against the other man’s back and curled an arm around his waist to keep both of them from falling out of the bed. Asher was almost as tall as he was, but lean. He shook, his skin cold to the touch. David held him tighter, tangling their legs and pressing firmly against him, trying to will whatever body heat he had into his best friend.

The storm whistled against the windows, rattling the walls, but as long as the fire crackled, they should be okay.

As long as Asher was okay, David would be okay.

He tried not to think about everything he’d gleaned from that brief connection. It wasn’t right. He shouldn’t know. But why hadn’t Ash told him? He should have told him. But would David have believed him? How many times had he brushed off Asher’s flirting as just that—Asher flirting. Like he did it with everyone. He did, didn’t he?

David wracked his mind, but knew it wasn’t true. It wasn’t the same. He was charming with everyone he liked but he flirted with David. He had been flirting with him since they were teens. …And David had been rolling his eyes.

And now he knew, knew, that Asher had thought David wasn’t interested. And then his dad had passed and he’d become alpha, and Asher had just… given up. He had buried it, accepting that his flirting would only ever be a joke, because he would absolutely never risk their friendship. He cared too much about David to do that.

He winced again. He had no right to know these things. He’d had no right to bridge with Asher at all.

He tried to clear his thoughts, focusing instead on the steady beat of Asher’s heart.

-

Asher woke up slowly, aware that he wasn’t alone—that he was safe.

Everything was okay.

His shoulder hurt but everything was okay.

He squeezed the arm curled around his chest, registering the naked body pressed against his back. The large, male, naked body pressed against his back.

He opened his eyes, his head aching for a few long seconds before his vision finally focused. He was on his side, near a wood stove that glowed with a fire inside. He was in a cabin.

All at once he remembered being in the snow with David, out looking for someone. “Davey?” he croaked, coughing.

The arm around him spasmed, holding him tighter. “Ash?” he asked, voice gravelly. “Are you okay?”

Asher sighed, nodding. They were under a pile of covers, but David’s naked leg was pressed between his. “Yeah. What happened? Is that human still out there?” The storm was battering the walls.

David shook his head on the same pillow, behind Asher’s head. “Milo got him out just before the storm.”

“But we got stuck?”

David tensed. Asher felt it because they were pressed against each other. It was so warm and nice. “You don’t remember? We were on the river… You went in.”

“I went in the river?” Asher frowned. “Well, that was stupid.”

David huffed against the back of his head. “You didn’t do it on purpose, asshole. You…” He seemed to wake up more. His body tensed, realizing his arm was around Asher maybe? Asher let go in case he wanted to disentangle. They’d always been close, but this was a lot even for them. Not that Asher minded… though his feelings had always run a little less than platonic for David. Okay, a lot less. “You saved me,” David said. “You pushed me out of the way when the ice was breaking and got stuck on this thin patch…”

Asher shifted, trying to look back at him. The movement sent a jolt of pain through his shoulder. “Ow! Fuck, what did I do…” he curled one arm across his chest to grope at his shoulder, fingering a curve of barely scabbed cuts.

David pulled the blankets down enough to get a look at his shoulder and whatever he saw made him suck back a breath. “Shit. I should have cleaned and bandaged that… I’m sorry. You went in the river, and I had to get you out. I shouldn’t have bit down so hard. It’s really bruised.” He touched Asher’s shoulder, seeming to examine the bruising, all Asher could do was bite back a moan at the idea of David’s teeth on him. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Hurt?” Asher croaked and then laughed, heavy lids sinking. “It’s not bad. It’s fine. You know… I always wanted you to bite me, but I didn’t expect it to be like that.”

The fire in the stove crackled. Neither of them moved, David’s fingertips still touching his shoulder but no longer exploring.

Asher’s words caught up to him and he cracked his lids, staring up at the man staring right back at him. David's expression was unreadable, which was saying something since Asher could usually read every frown, grunt, and eyebrow twitch. They were naked and wedged together into a tiny bed under a mountain of blankets. There was no laughing and walking away. “Sorry,” Asher said instead. “Not a good time for jokes. Thanks for saving me.”

David frowned and now Asher could read it. That was the doesn’t think he’s owed gratitude frown. “You only went in because you saved me first…”

“Cool. Then we’re even.”

The wind howled outside.

“Ash…” David started and then stopped.

Asher felt suddenly more awake than he had before. There was something close to grief in David’s voice that sent a jolt of fear through him. “What? Is…Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah. They’re fine,” he assured and then sighed. He moved a little, like he was trying to put space between them on that sliver of a bed when there really was no space to make. He took his arm away from Asher’s chest and he instantly felt colder and unbound, like he might fall out of the bed and right into a pile of snow.

“What? Did I do something? Did I say something?” He heaved a nervous laugh. “Fuck, just tell me. You know, if it was near death, whatever I said doesn’t count.”

David winced. “You didn’t. I… I needed you to shift to get you through the door, but you didn’t. You were on your feet, but it was like you couldn’t hear me or you couldn’t shift anymore. I was just trying to reach you, to make you hear me…”

Asher twisted until he was on his back, half off the bed but able to really watch David. He was upset. He was so upset. He had to curl his hands into fists to keep from trying to soothe him. He’d clearly done something to upset David if he was trying to get space even when they were wedged together so close. The least he could do was not touch him more than absolutely necessary. “What happened?”

“We bridged,” he said and then winced. “I bridged with you,” he reiterated, as if the blame needed to be clearly defined. Of course, David would think it did.

Asher blinked at his best-friend. If he wasn’t close to being a popsicle, he’d probably blush at the idea of that intimacy.

“It was less than a minute. I didn’t mean to bridge, Ash. I was just trying to get you to shift.”

Asher huffed a laugh. “Did it work?”

David nodded.

Asher closed his eyes. “Good. Don’t worry about it.” Bridging was intimate. He supposed it was like David telling him he accidentally brain fucked him for survival. They were so close already, it was hardly an invasion of any kind. It wasn’t like…there was…anything… Oh fuck!

Asher’s eyes flew open. David was waiting, grim.

He knew. He’d been in his core and he knew everything.

Asher was out of the bed before David could stop him, if he even would. He probably wouldn’t. No wonder he’d been trying to get space from him!

“Ash…”

Asher groaned, barely out of the bed and already falling. His legs shook and he couldn’t tell if it was from nearly freezing to death or from having his world crumble beneath him. Fuck. Fuck!

And could this be any worse timing? They were naked and half-frozen! He held up an arm, his vision swimming. “G-Give me a minute… Shit… Just…”

David had sat up, feet to the floor, the firelight making his bare skin glow. His jaw twitched like he was working to keep it shut—to give Ash his minute. Even now, he was being a good friend. And Asher had ruined it.

After the minute, which was probably closer to a handful of seconds, David grumbled, “Get back under the covers.”

Asher shook his head, scrubbing a hand over his face. He couldn’t even leave! “You take the bed.”

David growled. “You’re shaking. The fire is helping but the room is still cold. Get—”

“No!” Asher snapped. It was childish enough to shock them both. They blinked at each other. Asher had to look away first. David knew how he felt about him—how he had always felt. How much damage had he just done to their friendship? How could he fix it?

“Ash,” David spoke first, deep voice low and gentle. Somehow that hurt more than if he’d just yelled. “I’m sorry I bridged with you like that… I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop,” Asher begged, closing his eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not upset about it. You know that. You know…” That he would let David do anything. That he would give him any part of himself. That he’d never be able to stay mad at him even if he had wronged him, and he definitely hadn’t.

David exhaled slowly. “I know,” he repeated Asher’s words, like a confession. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked just as quietly and then growled. “I know why,” he added, because of course he did. He’d seen his core, felt it and been in it. “I was never going to be mad at you, Ash. I…I might not have been ready for it before. You were right about that. But I wasn’t going to push you away or reject you or… I would never have done that. I would never have pushed you out of my life or been mad at you.”

Asher shivered, opening his eyes slowly to see David. He stared right back at him, the firelight in his eyes making them an even brighter yellow.

David held out his hand. “Come here.”

Asher looked at the offered palm, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from jumping at that offer of contact and forgiveness. “David if you want space, that’s—”

“I don’t want space. I want you to get your ass back into this bed before we both freeze.”

Asher whined but took his hand and let the big guy pull him up and back onto the small bed. They shifted around under the covers until they were settled like before, Asher’s back to David’s chest, the heat of the fire against his front and the weight of the covers on top of them. David curled an arm around his chest. “Okay?”

Asher nodded, mind still catching up. So, David wasn’t mad. He understood. He knew. And they could pretend it hadn’t happened? Like he didn’t know? Just like before? Asher’s heart ached but it was more than he’d dared to hope for a minute ago. It was fair. David didn’t feel the same. Being able to go back to the way they had always been was a miracle.

Asher relaxed, cheek to the pillow and David’s heartbeat against his back, the weight of his arm wrapped around him.

“Asher?”

His heart squeezed, afraid. “Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

Asher held his breath.

David sighed, pushing his forehead to the back of Asher’s hair. “The way you feel… I’m not sure I deserve that, but I want you the way you want me. I love you.”

Asher exhaled, eyes closed. “I love you too.”

#DASH #david/asher #redactedverse #fanfic #<3 #survival confession #bridging #happy birthday EJ! #posting this early so you have it whenever you want!

[flamingpen18]

When will the bullshit end?

We have to be moved out on the 15th. @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon was busting her arse helping me get our room packed today. There's an assload to do still.

Dave is going on about not having tv. I told him I have no money for tv or internet. I have 4 bucks to my name. I don't know where he thinks I can pay all these bills without help and still have money left to get service turned on at the new place. WTF?!?!

We will not have tv or internet. We will be living out in the boon docs, in farm country. We won't even have access to any internet, because there is nothing near us. Not a damn thing. @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon and I will not be online for a long time.

I'm not even going to have a cell cus I have no money to pay for a month of service and certainly no money to pay for my daughter's cell. So we are in trouble either way. With my luck, I'll end up having a heart attack and no way to call for help. I'd be lying if I didn't admit to being scared.

And we have no choice but to move. Our lease is up and nothing cheaper was open.

I just want all this crap to end. The universe, God, higher power really hates me and my family. That has to be it.

Please share. We need the help.

#moving #help #internet #disabled #helly-watermelonsmellinfellon #go fund me #gofundme #donate #gfm #frightened #paypal #venmo #cash app

[vulnonapix1234]

Beauty and the beast au

Where Miles got cursed into an monsterous form because of his Uncles misdeeds against a witch.

He was the most important thing in his Uncles live, so she wanted to take that away from him.

Jokes on that witch, his family still loved Miles as much as they did before, if not more.

So Miles grows up loved and protected, but also lonely.

People's first reaction towards him tends to be fear and panic, no matter how much he tries.

At least till pav came around, who is a young witch.

He had safed him from a pack of wild wolfes and pav was immediately amazed by his body.

After spending a few days at the morales household and learning about what happened, he promised to help him.

They then fo ok am adventure to find the witch that turned miles

#chaiflower #goldenflower #pavitr x miles #miles x pavitr #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #spiderverse pavitr #miles morales atsv #miles morales

[radiantangz]

3rd victim: Sadie undas final moments.

katie and Sadie were running away from the killer Katie keeping a good pace while Sadie couldn't, Sadie was panting heavily as Katie went into a treehole saying "Sadie! Hide quick!" Sadie went behind some bushes not knowing her pigtails were sticking out. The killer had an evil grin plastered on his face as he took a step closer to the bush every second or two Katie was terrified as the killer walked past the tree he said something quietly that Katie couldn't hear yet Sadie did hear and she tried to get up but it was too late for her the killer grabbed her by her pigtails as she screamed and begged for Katie to help her.

Katie sat in the tree hole holding back her tears covering her mouth as the killer knocked Sadie to the ground calling for something Katie thought to herself "what are they calling fo-" Katie saw a pack of wolf's emerge from the darkness her eyes widened as she stared at the frightened Sadie crying saying "please help me Katie! I don't wanna die!" Katie looked guilty as the wolfs lunged at Sadie digging into her skin as she screamed the killer laughed as Sadie got attacked by the wolfs the agony she must've been in she wouldn't stop crying and yelling for Katie but Katie just knew she couldn't help her she didn't wanna die

After a few minutes Sadies screams of agony went quiet as the wolfs and the killer howled walking off after they were far gone Katie got out the tree hole running to Sadie crying "Sadie wake up! Please! I don't wanna lose you!" She cried holding Sadies lifeless arm "someone help!" Katie cried out she put her head on the dead Sadies chest and after what seemed like forever she got up wiping her eyes "I'll live for you sister..." Katie said quietly going off to tell the group the bad news...

this is my first time making something like this so I'll hopefully make a better one soon!

All credits go to @eavee-ry for the au!

#total drama #fyp #fypシ #tumblr fyp #island of the slaughtered #fypage #Sadie unda #sad thoughts #sadgirl

[sapphireginger]

✎ Author Self Recs: Ship Favs (Teen Wolf)

These are my favorite fics that I’ve written for each of the ships I’ve done. If there’s only one fic for a ship, I decided not to include it. I also only chose works that are fully posted.

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»» B-Reading Romance | Sterek

✰ Ship: Stiles + Derek

✰ WC: 15,529

✰ Ch: 3/3

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Stiles Stilinski is an omega and the father of two very adorable children Emerald (Emmy) and Milo. He loves them with every fiber of his being and will do anything to protect them. His fierce protectiveness of his children is how he finds himself outside a local restaurant with a safe place sign. Stiles has no thoughts beyond keeping his kids safe but seeing the gorgeous alpha who smells like safety and home allows the tension to bleed out of him. He is safe now.

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»» Predator, Prey & a Pole | Steter

✰ Ship: Stiles + Peter

✰ WC: 7,244

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Being told you are beautiful and believing it are two very different things. Without his mother there to remind him and reassure him, Stiles struggles to hold onto any belief that her words are true. The cruel barbs of his peers cut deep. He wishes that for even one night, he could be someone-anyone-else.

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»» From the Ashes | Stisaac

✰ Ship: Stiles + Isaac

✰ WC: 66,135

✰ Ch: 30/30

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Insanus Carcerum. That's where Stiles finds himself after Scott's betrayal. He has no one now. At least, it doesn't seem like it. Although...the curly haired boy he rooms with could be someone he can have. This is assuming they make it out alive.

Fate has a way of creating chaos but also provides for the ones wronged.

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»» Mythos Award | Stackson

✰ Ship: Stiles + Jackson

✰ WC: 1,686

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Stiles receives an email of congratulations. He reaches out to tell the pack his news but well there's only one pack member who actually learns the news and supports him.

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»» Little Lost Boy | Steo

✰ Ship: Stiles + Theo

✰ WC: 40,865

✰ Ch: 15/15

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Stiles Stilinski loves his mommy and daddy but one day tragedy strikes and Stiles finds himself lost. When he’s found by people who show him kindness he embraces it but it is far from easy and the tragedy resulted in serious trauma that he deals with every day. Luckily he has such a strong support system.

This is the journey of a little lost boy and his life after cruel fate played its hand.

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»» Gaia’s Photo Album | Stargent

✰ Ship: Stiles + Chris

✰ WC: 1,993

✰ Rating: Teen & Up

✰ Summary:

The storm has picked up and amber eyes glint when the lightning flashes. When he finally reaches her grave, he is tired but the relief in making it in one piece outweighs his exhaustion.

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»» Beauty & the Void | Stallison

✰ Ship: Stiles + Allison

✰ WC: 39,305

✰ Ch: 10/10

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Allison Argent is a prisoner and her grandfather-Gerard-is her captor. She uses her books to escape the horror she's living in but soon her books won't be the only adventure she lives. The horror won't last forever. Especially not when the Shadow King intervenes on her behalf.

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»» Protective Mama Bear | Stayden

✰ Ship: Stiles + Hayden

✰ WC: 482

✰ Rating: Gen

✰ Summary:

Hayden and Stiles’s eldest child, their son Orion, was going on his first date. Hayden wasn’t ready and Stiles knew where he would find her.

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»» That Witch! | Stimione

✰ Ship: Stiles + Hermione

✰ WC: 3,580

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

“Are any of your books damaged?” he asked, prepared to pay to fix them if needed.

The girl quirked a brow. “Would it matter if they were?”

Stiles nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Books are knowledge. The destruction of knowledge is blasphemous in my book. Anyone who says otherwise is a bloody fool and—”

“I’m sorry,” she said between giggles. “You’re American. I wasn’t expecting you to say ‘bloody’.”

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»» When You’re the Best of Friends | Stora

✰ Ship: Stiles + Cora

✰ WC: 10,239

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale’s or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

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»» I’ll Bee Kissing My Honey | Stira

✰ Ship: Stiles + Kira

✰ WC: 5,078

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Kira chuckles softly and Mr. Stilinski quirks a brow in question. She winks. “I told him he could tally the number of kisses and I will give him twice that many when we get home.”

Noah’s eyebrows fly up and then he rolls his eyes playfully. “Of course you did,” he says with a smile. He glances at his son. “You spoil him.”

“Perhaps but he spoils me more.”

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»» Guarding a Life | Staura

✰ Ship: Stiles + Laura

✰ WC: 7,695

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Stiles is the Head Lifeguard at the Laranja Beach in Miami, Florida. He’s been Head Lifeguard for five years now. Stiles started lifeguarding at the age of eighteen and then became head lifeguard at twenty-one.

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»» Drowning Out Sound | Stofc

✰ Ship: Stiles + Callie (OFC)

✰ WC: 21,911

✰ Ch: 9/9

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

The hospital seems so still when he arrives, and he glances at the sign out front.

California Children’s Clinic

He doesn’t linger but heads inside and immediately up to the front desk. A nurse with curly blonde hair and green eyes smiles at him. “Hello. Can I help you?”

Peter swallows and nods. “My um…My godson is here. He was brought in, and they called me.”

“Name?”

“Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinski. Although he goes by Stiles.”

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[gremlin-writes-angst]

Ive recently been thinking about a boxing au for the redacted universe. I will do this in bullet points cause it makes sense but if I do well ill write some stuff. And if you are inspired by it and want to write your own stuff based around it, go for it just credit me for the inspiration. ( I'm not good at writing fighting, and i don't know much boxing terminology, so if you know something let me know)

tw fo quin being shitty, toxic, abusive.

Quinn is a non professional trainer, set up illigeal " anything goes fights" normally only takes on one loyal boxer at a time.

david runs a profisnal gym , has multiple traniers such as milo and asher. most the other wolf pack works there or train as a fighter.\

the wolf pack will often go to illegal fights to scout fighters , to try and get them to a profecinal level

darlin started off as quinns boxer, and partner. darlin switched trainers when david scouted them. Quinn did not take it well, broke up with them in a violent way. opening darlins eyes to what Quinn was really like.

Willium is an older , boxer champion who has a closed off gym, after his number one, alexis, started training and betting illegally. sam and vincent are his trainers , sam retired from actual fights , while vincent trains and fights.

now i was never able to listen to the fred/bright eyes story so if this doesn't fit I'm sorry

Sam trains fred after finding him and bright eyes, injured in a fight, they'd been jumped by some of Quinns guy, for no other reason then the fact that they like having the power to hurt people.

Bright eyes however, didn't want to learn from Sam, they thought that it ve better to learn first who ever taught the group that jumped them, so they became Quinn favorite fighter.

Angel and David were together before angel started training , they only train for self defense after realizing that David couldn't magicly show up to save them. They are very good and asher and milo keep suggesting they get in the ring but they don't want to , and David agrees with angel. Angel prefers kickboxing btw.

Sweethearts life wasn't easy and they made money fighting in the streets, they worked alone, no one trained them. They fought dirty, wearing rings in fights, heart shaped rings , which earned them the name sweetheart, cause they'd leave heart imprints all over their opponents body

The damn group are a fight school, only really train and fight within the school

Cutie is known for being so good there accused of cheating, it almost like they now their oppents next move. But in reality they spend a lot of time learning the patterns of other fighters. known for being on the defensive before taking out their opponents in just a few hits

That's all I got for now. Not checked so sorry about the spelling and grammar mistakes.

#redacted quinn #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted vincent #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted asher #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted au #redacted human au #redacted sweetheart #redacted frederick #redacted sam #redacted bright eyes #redacted babe #redacted shaw pack #redacted cutie #redacted william

[zaceouiswriting]

The mentor

Character: Liam Dunbar x male reader, Jordan Parrish x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Cheating, Break up

The known smell of the thick forest around the city you at least for the moment, you called your home, was again in your system. Air, slowly filling itself again with the old magic it once had. Even if had costed a death if a dear friend of yours.

His lover now replanted the old trees, to hopefully once this was finished, he could get him back, as he had promised him. You on the other hand, wandered to this place, after your friends magic had faded into the new sapling, breaking the tree stump, allowing it to grow anew.

You had builded a house and helped the here living „true alpha“, a title, that once meant something. He should’ve been strong, the leader of all werewolves around the world, only coming out, when the world is in great danger. But this one? He wasn’t anything special. Does not turns human into his kind to aid him. Surrounds himself with all kinds of mythical creatures, at least for humans and just ignores his duties.

But the one he had turned, was more what you knew a „true alpha“, should’ve been. Except for his loose control on his anger. You even fell a little bit in love with him. His naive, almost innocent personality and his deep blue eyes, mesmerizing you every time you look into them. Which only strengthen your believe, that he was truly innocent.

To be away from him, for even only a week was torture. But thanks to the sacrifice your friend had made, you were able to go back to your own home. A world far away from this one. With their own problems, you now could help again with. But needed also to look after this world now, that you friend wasn’t there anymore. Helping the true alpha, to fulfill his destiny to save the world again.

Nothing you had ever experienced, no war, no fight, nothing could’ve prepared you for what you found yourself in, as you walked into the house, you build for yourself and the pack. To train them in the solitude of a place, that could keep everything in it.

It looked like a fight had happened, while you weren’t there. One that quickly seemed to have got out of hand. Pieces of clothing, destroyed furniture and so much more.

You followed the damages, hoping that no one was seriously hurt. But if someone broke in, why did you not know about it? A still in tact magical ban, should’ve protected the house and the people in it. Except of course, they knew the attackers.

As this thought crossed your mind, you began to panic, running trough the house faster than before, asking for anyone. But you never got an answer. Which was surprising, after you finally found someone.

In the room, Liam had, when he wasn’t with you, laid a brown haired girl. A panicked expression on her face. The blanket pulled higher, so nothing could be seen. Not long after, Liam came out of the adjacent bathroom, smiling at her. As he closed the door again, he came face to face with you.

A furious look in your eyes, a storm brewing in them. „Explain!“, you only told him. A command not a question or a suggestion. But he kept his mouth shut. Frozen in place, fear taking over in his smaller body.

The house itself began to move, angry with the betrayal it had witnessed. It had slept, while you were away, but now it was awake again, and absolutely angry with the young werwolf. And the girl in his bed. Despite being angry, hurt and utterly defeated you walked out of the room, but prevent either of them to get out fo the house, until it was resolved.

Before you even could completely got out of earshot of these two, you already had your phone in your hands, calling his useless alpha. Hoping he could help you with this little rut.

It didn’t take long, until the entire pack was there. Even Derek and Peter, were there. Peter smiling sympathetically, while his nephew looked angry himself. Jordan was the last one coming in. Scott dragged both his beta, as well as the girl he was with, out into the living room.

„What do you two have to say for yourselves?“, Scott asked calmly. While your heart was beating with utter rage, he was this? You couldn’t even believe your eyes, while watching all of this from the sidelines.

Liam didn’t said anything, while the girl, Hayden as Lydia had murmured, almost certainly only for you, talked a lot. „We love each other and this old guy, just took advantage of Liam. He never loved him, only me since the first time we punched each other!“ She had declared, which in her disturbed mind, seemed to be true.

The werewolf had said nothing. His head hanged low, as she had talked. Not a single emotion could be read from him. Which made this entire situation so much more uncomfortable for you.

She more or less, told the entire pack, that you were grooming Liam. A couple, but nothing ever had happened between you. Always telling him, that you would wait, until he was off age, so he could decide freely. More than cuddling and head kisses wasn’t there. You never pressured him for anything. He was the one approaching you, always wanting to be near you.

Both Hales must’ve felt the pain you experienced at this moment. That the guy you thought loved you, actually had feelings for you and would protect you. But there seemed to never have been love in the first place.

A hand on each of your shoulders, from the Hales, while Jordan stood behind you, telling you that more support was there for you.

Still you could feel, how the atmosphere was changing, many peoples eyes, looked disgusted at you, believing what that girl had told you. Just then, Scott brought you out of your lonely thoughts, „Do you have to say anything?“ 

You just shook with your head. But after a second, still decided to say one thing, „If Liam doesn’t have to say anything, I don’t either,“ you told him. Appealing to Liam’s conscious, that this girl seemed to control, after he still hadn’t said shit.

„Okay then we go on to vote. Who is for Liam and Hayden get thrown out of the pack, for betraying an ally of ours?“ From the younger people, only a couple raised their hands. Isaac, Lydia, Gabe, Corey and Aiden. The last knows the pain of cheating, after he did it to Lydia and she knew about it thanks to Aiden. You of course held up your hand too, as well as the three men surrounding you.

While the rest of the pack, Scott himself, Stiles, Mason, Ethan, Jackson, Boyd, Erica, Cora, Allison, Nolan, Garrett, Malia and Kira were against it.

Obviously devastated, you looked for help in the people, who wanted to help you, but not only was the vote not in your favor, but Scott as well, chose to let you fall.

„Now we vote, if we keep him as an ally. After all, Hayden broke heavy allegations against him.“

So another vote was casted. Your side hadn’t changed, but Scotts had. Only a few of them were for you getting kicked out, or casted away in your case, because you weren’t a member of the pack, just an ally. 

But even after he lost the vote, he stood up. All high and mighty and declared you as an enemy of the pack from now on. For a moment, you thought you haven’t heard correctly. But the disgust on his face, told you everything.

„Okay, if you want so Scott. But then you all need to go now,“ you told him, while turning around. Jordan letting you go, even when it wasn’t what he wanted to do or say. But he was at a loss of words himself.

„No, you will go. This is pack territory and you aren’t a part of it anymore. So you go and never come back!“

Now you were taken aback for real. Did he really meant what he just had said? Was he really this delusional. „Excuse you? What?“ Your voice obviously irritated from the guts, this boy had.

„Yeah, this house isn’t yours anymore! No go!“, Hayden told you with venom. Slowly the gears in your head began to work.

„You three had planned this? Because you thought you would get this place, when you got kicked me out?“ Not be able to comprehend this stupidity, you began to laugh.

This did not come good to the three, that seemed to had planned all of this, „Yes. And now go! This house and land, are now owned by this pack!“ Trying really hard to get a point in a useless argument.

With the soft movement of your hand, the contract appeared in front go everyone, „This is the original contract, we both of signed, Scott. Nowhere on this paper is written, that you or the pack would get the house in the case, that I get thrown out. It is a arrangement for you to train and live here, if you need to. It was a sanctuary for you. And with you throwing me out as an ally, this contract is nulled. Nothing in there is in fact anymore.“ You tried really hard to explain it to him and the others, but neither him or Hayden believed you. Even told the rest, that you had faked the contract.

But as you burned it in front of everyone. The binding symbols on their bodies began to disappear. „I don’t know, which contract you had read to believe such things, but it wasn’t the original. You should go before the sign is away, or the house will attack you,“ you warned the group. But the people wanted you out, especially the three that had set you up, didn’t believed that anything would happen to them. While the rest ran out like their lives depended on it.

„Maybe when you are dead, the moon god, can take a better true alpha than you,“ which were the last words, you spoke to Scott, before he got eaten by the house and spit out on the lawn. Many wood cuts and splinters in his body.

As the rest saw this, they tried to run out, without any luck. Every single one of them, got eaten and spit out. Until Liam was left alone. Tears streaming down his cheeks, as he did. „You got used Liam. Search for better friends and then stand on one side and don’t be a snake and try to switch them.“

Just then, he got eaten and spit out too. As the house began to get silent again. No werewolf howls, or arguments could be heard, you sighed in relieve. You never thought, that helping could be this stressful.

A couple of days later, a couple of people stood in front of your house again. All of the people that had taken your side from the beginning, as well as Ethan, Jackson, Boyd, Nolan and even Mason, who later on took your side.

„What can I do for you?“, you asked calmly, as friendly as possible for you, while you whipped your hands at the towel in your hands.

„Would it be okay, to come in? We want to speak to you,“ Jordan was the one to take the first words. A sudden heat overcame you, as you finally saw the glances he had given you all this time.

With a smile, you stepped aside, „Be my guests.“ They slowly came in, the ones that had changed to your side, asked for forgiveness, that they hadn’t seen anything beforehand. But you just waved them off. When they could see that something was right, they switched sides and stood there. This was just the sign that they finally broke free, from the curse of the „true alpha“.

At least you would be able to help this world, with the coming doom. Maybe even getting a new true alpha, that wouldn’t be as useless as the current one. But you all would need to wait for the next full moon for this. Until then, to be with friends, was everything you could ask for.

#Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagines #Teen Wolf imagine #Liam Dunbar #Liam Dunbar x male reader #Liam Dunbar imagines #Jordan Parrish x male reader #Jordan Parrish imagines #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #male reader imagines #x male reader imagine #x male reader imagines

[howdydarling]

HERE, HAVE SOME WEREWOLF!JED HUNTING AND F*CKING THE READER. ENJOY ✨✨✨

By clicking through, you’re agreeing to be old enough to read nasty werewolf smut. No minors allowed I s2g.

Warnings include: werewolf f*cking, dubcon, rough s*x, knotting, breeding talk, claiming/mating talk, possessiveness, etc.

You know the rules: no one is allowed outside after dark. This goes for most nights, except for group nights out at the campfire, for story time and a sleepover with Ryan. Other than that, everyone’s to be inside and settled down by dark.

That’s always been one of the rules, and it’s always been the most heavily ignored one. Who wouldn’t be curious? Who wouldn’t want to do a little exploring?

It’s never hurt anyone.

Besides, you just…need a break. It’s something you don’t often get the chance for; you have your own group of kids to watch, which means constant surveillance and a shared cabin, long nights of comforting the criers and early mornings of rousing the sleep-ins.

Tonight, though, is perfect - it’s the Slumber Party. There’s at least one scheduled every year, and everyone is brought together into the Lodge, which means there are plenty of eyes and ears and hands to help any kids who might need attention. It doesn’t have to be you. Not tonight.

Everything had seemed perfect, at first. The night is a warm one, clear and bright, with a full moon hanging in the sky, lining everything with a thin edge of silver light. It’s summer, and for the first time in about a month, you are finally alone.

Except…well. You’re not sure that you are alone, actually.

Your flashlight sends a yellow pool skittering over the path ahead, illuminating bushes and tree trunks and deepening shadows. You tell yourself you’re being silly, because you are, because the woods are just the woods, and you’re just spooking yourself. That’s all.

It’s just…so quiet. So quiet. Too quiet, and that feels cliché, but - it’s true. There’s no hum of insects. No rustle of small nocturnal critters. Nothing. Just your own breathing, and the thump of your blood in your ears as your heart rate begins to rise. Sweat collects at the nape of your neck, trickling down, and you pause on the path, looking out at the dark trees around you.

You’re completely alone out here, but somehow, you can’t help feeling watched.

Your foot slides forward, foot scuffing against the dirt path, and with that sound comes another: the quiet crack of a twig underfoot.

Just not under your foot.

Your heart leaps to your throat as you whip around, turning your flashlight in the direction of the noise.

Something glints in the yellow light, a pair of eyes peering out at you. Whatever other features might be visible, you don’t really register - a wave of panic washes through you, and instinct has you turning, feet pounding along the path as you start to run.

Immediately, you hear the sounds of pursuit - whatever that thing is, it’s chasing you now, crashing through the underbrush and between the trees. It careens onto the path behind you, skidding across the packed earth. Your breaths are loud as you urge yourself to run faster, faster.

A howl splits the night, far too close, and something heavy slams into your back. You crumple under the weight, body shoved into the dirt, cheek and palms scraping as you go down.

Your flashlight lies out of reach, slanted to one side, illuminating your left hand where it’s pressed, palm down, to the dirt. Your lungs strain with the effort of taking a breath, but the effort halts when the thing atop you shifts, leans down.

Hot, rank puffs of air hit your skin, and you almost gag at the smell; like meat gone rancid, and the stale, copper tang of old blood. Something wet drips onto you, and suddenly, you have a new fear; an animal drooling as much as this one seems to be might have rabies.

Leave it to you go out for one night and get attacked by a rabid…what?

Bear? No. It’s shaped wrong, and too nimble, and not as heavy as you expect a bear might be. And bears don’t howl. So…a wolf? Wolves aren’t in New York, haven’t been for years.

Your racing thoughts screech to a grinding halt as something long and wet slides across your cheek, lapping at your skin. You think it’s a tongue - but it’s long, very long, and it…wriggles. You cringe away from the feeling, whimpering in fear.

The tongue draws back at the sound, and the creature shifts, sits up some. You’re not sure why - you turn your head, just a slight bit, to glance. It’s looking at you, head cocked in a curious manner.

Being able to see it a bit better gives you no answers, though. It’s a monster, wiry and thin, long-limbed and strange. Humanoid, but with a face split open like something right out of a horror movie, glinting teeth, and the long, lolling tongue that had just been swiped across your cheek, leaving a damp, tacky trail behind. Its face is almost human, but it tapers out into something like a snout, but shorter than you would expect an animal’s to be.

It’s fucked up, is what it is.

It also seems to have made up its mind about you, because it shifts again, leaning back down to sniff and snuffle at you once more, your eyes squeezing shut as its tongue drags over your face, over your throat, until it encounters your shirt.

A low rumble starts from somewhere in its chest, a sound you feel more than hear, and you feel it shift. One huge hand comes to rest in front of yours, and in the beam of the flashlight, it’s a grotesque sight; the skin is ashen grey, pulled taught across a skeletal frame, speckled with flecks of dried gore. You try not to wonder what it’s from.

You just hope that you won’t be adding to it.

The creature seems unhappy with the shirt covering you, its nose investigating, rubbing at the cloth. Its hand - because, yes, having seen the other one, you have to accept that this thing has hands - moves onto your back. Fingers curl, claws tearing into the thin cloth, shredding it, ghosting across your back, small stripes of pain as your shirt is indelicately torn open and your bare back is exposed.

You lay still; playing dead works with some animals, right? Maybe if it thinks you’re already dead, it’ll get bored, leave you alone.

Instead, it sniffs at your back, tongue dragging across it, traveling along your spine. Its spit stings the fresh cuts there, and you whimper again.

The creature pauses.

Is it…reacting to you whimpering? Like yelping when a dog bites you, to let it know it hurt you? You have no idea.

“Don’t hurt me,” you find yourself gasping out, desperate.

Another low growl rumbles up from the creature atop you, and though you can’t possibly hope it has somehow understood you, you do feel it shift. Its weight moves from your back, the pressure easing as it gets off of you.

You don’t even think about it. Your body instinctively sends you scrabbling, trying to get up and get your feet under you, trying to get you running again.

Just as soon as you start to scramble, a hand slams into your back, a bruising force that pins you all too easily to the ground again. The wind is knocked out of you, leaving you gasping for air as a louder growl sounds above you, deep and warning, a sound that immediately stops your squirming. You whimper, hoping that will stop whatever you’ve started by trying to get away - but the grip on you only tightens, frighteningly strong.

The exploration of you begins again, a little rougher this time - you feel its snout pressing at your back, its tongue dragging across your skin. You feel its teeth, though they never dig in the way you’d expect. Just touch, and then move on. It’s terrifying - and, you’re mortified to discover, your body can’t quite tell the difference between the arousal of fear, and the arousal of…well. Arousal.

This hasn’t gone unnoticed. The breathing sounds above you grow louder as the snout descends along your body, nosing at your ass, and then unceremoniously shoving between your legs. You feel your cheeks heat in response, a gasp sticking in your throat as that tongue presses against your thighs, seeking some way into your shorts. You try to squirm away, but another sharp growl warns you into stillness.

The wolf - it’s not a wolf, you know that, but what else can you call it? - closes its teeth in the cloth of your shorts, pulling at them, and manages only to tear off a hunk of fabric.

“Wait, wait!”

You say it loudly enough that it seems to draw attention, a pause in all of the growling and tearing happening below your waist. You’re scared that if you let this thing keep biting at your shorts, it will decide to take a bite out of you, either accidentally or on purpose, out of frustration.

Your hands shift, and there’s a growl - but nothing else. You keep moving, slowly, closing your eyes tightly.

“Just - just hold on. I’ll do it. Hold on.”

You shift as best you can, try to get your hands under your own body to reach the fastening of your shorts. The wolf leans down, snuffling at you, curious as you wriggle. You undo your shorts, and start pushing at them, try to shove them down from your hips. As the cloth moves, the creature’s attention does too, and you feel its free hand grab at your shorts.

It rips them down your legs, and you yelp as your legs are twisted awkwardly to accommodate the rough removal. Panic makes you breathe faster as it leans down, breathing against your ass, against the backs of your thighs.

Its tongue sweeps between your legs, dragging against the thin fabric of your underwear, making you shudder. But it isn’t happy to find yet more cloth. This time, you don’t get a chance to protest or help - its teeth close on the flimsy material, and it, too, is ripped from your body.

This time, there’s nothing to separate the probing tongue from your bare skin, or from finding the entrances to your body that it seems to be seeking. It swipes along you, a low rumble coming from it, and you find yourself gasping at the feeling - and then yelping as its tongue forces its way into your body. The muscle is thankfully slick, and you try not to think about the drool dripping on you from before - and you find it’s all too easy to be distracted by the way it moves, lapping at your insides.

A groan pulls itself out of your throat, a flush of heat rushing through you as its tongue presses deeper into your body, pushing against your walls, rolling as it seemingly tries to taste the deepest parts of you. Your legs spread a bit wider to accommodate, despite yourself, and you’re embarrassed to hear yourself moan as the creature’s snout bumps against you, as it eagerly works its tongue deeper into you.

You have no idea what this thing is, but it can’t be just an animal. Animals don’t behave like this; at least, you’re not aware of any animals that do. It acts with more agency than you would expect, and it demands your compliance as best it can without words.

It acts like it owns these woods.

It does.

Jedediah Hackett owns these woods, and everything in them - including you, even if you don’t know it yet.

That’s alright. He intends on showing you.

You don’t know it, but he’s been keeping an eye on you - not just tonight, either. Ever since you stepped foot on his property, he’s been watching. He’s minded his manners insofar as he hasn’t approached you yet - but that’s due in large part to not having been able to catch you alone. You stick close to your group, and close to camp.

Until tonight. And tonight, there’s nothing in him that wants to be polite, or patient. Tonight, you wandered too far, and he’s not really feeling himself. He wants you. He’s going to have you.

His tongue withdraws suddenly, and you find yourself jerking a little, gasping at the sudden loss of sensation, the emptiness left behind. But he doesn’t intend on leaving you empty for long.

You figure out what he’s trying to do as he hunches over your body again, and feel something prodding at you - and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what it is. You should close your legs. Hope he’s happy with just humping at you, and that he’ll leave you be once he’s satisfied himself.

Instead, you find yourself shifting - he’s grabbing at you, scrabbling at you, trying to get you positioned the way he wants you, and you tell yourself you’re doing this because you don’t want to get hurt. That you’re scared he’ll get frustrated and bite you, or maul you. But there’s also an ache, a void where his tongue was, and before you can second-guess yourself, you’ve gotten your knees under you, and pushed your hips up.

That seems to be exactly what is wanted from you, because he shifts, and suddenly that prodding is right at your hole, pushing until he sinks into you.

He’s big. That’s your first thought, and basically the only thought you manage before he starts to move. It’s a sharp thrust, your fingers curling into the earth beneath you to anchor yourself as you’re filled - it’s so much all at once, and you let out a little cry as he draws back, and presses into you again. There’s no patience, no waiting; he’s inside you, now, and he’s determined to use you to the fullest, his cock throbbing as he buries it inside of you.

You moan, a helpless little sound, and you shudder as he presses his hand to your back, pinning you a bit better to keep you in place as he fucks his way into your body, forces your interior to accept him. You’re too full, and it feels like he’s pressing impossibly deep into you; you feel like you’re aware of every inch of him that shoves its way into you.

He’s panting above you, growling, but the timbre of it has changed - you think it’s pleased, now, rather than warning, and something about that thought makes you moan, makes you squeeze tighter around him as he thrusts into you hard enough to to nearly bowl you over even as he pins you down. It uncomfortably arches your back, puts pressure on you, and you feel a bit like a doll, being shoved and positioned as he pleases, whatever it takes to make him feel good.

The pressure around him from your squeezing seems to trigger something, and he howls above you, a sound so loud that it hurts your ears, before he leans down over you.

Teeth press on either side of your neck, delicately resting there. You go still, fingers clenching in the dirt you’ve been shoved into, terror making you tighten around him further.

You feel him rut against you, feel something hard pressing at your entrance, and hear as he growls above you, teeth at your neck. He could tear your head off in an instant - but he doesn’t.

Instead, he shunts his hips forward even harder, until something even larger pops into your body. You know what a knot is - you just hadn’t considered this thing might have one, and when it enters you, you can’t help a strangled sound, half-moan, half-scream.

If you thought you were too full before, you’re now impossibly full, stuffed with his knot, body stretched around it, forced to accommodate the girth of it as he rocks it a little deeper into you.

Something hot begins spilling into you, warmth filling you even further as his cock twitches and throbs inside of you. He’s panting, growling as his cum drenches you from the inside, coats you. He rocks, trying to push it deeper into you, locking it inside of you, and it occurs to you now what he’s trying to do, with his teeth on your throat and his knot locked inside of you.

He’s trying to claim you, mate you, breed you.

The thought has you gasping as you feel yet more of his cum pumping into you, your body clamping down around him, starting to milk him for it as you shudder, pleasure crashing over you, your hips jolting a little as a helpless moan escapes you. Your orgasm leaves you breathless, your legs shaking, and he huffs and growls above you. His tongue rubs against your neck, licking at the sweat that has accumulated there as he finally moves his teeth - you have no way of knowing if they pierced the skin or not.

You slump a little, and you feel him shift, hunker down atop you, a protective stance. His hands shift to rest on either side of you as he snuffles at your hair, long body bowed over yours, knot still buried inside of you.

You guess you’re not going anywhere for a while.

Come morning, you’ll learn that Jed doesn’t intend for you to go anywhere, ever. He’s caught you, now, and what he catches in his woods, he keeps.

Everything in these woods belongs to him - including you.

#jedediah hackett x you #jedediah hackett #jedediah hackett x reader #the quarry #hdwrites. #ship; jed&eli. | darling i’m not afraid to cock the gun; to caress the hairline trigger. #look I wanna f.uck that old man so bad 🙏🙏🙏

[dreaminganimelove]

how balam react to s/o being a half werewolf half demon (male reader you are a teacher) i do kalego tomorrow

he had a crush on you first time they meet he hide feelings he thinks you won't feel the same way and he was a bit shocked you some more taller than him

he first see you werewolf formwith horns of a demon and ears and tail eyes of a werewolf on a full moon windy night

he was researching and grading papers and sees you walking the halls was a bit curious he follow you up to the roof and next to the cherry blossom tree and he was on top of the tree trunks the tress

what is s/o is being in this late he thinks and listen carefully and you turn the left and right and make sure no one was here "good no here it go to transform"

he was confuse "transform in to what" then you look up to see the full moon your eyes turning into to wolf eyes and your ear pop out and your tali to

then your shirt was ripped and he sees you shirtless with six pack and he was in shock and he blush "what s/o can transform into a demon wolf i ever heard one before " he suddenly loss of balance "crap!! not good he will see me" he close his eyes

and you have the speed fo a wolf and able to catch a he time before he hit the ground " you can open your eyes little one"

he hears your voice and opens them and you put he on the on ground and see if he hurt " are you ok balam"you ask "yes i'm fine he said you more you face close to his"you not tell about my secret understand little one" he was bushes

"can you tell me your wolf form tomorrow please" he said sky "sure little and i know you have a crush on my love "you smirk and wink at he and he was bushes like crazy

"how to do mm yes i have crush on you " you removed his mask and touch his scar" you know this scar is pretty cute you know the my love" you hold his face he was bushes

"d did you just call me your l love" he said sky and you smirk "of course i did your mine now and remember the first time we meet " of course i remember""i never full in love with anyone in my life you are the first one i have eyes and i first meet i thought you were the cutest little one my love "

he bushes harder "i just thought that you didn't feel the same way because of my scar i didn't wanted to ruin our friendship and please tell me what was the what was the reason you love me

you smile " it's because of your kindness you help other students protected them and kind to them and the you help others and you and me i feel the same way not being included so the i love you balam you are amazing

he was on the brink of tears from your " you are kind and funny and fun to be round i thought you deserve better but now i see you had a hard past too like me i love you too s/o

you smirk hold his face " now can you be mine and be my boyfriend

he was bushes like crazy"yes of course i will"

you kiss he and he kiss back

#balam shichirou #welcome to demon school iruma kun #male reader

[amiramorozova]

Soulmates?-werewolf edition- pt. 1

Author's note: Werewolf AU, Volcra will remain Volcra..mostly original with slight reference to the show again..slight Alpha/Omega involved. There will be other titles also invoved like Luna, Gema, Beta, and so on.

When I was a child, I learned about the different kinds of wolf types a Grisha could rank as..and the different small science a Grisha can have. Omega were the lowest but most known among Grisha..actually an Omega could rise to Luna if mated to an Alpha. Alphas can have anyone they want..until they find their fated mate..or soulmate as humans refer them to. Dad classified it for me and my siblings when we were old enough to understand. The most powerful became Alphas..but that didn't mean they couldn't fall into the other ranks.

My twin sister would rank Beta, Gamma or Omega while my brother would rank possibly alpha, Beta, Gamma, or Omega..and as for me..I didn't have a rank. I was Sun Summoner but also tidemaker.. My family could not tell me what I'd rank as when I was older. Just that my path was my own to choose when I was old enough. I accepted that for the most part knowing I was not designated to any rank but just cause our small science had a ranking area we were reminded we all were children of an alpha.

See, it didn't matter who you were being a Grisha with two small science it it was rare but sometimes a werewolf got a fated mate of a human.  But in reality having Alpha blood in your veins meant a lot more in this world than most thought. Sure, the other ranks could hook up and be together..but their children were put right down in omega. Yet the lucky ones who are Beta, Gamma or Omega that are destined mates of Alphas get the term that isn't used very often..Luna.

Growing up, testers were sent out to find Grisha to take to the little palace from their familes..some were born to humans which were called rares. Others were from a grisha bloodline like I was which was considered our Grisha packs. Yet father hid us mostly for the reason of he didn't want us being tested and taken away..but I think he didn't want to lose me or my sister the most.

"Alejandro, they will come to test them when they are eight years old..we should prepare to get them out of Ravka." Mother said

"I know Amara, that is why we will leave for Ketterdam before they come..if not Ketterdam than to my mother's place she has a basement." Father said

Since we were still learning our Grisha power I was just doing as I always did but then father picked us up as if he knew something. Yet when it was time as there was a knock on the door he put us in the closet and pointed to Aiden to join us. Aiden being two years older as we were four and he was six went and kneeled down as father put a finger to his lips and closed the closet. Sierra and I hated the dark but Aiden kept us calm. Still I tried to focus on what was being said as I heard mom talk.

"General Kirigan, what do we owe the honor?" Mother said as I realized she knew the black General..but how?

"Amara, I came to ask you to reconsider being part of the 2nd army as you once were. You could lead the Tidemakers to become as powerful as yourself...after all you are a Luna now." General Kirigan said

"I'm sorry General, but I have two sick daughter and a sick step son..they need me more than the 2nd army." Mother said

I realized my mother lied to the general about our health and I questioned why she would do such a thing. I felt a weird tingling feeling on my neck, I wondered if it was my fated mate mark..but why now? I am just a child and I noticed Sierra was looking at my neck as we kept quiet...but what made me more curious was mom was former 2nd army? As I looked at my siblings I noticed Aiden was starring too but I dare not speak with the General in our home.

"Amara, please. People in this area are getting attacked by rogues. New Grisha are scared and could use your leadership." General Kirigan said

I had to lightly laugh a bit knowing that werewolf Alpha  couldn't keep his tidemakers in line for some reason. Aiden covered my mouth to keep my giggles from being seen, as we had a connection with our inner wolf at a young age despite what others go through. Knowing that we couldn't be out there to greet our Grisha General I wasn't sure why it was so important.

"I'm sorry but I have to insist you leave. I wouldn't want you to get sick, General." My mother said

"We'll be back, close to the day your daughters and step son are to be tested. Have they shown what kind of Grisha they are?" General Kirigan asked, "Oh sorry, I forgot your husband is undeclared. Yet he is your fated mate.."

"Tidemakers, as I am...but as for my stepson I don't know." Mother said

I heard the sounds of footsteps and the door closed as more footsteps came to the closet. Aiden removed his hand from my mouth. Yet when Father came back and opened the door seeing us and seeing my neck he growled in anger. I didn't understand why he was angry and it scared me but time would tell..as we heard the carriage leave he seemed to relax. The tingling feeling on my neck came again as the mark faded and I shivered at it but soon mother came leading us out of the closet.

"Is something wrong, Alejandro?" Mother asked

"We need to get on the move sooner than I thought..he's her fated mate..when she is older." Father said

"Why?" Mother said

Being Alpha, father was not willing to hand us over to anyone so to know I already was in close range with my fated mate was probably angering him. He led us to the living room and had the three of us sit on the couch as he started to pace. Aiden was the one who spoke up first. As neither my sister nor I would do so.

"Father what is wrong?" Aiden asked

"Your sister is the fated mate of the black General..he's also the black heretic wolf." Alejandro said

"The black heretic died.." Sierra said as father shook his head no.

"No, my little tidemaker pup. He merely faked his death and took on a new name." Alejandro said

We were all in sock, this couldn't be true but then father had to think of something as he looked at all of us. "Go pack and meet back here. We're leaving the area for awhile." Alejandro said as we all nod getting up and leaving. It was then I heard mother speak up "Alejandro, what is it?" Mother asked as we were walking away. He thought we were a good distance before he spoke. "My mother made an old pack with..the Shadow Summoner Morozova..Amara. Amira...she's..she's supposed to marry him being a Sun Summoner like me and my mother." Alejandro said

I had overheard this as I'd lingered a little and was shcoekd to hear such a thing. "That's crazy..but you just said he's the black heretic..and he's the only Shadow Summoner man." Amara said as father nod. "His real name is Aleksander Morozova, I crossed paths with him for awhile. I thought he was cursed to never have a fated mate after using Merzost..but now the saints have deemed this arrangement valid." Alejandro said as mother was shocked hearing his words.

Walking away I shook my head knowing that father must be joking, we were wolves yes but that did not mean much. Still once we were ready to come back and with our things having packed up we were ready. It was after that we were taken somewhere safe. somewhere no one could find us for awhile.

Years passed, and I lived with my grandmother now..I was sixteen when I found a book on her bookshelf about the things that could happen. Without asking I decided to open it and read through it to know what it'd be like someday to be with ones fated mate. What I found out was it was more detailed than I wanted to know. For starters, while we could have a possible wolf form it was unknown for sure if Grisha did. Alphas had the ability to do things..well they could knot anyone they wanted but it worked more affectively with an Alpha's fated mate..reading this I blushed.

I'm a fated mate to an Alpha..but after his last visit we left..so it's not like he can find me anytime soon. I thought

Ravka had many things going on for us while I did love the opportunities that would be available to me when I am older..I tried enjoying this opportunity. Suddenly as I was in my thoughts I heard a knock on the door and heard grandma answer the door. "Oh Nicolas.Come in, she's in the kitchen." Grandma said as I looked up from the book as seconds later my friend Nicolas Stark walked in. "Hey Mira." Nicolas said as I smiled. "Hey Nico." I said

He walked over to me and took the book as he looked at the cover "Werewolf Grisha ranks and fated mates..anything interesting in this book?" He asked as I made a hand gesture to let him read for himself. He seemed hesitant as it was grisha affairs but opened it seeing that it was a lot of information. In fact he read through the whole book and then looked at me. "Starting to see why people like Alpha grisha so much..only seems female alphas are rare.." Nicolas said as I shrugged. "I don't have a rank, also rare...extremely rare." I said but in truth I hadn't told Nico about my betrothal. I didn't want to think about it I didn't have to do anything for a few more years.

"Uh, you know you can always go work as a bartender at the Grisha club. It's the other place that Grisha go to hang out and those who didn't go to 2nd army." Nico said as I nod in agreement. I knew I could but I knew that I had to figure out what to do..after all if I came across my fate mate and Alpha..who knows how he could affect me in the future.

Only time will tell.. I thought

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[flamingpen18]

Unreal B.S.

So my youngest offspring gave the deets on what is going on. We are moving to the new place temporarily while Dave is going to help repair another place that we are going to move in to. There's no time scale on how long we are going to be stuck in the old house (without tv or internet).

Apparently, the guy Dave has been doing work for has been having people spy on him. That is creepy. My youngest told me she heard the guy tell Dave he knows exactly what time he left the old house cus he has people watching.

We have no choice but to move into the old house . No internet. No tv. We are going to suffer while Dave is off doing what ever the frick he is going to be doing. I need the internet. I am homebound. I can't go anywhere. The internet is the only way I can "connect" with the outside world.

B tells me the other place is owned by a guy who has a chicken farm. Dave is supposed to work on the farm with the guy and we get to live in the house. Dave wants to get away from the guy that is stalking him.

The people in this state are messed up. I have met a handful of normal people. The rest of them are nutjobs.

Meanwhile, nothing is packed that needs to be packed. Dave is clueless. I can't do shit cus of my extremely limited mobility. We also have no boxes. None.

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon and I just want a permanent place to live and not have to move again or be homeless. It's too friggin much.

#helly-watermelonsmellinfellon #help #go fund me #gofundme #donate #gfm #poverty #frightened #paypal #venmo #cash app #we are sick of being homeless

[starlypenguins]

Random facts about Crow while I wait for my iPad to finish charging:

Crow still sleeps with stuffed animals. The one they absolutely must sleep with though is Bibbit, a stuffed frog they’ve had their whole life

Sometimes he’ll paint his nails black. This is because painting his nails is the only thing that stops him from biting them

They don’t do a lot of things that everyone else does during school, such as eating or going to the bathroom during lunch breaks. This was an old habit they picked up at their old school and carried with them to Foxfield

Crow absolutely despises large crowded spaces and will do anything to avoid them. Due to this, during lunch break you can find him in the school library reading books or doing work that won’t be due for another month

Often, they struggle with falling asleep at night. Their solution to this is teleporting around all over town really quickly as it drains their energy and makes them incredibly tired. It’s not the healthiest option since they just wake up in pain and with a pounding headache, but it’s a solution

As much as he hates to admit it, he does sometimes take naps in the lair on days where he’s running on 3 hours of sleep, which is most days

They dyed their hair blonde when they were 13 and it never went back to its old colour, even when it started growing out again. Nobody around them seemed to notice this other then themself

He’s easily aggravated by Edward, and at this point has no idea if Edward does the things he does on purpose or if Crow is just looking too deep into everything

They don’t find this out until halfway through their lore, but when their dad told them they were an alien child, he was being serious… kinda. It’s less alien and more space god child thing that was just thrown into some random family by their actual dad

His sword is almost impossible to destroy as it has a bond to him. Only way to destroy the sword is to kill him. Due to this, if he’s seriously hurt or on the brink of death, his sword will begin to crack and the cracks will disappear as he heals

Their sword was actually a gift from their space god dad to make up for not being present in their life

Crow has a drivers license. However, this isn’t common knowledge and could honestly be considered a secret because he refuses to drive and walks everywhere

They don’t own an umbrella and hasn’t owned one since the second grade. Their umbrellas would constantly break so their parents gave up buying them, resulting in them having to walk home in the rain

He’s the type of person to go to a party he was invited to just to be nice, but then hide away in the corner or under a table and avoid all forms of social interaction. Anxiety am I right

Before moving to Foxfield, they lived in a small town in Canada. They got halfway through their first year of high school before having to move to Foxfield due to unfortunate events

Crow has a ladder leading up to his window. He put it there so that Ari didn’t constantly have to walk up the massive stairs in his house every time she came to visit

They refer to their window as the window of gay, and their room as Rapunzels tower. This is because they have a pride flag hanging from their window and their room has one of those tower like parts of the house in it

Thanks to his dads job, they were able to move into the semi-rich people neighbourhood, meaning they live a few minutes away from Felix

They don’t actually like jeans and thinks they’re uncomfortable as hell, they just wear them because they look cool in them

He absolutely hates when people, specifically girls, form deep romantic crushes on him because it breaks his heart to explain to them that he’s gay and arospec and he never knows how to go about it

They’re a people pleaser and will always focus on anyone other then themself. Due to this they don’t have time to focus on their own problems that really need to be sorted out

During his Wolfe pack arc, he unlocks unlimited power for the pack. While Felix is using it to become school king, Crow uses it the cause utter chaos and ruin Edwards day

After a day of hanging out around Edward and his gang, their social meter is extremely drained, leaving only enough energy to have their daily talks with Ari

Despite his hatred of Edward at times, he still really cares about the gang and will risk anything for the guys. He’s even willing to reveal his powers if it means they’ll all be safe

Despite hating going outside, there’s this one secluded spot in the park that Crow really likes going to after school. The only other people who know of this spot are Ari and Felix

#ibvs #crow starla #random rambling with starly #felt like just leaving some random facts about them #might do some ibvs headcanons next #I’ve had a few of those building up #ibvs oc #oc