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THE BANGTAN ALPHA

To the person who requested this short story, thank you! I hope it's to your liking!

All kinks in this story have been requested and I've obeyed.

Pairing: Alpha!KimNamjoon x Omega!f!reader

Genre: fluff, smut (like mostly), strangers to lovers, werewolf AU, soulmate AU, Omegaverse

Wordcount: 9215

Summary: Desperate for a mate you beg your parents to attend the Bangtan Gathering in hopes of finding one. Never did you expect to run into the Alpha of Alpha’s: Kim Namjoon of the Bangtan Clan…

Warnings: God there are so many I will probably forget some sorry - swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, knotting, breeding kink, virgin reader, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, fingering, size kink, oral (f receiving), a LOT of dirty talk, pregnancy/impregnation kink, possessive!Namjoon, praising, mating, marking

'What's wrong dear?' mom asked you.

'Nothing,' you lied as you quickly put your phone away.

Mom pressed her lips together and sighed.

'You saw Nabi's photo right?' she asked you. You knew there was no use lying. She could smell the sadness on you anyways.

'She's having twins,' you said jealous, your throat feeling like a lump had gotten stuck in it.

Mom got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around you in a comforting hug as you tried to hold back the tears.

'Your time will come,' she said soothingly. But her words didn't do anything for you.

Anytime you checked your social media feed there was always someone posting about how they finally got mated, or how they were with pups. You were sure you were the last one in your age group in your city to not have been mated.

'I doubt it,' you scoffed, trying hard to blink away the tears.

'Come on honey, I'm sure you will find your mate soon,' Mom said petting your hair as a way of comfort.

'What is she crying about this time?' your youngest brother growled as he walked into the dining room.

Your emotions got the better of you and you jumped up in rage.

'You have no idea what it's like being an omega! How hard it is!' you spat at him, your eyes filling with angry tears.

'Nope, I don't,' your brother simply shrugged, not caring at all.

Even though you were the oldest and only daughter of your family, all your younger brothers were born either Beta's or Delta's, which caused quite some friction between your family most of the time. You were the only Omega. And it sucked.

'Do you know what it's like seeing all your friends being mated or having their first pups? Have to watch their happy family pictures? Their new lives of freedom and love with their new packs? While I'm still fucking stuck here with 8 dimwits younger brothers who still somehow managed to be born Delta's or Beta's?!' you cried.

'Jeez are you in heat or something?' your youngest brother rolled his eyes at you.

You snapped.

The wolf inside you broke out and you instantly shifted, baring your teeth and charing at your youngest brother.

But your paws had barely touched the ground when another large grey wolf appeared in front of you. He growled. You skidded and came to a halt.

Your father, in his grey wolf form, stared you down angrily. You knew you had gone too far. Your tail instantly sagged between your legs and you lay down on the ground on your belly, averting your eyes and showing my submission.

Dad growled at you. It was clear, "we will talk about your punishment later" growl.

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After being verbally smacked around the ears by your Alpha father and washing up, you went up to your bedroom, emotionally exhausted and ready for bed.

But when you passed your parent's bedroom you heard something that piqued your interest. You stopped and listened.

'But don't you understand dear? She's lonely! She feels left out. She's been of age for years and she still hasn't found a mate. How would you feel if you had to go to your heat alone every time, for years on end, with 8 brothers beneath you?' your mom spoke to your dad.

'I get that it's awkward for her, and I get that's she's having a hard time. But I can't let her shift and charge at her brother and get away with it,' dad objected.

'Oh, bullshit. You let the boys fight each other all the time without interference or punishment,' Mom said annoyed.

'That's because they're boys and Delta's and Beta's. We can't have our Omega daughter be known as someone who attacks Delta's or Beta's, even if they're her brothers and even if they deserve it, and even if she's older than them. I mean, who would want to mate her if they'd know she was this defiant?' dad explained.

Mom sighed.

'Fine, but I think it's time we send her to a gathering again,' she said after a short silence.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest at her words.

This time it was your dad's turn to sigh.

'Honey we've talked about this. She's been to thirteen gatherings in the past year. Thirteen! And still no mate! We won't be doing her a favor by sending her out again and having her come back unmated again. It'll only be discouraging,' dad sighed.

'But what if she doesn't come back unmated?' mom pleaded.

Dad scoffed. 'Honey, there aren't any new gatherings left for her to go to. She's been to all of them this year,'

'Well,' mom said slowly.

You were holding your breath. It sounded like your mom was finally going to ask permission for the favor you had asked her about a few weeks back.

'There is one... that she hasn't been to...' mom said carefully.

'If you're talking about the Bangtan gathering, forget it,' Dad said sharply.

Your muscles tensed up at his words.

'But honey,' mom started, but dad interrupted her.

'No. No, I won't allow it. I won't let my daughter go to a gathering with a pack that has seven Alphas in it. Seven Alphas!? Unmated too! How is that even legal? How have they not torn each other to shreds yet? No. No, it's far too dangerous. I will not let my daughter be mated with a man who is part of a pack with 6 other Alphas,' dad refused.

Your heart sank. It had been your last chance. Your last hope...

But now...

'Oh bullshit,' your mother said suddenly fierce.

Your ears instantly perked up.

'Excuse me?' dad said in his most Alpha tone.

'Bullshit!' mom repeated. 'Bullshit that it's too dangerous. If Y/n would be safe anywhere it is in a pack with seven alpha's who can all protect her and have a true mate of their own. The only reason you don't want it is because it'll mean you'll have to deal with not one but seven Alphas,' mom hissed. 'And how is that different from all the other gatherings she's been to before? There were at least 50 Alphas at each one of them,'

Dad growled annoyed.

'My dear, just let her go. Give her this one last chance to find her mate before she has to wait for another year again,' your mom pleaded.

'But what if she comes back unmated again?' your dad's voice was soft now. Concerned. 'Will she be able to handle the disappointment?'

'Not letting her go will leave her unmated either way. What's the difference?' mom said irritated.

'I just don't want my girl to get hurt,' dad sighed.

'I won't' you blurted out. The words had been spoken before you could stop them. You threw all care out of the window and went for it, opening the door and stepping inside their room, trying to look as strong as you could.

'I won't get hurt if I come back unmated. At least then I'd have tried everything right? Then waiting another year wouldn't be too bad, it might even be easier,' you lied.

Dad bit his lip. 'I don't know dear,' he hesitated.

'Please dad?' you begged him.

Dad's eyes went from you to your mother and back again. There was clear doubt in his eyes.

Then he sighed again.

'Fine. You can go to the Bangtan gathering,' he said defeated by his own Omega and Omega daughter.

XXXXXXXXXX

The gathering was similar to human mixers. Wolves of all ranks from all over the country would go there to find their mates. With human mixers, one would often go to a restaurant to eat and talk with each other. It would only last one day or evening and would often support small groups. Wolf gatherings however often consisted of 25 to 100 wolves which would gather at a completely rented out hotel. It would start around noon and all of the wolves would meet in the conference room. Most would dress up as nicely as they could, for who would know if you'd actually find your lifemate. Some people would just be there to find someone to spend their next heat or rut with. Others would find their mate. And for those, the stay at the hotel would sometimes last up to a week...

It was quite a drive from your home to the hotel where the gathering would take place. When you arrived most of the hallway was full of other Omega's. Alpha's always had to arrive a day before and would be confined to their top floor rooms to make sure no fights would break out. Omegas would arrive the day after early in the morning and would only go up to their rooms to dump their luggage and get themselves ready before going in that noon.

You could count at least 43 Omega's in the lobby. All of them looked quite a bit younger than you...

And what was it with their appearances? How could they all look like supermodels? With long legs, shapely hips and bosoms, and big eyes.

You felt uncomfortable next to them. They looked like their bodies were designed to catch.

And then there was you.

Small, thin, and with few roundings in either the back or the front.

"It's all about the scent, not about the looks" you tried to assure yourself nervously.

'Aren't you Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan?' a voice suddenly asked you.

You turned around to see a tall girl squinting down at you.

'Eh,' you said, not sure how to reply.

'You have seven younger brothers right?' she continued.

'Right,' you nodded, feeling a bit agitated that she seemed to know me though you didn't know her.

'Ah. Yes, I thought I recognized you. You were in my older sister's class, Soo-jin is her name. I thought you would've been mated by now since my sister has been mated for years already,' the girl said carelessly.

'Good for her,' you said trying to sound nice as her words felt like a dagger in you.

'Yes, she's currently on her second catch of twins you know,' the girl said proudly.

You tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. Having twins was one of the most admirable and enviable things in our society as it showed fertility and a strong bloodline.

'Anyway, why haven't you mated yet? Just didn't find the right one or did you hold out for the Bangtan pack?' she continued shamelessly.

'Hold out...?' you puffed incredulously.

'Honestly, you wouldn't be the first one to do so. I've heard loads of girls not going to other gatherings because they were desperate to get mated with one of the Bangtan pack. Of course, I'm not one of them.' She said quickly flicking her hair over her shoulder.

'Why are they desperate to get mated to the Bangtan pack?' you asked surprised. You knew the Bangtang gathering was one of the most popular and well-visited ones of the year, but you didn't know about the popularity of the Bangtan pack itself.

The girl laughed.

'Uhm duh, because they're all hot as fuck, they're all rich as fuck, and they're all Alphas. Of course the Alpha of the Alpha's, Kim Namjoon, is the most wanted,' the girl said fluttering her long eyelashes. 'And if you gotta believe the stories of the girl they share their ruts with,' the girl shook her head and whistled between her teeth before smiling lustfully. 'Those stories are almost enough to start your heat,'

'So none of them are mated yet?' You asked surprised. Surely you had expected them when being so popular to be mated already.

The girl shook her head, her eyes glinting.

'Nope, it is said they only hold these gatherings to find girls to share their ruts with. Some say they don't want to be mated at all. But imagine, what if they suddenly realize they're your mate?! Imagine being so lucky as to carry their pups,' she said sighing deeply, her cheeks flushing slightly.

'Who are you talking about?' Another girl asked catching the end of your conversation.

'Bangtan pack,' the first girl said dreamily.

'Oh my god, yes! You know I skipped most gatherings to go to this one. Imagine being mated to Jimin!' The second girl exclaimed lustfully.

'Jimin? I'd rather have Taehyung, I've heard his voice sounds like a lion growling,' another girl said sighing deeply.

More and more girls started joining in the conversation.

They were talking about the Bangtan Pack as if they were some kind of celebrity group. And apparently, they kind of were to young Omegas.

The name I heard most was that of Kim Namjoon. He was supposed to be the Alpha of the Alpha group. He was also the tallest and according to some the hottest. But that was very much a point of debate.

You felt overwhelmed. It was clear to you now why the Bangtan gathering was so incredibly popular. You could imagine the Omegas being drawn in by the allure of the famous Bangtan-All-Alphas pack. This in turn would draw in many other Alphas as well, wanting a piece of the action.

But honestly, you didn't care much for the Bangtan pack in particular. It was interesting how they could manage to be an all-Alphas pack without killing each other, you had to admit that. But the way the girls talked about them made it clear to you that none of them stood a chance since all they were interested in were rut mates.

You did think it interesting to hear how much knowledge the girls had of the Bangtan pack even though none of them had ever met them. And the rumors that were going around... They were... spicy to say the least.

But you were just here in desperate want for a mate. And you were determined not to spend another agonizing heat alone nor another year of having to swipe through pictures of happily mated couples with their families.

Even though you knew very well that you couldn't just choose your mate.

It either happened...

Or it didn't...

XXXXXXXXXX

While you were getting ready in your room, the Bangtan pack was eagerly waiting together in their room.

Hoseok stuck his nose in the air and took a deep breath.

'Hmm I can smell them from here,' he said eagerly. The smell of the Omegas down in the hall was exciting to them.

'Bet I'll have one at my feet within 20 minutes,' Junkook said pacing up and down the floor.

'I was thinking of trying to get two at once this time,' Jimin said excitedly.

'Calm down boys,' the leader Alpha commanded. They all scowled but did as their leader said. 'If you continue talking like that you might incite your own rut,' Namjoon stated.

'I just hope to find my mate,' Taehyung said softly as he stared out of the window. All boys laughed at him.

'What?! Just because you're all in it for the sex doesn't mean I have to be. I just feel like I'm ready to settle down you know. Mate an Omega, have some pups. Five would be nice,' he said staring dreamily into the distance.

Namjoon scoffed, as did the other guys. None of them had an ounce of romance in their bodies. Especially the leader Namjoon. Because he was a rare dominant Alpha, most Omegas would instantly swoon at the scent of him. It wasn't unusual that simply his presence was enough to incite an Omegas heat. It was easy for him to get any girl he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And he loved it. Even though he had a breeding and daddy kink, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be a dad yet. Or ever for that matter.

Namjoon checked his watch.

'They'll almost be going in, guys. Remember, we will be going in later to give all of them a fair shot to get mated first before we,' Namjoon didn't get to finish his sentence as Yoongi interrupted him.

'Before we come in and make them soak their panties with slick and heat?' Yoongi grinned.

'Yoongi,' Namjoon said in a reprimanding tone, but he grinned too.

'Remember the other rules guys,' Namjoon continued in a more serious tone.

'No taking Omegas in their heat,' Jimin said rolling his eyes.

'Getting out as soon as we feel a rut coming,' Jin called out the second rule.

'No knotting unless you're mated,' Yoongi scowled.

'Make sure to ask for consent and check if they're on birth control,' Jungkook said pointedly.

Namjoon nodded at his pack.

Meanwhile, you had arrived in the conference room. You had decided to wear a black satin slip-on dress, which you hoped would be a slip-off dress by the end of the night...

You had also worn your hair up, a tip from your mom as to expose your scent glands as much as possible.

Alphas had finally started arriving and you could instantly see some of them find their mates within seconds. You had seen it happen so many times.

They would enter the room with their noses in the air. Sniffing out the alluring scent they had noticed and following it straight to the Omega. They would smile broadly at each other as they found each other and after a short introduction, they would be off, back to their hotel rooms together...

But this only happened to at most a quarter of the wolfs attending. Most wouldn't find their mate and instead would simply mingle, hoping to find a rut or heat mate or sometimes just to make some new friends.

You kept yourself apart from the talking and laughing groups of people. Hoping anxiously that it would help to keep your scent as pure as possible so that, if your possible mate was here, they couldn't miss it.

As the time ticked by and no more new people seemed to be entering the room, you grew hopeless again. More and more couples were leaving, either as mates or as friends.

You could feel the pain in your heart grow deeper and deeper as you stared out of the window at the sun getting lower and lower. It seemed like another failed gathering. Which would mean another year of agonizing heats, and hearing families talk proudly about their new catch.

Tears started to well up in your eyes as the hopelessness consumed you.

But a sudden chatter drew your attention and you turned around curiously.

'I heard they'll be coming down now,' a girl said.

'Finally! What took them so long? It's been hours,' another girl said.

And indeed the Bangtan pack was on its way down. All seven of them ran down the stairs, whooping and yelling, getting themselves riled up for the hunt they were about to undertake.

Namjoon could feel his wolf being awakened as the strong smell of a room full of Omegas entered his nostrils. It excited him. It excited all of them.

And suddenly he smelt it.

I very peculiar and hypnotizing scent set his wolf on high alert. He could feel a tingle down his spine as he ran to the door of the conference room, followed by his shouting and laughing companions.

All seven of them burst into the room excitedly and many Omega's started screaming as if they were fangirls watching their favorite celebrities pass by.

Suddenly you caught a strong whiff of a scent that seemed to light a fire in your lower belly. But before you could react to it, or before you could stand on your tiptoes to see what you expected to be the Bangtan pack bursting in, a man stepped in front of you. He was small and wore a crinkled suit.

'Hi, I'm Jack,' he said friendly. His scent somehow seemed off and it was clear to you that he wasn't an Alpha, nor your mate.

'Hi,' you spoke warily, not actually wanting to make conversation as you were sure he wasn't your mate. Besides, that scent... Not his, but another scent... the one that, it that fire in you.

Namjoons mind was racing as he followed his nose to that hypnotizing scent. His wolf was screaming at him to follow it and he was curious to see where it would lead him. Never before had he smelled something so... alluring.

He passed a few tables when...

There it was, the source of the smell.

He could see a small thin girl in a black satin slip-on dress, with her hair in a casual low bun. Her neck beautiful pale neck was exposed...

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

A princess, a goddess an angel.

For a second Namjoon imagined himself walking over to her, taking her into his arms and digging his teeth into her neck deeply, marking her.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

What the hell was he thinking?

Then suddenly he noticed the man that was talking to her. Clearly a Delta. He was holding his hand out for her to shake.

Namjoon could see the clear doubt in her eyes, your eyes. The wolf in him instantly woke again. It roared angrily. How dared that man touch his Omega? How dare he make you feel uncomfortable?

The frenzy overtook him and he charged, growling loudly. All of the other Alpha's in his pack instantly noticed and stopped what they were doing. Within seconds they had sped over, but it was already too late.

Namjoon was sitting on top of the Delta he had toppled over, punching him in the face with all his might. It took all six of the other Alphas in his pack to pull him off.

'NAMJOON!' Yoongi called at him. 'Namjoon!' he repeated, this time slapping Namjoon in the face. Namjoon who was just seconds ago all arms and legs trying his hardest to get loose from the grip of his pack members, desperate to hurt the Delta more, was now turned to Yoongi.

'NAMJOON CALM THE FUCK DOWN! WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!' Yoongi growled at him. The wolf in Namjoon was still on high alert, but Yoongi's voice pulled him slightly back to earth.

Namjoon looked at the bleeding Delta on the ground. He stopped struggling and the six-pack members let go of him.

'GET OUT!' Namjoon growled at the bleeding Delta. The Delta was all too happy to instantly leave the room.

'Where is she?' Namjoon muttered more to himself, his jaws still clenched in anger. He spun around wildly as his friends were still on high alert, ready to grab Namjoon again immediately if needed.

But then he spotted you. You had cowered back into the corner of the nearest windowsill. If you had been in wolf form, your tail would've been between your legs and your ears flat against your head. But you were still human, which meant you were simply trembling on your feet, praying your knees wouldn't give out.

As soon as Namjoon spotted you his wolf calmed down. You were unharmed and untouched.

He took a few steps closer to you. The scent that had lit the fire in your lower parts was growing stronger. It was clear now it was coming from him. The Alpha of the Alpha pack.

But you were too scared.

You pressed your back against the cold glass wall as you watched the tall, broad, and muscled man inch closer to you.

Finally, your knees gave out and you sank down, your wolf making you whimper in submission.

Namjoons heart melted as he watched you cower and whimper in the corner.

'Are you okay baby?' he spoke in his husky low voice. Your scent intoxicated him and he wanted nothing more than to take your shivering silhouette into his arms.

The use of the pet name and his soft words took you by surprise. Still trembling like a chihuahua you slowly nodded in response.

Namjoon stuck out his hand to you.

'Let me help you up,' he said softly. The sound of his voice was so mesmerizing. You weren't sure if it was his voice alone, or his intoxicating scent, or maybe just the fact that he was a dominant Alpha, but you couldn't help but obey him.

You didn't even care that him touching you like that would make him scent you. You wanted him to scent you. You wanted to drown in the smell of him.

Carefully Namjoon helped you up.

'You're shivering' he stated worriedly. He quickly took off his jacket and put it around your bare shoulders. 'There,'

In the background, the six other pack members exchanged incredulous looks with each other. Had it really happened? To their leader even. Or was this a new weird tactic Namjoon hadn't told them about to lure in Omegas?

You looked around you. The whole of the conference room was looking at you and Namjoon breathlessly. You felt embarrassed and scared, unsure of what the hell had just happened, and still with that sizzling fire in you.

Namjoon noticed the change in your mood and looked up too. He too noticed all attendees staring at the two of you.

'Let's get some fresh air for a bit,' he quickly whispered into your ear. The proximity of his nose to your neck made his chest swell up and there was a second in which he had to fight the insane urge of marking you again.

The feeling of his hot breath on your ear and the scent of him made you unable to refuse him. Meekly you followed him as he guided you to the exit.

XXXXXXXXXX

Once outside Namjoon took you into the hotel gardens.

The fresh air and scent of the trees and earth helped you calm down a lot. However, the scent of him so close next to you, his jacket around your shoulders drenched in it...

While the panic was subsiding the fire in you started to rise slowly.

'Let's sit here,' Namjoon said, gesturing to a nearby bench.

You obeyed and he came to sit down next to you.

You didn't dare to make eye contact, let alone look at him, so you looked at your feet instead.

'What's your name?' Namjoon asked huskily. His voice wasn't helping the fire die down either...

'Lee Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan,' You answered.

'Hmm,' Namjoon sounded, his chest rumbling so deep that the bench seemed to vibrate beneath you.

'I'm Kim Namjoon from the Bangtan pack,' Namjoon introduced himself politely.

'I know,' you whispered. It had been clear to you from the moment he had walked in. His dominant Alpha aura and his scent were impossible to miss. The description the girls had given of him this morning had been accurate. To you, he indeed was the most handsome one in the pack.

For the first time in his life, Namjoon felt awkward. Your scent was so overwhelming to him now that you two were alone. The wolf inside him was screaming, crying, and clawing at him to hold you, touch you, kiss you, mark you, mate you...

But the sensation of it all had been so unexpected. Unwanted even. He was confused and in denial.

'So erm,' Namjoon started, unsure of where he was going with his sentence but desperate to keep talking to distract his wolf.

'So erm, what were you here for?' He asked. He wanted to punch himself in the face. Why on earth would anyone ask that? An Omega was at a gathering for only two reasons: find a mate or find a heat partner.

While cursing himself out silently he heard your soft voice answer.

'I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that?' he apologized.

You mumbled your answer again.

Your mumbling warmed his heart. It sounded cute and shy.

'You gotta speak up baby,' Namjoon said and unable to help himself he put his finger under your chin and directed your face to look at him.

Looking at you from up close made his heart skip a beat. Your soft skin, your perfectly shaped eyes, nose, and mouth. He wanted to look at that face for the rest of the time. To plant kisses on those pink cheeks and rose lips...

'I'm looking for a mate,' you admitted breathlessly. His stunning face silenced you. His dark almond eyes, his rounded cheeks, full soft-looking lips. You could feel the heat rising in you. This was bad. Very very bad. You shouldn't be having your heat right now. You had already been through one recently so it was extremely off-cycle.

Your words made Namjoon freeze, his finger still underneath your chin. His wolf was still clawing at him. He could smell it now. Your heat firing up. The slick that had formed between your legs. His wolf roared. He wanted to mate your right now. Dig his teeth into your neck. Thrust his cock into you, knot you, and unload himself over and over into you, until you'd catch.

His pants had become far too tight around his dick, which had grown into a fullfledged raging boner. His wolf roared louder and louder.

But he had locked his muscles in place. Frozen. Trying desperately to get a grip on the situation while your words echoed in his head:

"I'm looking for a mate,"

Namjoons wolf answered.

"You've found him,"

But Namjoon kept his jaws locked as he stared into your eyes.

And you stared back into his.

Meanwhile, you were falling deeper and deeper into your heat as you looked at him, smelled him.

Suddenly blind panic overtook Namjoon's mind.

'Good luck. Go straight back to your room,' he heard himself speak. His fingers slipped away from under your chin as he turned his back onto you.

Even though your heat was begging you to jump his bones, Namjoon's Alpha order weighed stronger than anything, causing you to stand up on wobbly legs. You could feel your drenched panties stick to your burning crotch while your legs moved on their own, walking you back to the hotel, leaving a heaving Namjoon behind.

As the distance between the two of you grew, Namjoon's mind started to become a little clearer. But instead of feeling better, as he had expected he only started to feel worse. The smell of you lessened and his wolf started crying and whimpering loudly for it.

You had disappeared out of his sight and entered the lobby. Your legs barely able to carry you but still executing the Alpha's order. As the elevator doors closed and you pressed the button it felt like your insides shattered. Your legs finally gave out as you dropped to the floor. The only thing you could think of was Namjoon's face. His scent that you were still carrying around your shoulders. But he was far away now. Too far away. And for some reason, it hurt.

And it hurt him too. It felt as if when you left him, a piece of his soul got ripped away from him. He felt incomplete. Empty. Agonizing.

Then he heard it. Even though soft and far away, he could hear your broken-hearted sobs in the elevator as it went up.

He snapped. Fuck not being ready for being a dad, he was ready. More than ready. Completely and utterly ready to tie himself down forever. As long as it was with you.

He had lied to himself. He could never send you away. Never leave your side. Never be without you.

Namjoon flew up, and raced into the hotel, running to the stairs as he followed your scent and sobs up as you went up in the elevator. He needed you. He needed to be with you. Needed your scent, your touch, your everything.

Panting he ran up the stairs until he finally heard the ding that notified him of the arrival of the elevator. He kicked open the door that led to the hallway and immediately noticed you on the floor in the elevator, which doors were opened.

Within seconds he was next to you, throwing all care completely out of the window and scooping you up from the ground into his strong arms.

'I'm sorry. I got you now baby. I'm sorry. I got you. I got you baby,' he coed into your ear as he pressed you close against his body.

You looked up into his dark and beautiful eyes. It was clear now. He was your mate.

And you were his.

XXXXXXXXXX

As Namjoon carried you to his room, you could feel his chest heaving as his breath got heavier and heavier.Not because carrying you took him a lot of effort, as he had carried grocery bags that had felt heavier than you. No, it was because of what you did to him. What your scent did to him. What your touch did to him.

There was no way he could hide the ever-growing massive boner in his pants. Nor could you hide your heat rising inside of you. Your panties getting drenched in your wet slick.By the time the both of you arrived in his room, your eyes were only half-open, your throat was dry and your cheeks were flushed. Namjoon softly placed you on the bed, but when he tried to get up you grabbed the front of his shirt, keeping him bend over you.'Don't leave,' you whispered, your voice slightly raspy. 'If I don't lock myself in the bathroom I will mate you,' Namjoon growled with clenched teeth, fighting hard to keep his wolf down.

'I want you to,' you breathed.Namjoons fingers curled.'You're in heat, you don't know what you're doing,' he said, gritting his teeth.'I do,' You mewed.'You don't even know me,' Namjoon tried one last time, only barely able to hold back now. 'Namjoon, mate me,' you purred, clenching the front of his shirt between your fingers.

Your words broke him. There was no way he could ever hold back now. No way he could hold any of it in.

He roared as he dove on top of you, planting kisses on every piece of bare skin he could find. You tangled your fingers into his hair as he licked every inch of you.

He pulled down the top of your dress, exposing your braless breasts. Namjoon groaned in agony at the sight of them. His large hands could easily cup your breast entirely and he tugged, twisted, and softly bit into your nipples. The feeling of it drove you insane.

'God your tits are so perfect,' he growled in your ear. You could feel him grinding his clothed hips into your side as he sucked on your nipples. You let out a long and high-pitched moan which made Namjoon's member twitch. He used his free hand to find the hem of your dress, pulling it up and starting to massage your inner tighs.Namjoon pulled his mouth from your nipple and smashed his lips into yours. His lips felt soft, warm, and wet. His sweet taste was almost addictive.

He parted his lips slightly more and let his tongue glide over your lips. You opened your mouth slightly to let him in.

Your tongues intertwined and the taste of him made electricity shoot through your body.

'Oh baby,' Namjoon groaned as he felt you twitch underneath him.He let his hand slide up in between your tighs, dragging a finger over your soaked panties.'You're such a good girl. All wet for me,' he hummed in your ear. Good shivers went down your spine.

'Hmm, you like that don't you baby? You like it when daddy talks dirty to you?' his low voice tickled your ear.'Yes,' you moaned.'Yes, what?' Namjoon growled as he softly pinched your clit. You moaned in ecstasy.'Yes daddy,' you purred.'That's my baby,' he said licking the soft spot beneath your ear. Namjoon suddenly tugged harshly at your panties, pulling them down in one movement and throwing them on the ground. 'You want daddy to satisfy his baby girl?' he whispered, kissing you again.'Please daddy,' you groaned onto his lips. You could feel his lips twist into a smile as he kissed you deeply before breaking the kiss and crawling down, between your legs.

You could feel his tongue lick from your slit to your pearl.'You're slick is so fucking sweet,' Namjoon groaned. The hot air of his words caressed your clit and made you squirm even more. He wrapped his lips around your bud and started flicking into it with his tongue and sucking it.

You were completely in ecstasy. The scent of him completely surrounding you, his hands roaming over your body, his tongue playing with your most sensitive spot.

You could feel your pussy clench around nothing and knew you needed more.'Namjoon please,' you moaned.'What is it baby?' he asked you between licks.

'Please, I need more,' you groaned.'Yeah? You need daddy to fill that tiny empty pussy of yours?' he grinned as he gave a big suck on your clit.'Please daddy,' you moaned desperately.

You could feel him shift his hands, one of his fingers now sliding up and down over your wet entrance.'Please daddy,' you repeated. He chuckled lowly and suddenly you felt the delicious feeling of pressure against your entrance. Slowly but surely Namjoon slipped his pinky finger into you.

'Fuck baby, you're so tight,' Namjoon groaned, his dick pulsing. The thought and feeling of your tight pussy around his smallest finger made him groan.

'How will daddy ever get his big knot in there if you're this tight baby?' Namjoon groaned.His dirty words made your pussy clench down even more.

'Fuck,' he moaned at the feeling of you tightening around his finger. He pulled it out and you immediately protested.'Gotta prepare you a little bit baby,' he said, before sticking his thumb into you. The size difference was clearly felt by you and you moaned happily. 'So you like it when I fill you up more huh?' Namjoon grinned. He instantly pulled out again and put his index finger and his middle finger into you. You squealed in pleasure as you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head.

'We're not done yet baby,' Namjoon coed into your ear. The dominance dripping of his words made you clench again which in turn caused him to moan again. 'You need to be able to fit at least three fingers for you to be able to fit me,' he murmured.

His two fingers were sliding in and out of you as he softly nipped at your clit. You were having the hardest time not to lose your fucking mind.

You felt so incredibly warm, wet, and soft around Namjoons's fingers that he was having the hardest time holding himself back. His wolf was screaming at him to just unleash his dick already.But he knew he needed you to get comfortable with three fingers for him to be able to fuck you in a pleasurable way.

He moved his fingers in and out of you for a while, picking up the pace slightly and spreading his two fingers slowly wider and wider until he finally felt like he could fit one more in.'You ready for number three baby?' Namjoon asked, his jaw now clenched again in an attempt to hold himself back.'Yes daddy, fill me up,' you groaned, squirming underneath him in pleasure.Grinding his teeth in anticipation, Namjoon pulled his hand back and inserted a third finger into you. The feeling of it was almost too much for you. You felt stretched, not in a painful way, but in a good way. Slowly Namjoon pushed his fingers further into you, then all of a sudden bending them.

You screamed out in pleasure. He had pressed your g-spot. Namjoon growled and started picking up the pace again, shoving his three fingers in you at an angle and pressing your g-spot hard over and over again.

'Namjoon, I'm- I'm gonna...' you moaned, squirming underneath him. 'Cum for daddy, baby. Come for me, let me taste you,' Namjoon commanded you. It was all you needed. The waves crashed over you as heat, electricity and a tingling sensation warmed your insides from your fingertips to your toes.

Namjoon sucked at your slit, making the orgasm even intenser, licking up your sweet tasting slick.

Gasping loudly, wave after wave rolled over you until Namjoon finally removed his fingers and face from your pussy.'Such a good baby girl,' he growled grinning.

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Although your orgasm was subsiding, your heat definitely wasn't. It was as if the orgasm had only thrown oil onto the fire. You wanted more. You needed more. You need him.

'Mate me,' you repeated the words you had said before, begging him almost.

But this time he was too far gone to object.

Within seconds he had taken off his shirt and pants. His hairless chest was muscular and broad, as were his arms. His legs were toned with muscles and the pink wet knob of his hard-on was poking out from under his underpants.

You could instantly see why he had been insisting on you taking his three fingers. He was bigger than any toy you had ever tried. But the sight of it didn't scare you. It only made your heat grow stronger.

'I'm yours,' you sighed as you stared at his features. He was like a real-life adonis. Never in a million years would you have dared to dream of such a handsome, stunning, and sexy mate.

'Oh baby I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow,' he growled before finally ripping of his underpants, completely revealing his massive dick.

In one smooth dive, he was back on top of you again, his tip instantly pressuring on your entrance.

'Wait, don't you want to do it traditionally?' you said quickly, a moment of clarity giving you a small window to actually think. Normally the mating would be done with the man behind the woman, literally doggy style.

Namjoon grinned at me.

'I wanna see my baby girl's face when I fuck you,' He said low, kissing your lips. You could feel the pressure on your slit increasing and slowly you could feel his massive girth sliding into you. You moaned.

'I wanna see your pretty face as you cum for me again,' Namjoon grinned as he slowly inserted himself into you. Your pussy had never been stretched this far. Luckily your slick made it bearable as he pressed on.

'I wanna see my mate's face as I knot you and fill you up with my pups,' Namjoon growled, his wolf now completely taking over. He suddenly thrust himself into you to his base. You cried out in shock as his tip deeply brushed your g-spot and then filled you up entirely.

He gave you a second to adjust before he pulled back again slightly. You groaned as the pressure against your walls lessened slightly.

Namjoon faced you again, hovering over you. His smile was dark, lustful. A sight enough to make you clench again. He bend down and kissed you passionately. You knew, were sure, that never in the rest of your life you would ever get sick of his taste.

Before you knew it he thrust his hips forward again, his dick stretching you once more. He started at a slow pace. Long deep slow strides of sliding in and out of you, your wetness making it easy for him. Every time hitting your g-spot hard and every time making you sigh deeply as you stared into his beautiful dark eyes.

But Namjoon's wolf was growing impatient. Spurring him on to pick up the pace, and so he did. Within minutes he was pounding into you harshly, looking down at your ecstasy-filled face and clenching his jaw hard.

You were totally losing it. Nothing in the world existed anymore. It was just you and him. The only thing you could feel was his magical massive dick pounding you, hitting you in all the right places. Your own wolf was howling too, begging for your own release, begging to be filled to the brim.

'Your tight pussy takes my dick so well baby,' Namjoon groaned into your neck. 'Your little cunt was made to satisfy me,'

His words made you burn and squirm as electricity ran through your veins

'Fill me,' you let slip out your thoughts in a sex-driven mind lapse.

'You want me to knot you, baby?' Namjoon growled. He bit his own lip as he started pounding you even harder and faster.

'Yes daddy!' you yelped getting completely fucked out of your mind. 'Knot me, daddy! Fill me with your pups, please!' you screamed as you dug your claws into his back, his pounding sending you over the edge.

You could feel the base of his cock swell, stretching you even further.

'I'm gonna fill you up so good baby. I will make you catch tonight. I'll make sure everyone knows your mine forever,' Namjoon growled lowly into your ear.

His words lubricated you more as you moaned loudly. You could feel his base still growing, expanding to the size that would've scared you out of your wits had you not been so far into your heat.

'I'm gonna-' Namjoon started to groan. 'I'm-I-I'm gonna cum!' he roared. He gave one hard pound, thrusting his knot fully into you. Your pussy instantly clenched down at its base as you reached your own orgasm.

You could feel his tip against your womb, could feel his hot thick cum pouring into you as you screamed his name in pleasure. At the same time, a sharp pain in your neck made you dig your nails into the sheets.

Namjoon was digging his teeth into your neck, marking you as his mate for life, while his dick still pulsed and poured more cum into you.

He softly licked the holes his teeth had made into your skin, easing the pain and healing up the small wounds.

Softly kissing you neck and whispering words you at first could hardly hear.

'I love you Y/n. I love you. I'll always love you. I'll take care of you forever,' he moaned into your neck, kissing your mark and wrapping his arms tightly around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

His knot was still stuck inside you as the last bit of his cum poured from his cock into you.

As the last few waves of your orgasm subsides you felt satisfied, stretched, and very full.

It felt so safe in his arms. Your mate's arms. The thought of it was almost surreal. You had waited so long for this. Hopedso long for this. And now it had finally happened.

And it felt better than you could've ever imagined.

'Are you comfortable baby?' Namjoon asked softly his words tickling your neck.

'Very much so,' you purred back.

'Good. It'll take a while for my knot to go down so just lean into me. Sleep if you're tired baby,' Namjoon told you, his chest vibrating nicely against you as he spoke in his low voice.

The mention of sleep suddenly made you realize how exhausted you actually were. You hummed into his chest and cuddled up closer to him. His strong big arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you against his muscular chest.

You could hear his heartbeat. Steady and rhythmic. The warmth of his body was like a nice bath. The scent of him made you feel calm, happy, at home. You were at home.

When you woke up the following morning in Namjoon's arms he was already awake. His knot had finally gone down and he was able to remove himself from you painlessly.

The both of you spend the entire day in the bedroom, cuddling and talking about everything.

< < < < < < < THREE WEEKS LATER > > > > > > >

You and Namjoon had been inseparable the past two weeks. He had met your family, and you had met his pack and his parents. Most of the time you had spent in his house, together in his bed...

The two of you had conversed till deep in the night, so much so that your throats had become hoarse of all the talking.

The markings on your neck had healed up nicely by now and you carried them around proudly and on display whenever you had to leave the house. But never his side. You would never leave his side. Nor would Namjoon ever let you get further away from his than into another room in the same house.

When you woke up one morning in Namjoon's arms you noticed him looking down at you. There was a smile on his face but his eyes... You knew from his eyes instantly that something was up.

'What's wrong?' You asked as you sat up.

'Nothing, don't worry about it,' Namjoon said kissing your forehead sweetly.

'Joon,' you moaned into his neck, cuddling up closer to him. Namjoon's dick instantly started to perk up.

'If you don't stop that now, something bad will happen,' Namjoon groaned.

'Oh, yea? What will happen daddy?' you purred into his ear, turning around and rubbing you but against his front.

Namjoon growled.

'Stop it, I just got my knot out of you again,' he groaned.

'I know, but it makes me feel so empty daddy, won't you fill me up again like you did last night?' you mewed. You knew exactly what to say to get him hard instantly.

'Stop it!' Namjoon laughed rolling away from you and almost falling out of bed. You giggled.

Namjoon got up and walked around the bed, sitting on the edge and cupping your face lovingly in his hands.

'You know I would love nothing more than to knot you and fill you up again,' he said seductively, almost inciting your heat, 'however we made a promise to visit your family again and a certain sleepy baby, that I didn't wanted to wake because she looked so beautiful, has already made us late,' he grinned.

'Fuck, I forgot,' you swore, quickly glancing at the clock. Namjoon was right, you guys were late.

The both of you hurriedly got ready, both of you having a hard time keeping your hands off of each other as you did so.

An hour later you arrived at your parent's house. Your mom and dad were waiting for you on the porch. Your brothers were probably out, patrolling the borders of the land.

As you got out of the car, you hurried over to your mom as she opened her arms for you. You gave her a big happy hug as Namjoon followed you closely and bowed to your father.

When your mom let go of you you could instantly see something was wrong. Her eyes were narrowed as she glanced you up and down. She looked at Namjoon sharply who saw her look.

'You smell it on her too right?' Namjoon said his face grimaced in pain.

'What?!' you said shocked. 'You smell what?' you could feel your heart rate rise instantly in panic.

'I smell it too alright,' your mom said, her brows slightly furrowed.

'What!? What do you smell? What's wrong with me?' you cried out, desperate to know.

'I don't know baby,' Namjoon said, his voice worried, quickly taking you into his arms and hugging you as a way of comfort.

'I know that smell all too well,' your mom said darkly. Namjoon wrapped his arms around you tighter as if he was hoping to protect you from whatever your mom would say next.

She looked from you to Namjoon, to your father, and back again to you.

Then she suddenly smiled broadly.

'Your pregnant honey,' she grinned happily.

Your heart skipped a beat. Namjoon almost squished you in his arms but you could hear him sigh in relief.

'You're sure?' he asked his voice clearly dripping with excitement.

'A thousand percent sure,' your mom nodded confidently.

Namjoon laughed happily as did your father.

'And,' your mom continued, making Namjoon hold his breath behind you again, 'judging by the thickness of the smell,' your mom paused for effect.

'It's probably twins,' she said her face positively glowing proudly.

Namjoon let out a jubilant roar as he lifted you up in the air and spun you around.

You were unable to say anything. Thick tears of happiness were streaming down your face.

'At least twins,' your mom added. 'I remember when I was pregnant with my twins, Yongbok and Hyun Jin, the smell was similar to this, although I myself couldn't smell it at first either. But what I smell on you my dear daughter,' your mom nodded knowingly, 'certainly twins at least,'

Namjoon couldn't stop laughing, the sound of his happiness filling your ears and heart alongside your own happiness.

'I gotta call my sister,' your mom said, tears in her eyes now too. 'She's gonna be so jealous when she hears my daughter has mated the Alpha of the famous Bangtan Alpha pack and is carrying his pups. Twins! At least! The bitch has been nagging me for years about how her daughter mated the Alpha of the Exo pack. HA! That'll show her, running her mouth and all,' your mom chowed out.

Your father laughed loudly, following as your mother ran into the house to make the call.

Namjoon turned you around.

Happy tears were glistening in his eyes too.

'Twins! At least,' he smiled broadly.

You couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Your heart felt like it was flying over the moon.

Namjoon crouched down to face your still flat tummy.

'Daddy's gonna be taking real good care of you little ones and your mom,' he spoke to your belly. You giggled.

He got up again and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

'I love you Y/n,' he whispered in your ear. He had said it a million times already over the past few weeks but you knew you could never ever get sick of that husky voice whispering them to you.

'And you're gonna look so fucking hot with your round pregnant belly as you carry my pups. I can hardly wait,' he added even softer.

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catchthattherian · 3 days

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Ok so I just saw this user make this post and it’s inspired me to explain my name, Bazil! (No, not my irl name but I’d like it to be- I also know it’s correctly spelled “Basil”)

I named myself after that one wolf named “Bazil” in that one StacyPlays book and Minecraft let’s play and it’s always stuck with me.. I know, the irony that it came from a WOLF.. I also made a whole wolf pack back in first or second grade and I was the “leader” (I say in quotations because there isn’t a “leader” in wolf packs) named Bazil and everyone in my class and other classes joined in.. AGAIN, THE IRONY THAT I WAS THE “LEADER” OF A WOLF PACK- (I literally was the head female in my pack in my grey wolf past life.. why didn’t I notice my alterhumanity sooner it was so obvious ToT I also don’t know what my past life name was, nor my pup’s or mate’s name, or the number of pups I had.. I just know I had pups and a mate.) Apparently the name in the books was spelled “Basil” but I just spelled it “Bazil” with a Z :p My mom actually liked the name Bazil for me when I told her about it and a looong time ago she called me it once!

Here’s Basil! I feel like I look more like Everest than Basil though :3

All images off Google!

#Yes I feel invalid for having very faint and hazy memory of my past life #how’dyou know?#therian #alterhuman #therian things #cladotherian #therianthropy

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sapporo-division · 9 months

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💯 for all three!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know

He has a pet grey wolf. When he was a child, Yuki was in England and found a stray pup left alone on the streets and apparently it was escaped from the zoo. He told his mom that he could keep the pup so the mom pays the zoo keeper 1M euro for adoption. His pet wolf name is “Blanc” (the mom thought it was a regular puppy)

If people asked him what was his most memorable childhood, he would only mentioned he has 8 siblings and nothing else.....he didn’t remember anything so memorable throughout his childhood as his dad left overseas for work over 20 years and rarely visits home while his mom dedicate herself to work a lot in Chuuoku and barely shows love to her own children

From where he lives, his home is a luxurious modern apartment that is on the highest top floor and owns 2 vehicles: one is a normal car and the other is a limousine. yes this man is loaded

Iwao doesn’t remove his gloves in public because he hides few scars all over his hands by a certain someone in the past

When he was traveling around Japan and Europe, he met some famous magicians and became either friends, rivals or acquainted. Some of them he used to date but it didn’t went well as they thought but he wouldn’t want to gloat about it unless someone wanted to know his previous love life~

He enjoys watching western cartoon shows and has a bunch of dvds of them that one of the children from the hospital recommended him. Of course he wouldn’t tell his teammates about his interest or they’ll think he’s weird

During work days, every time he clutch his green scarf and chanting to himself “you are loser but you’ll be alright” before he was assigned Yoichi to investigate or interview for the newspaper. That green scarf was actually belongs to his late dad that he gave to Yoichi before his passing

He usually stays in his room doing his own thing but what people didn’t know that he has another hobby of developing a VR video games and one of his games are quiet popular

Yoichi suffers 2 split personality disorder ever since his childhood and none of his teammates nor his family wasn’t aware. Apparently he doesn’t know either how got himself DID (dissociative Identity disorder) but he thinks that it has something to do with the time he was bullied

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #oc division #sapporo division #polar knights #yuki kuraokami #iwao masuda #yoichi shujo #ask game #sheesh some of these facts are bit angsty

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that-one-enby-onyx · 8 months

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A Gift

Moss couldn't help but pace anxiously in the waiting room, the anguished cries of their wife ringing in their ears as they waited. Lily was in pain but... she was only that way because she wasn't bringing their beautiful twins into the world. Hopefully the good luck that they had given her over their years of knowing each other would hold strong.

They were stressed, to state it simply. 35 weeks, their kits weren't supposed to be here yet. Or would they be pups? The suspense was almost too much for the caxy to handle, but knowing that their beloved wife could be in danger was worse. The wolf was strong, Moss knew it, but childbirth was a laborious (ha!) task and not every mother made it out.

Davina's hand on their shoulder was all it took to remind them to breathe, the older caxy always having their back. "Take deep breaths, sweetheart. Lily will be fine, she's strong." Moss had to take a moment to concentrate on breathing before they could respond, and while it did worry their mom a little, she was glad to see them taking her advice and calming themselves down.

"Yeah, I know Mama... she just sounds like she's in so much pain. I can't even be there with her, hospital rules." They moved to sit next to the door to Lily's room, their knees tucked against their chest as they made themselves small. Their paws lifted to cover their ears and block out the sounds of their beloved in pain, and Davina could suddenly see the same kid she'd picked up from the group home all those years ago in them.

A different kind of wail suddenly pierced their ears and they shot up, peeking through the window that separated them from Lily. Oh, oh wow... that was their daughter, crying out... healthy and alive. Their baby girl was okay... but Lily still wasn't done, there was one more beautiful kit... or pup... to be brought into the world. They frantically turned to the nearest nurse.

"Can I go in there? My daughter, she was just born. I want to hold her." A single nod from the frazzled nurse they'd practically just assaulted was all it took for them to pull on a gown and rush into the room with Lily and their daughter. They'd waited so patiently, and now that they could properly see the wonderful grey-green kit that Lily had brought into this world, their eyes were filling with tears.

When the doctor recognized that Moss was the 'father', so to speak, she handed their daughter over to them and showed them how to properly hold her, talking quietly about her weight and how strong she seemed to be already. All they could think was that their kid was so wonderful already... she'd grow into a wonderful caxy, another of a rare but beautiful breed. Oh, they could not be more proud.

Another piercing wail hit their ears and as they turned around, they realized that this one had come from their son, born just a few minutes after his sister. He seemed to be even bigger than she was, but his cries were quieter and less attention grabbing. Oh, the way his fur shone in the light, almost identical to his sister's... they were both stunning, adorable little ones who were already warming their dad's heart.

Once both little kits were cleaned up, they were handed over to Lily who cooed softly at them both before she lifted her head to look at Moss. "What should their names be, dear? I can already tell who they both take after..." her soft chuckle was music to her partner's ears as they thought about it for a moment and came across the perfect names. "I know..."

"Rose Davina Seltz-Padora and Spirit David Seltz-Padora."

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A special mention to @caxycreations! Davina belongs to them, and so does the universe that Moss and Lily come from. I hope you enjoy, Davi.

#short story #furry oc #happy ending

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alleyskywalker · 1 year

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WIP words meme

Thank you for the tag @salty-wench!

My words: hands | smile | spoil | fond | different (apparently I don’t have a WIP with “spoil” atm??)

No one will find him and take it upon themselves to hold him and murmur comforting, sweet nonsense against his temple, and help him out of his jerkin when his hands shake too much to handle the laces. Certainly no one Theon would welcome it from. He will be alone. (Throbb. Execution AU)

He smiles the way Balthazar has seen the young masters smile at the young laundresses when they catch them with their stays loose on a hot day – but with none of their innocent, self-conscious embarrassment. Mercutio Escalus has no shame, and Balthazar should have known that from the day he caught him with the stableboy in broad daylight when Mercutio had just turned thirteen. (Balthazar/Romeo)

He remembers the wolf as a pup, a ball of fur curled up in Robb’s lap, a curious little thing, always nuzzling against Theon’s ankles.The other direwolves had been mostly indifferent to him, as they were to most other members of the household, but Grey Wind had seemed fond of Theon, as much as a wolf can be, at least. ("Poly AU")

Until the second time. The second time had only been a few days later, but hopelessly different. Robb’s cheeks were wet with tears, and he’d been forcing down sobs instead of laughter. ("Poly AU")

Your words: kiss | gentle | dark | touch | laugh

Tagging: @team-mom-wannabe @wexpyke @mildredmost @lycorim @salty-wench @samshinechester @mynameisemma

#emma just pretend the words are in russian lol #writing #meme #op

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el-pollo-gigantes · 2 years

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testingforhope · 8 months

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Chapter 7 - A New Friend

Hysteria woke up with a start. When did I fall asleep? She thought as got dressed into her adventuring clothes which consisted of a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, and tan khakis, all accessorised with an assortment of random junk she had found on her travels sewn together. In one ear, she put a pearl art project someone must have thrown away. It was blue and green with purple speckles and had a cat-like pupil. Her fingers had rings of all different kinds, all sealed to not fall off unless she permits them to herself. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure as my mom would say! After she was done, she walked downstairs to grab some loaves of bread and sweet berries from the kitchen. She ate in silence as she looked out the window. How she wished the animals liked her aura. When she was done with her food, she grabbed her velvet coat and boots along with her satchel. After making sure she had enough resources to make the trip there and back, she took one more look around before she ventured out to the abandoned village not too far away. The path wasn’t too long so there was no need for a sleeping bag to weigh her load down either. This isn’t going to take long. A few hours later, Hysteria was walking around a massive mossy rock blocking the path home when she heard a whimper coming from the shrubs surrounding the area. As she got closer, the whimpering came to a close after a particularly painful yelp. She moved the bushes aside only to reveal that the whimpering was coming from a wounded wild grey wolf hiding there to keep away from danger. Dangers like- "That looks painful. Let me help!" she exclaimed. Just as she was about to try and wrap the wound with something in her satchel, it shuffled away to the best of its capabilities. Suddenly, she remembered the home she mostly found dull and lifeless. Where the animals always run away… Trying again, she asked politely, "May I help?", her voice dripping with hope that it would listen, desperate for attention. She hated it when animals wouldn’t let her help them. The wounded creature in front of her looked conflicted and deep in thought. For fear of being rejected from helping the poor animal, Hysteria started standing up reluctantly. The wolf kept its eyes trained on her and when she moved away, the dog started to sniff the air that was around her to try and get some evidence of her personality thus far. She turned away for one second to grasp her fear before it got out of hand. When she looked back at it, it was in wonder, for an animal had never done such a thing around her. It nodded and relaxed all its muscles, waiting for her help. She then thought lovingly, Well there's always a first for everything! Kneeling, she looked at it with a newfound appreciation. So it is possible… I didn't think I could do it, but here I am with a creature full of life and hope. So much hope it is blinding. Smiling, she wrapped its paw in the piece of bandage she had in her bag for emergencies. When she finished, she stepped back and let it get up. It stood on wobbly legs that almost dropped the poor animal multiple times. Hysteria ached as she watched it in those first few seconds, hoping it wouldn’t fall and get further injured. After a while of standing there, it gained its composure and looked back at Hysteria with a loyalty deeper than all seven of the great seas. Woah. Shocked by the look, Hysteria froze. She had never been stared at like that. Like she meant something. At least, not for quite a while yet. “Are you coming with me?” she asked the wounded pup. It nodded with such conviction, it brought another smile to her face, I’ve smiled a lot today. “Well, then come with me!” Hysteria had never felt as light as she did now, the pup following her and her satchel full of food for weeks to come.

#testing for hope #oc #original story

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years

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Damián gives Carol a lil fawn plushie with note she sees later that says to "name our child".

Tarak anonymously sends Emma a blue grey wolfy pup plush with hidden note its from him

Snake sends surpise gift to Bethany that Belia cant tell what is til Bethany opens it and its a chibi cute yellow snake plush

Sitting down looking through her phone in breaks she got a light tap on her shoulder... As she turned around she noticed it was Damián she smiled at him before her placed something in her hands... a small little fawn plushy.

"Mi Amor....I hope you like my little gift and think of me.."

She thanked him and took it later to her dorm... just to notice the small little note... causing her whole face to be fully red....

"W-w-w what does he mean name our child? does that mean he wants to...."

She held her red cheeks as her thoughts spiraled... his flirts and joke always catch her of guard especially with the implication here... She did still put a note in his locker later...

"I named it Camila... It stays close to me and I take care of it... Thank you again but also... how about I come by and cuddle you next time."

Emma was done with practise as she got back to her room... however she was a little surprised as she found a small gift box... openeing it she was smiling at the small blue wolf plushy... and the notes in general made her very happy... Inspecting the plushy closer as she got into her room though she noticed..

"It does look very similar to Tarak... I wonder... " She held it close in her arms and actually took a rest. Although she couldn't know for sure she just guessed it was him and so she later left a box at his food step... with a small brown fox plushy... having her smell writen all over.

Walking back to her home in HSA she found Bethany excited jumping up and down...

"Mom look a package..." She looked down at it to see a gift box which had a note that this was for Bethany... she checked the box from the outside sceptical untill she decided.

"Guess its for you, how about we open it together."

"Yay!"

After ripping the paper up and openeing it Bethany glared in awe at the cute little snake plushy and hugged it tight...

"Its so cute... you will be my new best friend."

Belia sighed but smiled... she could guess who its from... mainly cause of what he chose... it still made her pretty happy to see her daughter this happy.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland fanschool #carol ann #carol x damián #emma yuki #emma x tarak #belia camton #belia x snake

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olivyh · 3 years

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TWST FAMILY HCS PT2) Savanaclaw and Octavinelle

Feel free to tack on your own Hc’s too!!! I love reading what other people think and how their view of the characters and of Twisted Wonderland in general change from person to person!!!

Savanaclaw:

Leona:

-Farena: We already know Leona describes his brother as being carefree and relaxed, but deep under that I think he’s a deeply intelligent man (how can you run a kingdom and be stupid?). He tries his best to make time in his schedule for his wife and child, and even try to get bonding tike with his younger brother (which never works out well). He tries to teach Cheka as much as he can, often giving him little life lessons while they play games. He’s a very kind and straightforward man, often being blunt when he doesn’t mean to. He stands a little taller than Leona, with Orange hair similar to Chekas. He keeps his hair tied out of his face as much as he can.

-Sister-in-law Kingscholar: A strong and confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind when she wants to. She’s blunt and she’d let you know about it. She’s also very kind in her own way, often dragging Leona off and trying to have serious talks with him, which he appreciates but doesn’t show. She adores Cheka and often spoils him without meaning to, and will spoil Leona too (but indirectly in a way similar to Ace’s father’s). Also very intelligent and good at reading people. I think she stands a little shorter than Leona, but she holds herself higher, and he slouches, so it looks as if they’re the same height. She has long yellow hair (again, similar to the ends of Cheka’s) that she often ties back as well.

-Cheka: We already know him, so heres a few Hcs!: He sometimes asks his mother to do his hair the same way as Leona’s, and tries to do everything like him (such as standing like him, trying to deepen his voice to sound like him, throwing sand at various objects in the castle yelling “King’s Roar!!”)

Ruggie:

-Grandma Bucchi: As he said himself, a stern and prideful woman. I think she’d be on the stricter side, having to teach Ruggie how to survive rather than him having to face those hard truths alone. She likely stands a lot shorter, likely 5’0 (sorry to anyone whos that height), than most other beastwomen. She’s a lot physically stronger than she looks, often still trying to pick Ruggie up at his age. She tries to spoil him when she can, trying to make him relax after working and taking over the household chores (which he declines, still cleaning up when she’s not looking- which earns him a smack to the head with a broom). She’s also a prankster, quietly jumping out from corners and scaring Ruggie or one of the other children. I think she feels a lot of regret over seeing Ruggie grow up so fast in the environment that he had, but she’s the proudest grandma ever. Whenever he sends pictures back she boasts to everyone at home (“See that! That’s my grandson’s school! See that there! He plays magift and is one of the best on the team! Look there! He’s got those nice ceremony robes!”), and even boasts about him with what little baby pictures they have (“See him walking at such a young age? Isn’t he so strong?”) Will never stop talking about her grandson, ever.

-Neighborhood kids: I think they’re like little siblings to Ruggie, so I’m adding them. They try to tale over what Ruggie did when he was at home, helping people fix up their houses or entertaining the baby hyenas when their mothers have other things to do. They also leave gifts to Ruggie when he comes back, between little dolls they made, bracelets they thought he’d like, charms, or pretty rocks and leaves. He keeps all of the gifts, no matter how small.

-His mom (bc the poor woman deserves a spot)(Poor meaning unfortunate)(The more i think abt it, both. It means both. Bad time?): I think she looked a lot like him, but with brighter blue eyes than his. She was definitely a prankster at heart, leaving clever traps behind for any poor soul to get stuck in. She was a very hardworker much like her son, taking on any task she could find to help out her mother. I think she’d try to leave as much behind for Ruggie as she could, which would include little notes and scribbles about how she was feeling throughout her pregnancy and how excited she was for him. Ruggie also kept all of those safe and sound, in a small box he keeps in the corner of his room.

(Can you guess who my fav chara is?)

Jack:

-Grandma & Grandpa Howl: A very loving couple, who always make time out of their schedule for their grandchildren, whether it be for school events, emergencies, or if any one of them want to come by and talk. They met when Grandpa Howl got lost and wandered by Grandma Howl’s family’s cabin (which happens to be the one they, and the rest of the family, still live in to this day) and he spent the night. I think they fell in love at first sight :’)

-Mama Howl: A very soft and loving beastwoman who is willing to sacrifice anything for her children. She is often strict, and sometimes a chatterbox, but she always reminds her children to stay safe and that she loves them. She always pats their head or cheek when she walks by, even if she has to reach a little to plant a kiss on Jack’s forehead. I think her hair would be a little darker grey, and she’d definitely be a little more muscular and taller, reaching six ft one when standing straight up. She’d have the same yellow eyes as Jack, and her hair would be cropped shorter due to her still moving around a lot.

-Papa Howl: Very similar to Jack personality and appearance wise. He stands an inch or two shorter than Jack, but is still very muscular due to working around the house and in the woods (chopping wood for the campfire, dragging around tools, carrying three wolf pups at a time in his younger days (only one now wants to be carried, which hurts the poor man’s heart a bit)

-Baby brother Howl: Huffy and a little moody, but a hard worker even if he complains while doing it most of the time. That’s often with his parents, but when he does something with Jack he doesn’t complain a bit. He’s very attached to his older brother, looking up to him for his strength and strong morals. He often compares him to superheroes and star athletes in his mind, but sometimes it slips out, resulting in one very embarrassed wolf boy and another very flattered wolf boy, ignore their wagging tails, it means nothing. I think he stands pretty tall for a preteen, around 5’7-5’8 and growing taller by the day. Same hair and eye color as Jack. Acts like he doesn’t like to play games with his younger sister but will never turn down a game of tag.

-Baby sister Howl: An absolute sweetheart. She just wants the best for her family and will do whatever she can to make what they want happen. Jack is hungry? Good thing she made her special dessert (it’s a poptart with whipped cream messily piled on top with sprinkles and literal sugar cubed wedged in it, but don’t tell her you don’t like it, please she’d actually bawl). Her other older brother is tired? She can get him extra blankets! Mama needs help cleaning? She can mop (she really just throws water on the floor and praises herself for a job well done). Papa need to cut wood? She can- no, she can’t. Please don’t give her an axe. She’ll cheer him from the sidelines with a song she made up just for him instead! She has their mother’s grey hair and father’s dark brown eyes, and loves to do her hair like the princesses she sees on Tv! (Yes, Jack will wear a too-small dress and Tiara if his sister wants to play princess. No, he will not let anyone take pictures.)

Octavinelle:

Tweels:

-Mama Leech: At first glance, a very kind woman with soft eyes. Willing to open her arms to anyone who might need help. Then, a terrifying grin similar to Floyd’s as that poor unfortunate soul realizes the trap they’d been thrown in. She’s very kind and patient towards both her boys and husband, as well as their friends (even of she is on guard near their friends, throwing a few hollow threats to see if it’d scare them away)(She doesn’t like to share her babies). She dotes on the tweels as much as possible, indulging im whatever curiosity they may have. Floyd wants to know what going through riptide is like? They leave tomorrow to find one. Jade wants to know more about life on land? She’ll find as many books as possible and ask (threaten) people for their land belongings. She knows when too far is too far though, and is very skilled at reeling the boys back in if they get to that point. Will always call them her little guppies, no matter how big they get. I think she’d have a teal bob on top, with the underside of her hair being black (which makes her hair look color changing when she swims). Im her human form shes only a few inches shorter than her boys, ranging around the same as Jack’s mother.

-Papa Leech: The definition of old Hollywood New York mob boss. Strict and blunt about his interests and problems, and not afraid to cause any problems if provoked. When the tweels were younger and they’d wrestle and bite at him, he’d throw them off him easily, telling them they need to work to beat him, even if he was impressed by their teamwork at first. Will die to protect his family, and was likely put in that position many times in the past due to his uh… business. He values his wife and children more than anything, and has done everything in his power in the past to protect them from harm. When they went to NRC at first, he felt defeated and almost wanted to beg them to stay safe with him (not that his pride would allow it).(Both the tweels can see through his facade easily)

Azul:

-Grandma ‘grotto: A very stern and prim octomermaid. What she says goes in the Ashengrotto house, and she often catches herself making unnecessary comments. She does apologize. Also a very loving grandmother towards Azul, often babying him whenever possible (doing the classic “you’re not eating enough here take some more” grandma move)(She will smooch his face whenever possible when there are no business clients nearby). Tries to boost his confidence since she knew about what was happening to him (Chances are she went through the same thing- being an octomer as well) and dod her best to protect him and make him happy. She taught him how to write with his tentacles and encouraged him to do his best in everything he does.

-Mama ‘grotto: Another businesslady in the front absolute softie in the back situation. Adores her son and is incredibly proud of how far he’s come.I think she looks identical to Azul, but more heavyset and, of course, female. She coddled Azul as much as possible, which worked out well with baby Azul’s clingy nature. She had no shame in walking around with the little guy stuck to her (unless he smacked a tentacle to her face when she was working on her restaurant), and made sure everyone knew what a good boy he was. She would show pictures to everyone (similar to Ruggie’s grandma), but respects his wishes in wanting to hide pictures of his past. She still shows anyone who asks pictures of him at NRC (compliments to the twins, who send her updates when her son is busy), and will tell everyone how smart he is and how much he’s grown.

-Step-Papa grotto: A very professional man in every aspect of his life, which stretches to his relationship with his stepson. When he learns about the contracts and Azuls UM, he’s over the moon with how happy he is. He swam around with a little more pep than usual, flicking his tail and flaring out his fins the more and more Azul told him. He helps him reword and format his contracts to his advantage, and is always willing to talk with him about Mostro Lounge or (on rare occasion) some memories before Step papa Ashengrotto met Mama Ashengrotto (which always make him happy that Azul trusts him enough). I think he’d be a pretty generic looking Mer, with an average looking tail and such

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Okay, since we are in the mother/son wave now... remember when you said that Razor would fall for someone with a nurturing nature? Literally a Mother type or a real mom.

Maybe reader lost her child or always wanted one, but all of her pregnancies ended in miscarriage, she just wanted someone to raise and love, all of the men she tried with left her after every time she lost the baby.

So, imagine her face when she found a young boy, not more than 8, in the middle of the woods while harvesting Wolfhooks? She was elated! She tried to take him back to Springvale with her, but he escaped with such mastery for a young boy.

She then learned the next day that he doesn't have parents, and he's quite famous between the hunters of the village as the "Wolf Boy". She was concerned because, Wolves? They are quite vicious animals, and they won't hesitate to torn apart and easy prey like him.

The next days passed with her trying to get him to leave with her, but every attempt ended in failure. But she has yet to throw the towel! So, maybe, if it is true what the hunters say, he's more of a Wolf than a human, but any animal falls for food. She can leave food for him everyday so his trust on her grows and then she'll take him with her at last!

Her plan actually worked! The boy was quick in falling for her delicious food, and she even learned that his name is Razor! But he still refused to leave, even after she offered everything that a child could ask for. He said he's with his lupical, which the reader couldn't understand but respected his decision.

Even after that conclusion, she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and sadness. It was especially stronger when the sky cracked with lighting, and the rain fell merciless cold on the skin of any poor Soul who couldn't find refuge. The breaking point was when in one particularly evening. You may have thought it was nighttime with how dark the sky was, but it was poring like it never had before in Springvale, even the umbrella wasn't able to fully protect her.

She was really immersed in find the best Wolfhooks in all Wolvendom, as Razor's birthday was approaching, so she lost the track of time. It's a good thing she decided to bring her umbrella, the sky have been kinds grey since the morning. But as he was trekking cautiously through the muddled path, the sight of none other than Razor, alone and shivering inside a hollow stump, probably because he was drenched from head to toe. The sad image of him trying to warm himself with his tiny, scarred arms but failing made something inside reader break. She stomped right to where he was, and in one fell swoop she scooped him up and marched back to Springvale, somehow managing to arrive with a squirming, strong... really strong child and basket in her arms.

She bathed him, gave him something warm to eat, and contrary to all of the growling and scratching he did throughout that, he fell asleep the moment she tucked him in her bed, nuzzling the pillow and for once looking that the child he is. Reader knew that he will leave next thing in the morning, but she couldn't allow that, and just when the rain stopped and the sun raised, she decided.

If she can't make him come and live with her, then she'll go to him.

Razor woke up, strangely at peace and on a soft thing... wait, that's wrong. His pack made him leave for the night, giving priority to the real pups of the pack. He jumped out of the bed and saw it was morning, in a place he didn't remember going to. A sweet a comforting smell reached his nose, and he saw he was wearing different clothes, but the smell is the same as the one that lady who always visits him has. He run downstairs, wanting to go back, ready to fight the nice lady if she won't let him out.

He was close to the door, but the lady was there, some rectangle things and bags on the floor. He squared his shoulders and snarled at her, telling her to move. But she only smiled and offer him something to eat first, not moving an inch from her place. Razor reluctantly accepted and wolfed down the simple breakfast; as nice as she is, he still needs to go back and no amount of food will make him stay.

To his surprise, as he tells her, she smiles once again and opens the door, then grabs the things from the floor.

"Let's go" she only says. And Razor takes a couple of steps out, unsure of what's happening. She closes the door, tells him to plead wait for her-- for some reason, he listens, she approaches a man and talk a little before she hands him a bag and returns to him, telling him to lead the way.

Since then, she finally made true her dram of having a son. It was quite hard leave all the commodities of leaving in a village, but the carpenter was kind enough to give her a discount and help her build a small cabin near the pack of wolfs, so Razor can go and live with them but he still will have a human mother to come back to, who waits for him with a warm meal everyday.

...I was supposed to make this yandere, but somehow became wholesome 😭 The yandere part will be similar to what you wrote about teacher!Darling, but I think Razor will be more alert and territorial about his darling, as he learned from a more of a young age how to behave and such (he's still the wild man that we know lol)

Bonus! Reader also adopts Bennett since I like to think that they met when they were like ten or something, and she didn't wanted her Razor to grow without a sibling :( it's a good thing that that white haired child likes her and Razor! He's always welcome to stay, he's never going to be a bother all always showers him with love (spoiler, he grows yandere towards her too)

#!!#ss #.rz #lena's asks #q #tw: incest #tw: under//age #technically neither of those bc its platonic but just in case

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brydeswhale · 3 years

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Fics I would be writing if I had the time, energy, or mental space...

Game Of Thrones/ASOIAF

1. The one where Sansa and Robert and Cersei's kid get betrothed. Basically, the idea is that Cersei and Robert's kid from the show lived, grew up in all that dysfunction and Robert wants him to marry Sansa. The two of them get along swimmingly, but canon is going on in the background, and bad things happen. Featuring an OC who cries, a LOT, and people calling Ned on his poor parenting.

I actually want this one because I love Sansa/If Robert And Cersei Had One Legit Kid, but they almost always are written by people who don't like Sansa, or have a very... weird view on events. So they're almost always really unsatisfying.

2. The one where Ned gets Sansa a harp teacher. This would have the harp teacher be part of a family of entertainers, who hide Sansa and Jeyne in their ranks and take her across Westeros, only to find a job they took on includes more than they expected. Features Ned surviving, and a granny who's in deep mourning that Sansa is being wasted by being a princess instead of the incredibly talented musician/composer she could be.

3. Robb goes to King's Landing and Sansa stays in Winterfell. Features an early Queen in the North, a creepy Tywin Lannister, and Robb being horribly traumatized, forced to marry Cersei, and an unknown player, out to destroy the Lannisters.

4. Sansa escapes and becomes the wife of a nice commoner, only to be discovered and forced to decide between the life she's come to love and the life she might have had.

5. Finishing the Five Wolves. Features Stannis being force fed his respect women juice, Grey Wolf living past the red wedding and saving Sansa before Littlefinger gets in there, Vale dire wolves who've been in hiding this whole time, and a puppy.

6. Robb is separated from Catelyn during an attack on Riverrun in his infancy, floats downriver in a basket and is picked up by a childless riverdwelling couple, part of an ethnic minority of river traders in the Riverlands. They assume he's actually an unwanted baby from a brothel upriver, set adrift in the hopes that he might be picked up by someone just like them. He then grows up, finds Grey Wolf, slays a mountain, goes to Dorne, gets married, and comes home, and meets the Queen In The North.

7. Septa Mordane dies after she and Sansa catch some kind of lung ailment. The new septa finds Arya charming and spirited, while deciding that Sansa is sullen and lazy(bc getting over massive illness). She also declares that Arya is just lovely, and Sansa is almost like a reed with a flame on the end. More of an exploration on how Sansa and Arya's dynamic is more about how they're perceived by the audience and the people around them than anything they actually do. Features Sansa hiding from her Septa in the kitchen.

8. The one where The wolves and the Stark Kids are more connected than people realize, and killing Lady kills Sansa. Sansa and Lady become a Demi-god/fairy duo who wander between the North and the Riverlands, saving lost children, guiding refugees, etc.

Teen Wolf:

1. The one where Scott is kidnapped by vampires, who think he's just the best EVER and almost refuse to let him go. Featuring some characters from when I used to play Vampire The Masquerade.

2. The one where biologist!Scott and momentary film! maker Kira find a coy wolf pup in the woods, raise her to release her to the wild, and get caught up in a battle between Argent Agriculture and Derek Hale's environmental activist group. Features monoculture crops and a snake.

3. The one where Scott rescues a little kid.

4. The one where Scott is captured by a shady branch of the FBI, only to be confronted with a familiar face. Features selkies, cat fairies, and a mer-person. also, teeth.

6. The one where Scott runs away from home after being rejected by his mom. Features found family and people who like trees.

7. The one where people rescue Scott from his friendship with Stiles, AKA you don't have to be friends with ppl who are mean to you.

8. The one where, instead of being stopped by Derek Hale biting her, Victoria Argent is seen by a teenager who records her trying to kill Scott on her cellphone, after calling the police. Victoria is arrested, her family is dragged through the mud, and Scott almost dies, but recovers. Hunters show up, as do other people.

The Untamed

1. The one where Wei Wuxian is raised by the Burial Mounds, who are actually pretty good parents. Features Ghosts and Wei Wuxian.

2. The one where Wei Ying is a recent exonoree from a death row in an unspecified southern state. Features the Lan family healing, and Jin Ling being cared for.

That's it. I wish I could write.

#the untamed #long post #my writing #GOT #asioaf #teen wolf #anti stiles stilinski

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snowbellewells · 3 years

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Self-Promo Sunday: “A Litter More Than They Bargained For”

Hey there friends and shipmates! I’ve taken a couple of weeks off on the Self-Promo Sunday posts, but I was looking back through some of my older pieces and found this fluffy one shot offering from a couple years ago. (It was part of the amazing @cspupstravaganza event in 2019.) I didn’t make it any cover art before, so I’ve added that to it as well. Taking place sometime post- season six; Hope is present and a toddler, but Henry is still there as well. That makes it canon divergent future fluff, I guess? Apologies if you’ve read this one before, but maybe you’ll get a little smile from revisiting it.

Also available on both AO3 HERE and on ff.net HERE

“A Litter More Than They Bargained For”

One pet she could have handled. One pet would have been perfectly manageable. A single, sweet-natured, reasonably well-behaved small pet - maybe a cat or a rabbit or even a hamster - wouldn’t have really changed anything about their lives in the seaside house or their daily routine that much. In fact, she and Killian had already been discussing a surprise for Hope in the form of a kitten from the litter her mom and dad’s barn cat had recently birthed, completely charming their pre-schooler upon her first visit to them at her grandparents’ farm.

Somehow, instead, all of Emma’s best-laid plans had been inverted and overturned, as so often seemed to happen in their chaotic magical town. When they had gone into the station that particular morning, they had found a large, mud-caked, burr-riddled dog tied to the bike rack and whining pitifully upon first sight of them. Emma was too disgruntled at the culprit for figuring out that their whole three person department were soft touches for strays as she charged foward to untie the poor beast, to even realize that the critter was already rooting into her affection. Needless to say, rather than their intended adoption, they had managed to take in a shaggy, slobbery mixed breed almost as large as a Shetland pony, with at least some Irish Wolfhound in its ancestry, according to the shelter attendant.

Gleefully mimicking that last declaration in her toddler voice, Hope had leaned over out of Killian’s arms to reach for where the huge hound lounged panting on the exam table, tongue lolling and tail thumping happily as she babbled, “Wolfie! Wolfie!” and patted along the dog’s back and shoulders as well as she could.

The thick, scruffy grey fur covering the animal’s lanky form did indeed resemble a wolf to some degree, and Kililan chuckled good naturedly at the easy moniker their daughter had seemingly bestowed. “Well, it would seem our little love has already christened her, Swan,” he commented lightly.

Emma wasn’t fooled by the casual demeanor covering her True Love’s words. She felt her last chance of finding a more suitable home for a dog of that size outside the town limits (preferably with acres for it to run) fade as she realized that her husband, as well as her little girl, was already attached. Killian wanted this dog more than he would admit.

Reaching out to stroke the gentle giant’s head resignedly, Emma reluctantly admitted to herself that the poor stray really was a sweet dog, despite her astonishing proportions and the amount of extra responsibility she herself would no doubt be taking on. “Hear that, Wolfie?” she questioned, looking the dog in the eyes rather than either member of her family, whom she could feel nearly vibrating with excitement beside her, “I guess you’re as good as ours.”

Henry only confirmed the permanence of the decision when he got home from the high school after his editors’ meeting for the school paper. Though a dog had never been something he had particularly asked for - they had spent so many of his growing up years being flung from one realm to another, either trying to rescue some member of their family, or seeking the needed magic item to fight some new villain, that it hadn’t left a lot of time for house training puppies or taking one for leisurely evening strolls. Still, as Henry came up the walk and saw Wolfie stretched out on the porch, Hope cuddled against her side and Emma and Killian curled together on the porch swing, the way her nearly adult son’s face had lit up and he’d rushed forward in excitement had shown Emma that kids didn’t really grow out of loving dogs, no matter their age.

Ruby, or perhaps the irrepressible brunette’s inner wild animal, seemed to find their new addition, and the rather obvious name Hope had latched onto, especially entertaining. Due to Wolfie’s size, the Jones clan now ate outside at the patio tables when they stopped for breakfast on the way to drop Hope off at Ashley Hermann’s Pumpkin Seeds Daycare, and before Henry took off for class and they headed on for the station. Her mother’s best friend didn’t even try to hide the fact that she saved back either bacon, sausage, or ham especially for Emma’s pet each day, laughing when after about a week Wolfie came to her the moment she exited the diner’s front entrance, before she could even reach their table, and began nosing at her pockets for the expected bounty.

However, it was Granny herself who startled them with a matter of fact question about a month after Wolfie had joined their family. The diner’s proprietress had come out to wait on them herself that morning, a real nip in the air as November neared, and explaining that Ruby was lying in for a while after the full moon the night before. Her half-spectacles perched on the very end of her nose, eyes sparkling with every bit as much pep and mischief as her exuberant granddaughter when she neared their table, sleeves rolled up to her elbows despite the chill and a pencil tucked behind one ear.

“The usual, Captain?” Widow Lucas asked with a playful nod to Killian, “or are you and your crew feeling adventurous this morning?” While awaiting their answer, she reached into her apron for her order pad, also pulling out a juicy ham bone for Wolfie.

“Here you are, darlin’ girl,” she continued, bending to offer it to their canine companion, much to Wolfie’s approving delight as she barked a ‘thank you’ and took the treat into her drooling jowls with an almost humorous care, then immediately dropped to hold it between her massive paws and began gnawing away.

When Granny stood to face them again however, a knowing smirk was painted across her face, taking their breakfast order seemingly long forgotten. “You don’t have a clue that dog is carrying a litter of pups, do you?” she asked, shaking her head at what she seemed to think was their dense naivete.

Crossing her arms, Granny watched a variety of reactions cross the four faces before her. Henry looked awed and curious, while Hope practically bounced on Killian’s knee asking, “Puppy? Puppy! We having a puppy?”

Killian’s brows rose in surprise, and Emma was already shaking her head in disgruntled exasperation. “Really?” she sputtered, narrowly eying the diner owner as if she might be playing some sort of elaborate joke at her expense.

Then, plunking her head down to rest on her arms crossed on the table, she sighed as her daughter contiuned to chortle in delight and Henry and Hook laughed heartily, in spite of their manful efforts to hold back for her sake. “Why am I even surprised?” Emma muttered. “Of course, she is.”

***

From there, they learned that apparently the shelter owner did not have it out for them, but that it can be genuinely hard to tell when a dog is expecting until they are quite close to their due date. It also turned out that Granny’s lupine sixth sense had been right on the money. Within another couple weeks, they could see for themselves that Wolfie’s stomach was rounding and she was nesting in corners throughout the house, particularly favoring the warmth of the laundry room between the dryer and the wall. Seeing as how canine gestation was only eight or nine weeks from start to finish, and their mother-to-be was already showing, it was a bit of a scramble to prepare, knowing the litter of pups would soon be on its way.

As had become typical since Wolfie’s arrival, this too went well beyond what they had expected. On the night they returned from Hope’s Thanksgiving Play at the preschool to tiny yips and whimpers greeting them the second the door opened, the entire Jones family was stunned to discover eight small wriggling bodies jostling for place against Wolfie’s exhausted form where she lay curled into the mound of old blankets and towels they had created for her once her fixation on her laundry room nest become plain. Various rather wetly bedraggled and squirming balls of grey, black, white and mottled mixes of those three colors in coat greeted their eyes, prompting Killian to comment rather drily, “Well, now there are nearly enough of us to crew a pirate ship.” He chuckled, shaking his head, as he added, “Mayhap we can give them proper nautical names this time, rather than letting Hope call them the first word that pops from her mouth.”

“Paaa-pa!” their daughter protested indignantly, stomping her little foot on the linoleum tile and placing chubby fists on her hips. “I did not!” In her two braids, beaded headband, and fringed brown “Indian” dress from the play, she made more an adorable than a threatening sight as she intended, but Killian nodded to their daughter dutifully all the same. “My apologies, little lass. Of course you didn’t. I must have been mistaken.”

Emma rolled her eyes and shook her head at his mannered playfulness with Hope, though her heart warmed inside her as well, loving that their little girl had never known anything but a devoted, adoring, present father, who might have to be pulled back from spoiling Hope at times, but would never let her down or abandon her. The two of them could melt her every defense, just as Henry had always done. Even if it did sometimes leave her trying to be the voice of reason, Emma didn’t truly mind.

Henry, for his part, snorted inelegantly at their nonsense, crouching to pet a nervous-looking Wolfie on the head and scritch under her chin the way she liked. “Don’t worry, girl,” he mumured soothingly. “We won’t hurt them. You’re all safe here.”

Her son grew thoughtful for a moment, mulling something over, then looked up when he asked excitedly. “What if we did pick nautical names for them all? Like Jack and Jib and Scurvy?” He was grinning from ear-to-ear now, as his Author’s love of wordplay awakened - an expression Killian quickly mirrored.

“Aye, lad, those are great! And perhaps Scoundrel and Buccaneer as well?”

“Hey, hey, guys,” Emma broke in, trying to stop their now-steaming train before they got any more carried away. “Let’s not get too into naming them. The families who adopt them may not be looking for pirate dogs.”

But her husband and son were already on a roll, adding Barrie (in a nod to the Englishman who had created Killian’s literary counterpart) and Doubloon to the list of potential puppy monikers, and not paying her words the slightest bit of attention.

***

Finding homes for their doggie brood proved more difficult than Emma had hoped. If nothing else, it had worked out that they were being weaned just in time to join a family for the perfect child’s Christmas present. And, much as she had intended for them to have a quiet little tabby kitten padding after her through the house rather than a train of panting, yipping, running and tumbling balls of shedding fluff, the pups were sweet and incredibly cute. So she couldn’t understand how every time she thought she had someone poised to take one home, it fell through at the last moment.

With a sigh, she turned away from the sidewalk where old lady Hubbard was walking away. Still cradling Cutlass and Matey to her chest, one in each arm, Emma crossed the porch to sink onto the porch swing with a dejected air. She bent to press a kiss into each of their soft, fuzzy foreheads, murmuring what good babies they were and that it wasn’t their fault. Intellectually, Emma knew it was rather ridiculous to be trying to comfort two puppies who were now playfully rolling and tumbling in her lap, not the least bit concerned at the interview’s outcome. They really had been particularly good as their potential new owner had arrived to meet them; sitting calmly without barking or jumping up, sweetly licking the elderly woman’s fingers affectionately when she offered them, and looking even more adorable than usual with their coats freshly bathed and brushed, so black and silky that their fur nearly shone. All their neighbor had seemed able to focus on though was that they might get under her feet and cause her to fall. When Emma had spoken to her before, the older lady had seemed so anxious for some company now that the last of her many children had left the house, but once she had arrived to see the puppies, all she kept saying was, “I’m all alone out there. If I fell, I might lie for days, unable to get up, and no one would know.”

Emma shrugged her shoulders and ruffled the pups’ fur once again; annoyed, but not sure what to make of the situation. Standing, she was about to take the two little rascals back inside when Killian arrived home for the evening.

“They’re both still here?” he asked curiously, one eyebrow arched in question.

Something niggled at the back of Emma’s mind with his question, whispering that he didn’t seem especially suprised. Shaking her head in silent answer, Emma ushered man and dogs back into the house and headed toward the kitchen, where she still had all of the dog dishes to fill.

“Ah well, Love,” Killian replied, something about his voice just a shade too nonchalant. “Perhaps it’s for the best. As energetic as these scalliwags sometimes get,” he laughed and scratched Matey’s belly when she rolled over to bare it in supplication, “they might have proven a walking hazard to one of advanced years.”

Emma was about to question him further, shocked that Killian had hit on exactly what had stopped the potential adoption, but at that moment Wolfie and the other six of her offspring burst into the kitchen and set up a chorus of barks and howls for their dinner, toenails clicking on the floor and tails thunking against the cabinets. So it wasn’t until later that night, as she was speaking to her mother on the phone, bemoaning yet one more failed attempt at finding the pups permanent homes, that the niggling puzzle piece at last slid into place.

“Well,” Snow offered hesitantly, “I’m sorry it fell through, Sweetie, but you know Mrs. Hubbard isn’t all that steady on her feet these days…”

Suddenly, it all added up: Mrs. Hubbard’s unexpected concern with puppies tripping her up around the house, how Ashley had at first thought they might take one of the puppies, only to be convinced by someone that mice would be much more fitting for class pets at Cinderella’s daycare, and how Aurora and Philip’s second child, Hope’s little friend Rory, had suddenly decided she wanted a white Persian kitten whose hair she could put a pink bow in, “like ‘Rie from ‘Ristocats” Aurora had explained in her daughter’s own words when she’d called to tell Emma.

“Oh my word!” Emma shouted, startling her husband, kids, and the pile of dogs sprawled over them in the living room where they were watching tv. “It was you all, wasn’t it? My whole family has been working against me this entire time!”

Looking sheepishly guilty, Killian and Henry both wordlessly shook their heads in denial. Her mother floundered for a defense for a few seconds and then simply fled by ending the call. But when Emma’s eyes came to rest on her daughter, Hope merely grinned widely, a shameless glint of mischief in her green eyes, and nodded her head in confirmation.

“Why?” Emma sputtered.

“Then the puppies are all ours!” her toddler chirped happily, falling back against Wolfie’s shoulder with a giggle, to which Wolfie merely huffed at the impact, then nosed Hope a bit further from the edge of the couch, as if she had one extra pup to watch out for and was making sure the child didn’t fall.

“We’ll see about that,” Emma grumbled, staring each of them down in turn. But, when she flopped down on the armchair in the corner, trying to hold onto her righteous indignation, and Scoundrel came over to check on her, pawing at her leg until she picked him up, and then nudging his grey snout flecked with white patches into her armpit as he stretched out across her chest and promptly fell asleep, Emma was smart enough to know when she had lost the fight.

They were the family with nine dogs now - an entire seaworthy crew.

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