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marvelsmarauder · 1 year
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poly!marauders x fem!werewolf!reader inspired by this tiktok summary: After a argument with the marauders about your choice of friends, things are misunderstood. On a full moon, while Remus is transforming, the marauders find out the only secret their girlfriend has. Unfortunately on that particular night Remus loses control. warnings: bad words/cussing, jealousy, angst, fluff, BAD LANGUAGE/NOT PROOF READ
A/N: I hate this so much lmao. I've had this in my drafts and wanted to post it because it was swirling in my head since forever.
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You have known the marauders since your first arrival at the train station in 1st year and have been dating three of them since 4th year. However you always had a feeling that they were hiding something from you. You didn’t blame them at first, since you weren’t as close with them like how they were to each other, you had your own group of friends. To the displeasure of your current boyfriends those friends were still in your life and none other than the Slytherin’s they hated the most. But also because you had your own little secret. Sirius, James and Remus were just horrible at being subtle about theirs. Over the years your relationship blossomed into what it is today but the little voice in the back of your mind kept nagging at you that they still didn’t trust you enough to tell you their big secret.
You ignored it. The insecure thoughts and harsh words directed at yourself were always locked up in a dark place that you rarely paid attention to. Today something was different. You couldn’t figure out what it was so you didn’t say anything, but today you felt extra sensitive than usually. It was nothing new to your boyfriends that you were grumpy at times, especially during those days of the month were you were bleeding in uncomfortable areas, so they didn’t talk to you about it. Still something was making you feel frustrated. Maybe it was the constant whispering the boys had been doing since yesterday. Maybe it was the disappearing together without even acknowledging you or it could be that Remus was always the first to leave. Remus, who always is the sweetest of you all and the best care giver you have ever met. It seemed that that Remus was hell bound on avoiding you and in doing so keeping the other two also out of your reach. You are sitting next to Regulus and Evan during breakfast and chatting with your friends. You are distracted by the book Regulus is telling you about that you don’t notice your boyfriends walking into the great hall. You don’t notice the jealous eyes that settle on you and sure as hell are oblivious to the pair of eyes that look at your direction, more likely to Regulus, with anger you would be afraid of. Sirius was purposefully sitting with his back turned to the Slytherin table and eating his food while chatting with James about quidditch so that the latter wouldn’t look at you every few seconds. He tried to include Remus in their conversation but the tall boy just growled at them and kept glaring at the younger Black, who was way too close to you in his opinion. Today would be the full moon of this month and Remus was being restless and more animal than himself this time. They all knew that tonight would be one of the harder cycles. Hopefully everything would go as smooth as possible. When Remus heard you laugh at something that Rosier said he abruptly stood up and left the hall. His two boyfriends looked at him warily when he stood up and followed him as soon as he took off. You laughed at something Evan had said when you heard Sirius’s voice “Remus, WAIT.” and looked over to the Gryffindor table, just seeing Remus’ frame disappearing from your sight as he left trough the big double doors. You watched as Sirius immediately rushed after the tall boy met James eyes who frowned and left soon after the other two. You felt as if someone had stabbed a blade trough your chest and set it on fire. What the hell was going on? Excusing yourself from your friends you stood up and made your way to the Gryffindor tower, the worried eyes of a younger Black brother following your figure till you disappeared from his view.
Your pace was quick as you walked trough the halls of Hogwarts, climbed up the stairs and said the password which gave you permission to enter the Gryffindor common room. When you didn’t see your boyfriends anywhere you quickly made your way up to the boys dormitory's.
Before you could knock on the door you hear your boyfriends shouting at each other, which greatly surprised you, seeing as the boys never fought and the doors should be charmed to not let any noise. Then you saw that the door is ajar. “WELL I DIDN’T TELL HER TO FLIRT WITH EVERYONE THAT HAS A DICK BETWEEN THEIR LEGS, DID I ?!” Remus’ shouting made you stop your hand that was about to push open the door. It broke your heart to hear what your boyfriend said about you. You knew that the boys didn’t much like your friends, however they’ve never acted out this much. You didn’t notice the tears that were falling down you cheeks, when suddenly your whole composure changed and you were fuming with anger. They had no right to talk about you like that when they had been nothing but distant and ignorant towards you. You slammed open the door and all heads snapped to you. James’ eyes widened at your tears but when he saw the anger in your eyes he decided it would be better not to point them out nor to walk up to you.
“You selfish git, you have no right to speak about me like that. What is you bloody problem, Lupin?!” you spat at him, a fire burning in your eyes. You were heartbroken and felt betrayed. You had every right to feel like shit, but you wanted to know what the cause of all of this was.
“I will tell you what my bloody problem is. You, eye fuckin’ those nasty Slytherin's. Why do you not ask them to just shag you, or maybe you have already-” Remus’ harsh words were cut off by you slapping his cheek. His head snapped to the right and it was dead silent. “y/n, he didn’ mean it. He-” Sirius attempt at cooling down the situation was also cut off this time by you speaking up. You were glaring at Remus with more tears streaming down your face, he wasn’t looking at you, he has not moved his head yet, frozen in place they all listen to what you say. “I have no idea what is going on with you these days, but you have no right to be jealous nor talking shit about me, when you have done nothing but avoid me and be distant. I don’t even remember the last time you talked to me other than insulting me now.. Whatever the hell you boys are keeping secret is destroying this relationship and I’m not up for it. This is nothing but toxic, I don’t even know if we should keep this up.” Remus snapped his eyes up at your words and the crack I n your voice at the end. When he saw how much hurt swirled in your eyes he immediately regretted what he said, but it was too late now. Before he could even say something you stormed out of the room and into your own shared dorm. It had been a couple of hours later, fortunately it was a Saturday and so you did not need to attend any classes, you had barricaded yourself in your bed with the curtains around the furniture drawn closed. Your roommates were checking in on you every hour but you shut them down quickly. Was it over now? Sure, you were the one who said those things but did you really mean them ? You loved the boys, more than anything but wouldn’t it be a mistake if you kept secrets from each other and then ended up fighting? So many questions swirling in your head that you could find no answers to. It was getting dark and it was when Dory, your roommate, shook you awake that you realized how late it was, you had fallen asleep after all the crying. You looked out of the window, that showed the view over the castle grounds and behind the walls, the moon was only starting to get up while the last sun rays made it over the surface. You quickly grabbed the potion that had been gifted to you last month by Severus. Another Slytherin friend, whom you’ve known before attending Hogwarts. Rushing down the stairs you made it out trough a hidden passage way that led you into the center of the forbidden forest. You downed the potion that helped you stay in control of your transformation and delayed the full moons attention. You had been a Lycanthrope since you were a baby, a mistake of your uncle that isn’t talked about, and you’ve gotten used to the transformation by the time that you were seven years old. Yes, it was immensely painful but as a kid who has been going trough the transition since the age of 8 months you didn’t know any better. You thought it was just something everyone went trough so you gave yourself to the pain and every time you did it the better you got with control and the pain.
A few more transitions later and you were completely control of your transformation. You are now able to transform at any time you wish on a full moon night and how often or long you wanted to. You still had to transform if you didn’t do it on your own your body forced you to but that happened rarely, you found joy while running through the woods.
You could also stay in your half transitioned form for longer than usual which saved your life a few times.
The moon was finally at its apex when you heard something rustle somewhere in the forest. Your hearing was now quite enhanced that you could almost hear the merpeople in the black lake singing to each other. You supposed that the noises came from the whomping willow and payed it no mind. You decided that you should transform and get it over with when you heard a scream and howl while you were mid transformation. Transforming fully, you began to sprint in the direction of the restless tree. When you arrived you could hear a fight going on under the tree. Or more like someone struggling with something. When you heard another painful cry your eyes widened at the familiar voice who was trying to talk to someone. Keyword: trying. “REMUS LISTEN, YOU NEED TO STOP!! JAMES, get away!” you quickly found a whole near the roots of the whomping willow. Your small thin werewolf appearance could easily dodge the the trees whipping branches and slipped trough the whole. Under the tree was a small cabin. You didn’t know who would build something in such a dangerous place. You walked into another room- a bedroom- and froze on your spot. What you saw made your heart race- It all made sense now. You saw Remus also mid transition, clearly not in charge of what’s happening to him, on top of Sirius ready to hurt your boyfriend in ways you didn’t want to think about. On the other side of the room you could see James propped up against the wall with a few cuts on his body. A half human, half wolf Remus snarled at Sirius before raising his claws and making himself ready to strike when you transformed back and ran at him, pushing him off of Sirius. Taking a protective stance in front of your boyfriend you slightly crouched down which made Sirius’ eyes widen. “Y/N YOU NEED TO GET OUT! He’s not himself” the raven haired boy said panicked but you didn’t pay him any mind as you kept your eyes on Remus. “Remus!” your boyfriend growled at you and made his way up to you, ready to attack, but you anticipated this and dodged his swing. You took a few steps away from Sirius, making the lycan follow you. Moony snarled at you and then fixed his gaze onto James, who was still struggling with a few wounds. You saw it in slow motion, how Remus raced to James and bit into his arm. James screamed in pain and you transformed immediately, running up to the boys and pushing the sandy brown haired boy away from your hurt boyfriend. Moony growled but when he saw another wolf he grew quite. You snarled at him and stood in front of James. Remus stared at you. Moony didn’t understand if the new wolf is a friend or enemy. You stared at him before going back to your half transformed state and letting your eyes glow up once again.
Moony growled again but you held your hand up and took a step closer, making him growl louder. “Remus!Remus! Remus! Listen! Listen!Listen!“ the transforming boy looked up at you and for a second you saw Remus‘ scared eyes. “You‘re not a monster! You‘re a werewolf!.. like me.“ something in him seemed to stir when you let your yellow wolf eyes glow and he kept staring at you. Slowly you saw how the animal features seemed to leave his face and your sweet boyfriend came to view. “Just like that, Rem! You’re controlling it.” you said, impressed and proud of your boyfriend. Remus stared at you wide eyed and breathless, kneeling on the floor, he dropped down so that he was sitting on the cold floor “I am?” he questioned in disbelief. “Yea, baby, you’re great, just breathe” you smiled at him and he let out an exhausted chuckle “I’m not alone?” you shook your head and gave him small sad smile while kneeling in front of him and taking his hands into yours, “You never were” he beamed at you. “James!” Sirius’ panicked call caught your attention. You looked behind you to see your bespectacled boyfriend smiling tiredly at the pair of you, his eyes fluttering closed as the blood flowed out of his arm.
Remus’ heart sank. He felt his insides churn and would have thrown up if he could. He had hurt James. He was frozen in his place and couldn’t comprehend anything. You instantly stood up and rushed to James’ side, Sirius following you soon after. “If you won’t be turning into another animal Siri, you better help me!” you said worried for your boyfriend “Jamie, hey, keep your eyes open sweetheart, okay?” you instructed in hopes of distracting him.
The curly haired boy could only nod slightly before he was picked up by Sirius. You supported Remus and the three four of you rushed to the hospital wing. Sirius placed James in a bed in the corner, you helped Remus to lay down on the opposite one and called for Poppy. The nurse quickly walked up to you and you all pointed out to James who was struggling to keep his eyes open and she got to work. You walked up to Sirius, standing next to James’ bed and slipped your hand trough the Black’s. He turned his head slightly and kissed your forehead, no one saying anything as Poppy helped James while you and Sirius watched him, Remus was peering over from his bed but was struggling to keep his eyes open. He felt nothing but guilt and sadness consume him. He truly was a monster, he thought.
As if he had read his boyfriends mind, Sirius looked over to Remus to see tears flowing down his cheeks. He sighed and squeezed your hand. You looked up at him with own tears gathering in your eyes, though yours were in sympathy and worry for the Gryffindor quidditch captain. The Black heir nodded to the bed you placed Remus on and when you turned to look at your third boyfriend you squeezed Sirius’ hand back and let his hand go so that he could go to Remus. You turned back to James to see that his eyes were twitching. You kneeled next to his bed and took his hand in yours. “Come on, Jamie. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours, please” You held back a sob as your voice cracked and more tears fell down your cheeks. You couldn’t imagine yourself living in a world without any one of your boyfriends. They were your happiness, they were the reason you stood up every morning, they were your reason to live.
Sirius sat at the edge of Remus’ bed and took his hand into his own. The tall boy had his eyes fixed on the Potter who looked as if he was in pain. When Sirius went to wrap his arms around Remus the latter flinched away from his touch. He stared at the black haired boy with widened eyes that were clouded with fear. He had hurt James, he could not hurt Sirius too. He couldn’t hurt any of you again. He will never forget this and will be plagued with guilt.
“Hey, Rem. It’s okay. He’s gonna be fine.” Sirius whispered. He tried to calm his boyfriend, he knew how it was to shy away from someones touch. He didn’t want to make Remus uncomfortable even if he knew that Remus’ reasons where way different than his own. “N-no. He’ll hate me. We should- I think- He should hate me. I- You all should. I don’t want to hurt you. Please.” Remus could not express himself. He wanted to say that he thought that they should break up. They are better off without him. But he knew that he could never be the one to say it, he was that selfish, he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without his boyfriends and girlfriend. He couldn’t imagine what he would be like.
“He’ll heal without problem. You brought him here just in time.” Poppy’s voice cut off any other thing that would have been said as all three Gryffindors sighed in relief. You kneeled next to James’ bed and pressed your forehead against his fingers that were intertwined with yours. You felt your whole body shake as you realized in what kind of situation you guys were in and how badly it could have ended.
The nurse went on to Remus to inspect his injuries and to make sure that he didn’t have any after affects because of the transformation.
You all stayed the night at the hospital wing. Eventually Sirius fell asleep on the chair next to James’ bed. You were seated on the chair next to Remus’ bed and stared at the floor.
Remus had his eyes fixed on you as he thought about your secret. You were also a werewolf, just like him. You didn’t seem to be in any pain when you transformed.
He couldn’t believe that you had full control of your transition and more so when he remembered that you helped him gain control. He had stopped his transformation. How was that even possible?
“How did you do it?” Remus’ weak voice made you snap out of your thoughts. You looked at him and tilted your head as if to say ‘What do you mean?’ “How did you control your transformation? A-and how did I?” he stammered.
You stood up and sat next to him on his bed. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and rested your head on his chest. “I could control it since I was 10. My uncle is a werewolf and he’s helped me a lot. He taught me that in order to gain control over your wolf you have to embrace all your emotions. Good and bad. Your biggest fears and your saddest moments. Everything. It got easier for me when I met you three.” Remus hung on every word you said. He was intrigued to hear your story but didn’t want to ask.
He also felt a bit better and happier when he heard that they could be your support, even though unintentional. But he couldn’t understand how he did it. He always thought his biggest fear was he himself. “The moment you realized that you were not alone, that I was like you, you faced your biggest fear. And at the same time a happy moment. That’s how you did it. Honestly I’m surprised you weren’t able to before.” You looked up at him to see him looking at you already. You leaned up to capture his lips in yours. He deepened the kiss as if muscle memory. It was slow and steady, just what he needed to sort out his swirling thoughts. “I love you.” Remus whispered when you pulled away. He cast his gaze to Sirius and trailed over to James before looking back to you “I love all of you” he added. You smiled tiredly at him “We love you too. Get some rest, love.”
Remus nodded before he remembered the reason why tonight escalated “Y/n?” “Hm?” “I’m sorry. For arguing with you. I was angry and the moon was starting to effect me and I know that’s not an excuse but I’m just so so so-” He was cut off when you crashed your lips back onto his to stop him from rambling. “It’s alright. It really hurt that you thought that of me but-” now it was his turn to cut you off
“NO! I would never think that and I never did. I just *sigh* I distanced myself because I didn’t want you to find out. I didn’t want to hurt you. Which seems ironic now, but still. I was jealous and said things I didn’t mean, really!” He said sincerely. You nodded and rested your head back onto his chest. You both fell asleep soon after.
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baziutawrites · 1 year
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Jealous!Xavier Thorpe x Fem OC smut
WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.
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Val didn't think she could get that angry over something that stupid and yet, there she was, screaming in the middle of the packed courtyard during the lunch break. She felt the boiling rush of fury shooting through her veins, burning her eyes and mouth as if she got a face full of fire and when she realized what it meant, it was too late to even try to control it. She had enough of this thick-headed werewolf pestering her since the Rave'N. 
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"Enough of this bullshit, Adam!"
She saw Xavier in her field of vision, stopping near some other group of guys, watching her as her face contorted into her true form, features elongating, sharpening, hollowing her cheeks as she shouted. 
The anger overtook her. 
Her pupils momentarily dissolved, covering her eyeballs in absolute blackness, dark and bottomless with rage. She felt her other set of teeth force their way out of her gums painfully because of their sharpness, protruding for a second before snapping back in, leaving a coppery taste of blood on her tongue.
"Leave. Me. Alone."
She panted, trying to regain composure and desperately not to let panic overcome her. This was the very first time she let her true form show publicly. Since no-one - except her group of friends from the Nightshades - knew about her being a nixie, a rusalka, a water demonic entity, they most definitely knew now. But even her friends never saw her in this form.
She closed her eyes, praying they would come back to normal when she opened them back again. She heard the footsteps of the Adam guy fade away and a small hand appeared on her shoulder.
Enid.
"Wow. Just, wow." She squealed into her ear. "That was bad-ass, girl. Totes bad bitch energy!"
She heard the rest of the group agree, Kent even whistled in approval.
Val's body twitched slightly as she slowly felt the tension subsiding, only now realizing how stiff she was, how hard she gritted her teeth, afraid the other set might snap back out again. She didn't expect their reaction to be positive at all and she felt warmth form in her chest. She couldn't believe she had such wonderful people around her. It made her feel accepted.
Xavier stood there, the image of his girlfriend in the form he only saw in an old musty book he found in the Nightshades' Library still fresh before his eyes. He watched the dude Val was just screeching at stop at the group of werewolves from his wing. He knew they were a bunch of knuckleheads, not very bright, always talking about how many girls they pulled every night, when the truth was they were just getting high and drunk every weekend with no single girl in sight. And then he heard the Adam guy saying the words he least expected in his situation.
"...I would definitely tame that little demon bitch, dude. Like, did you see her sharp dirty little mouth? How sick she looked?" 
They all laughed and howled, making Xavier's face heat up with anger. 
"Ow man, her kind fucks dudes to death!" More laughter ensued.
"Wild."
"Yea, but she's deffo all bite and scratch until you, y'kno, stuff your cock in her little cun–"
He couldn't stand this anymore. Anxiety and anger stabbed through his chest, constricting his lungs. His expression turned sour and he started towards Val, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. He wouldn't have that.
His sudden movement startled the group and he was glad he got their attention, hoping they were shocked to see him appearing in such close proximity to them. Everyone knew he was dating her but some apparently needed a reminder.
He would show them who she really belonged to.
He stomped through the yard, closing the distance in a few, long strides and slung his lanky arms around Val's waist, pressing his body flush against her back, making her jump.
"Hey baby," he murmured into her ear, his voice audibly grumpy, his hot breath on her skin making her shiver slightly. He tugged at her collar, loosening her tie and pulling the material open just enough for the hickeys he left yesterday on her neck and collarbones to be visible, while hugging her close and gliding his lips over the other side of her neck. His eyes bore into the faces of the group of werewolves the entire time, relishing in the way they shifted uncomfortably. They realized he heard them.
Val melted into his touch, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips, the tension subsiding at the warmth of his body.
"Hey," she breathed, focusing on the feeling of his hair pressed against her cheek, trying not to moan at the wonderful sensation his mouth left with those sloppy kisses he was an expert at. Her back arched involuntarily and she pressed her butt against his thighs, earning a small grunt from him.
"Yea, hey to you too, Xavier," Divina piped up, a playful exasperation in her voice. "It's so nice to see you."
"Oh, we are good, thank you so much for asking." Yoko continued with an eye roll clear in her voice and the group snickered. 
There was a snap of a picture being taken and a loud squeal, followed by rapid tapping on the phone screen. Enid would definitely update her blog tonight and Xavier knew he and his girlfriend would be the main topic for the next week, considering everything that happened. He grinned viciously against Val's skin, still not letting go of the material of her shirt. He hoped the purple marks were very clear in the photo.
The sound of Enid's excitement brought Val back to full alert.
"Xav, what are you doing?" She laughed at him, slapping his hand away from her neckline. 
He only grumbled in response and angrily kissed her neck again. His eyes shifted towards that group once more, training on Adam, who gave him a middle finger before rushing out of the courtyard, whispering animatedly with his friends and shooting Xavier nasty looks over their shoulders. 
Bianca threw her hands up in the air this time.
"Are we see-through?" She joked. "Gosh, at least get a room, you two."
Val pushed his arms off of her, giggling and turning around to quickly peck him on the lips, and before he could pull her in for another one, she sat down between Ajax and Enid. They immediately swept her into a conversation about the werewolf guy, asking what was that all about, since she didn't say that much about his borderline stalkerish behaviour before. 
"What's the deal with that guy?" Ajax asked, frowning at the disappearing backs of the werewolves.
Before Val could respond however, Enid couldn't hold down her excitement anymore.
"You said he tried to ask you out at last year's Rave'N but you've turned him down, no?" She blurted out the question so fast it was almost unintelligible. "And he kept coming back. Like, several times. Every month. For a year!"
Everyone stared at her, including Val. She did not share that much info with anyone.
"How do you…?"
"I have my sources." She blinked at them innocently. "So, tell us more! We want to know everything!"
"Yea, for example, why didn't you tell me about it when it started?" Xavier grumbled, toying with a button of his uniform. His shoulders were stiff, he was obviously uncomfortable.
"Maybe because we weren't together at the Rave'N? Why would I tell you details about my love life back then?" 
He winced, his lips forming a thin line as he hung his head low, nodding slightly. Memories of the dance came back to him - how he felt when he saw her with Cameron, her vampire guy friend, dancing to a slow tune, heads together, laughing at each others jokes. How he longed to be the one holding her in his arms but instead, his stupid ass convinced himself it was impossible and forced himself to pin over Wednesday, telling himself he liked her more than a friend, unknowingly pushing Val further away. And then, this fucking Adam dude came around.
"Touché." Bianca clicked her tongue.
"Wait, Enid said he kept pestering you after you rejected him at the dance, right?" Divina shifted her body to look Val in the eyes while Enid nodded frantically.
"Why didn't you tell us at all, tell Xavier when you actually started dating? Girl, it has been almost a fucking year, don't you think he went a little overboard?"
"Because it was stupid. Is stupid."
"I didn't find the way he kept trying to touch you stupid." Wednesday's deadpan voice startled them, as she popped up next to Enid. Her unblinking stare bore into Valerye's head. "I think he deserves to have his limbs cut off. To set an example."
"He touched you?" Yoko froze, just as Xavier's head snapped back up.
"I mean, he tried." Valet out a dark chuckle. "But after I broke his fingers during swimming practice, he turned to spamming my Insta, and trying to pick me up by telling some gross shit sometimes. And those god awful gifts, like those fucking sex dice." She shuddered.
"How about ripping out his tongue now?"
"Wednesday!" Enid shushed her girlfriend, frantically trying to diffuse the tension forming in their circle.
"Or we could sew his mouth shut," Bianca mused and smiled at Wednesday when she gave her an approving look.
"Guys, I appreciate it, really, but it's nothing. Seriously!" Val insisted when Kent and Divina both shook their heads, Ajax leaning back on the bench with his eyebrows raised so high they almost disappeared underneath his beanie. "He probably will lose interest soon."
The entire group didn't look convinced, however. Xavier included.
He felt twinges of anxiety in his chest again, which didn't leave him for the rest of the day. He followed closely behind Val for the entire time he physically could - and thankfully for him, their timetables didn't differ from one another much - a scowl was twisting his features every time they passed Adam or one of his stupid werewolf friends in the halls.
He made sure his hands or lips were present on his girlfriend's body when the werewolves were around, getting bolder and bolder with each hour as they shot daggers at one another. Val sensed a change in his behaviour and slowly started to get miffed at this increasingly obvious cockfight. This was getting ridiculous.
It got to a breaking point when he forced her deskmate out of their chair for the sixth time today, only to sit there with a grumpy expression thinning his lips and his hands traveling up her thighs so far up it almost brushed against her panties.
"Are you mad?" She hissed at him, swatting his hand away and ironing out her skirt, trying not to bring the teacher's attention onto them.
Usually, his antics would make her eager to get some action but combined with his unfocused, anxiety ridden stare and his pissy, twisted features it only made her want to shake him out of this weird state he was in.
"Come." She dragged him out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. He followed obediently, his mind trained at the feeling of her hand inside his and her skirt swishing around her swaying hips as she walked in front, leading the way. 
They stopped at the quiet corner, near the rarely used bathrooms at the very end of the hall. She pushed him against the wall and jabbed a finger into his chest, looking up at him. 
"What in the fucking hell is up with you?"
He wasted no time, snatching her and pulling her body into his, his large hands sliding underneath her shirt. He kissed her, hungrily and possessively, almost as if he was about to lose her, forcing his tongue into her mouth with a whimper.
"Those fucking werewolf guys… They were talking shit… about you."
She pushed him off, rolling her eyes at his explanation.
"Xavi, do you realize people do talk about other people all the time, right? It's called gossip–"
"They say they would fuck you," he gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles clenching, accentuating his sharp features. "They said they would 'tame that little demon bitch', Val. I heard that alright."
"You think they can?" She chuckled and shook her head.
He avoided her eyes but his face showed everything, how pissed he was at a mere thought of her being in bed with some other dude. At the very idea of another man daring to want her in his bed. It dawned on her. 
He was jealous. And for some fucking reason, insecure. 
She sighed with exasperation.
"Xavier. Look at me."
His eyes darted down towards hers, a sort of worry deeply etched in the way he looked at her. 
"Do I really need to remind you, who fucks me almost every night?"
A smile twitched his now flushed cheeks, a warm sensation in his chest, trickling down to his crotch.
"You seriously want me to say it?" She laughed. He looked at her, sheepish.
"Yea", he murmured quietly, smiling stupidly down at her. His breath quickened at the anticipation he was flooded with and licked his lips, shivers traveling down his body.
"Do you remember, who eats me out until I squirt all over their face? Who fingers me so good I lose my fucking mind after minutes of it? Whose entire fucking fist was stuffed inside me not that long ago, baby?"
He groaned quietly, pressing himself into her, grinding his erection against her abdomen and burying his face into her neck. He was hot to the touch, veins on his neck protruding.
"Any ideas, who stuffs his fat cock inside my dripping cunt and fucks me senseless and makes me cum all around it, hm? Because I think I know who that is, Xavier."
He moaned into her mouth as he lunged for a kiss, pushing his thigh in between her knees and she immediately pressed her wet cunt against his lanky leg, rocking her hips on top of him. Pride swell in his chest, making him feel lightheaded. Her hands went straight towards his bulge, palming him through the material, she was relishing in the little sounds he made thanks to her.
"Enlighten me." He pleaded, wide green eyes filled with need. He gripped her hips, helping her move against him, feeling the material of his pants getting moist where she rubbed herself onto it. 
"So, in case you didn't notice who rails me raw almost every day, Thorpe, it is you. It's your dick that I love to ride, it is your face that I love to grind my wet pussy on. It is you, and only you, you absolute idiot."
He inhaled sharply when she squeezed his erect cock through his pants with a groan on her end as she felt how incredibly hard he was. Praise always got him all hot and bothered.
"Please, baby." His voice now low and raspy, his fingers dancing at the hem of her skirt. He wanted to see her underneath him, to hear her moan his name while she writhed with his cock plunged deep inside her. She was his and only his. Not some Adam guy's, not any other guy's. His. 
And yet, he still felt as if this was just a dream, an incredibly lewd and unreal dream. He needed to feel her, to prove he wasn't imagining things.
"Please what?" She teased, his lower lip now between her teeth as she pulled it and swiftly followed with a messy kiss. Soft moans mixed together while their tongues intertwined once again, caressing each other, saliva dripping at the corners of their mouths. Her hands found their way into his hair, messing up his bun completely while scratching his scalp. 
Xavier groaned and dug his fingers into her hips, growing desperate with each passing second. His pant leg was drenched by now, her wetness seeping through the material and onto his skin. 
"Let me fuck you." He looked at her with his pleading puppy dog eyes, leading her backwards towards the men's bathroom. "I want you. I need you. I have to feel you. Please."
"You are unbelievable." She breathed as she felt her back pushing the door open, her mouth busy on Xavier's neck. 
It wasn't long before she was sat at the countertop where the sinks were, her back against the cool glass of the mirror behind her. Her tie discarded, her uniform a mess, with her skirt pushed up, material pooling around her waist, exposing her thighs which were immediately pushed open by Xavier. His big palms glided over her sensitive skin, making her shiver when his long fingers got close to her covered pussy. 
A loud, long moan escaped her when he slid his fingertips across the soaked material of her panties, gasping at the sensation. He then slowly peeled the material off of her.
"God, Val," his voice cracking at the sight of the inside of the material completely covered in translucent, thick liquid, strands of it stretching towards her swollen pussy lips. They too were covered in her juices entirely, her perky clit peeking from underneath it's hood, glistening in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. "You're so fucking wet."
"It's all your fault, Xavier." She groaned, moving her hips expectantly. A few new droplets appeared at her slit when she shifted and he went feral. Yanking the underwear down, he latched his mouth onto her clit, his tongue lapping her up. Stifled throaty moans erupted from his chest as her pussy flooded his mouth, the taste shocking him every time at how delicious it was. She bucked her hips against his face, smearing her wetness all over his chin despite the strong grip he had on her hips. Her loud, needy moans combined with his hair being tugged at, prompted him to focus all of his attention on her hardened clit. 
He sucked and licked her as if his life depended on it, making her cry out.
"Babe, oh god slowdownplea-aah," she pleaded, trying and failing to push his head away. "So intense, go-ohnna wet myself–"
Her words made him jolt, a newfound determination flooding his mind and body, making his cock strain painfully against the material of his pants, desperate to feel her heat. His grunts sent vibrations deep into her cunt and he resumed pleasuring her even more intensely than before, his tongue repeatedly rubbing her sensitive nub while he sucked on it with all his might. 
He watched with a dazed expression, how she arched her back, chest heaving, trying feebly to escape his lips. Feverish sounds of her wails filled the bathroom but this wasn't enough for his ego.
Three of his long, skillful fingers plunged inside her dripping hole, making her cry out in pleasure again. He stretched her almost painfully, filling her up nearly as good as his dick always did. But when he curled them upwards, pressing all three of them against her g spot and began absolutely assaulting it, setting a pace so fast it made her mind go blank, only the overwhelming pleasure present in her head, she felt her body give into him. Her senses were of fire. His mouth never leaving her clit, making the electrifying sensations unbearable, she positively wailed as if she was possessed. 
And then she felt it - the overbearing sensation of fiery stinging in her inner thighs and cunt, telling her she was doomed. She tensed up, her legs shaking and she stopped breathing, her eyes boring into Xavier's. He knew it too.
The way her face was flushed, eyes glazed over, pure pleasure contorting her features, her skin burning his arm that was looped around her thigh, stopping her from closing them - he devoured the sight. He wanted every drop of what was to come to be his.
"Yes," came his muffled voice, "yes baby, do it, squirt on me."
Before he finished the sentence, he felt it. The burning hot liquid flooded his chin and neck, seeping into his collar, dripping down his chest. Her voice, almost unrecognizable, guttural, reverberated between the tiled walls as her eyes rolled backwards. He felt as if he was about to cum in his pants.
But he didn't stop pleasuring her, his mouth firm on her sopping, soft cunt, his arm still moving fast, bringing her close to the wet release again, mere seconds after the previous one. This time, he let go of her clit and opened his mouth, trying to catch all of her liquids when she squirted on him again. This was absolute heaven.
With his face dripping, he stood up from the floor, eyes roaming over Val's body sprawled before him on the counter. Her cunt was dripping with her juices, droplets sliding down her asscheeks and falling onto the floor. He needed to feel her on his dick, he was desperate at this point. 
He fumbled with his belt when his phone let out a "ding". Val waved at him to check it.
"I need a breather." She panted, eyes closed, her mind swimming. He chuckled, self-satisfied at the sight in front of him, and pulled out his phone.
.
Jaxxo
Whr u at
Class started 30 mins ago
.
Xav 
Busy 🤫
Won't make it tell'em I got sick or sth pls
.
Jaxxo 
Ookay 
Val with u? 😏
Wait don't answer I don't wanna know lol
Btw that dumbfuck still on abt ur girl
Adam Welsh or what he called 
Says val secretly likes him like bro 💀
Stop it's embarrassing 
An idea popped into Xavier's mind - an insane one for sure and Val would absolutely dismember him afterwards… but the venomous snakes coiling in his chest at the very mention of that fucker made him want to show him who is in on top. And, oh, he will show him alright.
A vicious grin adorned his features as he tapped on his phone quickly.
.
Xav
Got an idea
And need ur help with it
Tell that fucker u heard val is waiting for him
In the men's bathroom on the end of the 3rd
The one no one uses basically 
Maybe seeing sth will get the idea out of his thick fucking head
.
Jaxxo
What
Why
Oooooh 
Oooh wait
Bro 😶
U sure
Well shit alright
But don't tell val I had anything to do wit it okay
I don't wanna be dead lol
Will attend ur funeral tho promise 🙏
"What you grinning at?" Val smiled and eyed Xavier's expression as he put away the phone next to them. Her hands were busy with his zipper, clearly ready to take him now.
"Nothin'." He answered a bit too quickly for it to be actually nothing so he tried to distract her by gliding his palm underneath her shirt, squeezing her breasts. "Just our sweet Ajax worrying about us and all."
He sighed, feeling her taste on his tongue and her palm now working on his erect length on full display now. He was twitching, anticipation building up in his chest and groin. He purred, feeling the delicious friction he longed for so badly and bucked into her hand, covering it with precum. 
"You ready for me, baby?" Val breathed, pulling him towards her. "I feel so empty without you inside me."
Xavier groaned, all thoughts about the werewolf guy fleeting from his mind as he felt his tip glide against her dripping folds.
"Always," he breathed, their mouths connecting as he pushed his throbbing dick inside her with a pleasured groan, mixing with her whimpers.
From the corner of her eye, Val saw Xavier's phone screen lit up with a message from Ajax saying 'on it chief'. But her boyfriend grabbed her thighs and pushed them towards her chest, leaning onto them and started thrusting and every single rational thought she had disappeared, only to be replaced by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that sent sparks through her body each time Xavier’s cock pushed deep into her fluttering cunt. The pace he set was fast but not too much, leaving her wanting more of him, more of this. His name falling from her lips made his hips stutter. He thirstily drank it from her mouth as they sloppily caressed each other with their open mouthed kisses. He put her ankles at the both sides of his face, leaving his hands free to hungrily roam her body writhing underneath his weight.
It wasn't long before she grew hot to the touch.
"Xavi, god baby, I'm close." Her whining made his hips lose their rhythm for a second, and she desperately lifted her butt up to meet his thrusts faster. "You feel so good, so thick, filling me up like that."
She was lost in pleasure, babbling sweet nonsense, trying to grab his hips, scratching at his arms. The sounds of their voices, mixed with the lewd, wet sounds of his cock being repeatedly swallowed by her pussy, skin slapping against skin, filled every corner of the bathroom. She was so close, so cockdrunk, she didn't hear the bathroom door open and a voice calling out.
"Hey, sexay, you waiting for m‐‐"
Adam strutted into the bathroom she was supposedly waiting for him at, only to stop dead in his tracks the second he saw the scene unfold before his eyes.
Xavier Thorpe was balls deep inside Valerye's wet cunt, with her legs up against his chest, writhing under his repeated, fast thrusts, her voice throaty as she moaned her boyfriend's name into his mouth.
"Fuck, Xavier, Xavier, oh yes, I'm cumming, god I'm cumming, Xavi don't stop, please, make me cum, make me…" 
Her eyes suddenly grew wide as her body strained upwards, mouth in a silent 'o' as she pressed her damp forehead against Xavier's, nails digging into his arms. He would definitely have scratch marks and it made him proud as fuck. His flushed cheeks got even redder as he felt her body heat up like she was about to catch fire. He watched her eyes go unfocused, seeing and feeling her spasming as her orgasm tore through her.
"Xavier, Xavier, Xavi–" The rest of her wails turned into an incoherent garble, as she threw her head back, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt as if her mind disconnected from her body for a few seconds when Xavier groaned her own name. 
"Fuck, Valerye. Fuck." His cock swell and with erratic thrusts, he spilled inside her, pumping her cunt to the brim with his seed. His body then rested on top of hers, both exhausted, yet she still rocked herself down from her high, his softening dick still inside her.
As if she was underwater, she thought she heard Xavier's voice. It was filled with pure malice.
"Like to watch, furry? Or looking for something - or someone, huh?" A vengeful, wide, seething smile contorted his features as he raised his eyebrows at the dumbstruck werewolf still standing in the bathroom, watching them with wide, unblinking eyes.
"What?" Val rubbed her eyes and turned her head to the side, only to see the back of Adam's uniform disappear in the doorway of the room. "...what?!"
She sprung to her feet, pushing Xavier off of her only to feel his arms around her waist a second after she was off the counter. Her knees gave out, legs shaky, and she would fall flat on her face if it wasn't for his quick reflexes.
"What the fuck was that?" She gestured wildly towards the door.
"No idea," he said with the most ingenuine innocence plastered across his face. His voice, however, gave it all away - a cocky sort of pride mixed with self satisfaction clearly audible in those two words made her look at him incredulously. He quickly glanced at his phone, still on the counter and grinned stupidly, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes.
"NO, you did not." Her eyes bulged out at him in shock, she was feeling faint.
"The entire Academy is going to know! About… abouth this!" She waved her hands around in between them and leaned over the sink.
"Don't think so." Xavier turned on the faucet and wet some paper towels. She looked at him but before she could berate him some more, he continued. "I think he's not gonna say a single word about that."
Val felt the damp paper on her inner thighs and she shivered at the sensation. He peppered her butt with tiny kisses while cleaning her of his mess that dripped out of her.
"I think he's way too embarrassed now to admit he was thinking you might be into him. Not to mention he saw you cum around my cock, moaning my name while you did that."
"He saw that…?" Val breathed, frozen in utter disbelief, hand pressed against her forehead. Xavier noded, a vicious grin once again stretching his lips.
"I guess he needed to see and find out for himself, poor thing." He mused, feigning concern. "Since, you know, you nearly biting his head off during lunch break did absolutely nothing to get the fact that you are not interested through that thick skull of his."
"I just… thought I'd give him a little hint, y'kno? Help a bro out."
"I can't believe you." A heat of embarrassment crept up her cheeks as she turned around to face him, fixing her uniform. He sported his signature smirk as he zipped his pants up and went to tie his hair again, since it was completely disheveled. A light pink tint was present on his chiseled cheeks and jawline, his full lips even plumper from all the work they've done, still stretched into this fucking prideful grin.
She grabbed his loosened, damp tie and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips with his, surprising him enough to make him drop the hair tie.
"Thorpe, you are so lucky I actually like you." She murmured against his lips, making him laugh as he pulled her closer to him. "Otherwise you would be dead by now."
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thiamsxbitch · 4 months
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hi, i'm here :) and i finally finished organizing all my wips. can finally make real drafts for all my ideas! so i'm leaving the titles here so u guys choose which one of them ur more interested in. i'm also sharing this hoping it'll make me feel more motivated too!
fuck you for ruining love for me (thiam)
Sensitive by a heartbreak, Theo becomes involved in a colorful relationship with Liam.
truth or dare (thiam)
To prove to others that there is absolutely nothing going on between him and Theo, Liam accepts the dare of spending seven minutes in a room with Theo.
sunshine x grumpy (thiam)
Theo drank too much and Liam get mad about it, but only for a few minutes.
thiam based on malia in 6a making a little coyote nest (thiam)
Liam is away at a college lacrosse game that Theo couldn't attend. Desperate to have to spend a night without Liam to chase away his nightmares, he, somehow, ends up making a nest with Liam's clothes. What Theo didn't count on was that Liam would return sooner than expected.
5 times liam tries to propose to theo (thiam)
Liam wants to make the perfect marriage proposal to Theo, however, his attempts are lost in the midst of so many jinxes.
i'm better with you here by my side (thiam)
Realizing he wouldn't get a second chance after being accepted back by Theo, Liam tries to show him that he's matured and is serious about their relationship.
scalia proposal (scalia)
Malia feels like it's time for her and Scott to take a step forward in their relationship and wants to ask him to marry her, however, Allison is back from the dead, messing with not only Malia's feelings, but with Scott's too.
scott teaching malia how to shift (scalia)
Malia goes to Scott, after hearing from Stiles that Scott would be the best person to help her control her coyote self—after all, it was Scott who turned her human.
theo and isaac bonding (scisalia/thiam)
Isaac welcomes Theo and comforts him about being part of Scott's pack.
isaac and theo in the sewers (isaac & theo)
Basically the scene between Theo and Mason in the sewers in s6b, but modified to be Theo and Isaac, where for the first time, Isaac sees Theo's vulnerability.
theo and isaac in france (thisaac)
Trying to keep Theo away from all the bad things linked to Beacon Hills, Isaac promises him some time off from the supernatural life.
trista's so hot (girls!thiam)
Willa stumbles upon the Instagram of a girl who was in a pic with her ex-girlfriend and becomes obsessed—so much so that she can't stop stalking her. One day, on a whim, Willa ends up sending her a message.
trista admiring willa while they're watching a movie (girls!thiam)
Self-explanatory title. It's basically just this scene.
s4 rewrite (thiam)
Again, a self-explanatory title. It's a rewrite of s4 that i'm also including Theo and Tara.
s5 rewrite liam and theo switch places (thiam)
Again, self-explanatory title. It's s5 where Liam is the chimera and Theo is a werewolf with some of my changes here and there.
horror au (thiam)
Liam sees people dying in his dreams, somehow, people die in this small town, and all of them have a mark on their arms. Once you're in there, you can't get out. That's how it works. Liam wants to put an end to this and goes to the town where the deaths take place, in order to find out more about it all. There, he meets Theo, the last person who appeared in his dreams. The next death.
little spoon!theo (thiam)
Theo doesn't want to admit that he likes being hugged by Liam at night. Knowing that he would never ask him to do so, Liam sneaks out of his room and goes to Theo's to fulfill his silent ask.
thiam first date (thiam)
For their first real date with Theo, Liam doesn't want something so serious, so he suggests they answer that 36 questions to fall in love. Theo would rather be doing anything else, but he still hasn't learned to say no to Liam's stupidities.
you are in love (sceo)
Just a little fic about two friends in love inspired by the song ‘you are in love’ by Taylor Swift
dirty laundry (sceo)
As Theo considers calling or responding to Scott's read messages due to the guilt he is feeling, he is kidnapped by Monroe and her followers. He thinks he deserves the death sentence that's coming—not if Scott has anything to do with it.
theo's nightmares (thiam)
Liam knows that Theo would rather die than show any vulnerability, so, knowing that he has an easier time sleeping when they're watching TV, Liam decides to bring the bed into the living room and make everything more comfortable so that Theo can have a good night's sleep.
fake dating (thiam)
Liam wants to prove to his parents that he is perfectly capable of overcoming the end of his relationship with Hayden, and on a whim, he ends up kissing the first person who comes in at the coffee shop he is at. Luckily or not, that person is Theo.
scalia valentine's day (scalia)
Malia and Scott want to have a normal date after the war.
eli invinting hikari to his game (elikari)
Eli thinks the only way to impress Hikari is to invite her to a lacrosse game where he can show her his incredible lacrosse skills. The big problem is that he sucks—even with the werewolf abilities in his blood.
malia being liam's anchor (maliam)
Liam knows that Malia went through the same process of learning not to hurt herself or others during the full moon. He knows she would understand him and help. She's also hot. Spending time with her wouldn't hurt.
liam and theo finding comfort in each other's pain (thiam)
Liam is heartbroken because of the end of his relationship with Hayden and all the changes that were happening in his life, in contact with his wolf, he seeks the familiarity of the forest. Instead, Liam finds Theo on that same bridge where his sister died.
the girl next door (hayden/hikari)
Hayden just wanted to protect her sister from the supernatural atrocities that appeared in Beacon Hills from time to time. But how is she supposed to do that if, by some trick of fate, a supernatural hottie lives right next door and is the embodiment of something she was running away from?
theo as nogtsune (thiam)
Theo is slowly integrating into Scott's pack—or at least that's what he thinks. Until an evil spirit takes possession of the remnants of the formerly good Theo and ruins everything.
theo comforting hayden after revive her (thayden)
Coming back from the dead wasn't something that Hayden thought was possible, but Theo made that happen. She was still learning to deal with her new self, the more she learned, the deeper she entered into Theo's thoughts and reasons. And the more she loved him.
kiss me before the world ends us (scalia)
Just me going to Malia's brain and rewriting her first kiss with Scott.
malia and tracy's first date (malacy/tralia)
After the horror of the war, Malia wants a more normal—and less supernatural—moment with her girlfriend far away from Beacon Hills.
tracy gets hurt by hunters and malia helps her (malacy/tralia)
Tracy is attacked by hunters on what should be a normal date night with Malia.
5 times malia comforts tracy + 1 time that tracy comforts malia instead (malacy/tralia)
Malia helps Tracy deal with her night terrors, Tracy helps Malia with the nightmares of her adopted family she killed and her murderous mother.
4 times jenna makes theo feel like family + 1 time jenna feels like theo's mom (theo & jenna/thiam)
Again, self-explanatory title + thiam background relationship.
theo pizza boy (thiam)
Liam has a—probably—unhealthy obsession with Theo, the boy who works at Mason's favorite pizzeria, which Liam always frequents whenever he has the opportunity to drool over Theo. Tired of the embarrassment Liam put him through, Mason orders Theo to deliver a pizza to Liam's address.
liam's cursed (thiam)
Liam doesn't know how it happened—his mother calls it a 'curse' because he'll never know when it is real. Liam doesn't care, everyone he wants he gets it, and they're willing to do anything for him. Not Theo, though. Liam's charm doesn't work with Theo. This is new. Makes Liam disconcerted and angry. He never had to work hard for someone to fall in love with him, and what was once just a need to prove he would make Theo change his mind, became a true passion, one that could break his heart into a thousand pieces if what he felt for Theo wasn't reciprocated.
morey first date (morey)
The amazing first date Mason had with Corey that made him get head over heels for him.
theo's curls (thiam)
Theo had just returned from his trip to France with Isaac and he hadn't shaved or cut his hair. Somehow, this turns Liam on.
dear tracy (sceo/thracy)
Theo is advised to write letters to the people he has hurt. The list isn't short, but Tracy is the first person his mind pictures. After failing to go to her grave with Scott's help, he decides he doesn't want to do it anymore. Too bad Tracy's ghost is determined to haunt him.
sceo date (sceo)
Scott meets Theo, years later, in a restaurant. And surprisingly to him, Theo, with his boyish glow from when they used to be friends, makes Scott feel at home.
dark!thiriam stalker au (thiriam)
Looking for a fresh start, and a way to keep his old life in the past, Theo moves to Beacon Hills—a place that he only heard of through his sister, and a hopeful better opportunity to move on to a happy life—finally. Everything seems exciting at first glance, but not long after his arrival, Theo starts receiving mysterious little notes. And this is just the beginning of the hell his life is about to turn into. Or would it be paradise?
pride fic (theo & the geyers/thiam)
Only now that he's older, Theo has the time to discover who he is and accept himself. There are no death threats and masked faces. Now he has a family, who loves him just the way he is.
tracy's revenge (trallica/thiam)
After suffering a near-death experience because of a prank, Tracy ends up transforming into a much stronger and more seductive creature by two mysterious vampires, who are prepared to take revenge on whoever and anyone who hurt Tracy.
i vowed i would always be yours (thaycy)
After being brought back to real life by his pack, Theo has trouble adjusting to life after hell, the nightmares, and the idea that he has a pack that actually cares about him after everything he ends up putting them through. Hayden and Tracy are willing to keep him safe, tho.
locker room thiam s6b scene (thiam)
Just me rewriting the ‘why do you keep trying to save me’ thiam scene.
hayden meeting valerie after she got back to life (hayden & valerie)
The first thing Hayden does when Theo brings her back to life is run back into the embrace of the sister she thought she had lost forever.
kira helping malia how to dance (malira)
To distract Malia on a full moon night, Kira decides to teach Malia how to dance to the slow songs she had learned at parties at her old school.
i just wanna see the starts with you (thiam)
Theo chases away Liam's nightmares, distracting him with his inner ghosts and demons.
thiam as girls (canon) first date (girls!thiam)
Willa is freaking out at her house because Trista is about to arrive and only now she realized this is a date. Trying to help both of the girls, Malia shows up at Willa's house and things end in chaos.
jealous!liam (thiam)
When Tracy notices that Liam's chemical signals change when he sees Theo with other people, she decides to throw potential suitors at Theo just to provoke him. Neither she nor Theo knew how jealous Liam was about to get.
theo knows portuguese (thiam)
When Liam realizes that he has no idea what had happened to Theo's family or that he knows absolutely nothing about them—except for Tara, who he knew a little about through Theo—, he decides he wants to learn more about his boyfriend. Turns out Theo knew different languages. And that was just another thing to Liam be obsessed with about Theo.
scott and malia talk about allison (scalia)
Malia never got the chance to meet Allison, the first girl Scott loved—who died saving everyone. So Malia asks Scott to tell her more about his first love.
theo and malia bond (post canon) (theo & malia)
Malia catches Theo sneaking out of one of the pack meetings and follows him to the bridge where his sister died.
lydia and hayden based on girls girls girls by fletcher (with malia on the second part) (lydia/hayden/malia)
Lydia is ready to date girls, and when she sees Hayden at one of her parties, she knows she's found the right person. And the same happens when they meet Malia.
your love was handmade for somebody like me (thiam)
(It's inspired by 'shape of you' by Ed Sheeran). Just another idea of Liam being obsessed with everything about Theo.
you are in love (tralia/malacy version)
Again, me, writing my second fave couple based on ‘you are in love’ by Taylor Swift.
scott and theo meeting after a long time (scalia/thira)
Scott and Kira meet after years apart. Now, Scott is dating Malia. And, shockingly for Scott, Kira is dating Theo.
theo meeting liam's parents (thiam)
Self-explanatory title.
kira tries to help theo to win liam and ends up with them (thiriam)
Theo is having trouble telling Liam how he feels. Kira, the bartender who serves him, offers him suggestions, somehow, ending up in the middle of the flirting too.
theo and liam have to babysit alec (thiam + alec/eli)
Liam is in charge of keeping an eye on Alec. For some reason, he ends up calling Theo asking for help. They broke up a while ago, so it's not one of his best ideas. Not wanting to put up with the unbearable atmosphere going on between Theo and Liam, Alec runs away, leaving tracks for Liam and Theo behind. But, first, they're going to have to make peace—and put up with Alec's little shit boyfriend, Eli.
and that's it! there are some ideas that i didn't put here and, either it's bc i've already made enough drafts to start putting together the writing properly or bc i don't have enough stuff for a summary—the most likely option nxndxjdn
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illicitlamb · 6 months
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 | 𝟑𝟎-𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄
SUMMARY | Wednesday and Enid have a "roomie" movie night.
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The motion pictures of Edward Scissorhands flashed on the laptop screen, holding Wednesday’s attention as she laid propped against her bed’s headboard. With her left arm draped over her ribs, the right was bent to have her knuckles brushing her lips. The whole “roomie movie night” that Enid proposed was definitely not her cup of tea, but now she was involved with the movie and had no intention of pausing it to get some sleep.
It was the complete opposite for her werewolf girlfriend.
She was completely gung-ho about having a fun, relaxing night concerning only the two of them and was now heavily dozing off on the raven’s right.
Once Addams came up to the famous scene of Scissorhands sculpting an ice figure of his crush, Kim Boggs, she maintained a blank stare until Sinclair’s arm wrapped her waist in, what felt like, a subtle hug. Looking over at her captor, she found her crystal eyes closed and torso rising and falling with light breathing. Even if she was awake, the psychic probably still would have opted for letting the affectionate touch slide.
Returning her gaze, Wednesday shifted gently before relaxing once more against the mattress. A few moments later, the hold on her middle tightened followed by a soft, groggy voice.
“Wednesday…?”
She kept her orbs to the screen. “Hmm?”
“Can you cuddle with me?”
This had her glancing down at the blonde, brow hardening. “Cuddle?”
“Mm-hmm,” Enid sleepily replied.
“I don’t do cuddling,” Addams pushed back. Despite being in a relationship, it was still a complete turnoff when anything other than hugging and kissing was involved. As unusual as that was, she knew her limits and refused to fit into the stereotypical crowd of lovestruck couples. “You’re practically asking to be strangled.” But her waist was pulled on by the she-wolf.
“Please, Wednesday? Just this once?”
The young raven expressed a partially-annoyed sigh.
“For me?”
Several moments passed prior to a reluctant agreement falling from her lips. “Fine.” Shifting further down, she became pressed against her girlfriend’s body while a content sigh stung her ears. She did not engage much in return except for placing her hand on the other’s securing forearm.
On the right, the werewolf nestled close to her partner, taking in the mixed aroma of laundry detergent and the others soothing, natural scent. “For someone who doesn’t like to cuddle, you’re the perfect person to cuddle with,” she breathed.
Wednesday responded with nonchalance. “Why is that?”
“You’re warm…and easy to hug.”
“Flattering me is not going to make me like it anymore,” she muttered back. But Sinclair kept pulling at her.
“Can’t you just take the compliment?” Her weariness weighed more and more on her mind, making her rub her head against her pillow. “Instead of being so grumpy?”
“I’m not. You know affection is not my forte and neither is being possessed by hyperactive positivity.”
After exercising a yawn, a soft smile twisted the blonde’s lips. “We’ll work on that.” And with that word, she was bewitched by the sweet spell of slumber while her girlfriend was passing her a subtle glare.
Of course, Addams was opposed to such a proposal. She had made a promise to herself that she would never fall in that line – she would never fall in love and never fall out of her one-of-a-kind reputation. But every day she was with Enid, she was tested on keeping her vow more and more. She knew it, and sooner or later, her partner would know it too. She was pushing away while the other kept pulling at her nerves, her mind, and her heart. She would not dare to admit it, but the she-wolf was winning – she was being pulled into the suffocating clutches of love. Every word, every fight, every feeling, she was falling. It had to take someone of an extremely rare nature to get to her core, and she had finally crossed paths with her match.
Enid Sinclair was her match. It was shocking, but the blunt truth.
Resorting back to the movie as a distraction, the psychic stayed focused for a few more minutes. But before she could even realize, she was manipulatively beckoned to join the werewolf in a comfortable rest quicker than gasoline catching a burning flame. Caught in between the transition of asleep and awake, the last thing she did was move her hand to lay atop of her partners’.
How ironic it was that her move was made out of a natural force.
So maybe it was true – opposites do attract.
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ellethespaceunicorn · 3 months
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2023 Character Wrapped
@geralts-yenn and @raccoon-eyed-rebel tagged me to talk about my favorite characters. And well, this is just too good not to pass up. So, join me, won't you?
Let's rank my favorite characters! (Based on # of times I have written them).
Under the cut to keep my ramblings off your dashboard...but you just know there are bunch of Henry Cavill-shaped bitches under this cut.
But, in what order??
Alright, let's get this party started with...
Walter Marshall - Night Hunter
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I feel like this is absolutely no surprise that I've written the most for this grumpy bear. But, I just call him Daddy. Whether he be touch-starved, an enemy turned lover, falling in love like a love-sick puppy, taking a little "me time" for himself, or being the goodest boy as werewolf Wolfie. Even wrote a headcanon about his hobbies.
2. Clark Kent - Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League
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I have loved the character of Clark Kent since I was a little thing, I'm obsessed with curly-haired nerds. Clark also is the only character I have written "fluff" for, be it praising what you think are flaws or surprising you for your birthday. I have written him as a Sub and as a Dom (in my only work that has surpassed 1k notes).
3. August Walker - Mission: Impossible - Fallout
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I've never written August as the good guy, and there is a reason for that. In my head, he's the life-ruiner. He can be sweet (to you), but odds are he just killed a guy because the guy looked at you for longer than a second. I've written August as a pissed-off Dom who was sick of being interrupted, a very bad Daddy, and an Uncle who takes advantage of his nephew's girlfriend here(original) and here(director's cut).
4. Captain Syverson - Sand Castle
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Oh, Syverson. My baby don't even got a dayum first name and he's popular. I've written him confronting a lover during a post-apocalyptic pregnancy realization, and as a married father-to be getting his beard trimmed and talking to his unborn daughter. He's also featured in my Werewolf!Walter Marshall story, and that's all I'll say about that. (Also, I've been referring to him as James Syverson in every iteration of the character that I have written for - I think.)
5. Mike - Hellraiser: Hellworld
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My sweet baby boy. He is a guilty pleasure. I gave him a full series where he finds love and has quite the cast of characters as his family. But, technically, I only wrote the series because of what happened here and here, when his naughty Uncle slept with his girlfriend.
6. Napoleon Solo - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
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He's just so fucking sexy. I love him, your honor. He's been a suave and sexy older man wooing a young student over a good meal, and also started a series where he was falling hard for a woman in his apartment building (still in the early stages and I promise @deandoesthingstome that I will get back to this series).
7. Sherlock Holmes - Enola Holmes series
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I have also loved Sherlock Holmes since I was a little kid. I thought he was the coolest person ever, but he's a curly-haired nerd so of course I loved him. I love when Sherlock is in love, whether he is ignoring his bratty wife until he takes matters into his own hands, or if he is having trouble coming to terms with new love.
8. Charles Brandon - The Tudors
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This little shit. This redeeemable, sexy, fucking slut. I love him. I've only written him once, and it was a request! But, I enjoyed it. I loved writing him getting teased sexually and then taking control of the situation. So hot.
9. Humphrey - Stardust
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Ok, not actually a fan of Humphrey, I've just written him. And that was all thanks to @sillyrabbit81's milestone celebration at the beginning of this year. This fic is kind of a weird egg, just, go with me though. The plot is: you and Humphrey are step-siblings who end up getting a little...involved. I'm not sorry for the title of this fic.
And to our last entry, the only non-HC character...
10. Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man
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What can I say? If I had the means, and I guess I really do but whatever, I would rank this man at #2 above Clark Kent. Because Lloyd-excuse me...Sir is one of my all-time favorites. I've included him inside larger stories as a bit player, see Bright Like the Moon (where he plays a bad man later in the series). But, I also wanted him to have his own show where he was the star, so I had him stalk and kidnap a girl and tie her up in the basement and call her Sunshine. I also wrote a little headcanon about his family, quirks, hobbies and his sleeping habits.
TL;DR: Walter Marshall is Daddy, Lloyd Hansen is Sir. And I need to finish one series before starting another. Maybe I will work on that. *snort*
I have written for a lot of characters, and I'm not gonna stop. I really wanna write so much more and my WIP folder is literally overflowing with things. I just started a new fic like the day I posted the most recent chapter of THiCC. What am I doing??
No pressure tags: @cardierreh15 @milknhonies @halfofmysoulsblog @xblackreader @xsapphirescrollsx
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FLUFFTOBER — DAY 8 PROMPT: RAINY DAY
words: 2.4k rating: m warnings: light intimacy, mentions of sex
Nadya was woken up by a gentle shake of her shoulder. Groaning at whoever dared to disturb her, she blindly reached up to bat the hand away in refusal. Sleep was the only priority on her mind. Her body still teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, she could easily allow herself to slip back into precious slumber. The person who attempted to rouse her was persistent, though.
“Nadya,” Jayde called softly. She shifted closer from where she lay behind the tired human. This time her hand went to the girl’s waist, squeezing her and placing a kiss to the back of her shoulder. “Babe, wake up.” There was a hint of excitement in her voice that Nadya tried to ignore.
“No,” Nadya mumbled into her pillow and buried herself deeper in the blankets.
That only succeeded in making Jayde quietly laugh. “It’s raining,” she whispered with a smile in her voice.
That got Nadya’s attention. The past summer had been long and dry. She didn’t hate sunshine, but her heart yearned for an overcast sky and the joys of rainfall. It felt like ages since the last storm, so at Jayde’s words, Nadya went still and listened for it. The soft patter of eager raindrops against the window confirmed her claim. A smile came across her face as she finally opened her eyes.
A warm contentment settled in the human’s chest and she turned around in Jayde’s arms to face her. Jayde propped herself up on one elbow, watching her girlfriend struggle through drowsiness with adoration in her midnight eyes. Jayde didn’t look sleepy at all, which made Nadya wonder.
“When did you wake up?” she asked through a yawn and rubbed her eyes.
“About an hour ago,” Jayde answered. Her hand brushed through Nadya’s messy hair, moving it out of her face. When her thumb caressed her cheek, the human happily curled into her more to savor the supernatural heat of her body with the sound of the rain in their ears.
“Why so long?” Nadya felt slightly concerned that bad dreams may have haunted her again.
“I sensed the storm before it came,” she explained, her rough voice adding to the soothing warmth she emitted. “I wanted to wait until it really hit to wake you. And maybe I just wanted to stay in bed with you a while longer.”
Smiling again, Nadya placed a kiss to her collarbone. “Okay, fifteen more minutes in bed. Then coffee. Then we can go play in the rain.”
“Or,” Jayde countered with a soft chuckle, “We go play in it now, then coffee and curling up by the fire.”
Nadya let out a half-hearted grumble. “You drive a hard bargain. Five more minutes, then we go.”
“Deal,” she agreed.
Jayde lasted about thirty seconds before she became too restless to let either of them stay still. Her hand started to wander in an effort to rouse her girlfriend. For the most part, it worked. Her touch always stirred Nadya’s senses no matter how out of she was, but then Jayde started to inch closer to the most ticklish spot on her side.
“Don’t even think about it,” Nadya warned.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You know exactly what I mean,” Nadya scolded, wise to her intentions.
“You’re so grumpy in the morning, I’m just trying to lighten you up,” Jayde teased.
Nadya leaned back to glare at her sarcastically. “Oh, really? I’ll show you grumpy.”
Before she could reply with another retort, Nadya snatched both of the werewolf’s wrists and used her weight to put Jayde on her back. Nadya pinned her hands up by her shoulders to prevent her from retaliating and leaned in to place her mouth on her neck. Jayde sucked in a sharp breath as Nadya took her flesh between her teeth, giving her a hard nip. 
Jayde’s exhale turned into another amused chuckle. “Aren’t I the werewolf? I thought biting was supposed to be my thing.”
The human let go long enough to say, “Some of your bad habits rub off on me.” Her teeth grazed the pulse point again to discourage any vengeful tickling once she released her wrists. Jayde hummed and the vibration of her voice against Nadya’s lips made her hesitate to release her for a moment longer. She placed gentle kisses where she had bitten, soothing any potential red marks.
Her grip finally loosened and Jayde’s hands immediately shot down to her waist. Her thumb went underneath Nadya’s shirt and brushed over her skin, making the butterflies in the girl’s stomach flutter like mad. If it weren’t for the rain, she would’ve let them stay in bed. But they both craved the freshness of a storm on their skin. So, they indulged in a minute of sweet morning kisses before they got up and out of bed.
After she pulled a thick sweater over her head, Nadya caught a glimmer of something mischievous in the wolf’s eyes. “What’s that for,” she asked, reaching out to poke the subtle upturn at the corner of her girlfriend’s mouth.
Jayde leaned in and kissed her with more of a fervor. The familiar sensations overtook Nadya just as it had so many times before. Their lips moved together in tandem and Jayde’s hands squeezed her hips to encourage the temptation to get lost in each other. Nadya loved that she could just let herself go and get drunk on these remarkable feelings. She forgot whatever she had just said or thought. Especially when she felt the barest brush of Jayde’s hot tongue against hers.
Suddenly, Jayde gripped the bottom of Nadya’s sweater and pulled it off of her in one smooth motion. Nadya blinked a few times after she broke away from the kiss, trying to recover from her utterly flustered state. She saw Jayde turn the sweater right side out, which she thought was more considerate of her than usual, but otherwise dismissed the unusual action. Jayde flashed her a crooked grin and just when Nadya expected them to crash together once more, Jayde proceeded to put the sweater on herself.
Nadya laughed in disbelief. “Did you just steal the clothes right off my back?”
“You steal my clothes all the time,” Jayde pointed out with a shrug. “I want to wear something of yours for a change.”
“I haven’t stolen your clothes when you're wearing them!”
Jayde looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “You totally have.”
Nadya narrowed her eyes at the implication in her stare. “Sex doesn’t count. If it touches the floor, it doesn’t count.”
Jayde gave her best sure eye-roll. “Look at you, making up the rules.”
“You better watch yourself before I steal that back.” Nadya said, pointing a finger at her chest. “I really like that one.”
“I bet you like this more.” Jayde pecked the tip of her nose and walked over to the closet where she pulled out Nadya’s favorite flannel – Jayde’s flannel that was a mixture of earthly browns and greens – and handed it to her with a smile. “The rain awaits us, my love.”
The rainfall had gotten heavier since Nadya woke up. As soon as they stepped outside the Lodge, they were pelted by large drops of water and quickly drenched. Nadya couldn’t hide the massive grin that appeared on her face. She eagerly ran out into the driveway, making sure there were no roofs or trees to separate her from the sky. With arms stretched out, she tilted her head upwards to the clouds that hung above them. Mist trickled through the edges of the forest and the air was freezing. Nadya could see every breath she exhaled. Soon the rain would make her colder, but she didn’t care.
“Oh, it’s perfect!” Nadya exclaimed, taking in a deep breath of wet pines and soil. Everything about it made her feel alive. It rejuvenated her. It was worth getting up early for. And the best part of it all was the werewolf at her side.
She turned and realized that Jayde watched her with a look that Nadya had grown so familiar with. She remembered the very first time she ever saw that look. Before they were together, Nayda caught her staring with a soft intensity in her eyes that made her wonder what she could have possibly done to garner such an expression. Jayde had given her that look countless times since, growing less shy about the human noticing as time went on. Now, she did it shamelessly. It took a while, but Nadya eventually understood. It was a look of immeasurable love.
Though Nadya didn’t know what her version of that expression looked like, she always knew she bore it when she felt warmth flood through my chest. Jayde looked gorgeous in the rain. So carefree and happy as damp wisps of blonde hair clung to her wet cheeks. She was the kind of person that belonged in all kinds of nature. Just like Nadya. The sky sent down her love and it made them both glow.
Nadya’s legs carried her towards Jayde, but after a couple steps her foot found a puddle deep enough for a considerable amount of water to seep into her shoe and dampen her sock. She looked down and shook her head with an amused sigh, realizing she had been in too much of a rush to remember her rain boots. At least the Den had a fireplace that she could dry her shoes by.
Jayde noticed and scoffed. “You should really watch where you’re going.”
Nadya fixed her with a playful scowl. As she noted that Jayde only stood a few inches away from the puddle, an idea formed. “You should really watch where you’re standing,” Nadya shot back and jumped.
The splash got her as much as it did Jayde, but the look of shock and mock offense on Jayde’s face made it worth it. Her eyes flashed mischievously and she tried to snatch Nadya’s arms to hold her in place. Even through uncontrollable giggles, Nadya managed to escape her grasp and skipped back out of her reach. Jayde resorted to kicking the puddle at her. It sent the water flying all the way up to Nadya’s face, causing her to flinch away, and Jayde laughed triumphantly.
The werewolf came after her with a rare and unabashed grin – a smile Nadya would do anything for. She avoided her advance and circled back to the puddle, making sure she didn’t run too far ahead of her. The next splash she made had a little bit more volume thanks to her momentum and she was rewarded with a gasp of displeasure from behind her.
When Nadya turned around, prepared to stomp in the puddle again, Jayde’s strong arms wrapped around her waist. Nadya barely had a moment to react before she effortlessly threw her over her shoulder, making her cry out in surprised delight. Her laughter turned to hysterics when Jayde started to spin them around. The world flew by in a dizzying blur.
“You better not drop me!” Nadya shouted in between giggles.
“You barely weigh anything to me. Werewolf strength, remember?” Jayde replied, slowing to a stop and jumping in the puddle to prove her point. The splash caught Nadya in the face again and she laughed, smacking Jayde’s thigh for the offense. “I won’t drop you,” she promised.
“Well, if I’m ever dangling over a pit of lava, I know who to call.”
“Nobody’s dangling you over a pit of lava. Now, a deeper puddle that someone just spotted, maybe,” Jayde said and started towards a new direction.
Nadya strained to get a look, wiggling in her grip and causing Jayde to tighten her hold. Then she saw the puddle. It would be more accurate to call it a lake. She started to squirm more desperately. “Jay!”
“Stay still,” Jayde laughed.
When they got to the large puddle, Jayde plopped her down in it and the water easily went up to her calves. Nadya couldn’t even be mildly annoyed because the splash had been the most satisfying one thus far. She giggled gleefully and jumped a second time. Unfortunately, she failed to notice the slick mud at the bottom. All it took was a slightly awkward landing to take her off balance. Nadya’s foot slipped in the mud and swept her right off her feet. Jayde reached out to catch her, but the sudden downward momentum caught her off guard and it just brought them both down right in the middle of the muddy water with a chaotic splash.
Jayde tried her best not to land too hard on top of her human and Nadya did her best to cushion the werewolf’s fall. It wasn’t graceful by any means. They were both completely drenched and muddy. Yet all they could do was half laugh, half groan in pain at their own clumsiness.
“You okay?” Jayde chuckled, wiping some mud off Nadya’s cheek.
Nadya grimaced a bit as she leaned up on her elbows. There might be a bruise or two later. “I think I’ll live,” she answered with a grin, now shivering in the cold.
“Sorry about that.” Their faces were inches apart. Jayde kept glancing down at Nadya’s lips, a hint of hunger in her eyes.
Nadya wanted to kiss her, too. So, she did. Closing the distance between them, she pressed her lips to Jayde’s. They kissed long enough to taste a mixture of sweetness and rainwater on the softness of the other’s lips — the perfect combination of earth and sky. Nadya loved how gentle and sure Jayde was with her, the heat from her proximity already chasing away the chill that shook her spine. Jayde heard their heartbeats fall into the same rhythm as she deepened the cadence of their kiss and her senses bloomed to take in every single detail of the girl in her arms.
“I forgive you,” Nadya muttered against her lips with a smile.
She felt Jayde smile as well and took the opportunity to playfully reach out to her side and splash water at her. Jayde flinched as brown flecks dotted half her face. Even though Nadya took her by surprise, she saw her eyes flash with retribution. Jayde sat up and used both her hands to create an even bigger wave of muddy puddle water directed right at her.
Soon, they were in a full-blown water fight on the side of the driveway, laughing like children as the rain continued to pour down on them. A few people going to and from the Lodge gave the two young women odd looks when they noticed the display, but neither of them cared about how ridiculous they looked in the slightest.
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For @gryfon-spanish-werewolf​
This art + tiny fic combo is set in the world of your lovely elsanna fic, A Banisher’s Dilemma, as Anna and Elsa experience their first holiday season as a couple. Really hope you enjoy!
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Our First Christmas
“Here’s your reindeer antlers,” Elsa said, moments before a cheap headband with brown antlers made of felt crash-landed on Anna’s desk from across the room. Concentration broken, Anna looked up from her research at her girlfriend, who was fiddling with a Santa hat.
“Um, what the fuck is this?”
Elsa glanced at Anna. “You get the antlers. Since I already have, ya know,” she gestured at her horns with a shrug.
“No, I mean—,” Anna couldn’t wrap her head around this creature from hell getting excited about the holidays. “What are you doing?”
“It’s our first Christmas together,” Elsa said, as if she was hurt that Anna wasn’t grasping the obvious. “I thought we should take some of those cute holiday pictures.”
“I just …find it a little ironic that between the two of us, the literal demon is the one itching to celebrate Christmas?…”
“Ew no, obviously not,” Elsa said, settling her Santa hat behind her horns. “I’ve met Jesus, and I am so sure he wouldn’t give a shit about anyone celebrating his birthday — during the wrong time of the year, mind you. In fact, I bet he despises the entire season. But this isn’t about religion, it’s about taking a picture with the person you’re dating, while wearing funny hats and sweaters. Obviously.”
Anna blinked, and blinked again. Obviously. When she had wrapped her head around everything Elsa had just said, Anna’s brain finally caught up to the part about holiday sweaters. Her eyes trailed over to Elsa’s oversized crewneck and, sure enough, she was met with the giant, red words: HO HO HOE. Anna couldn’t help but snort out a small laugh. She had to admit, that was the perfect holiday attire for her hellishly attractive girlfriend. Still, she didn’t want Elsa to think she thought it was cute. This disruption of Anna’s research would only delay their other vacation plans, even if Elsa didn’t care to understand that.
“I’ll wear the antlers,” Anna said gruffly, pushing away from her cold pile of work. “But I’m not changing my clothes.”
“That’s fine!” Elsa said in a chipper voice. “Rudolph can be grumpy and wear a leather jacket as long as she has her little red nosey!” she finished with a “Boop!” and dabbed a spot of red makeup on the tip of Anna’s nose. Anna stood there with her mouth wide open in shock. Elsa may be directly from hell, but who knew the holidays could turn her into a monster.
“Say cheese!”
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Author Appreciation Fic Rec Part 4❤️
lost and found by EvanesDust - (Rating: Mature, Words: 7740, sterek)
After his 21st birthday, Stiles finally has enough money to move out on his own. It’s been 6 months and while he sees his father often, he sometimes still feels alone. Which is why he’s currently standing outside of Beacon Hills Humane Society.
texting buddies by EvanesDust  - (Rating: T, Words: 2619, sterek)
Stiles: Hey, is this Melanie? It’s Stiles
Unknown: No, this is Jake from state farm
Stiles: What are you wearing, Jake from state farm
Unknown: Um…khakis…
Stiles: Well, you sound hideous  Stiles: So, my girlfriend cheated on me… Just wondering, am I covered?
Jake from state farm: You’re covered! We’ll replace your girlfriend with a newer model!
Stiles: Sweet! But do my rates go up?
Jake from state farm: The only thing going up is your future
for a good time, call... by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 46841, sterek)
Stiles unlocks his phone to send out a quick text asking his father what he wants to eat, even though he’ll get salad regardless, and notices a strange number on his recent call log. 
His face scrunches in confusion before realization dawns on him. 
Oh shit.
Events from the night before peek through the hazy fog of his mind. Stiles thought, or he was hoping, that the phone call was a dream. But there it is, staring at him in the face—a one minute and 57-second call to an unfamiliar number. 
Oh God.
Did he seriously call someone—possibly an alpha werewolf!—for phone sex?
...Or the one where Stiles drunk dials a very grumpy alpha werewolf and propositions him for phone sex. Hilarity, misunderstandings, and feelings ensue.
returning home by EvanesDust - (Rating: G, Words: 826, sterek)
Derek sighs as his temple rests against the small plexiglass window of the plane. He’d give anything to be home. After what felt like forever, which in all actuality was since he’d been gone for nearly 18 months, he’s finally returning from deployment.
A Scent So Right by EvanesDust, Novkat21 - (Rating: T, Words: 2402, sterek)
Stiles' day has been great. He won a game and got his team a for sure spot in State. But then it seems to crumble beneath him when he smells something so intoxicating and distracting and can't find the source. Little did he know it was right in front of him all along.
Derek has moved back to Beacon Hills after six years, just in time to finish his senior year. As much as he cares about his grades and becoming valedictorian, he can't wait to see his childhood best friend again. But Stiles only seems interesting in find a certain omega, one that clearly wasn't him.
only the lonely by EvanesDust - (Rating: G, Words: 791, sterek)
The whole drive home Stiles worries. How does he tell Derek that he brought home another animal? His mind jumps from one idea to the next and as soon as he pulls in the drive, it’s like a light bulb goes off in his head. He just needs to lead with something worse.
warmth remembered by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 3117, sterek)
Stiles, like most people, was five-years-old when his mother gave him the necklace. Dangling from the thin silver chain was a tear-shaped pendant holding a beautiful stone. It appeared to glow from within, and as his small hand wrapped around the cool gem, he imagined it was a droplet of pure moonlight encased in glass. 
“Alright, my little Mischief.” His mother smiled at the look of awe on his face. “When your soulmate is near, that pendant will start to warm, becoming hotter the closer they are."
Until I Wrap Myself Inside Your Arms (I Cannot Rest) by EvanesDust, flymeofftoneverland - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 16320, sterek)
It’s been two years since Derek returned and, so far, he’s kept his promise. He's never left again. But, as far as Stiles is concerned, he might as well have never come back.
the rescue by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 860, sterek)
Stiles has spent every moment of the last four months tracking the hunters who took his mate. Now that he’s found them, nothing will stop Stiles from taking back what’s his.
it's obvious, you're oblivious by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14810, sterek)
Derek’s new roommate is alpha bait but seems disinterested in everyone—especially Derek.
Stiles is suddenly popular, but can't seem to catch the interest of the only alpha he actually likes. 
...or the one where Stiles and Derek get paired together in room assignments and are secretly in love with the other.
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“He’s not new, but his girlfriend is. You might know her last name actually, she’s an Argent.” He let that settle between them. He had a feeling that Kisa probably had more ill feelings towards the Argents than he did but that was only because he didn’t know Kate was behind the fires and they had hunted her kind for almost as long as his own. “I wasn’t grumpy, He didn’t listen well and his friend was irritating,” he mumbled, into the hug. He left her then to go bother with Scott. It was an almost useless mission as the newly bitten wolf didn’t want to listen to anything he had to say. They didn’t trust each other and it was clear it was going to take them a lot to get there. Before dawn, he met her back in the intersection they departed in but he was in his car now and ready to take her to get some rest. “Anything?” He didn’t hear of any attacks that night so he imagined Peter didn’t move at all but he wanted to hear her observations.
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Argent. Predictably, her response to that revelation had her hiss, and she couldn’t help but start to judge the newer werewolf for his choices. Kisa’s family had barely survived the last encounter they had with the Argents: Gerard had been a starting hunter then, and he had almost killed her grandmother, who was carrying her mother at the time. She’d lost her older uncle and aunt and their three children, her cousins, at the attack, and decades later, their family was forced to flee because of the Hale Fire. However, she wasn’t going to let that distract her from her current assignment, which turned out to be uneventful. So, after a final glance at Peter’s window, she headed over to the intersection, visibly slowing down as the sun began to peek above the horizon. Derek got there before she could start smoking, and she slipped inside the darkened interior of the Camaro with a groan. “Nothing. I did hear someone moving around inside his room, but it could have been his nurse. He’s got a strong and steady heartbeat, and the scent is definitely his. What about you? Did you have any luck?” From the slight tension in his jaw, however, she suspected he hadn’t.
continued from this with @dalphahale
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My Fic OCs
I have enough of them now, so I may as well make a list for those OC ask prompts. I'll edit this post as I write more. "Appearances" links are to the AO3 posts.
Adrian [Demon] (he/him) Fallen angel and Brizeth's employee at an unnamed company on earth. Jaded and grumpy, secretly a huge nerd. 100% Sugar Daddy. Appearances: [On Earth (As It Is in Heaven)]
Commander Ahlex Redgate [human] (he/him) A Commander aboard an OSC military vessel. Space farm boy with the personality of Clark Kent. Too smart to be a Himbo. Appearances: [A Man in Uniform]
Brizeth (Bridgette) [Succubus] (she/they) Superior of both Adrian and Hector on earth. High ranking sex demon in hell. David's Master & Sugar Mommy. One Woman Bukkake. Colovan's sister. Appearances: [Deal]
Charis [human] (She/her) A potter by trade & the human wife of Lysosi & Tasha. Simps her big deified snake wives. Praise kink all day long. Appearances: [Dark Water]
Colovan (Colin) [Incubus] (he/it) Also answers to: Dumb Fuckslut/Fucktoy, Dummy, Baby Girl, and Pretty Girl. Frat-house mascot and resident outlet for sexual frustrations. Has never went to oovoo javer. Brizeth's brother. Appearances: none yet
David [human] (he/him) Brizeth's Thrall and the owner of DJ's Games & Collectables. Just kinda rolling with it at this point. Appearances: [Deal]
Gage [robot] (they/them) Cinnamon Roll with Baggage. Hypersexual bb with self-worth issues. Smol bean that deserves a big handsome boyfriend to pamper them for life. And they were roommates. Appearances: [A Man in Uniform]
Hector [Angel] (he/him) Brizeth's employee at an unnamed company on earth. Diet Tsundere. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. Poor baby just wants to be loved. Appearances: [On Earth (As It Is in Heaven)]
Hulo [Shadow Person] (he/they) The spirit that haunts Willow's bedroom. Yandere dangerously close to being able to interact with the material plane. Appearances: [Orange Blossoms]
Lysosi [Naga/Lamia] (she/her) Beeg snek lady. Wife of Tasha and Charis. Eldest and most dominant of the three. Most likely to eat you in the fun way. All bark and no bite. Appearances: [Dark Water]
Marius [human] (he/him) Philon's boyfriend. Sex worker and loves it. A Flirt™. Loves his boyfriend very much. Would have an Animal Crossing town full of bull characters. Appearances: [Off Script]
Nicole (Nikki) [human] (she/her) Ren's girlfriend. Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets. Don't ask what her favorite kind of shark is, you will get an entire essay. Appearances: [King of the Rock]
Nina [human] (she/her) Werewolf hunter. The fun kind of sadist. Her knife & gun collection would make a Texan weep. Appearances: none yet
Philon [Minotaur] (he/him) Marius' boyfriend. Also known as Ferox. Still feels guilty over some of his kinks. Flower crowns and bloody knuckles aesthetic. Appearances: [Off Script]
Ren [Merman] (he/him) Nicole's boyfriend. Once got black-out drunk and woke up tangled in discarded nets. That one surfer guy vine incarnate. Appearances: [King of the Rock]
Tasha [Naga/Lamia] (she/her) Also beeg snek lady. Wife of Lysosi and Charis. Most likely to eat you in the Not Fun way. Will bite and you will not see it coming. Appearances: [Dark Water]
Viktor [Werewolf] (he/him) Cocky bastard who needs to get pegged taken down a peg. The dog that runs full speed into furniture and then jumps on like nothing happened. Strong silent type that'll moan like a bitch if you pull his hair. Appearances: none yet
Willow [human] (she/her) Gardener & florist. Only kind of shoes she owns are hiking boots. The friend who always has snacks and drinks. Knows how to pirate movies. Appearances: [Orange Blossoms]
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Name: Victor Loscher Gender pronouns: he/him Age: 38 Birthday: January 16th Occupation: Police detective Species: Hunter Neighborhood: Silver Meadows Face Claim: Édgar Ramírez
Bio: (TW: death)
Victor was a part of a hunter family, one that has kept the balance between humans and the supernatural for centuries around South America, since he was 4 years old, he had been trained, educated, and raised by the rules and legacy of his family, he was an extremely skillful hunter. His work and name became famous around the Andes, he lived, ate, and woke up for hunting, but it wasn’t until he met Olivia during a trip to the US that his life changed.
He moved to a small town in Tennessee took a job as a police officer and became a parent of a little witch, a husband of a soon become a supreme, and even when he was still a hunter and that was something he couldn’t take away from him. His priorities were others, his view of the supernatural world became more flexible.
Victor had been investigating what humans thought was a serial killer, but he knew much better, he had been put in charger of the investigation because they knew exactly what kind of monster they were dealing with, he started to get closer and closer to the guy. And it was when the killer decided to get more personal until he finally decided to attack him, in just one night Victor lost everything, his wife, his daughter, himself.
It was a horrible crime, one that would give years of nightmares, and against everything he now believes, he hunted down that man and killed him with his bare hands just as cruelly as he had killed Victor’s family.
Something broke inside of Victor that night, he is most of the time gloomy, is extremely dedicated to tearing down the bad ones, probably the only functional relationship he has is with his partner, Jez, who he considers a young sister. But his loneliness and anger turned him into the guy called to get the job done even if it meant getting hands dirty.
PERSONALITY:
+ protective, manipulative, fearless
- grumpy, closed, destructive
Victor is played by Mafe
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Name: Anthony “Tony” Hale Gender pronouns: he/him Age: 32 Birthday: December 16th Occupation: Lucky Seven Bouncer; informant Species: Shapeshifter – canine: stray big black dog Neighborhood: Ace’s Trailer Park Silver Meadows Face Claim: Ben Robson
Bio: (TW: orphans, jail, gangs, robbery)
Tony was known most of his life as a stray dog or wild dog, and it was the most suiting nickname to explain his life since he was a kid, he had been running around the streets, he never met either of his parents, and he grew up around vagabonds and bikers. His shapeshifter skills were always an advantage to the people around him, he could get away with everything in his dog form, from robbing or entering any place he was told to, to hiding from social care, police, and anyone else.
By the time he was already a former biker gang member, have helped in several jobs, everyone treats him like a golden child, thanks to his skills. His life was the only life he knew but it was during his 17th birthday that they caught him, he was charged as an adult, but locked away and spent years in prison for helping with a bank robbery.
He spends almost ten years locked and it was there where he chose to change his life completely, to find a job, to leave the idea of joining another gang, he decided to start clean in a new town.
Even when Tony’s past would never really go away, he managed to find a job, a house of his own for the first time, and more important to get a girlfriend he loves dearly and that surprising enough for him and everyone was the opposite of him, a detective, a family woman, and extremely reliable person.
PERSONALITY:
+ flexible, protective, daring, emphatic
- aggressive, deceptive, compulsive, messy
Tony is played by Mafe
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Name: Adeline “Addie” Chantal LaFontaine Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 45 Birthday: September 16th Occupation: 10th grade English teacher Species: Werewolf, 2nd In Command, Harvest Moon pack Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Marguerite Moreau
Bio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy)
Addie LaFontaine had always been a rebellious teenager. Her father having died when she was twelve the girl felt the need to test boundaries, to push her mother; she had been determined to live her life the way she wanted to despite the rules that were set in front of her. Her mother worried for her, naturally, and that worry came to a head when Addie came home at sixteen pregnant. When her mother inquired about the father Addie was tight lipped- how could she explain to her mother that the father of her unborn child and his father had thrown money at her to get rid of the child and that the two of them left town? Instead she simply said that he wasn’t going to be around. But getting rid of the child had never been an option in her mind and so despite the concerns of her mother Addie became a teen mother to a little girl who had her grandmother’s eyes. And while Marie hadn’t been ready to be a grandmother? She took one look at that little girl and fell in love.
Being a single mother was difficult, especially given her age, and her seemingly terrible taste in men popped back up when she once again became pregnant and that child’s father bailed out as well. A single mother of two while most people were partying their twenties away Addie buckled down and did everything she could to better herself and make a good life for her kids. Her mother helped watch her kids while Addie went to college classes and she even found herself a friend who became a surrogate uncle to her children, the only male figure in their lives that never let them down; she found kindness and support in Evelyn, the woman who became the supreme of one of the local covens. It was difficult and there were a lot of nights the woman would stay up crying but she knew that she would do whatever she had to do in order to make sure her kids were happy, healthy and living good lives.
But raising her children on her own brought other worries. Her daughter in particular had questions about her father when she was young. And Addie, unsure how exactly she should answer, merely told her daughter he wasn’t around and that she didn’t need to worry about him. After all, how could one explain to their child that the father she was curious about had asked Addie to get rid of her before she was even born?
Addie watched Rydell grow up strong and smart but bitter and cold. The brunette showed love for her mother, her little brother and her grandmother but kept everyone else at bay building a wall around her heart- an act which broke Addie’s own heart. She knew that her daughter was damaged by the idea of her father abandoning her and try as she might Addie couldn’t break down that wall. The only thing she could do was encourage her to be smart, make good choices- and always remember that she had a family who loved her very much with or without a father in her life.
These days Addie remains in her hometown with her two children, watching over them and encouraging them to continue to grow even though they are both adults. She is a teacher at the local high school and is doing her best to live a good life despite how difficult her path has been. But most days she finds herself still worrying for her children- especially now that the world knows what they are.
PERSONALITY:
+ Dedicated, resourceful, loving
- Guarded, wary, uneasy
Adeline is played by Jay
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Name: Melanie Dragoumis Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 27 Birthday: June 20th Occupation: Resident surgeon, Wolford Memorial Hospital Species: Witch, covenless, formerly Order Of Nyx Neighborhood: Silver Meadows Face Claim: Billie Lourd
Bio:
It’s no secret to the supernatural community who the Dragoumis family is. They are to some the definition of dark, not the kind that kids fear underneath their beds. This is the kind that swallows people whole with expectations of blood being enough to bind all. Dragoumis wasn’t short of priding themselves in it, true blood magic. Melanie grew up seeing all sides of her family. Born on the summer solstice she constantly watched her siblings looking to them for what was right and wrong.
Endless, and dark. The words floated in her mind since she was a child, an unknown want swarming around her. Melanie could never place what she was missing, but when people looked at her - like sweet little Mel, it gave her a thrill but also made her question herself. Was this all she was? Something about doing no ‘wrong’ to the people around her was exciting yet she wanted freedom from that life… Melanie was always there, listening behind a closed door or watching from a window. She knew the things her family said about one and other, the true indifference people held. The idea of being looked at or talked about in such a way made her skin crawl. One of the only ways she knew to stay in the good graces was to be just like everyone else. All too easy she found it.
Practicing dark magic from day one she soaked in it, the feeling like lightening hitting you. Her eldest siblings eventually choosing a lighter side Melanie’s all but convinced herself if she steps away from the dark she’ll be alone. A safety net that’s kept her sane when the twins weren’t there. Without them around Melanie often times was stuck entertaining herself, her family finding it enthralling the young girl engrossing herself in studies trying to prove she belonged there. Even the elders of the family sometimes took a step away from her for the effort she was putting into the practice. Pushing boundaries that most wouldn’t dare, who it hurt in the process sometimes didn’t matter but she did it all too well with an innocent smile. On some level she hoped it made her siblings proud despite their difference in loyalties. When she was old enough, Melanie stepped out of the family home and left Wolford all together.
That did surprise most however she finally took a hold of the freedom life offered. Her siblings received vague postcards from different colleges she was attending for the first few years but the last two years had been labeled ‘quiet’ as the post cards began to stop. Melanie had began a residency in Ohio that caught her attention, it made her switch her path from general to surgical and it felt like finding a purpose to life. Before she had realized it those years went by and she missed her siblings, not so much the town but it’s where they were. And with that the Dragoumis child finally returned home, as impulsively as she disappeared she reappeared moving into one of the littlest homes of Silver Meadows.
PERSONALITY:
+ intelligent, imaginative, charismatic
- manipulative, passive, impulsive
Melanie is played by Mina
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Name: Salim “Sal” Varma Gender pronouns: He/him Age: 36 Birthday: January 19th Occupation: Head Park Ranger, Whispering Pines Species: Shapeshifter, Black Panther Neighborhood: Silver Meadows Face Claim: Rahul Kohli
Bio:
He moved into town near six years ago, a tiny infant in tow with his jeep. On sight many assumed he’d be a loner , and even picked up a rather un-interactive job with the park rangers but Sal earned himself a place among the stay at home parents making him one of the most approachable.  All seem to go to him for tours of the woods, questions on local wild life or plant herbs, he familiarized himself with them all. A few do speculate on why he was so quick to learn those things but his motives were nothing more than wanting to be good at his job.
Time has passed since his arrival yet Sal’s past haunts him in the lingering nights. There are many questions he still never received answers for and it keeps the ranger looking over his shoulder. one particular, one that led him to this place has been revealed to the public, circling the harpies like a folktale they whisper about the mother of his child and her whereabouts, how ‘awful’ she must be to leave them as she did. Personally he’s never held such feelings about her even after the incident he’s found a love lingering there and thankfully no one has dared to question him on the matter yet. The recent weeks he’s tied himself to the woods and his home to avoid the stepfords Sal unfortunately calls friends from Silver Meadows.
PERSONALITY:
+ well-mannered, resourceful, charming
- passive, self-controlled, mischievous
Salim is played by Mina
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Name: Valentina Koning Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 278, appears 32 Birthday: May 9th Occupation: Independently Wealthy Species: Vampire Neighborhood: Downtown Face Claim: Megan Fox
Bio:  (Triggers:  Death, mentions of war )
When Valentina was born the world was a different place, from a Dutch family she grew up aware of her place and what was expected of her, all members of her family were. She helped her mother with all household tasks until her fingers were calloused and bloody. She couldn’t write or read but she was fascinated by nature and when she did have moments without work she would sit in her families garden and observe rabbits and birds. This seemed an interesting enough fact about her to draw the attention of a British suitor, she was married young, had children young and by her thirties was already a grandmother, as most were.
But her interest in nature tired her husband eventually and so too did she. Her life seemed repetitive and aimless until she met someone new, someone who once more took an interest in her while she sat in her garden playing with the rabbits that gathered, asking why she was not trapping them, they’d make good food, to which she simply snapped the rabbits neck and stated that not all had to be meals, some could be company but she wouldn’t starve for kindness.
She didn’t live another night and would not live again. She played out the role of her own body, listened to her funeral and eventually was dug up by the man who was, in fact, vampire. They lived wonderfully for a short time, eating as they liked and moving from place to place before they got caught, but they remained too long in one location and in trying to protect Valentina from the enraged hoard of angry humans her sire was killed and her heart broke. She had never felt so loved and now that love was gone.
Things became exceptionally difficult after that, being a woman alone was not something society allowed and with the war brewing Valentina hid herself away from it all. It would be easy to pose as a widow but even widows had family, could take on jobs as governesses but she did not intend to work at the feets of mortals. She needed to hide away until she could find someone to turn, to keep her able to move through society without being judged or controlled.
Many men crossed her path but most felt obligated to her, to her body or to what she had. Each became meals to her as her heart continued to break and the idea of ever being a part of society again faded, becoming a more distant desire with each day. Until Beau.
Beau came to her tired and wounded, her isolated home found only by those who were lost, either through travel or war. In Beau’s case it was obviously war. She aided him with food and what medical knowledge she had that was, due to the time, not very extensive. He didn’t feel owed anything by her, and seemed to keep implying the opposite, that her care made him owe her. Finally she had someone who would understand what she needed, someone who could help her move through society without a target on her back, a barrier to protect her.
In her mind, of course, he would want to be a vampire, she adored it, but upon turning him that was not the case but she insisted he could not return home, that he would hurt his family by doing so and she needed him, was that not honour enough? To help a woman who might not survive without his aid? And he helped, for a time, but their ages perhaps set them apart, where Valentina would kill without mercy, aware she needed to for survival, Beau was not the same. It kept a wall between them until he could remain no longer by her side. It felt like her world broke again, he was meant to keep her safe and yet the man she believed she’d turned, who was kind and good, was not who she had needed him to be.
Alone again Valentina found little had changed in the world, it still was loathe for a woman alone, and so she asked some witches she knew to put her to sleep. When they asked for how long she requested to remain until a person who could be her protector was ready for her. The witches warned this could be hours if this person already existed, or it could be centuries, but Valentina did not care, could not. The world was too hard to exist in alone.
Decades went by and only now has Valentina risen from her slumber. But she’d gone to sleep with no plan and now she has risen she knows she needs help. With everyone she knew before now old she knows there is only one person out there that can help her find the person who will finally be able to help her walk through this world without fear and, in Valentina’s mind, Beau owes her his assistance.
PERSONALITY:
+ Driven, Capable, Adaptable
- Confused, Murderous, Afraid
Valentina is played by Paris
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Name: Darren Carlos Rojas Gender pronouns: he/him Age: 35 Birthday: August 12th Occupation: Owner and manager of Red Moon Species: Werewolf, second in command, Grey Wind pack Neighborhood: Shimmering Oaks Face Claim: Michael Trevino
Bio:  (Triggers: Allusions to serious crimes, mercenary work, death )
It had been said many times in his life that Darren was simply born under a bad sign. When he was born his parents were ecstatic. He was the child that they had always hoped and prayed for. After all, his parents had been trying for a child for five years before Darren was born and there he was, their miracle baby. But quickly the excitement of finally having the child they had always wanted faded. By the time their son had hit first grade it became apparent to them that something was amiss. By then their second child had been born and Darren quickly showed that he hadn’t developed the same emotional range that other children his age had. Solemn and somewhat cold their son had a problem connecting with other people and often had little reaction to anything sad or violent that would happen around him.
That only worsened as Darren got older. Puberty and his first shift only seemed to make him colder and those around him soon realized that any friendly or polite interaction with him was an act. His parents sought professional help assuming that they could fix whatever was wrong with their child. But there would be no fixing Darren. Something inside of him was skewed and if he felt the normal range of emotions? They were buried deep beneath the surface, so deep that even he didn’t seem to have access to it.
When his sister was born, a human like their mother which was completely unexpected, their parents finally had the child that they always wanted. It put less pressure on Darren to try to pretend to be normal but connecting with his sister was just as difficult as it was connecting with others. He treated her decently enough and she didn’t seem to see exactly what he was which was a nice change from their parents who looked at him with skepticism. Sometimes he even wondered if their parents didn’t worry he would one day hurt his sister- which was never an urge he had.
Throughout high school his so-called friendships were superficial at best, connections simply used to put his parent’s minds at ease and to appear normal to those around him. But Darren always knew that when push came to shove none of the people he spent his time with mattered much to him at all. Not his supposed friends, not his family- no one. He knew that it wasn’t normal not to care about others at all but it was normal for him. And soon after graduation he left Wolford and cut off all contact with the people there.
For over a decade following his departure Darren travelled the world, never sticking in one place too long. And for the better part of that time he paid his way working as a mercenary, taking on whatever job was offered to him and completing them without hesitation. His inability to connect to others made that life easy- there was no guilt, no remorse and no one to worry about leaving behind. On the rare occasions that he would return to Wolford? His parents had learned not to ask about his life and how things were going. In truth? Darren was sure that his parents were afraid of the answers they would get were they to ask.
He returned to Wolford a few years ago and reconnected with his uncle, the only member of the family who seemed to accept him exactly as he was even while know exactly what his was. And when his uncle passed away a year after Darren’s return he left the bar he owned to his nephew. While part of the man wanted to leave again he also knew he owed it to his uncle to take care of his business and so he remained in Wolford.
In the years since his return Darren has done a rather good job of faking connections to others like he always had. Some people can see the real him beneath he mask but most are blissfully unaware of what he’s really like. He’s all too aware that he doesn’t need his job and can live off the money he made as a mercenary but sometimes you have to play normal to put people at ease. But outside of the people at the bar and the pack he doesn’t speak to too many people unless it’s necessary. And he certainly doesn’t go beyond the normal required communication with his parents. And as for his little sister? Well, he’s still like he had always been with her which is to say they aren’t close but if anyone ever messed with her? He has a lot more experience now on how to get rid of them.
About a year ago he found out that someone he had a casual relationship had his child- and only found out when the courts called him asking him if he wanted custody following the mother’s death. At first Darren wasn’t sure raising a child on his own was a good idea given his inability to connect with people but given that giving them a grandchild was the only thing he had ever done to make his parents seem proud of him he decided to give them that. For the last year he has been raising his now four year-old daughter on his own- with a little help from time to time from his sister, a “friend” and the pack.
PERSONALITY:
+ intelligent, charming,  resourceful
- cold, unpredictable, disconnected
Darren is played by Jay
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Name: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMann
Bio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)
Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.
For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.
Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.
For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.
Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.
PERSONALITY:
+ caring, maternal, intelligent
- unfocused, self-critical, stubborn
Willow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubbornWillow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubbornWillow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubbornWillow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubbornWillow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubbornWillow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubbornWillow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubbornWillow is played by JayName: Willow “Will” Elizabeth Bolton Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 26 Birthday: May 1st Occupation: Barista, Wicked Brew; part time waitress, Derry’s Pub Species: Witch, Stardust Coven Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Kennedy McMannBio: (Triggers: teen pregnancy, allusions to addiction)Willow Bolton was born the only daughter of Evelyn Bolton, the Supreme of the Stardust coven, and Jack Bolton, a local firefighter. Her whole childhood she looked up to and idolized her elder brothers- to the point where she started going by Will. Everything good she saw in her brothers she wanted to adapt for herself- and being the only girl she was the apple of her father’s eye.For the most part despite the chaos that came as her magic was developing Will’s childhood was happy and simplistic- until when she was nine years-old her brother Cassidy came home and told everyone he was going to be a father. An aunt at ten years-old and several more times to follow before she reached adulthood, Will was suddenly growing up very quickly and took it upon herself to aid in the care of her nieces and nephews. The desire to do so became stronger once Cassidy fell down a dark path and was no longer reliable when it came to the care of his kids. Will became the parent they needed all while missing out on a lot of the normal teenage experience. It was a choice she never regretted but one that weighed heavily on her- her nieces and nephews deserved a father they could depend on.Wanting to help people like her brother originally Will applied to college to study nursing. But eventually she realized she was doing that for the wrong reasons and dropped out before she got her degree. Finally moving out of her family home Will got herself a cheap but nice little house, became a barista at the local café and took on shifts at the family bar. More often than not she feels aimless and without focus, unsure what she wants to do with her life and despite being surrounded by a coven who is a second family and an actual family who loves her dearly she often feels lonely and isolated.For the better part of her life the siblings were always had each other’s back and were each other’s defenders. But in recent years whispering within the coven has been putting some tension into the Bolton family, whispers about who would take over for their mother when she ready to step down as supreme. With two of her elder brothers out of the running following their transformations into werewolves the coven seems to be torn with who they wish to see take over- some still believe Cassidy who had been considered a child prodigy as the best option; some believe Cassidy is too untrustworthy and reckless to lead and would rather see Will take over following proof she is every bit as talented as Cassidy had proven to be.Will tries to ignore the whispers within the coven and does her best to keep her relationship with her brothers in tact. She can often be found visiting Gray and Daniel, especially given the fact that werewolves are now public knowledge. But somewhere deep inside of her Willow longs for something more. But she isn’t quite sure what that is.PERSONALITY:+ caring, maternal, intelligent- unfocused, self-critical, stubborn
Willow is played by Jay
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Name: Grayson Bolton Gender pronouns: he/him Age: 32 Birthday: March 15th Occupation: Miner at Silver Creek Mines Species: Werewolf, lone wolf Neighborhood: Ace’s Trailer Park Face Claim: Richard Madden
Bio:  (Triggers: mentions of drug abuse )
Grayson grew up in a unique family; his father was human and his mother a powerful witch who acted as a supreme for the Stardust Coven.  Born number number two, Grayson has four other siblings, one including his identical twin brother Cassidy.
Throughout his childhood, Grayson always felt he lived in his older brother and twin brother’s shadows.  Daniel was the rebellious teenager who had all this energy and charisma about him, while Cassidy was the outgoing, smart one who excelled in magic.  Grayson was just your average kid, made decent grades but oftentimes blended in.  He became a wallflower, always around but never noticed.  Even the girl next door, who he had affections for only had eyes for his twin.
At age sixteen, he became an uncle and absolutely loved his nephew.  Yet, the next few years would be some of the hardest moments of his life as he watched his twin, his other half fall into despair and spiral out of control with drugs.  As always, attention was on Cassidy and his children and he faded away.  Eventually, at eighteen he joined the marines and was sent to Fallujah soon after basic training.  During his six years in the marines, he did three tours and came back to Wolford even more broken than when he left.
After his return to the town, he became one of the miners at Silver Creek Mines.  The days are long and lonely, but he manages to get by.  If needed, he will help his oldest brother at Derry’s Pub, the family owned bar that their father opened while as a firefighter.  All the civil servants of town can be seen there.  
For years, he has managed to just get by not really making a fuss.  Wake up, go to work, drink a few beers, go to sleep and repeat.  Simple enough.
Yet, his simple life flipped upside down when his oldest brother accidentally changed him into a werewolf, stripping him of all his warlock powers.  Now, he is very new and has very little control over the beast inside and when the full moon, it compels him to shift.  It is said it gets easier, that he will have control later on but at the moment it seems very far away and out of his grasp.  He has yet to join a pack, instead he remains his usual loner self.
PERSONALITY:
+ Loyal, Courteous, Hard working
- Closed off, Depressed, Messy
Grayson is played by Amber
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Name: Cole Einstein Gender pronouns: he/him Age: 33 Birthday: May 24th Occupation: History teacher, Wolford High School Species: Werewolf, Greywind pack, member Neighborhood: Downtown Face Claim: Michael Vlamis
Bio:
One of the wealthier families to come into the area in the last century the Einsteins have a long standing and well perceived reputation in Wolford.  The latest generation produced two sons, one being Cole Einstein, the younger of the two brothers. A bit of a prodigy to the outside; kind-hearted, polite, excellent in studies and a musical talent as well there wasn’t much that he couldn’t achieve given the opportunity. Well his parents thrived in having a perfect child, Cole cared little about fitting in simply doing what he needed. And all though it seemed so normal - a rich family with two sons -  there was something too perfect that some couldn’t place their finger on.
People speculated, they lived their lives. His parents ran the country club in Wolford, his brother got married and he attended college. Although Cole didn’t care much for the picture his family liked to portray he was never far from them, his university was within drive and he often visited the area. During the years of studying his path did however crossed with his now ex wife, a person he would describe as someone outside the frame of life and a breath of air he hadn’t realized he was gasping for. They were overly and deeply in love to the point where the ended up splitting, they parted mutually and have stayed close friends. It’s been one of the few reasons he stays in the area, as after college he got a job at the high school and moved into an apartment downtown. All was well for a few years…
When the world began to open to the supernatural, that perfect thing that bugged everyone finally made itself known. To some it was less than perfect, in fact it was monstrous. The Einsteins were a long lineage of wolves and Cole’s father saw the world changing and took it as an opportunity to open arms, show that at least their family was no harm. Cole on the other hand wasn’t excited at his fathers doing, it put a target on all of their backs. Fights happen behind closed doors, afraid of the bigger picture crashing down into the town as the towns people could accept them who knew what lay out beyond Wolford searching for creatures of the beyond. No matter the fear, the fights or concern he still stands by his family knowing well a wolf has better chances with a pack than alone.
PERSONALITY:
+ knowledgeable , witty, empathetic
- self-sacrificing, proper, workaholic
Cole is played by Mina
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wafflehouseyuri · 3 years
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I would simply like to experience the kind of love that I think only exists between characters in an art students thesis short film
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Short Stack - Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader
@nyotamalfoy : So, I was thinking, could you write a Stiles Stilinski x reader? Like the reader is short and the pack just loves to make fun of her (all in good sense) and could it include Derek too?
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The problem with hanging out with werewolves wasn't that they were werewolves. It wasn't that that they could potentially lose control and kill you (although that was a concern on the full moon). No, the problem was that they were all giants. No one was under 5'10. And being someone who was considered a normal height, maybe shorter, (Y/N) was the butt end of everyone's’ jokes.
Before the whole werewolf thing happened, it was usually just a joke here and there from Scott and your boyfriend, Stiles. But Stiles knew better than to say a joke more than once.
But now there were a gaggle of freakishly tall individuals around her all the time and they loved to point it out too. They all had their own nicknames for her, even Derek. The only person who could even understand her situation was Lydia, who was a whopping five-three. But no one made fun of Lydia about her height, mostly because Lydia was un-make-fun-of-able. 
Lydia and (Y/N) were sitting on the bleachers, watching a Beacon Hills scrimmage. It was one of the last few games that Scott would be coaching since he was going to college full time. 
Next thing you know, Liam and Theo walked past them, playfully shoving each other. 
“Sup Mighty Mouse.” Liam smirked as they walked by. (Y/N) sighed loudly in frustration. Lydia glared after the two and huffed. 
“Why do you let them do that?” 
“Because I’m not intimidating like you?” Lydia opened her mouth to retort, but closed her mouth and thought a moment. 
“Okay.” She shook her head, “Yeah. But still? So what if you’re short? I accomplished a lot being short.” 
“Like what?” 
“Being popular and surviving this hell hole of a town.” She said as if it were obvious. (Y/N) nodded after a moment. Maybe it was obvious. Being human in this supernatural town meant you a little underwhelming. You feel alone in your little world. 
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After the game was over, Lydia and (Y/N) were standing around, waiting for Scott and Stiles to get done with the team meeting. 
“Alright, see you at morning practice, guys!” Scott waved to the players and made their way to the two. 
“What’d ya think?” Stiles came around, wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. 
“It was a great game.” She smiled.
“Sure you could see over the people in front of you?” Scott joked. Stiles chuckled, but dropped the smile when he saw the look on his girlfriend’s face. Lydia glared, smacking Scott on the shoulder. 
That was last straw. 
“That’s it. I’m done.” She shrugged Stiles arm off of her shoulders, making her way to her car and driving away. Was this dramatic? Absolutely! But everyone she knew was in the running for Miss Drama Queen Beacon Hills, the winner would be crowned by Peter Hale. 
(Y/N) was just so sick and tired of all of them making fun of her. Sure, it was all in good fun. But all the time? Enough was enough. 
The cliffs were a good place to go when you needed to think things over. Stiles had called a few times, voicemails apologizing with Lydia in the background telling him how dumb he was. (Y/N) just sent a text back saying that she just needed time for herself. But even that was too much to ask. 
(Y/N) sat on the edge, legs swinging. Footsteps made her heart jump, she turned, pepper spray in hand. 
“Back up fiend!” She shouted at the darkness. She heard a chuckle and the familiar figure of Derek Hale appeared in her sight. She relaxed, setting her pepper spray back in the spot besides her. 
“Fiend? What year are you from?” He looked down at her, “What are you doing out here by yourself?” 
“Being pissed. Would you like to join me?” She swept her hand out to offer him the spot in the grass beside her. 
“Being pissed is my specialty.” He sat down, staring out at the city below, he leaned back using his arms to keep himself up. Derek used to be the most intimidating person she knew, but after a while she saw that Derek was just like anyone else. But he had a real bad case of grumpy face. 
“What are you pissed about?” She asked, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. 
Derek shrugged, “Why wouldn’t I be pissed? My uncle killed my sister, tried to kill me, etcetera bullshit that we’ve all been through for the past couple years.” He looked at her, “What are you pissed about?” 
“Well, now I would rather not say.” What she was pissed about didn’t compare to Derek. 
“C’mon, Short Stack, you can tell me.” 
She sighed, “It just that... I’m so sick and tired of being made fun of for my height. Every once in a while, sure, I can take a joke, but lately it has been constant. Just...” She looked at him, seeing that he was actively listening, “Never mind, it’s stupid to be mad about this.” 
“It’s not stupid.” Derek said, totally surprising (Y/N), “You want more respect from the pack. I understand that.”
(Y/n) blinked a few times, “Really?” 
“It’s only fair. You’ve done a lot, you earned your position in the pack, you deserve respect. I’ll talk to them about it.” 
She shook her head, “No, Derek, that’s-” 
Derek smiled, “I got it.” He stood up, helping (Y/N) to her feet. It was nice to see Derek smiling, especially after everything that had happened to him. 
“Besides, I’m grumpy face, aren’t I?” 
Her eyes widened, covering her open mouth with her hands, “Oh my god, who told you that?” 
“Lydia is loud.” 
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Like usual, Stiles was at her house after having used the key he made to get in. He stared her down as she watched Xfiles reruns. He came around, standing in front of the screen just as they were about to reveal the aliens. 
“Is there a reason why you are interrupting Xfiles time?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, “Since when are you and Sour Wolf friends?” 
“I thought we were all friends.” (Y/N) moved on the couch to get a better view of the TV. Stiles sighed and fell down on the couch besides her.
“We are. But Derek basically called us together and told everyone to stop doing the short jokes all the time.” He titled his head to the side, “Then Theo asked if he was your guard dog now and lets just say he’s gonna need the night to heal the bones he broke.” A grin pulled at her lips at the thought of scary Derek Hale getting her the respect she deserved, even fighting the pack to get it. 
“What’s the problem?” She asked. 
“I guess... The problem is that you should have come to me first. I’m your boyfriend and that should be my thing. To defend you.” She guessed Xfiles had to wait. She turned to Stiles to fully look at him. He looked upset, a little pout on his face. 
“It’s hard to talk to you about it when you laughed at it today. I got angry with you. Derek just happened to be there and we talked.” She rested her head on his shoulder, “I know you would defend me with your whole heart. Derek’s just faster.” He mocked offense, his mouth agape. 
“Faster? You better be fast then, missy!” His fingers found their way to her sides, tickling at her ribs. She yelped and scrambling up, running through the house with Stiles close behind. Laughter filling the empty home as the TV played in the background. Maybe being around tall people all the time wasn’t so bad. Sometimes they defended your honor and sometimes they were the love of your life. Sometimes the tall boy you met freshman year, the one who tripped over his own feet, would be the boy you spent the rest of your life with. Through thick and thin. Through life and death. And that was worth it, right? 
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BTS Reaction To: Boyfriend Moments
Twilight!Au & Imprint!Au
Hyung Line
Summary: cute moments with your protective, goofy, werewolf boyfriend
Warnings: twilight/imprint!, mates, cutesie shit, badboy!hobi, protective hyung lines, sassy seokjin, jin roasting a girl, sad?insecure?reader?, namjoon’s part is pretty emotional and the reader is depressed/distressed? I don’t know how to explain it. min yoongi being whipped for read. I think implied d/s relationship for both yoongi and hobi’s part. Oh, hobi being whipped 10000000%%%
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Notes: I don’t know why namjoon’s turned emotional but it did, I guess I wanted to show the emotional side/connection that the imprint bond brings in the relationship. Also, in this on yoongi’s and hobi’s part, I tried to dabble in the d/s theme a little bit… I hope that is okay? I’m trying to expand my writing a little bit!!
Kim Seokjin:
Too be honest, and you are saying this with all of your heart, your boyfriend, or imprint, is one of the most extra person ever.
And also, one of the sassiest person, or werewolf (besides Jungkook and Taehyung), ever.
It is very entertaining though, especially when someone pushes his buttons when it comes to cooking, sense of humor, or and most especially, you. When someone, especially women with no boundaries, he is defending you until his death. There are times when certain, rude, women try to flirt with Seokjin (because have you seen the man?), and they purposely try and act that you are not even there. So, Seokjin, being himself, brings you into the conversation.
And that is one the one thing that you love about the man, he makes sure and puts his paw down by showing you off to that woman.
An example would be right now.
The pack and the imprints are at the local bar, or night club, and are enjoying the Friday night that Namjoon had allowed due to the victory of defeating the newborn packs with the Cullen’s. Everyone is dancing with their imprint and are having a blast, but you and Seokjin are relaxing at the bar, not feeling the dancing spirit like everyone else is. You are cozied up into Seokjin’s side, loving the protectiveness and warmth that only wolves and their imprints get with one another. It is very peaceful and nice, especially with the two young ones making a scene by dancing like idiots and having dance offs with one another. The looks that both of their imprints are making to one another is having you giggling, the look of embarrassment that is mixed with adoration warms your heart.
“Well, you look lonely,” a woman’s voice purred, knocking you out of your thoughts.
Shifting in your boyfriend’s embrace, the first that you see is a older woman, who in your opinion is beautiful, is ogling your boyfriend, clearly ignoring his hold on your waist (which is now gripping it).
“I’m clearly not,” Seokjin commented, his tone is as if he is talking to a peasant. “If you have not noticed, I am with my lady,” Seokjin spoke, making you blush.
“Well, she is not that entertaining since you seem bored. I think I can help you with that boredom,” shocking you to the core due to her insinuation. You cannot believe she just said that with you standing right in front of her.
Seokjin right away sensed your discomfort and down mood, knowing that you want to speak up but cannot due to your anxiety. Sighing, “It is a shame that some women do not follow the girl code…” he began, “But also have, you need to realize that throwing yourself at someone does not look good on you, sweetheart, desperate does not suit you.” And with that, Seokjin grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the other end of the bar, “Come on, love, let’s go someplace else.”
You still think that you do not deserve Seokjin, and as if hearing your thoughts, Seokjin squeezed your hand a little harder, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. And that is all of the confirmation and comfort that you needed.
Min Yoongi:
Some people found it very adorable on the dynamic that you and Min Yoongi, your imprint and werewolf boyfriend, had. It was never a bad view on your relationship, in fact, it was the best view that you believe people had on it.
To the outside world, Min Yoongi was the cold, reserved, grumpy, or in Stiles Stilinkie’s term, “sour wolf,” person. The reason why people viewed this is because they can never see the adoring smile that he held for you out in public, but you can see it and the pack can see it. Yes, it may look like a blank face, but only those who know him can see the twitch at the corner of his lips and the head-over-heels look in his eyes.
“Please?” You whined, pouting at your boyfriend in the candy store at the mall, wanting to get some more snacks.
“No.” Your boyfriend grunted out, trying to not fall into the trap of giving into your adorable puppy (lol) eyes.
Stomping your foot, earning a look from your boyfriend, “But why?” You asked in a cute, whiny, tone that made Yoongi melt along with his wolf.
But, not liking the stomping of the foot that you made, he gave you a daring look. “Don’t stomp your foot at me, princess.”
Looking down at your feet, you slumped your shoulders, realizing that you were not able to get candy because of the orthodontist explaining that you have been having too many sweets, especially with your braces, and that you need to cut back on them. But! In your defense, you have another four months that you will not see them, so you can start cutting back on next Monday! Knowing that your boyfriend is very protective and always is very concerned for your well-being, he takes these kinds of things very seriously – even having a nightly flossing schedule that you both do every night.
Hearing the defeated sigh that held sadness with it, both Yoongi and his wolf can not and will not stand the thought of knowing how devastated you are. Sighing himself, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest and pressed several kisses that earned your giggle, a sound that brought joy to him and his wolf. “You can have a little bit of candy, but this should last you several weeks because we cannot have you sick off of candy and running around like a hyper bunny.” Yoongi bargained, a bargain that you agreed to and happily chose the candy that you wanted.
Yoongi only forgot that a little to you is three bags of candy – he just could not be mad.
Jung Hoseok:
One thing that the pack was for sure about when it came to Hoseok whenever you were not near him, was that he was constantly texting you. Now, this did not upset them at all, in fact, they were happy to see their hot headed, angry, but caring pack member happy. When you and Hoseok first met, they knew that it was going to be a long journey of finding your guys meeting points. But, the whole time it was worth it because they got to see their brother become a better person and a happier person.
Anyways, Hoseok was currently texting you, a small smile on his face, but a serious expression apparent. Everyone was out at the beach, a bonfire put on by the maknae line, wanting a fun Saturday night. You were showing up with your cousin, inviting her with you to the groups hangout since she was in town for the next few days. You felt your phone buzzing with texts from your boyfriend, the feeling of your heart doing flips with just the thought of your lover. Pulling out your phone, you smiled at the message.
           Hobi: when will you be here? I miss youuu
Smiling at the sentiment, the one thing that Hoseok will ever show you and not anyone else. He only acts like a whiny puppy with you, always wanting to keep his cool front on in front of everyone else. But you have began to notice that he has started to let his walls come down in front of his pack.        
           You: almost there! I cant wait to see you!!
When you and your cousin showed up at the bonfire, the first thing that your cousin noticed was that the man who had a stony expression and a powerful aura surrounding him that screamed danger stood up from the chair, making their way to you. She could see the way your body lit up, smile shining so brightly that it made her smile also. The look of love and adoration was what surprised her when she saw it shine on the males face.
Ah, that is the Hoseok that you were talking about.
When Hoseok reached you, he brought you into a short, but sweet kiss. The both of you did not want to pull away, but having respect and liking to keep that part of your life to yourselves anyways. Hoseok wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side protectively before realizing that he has yet to meet the cousin you have been talking about for the past week.
“Oh!” You gasped, bringing Hoseok’s attention solely to you (as if it was not already on you). “Hobi! This is my cousin, Linda! She’s the one I’ve been telling you about! Linda! This is Hoseok, my boyfriend!” You introduced the two happily.
Linda could see the smile that was brought onto Hoseok’s face so easily, jealousy slightly burning at that. She wished for something like you and Hoseok, especially from everything that you had told her about. She knew that Hoseok took great care of you.
“It is nice to meet you, Hoseok.” Linda spoke kindly, smiling at him.
Nodding his head, a kind small smile on his face. “You too, miss.”
“Let’s get food! Linda! Come, come!” You made sure to not leave your cousin alone since she is new here. “Hobi! We forgot an extra chair. Is there one that we can borrow for Linda?”
Not giving it another thought, Hoseok leant down and kissed your forehead before taking off to find a chair. As if on a mission to find gold, Linda watched your boyfriend search for a chair, realizing that you, his girlfriend, did not realize how your boyfriend would fight through hell if it meant to make you happy.
You truly are the luckiest girl, ever.
Kim Namjoon:
If there is one thing that Namjoon is for sure about, it is knowing you like the back of his hand. Now, he is not saying this just to say it, he is saying it because it is true. Ever since he met you at the farmer’s market, accidentally bumping into you, he has observed you every minute that he is with you. He knows your little quirks, your dislikes and likes, wants, and your favorite terms. He knows that you hate burning hot chocolate milk, so he makes sure it has cool down just enough to still be warm, but cool enough to where you have to blown on it to where it is not burning your tongue.
Another thing that he knows is that you have moments where you are completely down. It is as if a switch got switched off, making you completely emotionally vulnerable, the one thing that you are needing is comfort and his attention – but you hate asking for help. You are completely stubborn, hating to ask for comfort and his time because you know that he is busy with the pack. But, what you do know is that Namjoon knows when these times happen. They happen once you are completely happy, having no worries in the world, but once you get home, you shut down because you believe that you do not deserve happiness. Why? Because in your past, every time you had a good day, or feel happy, and something snatches it from you. Something like a text from a friend that sounds mad, but you know in the back of your head that you cannot read emotions over text. Or, your mother snapping at you for something that was out of reach. It has, and Namjoon knows that this will always happen, but that is okay, because he knows you and he loves you.
So, once you opened the door from a night out with your friends, Namjoon can sense the sudden wave of sadness from you. He could feel it once you left the bar, a imprint bond perk that he loves so he knows what to do, and he could feel your distress from a mile away. The distress being your questioning of whether or not you deserve happiness. And as you are taking off your heels, Namjoon comes up behind you, helping you take them off by kneeling down and unzipping them for you.
You stare down at your boyfriend with tears forming in your eyes, suddenly crying, but Namjoon this from your heartbeat beating a little faster. Standing up, Namjoon wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, the both of you relaxing at the touch of one another. Breaking down, you clutched onto him tightly, fearing that he will disappear on you.
“I don’t know what happened, everything was perfect and I had a good time—” you were cut off by your sobs, face nuzzling into his neck, the familiar sent of him helping you calm down.
“I know baby, I know. It is okay, I’m here, I’m not leaving beautiful.” He promised, kissing you the side of your head. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”
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Not by the Moon | 05
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Genre: Smut, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Drama, Tragedy, Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU, Bookshop AU
Pairing: Bookshop keeper!/Werewolf!JB x Reader
Warnings: A sprinkle of grumpy jealous werewolf!Jaebeom who gets a wee bit violent, tooth-rotting domestic fluff, werewolf courting, sexual tension, werewolf!Jaebeom acting like a pup, and poor yet adorable attempts at coming across as human.
Summary: Every story has a purpose or goal it is dedicated to, their authors at times going to great lengths to see the project they once started to completion. Nevertheless, the things the writers swore on to see their latest art piece to completion are static.
Unchanging.
None of them swore by the Moon nor Love because they can solely genuinely swear on all that changes like themselves.
And yet, a wolf in love foolishly swore by the moon.
That is when Time truly started ticking.
Author’s Note: This chapter is from Y/N’s POV. Bam and Jinyoung make a cameo.
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Wonderful as a trip abroad might be, there’s nothing that can compare to the secret feeling of relief when returning home. No longer there is luggage to drag along, languages to swap between, or cultures to assimilate to. While it is in good fun, it’s also physically and mentally exhausting. Henceforth, coming home is like a cozy blanket to wrap around your shoulders by the fire on a cold November day. And once you’re bundled up, it is time to breathe easy and rest.
Although, home is not necessarily a place. In fact, mine has made good on his promise and puppy dreams, standing in the crowd to pick me up.
“Y/N,” a familiar voice calls out as we enter the hall of arrivals, “over here!”
Manes tucked away under a dark red beanie and wearing a simple black jacket over an oversized black shirt, Jaebeom waves to pull attention to himself.
“Who’s that?” Bam follows my gaze to the adorable tall man as we make our way through the crowd of trolleys, suitcases, hellos and goodbyes. “Is that the dude you’ve been texting and calling?”
“He is,” I whisper in reply as we approach him. With every step, the storm of butterflies in my stomach worsens although I feel light as air at the same time. Happiness in Love is a strange thing. 
“So that’s your boyfriend,” my colleague purrs. He sounds pleased in the way I imagine he’d sound if he was my older brother.
I whip my head around, tongue-tied but not enough to protest the assumption. “He’s not my boyfriend!”
Bam merely chuckles to himself, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he continues. “Sure he isn’t, Y/N. After all, you’ve not been touching your lips and turning into a blushy mess afterwards. Or keeping those books you have with you close at all times, looking at them fondly.”
“Of course I am.” Jaebeom jumps into the conversation when we’ve reached him, acting as if he’s heard our conversation perfectly through the ruckus of the crowd. The sparkle in his eyes dims and turns into a poisonous glare when he notices the guy besides me. “Who are you?”
“JB, this is Kunpimook.’’ I gesture from one to the other, jaw clenched in the hope the wolf man won’t actively show the hostility harboured in his gaze. ‘’The colleague I told you about.”
“Just call me Bam.” Politely, he holds out his hand.
“Im Jaebeom,” the other man introduces himself, fortunately accepting the gesture howbeit with a strained expression. “Her boyfriend.”
“Hey, you must be Y/N.” Holding a tray with three coffee cups in it, a young man joins our company. 
Like Jaebeom, who has proudly proclaimed himself my boyfriend, he is tall, slender yet muscular in build and has black hair. Nevertheless, whereas Jaebeom has a flair of being unapproachable, the stranger has a boyish air around him that’s open for contact.
He moves the carrier from his right hand to his left for a handshake. “I’m Jinyoung.”
Immediately, bells start ringing at the mention of his name. After all, there hasn’t been a single call the past week wherein he wasn’t mentioned. “Jaebeom’s told me about you. You’re a professor at the university here, right?”
“I am,” he beams, his proud tone indicating how much he likes his job. “I teach Mythology. It’s a course that encompasses folklore around the world, so it’s fairly broad.”
“You teach only one course?”
“I do, but I’m also a doctor. Well, still studying to be one officially, but I’m allowed to work at the university’s clinic already.”
 “Wow.’’ A professor and a doctor. There’s little else I can say as a mere travel journalist, so I just try to remain casual despite being utterly gobsmacked. 
“I know, it’s a lot. Nevertheless, somehow I manage to do it and occasionally write an article.”
How does he do it? He’s likely not that much older than I, but he’s evidently busier than I am.
“Show-off.” The grumbled insult interferes with the friendly conversation. The focus of Jaebeom’s glare has changed targets from Bam to the professor. However, the latter doesn’t seem to notice his friend’s chagrin.
“I’m simply introducing myself, Jay. Here,” Jinyoung hands him one of the paper cups from the carrier, “your apple and cinnamon tea.”
“You drink tea now?” I raise an eyebrow, surprised. It sounds like a strange concept because I’ve never seen him drink anything but black coffee.
“Doctor’s orders,” JB murmurs in response, discontent and keeping a close eye on Bam as he nips the warm beverage.
“I’ve put him on tea, preferably green, to lower the caffeine levels in his blood. Otherwise, he’ll be staying up all night reading and trying to cook. Oh,” he reaches for something in his pocket, pulling out a small bottle like the one JB showed me in the park and handing it to his friend, “you forgot your meds.”
“You’re on medication?” Bam asks without any implications or judgment. The funny thing is, despite being extroverted and extravagant - extra, in general - he actually studied psychology and thought about becoming a psychiatrist for a while. Therefore, he has a general interest in medicine and its function of helping the human psyche.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jaebeom sneers sarcastically, his voice closer to a growl than human speech. Then, he turns his attention to Jinyoung, who continues to hold his calm. “Why are you giving this to me now? Couldn’t you wait until we’re back? I’m not gonna take them in front of some stranger, especially not someone close to her. Besides, what does skipping one time or by a few hours matter?”
“Jay, don’t be like this,’’ the young professor sighs. ‘’You know how important timing is, especially with this new treatment.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are!”
A nudge against my shoulder distracts me from the fierce bickering, Bam lowly whispering he’s leaving for home as well as an apology for what he has unleashed. I answer in a similar fashion when promising to call him later and apologizing for putting him into this situation. He merely waves dismissively, unbothered, and disappears in the crowd of trolleys and journeying strangers.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” I intervene lest the situation gets out of hand. A hand on his chest, I try to distract Jaebeom by shifting his focus to me. “Let’s go search for somewhere quiet around here where it’s just us. It’s important to me too you take your meds.”
“Let’s just go home.” His features soften, compromising like I did that day in the bookshop and didn’t want to eat. “I’ll take them in the car, alright?”
“Why do you have to be cross with me about it when you readily accept to take them when Y/N tells you to?” Jinyoung crosses his arms in defiance, lips pulled into a displeased pout.
 “Because she’s my mate,” Jaebeom argues, sure to show his teeth. Withal, he turns into a gentle giant again once he wraps an arm around my waist and looks down at me with so much adoration I feel my cheeks burning up. “Girlfriend, I mean. We’re dating, so she’s my girlfriend.”
“We’ve only been out together once,” I sputter. It’s wonderful to hear the affirmation we’re an item, although I still think it’s a bit too early to claim we are.
“Twice after today. And we’ve kissed,” he corrects me, tone indicating there is no use in protesting. Nevertheless, the sternness wavers as it warms into merriment. “I got you something. I’ll give it to you once we’re home.”
Jinyoung leans in as we head to the exit, whispering. “He went kinda overboard.”
“I didn’t,” Jaebeom growls. “Stop embarrassing me. Know your fucking place.”
“Boys,” I sigh in warning.
Both lower their head and let out a whimper in apology. “Sorry.”
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“This is where you live?” Jinyoung parks the car in front of the tall white brick building overlooking the quay at the edge of town.
“Wow...” Jaebeom murmurs in the passenger seat, awed by the fact I live on the east side of town. It’s a recently redeveloped area, the warehouses refurbished into apartment complexes to help combat the growing housing issue.
“I do. Not for much longer, though.”
Both men turn in their seats, looking at me as if I’m insane.
 “You’re moving out?” The professor asks, although it’s more of an exclamation than a question. “Why would you leave this place? It’s one of the most desired places to live within the city.”
However, JB doesn’t care about the reason which makes me want to leave the neighbourhood behind. Instead, he’s anxious to know where to find me. “Where will you go?”
“Do you know those orchards on the outskirts of town? With the old cottages?” Both nod as confirmation. “Well, that’s where I’ll be moving to. I’ve been meaning to get out of the city for a while. Granted, the harbour district isn’t as busy as the city centre. But, despite being only twenty-two, I crave the silence of the countryside. Or, rather, its tranquility which I can also find in the suburbs.”
“You’re twenty-two?” Jaebeom asks, head tilted to the side.
 “I am,’’ I admit as I pull my knees up to make myself as small as possible. ‘’I never mentioned it because I didn’t think it’d matter. Does it, though?”
My voice is hardly audible, a frog stuck in my throat. Why did I have to be the one to bring this up?
“No, not at all! I still like you. A lot. A lot, a lot. But, I’m older than you. Quite a bit, I think.”
“How old?” The question barely rolls off the tongue, pale with dread.
Please, don’t let there be too big of an age gap.
“I’m twenty...” He looks at Jinyoung, brow furrowed.
“Twenty-eight,” the good doctor whispers, unconscious of the fact that the well-meant reminder is loud enough for me to hear.
“Twenty-eight,” Jaebeom confirms, staring back at me in anticipation. “Six years difference. Does it matter? To you, I mean. In how you see me?”
“It doesn’t. Do you see me differently?”
“I never did.”
“Age is only a number, after all,” the professor pitches in to cheer us up further. “Anyway, I’m dropping you off here.”
“Can’t you stay?” Surely I can’t let him leave without at least thanking him with a cup of coffee or tea.
“I’d love to, but- Don’t you snarl at me.” He points an accusing finger at JB, who’s showing his teeth and lowly growling like he did at the airport.
Caught red-handed, the wolfish man feigns ignorance and stares out the window. However, his sulky expression and scoff betray his true feelings.
“As I was saying,” Jinyoung continues after an exasperated sigh, “I’d love to, but I get to attend an interesting transplant operation today and have a bit of research to do for a new article.”
“That’s a shame. I owe you a cup of coffee, then. That’s the least I can do to repay you for driving me home.”
“I’ll make good on that promise soon. But for now, go on, you two.” He motions for us to get out of the car. “Don’t make it awkward by making me the third wheel.”
“Jinyoung.” Hesitantly, the big wolf man holds up his fist.
“No hard feelings.” He bumps his fist against JB’s.
“Good.” The seat belt comes undone, but Jaebeom doesn’t move to step outside yet. Instead, he leans in towards Jinyoung and takes a whiff, squinting as invisible question marks float in the air. “You smell weird, though.”
“Really?” The other man sniffs the collar of his jacket, shrugging casually in jest. “It’s not that bad.”
“Jinyoung.” Despite still looking a bit pale with remorse, the wolf man says the professor’s name harshly, his voice deep as he chastises the turn to humour. He grows still, gaze focused on his friend as he tries to look for what’s unspoken in the other’s body language.
However, there is nothing to see. Although, if there actually is something off, the professor hides it well. But Jaebeom doesn’t get the chance to scrutinize him long enough to see for himself because Jinyoung turns back to the wheel and waves dismissively. “I’m alright, Jae. Go. Have fun with your girlfriend.”
His friend nods, a strained look on his face, and opens the door. I follow behind, having silently observed the conversation from the backseat.
What’re you worried about? Jinyoung looks fine. Nothing wrong with him whatsoever.
Nevertheless, barely have we opened the trunk when the doctor hangs out the window. “And don’t forget your present!”
“Got it right here.” In confirmation, Jaebeom holds up a neat-looking paper bag, chique enough to originally have been used in a boutique.
“That’s my boy,” he chuckles before he resumes his seat.
With a dull thud, Jaebeom closes the trunk again. 
The engine roars to life and the car pulls out of the parking lot, Jinyoung honking a few times as we see him off.
I look from Jaebeom to the bag, leaning in to try and sneak a peek of its contents. “What did you get me?”
You promised me a shirt, but do you really need this big of a bag for one?
“I’m not telling you,” he muses.
I straighten my posture, a smile building as a golden opportunity presents itself. “Aw, what’s in the box?”
“Box? Y/N, it’s a bag.”
“I know, but- Never mind.” I wave the apparently obscure allusion with a dismissive gesture, disappointed he doesn’t get the reference. “Let’s go inside.”
“Are you upset?” he asks as we walk to the entrance of the building.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Another reassuring question burns on his tongue, but before he can ask it I stand on the tips of my toes to peck him on the lips and nose. “I’m not going to get upset simply because you didn’t understand me. Besides, it’s just a trivial matter. Come on, let’s go. I’m hungry.” 
Though I failed the first time, I again try to get a better look at the mysterious bag. As before, the attempt is in vain. “And curious.”
“I think you’ll like it. In fact,” his lips pull into a smug smirk, “I’m fairly sure you’ll look pretty in it. More pretty than you do now.”
It’s prettier.
I let the mistake slide.
To let him have his little moment of triumph.
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There is no place like home. Truly, not a single hotel room or bed and breakfast in the world can substitute the small studio with its minimalistic interior in shades of white and grey.
I breathe in deeply, glad to stand in the familiar narrow hallway leading to the kitchen and space beyond. A faint musty smell cuts through the fragrance of the Nordic leather diffuser sticks I bought before going to Belgium.
Guess I’ll be cleaning tomorrow.
Luckily, it’s been only a few days so the level of dust isn’t too bad. Notwithstanding, the place could do with a little clean-up.
“Well, this is me.”
“I know,” Jaebeom replies sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his eyes on me.
“No, I mean, this,” I gesture around as I walk into the apartment, “is my place. My house.”
He murmurs something under his breath, seemingly contrasting two words as he tries to understand them or, rather, the difference between them.
“It’s nice,” he remarks when he has figured out his train of thought, looking around appreciatively.
“The cottage will be nicer, I think. I can’t wait to decorate it, make it cozier than this place. Maybe get some plants, hang up a few photos-’’
“A few of us together, maybe?” He proposes as he, too, takes his shoes off and follows me into the living room.
“For example.” I nod at the bag when we settle down on the couch next to the window overlooking the quay. “Can I open my present now?”
“Say ‘please’.” Arms crossed, he leans in so our faces are mere inches away from each other. His breath ghosts warmly over my lips when he continues in a tender yet playful babying tone. “Life is short, but there is always time for courtesy. Manners, young lady.”
“Can I open my present, please?” Regardless of the chance to finally satisfy my curiosity, I don’t dive into the gift directly. Instead, I stay my hand, bothered by a nagging feeling his words are familiar to me. “What you just said, isn’t that a quote?”
“It is, but,’’ Jaebeom bites his lip, eyes averted to the ground, ‘’to be honest, I can’t remember who said it.”
Funny, how you can remember quotes. Maybe that’s how we can communicate in the future if your condition gets worse. Although, let’s hope that’s not the case for a long time.
“Ralph…’’ I start, trying to recall who originally said it. ‘’Ralph Waldo? No, that’s not right. He went by his middle name. Wait, his middle name was Ralph so it was him.”
“Have you read his work?”
“Honestly speaking, I haven’t. However, I have a friend who studies American literature and poetry and she sends poems, quotes and the occasional snippet. I think I’ve seen him in passing. Anyways,’’ I pull the bag onto my lap, giddy as a child in a candy shop, ‘’let’s see what’s inside.”
The present catches me off-guard because the bundles of clothing are both what I expected and yet not. “You...” I trail off, checking and double checking the amount of shirts. “Seven?”
“One for every day of the week,” he beams, proudly barking his reasoning.
These will last me two weeks if not longer. Minimalism isn’t his thing, is it?
I pull out a big grey hoodie and hold it up to my nose to sniff it. A wild forest of which the air is faintly scented by a cologne with fruity undertones and the musty smell of books. I hum contently, enraptured by the scent. By him. 
From the corner of my eye, I see Jaebeom grinning in unadulterated amusement. Albeit not without effort, I lower the article of clothing. “I know this is likely stupid to ask, but eventually they’ll have to be washed so what if your scent fades?”
“I’ll just scent them again.’’ He shrugs casually before he points inside the bag. ‘’Also, what’s in the little box on the bottom might help with that too.”
In my astonishment, I missed the cardboard square at the bottom which turns out to be the packaging for a bottle of cologne. “You can spray it on. Sure, it’s not really purely my scent but hopefully it’s still rem- remi- a reminder of me.”
You meant reminiscent, didn’t you?
“Or I can go to you and have you scent them,” I joke, only half-serious.
“If that means more time together,” his mismatched eyes sparkling with gleeful stars, “sure, why not? I’d be glad to help.”
“Thank you.’’ Absentmindedly, I fidget with the folds of the hoodie. ‘’I really like it.”
Jaebeom ruffles my hair, letting out a chuff. “You’re welcome. Now, why don’t you just sit tight and I’ll make us something to eat?”
“Don’t set my kitchen aflame, though,” I warn him as the wolf man gets up from the couch.
“I won’t,” he answers smugly before leaning in to steal a kiss. “I promise.”
With a spring in his step, JB sets off for the kitchen with the bag of groceries he pulled from Jinyoung’s trunk. The two must have dropped by the supermarket before coming to pick me up.
A pillow propped up against the armrest and the blanket formerly draped over the couch now covering my shoulders, I lie down for a nap.
As consciousness fades, a warm affectionate wolfish smile pierces through the growing haze. Jaebeom murmurs something unintelligible and turns his gaze back to the chopping board.
I am home.
Dreaming of two little pups running around an orchard.
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“Dinner’s ready!” The loud remark barely filters in until it’s repeated up close, the merry bark lowered in volume. A hand shakes my shoulder, but what does the trick in waking me up is the warm wetness nibbling away at my ear. However, it doesn’t stay there, but travels down the side of my neck and ends its journey at the hem of my shirt, giving it a gentle yet fierce tug.
“Y/N, come on. Get up,” JB whines, the words distorted thanks to keeping the fabric firmly between his teeth. He tugs at it again.
What on earth?
I turn onto my other side, causing the big wolf man to let go. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get you to eat.” He makes himself smaller, gaze briefly averted to the side before looking at me again, continuing in the same tender yet stern tone he uses whenever food is involved. “With me. This is my first time cooking for you and I practiced really hard while you were away. So, please, eat with me. I want to know whether I did a good job.”
“Do you have to drag me by the collar for that?” I reach out to scratch him behind his ear, tracing his jaw as my fingers work upwards.
Jaebeom’s eyes mist over, his expression turning dreamy as he leans into the touch. “Want- Don’t know… know how to- Come to… kitchen. Although, maybe, just...”
“Feels good?”
A hasty sheepish smile flashes on his lips as he nods in agreement, eyes closed and speechless.
You really are a wolf. Weirdo. My weirdo.
A whine slips out when I stop. JB slowly opens his eyes again, blinks a few times before he clears his throat. “Can we do that again? After dinner, maybe?”
 “If I liked what you made, sure. However,” I kiss his forehead, “since you asked so nicely, we can do this again after we’ve eaten. So, will you eat with me?”
Will you stay with me?
“What’s wrong?” Picking up on the worrying thought, he tilts his head to the side and scrutinizes my face as he did Jinyoung’s earlier today.
“Nothing.” I shake my head, dismissing the thought since we’ve already said everything there is to say about it. “Just a silly thought.”
His expression falters. “I’m being over- overbear- too much.”
“No, not at all! Don’t say that, silly.”
Jaebeom nudges my nose with his, his tone sweet in an attempt to make me confess what’s bothering me. “Then what is it?”
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit at last. “No one’s ever cooked for me aside from my mom and grandmother or had a guy proudly proclaim himself as my boyfriend. This is simply new to me so it makes me feel, well, a bit awkward. It’s unreal, like a dream that might go up in smoke any second. That’s maybe a better way to put it.”
“I’m really here. Also, remember what you promised me? You’d stay by my side until you can’t anymore and I promised you the same. I’m a wolf, after all. Loyal to my pack or, rather, my- uh- my bi- no, that’s wrong. My lady,” he grabs my hand and lifts the fingers to his lips for a chaste kiss, “I am your gentleman and I won’t go anywhere without telling you first. And, if possible, I’ll take you with me because I refuse to leave you behind. But for now, let’s go eat. Together. I’ll try not to make a mess.”
Don’t cry, Y/N. Don’t you tear up right in front of him.
I take in a shivering breath, swallow hard, and try to regain composure.
We’re here together and wherever it is we’re going next, we’ll be there as we are now.
Side by side.
Even though I’m hungry and the table is literally three steps away, I groan as I get up from the couch. Travelling takes its toll, no matter how short the distance might be. All the same, I shuffle towards the chair facing the kitchen and plop down on it, watching JB plate up. “What are we having?”
“Steak with blanched vegetables and sweet potato mash,” he proudly announces while serving the food.
“Uhm, that’s very nice. However- it’s alright if you don’t remember, but I’m vegetarian.”
“I remembered.” A bright smile forms on his lips, eyes alight with triumph and joy. “That’s why your steak is soy-based. I found it while doing groceries or, rather, Jinyoung pointed it out. He’s been teaching me how to cook and bake. Well, we’re still working on the latter, but I did bring homemade cheesecake for dessert. I still wonder why they call it cheesecake when what’s going in it isn’t really cheese.”
“Beats me too.”
“You got slapped by cream cheese?” Visibly gobsmacked, he leans in with an expression that holds the middle between curiosity and utter confusion. “How did that happen and was it painful?”
“I mean I don’t understand either,” I reply, shaking my head with a low chuckle, and cut into the steak. As the knife sinks into it, a rosy fluid oozes out of it as if it’s been cooked medium-raw which is exactly how I liked it back in my non-vegetarian days. “But baking hasn’t been a success?”
Jaebeom sits back, shoulders hunched as he pokes the carrot on his plate with his fork. “I burned a cake, pulled it from the oven as black as charcoal. Then there’s the case of the exploded soufflés and marble cake that turned out to have no marbling at all. Not to speak of the melted... what’re they called again? There’s also a song that’s got to do with them. Jinyoung sings it a lot. Rocky road! Melted rocky roads and millionaire’s breads.”
“Maybe stick to cooking instead of baking. Not everyone has a knack for both.”
He sighs in defeat. “Maybe I should, but I’ll still try to make you something every once in a while that’s actually good.”
“As long as you don’t blow up one of our kitchens.” I include my kitchen as well because the mere thought of baking together spreads a rosy flush throughout my body that leaves me warm with affection. Besides, it’s another excuse to see him wear an apron, maybe pull some shenanigans myself and have something to eat with a cup of tea or coffee and a good book.
That would make for a nice date. We should do that soon.
“I’ll try.” He holds out his pinky. “Promise.”
The adorable genuineness of the determined gesture is what drives me to seal the promise by wrapping my pinky around his. “I’ll hold you to it.”
While eating the simple yet well-made dinner, the conversation is about novels, the shop, Jinyoung’s cooking lessons and the weary stories of how Kunpimook and I crossed Bruges in search of the best chocolate. Jaebeom hasn’t done much in the time I was away it seems. The bookshop’s been quiet, so he’s had plenty of time to read and work on his cooking. Nevertheless, his expression turns dreamy when I show him the pictures from the trip, but right beneath the surface of it floats a form of sad longing which is too unclear to be certain of or to be properly described.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m glad you got to see this,” he murmurs as he takes my phone from my hand to leave through the collection again. “I’m kinda jealous, though. It’s been so long since I went somewhere other than here. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been somewhere else.”
Brows furrowed, he tries to remember the last time he travelled. Withal, he comes up short, the melancholy of missing memories staining his voice. “I’ve been nowhere except here. Chained.”
“This place clearly is your home, that’s why it’s keeping you here. It knows you belong here and I’m glad you’ve remained.”
He lets out a breathless laugh which oddly holds the middle between a growl and a giggle. “I’m happy you showed up at my doorstep, then. But, the cottage you’ll be moving to... it’d- it’d be nice if I could make that my home too.’’ His cheeks grow pink like rose petals. ‘’Well, maybe not literally, but it would be nice if it would become our little somewhere.”
“Our little somewhere,” I repeat, charmed by the sound of it.
“Our home. Well, concretely speaking. Abstractly, and most importantly, you are my home.’’ He gets up to move to my side, where he crouches at my feet. Foreheads rested against each other, he easily nips at my nose and nuzzles it affectionately with his. ‘’You are what breaks the silence, makes me able to hope for better days.”
“The same goes for you because even though you sometimes still intimidate and freak me out a little bit, you make my days more interesting than they have been in years. So, thank you. For being here, spending your time in my company.”
“Thank you for the same reasons. Now,” JB leans away to get up and starts to clear the dishes, “how about dessert?”
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Before either of us is aware of it, the clock on the wall notes it’s already ten past eight when we finish off the homemade cheesecake. Naturally, partially to also do my fair share, I stand up from my chair before the big wolf man does in an attempt to clear the table and do the dishes. However, when I’m about to walk to the kitchen with them, Jaebeom unapologetically takes them from my hands.
“What’re-? JB, you don’t have to do everything! Let me at least do the dishes.” Flattered yet a tad annoyed by the kindness, and poorly conveying my appreciation, I protest in a harsher tone than I intended to use.
Fortunately, though also a bit comically, he remains unperturbed. Notwithstanding, an unyielding sternness underlines his voice when he responds. “You’ve had a long journey, so sit down and relax. I’ll be right with you after cleaning up.”
Henceforth, unable to protest and rendered comatose by the delicious food, I plop down on the couch. Nestled into the corner, I have a proper view of the man who’s claimed my kitchen for himself.
Although it’s an intrusion to a certain degree, it’s quite soothing to watch Jaebeom defy classic gender roles. Contently humming a song and barely shy of skipping, he cleans up the mess with a tea towel tucked into the side of his pants. 
When he’s done, he hangs the tea towel over the stove’s handle, washes his hands, and settles down next to me. On a whim, though it’s maybe because of instinct, I get up from my little corner and nestle against him. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer as I drape my leg over his thigh to get into a more comfortable position.
Situated snugly in his safe presence, I close my eyes and sigh in pure content. “Can you stay here tonight?”
“Are you sure? Don’t you want to be alone and rest?” he murmurs into my hair.
“I can recharge with you. Besides, you’re nice and warm.” I snuggle up to him more, basking in the mixture of wild wood and cologne. “A perfect pillow.”
He pulls me on his lap, wraps his arms around my body and pulls me flush against his chest, which feels sculpted but not hard with muscle. Abs are nice and all, but I prefer the softness of a defined though not hardened chest. 
“If it brings you rest,” he curls his finger under my chin and lifts it, compelling me to look at him, “I’ll stay.”
I run my fingers along his jaw and up to his ear, immediately reducing him to the puppy-like state he tends to get into apparently when being touched like this. “Thank you.”
“My pl- pleasure.” What would have been a normal response is lost in a growl when I accidentally brush against his crotch as I shift my weight and sit up a little.
His eyes snap open, the hazelnut brown and ocean blue irises darkened, devoid of any sense of their former satisfied tenderness. With his thumb he traces the outline of my lips, lowly purring. “Pretty.”
“Jaebeom,” I place my hands on his shoulders, maintaining a bit of distance between us. We shouldn’t rush this, but the sensation of his growing bulge against my thigh, throbbing against the inside of it, convolutes every thought. Somehow, his scent seems to have gotten stronger too, overwhelming me with the same clear message the firm grip on my hips has. 
I don’t push him back as he leans in, bridging the emptiness I initiated. Foreheads rested against each other and his calloused hands on my cheeks, he guesses what’s essentially withholding me. “Scared?”
“A bit,” I whimper against his palm, the words muffled by the rough warm skin.
“It’s me, Y/N. I won’t hurt you.” Feverish yet sweetly with persuasive conviction, he kisses me. “I’m your gentleman, your boyfriend.”
“I’m afraid it’ll hurt. That we’re going too fast.”
“We’re not. I want this. I want more of you. With you. But,’’ lips pulled into a straight line, he clears his throat while looking as if he is restraining a wild beast that can easily get the better of him if he lets go, ‘’I’ll leave it up to you.”
So, what you’re asking is… 
Jaebeom takes a deep breath to regain his composure, though it has little effect. His breathing remains heavy, close to panting. Nevertheless, the gentle stars return to his eyes as the strained expression softens. “Will you have me?”
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badassbutterfly1987 · 2 years
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Reviewing various Dresden Files ships part 2
More ships have been brought to my attention.
1. Molly/Ramirez: Cute, both in canon and fic. I like it but only as a pre-Cold Days thing. 7/10
2. Butters/Andi/Marci: Hey, if Butters is crushing on two awesome werewolf girls and it becomes a triad then good for them. Could use more on-screen development. Don't like that canon seems to be either "Look! Butters had a threesome with hot werewolf chicks! Isn't he cool?" or "Look! Butters had a threesome with hot werewolf chicks! Isn't that funny?" 5/10 (good potential, needs work)
3. Will/Georgia: badass werewolf husband and wife. No complaints but not really my thing. 7/10 (it's fine)
4. Harry/Luccio: It exists, I guess. A little harder for me to ship them when they only became a couple because Luccio was magically manipulated into it. Also, it's hard for me not to think that Luccio could do better. Sorry, Harry. 3/10
5. Luccio/Morgan: The former teacher/student aspect makes it a little weird for me but otherwise it's fine. I find it more believable than Harry/Luccio. 6/10
6. Michael/Charity: Glad the writing improved because Grave Peril did not endear me to their relationship where Charity was just the Nagging Housewife stereotype. 8/10
7. Murphy/Thomas: I think they'd have a fun dynamic but I prefer them as surprise besties. 5/10
8. Harry/Justine: Justine seemed pretty into him in Grave Peril but I think he would feel guilty about being with his brother's girlfriend. Harry probably would struggle with her issues if it was a long-term thing. 4/10
9. Thomas/Kincaid: I am fully on board with these two having a thing in the background, partly for the hilarity of Thomas casually mentioning it and Harry being grumpy that both his brother and his friend/crush think Kincaid is good in bed. 9/10
10. Molly/Inari Raith: I think they'd be very cute girlfriends. 10/10
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