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romirola · 1 year

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okay OKAY I have a sad request ;u; ❛ if this is the end, i’m really glad i get to be here with you. ❜ <- my initial thoughts were milo and sweetheart during cataclysm, while Milo is in recovery and the others are off to save the world, but an AU with these two would work as well? bless you, romi ;u;

Ooh, this IS a sad request, @ejunkiet! Thank you for the prompt, though! I agree that this quote vibes with cataclysm, but I’ll admit, after the conclusion of that series, it’s not a universe I think I understand enough to write about confidently. So, I hope you don’t mind if I set us in the (sort of/speculative) canon universe. And, maybe infuse a little bit of light into the darkness that is this prompt… Yup. You guessed it. We’ve got a little Quinn-aftermath scene.

Rated: M (kidnapping, discussion of/aftermath of graphic violence, mentions of Quinn); WC:~2.3K; Prompts: Milo/Sweetheart, “If this is the end, I’m really glad I get to be here with you.”

This story will be added to my AO3 collection of oneshots, but the site is currently down, so I am going to post it in full here. I don't want to make you wait.

Read the story below.

Sweetheart stared up at the ceiling, counting a row of tiles and then a column. It was a technique they had learned in a Department training seminar they took years ago that discussed emergency situation operations. According to that serenity daemon instructor, counting the tiles and then multiplying the numbers to figure out the total number was a good way to nudge your brain into reorienting yourself after having experienced physical trauma. A reset. A way to stay calm and composed so that you could hold it together long enough to think rationally enough to survive whatever had fucked you up.

But, it wasn’t working, Sweetheart thought sadly.

They were still fucked and their brain must’ve been more scrambled than they realized. Sweetheart knew they had been locked away in some abandoned building, alone with this old-blood maniac for days, but they could’ve sworn they heard wolf snarls and bones breaking. They could feel air whizzing past their body, gusts of breath and movement stinging their skin, marred with countlessly bites and bruises. They could even feel the steel, ward-infused chains that had cruelly cut them off from their own powers, from a part of themselves they had always relied on, had worked to strengthen, had loved and cherished deeply.

None of that was real, they told themselves. Those were hallucinations created out of their desperate prayers for help, clinging to the impossible hope that somehow, they’d be rescued from this hellhole. How many times since their capture had they escaped into the recesses of their mind, reliving happy memories that centered around their incredible mate, to distract themselves from the sheer agony that threatened to break them?

Another wolf growl cut through Sweetheart’s awareness. It sounded just like Milo, though the sound was low, gravelly, and downright monstrous. More ferocious than they’d ever heard Milo, even when that had let that lone shade nab them during that fateful case all that time ago.

“Sweetheart? Sweetheart!”

Hands grasped their feeble body. The touch was gentle, loving. They had almost forgotten what that felt like after having been subjected to rough feedings and violent beatings, all interspersed with the horrific mockery and threats that were supposed to get them to spill the intel that would endanger everyone in their pack.

They never broke. Not one iota of information spilled past their lips.

Screams? Yes. Curses? Oh, yeah. And, most recently, some tight sobs? Those, too.

But never anything of use.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me? Can you hear me?” The hands were moving across their body now, careful to avoid most of the cuts and bruises, as they supported their chest and head off of the floor and into something… something new. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.

“M-M-Milo?” Sweetheart mumbled through cracked lips. “Milo?” They strained to tilt their head up, searching for him even when every neuron in their head told them it was impossible. "Are you really here?"

“I’m here, Sweetheart,” Milo assured them. He held them tightly in his strong arms. “I’m right here. I got you.” He sounded exhausted. Even in their weakened state, the stealth heard the faint tinge of worry running through Milo’s voice, even if his words were meant to help relax them. “I got you now. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

Sweetheart melted into Milo’s arms, finally convinced that what they were perceiving was reality. He was here. Milo was here with them.

“Quinn is dead,” Milo told them, barely able to hang onto his human form at the thought of the old-blood vampire having hurt his Sweetheart. Days ago, Quinn had strategically struck, forcing Sweetheart to pursue him alone or risk a bloodbath made up of a few innocent civilians. They had been using all of their resources at D.U.M.P. to find Quinn and call for his arrest, so Quinn felt it was necessary to retaliate with a brutal flair. Sweetheart had fought valiantly, but Quinn had the advantage of surprise and leverage. It wasn’t long before he took them away and taunted the wolfpack with little messages and clues that told them nothing of his whereabouts.

Only of Sweetheart’s pain. And a demand for them to give up Darling in exchange for Sweetheart.

<em>”The stealth for the misfit. Act fast, Alpha. This deal won’t last long. And neither will they." </em>

The voice messages (and Sweetheart's stifled screams in the background) would haunt Milo for years to come, but he couldn’t think about that now. He had more important things to take care of. Sweetheart’s wounds were gnarly and more than a few were visibly infected. They felt hot to the touch, but shivered in his arms. That told Milo they were feverish. No doubt they lost a lot of blood. Quinn’s bite marks left little to the imagination, littering their neck, their wrists, even their hips. The fingers on their left hand were all swollen and twisted out of alignment. Maybe broken. They had a black eye, perhaps a concussion.

Milo felt his blood boil with rage and his heart constrict with fear. He threaded his fingers into Sweetheart’s hair, disturbed to feel the dried blood and knots when he did so. “Easy now. Don’t move. You’re alright.” It pained him to admit it, but he had to wait for someone else to heal them, or else risk accidentally making their myriad of wounds worse. They needed a real healer. He cursed himself, flashing back to all those times he opted to learn only the barest minimum of healing at his mother’s insistence. If Milo had known he’d be in a position like this, he would’ve spent hours, day, years honing the craft so that he could ease his mate’s pain and save their life. It would’ve all been worth it.

“You’re here!” Sweetheart beamed, snapping Milo out of his worries. When their mouth curled into a smile for the first time since their capture, the muscles in their face grew sore. “Hey.” They weakly tapped their wrist against Milo’s chest. "What took you so long? It's not like you to be late.” Sweetheart tried to force a laugh at their attempt at a joke, but all that came out was a thin, strained noise. The eerie noise trailed off into one, lone sob. Then another. Soon, a torrent of tears flooded their eyes, dripping down their face. Sweetheart crumpled into Milo, unable to do anything other than cry and shake. The full weight of their ordeal hit them like a punch to the gut. They had remained strong in the face of evil. But now that they were in the arms of mercy, they wept without care.

Milo kissed their forehead, slowly rocking back and forth as he held Sweetheart through their breakdown. "It's okay," the shifter whispered, as much for his own benefit as for Sweetheart's. "You're safe. I'm here. It's okay. Everything's okay. You're safe. He's gone. And I'm here."

“It… He… I…” Sweetheart gulped air, struggling to stop their cries just long enough to expel the rush of thoughts and feelings that rushed into their head. “Quinn s-s-said you were gonna leave me here,” they explained haphazardly, grabbing a fistful of Milo’s shirt. They didn’t say a word about the blood that stained his shirt. That alone spoke to how shaken they were. “And th-th-then he said you tried to attack, but he killed you before you even had a chance to fight. Th-then he’d laugh, tell m-m-me he was kidding.” They grew more distressed with every word. “I didn’t know what to believe! I didn’t know if you… If you…”

“I’m fine,” Milo soothed, angry but unsurprised to hear that Quinn had tortured his mate mentally as well as physically. “See? I’m fine.” He gingerly took Sweetheart’s hand and moved it over his heart, knowing that they often responded to the beat of his heart when they were tucked in bed together. “Everyone else is fine, too. Don’t worry. David and Sam are just taking care of a few things and they’ll get a healer here soon, okay? Really soon.” Milo swallowed.

The whole pack, along with a handful of Solaires and some of the Keaton pack, had descended on Quinn like they were rabid. David and Darling had led the charge, with everyone else following close behind to join the fight. It was all a blur. One minute, Milo was taking a bite out of Quinn’s calf and the next, he was bounding down a staircase, feeling the pull of his mate’s aura. He’d let out a howl that he found Sweetheart before shifting to approach them. David answered immediately, promising to get there as soon as he could with Sam once they were finished with Quinn and healed up the injuries anyone received during the fight.

“It… was… awful,” Sweetheart whimpered. “Everything hurts… He just kept feeding. Over and over again. I was so s-s-scared.” They began to cough, hard and wet, practically seizing in Milo’s arms. When they lifted their head, Milo felt his stomach flip over itself when he saw streaks of blood dribbling from their lips.

Milo wasn’t a healer by trade, but he had learned enough from his mother to know that meant Sweetheart was bleeding internally.

“I don’t… feel good.” Sweetheart screwed their eyes shut, face pulling taunt. “Can we go home now? Please, Milo?”

Their head lolled across his chest. He quickly realized they were becoming less and less coherent with each passing second. “I’ll take you home, I promise, Sweetheart. I will, just as soon as we get you healed up.”

Sweetheart groaned. A pressure unlike anything they'd ever known exploded in their chest.

Milo felt them rest even more of their weight into his body. “Whoa, Sweetheart!” He shook them lightly, alarmed at how their eyes began to glaze over. “Stay with me!”

Sweetheart’s lips trembled as they tried to keep what little control over their muscles they had. After a pitiful moan, they smiled, but their expression didn’t lessen Milo’s anxiety one bit. They looked dazed, somewhere in between unconsciousness and reality. “If this is the end…” Sweetheart clumsily reached for Milo’s neck. “I’m really glad I get to be here with you.” They summoned every last bit of strength they had to brush their thumb up and down Milo’s neck, just like they always would.

They didn't want to die, but at least they could spend their dying breath holding Milo.

“The end?!” Milo exclaimed. “No, no, no, this isn’t the end! Sweetheart, no! Hang in there, please. Please, we’re gonna get you healed and everything will be fine. Please, please, Sweetheart. I love you so much. Please, just hang on a little longer.”

Sweetheart’s eyelids drooped and they fully folded into Milo. Desperate to do as Milo asked, even if they couldn’t think clearly anymore, Sweetheart tried to stay tethered to reality, even if their body screamed at them to let go and rest.

“Rib punctured a lung… Try to get that taken care of first… Need more… Fever is ragin'”

In the distance, they heard Milo barking orders for Sam to help, for David to come right away, for anyone to help him heal Sweetheart. Before long, they felt the familiar hum of healing magic enter their body. The magic, most definitely vampiric, was thrust into them. It wasn't sloppily done by any means, but the magic certainly lacked the gentle, professional touch that Sam usually used.

“How’s this…? …working? …I think… Still bleeding... I’m running out…”

Another bout of healing magic ripped through their gut, this one even more roughly formed but no less effective. They could’ve sworn that they recognized the aura. Could it be… David?

Maybe if Sweetheart had their wits about them, they would have recognized the gravity of the situation. It would have dawned on them that their pack was racing to heal them all at once to save their life. But, instead of thinking about that, Sweetheart continued to float weightlessly, muscles thick and mouth dry, as they let their drowsy thoughts drift to Milo.

They tried to open their eyes, but all they could see was empty darkness. It was cold.

“No, no, Sweetheart! …not the end… I promised… I promised to take them home… I can… Focus… Please, Sweetheart… love you…”

They could barely untangle fantasy and reality when they felt a third surge of healing magic. This aura felt almost as familiar as their own. Milo, they realized slowly. Milo was healing them, too. His magic weaved its way through their body, laced with a warmth that offset the sharp discomfort that usually accompanied healing magic.

Overwhelmed at the buzz of three separate sources of magic pulsing through their body, Sweetheart finally succumbed to the growing exhaustion.

When Sweetheart returned to consciousness, they found themselves tucked into the bed they shared with Milo. To their left was Aggro purring and kneading a bunched up fuzzy blanket that he was, no doubt, arranging for them. To their right was their mate, dozing softly beside them, his chin against their forehead. Sweetheart stirred a bit, stretching their arms and legs to find they were all still attached and, minus a few dull aches or pins-and-needles twinges, painless. They exhaled deeply, the rush of memories coming back to them in flashes.

“Swee’hear’?” Milo asked through a yawn, willing himself awake to evaluate Sweetheart. "How you feeling?"

“Milo,” they whispered. They had so much more to say, yet they couldn’t figure out how to speak anything else. “I feel... Good. You…”

“Yeah,” Milo interrupted. “I told you, that wasn’t going to be our ending.” He pulled them a bit tighter to him, mindful of their injuries and the residual magic still infused in their fragile body. “You and me? We’re in it for the long haul.” He pressed a tender kiss to their forehead, sensing that Sweetheart was still in need of sleep. “Rest, Sweetheart. I’m right here.”

Content to know they were safe and loved, Sweetheart let Quinn’s memory fade away. They soaked in the healing touch of their mate and feel back to sleep.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted sweetheart #hurt/comfort #thank you!

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starlitangels · 2 years

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An Alpha Made to Kneel

Pups AU. Relistening to Davey’s HBW audio and that one line near the end got my mind spinning. “There’s not a lot in this world I would get on my knees for. But you? Always.” And I made up two other people Davey would get on his knees for... 2.0k words (Bonus Scene) (Part 2)

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David shifted back to human form. There she was, curled in the fetal position on the floor. There was an iron shackle around her ankle—

And another collared around her neck.

Both of them attached to chains holding her to the wall and floor.

“Natty!” he whispered, falling to his knees in front of her. “Natty, wake up! Baby girl, it’s me. It’s Dad.” He started inspecting the collar. Her skin was bruised, rubbed raw, where its edges met her neck. Her long hair was ragged around her. “Natalie, please, wake up.”

She jolted as his fingers tested the lock on the collar, scrambling backward, eyes clenched shut. “Get away from me, you filthy monster!” she spat, teeth bared.

“Honey, it’s me. It’s Dad,” David entreated, trying to scoot closer. She held her hands out.

“No! You’re not! You’re him—trying to trick me into opening my eyes! It’s not going to work! I know better than to trust audio illusions. Stay away from me!”

“Natty, please. Touch my hand. Feel the scar on the back of it. You remember how I got it? You were twelve. Roughhousing with your brother in the clearing. I got between you two when you were getting too nasty. Your claw got me in the paw, and scarred my hand. Remember? Tactile illusions are impossible. Please, sweet baby girl, just touch the back of my hand.” He reached out and wrapped his hand around his daughter’s small, petite hand, lowering her fingers—struggling as she was—to brush her fingertips over the scar on his hand.

Her eyes flew open when she felt it. His mate’s eye color looking back at him. “Dad!” she whispered. She surged forward and threw her arms around his neck. He felt her shaking. She sobbed into his shoulder. “Dad—I was so scared. How did you find me?”

“I’ll always find you, baby girl. You’re my daughter, and you’re my beta. I could track you from the other side of the world if I had to.”

Natalie sobbed, clinging to David for dear life. “Dad—he’s a vampire. And he’s old. I don’t know how old. I—I couldn’t—I’m so sorry—I wasn’t strong enough—couldn’t fight him off—”

David held onto her, rocking her back and forth. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. We’ll find a way to get you out of here,” he soothed. “It’s not that you weren’t strong enough, I promise, sweet baby girl.” He stroked her hair, rocking his daughter, holding onto her like she’d dissolve into dust if he let her go. Her fists balled into the back of his shirt.

Unbridled fury filled David as he heard her squeak and bury her face into his shoulder. “He’s coming,” she whispered, voice shaking. “He’s coming and he’s gonna hurt you. Because you found me.”

“He can try,” David growled. “I’m going to try to get you away from these chains. Keep your eyes closed, baby. I’m gonna shift.”

Natalie nodded into his shoulder. She let go of her dad and huddled on the ground.

It pissed David off to see his strong, confident, sweet daughter so terrified. So shrunken. He ground his teeth and shifted. Natalie twitched at the sound of shifting magic, but didn’t open her eyes.

It was easier than he thought to break the chains while in wolf form. A fierce sense of satisfaction flooded him each time a weak link broke.

The four chains—two on the collar, and two on the ankle shackle—broke before the vampire entered the room.

David put himself between his daughter and the door, teeth bared and growling, as it was thrown open.

The vampire who strode in looked like he was fifteen at the oldest. Frizzy red hair hung toward his shoulders and he clapped slowly. He was dressed like it was still the 1920′s. “Oh, well done, alpha,” he said, a light British accent coloring his words. “I’ll have to let Thomas know that he lost the bet. He thought it would take you at least a week to find your precious pup. Glad to see my guess of three days was more accurate.”

David snarled, lowering into a position that was primed to leap at a moment’s notice.

The vampire tutted. “Now, now,” he chided. “A shifter in his fifties doesn’t stand a chance against a vampire who passed two-hundred decades ago. Stand down, alpha.”

David barked.

A moment later, the mental link flared to life. David!

—

Tank, David’s voice greeted. Are you and Sam on your way?

Obviously.

Where’s Micah?

Watching Rosalind with Vincent and his partner. Sam and I wouldn’t let her come with us. After Natalie was taken the whole clan went on red alert.

I’d imagine nothing less. William is a good king.

I grunted agreement, following a few paces behind Sam. I was a damn good tracker, but no shifter could track as well as a vampire, and even in wolf form it was hard to keep up with him.

Hurry. I don’t know how long I can hold off a two-hundred-plus-year-old vamp on my own while trying to protect Natalie, David said. If she wasn’t here, maybe. But I can’t risk her getting any more hurt.

We’re almost there. I’m going to tell Sam to get Natalie out. You and me can handle the vamp.

I heard almost a chuckle from David. Like the old days?

Hell yeah.

I shifted back to human form mid-bound. “Sam!” I said. He halted and whirled.

“What is it, darlin’?”

“When we get there, you grab Natalie and get her to safety. Let David and I handle the vamp.”

“Darlin’—”

“Trust us, Sam. Please?”

Sam sighed. “Of course.”

I nodded and shifted, running past him. He zipped ahead of me within seconds, both of us following David’s scent trail.

Sam preceded me into the warehouse. It was dark—but that would have only made a difference if I was in human form. Shifted wolves had pretty decent night vision.

Miss us? I asked David as I leapt on the vampire from behind. They were still in a standoff. Sam used the vampire’s distraction to rush toward David and Natalie.

Took you long enough, David replied, though there was no actual bite to the words. Just a wry sarcasm.

I huffed out my nose, biting at the vampire.

He dodged out from under me, blasted past Sam and David, and grabbed Natalie by a chain hanging off of her—

Neck.

The bastard had collared her.

“Ah-ah-ah!” the vampire scolded, yanking Natalie so she was kneeling on the cracked, dusty concrete. Natalie yipped, scrabbling at the collar with useless fingers. I got low, preparing to pounce, growling and snarling. David did the same. “On your knees, all of you!”

He pulled tighter on the chain, cutting off Natalie’s ragged breathing. She gagged. Her eyes were clenched shut.

“Human form. Now! Or she suffocates.”

Tank. Shift back, David said.

We can take him!

I know. But I can’t risk Natalie.

Growling, I shifted back. David did too.

“On. Your. Knees.” The vampire’s fangs extended in his mouth. Even in the darkness of the warehouse, I could see those silver eyes—that held none of Sam’s warmth—darkening to black.

Oh God—if he fed on Natalie I’d tear him to shreds—

Sam was the first to get on his knees, not looking happy about it in the slightest. I ground my teeth and knelt beside him. Natalie was going blue in the face. Her neck was swollen around the collar’s edges. David was staring at her, not even looking at the vampire.

“Dad, no!” Natalie choked out. The vampire yanked on the chain and she whined. A wolf pup’s whine in a human throat. My vision swam with red. My daughter’s best friend—my brother’s baby—

David knelt.

The vampire started laughing. He loosened the tension on Natalie’s chain somewhat. She gasped for air, sagging forward. Her arms hit the ground so she was supported on all fours. She coughed.

“Well, well. Look at this. An alpha made to kneel,” the vampire crooned. “Does it just kill you, alpha? Seeing your little, tiny, pathetic excuse for a beta subdued so easily? How disappointed must you be, reduced to your knees for the sake of such a small—” He stopped, eyebrows lowering. I glanced at Sam, then David. Was this the moment to attack? Sam shook his head. David seemed to agree.

The vampire pulled Natalie back up so he could see her face, looking between her and David.

A malicious fanged grin spread over his too-young face for the sadism in his eyes. “Ohhhhh! Now we’re getting somewhere!” he exclaimed. “She’s not just your beta—this one is your daughter!” He started to laugh harder. “Oh—I see the resemblance! She has your nose.”

David growled.

“Ah-ah. None of that.” The vampire tugged on the chain. Natalie yelped.

—

David felt a hand tap gently against his shoulder blade. He glanced at Tank, the only other person to his left. They hadn’t moved. They were still glaring at the vampire.

For a moment, he couldn’t fathom why someone was touching—

Oh, God, he thought. He’s going to get himself killed.

The pressure disappeared from his shoulder blade. David didn’t dare say anything. Vampire hearing was too sensitive.

“Just let her go,” he said to the vampire instead. “She’s innocent.”

“Exactly!” the vampire retorted. “Your little pack-clan alliance combo has meddled a little too much in our business. So this is how we warn you to back—off.”

“Please,” David said. “Take me instead. You can do whatever you want to me. Just let my pack member and their mate take her home.” He nodded at Tank and Sam.

“Dad, no!” Natalie repeated. Her voice was raspy and she looked exhausted.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby,” David said. He was watching her carefully.

The sleeve of her T-shirt pressed against her arm.

She fell through the collar, into something solid, but invisible, keeping her upright. Tank jolted beside David.

Before the vampire could even react, Natalie had shifted and pounced in the same movement.

Tank was a wolf in the next instant and Sam was running forward.

David shifted and bounded forward.

By the time he, Tank, and Sam reached Natalie and the vampire, his neck was in her jaws and Danny Greer had decloaked, backing out of her way. David didn’t know when Danny had become powerful enough to phase objects, but apparently it happened recently.

Natalie, David said, you’re exhausted. Let us take care of this.

Natalie didn’t respond. Her jaws clenched tighter around the vampire’s neck and she growled low in her chest.

Her claws lashed at the vampire, tearing long holes in his 1920′s outfit.

You—tortured—me—for—three—days—you—bastard, her thoughts echoed down the mental link. Now—you’ll—pay—for—messing—with—a—Shaw!

David pushed himself between his daughter and the vampire as Tank leapt over them both, snapping their jaws at the man who’d kept Natalie captive. Baby, don’t, David ordered urgently. You don’t need killing him to be on your conscience forever.

He tortured me!

I know! But let me, Tank, and Sam subdue him and turn him in to the Department.

Natalie growled, but took a step back. David met Danny’s eyes and nodded at Natalie.

Danny took the cue to rush over to her, and put his hands in her fur. “Natty, come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, pulling her toward the door. She reluctantly let him tug her away.

David whirled around and joined the fight with Tanker and Sam.

—

“Natty!” I shrieked as David, Danny, Tank, Sam, and Natalie came through the front door of the house. Danny and Sam were spotless—despite the blood on Sam’s clothing—but David, Tank, and Natalie were bloody.

“Angel,” Davey breathed upon seeing me. “She’s okay. She’s safe now.”

Sam guided Natalie to the living room couch and sat her down. “Alright, Nat,” he said gently. “Can I start takin’ care-a that bruisin’ on your neck?”

Natalie looked like she was going to pass out any second as she shrugged. “Sure.”

“Mind if I touch?”

“Just be gentle. It’s... swollen. It hurts.”

“I know, kiddo. I’ll be as soft as I can.”

Sam started pressing his fingertips lightly to her neck. She fell asleep before the first burst of magic even touched her wounds.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Pups AU #Redacted David #Natalie Shaw #David Shaw #Redacted Sam #David #Sam Collins #Redacted Darlin'#Sam #Darlin’#Danny Greer #Redacted Angel #Angel #Starlit Fic

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roleplaying-memes · 3 years

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ASSORTED LYRIC STARTERS: PART 3

part one | part two

“Why do all the monsters come out at night?”

“I don’t mind if you fuck up my life.”

“You’re the only one I see.”

“Why am I a sucker for all of your lies?”

“Everything looks worse at night.”

“I don’t care who I might hurt along the way.”

“Tell me that you love me. Even if it’s fake.”

“I broke an unfair share of hearts.”

“I’m no good for you.”

“I’m a killer.”

“If I’m choosing wrong, I don’t care.”

“I don’t care at all.”

“We need some space.”

“I feel for you.”

“I want to change.”

“Whatever happens in the future, trust in destiny.”

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning.”

“What the hell are morals?”

“Tell me how you’re only thinking of yourself.”

“Show me how you justify telling all your lies.”

“Listen, mark my words. One day, you will pay.”

“You sink your teeth into the people you depend on.”

“You’re quite the problem.”

“I smell the blood of a petty little coward.”

“You’ve always been a huge piece of shit.”

“If I could kill you, I would.”

“Burn in hell!”

“You have trust issues.”

“Why’d you come?”

“I tried to warn you just to stay away.”

“It looks like you might be one of us.”

“I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

“It’s never the right time.”

“I win every single game.”

“Only alone I will cry.”

“In all chaos, there is calculation.”

“You’ve been drinking like the world is going to end.”

“Someone’s gotta go.”

“I promise we’re/I’m/they’re not mean.”

“We’re/I’m/They’re coming for blood.”

“Glory and gore go hand in hand.”

“We/I let out battles choose us/me.”

“No one around here’s good at keeping their eyes closed.”

“I don’t ever think about death.”

“I guess we’re really fighting ourselves.”

“Secretly you love this.”

“Do you even want to go free?”

“She’s/He’s/They’re/I’m sweet but a psycho.”

“You’re just like me.”

“You’re out of your mind!”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t love the pain.”

“Don’t stay awake for too long.”

“Don’t go to bed.”

“I’ve been thinking of our future because I’ll never see those days.”

“I don’t know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it.”

“I tried my best.”

“You know that I’m not perfect.”

“I’ve been praying for forgiveness.”

“I hope I go to heaven so I see you once again.”

“My life was kind of short, but I got so many blessings.”

“I’m happy that you’re here with me.”

“I’m sorry if I tear up.”

“I’m sorry that you have to lose me.”

“Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost.”

“I’d rather be the hunter than the prey.”

“The end is upon us.”

“I’m going to make it.”

“I was born to run.”

“I was born for this.”

“I love the adrenaline in my veins.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I love how it feels when I break the chains.”

“I want to be invisible.”

“When I’m trying to be myself, it isn’t so simple anymore.”

“No matter what I do, I’ll never be like all the others.”

“Most people really don’t get me.”

“I see the way they look at me.”

“She/He/They/You were the only one who had my back when everyone else did not.”

“All I wanted was you.”

“I love the way you’re screaming my name.”

“I’ll give you my permission.”

“You’ll always be forgiven.”

“You give love a bad name.”

“You promised me heaven, then put me through hell.”

“When passion’s a prison, you can’t break free.”

“You’re a loaded gun.”

“There’s nowhere to run.”

“No one can save me.”

“The damage is done.”

“I didn’t come for a fight, but I will fight to the end.”

“I love the way you hurt me.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“The truth catches up with us eventually.”

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cafecourage · 3 years

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The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 1

Because this was my first time doing this I went a little crazy. If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Time:

- It had been welcomed with open arms.

- You two are literally the opposite but also very similar. Time is calm and stoic. You are chaotic and loud. But both of you are very cryptic.

- You’re the only person in the kingdom of hyrule currently that remembers what he had gone through. He feels like he can trust you with anything.

- It’s started with a slip up by wind and just spiraled out of control.

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Time was discussing the groups inventory with Twilight and Wild when it happens. A small slip of the tongue followed by a laughter that could be mistaken as a fairy chime. He looked over to see your bright smile shining through under your hood. In front of you was the target of your amusement, the youngest link.

“That’s so cute!” You exclaimed to the horror of Wind, who was red in embarrassment. “Wait who’s dad?”

“Can we let this go?” The teen was covering his face now.

“It’s Time.” Four said without looking up from his book. Utter chaos broke loose in camp with just a few words. A chorus of any forms of agreement was making you laugh even harder. Time though covering up his true feelings about the situation was very lost. While yes, he acknowledged that he had slowly became the father figure of the group. That title didn’t involve you.

Unless…

“Time! I didn’t know we were married!” You bounced over to their leader looking at him with a playful smirk.

A life with you flashes in his head.

There could be a small cottage farm surrounded by the forest that reminding him of his old family and home. You could take care of the garden while he could take care the animals. In a few years the two of you might just have a few kids running around. Playing with each other without a care in the world. No more fighting. No more traveling. Just a simple lifestyle with a tight knit family. It looked peaceful. Everything he would want.

“You should have told me.” He was brought back to the present by your face looking up at him expectedly.

“I thought you knew.” He said super seriously. “We’ve got to raise nine children together already.”

“Hey! I raised you during the war old man!” Warriors called out from across camp.

“You’re the uncle then!” (Y/n) countered “I already say Twilight is our first born!” You declared pointing to Time’s flustered descendent. The rest of the conversation was tuned out as he went back to his thoughts once more.

Time lived longer than most of the heroes here by age 11. Yet not once did he stop to think about a future and family. He was so busy trying to keep out of hero work that it just slipped. Yet see you with the other heroes, knowing now that you were just as much a parental figure to the others as him. It made his softer just thinking about it and he welcomed that warm fuzzy feeling with open arms.

Reaching out he brush’s hair out of your face to kiss your temple. “I’ll propose to you properly later.” He said in a teasing tone to suggest he was only joking to hide the truth in that statement. Seeing your entire face flush red was really worth it.

“Gross Mom and Dad are flirting!”

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- He’ll never once tell you straight if he liked you or was just playing along with the ongoing joke that the chain has.

- This time instead of you observing him. He wants to see how far he can go until confessing.

- It drives you crazy. Since you can’t get a read on him. You attempt to flirt back in retaliation. However, it always ends with you being the most flustered.

- Who knew the Old Man had it in him?

Twilight:

- It became a melancholic hopeless feeling that spiral out of control.

- He already had his heartbroken by someone before and he knows he shouldn’t get attached to you too.

- Yet he can’t stop himself from wanting to be near you. He heard you so clearly before.

- Now that he can actually speak to you directly, he wants to get to know his other travel companion more.

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Being alone in the forest with you wasn’t what Twilight planned when dropped in a different Hyrule but here you two where. You offered to go on patrol with him when the others were setting up camp claiming it was too see if you could identify the era. It didn’t matter since Twilight enjoyed your company no matter what. The lack of conversation between the two of you didn’t bother him. If anything, it felt the most natural. Only a few words were needed for the two of you to understand each other. “Do you mind if I use my wolf form?” Twilight asked fiddling with the chain that attached to the shadow crystal around his neck.

You paused to think about it. “I mean you can. But be aware I will baby talk you.”

This got Twilight to stop walking. Maybe he lied. He doesn’t need a few words to understand your thought process. “Excuse me?”

“I can’t control myself around cute creatures.” You simply stated like it was the most obvious thing.

Instead, Twilight was burning up. You thought his wolf form was cute? Of all things you used that word? What did you think of human Twilight if you thought like that? Did he want to even know? He was searching for any way to take this conversation but it all lead to dead ends. “Cute?” Was all he could ask. His voice pitching up as he got flustered.

“Yeah?” You looked at him just as confused as he was. “Wolves are just like big dogs and to be honest you look more like a giant dog then a wolf.” Your explanation did not help at all with his situation. “If it makes you feel better you’re very handsome as a Hylian and also built like an go-“

Twilights brain was malfunctioning he couldn’t hear any more of what you had to say about him. He grabbed on to the shadow crystal, turning into his wolf form he ran. He didn’t hear you call out his name in surprise.

Hylia, what was wrong with him? You were just a friend. A very blunt yet gentle friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. Why was his heart racing so much? He had heard you shower him in complements before while on his first adventure. But hearing you say it to his face with no shame whatsoever was a different story.

Twilight knew what these feelings were and deep down he really wanted to act on them. But was it ok? Was his heart finally healing from his last love? Twilight was already aware this time that you had to leave at some point. He didn’t need to act on them despite wanting to. He could just be your friend and continue the relationship like that.

His heart was already breaking a second time.

Twilight was in love you and it was driving him crazy.

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- Like Time, Twilight isn’t going to tell you about his feelings. Instead, he is going to forever pine for you.

- It’s going to be a slow process and you need to be aware that he will get hurt if you’re going to go back home.

- He’ll see you off with a smile, but as soon as your gone he will break.

Warriors:

- It was full of denial and fear.

- He went through the receiving end of someone’s obsessive love.

- And it doesn’t help that you’ve watched over their adventures. He vowed to not get that close to you.

- There was a need to destroy the endearing feeling he sees when you smile at him.

- Yet seeing you with a sad far out look on your face makes him scramble to your side to find out what’s wrong.

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It was just the two of you. Weaving throughout the crowds of castle town. You were currently in Four’s Era and in the middle of the Picori festival. The group was long spilt up, leaving Warriors alone with the dimensional traveler. Soon even (Y/n) was walking away from him. He didn’t know why he followed, the argument in his head was telling him that it was so they didn’t get lost. Yet there was a part of him that knew that wasn’t it.

“Where are you going anyway?” He thought to finally ask as you reached a quieter area. “It’s going to be hard to spend time in the festival from here.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” You were a bit snappy today, “shouldn’t you find someone else to hang out with?” Warriors just shrugged as you slowed your pace down to pause in front of the small river that ran through castle town. The silence now filled with the rushing of water as you sat on the bridge.

Against his better judgement Warriors sat next to you. Finally, he got to talk to you one on one but the normally impulsive and excitable person Warrior’s grew to expect had changed in that moment.

You looked so tired.

“Hey Link?” You finally called out to him “I know I shouldn’t ask you this but…” hesitation was new to your character. “How do I even start?” You rake a hand through your hair. Sweeping a part of your hair out of your eyes. “Was I ever helpful during your Adventure?”

Oh… Oh he really wasn’t the right person for this talk.

You look back you and towards the festival and he followed your gaze. From where they were he could only spot a few of his party members. Wind was with Legend and Hyrule playing some of the stall games. While Four was with his Zelda holding hands as she pulled him further into the crowd. “Last time I saw this festival it ended up destroyed by Vaati.” The wind mage was only brought up a few times by Four. All Warriors really knew was that the villain was supposed to be sealed away by the Four Sword, and that his power was connected by the dark mirror. “I found myself wondering if my presence even mattered.” Your shoulder slumped in defeat as you curled into yourself.

The instant need to comfort shot through Warriors. He wanted to reach out. He fought the urge to hold you. He bites his tongue when he started to think of embellished words to make you feel better.

What was wrong with him?

Warriors had to say something though. “I don’t know about Four or the others.” He didn’t even think about your presence in his adventure too much. If anything, he actively tried not to think about it. Here you were though a person and not a figment of in his imagination. “During the war, your voice and presence is what broke the tension. The moments that could have been my lowest, you were there saying things that I wanted to repeat out loud.” There was a fondness while he was looking back at the memories. From the moment he ran on the battle field foolishly as a trainee soldier. His pride grew upon hearing your praise and surprise when seeing him fight for the first time. To your excitement while meeting his friends from the other Eras. He shared your sentiments about Mask as you cooed over the child as Warriors fought by his side. Then your anger, disgust and pity towards Cia. While on his side, your empathetic nature had you morning during her passing. These where just the tip of the iceberg.

Just having someone voice out mutual thoughts on a situation helps when you can’t do it on your own. You feel crazy thinking the way you do. “With you there it’s like you always have someone by your side cheering you on and supporting you.” He paused to look at you. Conflicting emotions clashing together. You turn to look at him, your eyes only briefly visible through your bangs. Curiosity and guilt were swarming with in them. “I’m not the person to talk to about this.” He finally admitted out loud. “But I would be lying if I said your presence wasn’t important to us.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Was that not what he was supposed to say? Warriors tried to stay calm under your gaze.

You let out a huff of laughter covering your mouth and turning away from him a bit to calm down. “I didn’t think about it like that.” There was a pause where you looked back at the festive before turning back to smiling softly at him. “Thanks Cap.”

The smile that you had on your lips had Warriors stomach do back flips. A blush decorated his face as he turns away. “It’s something that should have been said a while ago.” He manages to say without stuttering.

You were really pretty.

The sound of a picto box followed by winds snickering, was ignored when the thought had just register in his head. He finally realized how far he fell for you.

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- one by one his defenses lowered.

- With every smiled sent his way, with every laugh that he earned. He found himself wanting more.

- He slowly opens up, a slow process but it wasn’t as scary as he thought it was going to be.

- A teasing nickname here. A gentle touch there. He realizes he has gone too far.

(Part 2)

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 9

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The shared pain of both might have been easier for Derek to handle, but as a human - it was taking everything I had to stay awake.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Derek called, gritting his teeth at the movement in his wrists. I looked up slowly but my head dropped back down again.

“I’m so tired.” I hummed sleepily.

“Don’t give up!” He shouted, “You can’t. Because you didn’t give up on me!”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “I’m a real hardass, aren’t I?”

“Come on” Derek jerked at his restraints, “Come on!” My body went slack, and the last thing I heard was a loud rumbling roar cutting through the air.

The space I was in was empty, dark and clouded. The only thing was a purple glowing path. I started down the path, seeing people along the path, watching as I walked.

I saw my mom and Dad, they were worried looking around, soot and ash covered their faces and clothes.

“(Y/N)?!” Mom called.

“Sweetie, where are you?!” Dad shouted, keeping close to mom.

“I’m right here-” I tried to reach out to them but my fingers were zapped by whatever barrier was around the path. I pulled my hand back and looked at my fingers, the same glow from the path lit them up and slowly faded back to the color of my skin. I guess I can’t leave the path once I start. I walked further, realizing that what I was walking was a spiral.

The third familiar face I saw was Laura Hale. She smiled at me kindly, her eyes flashing red.

“Take care of Derek. He’s strong, but he needs someone to help him along the way. You need him too. That’s what mates do. Oh and tell him I said hi.”

“I will.”

Laura laughed under her breath, “It’s good to see you again, (Y/N).” She turned, walking away.

“Again? Have we…met before?” She was gone, a wisp in the shadows. All I could do was keep going.

In the middle of the spiral, there were two other paths that met there. I stepped on the connection and the paths brightened from a purple to a while. That’s when I realized that I had been walking on a giant triskelion, the symbol of the Hale family.

“(Y/N), come on, wake up.” I heard a voice called. I opened my eyes slowly, Scott was lightly tapping my face.

“Scott?” I whispered. He laughed, bending down to untie my restraints and helping me into a standing position. I leaned on Scott, blinked slowly, then finally looked around. The man who was sent in to torture us was on the ground, out cold. Looking around again, I saw Derek who had one arm out of his restraints.

“You gotta help me with this.” He motioned to the shackle. Scott helped me move over closer, leaning me up against the wall.

“No.” Scott said.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Not until you tell me how to stop Peter.”

“You really want to talk about this right now?”

“He’s going after Allison and her family. He’s going to kill them.”

“So what!? We need to get her out of here.” He motioned to me. At that moment, the pain started up again.

“So tell me how to stop him.”

“You can’t! Alright, now!” Derek pulled on the shackle, “I don’t know when Kate’s coming back, just get me out of this right now! Get me out right now!!”

"Promise you’ll help me.” Scott was adamant, but he wasn’t usually this stubborn without a reason.

“You’re gonna risk our lives for your girlfriend, huh? For your stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing?! You’re not in love, Scott! You’re sixteen years old! You’re a child!”

He nodded, “Maybe you’re right. But I know something you don’t. Peter said he didn’t know what he was doing when he killed your sister, right?” He pulled a picture out of his pocket, it was a dead deer with a spiral on its side.

“Remember this? This is what brought your sister back to Beacon Hills, right?”

“My boss told me, three months ago, somebody came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture. Do you wanna know who it was?” Derek just stared.

“Where did you get that?”

“Peter’s nurse. They brought your sister here so he could kill her and become the alpha, and that’s why you’re going to help me!”

Derek gripped onto the shackle chain and breathed heavily. Clearly upset that it was true that his Uncle killed his sister on purpose, not on accident.

Scott turned around, “Just say that you’ll help me and I’ll help unlock your other-” He was cut off by the sound of the chain breaking Derek’s other restraint. His anger was running through him like wildfire and his anger lit the flame in me to keep going. He finally saw the truth.

Derek rubbed his wrist, "I’ll help you.” I smiled at him.

“Laura said hi.” I said softly. Derek inhaled deeply and nodded, licking his bottom lip. Derek took me in his arms, and we all went up out of the cellar and outside.

After walking a while, we made it to the house. I was walking at this point, getting some strength back. We had rushed out of the cellar in case we met Kate along the way. I felt the familiar terrible feeling in my chest and grabbed Derek’s hand. He looked back at me, and through the connection we had he understood.

“Hold on.” Derek stopped us all, “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know, it’s- it’s kind of like it’s-”

"No, no, no, don’t say ‘too easy’! People say 'too easy’ and bad things happen.” Scott warned, “What you think fighting was too easy? Getting away from Allison’s dad, none of this has been easy!“

"Fine. You’re right.” He said, I gripped his hand tighter.

“Phew.” Scott sighed. As the air left his mouth, a whistling sound preceded an arrow shooting through Derek’s back. My shoulder jerked, feeling the force of the arrow go through him. Derek fell to the ground, pulling me with him. Looking behind us, I saw Kate with her new protégé: Allison. Allison notched another arrow. As Derek stood again, another arrow shot through his leg. I cried out, going down with him.

“Scott! Your eyes!” Derek called, squeezing his eyes shut. Scott and I helped Derek to his feet, fighting through the gas that could knock all of us out. Another arrow whistled, this time the pain I felt in my side was real. I cried out, falling forward. Derek’s arm kept me from hitting the ground. We made it to an area where Derek could remove both arrows in him, and mine.

“Shit.” I cursed, pressing my hand to my side.

Derek stood, grabbing Scott by his collar, “Come on!” He pulled us to the Hale house, limping all the way. He eventually fell just in front of the house, shoving Scott and I ahead. I looked back, seeing Allison stalking towards us.

“Allison, I can explain-” Scott pleaded.

“Stop lying.” Allison’s voice held no emotion what-so-ever, “For once, stop lying."

Scott backed away as she got closer, "I was going to tell you at the Formal, I was gonna tell you everything. Everything that I said, everything that I did-”

“Was to protect me.” She finished.

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Oh thank god, now shoot him before I have to shoot myself.” Kate groaned as she walked up on us, pulling a gun from her belt.

“You said we were just gonna catch them.” Allison said, the sight of the gun seemed to frighten her.

“We did that. Now we’re gonna kill them.” Kate aimed at Derek, shooting him as he lay helpless on the ground.

“DEREK!” I shouted, trying to move towards him, but Kate aimed the pistol directly at me, I backed away hesitantly. Tears streaming down my already tear stained cheeks. She turned the pistol on Scott.

“I loved those brown eyes.” Kate sighed, finger on the trigger.

“He’s just a kid!” I shouted, moving to get the gun from her when another voice entered.

“Kate!” The voice’s origin appeared from the shadows and there stood Chris Argent, “I know what you did. Put the gun down."

“I did what I was told to do.” She excused herself.

“No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house. Ones who were human. Look what you’re doing now, you’re holding a gun at a sixteen year old boy. No proof he’s spilled human blood. We go by the code. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.”

“We hunt those who hunt us.” Allison whispered. Kate still didn’t move her gun.

Chris pulled one on her, “Put the gun down.” He shot off a round, “Before I put you down.“ The gun he was using looked…so familiar.

“Whatcha doin’, daddy?” I asked, peaking my head over his work bench. Dad was etching a carving into the side of one of those guns mommy said I couldn’t touch because they were dangerous. He was drawing a pretty picture of a dog and the sun.

“Just something for a friend, sweetie.” He looked down at me over his glasses, “Now go run along.”

My father made guns for Chris Argent…

“Allison, get back.” Chris commanded. Allison, Scott and I moved away from the entrance of the house. Chris and Kate pointed their pistols towards the door.

“What is it?” Allison whispered, her voice trembled.

"It’s the alpha.” Scott replied. We all stood there, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. Allison pulled her bow, aiming towards the door. Scott shifted into his wolf form. I moved away from the group, with no weapon I just moved back, leaning against a tree. I felt at my side, blood still trickled down my side but now as much as it was before.

In a flash, something darted from the house, towards the group. Everyone scattered, nowhere to run. Allison made her way towards me, keeping her arm steady, ready to shoot.

Chris shouted, knocked off his feet, Allison and I were next. The impact of the fall worsened my wounds. Scott followed as Peter knocked us all to the ground faster than we could anticipate. Now it was just Kate who stood alone.

“COME ON!” She shouted in the dark, “COME ON!” In an instant, Peter was with her. He grabbed her wrist and shot off his gun as he broke her arm. She screamed in pain. His hand moved to her throat, throwing her towards the house. He flashed to her side, dragging her into the house.

“No!” Allison shouted.

“Allison, stop!” I groaned, following her inside. She didn’t realize what danger she was putting herself in, no matter how angry she was at Scott, she couldn’t take on an alpha werewolf by herself.

Allison stood in front of Peter who held his claws to Kate’s throat.

“She is beautiful, Kate.” He remarked casually, “She looks like you.” He pressed the tips of his claws against her throat, making her gasp, “But not as damaged. So I’m going to give you a chance to save her.“

Peter was shaking from his anger, “Apologize.” He commanded, “Say that you’re sorry for decimating my family. For leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it. And I’ll let her live."

"I’m sorry.” Kate muttered, letting her pride slip away at the danger her niece was in.

Peter’s face did not move, her hands trembling as he quickly dragged his claws across her jugular. Blood spraying across Allison’s face. I watched Kate’s shocked face, the light going out of her eyes. Her body fell to the floor.

Peter sighed in relief, a smile on his face, “I don’t know about you, Allison but that apology…didn’t sound very sincere.” Scott appeared, standing his ground in front of Allison, Derek followed, both in the werewolf form.

“Run.” Scott said to us. Allison made it out but Peter blocked the door as I tried to follow.

“No, let (Y/N) stay. After all, this is her future.” Peter grinned, as I backed up towards the staircase. Scott and Derek circled Peter while he looked vaguely like he was enjoying the situation. They both growled and lunged towards Peter, but both were repelled away. Derek threw a punch, but was tossed up into a ceiling beam and thrown into a fallen piano. I fell against the stairs, feeling every impact. My ears were buzzing with voices: Mom, Dad, Stiles, Uncle Noah, Kate. I pressed my hands to my heart praying it would stop. Flashes of triskelions, my parents, and wolves appeared in my mind every time I tried to close my eyes.

Scott jumped onto Peter’s back but was instantly thrown off. Both beta on the ground. Seeing Derek and Scott there, looking up at Peter in fear just made something inside me scream.

I couldn’t remember moving over to them, but I stood in front of both of them, separating them and Peter.

“(Y/N), get out of here!” Derek shouted, his fear touching my new courage but not enough to make it waver.

“I’m not letting you hurt them.” I glared. Peter only laughed.

“Ahh, this was always something I admired about you. You have so much fighting spirit. But I’m afraid the fun is over.” He went to grab me, but was confused when my hand made it to his first. His wrist trembled to move, but only stayed put in my grasp. He looked from his wrist to my eyes, confusion spreading across his face.

Later, I would not be able to describe the feelings I had when this…snap finally happened. But it was like a dam went off inside of me, everything fell into place, and the wolf inside of me came to light.

In his shocked eyes, I saw the reflection of mine that burned bright red, “I said, I’m not letting you hurt them.” I kicked him in the stomach, sending him through a wall. My breathing was heavy, my gums aching as fangs grew. I looked over my shoulder at the two, both of them shocked.

Peter stood back up, cracking his neck to the side, “A surprise, I like surprises.” His voice became a disembodied growl.

Perhaps I got cocky, because I lunged at him again, but this time he got the upper hand. His claws ripping through fabric and the skin of my stomach, then tossing me through a window. I landed hard on my back, gritting my teeth together. I was pulled to the side by Chris Argent, he kneeled down, trying to hide the surprise on his face when he saw my eyes.

Peter grabbed Scott by the collar, lifting him through the air. I tried to get up again but stopped, this new wound from the alpha was making it harder for my body to heal itself. Scott kicked himself off of the alpha, flipping backwards. Peter stumbled back as Scott landed on his knees. The beast prepared to lunge at Scott again when everyone’s heads turned in the direction of a car horn. Jackson’s Porsche pulled up, Stiles and Jackson exiting. He ran forward, throwing a jar towards the beast. Peter caught the jar, growling towards him.

“Oh damn.” Stiles squeaked.

“Allison!” Scott called, throwing Allison her bow. She caught it, loaded and hit her mark. Glass breaking and Peter going up in flames. He roared, trying to put out the flames but because of the chemical reaction, they only continued to rage. He roared, making a final run towards Allison, trying to take her out with him. Scott got in his way, kicking him away. Peter was thrown back, falling on his knees.

Peter Hale fell to the ground, ending his murder spree the way it started - burned and broken. The only thing we could hear was his sputtering and coughing as his lungs fought for air.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles ran forward, hugging me tightly. I grunted as he put pressure on my wound but I hugged him back. I can’t imagine how worried he was, how worried he had been since this whole thing started.

“Wait!” Scott shouted. I pulled away from Stiles, seeing Derek kneeling over Peter, his claws raised. Derek stopped, looking back at him. Derek’s adrenaline was running wild.

“You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I’m dead. Her father, her family- what am I supposed to do?”

“You’ve… already… decided…” Peter choked out, “I can smell it on you…!” Whether Derek liked it or not, Derek had decided to kill him, finally closing the chapter of justice for Laura.

“Wait! No, no! Don’t!” Scott pleaded, but we all watched Derek slash Peter’s throat and Peter’s last breath slipped out.

“I’m the alpha now.” Derek’s voice was a growl, his eyes red. I started walking towards them when I heard Stiles gasp. He looked down at his shirt, seeing the blood stains that had come from my stomach. I looked down, still seeing the blood and now a black liquid had appeared.

“Well, that’s not good.” I swallowed and stumbled back into what felt like a brick wall. But it was Derek behind me, holding me up. Stiles rushed forward, but stopped short when Derek growled.

“Hey,” I slurred, slapping Derek lightly with the back of my hand, “Stop that. I just need to.. need to lay down.” I closed my eyes, slipping off to sleep.

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So Much For “I love you”-Part One

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a girl that soon realized her world was about to come crashing down all because of a blue-eyed wolf…

(Y/N)= Your Name (Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Requested: Yes (A long time ago, I might add)

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(Y/N) POV:

*Then*

“Isaac I can’t just leave. What about the pack, what about my family” I exclaim. He walks towards me a soft look evident on his face, he takes a hold of my hand and interlocks them together. I sigh and move away from leaving him confused.

“I know this is a lot to handle, Isaac. We’re all still hurting but you can’t expect me to up and go. I love you, Isaac, I do. But I can’t leave not now not ever” I explain.

“ (Y/N) I know you don’t wanna leave Scott, the pack, and your family. But you, Scott…Derek you three are the only family that I have left and I can’t watch you die in my arms, (Y/N). So please” Isaac pleads.

“Isaac…"I whisper. I take his hand and place it on my cheek comforting the distressed wolf.

"I’m not Allison… I miss her so much, she was always there for me whenever I needed her… I miss her, Isaac just as much as you do but I’m not her. I’m me…(Y/N) (Y/L/N), your girlfriend. She’s a human girl with a human family. That gets average grades and is hopelessly in love with a guy named Isaac freaking Lahey” I begin to say ever so softly. A tear escapes slowly streaming down my face.

“And if he loves me as much as I love him… He won’t leave me here alone, he won’t make me go somewhere I don’t want to go because if he truly loves me he’ll stay and fight beside me till we fall to the ground cause we were protecting someone that mattered” I continue to say.

“I can’t leave them here, my family is human, Isaac. They can’t fight like me, they can’t heal like you or Scott. So they need me to protect from whatever danger is coming their way because they matter to me” I finished. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face.

“And you matter to me… (Y/N) please don’t make me go without you” Isaac cries.

“Then don’t go” I respond.

“It’s not that simple (Y/N)” Isaac says.

“But me leaving my family is. What made you think that I was just going to leave my family, my friends, my hometown…I can’t, I don’t think I have the strength to leave” I reply. He looks at me in defeat, the look of desperation washes over his facial features.

“You mean everything to me, Isaac. And I love you to the moon and back but all of this is too much to ask an emotionally wrecked girl. I lost my best friend, I almost lost Stiles tonight I don’t wanna lose him again, he’s like a brother to me Isaac” I cry. I cup his face, everything slowly becomes drawn out as I look into the icy blue eyes.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I’m not going to stay here and watch you die” Isaac says. My heart breaks in two, I step away and turn around not wanting to see him.

I hear him pick his bag up off the ground. I try to block it out every little sound that he made. Everything was becoming too unbearable for my heart to handle.

“I guess this is goodbye” He says. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears. I turn to face the boy I love, my arms folded loosely across my chest.

“I guess so” I say bluntly. He drops his bag and runs towards me, his hands on my hips and our lips connected as he kissed me goodbye. I push back and fold my arms once again looking at the floor.

“Please come with me” Isaac pleads once again.

“You know I can’t do that, Isaac. Scott, my parents, Lydia…. I can’t leave, Isaac. They mean too much to me” I reply.

“(Y/N)…” Isaac says. I turn away not wanting him to see me cry.

“Please, Isaac just go, your leaving me whether I come or not. So please make this easier for my heart and leave” I yell.

“But (Y/N)…” He says. I turn around once again to face him, my emotions suddenly all over the place.

“Isaac… go” I plead. He walks towards his bag and picks it up once again. He slowly closes the door behind his eyes never leaving mine. He abruptly stops and says one more thing.

“I love you” He says and shuts the door. I collapse onto the floor in tears, my body slowly starts to become weak as I continue to repeat the love of my life leaving me. I look up at the door and replay those three words in my mind.

“I love you too” I say….

*Now*

“Hey (Y/N)”

“Hello…”

I shake my head as the sound of a very familiar voice wakes me up. I turn to look at Scott and Stiles, one gives me a concerned look and the other one looks at me annoyed.

“What?”

“The plan remember” Stiles says. I roll my eyes and lay back onto the jeep.

“Look I’m glad I’m a part of your plan, Stiles. But I’m not even sure if I wanna go to college yet” I say. He gasps at my response cause both me and Scott to laugh. I sit upright and look at the boy beside me.

“Something is seriously wrong with her. Scott what does she smell like” Stiles says. I glare at him and stick my tongue out.

“She smells...-” Scott begins to say. He looks up at the sky thinking.

“Sad, Scott I’m sad. Thought you’d be used to it by now. It's basically a common state for me” I answer.

“Whats wrong?” Scott’s ask concerned. I sigh and face the alpha next to me.

“I was thinking about the night Isaac left” I begin to say. Stiles looks at Scott with this I told you so look on his face causing me to glare at him.

“I keep asking myself what if, you know” I finish.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. My mum said to this to me when me and Allison broke up "They’re you’re first love everything will be amazing and exciting-” Scott begins to say but I cut him off.

“But you’ll end up finding someone else that’ll end up being just as amazing as the first” I finish.

“See you’re getting it” Scott says nudging me in the process. Stiles waves his arms in frustration causing both me and Scott to look at him.

“Dude the plan” Stiles says.

“Don’t worry Stiles you can have him back I’m gonna talk to little wolf anyway” I say. I jump off the jeep and walk towards a chained up Liam.

“(Y/N) you’re a part of the plan as well” Stiles yells behind me.

“Love you” I yell back casually . I stand beside Liam and look up at the sky.

“How you feeling?” I ask.

“I feel great by the way” Liam yells.

“He’s busy at the moment little wolf, Stiles is currently discussing the ‘plan’ aswe speak” I mock. Liam groans in annoyance and rests his head on the tree stump.

“Ughhhh it was only one time I seriously don’t know why I’m even here” he exclaims annoyed. I roll my eyes thinking about all the other times he’s done something stupid during the full moon.

“You sure about that” I reply with giggling. His face turns red in embarrassment as he start looking up at the the stars. I join him in this little activity thinking about the times where me and Isaac would do the same.

“The stars are quiet beautiful tonight, they just sit up there slowly burning throughout the night peacefully and without a care in the world. You know Me and Isaac use to do this all the time it was my favou-” I start to say without thinking. My eyes go wide as I fully process what I just said.

“Isaac?” Liam says while looking at me intrigued.

“Ahhhhh it’s nothing don’t worry about it little wolf, You know what I’ll meet you in the jeep” I say. I quickly walk towards the jeep and get inside. I lean back against the chair slowly sliding down my mind is filled with thoughts.

“What did he do?” Stiles asks as he walks up to the door.

“Nothing, Stiles. He done nothing” I reply.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry” he says.

“Seriously stiles don’t worry about it okay I’ll be fine” I say.

“Pfffft a nd I have a six pack with biceps the size of your head. Now come on, whats wrongs” Stiles says. I laugh at his reply and sit up in my chair.

“If you really wanna know I started thinking about my time with Isaac okay and how we’d use to look at the stars, see I told you it was nothing okay” I reply.

“Look you need to talk about him whether it’d be with me, Scott or Lydia but you need to talk about him (Y/N)” he says. I nod my head and usher him out the jeep. I lean back into the seat and close my eyes thinking about what Stiles had just said.

After a while, I get out of the jeep and sit next to Scott. They both look at me concerned looks plastered onto their face.

“I thought about what you said and you’re right. I need to talk about him so why not do it now” I say. They both send me small smiles.

“Where do I begin. Isaac was my first everything, my first love, my first kiss etcetera, etcetera. And I loved him so much… He was there for me when you were the nogitsune, Stiles” I begin to say. Scott puts his arm around my shoulders in order to comfort me.

“Things were great you know. I even saw a future with him, then everything turned sour when Ali died. She was the glue that held everything together. I didn’t know what to do after that and neither did Isaac or that’s what I thought. When he asked me to go with him I was surprised. Deep down I wanted to jump into his arms and scream yes at the top of my lungs but then I thought about you two, my family, Lydia… the pack. I begged him to stay, I begged and I begged but just like that he was gone and I was standing there cold and alone. I tried so hard to forget about him but all I do is end up missing him even more it’s like I’m going crazy and I haven’t figured out how to get over it” I finish. By this point, I was balling my eyes out. Scott was hugging me, rocking side to side as the night continues to tick away

“No matter what (Y/N) you’ve always got us okay” Scott says with a stupid grin on his face. I laugh lightly and hug them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you two, seriously” I say. I let go of the hug and chat to them for a little while as some time passes stiles begins to say something.

“Hey you think it’s been long enough” Stiles says referring to the chained up wolf.

“Yes” Liam yells. We all walk towards the little wolf, Scott puts his hand into his pocket and begins to take the keys out.

“Are you sure you’re okay” Scott asks.

“Yes, I’m fine” Liam replies.

“Well if we see your naked butt running around town again I’ll be dragging you here myself little wolf” I say with my brows raised slightly.

“I said I was hot” Liam replies.

“Yes well my grandparent didn’t appreciate seeing a particularly naked young boy running outside my house at two in the morning. Now let’s get going we got things to do”

*skip rest of car ride*

Me, Scott, Malia and Stiles finally make it to the school. We wait for Kira as she was the only one that wasn’t here.

“I’m going to get her” Scott says.

“How are you going to go through all the traffic” Stiles asks.

“I have a way. You guys go to the library, I’ll go back home and get my bike” Scott’s says. We nod our head and wave bye to Scott.

“You guys go ahead I need to do something that I haven't been able to do in a long time” I say. I play with the necklace Isaac gave me for our anniversary.

“Oh hell no. Do you really think I’m gonna-” Stiles begins to say but Malia cuts him off.

“We’ll meet you at the front of the school” Malia says. Stiles begins to protest but Malia motions her hands to the necklace. Stiles looks at it and then finally understands what I meant. They both walk away, I smile a little as they both remind me of the relationship I had with Isaac.

I walk towards the lacrosse field, my hair and clothes drenched in water. I stand there, the necklace firmly in my hand as I begin to think about the memories we made together. After a while, I look at the necklace a tear slides down my face.

“I love you and I let you go, Isaac Lahey”I throw the necklace far away. My heart finally feeling at peace. I turn around and come face to face with a man.

“You look a lot like the girl in the photo” he says. I move away from him my heart racing. I look at his hands and see long claw protruding from his fingers.

“What are you?” I ask.

“Someone wanting to know where Scott McCall is” he says. I try to run past him but he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, he then puts his claws up to my throat.

“Look I don’t know where he is okay” I say.

“Now that's a lie isn’t it” He says. He digs his claws into my throat causing me to flinch.

“You won't find him and even if you do you won’t even know what hit you” I say threatening. He chuckles and leans into my neck.

“Oh, naive little girl... just you wait and see” He whispers into my ear. We walk to the tunnel that we were under before Scott went to pick Kira up. Coincidentally both Scott and Kira were there. He growls causing the both of them to look in our direction. He pushes me out of the rain, his claws digging into my lower back.

“Hey, Kira. How was the trip?” I say trying to lighten the mood. The strange man pushes me to the side and runs at Scott and Kira. Everyone begins fighting, Kira takes out her sword while Scott takes out his claws. I crack the bone in my neck and get ready to fight.

“How cute. You all think you can actually beat me” He says. I raise my brow and pull my knives out.

“Of course we can. Afterall your just another one of our useless obstacles” I say.

I run up and attack, he dodges some of my advance causing me to attack him even more. He grabs my arms and kicks me in the stomach making me fall to the ground in pain. Scott and Kira then proceed to fight him, he pushes Scott to the side leaving Kira. She takes her sword out and slashes the air and then proceeds to attack, he easily blocks her moves and hit her back causing her to fall.

“A true alpha. Where’s your power, Scott” He says.

“Who are you?” Scott asks.

“A devoted fan. Show me the man that took down Deucalion, the man who broke the Argents. I came for that alpha, COME ON” He replies. Scott roars and then attacks him. Kira gets up and then attacks him once again but he blocks every move.

“I didn’t come just to claim your status” He starts to say.

I stand up and ready my knives once again but I was pulled back by some guy. He attacks him landing a few blows here and there but not enough to take him down. Scott stands up and dodges every throw taken towards him but that guys grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Then he impales Scott with his claws, Scott slowly kneels onto the ground his eyes flashing back to his normal eyes.

I push past Kira taking her sword and run towards Scott getting ready to attack once again. Scott then grabs him and stands up his eyes back to his alpha ones. I smirk to myself and aim her sword at him while he lays on the ground.

“I don’t know who you are or what you thought you were gonna do but I’ll give you a choice. You can stay and I’ll break something else or you can run” Scott threatens. He looks at us and then turns his to face Stiles. I kick his leg getting his attention, I then lean crouch down in front of him the sword now on the ground.

“I’d run” I whisper. He stands up, holding his broken arms and runs. I stand up picking up the sword and throw it back to Kira. We all walk towards each other, I turn around to face the guy behind us curious as to who he is.

“You don’t remember me do you” he says. We all stand there silent, I fold my arms across my chest.

“Nope not one bit” I say. He chuckles and starts walking towards us.

“I always liked that about you, (Y/N)” He replies. I take my knives out and aim them at him.

“How do you know my name” I threaten.

“I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade” He says.

“...Theo” Scott says. He nods his head a smile slowly emerges onto his face. I put my knives down and place them back into my boots.

“You know him” Malia says. I smile to myself as the memories of us begin to flash through my mind.

“Yeah, we use to know him. We were best friends for three years” I reply. I look around the group of people everyone reactions seem so different.

“Trust me I thought I’d never get to see you guys again. A couple months ago I heard of an alpha in Beacon Hills... When I found out his name was Scott McCall... I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an alpha but a true alpha” He says.

“What do you want?” Scott asks.

“I moved back to Beacon Hills...back home with my family. Cause I want to be a part of your pack” He answers.

“That was a really nice speech, Raeken. But all I wanna do and I’m pretty sure most of you agree is to sign our stupid initials onto a library shelf in the school, okay. Now if you don't mind we’ll be going” I say before anyone could say anything I left and started walking towards the library. We all walk to the library in complete silence, all that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting against the ground.

“That was interesting” Malia says breakining the silence.

“Yeah” I reply.

“What were you doing anyway (Y/N)”Scott asks.

“I was letting someone go” I reply. He looks at me confused, i just pat his shoulder and continue walking ahead. We make it inside the school all of us sigh in relief.

“I’ll be back. I have to go to my locker” I say. They nod their heads and stand there talking.

I jog towards my locker and grab whatever I needed and began jogging my way back to the group of teens. I frown as I approach them as they all sounded like they were arguing with someone.

“Hey what the hell is going on” I yell. Everyone turns around and looks at me with a sad expression. I look at them weirdly, not sure whats going on.

“Hey, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you” I hear a very familiar voice say. He booked to walk towards me cupping my face as he examines my injuries from the fight. I push him away my emotions suddenly all over the place as the love of my life stands in front of me after all these years.

“Don’t start caring now Isaac it’s too late for that” I reply coldly. My hearts racing over a thousand miles per hour while my mind is all over the place, Why now, why here, why me...

“I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re back Isaac but I’ve had a bad night so if you’d like you can go back to France and never return. Oh yeah and this is for leaving” I say, I punch him in the face as the sudden urge of anger starts to raise inside me. He stumbles back a shocked look plastered on his face, he wipes the blood of his nose and fixes his composure, He looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes still full of love and it made me even more angrier.

“I’m here because of you” He says. I roll my eyes and scoff as I continue to glare at the boy in front of me.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Isaac. It’s been years since you up and left me, I needed you, I relied on you Isaac... so what makes you think that you could come back and think that everything would be okay. I’m still healing mentally and emotionally so I really don’t need this at the moment Isaac so leave... its what you’re good at” I yell tears streaming down my face with every word.

“(Y/N) please listen to me” he begins to plead with me. I scoff and roll my eyes once again, no matter how much I’ve yearned for him touch or to see him once again I’m not going to fall for his lies anymore, I’ve let him go so I need to stick by it.

“Isaac stop I’m done with this conversation and I’m done with you. Let’s go guys Lydias probably waiting for us” I say, I walk away the pack following behind as we make our way towards Lydia.

“Sooooo that was interesting” Stiles says while he catches up to me.

“Ugghhhh don’t even get me started, seriously this night couldn’t t have been any worse. I just wanna write my initial on that stupid library shelf and go home, my grandparents are probably worried” I reply annoyed. He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Well it seems like your wish just came true cause I spot Lydia right now actually so library here we come” he says. I smile and hug him once more before letting to go met up with Lydia a bit quicker than the others. I give her a big hug and she hugs me back surprised.

“Took you guys long enough and what was that for even though I’m not complaining” she says with a confused yet concerned look on her face.

“I’ll catch you up tonight, sleepover?” I reply.

“Uhhhhh of course” she replied, I laugh at her response and hug her once more while we wait for the others to catch up.

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Isaac Lahey was my first everything, he was my first my love and also my first heartbreak. I had given that boy everything I could and yet that still just wasn’t enough my heart wasn’t enough because when I needed him the most he left...

I hate him so fucking much, that it hurts to still be in love with him. He left me, abandoned me, threw me away like I was simply nothing but trash to him, so how dare I still love him... how dare he still be on my mind after all he’s done to me, how dare he not be hurting still after all these years apart, how dare he make me feel the way that I do, how dare he expect to me to fall into his arms like he never left or none of it never happened...

I hate him so much that my heart can’t seem to stop being in love with him and it hurts, it hurts so much and I’m not sure if I fully let him go...“I love you”... yeah so much for that.

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#is it too late to write 2k words of how Ruby stays chained up and turns and she's in control yet scared but Belle stays with her NO!!! It is never too late for red beauty content

Is this a dare or are you just mocking me?

But, well, okay, let's go back to that night in the library then, shall we?

(under a read more, but also up on AO3 now)

Ruby frantically went through the rooms, making sure all the windows were shut, nobody else was here and she knew the layout of the place. But Belle was still here, that was not good. She needed to go, lock the main entrance from the outside.

"You need to leave. The moon's going to be up soon."

Belle didn't made any effort to go, instead she followed Ruby around. "But will the chains hold?"

"Hopefully." Like a familiar tune another conversation about chains played out in Ruby's head. Familiar and devastating. Those chains did hold. But only because they held a human back, leaving him defenseless.

"Then, I'm staying." Belle's determined tone stopped Ruby in her tracks. She was so upbeat and positive, as if this wasn't about a beast showing up any minute, who could tear her to shreds. Belle reached out, not just mentally, but physically now. Ruby felt the hands on her shoulders, a gesture to spark comfort. "Think of it as girls' night."

Ruby was at a loss for words. Belle was so cheery about all of this. So unfazed by the horror of the situation. Was this how Peter had seen her? When she convinced him he might be the wolf and he was ready to be tied up and send her away, but Red had stayed with him. Unintentionally dooming him to a grim death. Red had felt the same determination to stay with him that Belle showcased now. It was such a weird switch in perspectives. Except Ruby knew much, much better now.

Slowly Ruby backed away, breaking contact with Belle, who finally showed concern, but not in the way Ruby wanted. "What's wrong?"

How could Ruby explain all of this? The way her heart ached, because of a lost love, a life taken and now also because this thing might happen again. May have in fact happened again. Belle hadn't seen Billy's body. Belle didn't know how easily werewolf fangs tore human bodies in half. Belle didn't know that deep inside of Ruby a monster lurked. And that every bit of self-doubt made it stronger. That only self-acceptance could tame it and Ruby had run out of that this morning in front of the cannery. Why was she the only one that was afraid?

"I know David wants to believe the best, but I've killed before, and I'll do it again." Ruby picked up the chains, the rattling sound a faint promise of safety. "Everyone in this town is right to be afraid of me."

"Okay, well I'm not."

"You should be!" Ruby almost yelled back instantly. How did Belle not understand this? This was about her life! People outside gathered in a mob to hunt for a wolf and they were right. Because if Ruby had killed Billy, the sweet mechanic who always smiled and was up for a chat, then anybody could be next.

But Belle didn't budge. She didn't give in a single inch and Ruby stared at her. Trying to figure out what to do. "No matter what you might've done in your past, David sees the good in you and-" A slight pause, Belle's face was perfectly calm, her eyes warm and her lips twitched into a reassuring half-smile for a second. Just looking at her twisted Ruby's inside. "And that tells me one thing."

"What?" She was skeptical, because Belle didn't listen to reason, making up her own theories here. Ruby had on of the cuffs in her hand. Thinking back to Peter a thought formed. He would have been safe if Red had gone away. Maybe this was how she could keep Belle from getting hurt. Put this on her and leave. The building was secure. And the people outside took the risk serious enough to end the threat once and for all.

"That it's in there." Belle kept going, while taking a step forward. Stepping into Ruby's personal space again, closing this gap to show how serious she was about not being afraid. "So if we can all see it, why can't you?"

"You really think so?" All Ruby wanted was to believe Belle. Believe in her kind words, her trust that the wolf wasn't the problem.

"Trust me. I'm sort of an expert when it comes to rehabilitation."

Ruby looked at Belle. Her face. The utter and unfaltering support. The way her eyebrows moved, the corner of her mouth pulling up radiating optimism and just those gentle eyes.

"Maybe. Maybe you're right." Ruby played with the cuff. Now or never. She could leave Belle to safety and make a run for it. She deserved whatever the mob had in store for her.

But under Belle's gaze she faltered. For a split second she wanted to believe her so much, that she closed the cuff around her own wrist. She had only met this type of kindness once before and it overwrote her will towards self-destruction long enough to change her course of action.

"But you do need to leave." Ruby closed the second cuff and pulled at the chains a bit, the weight was noticeable, but she was worried if the pipe was sturdy enough.

Belle smiled. "I'm staying and now you can't throw me out anyway." She took Ruby's hands into her own. "I'll get you through this. And tomorrow you'll see that you worried for nothing. David will find out the truth."

Ruby ground her teeth. It was too late now. She could only hope history was not about to repeat itself. The literal hand-holding was maybe too much, but it had a calming effect. Ruby was not alone, even though she should be, while also not wanting to be. This whole day had taken a lot of energy from her and it was nice to surrender for a moment. But she needed to focus and let go of Belle.

When Ruby grabbed the other cuffs that were supposed to go around her ankles, Belle intervened.

"Wait, you need to straighten those out first, they're all twisted. You'll make it worse for yourself."

"That's kinda the point."

Again Belle gave her that sympathetic half-smile. "The point is to keep you locked up, not to strangle yourself. I have had my share of uncomfortable nights in chains."

Under any other circumstances Ruby would have a question about that, but she only stood there and let Belle straighten out the chains like christmas lights. She then knelt down to put the cuffs on. All Ruby did was raiser her feet one after the other a bit to help.

"All set?", Belle asked.

Ruby yanked at the chains, the pipes didn't give in. And the chain connecting her wrists and ankles now restrained her movement. The wolf would not be able to make huge leaps in those, even if it broke loose. She leaned against the wall and slowly glided down. "The last one around me, please?"

Now she had to look up at Belle and her stomach turned once more. Was this how Peter had felt? She remembered vividly helping him into the chains, securing him against the tree. Both believing it was the right thing to do. She remembered her love for him and the trust he wouldn't hurt her. Like Belle trusted her now contrary to all evidence.

A bit of shame rose up in Ruby, battling with her nervousness. She had given Belle a crash-course in everyday life in Storybrooke, but avoided any question about her pre-curse persona. And now here they were. Because of the wolf. If she had warned Belle from the start, she wouldn't be so insistent now on helping and staying. She wouldn't be crawling around on the floor of her library to fasten chains around Ruby.

"Done." Belle squatted in front of her.

Ruby had pulled her knees up to her chin and hugged her legs. "Please go?" It was more of a question than a request and Ruby knew the answer already anyway. Because Peter had said the same. And she had stayed. For him.

Belle cocked her head to the side, rubbing Ruby's leg for a moment. "I'm responsible for what happens in the library. And if my friend is chained up in here, I'm responsible for her, too." She brushed a strand of Ruby's hair behind her ear and locked eyes.

Ruby took a deep breath in. She could feel the beast creeping closer, the moon was rising. "But get back. Get to the door." She mustered every ounce of command she could. "You have to!"

Belle got up and stepped away. She made her way to the main entrance backwards, never taking her eyes off of Ruby. And Ruby felt exposed. It was time. The beast was near. The wolf wanted out. What was it that made her black out last night? She had been in the freezer and woken up in the woods. She remembered nervous pacing and endless worry. She had rejected the reality of what was happening. The thing Anita had warned her about.

The wolf was her, she was the wolf. Different, but the same. She was the beast, with fangs and claws and animal instincts. All of that monstrous potential. It was all her. All a part of her. Under her control.

Ruby turned. Her senses grew sharper, the noises and smells that already had been loud and clear, became more distinct. The strength that put her above normal humans was now fitted with all the right muscles. And there was an immediate need to move, to run, to use those muscles and to get outside. A want for fresh air and dirt under her paws.

Ruby threw herself against the chains and let out a howl. Belle had to press her hands against her ears, because the closed space wasn't the best place for such a noise. But the howl turned into a low whine, when Ruby kept struggling. The cuffs cut into the skin, not fitting her legs as well as a minute ago. And the chain around her body kept her from any decent movement. She was trapped. This was terrible. And Ruby panicked.

Deep down she knew this was what she had wanted. To be tied up in a way that would not allow her to escape. But the craving for freedom in her wolf form was far stronger than any human reason. This was the thing with being a wolf. Some things felt different.

"Ruby?"

Belle's voice reached her as she tried to get up on all four paws, but the chain yanking her back towards the wall.

"Ruby? Are you okay?"

Ruby barked. Once. A warning. She couldn't come closer! She growled, but also tried to retreat, she needed to make sure she was far away from Belle, right? This was her friend, she was in danger from something. Ruby needed to stay away.

When Belle stopped moving so did Ruby. She looked at her. If she stayed away all was right. Nothing bad would happen. If she stayed still herself Belle was safe. Ruby tried another approach and tried to lie down. The chains pressed against her body in various spots, but she managed. She pulled her ears back, flattened herself as best as she could and whined.

"Ruby?"

She only moved her ears in confirmation. Belle's face spelt surprise. But Ruby couldn't read if it was a good or a bad thing.

"I get it now, where the big part in big bad wolf comes from." Ruby growled and bared her teeth for a second. "No, no, you're not bad. Definitely not bad. But kinda big." Her furrowed brow smoothed out and she put a smile back on. "You are a big wolf. And I don't think that's the same as being a monster."

Ruby pointedly turned her head, not looking at Belle anymore. But she could hear her sitting down. And then a few moments of silence. Until a soft rustle piqued her interest. Belle was pulling out books from the shelf she leaned against.

"Sorry, I'm still reorganizing things. Some of these shelves don't make any sense to me." Her eyes darted over the back of a few books, skimming the contents. "The good thing is there is lots to discover I have never heard of." She held up a thick volume. "Here, an anthology with short stories and I don't even know any of these writers. Bradbury, Vonnegut, Ellison, Le Guin. Any of these names mean something to you?"

Ruby dared a quick tail wag, because buried in her false memories was reading Fahrenheit 451 as a school assignment. Belle put the book down and pulled out a much thinner one.

"The Last Unicorn." Ruby lifted her head. "Oh, someone we know? Maybe I should take that into consideration. Rearranging the fairy-tales and stories with people we've met."

She opened the book and started to read. "The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea." Belle had a soothing tone that made Ruby forget the cuffs cutting into her skin, the chains hindering her from moving and biting into her body. She wasn't supposed to be comfortable. And Belle wasn't supposed to be here and definitely not reading to her.

There were people outside hunting for a bloodthirsty wolf and yet, Ruby was inside, hidden away, listening to the story of a lonely creature searching for her family. Belle looked up every so often, giving different voices to the characters and making facial impressions, but not disturbing the flow with comments on the plot. Ruby was too focused on her that she didn't even hear footsteps coming closer and she was startled when the door to the library was pushed open.

"We've got it!" David shouted, holding up Ruby's red signature cloak. "And you're cleared. It was all Spencer."

Granny followed, still some fury on her face. "He tried to frame you, so David would look bad. But we got him." Granny's grin gave away that she had used the crossbow in her hand.

"That's fantastic," Belle said as she got up. "See, no need to worry."

"Everything okay in here?", David asked when he slowed down as he approached Ruby.

"Nothing happened. I don't think she even needed the chains."

David threw the cloak over Ruby and the second she turned back, she hugged him. "Thank you, David."

"No, thank you for not doing something reckless. I've told you, I believe in you."

They both know the thing that wasn't said in this moment. That Snow had believed in her first and if she had been here, things would have been different. And with that Ruby noticed that David was holding back something else.

"What happened?"

"We can talk about that tomorrow." His smile wasn't completely genuine, but Ruby let it slide. She felt a weight lift off of her chest. Literally, because Belle had opened the lock on the chain keeping her down. David held out a hand to help her get up.

He stepped back. "I have to get back to Henry."

Ruby tried to pull the cloak tighter, but the chains prevented it and Belle took her hands. Again. "Let me." She held up the key. "This is the best part." And for what felt like the first time in years, but it had probably been only a day, Ruby smiled back at her.

When the chains fell down she immediately hugged Belle. All the worries about keeping a safe distance forgotten. The beast had been contained, in fact there was no beast to fear at all and her friend had stayed through it all. How lucky to have friends who believed in her more than she did herself.

Granny cleared her throat. "Are you coming home or are you going for a midnight run, now?"

Ruby looked at her over Belle's shoulder, still holding on and enjoying the way Belle hugged back firmly. "Run", was her simple answer.

And as sudden as they had come in, David and Granny vanished again, leaving the two alone.

"A midnight run?", Belle asked as she put the books back on the shelf, except for The Last Unicorn.

"Yes. That's all I could think about."

"And you remember everything that happened, while...", she gestured to where Ruby had been lying down so miserably.

The self-consciousness returned. "I hope I didn't scare you."

Belle laughed. "I was only scared for you, not of you. That looked unpleasant." She pouted.

"It was." Ruby picked up the book and thumbed through the pages, trying to find where they had left off and put a piece of paper in almost halfway through. "Will you read the rest to me?"

Belle took the book from her, lingering a bit when their fingers brushed. "I wanna know how this ends."

"This?"

"It. How it ends."

Ruby had seen a flashlight in the utility room earlier and quickly picked it up. "So, you want to join me?" She offered it to Belle. "A stroll through the woods?"

This night there was a wolf running around the woods surrounding Storybrooke. Circling around a woman wearing the well-knows red riding hood. When Belle sat down, Ruby put her head on her legs, enjoying a scratch between the ears and listening to the rest of the story. Maybe there was hope for finding companions when you thought you were the only one of your kind.

#OUaT #Red Beauty #Ruby Lucas #Belle French #OMG ANON WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DO????? it's almost 3k now... what even....#do I maybe have feelings about them?! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#if anybody throws a title at me I will proof read and throw this at AO3... it's only 8 years late...........#$!

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lady-salvatore · 3 years

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Bones Breaking

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Desc.: Klaus helps you on your first night as a werewolf.

Notes: warnings for bodily harm (you’re shifting) and also this is kinda short but Im trying to get back into the swing of things lol

It was the night of your first full moon as a werewolf. Tyler had leant you the Lockwood cellar after he became a hybrid, so now you were chained to the wall in immense pain.

You glanced up vaguely to see a dark figure in the door.

“This is no place for you,” the figure whispered, blurring in and out of your vision.

“Klaus,” you whispered hoarsely. “What are you doing here?”

Another bone broke backwards, and you screamed out in pain.

Klaus ripped the chains out of the walls.

“What are you doing?” you hissed. “I could kill someone!”

Klaus shook his head. “You won’t. I’ll be sure of that.”

You shook your head back vehemently. “Half of my friends are vampires! What if I bite them?”

“I’ll heal them,” Klaus said simply. “You’ll be fine.”

You felt tears run down your face. “Make it—“ another bone snapped and you screamed. “—stop!”

Klaus sighed. “I can make it stop, but you don’t want that.”

“Please just make it stop,” you cried, collapsing onto the floor as another bone snapped within your body. “It hurts so much.”

A look of pity crossed Klaus’ face. He reached down tentatively and brushed your hair out of your face and away from your neck. “I promise you’ll survive this. You’re strong.”

You looked up at him weakly. “I’m not strong.”

“Yes, you are,” Klaus insisted, and pulled you up onto your knees. He stood and began taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“You’re going to turn, love,” Klaus said softly. “And... I am, too. It’s been a long time since I have, but I won’t let you do this alone.”

“I d-don’t want you to hurt,” you whispered. Another bone cracked, and you hissed.

Klaus got on his knees beside you. “Just don’t fight it.” His arm snapped backwards, and he growled, but he let nature, or magic, or evil, take its course.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t fight. He just let it happen.

You sighed, and felt your spine snap. You hissed, but you felt the presence of Klaus beside you, helping you and supporting you.

He fully turned beside you, and you looked over to see a wolf with golden eyes. He slowly nodded at you, and you felt your body transition.

You were a wolf, collapsed on the floor. You felt Klaus nudge you until the both of you stood.

He seemed to grin, and then he ran out into the forest.

You followed, and suddenly you were seeing the world with different eyes, as if you were let in on a secret that only you and Klaus were able to know.

#tvd #my post #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson oneshot #klaus mikaelson

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line-of-fire · 7 months

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Anyways I’m still up and it’s 0330 and all I can think about is the twins (partially blame this on something I came across earlier but anyways)

Thinking about that cabin they grew up in; where they spent twenty years of their lives. How *home* and *prison* had the same effective meaning for the two of them because of what Thurston put them through within those walls. How their blood has stained its metaphorical bones.

Nearly all of their significant memories growing up are in that house, or in the direct vicinity of it. For twenty years, it was their prison, and it wasn’t until Alkka killed their father that they knew anything different.

It’s been a year now, and to say either of them have fully adjusted would be the overstatement of the century. But what they regard as ‘familiar’ has changed to include their barracks room and the harsh concrete structures of base. That cabin has slowly begun to fade from their conscious memory; devolving into a cruel whisper that only returns to full volume on their worse days.

Neither of them have even thought about returning to that cabin, full of the ghosts of their past.

To Voitto, it’s the physical representation of all he’s trying to leave behind; of everything he’s so desperately trying to make up for. To return would be to break down, to remember where he came from.

And for Alkka… She wasn’t unaffected by her upbringing, no matter how much she tries to act like it never changed her. She just got good at burying things, staying quiet and shouldering the damage for her brother’s sake. To return to that cabin would be to finally force herself to look in the mirror and acknowledge what was done to her as well. To face what happened, what she’s spent years ignoring, and it’d be sickening.

Not to mention the all too present fact that Alkka’s and Voitto’s father’s body lays in the very lake that cabin stands across. To return would be to visit their father, a man both Alkka and Voitto couldn’t leave behind soon enough.

That cabin isn’t home, even if so much of their blood sweat and tears have been soaked up by its wood. It’s a gravesite for a man who they take comfort in the fact is burning in hell. It’s a memorial for the childhood they were never allowed to have. An artifact of a past they’re more than happy to leave behind them, even if it’s already been ingrained in their bones.

#headcanons: jot this down #WOLF: I broke my chains; I’ll break you too #VOITTO: when will this blood on my hands be washed away?#anyways it’s four am now #this post got out of hand #I just #I have so many thoughts and feelings about these two #at all times #quite inconvenient really #one of these days I’ll tell y’all where exactly they grew up #but that day ain’t today

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.14

Word Count: 2,250

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey,Gerard Argent, OC Characters, Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, other...stuff i think

A/N: ---

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“Hey, Mom. I’m home!” you called, walking into your house. After a long weekend with the Hales, you were more than excited to see your mother.

“Mom?” you said, looking around before frowning, unable to find her. You closed the door, walking further into your house.

Your eyes went wide as you froze, seeing your father standing in front of you.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” you asked feeling slight panic in your chest

“Hey, kid,” he gave you a small smile. You couldn’t tell if he was sad, angry, or happy, he had a pained expression on his face.

“Where’s Mom?” you asked.

“She’s still at work,” he lied.

You nodded softly, knowing he was lying. Your mom never worked on Sundays.

You tensed up, not sure if he knew about your recent discovery with your powers.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“What? I can’t drop by to see my daughter?” he laughed softly.

“But… I haven't seen you in years,” you took a small step back.

“God,” he whispered.

“Dad?” you asked.

You jumped, hearing loud banging at the door.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your mom call as you took a step to the door, before hearing the sound of something click.

You turned, met with a barrel of a gun pointed directly at your chest.

“Dad? What are you doing?” your voice broke before you put your hands up.

“You’re a monster. You’re… You’re an abomination. A disease. My daughter cannot be a witch he cocked the gun as tears rushed to your eyes.

“Dad, please. Don’t do this” you cried, shaking your head.

“What do you not understand? I hunt things like you. I kill things like you, no exception,” he yelled.

“Dad, please. It’s me,” you cried.

“You’re not. You're not my daughter,” he shook his head.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your mom yell, hearing her cries for you.

He took a deep breath, pressing the trigger, as you felt the bullet go through your stomach.

You fell to the floor, feeling the blood rushing out of your body as your vision blurred. You could barely make out your mom breaking the door, running to you. The sound of her yelling at your dad was muffled as she lifted you up, pressing down on your wound as you cried out in pain.

You watched your dad run out of the house, while you cried softly, closing your eyes

---

“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?!” you yelled, reaching for your spare knife.

“We need to talk. Why did I get a call from Kate Argent saying you're a wolf? And now she’s dead?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“You don’t deserve any answers. Get the fuck away from me,” you spat.

“Kid, I’m sorry-” he apologized.

“I will kill you right now if you don’t get out. Right now,” you saw him tense as your eyes flashed purple.

“Please just tell me where your mother is,” he said.

“Leave,” you yelled.

You felt pain surge throughout your body as you fell to the ground, taking deep breaths.

“(Y/N), hey...” your dad ran to you, bending down to you before you pushed him away.

“I told you to fucking leave!” you yelled, your voice laced with anger.

“(Y/N),” he started.

“Go!” you yelled.

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling your powers acting out before hearing your dad gasp. Your powers forced him out, slamming the door behind him.

You gasped shakily, crying out in pain as your entire body ached, feeling a crushing, sharp pain take over you as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

---

“Isaac? What are you doing here?” you asked softly, letting him into your apartment.

“I...” he stuttered, panicking slightly.

“Your eye is healed,” you gasped.

“I think I made a mistake,” he took a deep breath.

“What did you do?” you put a hand on his shoulder as he looked at you, his eyes glowing yellow.

“No. No, you didn’t,” you panicked.

“You know what I am?” he asked softly.

“Yes, you idiot! Why did you do that?!” you yelled, smacking his shoulder.

“I couldn't…. I couldn't take it anymore. My dad,” his eyes welled with tears.

“Okay, just take a deep breath, tell me what happened from the beginning,” you pulled his arms, sitting on the couch.

---

“God, why didn’t you tell me before?” you said softly.

“I didn't know what to say. But what am I supposed to do now? He’s dead,” Isaac cried.

“Just breathe,” you wrapped your arms around him, holding him in your lap.

“I’m gonna kill Derek,” you said softly.

“You know Derek?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Yeah, he’s my… he was my friend,” you said.

“Oh,” he replied quietly.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly.

“No, I’m not mad at you,” you sighed.

“What's wrong with you? You’re different,” he asked.

“Well, since you know about wolves, might as well tell you about witches,” you started.

“You're a witch?” he asked.

“Yeah, well, not for long I guess. Some… thing happened, and I’m sort of losing it,” you explained.

“What happened?” he asked.

“It’s a long story,” you shrugged.

“And I don't have any home to go back to for the night,” he replied.

“Okay, well…”

---

“I feel like I’m more in control, honestly,” Scott walked next to you.

“That’s good, but you can never be too careful. I think Stiles has chains for you or something,” you said, leaning against your locker.

“Yeah, they fell out of his locker during lacrosse practice. Oh, and also, that guy you’re friends with, Isaac-” Scott started.

“Yeah, I know. Where is he now?” you asked.

“Talking to Stilinski in the principal’s office,” he answered.

“They think he killed his dad? No, that’s not possible, he was with me all night long,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“And tonight’s a full moon,” Scott sighed.

“So what are we gonna do?” you asked.

“Well, clearly we need a plan to bust him out. Stiles said he has a plan,” he explained.

“Well then, I guess I’ll go help Stiles out,” you waved him goodbye, leaving.

---

You knocked at the door to the principal’s office, being called there.

“Hello?” you said, knocking.

The door opened, as Stiles and Scott came out.

“Idiots,” you sighed.

“Rude,” Stiles replied.

“(Y/N) come in,” you heard an unsettling voice call, a familiar voice.

“Gerard,” you tensed, walking into the office.

“(Y/N). Good to see you. Come sit,” he patted the seat next to him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked nervously.

“I’m making a plan to eliminate all the werewolves,” he started.

“No offense, Gerard, but the last person to try that was Kate, and look where she ended up,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Well, you see, they killed my daughter. I’m going to get my revenge on every single one of them, even if it kills me,” he said.

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked.

“Because. Your parents were excellent hunters, and you are too,” he started.

“No, I don’t hunt,” you replied, shaking your head.

“Well, you’re gonna have to. You’re a young one, a smart one, you could help kill off all these teen wolves,” he said.

“You have your granddaughter for that,” you shrugged.

“Well, my son doesn't want her to get into hunting, at least not yet. Which is why we need you,” he said.

“Did you tell Chris that you’re gonna ��recruit’ me?” you asked.

“It’ll be a lovely surprise for him,” he said.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“I don’t hunt, and that’s that. Nothing is gonna make me change my mind. Goodbye, Gerard,” you grabbed your bag, leaving the office.

---

You heard your front door open, as you rolled your eyes, exhaling.

“If everyone’s just going to walk in anyways, then what’s the point of me having a doorbell? Or a door?” you exclaimed, turning around to see Derek.

“Sorry,” he said.

“What are you doing here?” you turned away from him.

“Why didn't you tell me your dad was in town?” he asked.

“It’s none of your concern. Will you please go?” you asked him.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re different,” he noticed, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Well, I’m mad. At you. How could you turn my friend?!” you yelled.

“Is that what this is about?” he asked.

“Among other things. Now, leave me alone. The door’s right there,” you pointed.

“I’m going to the sheriff's station, to get Isaac. With Stiles. Are you coming?” he asked.

“Only because Isaac is my friend,” you said.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. For everything, just please give me a chance to explain-” he started, holding your hand.

You pulled away from him.

“I don't want to hear an explanation. I have a lot of crap going on right now and this is the last thing I need. Let’s go,” you ignored him, walking out of your apartment.

“You’re losing your powers, aren’t you?” he asked.

“How do you know?” you froze.

“I can feel it. Is this from killing Peter?” he asked.

“I don't know. It’ll go away, let’s just go.”

Before he could say anything else, you walked out of the apartment.

---

“The key to Isaac’s cell… it’s gone,” Stiles gasped.

“Shit. That means the hunter is already here. We gotta go quickly,” the two of you ran out, following the trail of blood in the hallway.

“Oh sh-” you grabbed Stiles, pulling him aside as you saw the hunter limp to Isaac’s cell.

“What are we gonna do?” Stiles asked.

“I’ll distract him. Just go get Isaac out somehow,” you replied, running to the hunter.

“Hey, idiot!” you called.

“(Y/N),” he growled.

“Obice,” you said, putting your hands up.

You felt your body screaming at you to stop, but you continued to hold up the barrier, trying to stop the hunter.

“Stiles! Go!” you yelled.

“You betrayed us all, you freak. They don’t know anything about you, but I do. Your kind is the worst,” the hunter yelled.

You saw as black veins appeared on your arms, as you winced.

You took a deep breath, continuing to hold the barrier up. They needed to get Isaac out. He needed to be okay.

You could feel the pain as you leaned against the wall next to you, pushing yourself up, taking deep breaths.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Let me just put you out of your misery,” he took his gun out of his pocket, aiming at you.

“It’s… a barrier, you idiot. You’ll just shoot yourself,” you tried to convince yourself more, the bullet most likely would be able to break through your barrier.

“It’s a weak barrier,” he started, walking towards you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you fell against the wall, your powers failing.

“Rot in hell, (Y/N),” he cocked the gun.

“Get away from her,” you heard as Derek growled, pushing the hunter away from you.

Derek picked him up, throwing him to a wall, knocking him out.

“(Y/N),” Derek ran to you, as you slid off the wall, falling to your knees.

“It hurts,” you cried.

“What the hell is that?!” Derek yelled, seeing the black veins around your arms, traveling up your neck.

He held your hand, taking your pain.

“You’re in so much pain,” he said softly.

“I’m okay,” you cried, trying to get up.

“Let me get you out of here,” he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up before rushing you out of the station.

---

“Isaac!” you gasped, opening your eyes as you jumped out of bed.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Isaac answered, rushing next to you.

You gave him a small hug before you saw Derek motion for him to leave.

“Derek-”

“Just listen. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I like you, (Y/N), I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, sitting in front of you.

“Then why did you ignore me?” you asked softly.

“Because I’m an idiot. I kept thinking about the past, what happened with Paige, you know how shitty it was with Kate. I didn’t want to screw this up and I wanted to keep you safe, I thought I’d be keeping you safe if I kept you away from me. I’m really sorry, please forgive me,” he begged.

You nodded your head, resting your head on his shoulder. You didn’t have any energy to reply or say anything.

He caressed your back, putting his arm on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he whispered after a moment of silence.

“I think I’m dying,” your voice wavered slightly.

“Is it because of Peter?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I think so. Doing magic hurts so much,” you sniffled.

“We’ll figure out how to fix this like we always do. Meanwhile, no more magic, okay?” he said.

You nodded your head as he kissed your forehead.

“Good. What are you gonna do with your dad?”

“I don’t know. I told him to stay away, and I know he won’t listen. I just need him out of Beacon Hills,” more tears came to your eyes at the memory.

“We’ll figure it out, I’ll keep him away from you, I promise,” Derek held you tightly.

You sniffled, nodding before he laid down on your bed, pulling you with him. You rested your head on his chest, before closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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sleepdeprivedheretic · 4 years

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Momo Ōkami

Notes: I….just, here *hands you this fic *. I may work as a housekeeper, but I’m in the mood for something dirty, I’ll tell you that. Jokes aside, I really miss writing self indulgent stuff :’) I got the title from Momotaro and Okami bc I’m not original and I needed a title :’)

Genre: Some angst, but enough fluff to drown cotton candy in bc boy am I a sap

Au: Yokai Au

Warnings: Reader’s a simp (and I am too), incorrect knowledge of everything, kinda slowburn, arranged marriage, “kidnapping”, smut, and kinks.

……………

After the old Oni of the mountain had passed away or moved out, another one simply took his place. He was different, you could tell. Soft yellow hair, bright amber eyes, and healthy, peach colored skin had given away that he wasn’t full Oni. Yes he was tall, muscular, and had a roundness to his stomach and face, but he wasn’t as fearsome nor tall as the former one who terrorized your forest for years.

Belonging to one of the most powerful clans in the forest, you and your family were still wary of the new half-ogre yokai. Although seemingly peaceful, one could never be too careful. Especially whenever you made your nightly trips around the mountain roads at night for fresh rabbit or deer, you knew that he was staring at you. It didn’t bother you like you thought it did, for this type of staring felt different. As if he was taking your character in from curiosity, rather than with malicious intent.

You found yourself returning his curiosities, staring up at the mountain, venturing a little too close to his home as you seen him tend to normal, almost domestic things, such as feeding chickens or adding wood to the fire. He seemed to live a peaceful life, his life did not revolve around the other Oni, such as terrorizing and eating humans, or causing mischief and grief upon others. At times he’d catch you staring, and when the two of your eyes have met, it felt such an odd intimacy between the both of you, you felt emotions that were very akin to a human’s, swell within you, and couldn’t find yourself to hate them. After a few months of playing this odd little game, it escalated.

You and your family were called Okuri-Okami, or “sending off wolf”. It didn’t take a smart person to figure it out, with your family making daily trips around the mountains, playing this life or death game with innocent travelers, and had a reputation of being although not the noblest, but an old and respected clan within the forest. You yourself weren’t really into eating the villagers who still thought that your kin were noble, going as far as building a shrine for your family and gift them food and nice things for not eating them. Humans were odd, and the fact that you could transform into your human form, made it more difficult to stomach the thought of eating them, to your parent’s disapproval.

When the Oni had caught wind that you weren’t into eating humans, he’d started acting different. At first you didn’t understand why, but he’d started to indulge you by waiting for your own nightly routine to start, and start walking several steps ahead of you, letting you to purposely “escort him to safety”. He would never trip, and even if he did, you weren’t the type to pounce and try to gobble anybody up, unlike most of your kin. You were sure that your kind didn’t eat Oni, and so it confused the ever loving hells out of you when he started this little game out of the blue.

When you “escorted” him to the mountain pass which led to his home, he’d say “Thanks for seein’ me off, Darlin’” in such a smooth and husky voice, you couldn’t but help feel the warm, familiar emotions flutter within you. He would skip a night, only for gifts such as sekihan, deer meat, or other small little things for you to appear at the edge of his territory. Not knowing what to really do, you accepted the gifts with a mix of confusion and gratitude, and the next night, he would be there with a giant smile.

“My name’s Taishiro.” He broke the awkwardness between the two of you, and you caved in and gave him your name, liking the way it rolled off of his tongue.

Months had passed. The two of you started talking more often as he walked next to you rather closely, stepping in pace right next to yours as he did so. You were a little shy, but his warm aurora and bright smiles and twinkling eyes crumbled your resolve rather quickly. You began to use your clothed human form, letting him take in your feminine features, feeling a pleasing warmth whenever you noticed that he stared at you a little longer than usual, or would have pink dust settle on his cheeks.

You had to admit, he was very handsome, as well. You tried your best to sneak glances, but would turn beet red and look away whenever you felt that he had caught you red-handed. He would chuckle and it fed the fire growing within you.

“I better not trip, or you’ll eat me up, Sugar.” He gave a wink, and you swore that time had froze when he said that, then you would flush furiously and let out a growl mixed in with an embarrassed whine, causing him to bellow with laughter. To say that you had grown closer to him, was an understatement of the century.

He learned slowly but surely that you were the only child of your parents, how you never wanted to feed on human flesh, and that you didn’t know what to do with your life. He listened thoroughly and replied with his own words of encouragement and that he was glad that you didn’t feed upon humans, for that would make it awkward. When asked why, he finally opened up to you. His mother was human and his father was an Oni. Growing up for him was harsh because everybody knew what his father was, and there was very little his mother could do to protect him. So he left, and kept traveling until he found a more remote forest with very little villagers around. Although he didn’t hate humans, his mother was one, and he was half. It gave you a sense of sympathy for him, and it strengthened your resolve to never become like your parents, and he broke the boundaries of your physical contact by gently patting your shoulder.

That was another thing, touches. He would always find an excuse to touch you, whether it be a simple head pat, ruffling hair, gently squeezing your hand, or other soft, platonic touches that left you all too warm and all too disappointed when he’d break away, grinning brightly and seemingly too unaware of the affect that he has a hold onto you. It made you feel a little more braver as the nights and days would pass, ever so softly returning the hugs he gave you, and shyly yet surely pat his shoulder or gently squeeze his arms or hands. A rush of prideful victory swelled within you as you noticed that his eyes would soften or blood would rush to his cheeks. You liked this man, and didn’t know how to really handle your growing feelings for him.

You didn’t dare tell your parents. Already they were disappointed in you that you refused to eat humans, and now you were corresponding with a half-breed Oni? Sure you could live somewhere else, and break yourself away from your small pack, but if you did that, then they would run you out of the forest for good, that, or kill you. A sadness overcame you that you realized that you wouldn’t be able to see Taishiro, anymore if you were gone. You’ve grown very fond of him, and it surprised you on how easily he tore down your defenses, and instead of feeling vulnerable, you felt very warm and comfortable. It was scary, because although you knew you were on thin ice with your parents, you didn’t mind taking risks to just be near the tender giant.

Soon, it all came to a freezing halt as your parents sat you down one day, and began to speak to you with the familiar coldness lacing their tones of voices.

“You’re old enough now to start a family and live away from us. The Tanuki living in the eastern shrine has offered a handsome dowry of fine meats and Sake for your hand in marriage. Your father and I will worry about the guests and your attire, so don’t worry.” Was the harsh slap of reality. You knew that your parents will not let you have a say in it. In your pack’s mind, it was true. You weren’t a pup, anymore, you were unclaimed, and you didn’t fit in with your clan’s expectations or traditions. You were now chained to their final decision of just marrying you off, thus you were prevented from doing your nightly routines, leaving your mother to educate you in being a good wife, and your father to plan the wedding and invite guests.

You missed him. Although two days had passed, you were kept inside your family’s little shrine as your mother doted on your outfit and hair. Your father had been gathering the guests and materials and plans for the wedding as you tried to worry on how to act as a wife and take care of your husband, but your thoughts kept venturing back to Tai, hoping that he wasn’t disappointed or too upset. A voice within you wished that he was your betrothed, instead, and you weren’t really surprised with that thought.

….……………..

The little wolf intrigued him. Instead of being frightened by him, she just waltzed up on that mountain as if she owned the place, not caring who or what he is, and he knew from that day on, he was hooked. He couldn’t help but play a little game with her, courting her with gifts and make it known that he was interested. The canine yokai took a spell to warm up to him, and he wouldn’t doubt that she still didn’t know that he was courting her, but to be honest, it was a treat seeing how she blossomed, coming out from her shyness. He was more pleased and surprised that she began her own little venturing, returning his small touches and face would resemble a fire as he caught her admiring him or trying to reach out and initiate a small touch. Nobody had ever done that for him, and he doubted that she had the same attention. He tugged away from the dark, possessive thoughts that lurked.

It didn’t take long for him to develop romantic feelings for the woman. He had to keep beating away his father’s bloodline of just wanting to take. He wasn’t like his father, and she deserved to be courted, not be treated like his mother. He fought off a dark shudder of disgust as his mind went back to his wolf. Granted, she was also very pretty, and had stopped using her wolf form. Doe eyes and a cute, warm smile have had been greeting him for some time, now, and when it stopped, he panicked. Was she hurt? She wouldn’t just up and disappear, right? It wasn’t a dream, he knew that she was very real. Questions and thoughts had haunted him for about two days as he tried his best to follow her scent. Usually he wanted to mind his own business and not bother with traveling down into the heart of the forest, but he felt desperate.

Where was his little wolf? He tried asking the animals as well as other yokai, but they all ran in fear, leaving him no answers. He knew that she came from a very prominent clan, what if they found out about him? What if they had enough of her stubborn nature and just decide to finish her off? He felt a mix of panic and anger as he all but tried to follow her fading scent, internally promising a lifetime’s worth of hell on anybody who dared to lay a finger on her.

Her scent, although a little faded, was stronger at the shrine. Was she there? He knew that she wasn’t scared of him, nor would she hide from him. The sound of bells snapped him out of his thoughts as he ventured more closely to the shrine, peeping from behind it.

………………

Your mother told you that you looked beautiful, but really, you didn’t care. Your parents were way too eager to hand you away, they didn’t bother to host a meeting with your future husband, no. Your father gathered a small party of his and your mother’s friends, a Shinto priest (that they’ll probably eat later), and the awaited guest, your betrothed. It was a small, Shinto wedding mixed in with other elements that your parents thought that the Tanuki, your betrothed, might like. You wore a traditional Shiro-Muku, symbolizing your purity, and had your hair tied into a bun with a beautiful hair piece. It wasn’t much, but your thoughts kept racing back to the possibility that you might just make a run for it.

Granted, you did try for the last two days, all but kicking and screaming, but your parents were more powerful, and although you were not weak, by any means, your shrine was surrounded by yokai who were at your parent’s bidding, and you yourself could not fight off every single one. If you could manage to get to the mountains, you knew that Tai would scare and keep every bad thing away from you. You had since accepted your feelings for him, and knew that he would protect you if not as a lover, then definitely as a friend.

Your heart was aching, and you knew that you were going to make a break for it at the wedding ceremony. Possibly tarnishing your parent’s reputation, and angering the Tanuki, but you found yourself just not caring. Your father didn’t even bother to knock on the paper walls, you could hear his footsteps coming your way.

“It’s time.” He said, and you got up to follow him outside. The hood of your wedding attire shielded you from the sun that you haven’t seen directly in a couple of days. You had to admit, the smell of fresh air was very enticing compared to the shrine’s settling dust and your parent’s scents.

Anxiety rose within you as you realized that this wasn’t a lucid dream, this was happening. You wished that your parents have had given you more time to process the knowledge that you were to be wedded away, to live in another forest with a husband and his yokai that you didn’t know, and you were going to be separated from everyone. A dark thought passed through you. If you were mistreated or hurt, your parents would never know, and if they did, they’d do the bare minimum for you.

Honestly? It pissed you off. You knew the only person who could ever care for you this much would probably tear down the whole forest, and he was probably searching for you this moment, if your doubts and fears kept telling you that he probably thought that you weren’t interested, anymore. It hurt, all the doubts and wondering if you’ll ever see him again clouding your emotions. You tried to focus on the small wedding. It was very thoughtful and beautiful. Your father’s friend, a Kitsune, lit small blue flames around, they floated around the small number of guests and your betrothed, who you now took notice of. He was giving a cheeky grin as your eyes met, and although you didn’t feel the same, you thought it would be polite to offer a weak smile in return.

As your father led you to the priest and the Tanuki, thoughts of running away kept running through your head. Just as you began to slip your hand out of your father’s strong grasp, a familiar scent hit you with almost full force. Your father stopped, as well, taking notice of the shift of atmosphere. Time didn’t seem to slow down as heavy footsteps cracked upon the branches, getting closer to the area as everybody froze in panic. You couldn’t help but feel elated, but also worried. His usual sandalwood and sweet vanilla scent, was now spiked with a darker edge to it, but you knew that it wasn’t aimed at you.

…………………

His blood froze in shock as he realized what was behind the shrine. A wedding. Your wedding. No doubt that it was put together quickly. Before he had time to really take the information in, the doors of the shrine opened, and out you came, being led by your father. Although he admitted quietly to himself that the outfit fit you well, you looked so sad and had little bags underneath your eyes and his chest tightened at the realization. You didn’t want this. As if lost in your own thoughts, he noticed that you subconsciously begin to look around, for him no doubt. A dark, possessive anger hit him as he realized that your father was gripping you a little too tightly, and the Tanuki was eyeing you in a way that made his own blood boil. Without thinking, he acted.

All the wedding guests seemed to be frozen in fear as he stormed up to the area, the need to just take you away gripped him ever so strongly when the two of your eyes met. Your cold expression turned to that one laced with relief and guilt as if silently pleading him to just take you somewhere safe. Taking the silent hint, he smacked your father’s hands away. Coming out of his shock, he started yelling.

“Who in the hells do you think you are?” You father’s face was a beet red, as his eyes all but bugged out in anger. Huffing, the Oni growled out as he picked you up neatly into his arms as if you didn’t weigh but a feather, holding your shocked self closely to his chest.

“I’m her mate. Never bother her or us ever again.” He snapped, and before anybody could have time to process the fact that you were about to be willingly abducted, he bolted as he carried you safely back to his cave, or your new home. He knew that the yokai wouldn’t dare touch an Oni like him, even if he is a half-breed, he still carried the demonic blood of his ancestors. He liked to fight, he was use to it, but he wouldn’t hurt your family if he could help it. He kept sneaking glances at you, who in turn was blushing and glancing up at him owlishly. His heart-beat picked up at the small smile on your face and you looked so relieved, and he knew that he did the right thing.

Your home wasn’t too far away from his cave, but there were twists and turns of trees and the old beaten path was starting to be covered up by growing shrubs. It was cool and dark, and he felt you shiver a little in his arms, and he hummed as he placed you gently onto the furs, covering you up a bit. A calm quiet enveloped the two of you as he held onto you, letting you soak up his warmth as he gently drew circles on your hands.

“I’ll get some firewood and heat us up, alright?” He broke the silence, and you nodded. Taking a last look at you, he left the cave as the disbelief in his own actions clouded his thoughts.

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You were in the twilight zone. First, a surprise marriage, and then you let yourself willingly get abducted by Tai, who was very blunt about his feelings towards you, thus reciprocating your own feelings for him, and now your new home was here. Although relieved and feeling very, very safe, you were so tired from the swirling of chaotic emotions that rocked your normal stagnant world. The warmth of the fur skins and Tai’s heat that he gave you soothed your nerves as your world gently faded into black.

You awoke to a soft snoring and the crackling of fire licking at the wood that he had chopped. When you tried to move, you noticed that the searing warmth was from Tai himself as his arms were wrapped around you, hugging you close to his chest. You couldn’t help but wiggle a little, feeling a little too warm as he murmured something, cracking an eye open.

“Hey.” He said softly, eyes staring down at you with such a gentle emotion.

“Hello.” You answered back, and he gave a lofty chuckle.

“Didn’t mean to get too carried away, there. Couldn’t bear it, seein’ ya so sad...n’ other things.” He admitted calmly, yet his thundering heartbeat gave away his nervousness. You felt your emotions soften with warmth at the notion, looking up at him through your lashes.

“They kept me guarded in the shrine, because they knew what I was planning.” Your cheeks reddened as you continued, and he listened carefully. “I was going to run to you, if I’ve gotten the chance.”

He looked at you with slight surprise, but the smile stretching across his face was there in an instant as his eyes twinkled with warmth.

“So, we’re married, now? Husband n’ wife?” He asked hopefully as he changed the subject. Such a jovial and excited feeling flooded through you as he mentioned the titles. Yes, wife, you were his wife. Although there wasn’t a ceremony binding you, the two of you were already emotionally bonded, and it was more than you could ask for. Nodding with enthusiasm, you looked at him fully.

“Yes...I’m your wife, and you’re my husband.” You tasted out the sentence, liking the way it rolled off of your tongue at the fact. At first he seemed to be frozen from mild shock, but then you gave a surprised whimper as he shuffled you closer to him, enveloping you in a heartfelt kiss. It felt so warm, and so right as he took his time in tasting you, running his tongue over the roof of your mouth, your molars, and then sucking gently on your own tongue. You let out a soft whine at the feeling, trying your best to reciprocate his actions as he gripped you a little more tightly, yet squeezing you gently as he let out a surprised grunt of approval as you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, absentmindedly shifting your leg against his intimate area as he slowly broke away as a string of spittle connected your mouths.

The both of you were breathing heavily, but you looked almost wrecked, and he didn’t even touch you more intimately, yet. Heat pooled between your legs and you bit off an embarrassed whine as you realized that he could probably scent your arousal. You looked at him, and he was returning your admiring gaze with such a burning fervor, you couldn’t help but kiss him again. He moaned a little in surprise, but then relaxed as he hummed with approval at your boldness.

Breaking away, he chuckled softly as he ran a hand down your back, tucking your chin up ever so gently to look at him.

“Ya know I’ve been wantin’ this for a while. Seein’ yer shy self just bloom up fer me, n’ leavin’ such soft touches will make a pent up man go crazy, Sweetheart.” He bravely admitted, liking the way although your face was probably burning up right now, you were looking up at him with such a hungry stare, he groaned as he couldn’t help but kiss you for the third time, liking the way that you were practically salivating at his suggestive thoughts. After breaking away, you panted softly as you let the burning emotions flutter through you as you eyed him.

“I love you.” You admitted, leaving him to look down at you with the same killer softness that made you so warm and ticklish inside as he pulled you tighter into his chest.

“I love ya too, Darlin’.” He kissed your head endearingly as the two of you cuddled in silence, enjoying the intimacy. Although it was nice, you still had an unfamiliar itch to scratch, and you knew that he could probably scent out your arousal, but was waiting on you to say something, first. So you did.

“I’d like to consummate our marriage.” You admitted in a tone in which you almost didn’t recognize. He looked at you with very little surprise, and then he stared down at you with such a dark and needy fervor, it made you squirm with need.

“I know that there’s a chance that we’ll do it anyway, but do ya really know whatcha’re askin’ for?” He asked slowly, and you shook your head.

“I still have demon lineage, I’m constantly fightin’ myself from takin’ what I want. It was worse today, y’know? What if I was too late? What if ya were already gone, an’ I never saw ya again? It’s not yer fault, but I had to push down some very dark emotions today.” He explained slowly, making sure that you were well informed. You knew what he was talking about, but you wanted him to say it.

“What are you talking about, Tai?” You asked.

“I wanted to just take ya away somewhere safe, but at the same time, I wanted to just pin you down on the forest floor, n’ just…” He breathed in slowly, as if shamefully admitting this, yet the both of you knew that your heartbeat started to accelerate as his grip on you tightened a little, making you a beacon to the thoughts that were running through his mind. Even though the both of you got the hint on what he was talking about, his eyes burned through you with a dark lust as he dared to finish his sentence.

“...fuck you senseless. I hadda fight down those emotions, an’ they’re still pretty bad. We can try tonight, but I don’t know how or if I can handle them durin’ an intense and emotional time such as love-makin’.” He bit his lip as he quieted, looking at you with worrying, almost pleading expression that you wouldn’t judge. Heat crept upon your cheeks as you reached up and cupped his face, he felt himself relax underneath your gentle gaze as time seemed to stand still.

“I trust you. Besides, I don’t know if my parents will be foolish enough to try to take me away from behind your back, but I know that if I’m claimed, they won’t even bother.” You admitted truthfully, helping the both of you to just take the final leap of faith. He nodded in your hands, eyes burning bright.

“I’ll ask ya one last time, are ya sure? You’re playin’ with somethin’ dangerous, because I don’t think I can trust myself. I’ll do my best to never hurt ya, but still….are. Ya. Sure?” He drew out the words, making sure that you knew what you were getting in to. Honestly? You wanted him. You trusted him, and if he lets himself go, you wanted that part of him, too. You nodded, telling him verbally yes, and he delivered.

He flipped you onto your back, hovering above you, and you couldn’t help out a low whine of approval. The crackling fire made his muscles and fat glisten with sweat as he stared down at you with such an intensity burning through his amber eyes, you thought that you could probably come undone just by the sight, alone.

…………………….

He knew just from your scent, that you’ve been aroused for quite some time, and honestly? It fed his ego a bit too much, especially how you stared up at him, practically drooling with want as your eyes unabashedly wandered all over him. It made him feel very, very wanted. He moved first, not taking too long to chuck off your wedding attire, pulling out the hairpiece as your hair fell gracefully around you. Not wanting you to be the only one, he stripped, as well, throwing his and your clothes away somewhere as the two of you drank each other in.

He was feeling a little too warm, seeing you bared out for him, naked, flushed, and what really made his cock twitch, was that you were wet. Your face was red and you looked so shy and vulnerable, especially when you were seeing his cock, all heavy and swollen, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness and need. He kissed you again, more slowly and sweetly, letting the roughness of his calloused hands rub against your skin, letting his thumb brush heavily against a nipple. He held in a gasp as you moaned into his mouth, accidentally brushing your other leg against his dick for the second time in your hazy pleasure, him feeling his pre-cum smear onto your hot skin.

Deepening the kiss, he let himself bite and suck at your lower lip, letting his tongue slide over the sting, as if in a quiet apology. You whined, hands were fisted into his hair now as you returned such favors, although a little too sloppily. He didn’t mind. In fact, he lowered his mouth, feeling the pulse of your throat hum with a surprised yelp as he chuckled, and then harshly sucked, making sure to leave bruises for everybody to see. He groaned as your fingers pulled his hair tighter towards you, and licked the reddening marks in apology, but he really wasn’t sorry, for you were all but chanting his name as in a trance with need.

Taishiro pulled away, admired the sight, seeing how your body was glistening underneath the crackle of firelight, little sweat droplets rolled off of the peak of your breasts as they jiggled from your panting from another intense kiss. The image will forever be burned within his brain as you looked up at him from cloudy, hazy eyes and swollen lips from his biting and sucking.

He felt a dark, possessive feeling crept up upon him. Although in control, he did try to warn you, he didn’t want to succumb to his darker desires, especially with you. You were so willing and wet, and blushing, he plunged down the dark thoughts as he lifted up your right leg. An embarrassed sound escaped you, but he chuckled as he started kissing and giving small, feather-like licks on the inside of your thigh and the back of your knee, enjoying the sharp, surprised, and excited gasps that came out of your lips. He wasn’t even close to starting, yet, and yet here you were, aroused scent heightening at the intimate suckles that he was now lavishing on the back of your thigh and leg. You were so cute.

Licking his thumb, he pressed it against your perked nipple, watching your face as he flicked the nub, seeing how much you liked and reveled with the physical attention. He knew that he was stalling from the main event, but he just really wanted to take his time with you, his newlywed wife. A thought passed his mind as he first brushed against your folds, causing you to jump at the slight contact. He probably needed to be gentle. He was so much bigger than your small form, and also...well...he knew that you weren’t experienced. Truthfully, he didn’t care, and loved you no matter what, but he knew that he had to be extra cautious. He never wanted to hurt you, and he knew that he was big.

So he began rubbing your clitoris and entrance, making sure that your natural juices acted as lubricant to your sensitive, raw bud as he licked a stripe down your inner calve, relishing in the way you let out a pleased mewl. He chuckled.

“You liked that, Sweetheart?” He murmured against your flushed skin. You nodded as he slipped in two fingers, scissoring them gently and slowly into the almost too tight heat as he eyed you, taking in your small reactions of pleasure mixed with discomfort.

“Actually, I think I want to taste ya.” He said aloud, not hesitating to spread your legs further apart as he bent down to the point in where your flushed, dripping sex was right in front of him. You moaned in surprise, legs automatically tightening around his head as he let out a soft groan as he flicked his tongue against your sopping entrance. Sweet and divine was what you tasted like, and he decided to open you up slowly with his fingers as he also tongue-fucked you.

Your whimpers were the sweetest as you writhed beneath him, legs trembling and hands gripped all too tightly in his hair as he hummed in pleasure at your secretions covering his mouth and chin as he delved three fingers and his fat tongue into almost too tight and warm heat. The sounds were lewd, especially when he couldn’t help but slurp and suck up your flowing arousal, enjoying the sheer intimacy between the two of you as you chirped out his name in warnings that you were about to come. He wanted you to, so he didn’t say anything as he continued his ministrations. He felt his cock twitch as he felt you tightened up around his fat fingers and wet muscle, and then spasm as you held onto him with your hands and legs as if he were a lifeline, calling out to him so sweetly and wanton, that he was afraid that he might cum right then and there.

Breaking away ruefully, he sat up, catching his breath as he stared at you, and his heart skipped a beat and if it were any possible, more blood rushed down south. You looked absolutely wrecked. Your eyes were clouded with tears as drool dribbled down your chin, face, chest, and everything else was flushed with a pretty red as your grip on him loosened as you came down from your orgasmic high, and as if a switch was flipped, he surged forward and kissed you rather roughly. You groaned with pleasure as he massaged your breasts, letting his rough hands palm over and rub at your nubs. His dick rubbed against your thighs, and your hips in return moved on their own accord, trying to reach for more as he bit and sucked at your throat and neck, leaving newer, red marks traveling downwards.

He broke away, looking down at you with question.

“Are ya alright, Sweetling? Do ya wanna stop?” He didn’t recognize his own voice, raw and hoarse as he hoped to all layers of hells not that you were done, but he would never pressure you into anything that you didn’t want, and would always respect your choice.

“Taishiro, please continue.” Your own voice was even wrecked as you looked at him pleadingly and desperate to come again, and he couldn’t help but growl with almost feral approval that he did that to you.

“Alright, try to relax, okay, my pretty wife?” He found himself humming rather gently as he slicked his own pre-cum down his aching cock, smiling gently as your cheeks flushed with the endearment as you nodded. He kept himself from groaning from not only the friction, but from the sympathetic look that you were giving his dick, as if you wanted to lick it to make it feel better. Later, he thought. Definitely later.

He aligned himself to your entrance, intertwining his free hand with yours as he watched your expression carefully as your legs wrapped around his waist. He tried not to close his eyes as hot, tight heat started to surround him as you forced yourself to relax. He took small breaks, slowly kissing you as he moved inches further, speaking words of encouragement and endearment as you hummed softly in return, hand squeezing his. Finally, he was all the way inside you, letting his forehead rest against yours as he eyed your expression. You didn’t look like you were in pain, only in slight discomfort, but he asked anyway.

“How are you feelin’? Doin’ okay?” He grunted out. His expression softened as you rested a hand upon his cheek, kissing his forehead gently and he couldn’t help but hum with pleasantry at the sweet gesture.

“I’m wonderful. You’re wonderful. Please keep going?” You asked, and he grunted, refusing to refuse such a request. He kept an eye on you, feeling the unfamiliar heat envelope him as he rocked his hips ever so gently, feeling your walls squeeze him impossibly tight as the two of you watched each other’s expressions. He heard of stories. How inexperienced men could leave a woman unsatisfied. Granted he wasn’t too inexperienced, but it was his first time actually being within somebody, and it felt as if it were a sacred connection between the two of you, if he was being honest.

He’d be damned if he came before you, leaving you unsatisfied, and his pride and ego wounded. He reached down, gently rubbing your clit as you gasped softly at the added friction as he continued the torturous pace. He wanted to buck into you wildly, lose all control as his mind screamed at him to just take what he wanted. He hushed his thoughts. He was taking what he wanted, as it was gifted to him by his lovely wife.

“So beautiful,” He admitted, watching you move your hips awkwardly trying to mimic his pace. Your walls tightened, and he let out a small, breathy laugh mixed with a grunt.

“of course you’d be into that. My lovely, beautiful wife is taking me so well, hm?” He murmured lowly, as if almost afraid to break the intimacy.

“Taishiro...husband, Dear...please move faster.” You panted, trying to quicken your hips, and he tried not to falter. He trusted you in being sure that you wanted more, and so he obliged, trying to quicken his pace only a little bit, but found himself all but snapping his hips into you with fervor. He couldn’t find it within himself to apologize, for you let out such a beautiful sound as your head threw back, exposing your kissed throat as he felt you tighten even further, close to cumming. The sight fueled him as he couldn’t help but continue his almost punishing pace, one hand still intertwining with yours and the other’s fingers were soaked with pre-cum and your lubricant as it rubbed at your clit.

He sucked and licked at the column of your throat, asking you almost frantically to cum for him, kissing and biting.

“So fuckin’ tight. Such a perfect wife. Ya’re squeezin’ around me so beautifully. ‘M gonna carve my dick within ya. Ya’d like that, wouldn’t ya?” He couldn’t help but ramble, half aware of the things he was saying as you finally came around him a second time, and it was beautiful. You screamed his name as fresh tears coated your eyes with ecstasy, eyes squeezing shut as you spasmed uncontrollably around him, and his movements faltered, hips bucking wildly as he came in a large spurt, coating your raw insides as your name called out from his own mouth.

He fell onto his side, pulling you close to him as the both of you were breathing heavily. Through the orgasmic bliss, he admired the way your breasts rose and fell to the motions of your panting. It took a spell, but the both of you looked weakly at each other, and he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

“Did I hurt ya?” He whispered hoarsely. You shook your head.

“No, you were perfect. That was perfect.” You answered back weakly with such warmth filling your eyes, you were practically glowing as you held a soft smile.

“I love you, dearest wife.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, and you melted.

“I love you, too, beloved husband.” You truthfully admitted, squeezing his hand.

He felt himself softened as he gently pulled out of you, grimacing a little as a little blood was mixed in with his seed as it leaked out of you. He looked at you, about to question if you were really alright, but your eyes were shut, and you began to snore softly. He kissed you again, getting up to get a wet cloth from the cave water to wipe you down gently. When he was done, he pulled your sleeping form tightly against him, kissing your forehead as sleep overtook him.

……………

The morning after, you were a little sore, but you felt so damned happy, you were all over your husband and he relished in the attention that you knew he probably hardly got. He eventually made the both of you new clothes from deer skin, and the two of you packed and left to live in a human village, in your human disguises. Of course there were questions, but you and your husband lived peacefully, never really seeing or hearing from other yokai as the two of you loved each other dearly in domestic bliss.

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Whew this took me three days to write as I balanced between work and sleeping. I wanted to write it in Tai-chan’s perspective, and I’m not disappointed. I know there’s a lot of stuff missing, like further details on yokai and sending off wolves don’t have shrines, I don’t think, but it’s for plot. Self indulgent, really, but feel free to like or reblog <3

#Fatgum x reader #Taishiro Toyomitsu x reader #fluff #yokai au #I hope I didn't add too much angst #Ya'll want some sap with your dirty stories?#Three days #Too many re-writes #I'm happy with it though

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Teen Wolf 2020

it’s 2020 and corona is a bitch :) the wolves might not be able to get sick but they still wear their masks bcs they could still be carriers so *clears throat* WEAR YOUR MASKS Y’ALL!! this is very much a no one dies/everybody lives au :)

[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Scott McCall - age 26

this cute nerd. he studied veterinary medicine which takes about 4 years so he graduated in 2017 and works as Deaton’s partner at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. he’s dating Isaac (bcs he came back from France with Argent, remember) and Kira (she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and has a proper grasp on her powers). sorry scalia shippers but it’s not really my thing-

Stiles Stilinski - age 26

NERD. anywho- FBI dork became an agent in 2019 whoo and lives in DC with Lydia, Derek and Braeden. he’s dating Lydia and Derek and things are pretty chill - he yells at arseholes who refuse to wear their masks bcs ‘it’s uncomfortable :(’ like bite me karen no one cares

Derek Hale - age 32

grumpy sourwolf actually knows how to smile!! who knew- he lives in DC with Stiles, Lydia and Braeden most of the time but he and Braeden travel often to fight butthead hunters who need to mind their own business. he’s dating Stiles and he and Braeden are engaged - it’s cute and they’re being dorks about it. he likes to complain that they’d be married by now if it wasn’t for freakin covid

Lydia Martin - age 26

your local genius banshee~ 🥰 still awesome, still a harbinger of death - so yk, the usual. bcs she had extra credits she started as a junior studying maths and graduates in 2016!! 🎉🎉 she moved to DC after she got some money together while working as a tutor - the quartet splits rent (but usually it’s just Stiles and Lydia splitting it bcs the other two don’t technically have jobs and yk Derek is an unsub and Stiles is in the FBI which Lydia finds hilarious). she teaches adults in the local community college and helps supernatural folk on the dl - she runs a grief counselling service at the same place for people who’ve lost someone. she’s also trying to get a degree to become a high school maths teacher and it’s a lot but she’s got it handled.

Allison Argent - 24

accidentally brought back from the dead by the Dread Doctors. everyone could not stop crying bcs she’s back baby!! she died in 2011 age 17 and came back in 2012 so she wasn’t dead long thankfully - wanted to kill Theo bcs he messed with her pack even he did bring her back. she’s a chimera now lads- she needed a kidney transplant when she was young which was why she was kept away from the family business. she was a werewolf-werejaguar chimera like Hayden but stayed a chimera. Chris and Isaac stayed home and bcs she and Isaac never actually broke up, they kept dating - she found it funny that Isaac and Scott were dating at this point,, meanwhile they were panicking wildly :) she went back to school and said she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital for a really long time. she joined Liam’s year and again, wanted to very badly throw hands when she found out about Monroe- she’s the coolest, like she has claws and bow and arrows

Malia Tate - 26

our girl went to France as promised and hooked up with plenty of hot French people *le eyebrow wiggle* she found her beau there in France and it was not a love at first sight sort of thing - she wanted to punch them in the face,, in their very pretty face- she was basically doing her own thing when she smells them, another bloody werewolf and like don’t get me wrong, she’s fond of werewolves, but bloody hell do they cause trouble. and they smell her too and it’s like ‘eh-?’ bcs werecoyotes aren’t so common as werewolves. and they’re just there in a club in Bordeaux and they’re sniffed each other out and they kinda just pause like huh- bcs they were were not expecting to see someone that pretty- but that’s not the point of course- they pretend to leave together and as soon as they’re out of sight from humans, they start fighting in an alley, as you do. it ends up with the wolf tasting the wall bcs who the hell are you- once they figure out they’re both just there to party, things chill and they see more of each other, naturally, it’s all just a big coincidence and doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re dancing and it doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re sleeping together and it doesn’t mean anything. except it does. and they don’t know when it became normal to cuddle or wake up together or have breakfast together but it just was. and when the cute werewolf (who I still don’t have a name for-) plans on moving to the next place, she comes with. the pack are happy for her and they usually road trip from place to place so when the pack comes to visit in Prague? it’s fun to say the least

Kira Yukimura - age 25

she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and she and Allison became good friends. she kept going with school from home and is dating Scott. her powers are strong and when she sneezes bcs yk pollen or wtv, there’s sparks and it’s hilarious and Scott finds it adorable. she doesn’t really know what she wants to do yet and that’s cool of her

Erica Reyes - age 25

they thought she was dead- think again bitch, she slowed her heart rate down so they couldn’t hear and everyone thought she was dead - when the alpha pack got rid of her body and Allison found it, she told her to tell the others to pretend she was dead bcs of the Alpha pack - they beat the Alpha pack but she and Boyd hid with Satomi’s pack while that went down and helped generally after. she kept going with school and bcs she dipped for a while, ended in Liam’s year and eventually became a nurse in 2017. she works with Melissa McCall and joins for family dinner a lot.

Isaac Lahey - age 25

went to France with Chris Argent but kept going with his studies at Chris’ insistence. was dating dating Scott before he had to leave with Chris but they didn’t actually break up,, it was more ‘i’ll miss you :(’. came back to Beacon Hills when Chris came to help with the deadpool business and stayed bcs of Allison and Scott 💞 his studies were mostly uninterrupted and he studied law, becoming a lawyer in 2020!! so at least one good thing came of this infernal year- he wants to specialise in family law.

Vernon Boyd III - age 26

yea no, Derek didn’t mercy kill him bcs he was fine :) de nile ain’t just a river lads he went into hiding with Satomi’s pack and came back when the Alpha pack was dealt with. went back to school and ended up in Liam’s year. he joined the air force when he was 18 and finished his rotc training stuff in 2018 and it’s pretty alright - he’s a pilot but was discharged in 2019 bcs someone started with him and bcs they were a superior, he couldn’t say shit. so now he likes to wear ‘fuck the army’ and ‘fuck the air force’ shirt. he has mad respect for the people out there but the people in charge? fuck em

Aiden Steiner - age 27

he lives bitches 😎 Ethan had a silver chain on so he plugged the wound with it - it counteracted the oni poison and the chain started melting into the would (he had mild silver poisoning but he was fine). school was normal and now he’s an engineer, living in Beacon Hills. he and Ethan left for London for a while bcs that town was crazy af. while Ethan was very happy there, he missed home so went back. he got an online ordination and learnt Japanese bcs why not

Ethan Steiner-Whittemore - age 27

got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 Aiden officiated (this is 2018 btw) and it was cute. the whole pack was there and the wedding was in London bcs as quaint as Beacon Hills is

‘i’m only planning on getting married once so this is gonna be awesome’ - Jackson Whittemore, 2017

he’s dramatic but yk Ethan was a blushing mess bcs ~life partners~ he’s soft y’all. he’s a primary school teacher in London and they’re part of the South London pack.

Jackson Steiner-Whittemore - age 25

also got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 ngl he’s lowkey a trophey husband/sugar hubby bcs he’s rich af - he does business with his dad but it’s not a big workload. he and Aiden want to adopt and yk being rich will hopefully help

Theo Raeken - age 25

ah yes, the absolute nightmare bi enby returns. (i hc him with he/they pronouns ✌🏽 as you do) so he successfully gained Scott’s trust and is part of the pack - yay! he and Allison have a sort of ‘you’re a bitch’ ‘no u’ *saves each others lives* relationship at this point - it took a while for Allison to warm up to him but he did save Liam’s butt several times so,, anywho, he’s still a werewolf-werecoyote chimera and he’s cool with it. he went to an online school and got his high school diploma - Liam then snuck him into the school and he signed the bookshelf bcs yea he didn’t graduate there but he did go there and now he’s graduated so yay. speaking of, he and Liam are dating, yea ik we been knew. they started dating in 2014 and Theo now works waiting tables at a local restaurants bcs he lives with Liam and his parents (you best bet that when they found out he was living in his car, they made him move in so he pays rent, not at their request but his). that was till 2017 and they moved out into an apartment together. Theo chips in on rent but it usually ends up being split 60:40 (Liam: Theo) so he cooks and cleans a lot,,, mainly bcs Liam can’t cook and does laundry like a maniac-

Liam Dunbar - age 24

this werepup is just as chaotic as always - he cannot be trusted with laundry bcs he doesn’t split colours from whites :) honestly it makes me wanna cry a lil bcs he can’t even fry eggs either- he has Theo to cook for him tho so that’s all good. he’s a history tutor for the high school students bcs he likes history and he knows the pain of high school- *shudder* he got an online Spanish and TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) degree and is now teaching at Beacon Hills High but yk his first year teaching is all online bcs 2020-

Mason Hewitt - age 23

he’s Emissary to the pack when they don’t have Deaton *wipes tear* he’s all grown up- he went to UCLA and majored in biophysics and minored in LGBTQ studies (graduated 2017). he lived on campus (kept the bat next to his bed lmao) and videochatted with Liam almost everyday - he would visit almost every weekend even tho it’s a 6 and half drive but hey. he got an apartment near the uni where he and Corey lived after he graduated. they’ve been engaged since 2018 (it was actually the day after the Steiner-Whittemore wedding). he’s helping work on a new drug delivery system and they moved closer to Beacon Hills (Sacramento)

Corey Bryant - age 24

he also went UCLA, studying comparative literature and LGBTQ studies, and lived on campus (for 3 years before moving in with Mason in 2017) before graduating in 2018. they’re engaged and moved to Sacramento. he’s writing a novel that will thankfully have nothing to do with their confusing ass lives

Cora Hale - age 28

lesbian queen *bows* still part of her pack in Ecuador, South America - she’s got a lady lover who I call Rosa (affectionately nicknamed Rosalita). they met when she first got there age 12 (Rosa being 13 at the time). Rosa taught her Spanish and made her feel like part of the pack - after all the Alpha pack stuff, when she went back with Derek and Peter, she didn’t realise how much she’d missed them- how much she’d missed her. Derek asks if that’s her girlfriend and she’s like ‘wha- o.o’ and Rosa just goes ‘yup - nice to finally meet you guys’. she still visits DC to see Derek and Beacon Hills to see Erica and Isaac. even tho she lives in a different continent, Peter still looks out for her, sending anonymous donations in Talia’s name to the areas surrounding her pack’s territory

Brett Talbot - 24

*singsongs* ~he did not die~ the car swerved out of the way and the pack took him to Deaton who burnt the poison out of him (it was a long and painful process but he’s fine y’all). he’s the new lacrosse coach at Devenford Prep and he and Liam have a (mostly) friendly rivalry :) he’s a single pringle not bcs of lack of dates but just bcs he hasn’t found the one yet

Lorilee Rohr - age 22

also did not die :) she finished high school (2015) and went on to studying at UC Berkeley (art practice and theatre and performance studies, major and minor), graduating in 2018. she and Brett moved once he reached age 18. she makes and sells art from home

Nolan Holloway - age 25

after proving himself, same as Theo, he was eventually accepted into the pack. he and Gabe were dating and that’s that so he did mourn him for a long while. he works with hunters on the dl, trying to stop them hunting the supernaturals - he’s flipped 23 away from the dark side by 2020. he and Liam are friends which took a while but Nolan has his back (like there was that one time someone from the lacrosse team said they weren’t gonna ‘follow some mongrel’ so he reminded them that Liam was co-captain and if they didn’t wanna follow him, they could kindly fuck off :)) he’s a simp and has a raging crush on Brett like me too bruh

~the end~ for now

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anarcho-smarmyism · 3 years

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open letter to fenrir wolf: plague edition

Wolf, if you can hear this, it’s 2021, and it’s a plague this time around. my first letter was supposed to be an offering, not a goddamn invitation.

I remember the weekend before quarantine began, dancing (badly) with my Freyan friend at a pub last saint patrick’s day, the band joking about the elephant in the room, saying that everything was fine, they were all the way up on the stage, they wouldn’t get anyone sick. I had been thinking about the previous saint patrick’s day, but even then, even through my drunken haze and bitter memories, I thought I could hear a note of desperation in the singer’s voice; I remember the tremble of quiet dread. I told myself to stop being paranoid. everything’s always a false alarm, until one day it isn’t. this saint patrick’s day, against my better judgement, I went to a bar alone because I’d just bought a red dress, and honestly, because I needed to be away from my in-law’s house for a little while longer. I sat down and took off my mask once I’d entered one of the few places you’re allowed to irresponsibly have your mask off in, and it feels weirdly intimate to let people see my face in public by now; back when all I had was a black bandanna, I used to pretend I was an Old West outlaw, and wonder if I’ll ever grow out of pretending to be a cowboy from the movies…or if I I’d have the opportunity to. I had a couple beers, wondered for a few stupid moments why everyone was wearing green and shamrocks, and made idle small talk with the bartender while I stared blankly ahead and wondered how it could be a whole year, and also how it could be only one year, and how it is that all the world’s people let the rich and powerful shovel us by the millions into our graves.

when it started, they told us not to buy masks. everyone was panic buying everything else, and they wanted to make sure they didn’t run out for hospital workers and such. i was able to get some bandanas for me and Tyr’s kid before they ran out, while the TV was still discouraging us from buying them if they mentioned it at all, not to mention the current president’s rabid followers screaming at you in public for defying their leader’s lies that the virus is a hoax and the mass graves in italy and new york are fake news. he rolled his eyes at me at the time, but now the party line is that everyone ought to be wearing two masks if you can. no one seems to remember stuff like this; but then why should they, when the news is showing the last head of state’s supporters storming the capitol? panic buttons had been ripped out; someone refused to call the national guard over and over again, while the racist mob built a noose outside, breached the perimeter, and went looking for politicians to kill because they weren’t going to let their god-emperor stay in power. for aspiring revolutionaries, i must say they weren’t very ambitious; they killed a cop and got shot just to do nothing but take selfies once they got in and found no one inside to kill; they even walked obediently in line between the little velvet ropes on their way in. the only saving grace is that, since their god-emperor has spent 8 months telling them anyone who wears a mask is a pussy and a communist, they all left their hoods at home and many were identified. reports of off-duty cops being among the attackers trailed in. I worked customer service for 9 hours wondering if I was wasting precious time I’d need to look into getting a passport.

it almost worked, Wolf. Just like the nukes almost flew in the 80’s and the climate change is almost certainly going to reach the point of no return within a decade. how many almosts do we have left? Will we keep going from reckoning to reckoning of our own design, playing chicken with nature instead of trying to throw off these shackles and just live, until one day our luck runs out? I suppose that always was the plan on some scale, but I hoped we’d at least get to walk on another planet first. How can this be the end of history, with that great ineffable blanket of stars above us that we haven’t yet explored?

It was only a month or so ago that a blizzard hit Texas -not just where I used to live, where blizzards are rare but fierce and we build our houses to withstand them, but deeper south where a light dusting would make local news for weeks. the strain was too much for the grid; the politicians had made sure the state’s not connected to the rest of the nation’s infrastructure, so entire cities lost power…the poor parts of the cities, anyways. people were circulating infographics on how to resist hypothermia along with pictures of icicles forming on ceilings of their apartment buildings. then the stories started pouring in. children found huddled in their trailers around their younger siblings to try and keep them warm, dead of hypothermia. old ladies’ frozen bodies found by family who’d seen her alive and well mere days ago. families trapped in their houses, built to stay cool in the brutal desert heat, buried by the snow and unable to eat, stay warm, dig their way out, or call for help. some politician lost his job for telling people to stop asking for help because “the strong will survive”. the masters of our world, the ones that stand smugly guarding the gateways from this world to a better one and slaughtering all who approach, really think that surviving because you’re rich and powerful, because you struggle so little that life itself is something you take for granted, is the same thing as survival of the fittest. i saw my peers laughing and saying Texans deserved it for voting the wrong way, and I think something broke inside me, because when that rage erupted from that ugly hidden place that is always burning my hands shook and I wanted to howl until my throat started to bleed and I could’ve summoned you with all the hate that came over me, and who’s to say I didn’t, the way things are going? and this is the new normal, for the rest of my life if not for the rest of our species’. we are guaranteed so little time, and yet we throw it over our shoulders with both hands so we can make the numbers on our ATM screen go up. i feel like i would do anything to guarantee the survival of my species, but I can’t deny some part of me believes we deserve this.

because if this is really it, Wolf, people will blame you, but we are the ones who built this world. I wont bore you with more politics, but the scientists knew how to prevent the worst of it from day one. all we had to do was shut down industry for a few months -and oh, how I remember thinking I could almost hear you laughing as I watched them talk about it on TV as though they might actually try and save us, knowing deep in my bones that the movers and shakers of our species consider it no contest at all, between sacrificing billions in profits and millions of lives. they may be lying bastards, but their devotion to greed is as eternal and sincere as was your promise to make the ones who bound you pay -and they have no qualms about paying the same abominable price. My anger is making me reckless, and I know it, and I know that they always say you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you -and maybe it’s true, but it’s also true that they’re only feeding us at all because they know hungry people may swallow them whole. how can I blame the plague or the storms or the riots for our doom, when the extent of the death they’re causing are only the consequences of human actions? how can I hold my livid need to get back at the bastards with my duty to my own humanity in the same body, when they crash against each other like two asteroids headed in opposite directions?

we just heard that vaccines are available in our state, right when I was halfway through writing this. I’m sure it’ll be weeks until we can breathe without fear, Wolf, and even then, the storms and the riots, the coming famines and wars, means that reprieve will be small and bitter and filled with irony and dread. I’ll be sure to give you some raw meat and take a shot of that godawful whiskey so you can laugh at the face I make. sometimes I wonder if you’d be on my side, help me and my friends break their haughty power, reclaim the world, and start rebuilding the forests we squandered in our ignorance and greed, were you given the opportunity. I’d like to think so, and it seems like the kind of thing you’d be into -but then, we’ll never know, will we? Despite all I’ve said, I still hold out stubborn faith that one day humanity will learn that so long as one of us is imprisoned, none of us are truly free. We're not like you, so you'll have to take my word for it: humans need mercy like wolves need to hunt. Just because we can technically stay alive in these chains that force us to forget that the humans' only true strength was always only their cooperation with each other, doesn't mean it's good for us to live this way. If we can learn that we are strong enough if we stand together, we can take them down before they take us and countless other species down with them. People have been certain the world would end before; and they’ve all been wrong so far. perhaps it’ll take more than this to kill us.

-but that’s the thing, isn’t it? more is coming. it always has been.

But I really, really want to thank you for dancing 'til the end You found a way to break out You're not afraid to break out

#death tw #idk how to tag triggers on this it's kind of a lot #processing covid trauma in this one be careful #spilled ink #smarmyanarchist #the song at the end is also an absolute bop about the apocalypse which is oddly cleansing. just trust me janalle monae is always right

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inkformyblood · 3 years

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i wish i was only as cruel

Jangobi Week 2021 Prompt #4 Forced to Work Together (Modern!AU, Background other relationships)

Obi-Wan carefully placed his tea down at his desk, the wood highlighted by a chain of rings from all the cups that had come before it, and settled into his seat. His office still felt oppressive to him — inherited quickly from Qui-Gon in the wake of his sudden passing — as it was still fitted with the dark wood and occasional twisted plant that his old teacher had favoured. Obi-Wan had tried to put his own touch on things, but found himself hampered time and time again by the guilt that twisted through his ribs like a living creature, settling to bite at his heart.

Pausing for a moment, Obi-Wan allowed himself to turn towards the large window set in the centre of the only wall uncovered by bookshelves and disguised filing cabinets. Beneath him, almost hidden through the heavy smog that rose from the twisted roads that could be mistaken for rivers, lay the city of Coruscant, lit in a fire of reds and sickly yellows.

The building, a set of law offices inhabited by every speciality possible, was quiet around him, except for the distant rumble of a trolley passing over one the floors above — the sound filtering down the towering central staircase — and the muted almost bubbling music from Plo Koon’s office two floors down. They had passed each other that morning, the other man smiling at him from behind his brightly patterned mask while his assistant, Wolffe — Obi-Wan had never quite been able to meet his eyes properly — nodded his greetings before readjusting the pile of files in his arms. Obi-Wan had been able to hear their voices, pitched low but he could still hear the note of care twisting through Wolffe’s words, the other man a constant presence at Plo Koon’s side.

His own assistant, Cody, was one of Wolffe’s half-brothers, proving time and time again that the universe was conspiring against Obi-Wan specifically, and that it truly was a small world for all that Coruscant was filled with people. Obi-Wan was surrounded by the children — the echoes as Jango called them when they let him — of the man he once loved with everything he was.

Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of old regrets from his mind, Obi-Wan took a sip of his rapidly cooling tea, letting the slight bitter taste centre him for the day ahead, and turned to the first page of his paperwork.

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“Tea, sir.”

Obi-Wan startled, eyes dry and aching as he blinked slowly, feeling the final lines of text sear into his eyes as he glanced up. Cody pointed towards the gently steaming cup next to his elbow, his brow creased in familiar worry lines, before shifting his grip on the notepad tucked beneath his arm like a shield. With a gentle smile to try and soothe some of the other man’s worries, Obi-Wan reached for the cup, and paused.

“Cody?”

“Sir?” Cody didn’t shift nervously from foot to foot, or duck his head to try and get away like some of his half-brothers would when confronted with Obi-Wan’s reproachful stare. He had never acted that way since the first day he walked through Obi-Wan’s office door, and pushed the older lawyer out for a break so Cody could organise his files in peace. But Obi-Wan knew the look on his face — the slightly widened eyes, the mild look of surprise communicated solely through a slightly raised eyebrow — although Obi-Wan had first learned it from Jango.

The thought sent a pang of grief through his heart, grief for what could have been, and his nails dug into his palms for a moment before he moved past the emotion, letting it flow through him rather than fester in his chest like a wound. “What is going on?”

“If I tell you, it’s an internal matter—” Cody looked like every word was being dragged out of him, the corner of one eye starting to twitch “—would you let us handle it?”

As if on cue, a crash echoed through the half-open door, followed by indistinguishable yells. Obi-Wan was standing in an instant, moving towards the landing as Cody sighed, a far too world-weary sigh for such a young man, and followed him, moving with an almost military-like precision.

Sound carried through the floors, and on the landings above and below him, Obi-Wan could see the familiar faces of his colleagues peering down, all to a man pretending they weren’t deeply invested in finding out what was going on. Glancing down towards the entrance, Obi-Wan felt his blood run cold.

Boil and Waxer stood in the glass entryway to the building, hackles raised and arms outstretched to bar the door from the man trying to argue his way inside. Numa, their adopted daughter, was curled into Kix’s arms, her bright blue braids the only part of her that was visible, the man hovering half tucked into a doorway.

“Boil, Waxer?”

Waxer turned, using the motion to check on Numa as he did so, and caught Obi-Wan’s eye. Next to him, he could sense Cody’s glare lessen, the other man raising a hand to press it into his eyes next to him. Even Cody’s organisation couldn’t account for the force of nature that was Jango Fett.

“Is Jango here to see me?” Through the glass, Obi-Wan saw Jango freeze, his arms lowering as he pressed them to his side, but couldn’t make out the expression on his face. Was he angry? Remorseful? Obi-Wan still woke from nightmares of their final parting, the rain crashing down on them both as Jango kissed him once — fierce and desperate, his hand leaving bruises on Obi-Wan’s hip — before he walked away from everything they had built together.

Waxer looked at Cody first, the gesture small but it spoke volumes, before nodding hesitantly.

Obi-Wan turned to Cody, catching the rapid-fire flashes of guilt and grief flickering over his face before it was tucked away once more. “I’ll be fine,” Obi-Wan reassured him, laying a careful hand on his arm and squeezing.

“If you’re sure, sir,” Cody said, hesitancy clear in every unspoken word kept in his chest.

“Let him up. I’ll see him in my office. I’m sure he would appreciate someone showing him the way.”

It was a low blow, but a deserved one as Obi-Wan saw Jango flinch at the reminder through the glass that while he was slowly rebuilding relationships with his sons — those that would let him following the clerical error that led to their existences — he knew nothing about Obi-Wan’s life anymore.

“Tell your brothers thank you, Cody. And I thank you as well for looking out for me,” Obi-Wan murmured, as the crowd began to slowly disperse, assistants corralling their lawyers back into their offices with a careful word or, in the case of Rex and Anakin, hoisting the man over his shoulder and carrying him when subtlety failed to work.

“I know he’s trying, but—” Cody broke off with a frown and a shake of his head.

“He’s here. I can hear him out, at least.”

“Would you like some company, sir?”

Obi-Wan carefully sat back down in his chair, drawing his cup of tea closer to him. He stared at the dark liquid as he thought, breathing in the sweet floral scent. “No, thank you Cody. I believe this is a conversation best had by ourselves.”

Cody’s frown only deepened, too harsh an expression to have found its place on such a young face, and Obi-Wan sighed softly. “I believe Plo Koon was needing some help?”

It was an obvious ploy, but one he knew would work. Given Plo Koon’s involvement in their own case, all of Jango’s sons had a soft spot for the man, although he often had more than enough help in the form of his ‘Wolf Pack’.

“Sir.”

Cody turned to leave, and tensed. His bulk was blocking most of Obi-Wan’s view of the door, but the atmosphere in the room grew cold. “Buir.”

“Eyayad.”

Jango’s voice was softer than Obi-Wan remembered, tempered by time. Cody’s back stiffened further at the endearment, glancing back over his shoulder at Obi-Wan — worry clear in his eyes — before he marched out of the room.

Jango’s hair was speckled with grey, and longer than Obi-Wan remembered, curling around his ears. His face was lined and scarred, but his smile was the same — causing Obi-Wan’s stomach to flip reflexively, warmth flooding through him.

“I see you still need to cause an entrance,” he murmured, gesturing for Jango to sit opposite him. The man did so, glancing around the room with equal parts curiosity and apprehension, his gaze never fully landing on Obi-Wan.

“I didn’t want our first meeting back to be like this,” Jango sighed, scrubbing a hand across his eyes, leaning forward for a moment — looking as vulnerable as Obi-Wan had ever seen him, stripped out of his customary dark green court suit — before he settled back in his chair. “I had plans before I, before—” He broke off.

“Before you left shortly after finding out that you had inadvertently fathered hundreds of children?”

“I was a starving student at the time of those “donations”,” Jango snapped, catching himself before he escalated any further. “But that doesn’t excuse me running away.”

“It’s been nearly a decade, Jango,” Obi-Wan said, running a thumb against the faded pattern on his mug, feeling the heat press at his skin. “I thought you were dead. I mourned you.”

“I can’t apologise enough, cyar’ika. I was a coward.” He spat the word with more venom than Obi-Wan had ever heard. “And I will spend the rest of my life trying to correct my mistakes, not just the ones I inflicted on you, but on my children. But, what I came here before is more than that.”

“Oh?”

Obi-Wan sat back in his chair, saw Jango flinch at the appearance of his court persona, before the other man straightened in his chair. They had met in court, a courtship of arguments and battles fought with words, coffee and meals exchanged in the dead of night when neither of them could even see straight anymore. Jango had quit prosecuting when he left, fleeing without a word into the night, but he still knew how to pull on that mask, like an old familiar coat.

They had been legendary, and Obi-Wan couldn’t hide the grin that slipped out.

“I’m here because I’m being framed for murder. And you are the only person who can help me, even if you must hate me right now.”

“Jango, I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

Obi-Wan sighed, letting his head drop until his forehead was pressed into the soft leather adorning the top of his desk, breathing in the age old scent of varnish and coffee. “I will help you though. But you have to tell me everything.”

Jango could have carved from marble, but he nodded slowly, hands curled into fists so tight that Obi-Wan wondered if they would break.

“Okay, cyar’ika. What would you like to know?”

#jangobiweek #jangobiweek2021 #jangobi #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #star wars #my writing

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bigbangclappin · 4 years

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Wounded

Genre: Werewolf au, angst

Pairing: JacksonXReader

Warnings: Mentions of heat, thoughts of infidelity, mentions of smut, cursing? I don’t remember but just in case.

A/N: this is going to have one more part I think and it may just go on my Ao3 we’ll see.

Word count: 2,560

Summary: Going in to heat can make you act on the irrational and unheard of.

Heat cycles were such a pain especially when your mate was out of the den. Although it was frowned upon highly by your people, you considered finding an unmated wolf to help you out.

That’s how crazy heat made you. You would do anything to flush the heat. You moaned as you rolled over on to your bed nothing was distracting you from the pain and hormones coursing through your veins.

Your good friend was doing her best to talk you through it but it was so hard.

“Jackson said he’s returning to the pack in two days but I’m sure he’d hurry if he knew your heat came early.”

You shuddered at the thought of your mate, his sun kissed skin, rippling muscles, and handsome smile. God you were never going to flush this heat at this rate. Not when every time you closed your eyes you could hear Jackson’s voice in your ear and his light caresses on your body.

You cursed yourself for letting him answer the call of a distressed alpha that Jackson was good friends with. You both were aware of your incoming cycle but had thought you had some more time before it hit you like a ton of bricks.

How stupid you were.

“I can’t ask him to return when he’s out there protecting the pack, it’s selfish.”

“Well I’m afraid the moment you smell an unmated wolf you’re going to pounce on him…”

“I have some self-control. I just don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“(Y/n)-ah do you want the chains?”

“I’m not quite there yet, I don’t think.” you sighed in frustration, “But if he’s not back tomorrow I might need them.”

You sighed in irritation; how could he have left so close to your cycle? Without him you only had two options, tying yourself up (which was more excruciating) or to try and flush the heat with another unmated wolf. You wished you were strong enough to take being locked up, the fire that burnt through your body was enough to make you wish you were dead.

“Would you stay bound?” Jakyung asked you warily, “Last time you broke them the moment it became too much.”

“...I think I’m going to need Jinyoung.”

You heard your friend’s sharp intake of breath; her uneasiness more potent than before. You knew you were breaking something, a silent law and a promise. A very sacred bond between yourself and Jackson, and Jakyung didn’t want to help you destroy that bond but she felt duty bound. She was your best friend and she knew what it was like to go through a heat so intense without your mate present to relieve it.

“You should really think about what you’re doing (Y/n)-ah,” your friend advised, “We can call Namjoon and ask if he can let Jackson return early, if he knew what you were going through surely he’d let him come home.”

“Even if he allowed Jackson to return it would still take him at least a day to get home from Hong Kong, and then another half a day to return to the packhouse. I’m not going to be able to make it--he should have never left me…”

“It’s not like he could have ignored the call of another alpha who needed help. You know your mate is loyal to those he cares about. Please (Y/n)-ah think about what this could do, your bond will never be the same if you do this.”

You groaned and rolled about on your bed once more, your thighs clenching trying to lessen some of the intense pressure building up in your core. You were desperate, aching, and you’d do anything to have your mate between your legs.

“I’m going to try to sleep for a little while Jakyung; I’ll call you before I decide to do anything.”

You hung up and stared at your home screen before opening your imessage.

You threw your phone down on your bed miserably; you were suffering and he didn’t care. Sure the more rational side of your mind understood the loyalty he had to uphold to Namjoon. Of course an alpha like your mate would always come to the aid of a friend in need. It was wrong of you to think poorly of your mate for doing what was expected of him.

With a moan you laid your head down on your pillow, wiping the sweat away from your forehead. You were going to try to rest it out and as you laid there your restless thoughts only increased your desire for satisfaction. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You texted Jakyung asking for the chains.

***

Your packmates had come in often caring for you, feeding you, giving you water, keeping you cool. Jakyung even came to help rub salve on your aching wrists. Every time a male entered your home mated or not you pulled at your restraints, your wolf acting on instinct just to be mated.

On a particularly bad afternoon your best friend was cleaning you off and you caught the scent of a delicious unmated male. It had to be Jinyoung he hadn’t gone with the others and you recognized the inviting smell of pine and musk. It was similar to Jackson’s but your mate’s was more intoxicating.

You yanked on your chains with a snarl trying to get the male. Jakyung cooed to you trying to settle you and get you to stop pulling so hard against your own wrists but you’ve always been one of the strongest females in your pack.

“Jinyoungie help me...:” you cried in the most pitiful voice you could muster.

The male looked at you with widened eyes and flared nostrils. He could smell your neediness, sense your desire; he’d be crazy to act on it. Jackson was his good friend and if he were to act on his own instinct his friend would kill him and his reputation with the pack.

“(Y/n)-ah.” Jakyung scolded you, “You know better.”

“You try withstanding this pain Jakyung.” you snapped at your friend, “Jinyoung…”

Jinyoung swallowed hard and you followed the way his Adam’s apple moved; licking your lips you surged forward again, your arms screaming in pain.

“I can’t (Y/n)-ah,” Jinyoung replied woefully, “Besides I came with a message from Jackson, he should be home soon in about an hour or two. Just hang on ‘til then.”

An hour or two was a lot to ask for a female who's been in heat for four days with no relief. It was getting so hard to just stand up straight, you didn’t know if you could hang on for ten minutes let alone a couple of hours.

Your nose was twitching rapidly in annoyance; Jinyoung was so close and he could help you but he refused. How irritating it was to be a female. How annoying that Jinyoung still had his wits about him while you were slipping into madness.

“No one has to know,” you pleaded with him, “Please, it hurts.”

From beside you, you had noticed Jakyung had pulled out her phone and her fingers were rapidly tapping away. The sound was aggravating to your already over sensitive ears. You nearly snapped at her but Jinyoung had taken another step back.

“Jackson would know,” Jinyoung announced, “I will not betray my friend (Y/n)-ah, I’m sorry you just have to be strong.”

You whimpered in defeat; just wait til your mate’s rut came around. You’d let him experience what you were going through.

“He’s abandoned me,” you looked to Jakyung tears in your eyes, “He’s left me”

Your friend patted at your tears with a tissue gently, “That’s just your heat talking Pabo, Jackson loves you he’s on his way now.”

The overwhelming feeling of your mixed, irrational emotions were too much for your mind and body to endure. Your friend was right you knew it was just your heat causing you to think crazy thoughts but in your stupor you believed it more than you ever have.

Within a moment you let out a painful howl and yanked at the chains once more with all of your strength.

You were free.

Shifting before you even have had a chance to calm down You bolted from the house plowing through the storm screen taking off for the woods.

All your wolf wanted to do was run. She wanted to run away from the pain your mate had caused you.

You didn’t know how far you ran or for how long but when you finally came to a clearing you laid on your side with a huff and plopped your head down on the grass.

The area was safe so you decided to rest.

—————————————-

Your ear perked up at the sound of a snapping twig. You feigned sleep as you scented the air, your hackles raised at the familiar scent of Jackson.

Chancing a glance you popped an eye open, he stood maybe ten feet from you. He was larger than your wolf and he was easily capable of dominating you. But that wasn’t his way. He respected you too much.

His black coat gleamed in the dimming sunlight as he took another step toward you.

You bared your teeth at him in warning. You were still pretty upset with the entire situation. Your guilt was brewing and resentment was building steady in your heart. How could he have left you at your most vulnerable? How could you even think of betraying him?

He cocked his head to the side in confusion and attempted another movement to which you rose from your spot ready to run.

You let out a low growl; giving him a chance to back off. But your growl seemed to set him off for he snarled at you harshly.

You were nearly tempted to submit by instinct. Not only was your alpha demanding you to stand down but your mate too. The emotions running rampid in your blood and the deluded thoughts in your brain made you decide to take off instead.

The grass was plush beneath your paws as you rocketed across the meadow into the treeline ahead of you. Dodging the lush forest greenery was no easy task on a normal day, but with Jackson hot on your heels the entire dash was worse than the obstacle course you were drilled on when you were a pup. A few times you could feel his teeth nip at your hind leg. It caused less pain than him calling out to you through your telepathic bond. It hurt your heart to ignore the pleas of your mate but all you wanted was to be alone.

Jackson would have none of that though. He came up beside you and nudged you with his strength knocking you off balance. You tried to get up and run again but he pummeled your wolf with his to the ground.

You snapped at his jugular to which he growled sharply at. He weighed you down as you lashed out at him. Head and neck whipping wickedly trying to break free from his grasp, your teeth mashing together in frustration. He let you tire yourself out until all you could do was whimper in submission.

He nuzzled your neck affectionately, coaxing you to relax, scenting you so you would feel safe. You licked at the wound you had left on the side of his face near his nose, doing your best to show how sorry you were.

You whined in sorrow everything had just been so overwhelming in the state your mind and body were in. Your mate continued to console you the best he could; it made you feel worse with how compassionate he could be. Sometimes you felt you didn’t deserve him. You knew you didn’t deserve him. The loving, caring, alpha he was.

Slowly your wolf began to loosen her reins on your emotions and allowed you to shift back. Sensing your tantrum was over Jackson followed suit, he hovered above you eyeing you gently. Searching for any marks he may have left on you.

“Jacks I’m so sorry.”

He gave you a small forgiving smile while running a calloused hand through your hair, “I know you’ve must’ve been in a lot of pain and I’m sorry that I left you when you needed me most.”

You scoffed not really at him but at yourself. You felt worse than before, did he know what you were thinking about doing because he wasn’t there? The guilt was eating you alive and here he was your sweet, loving, mate apologizing to you for obeying the laws of your people.

You moved away from his soothing touch. You weren’t worthy of his comfort. Jackson was too good for you. Especially since you were so willing to forget about his mark just for a moment of relief. Not even true relief at that.

“Please don’t do that Jackson.”

He looked at you with hurt and it broke your heart even further. If he knew what you had tried to do to one of his closest pack mates he’d never forgive you. You couldn’t blame him either.

“What’s wrong (Y/n)?” your mate questioned, confused trying to reach for you again.

Another step back you wrung your wrists, “I need to tell you something.”

The tears filled your eyes almost instantly. God what if he hated you and never wanted to see you again? Of course you’d accept his decision if that were the case but your heart burned at the thought of losing him for good.

He nodded his head for you so you inhaled deeply, “I tried to convince Jinyoung to mate with me…”

Jackson was the one to take a step back this time; his nostrils flared wide in anger. You could practically see the steam exploding from his ears, his eyes turbulent with both hurt and jealousy.

“I’m so sorry Jackson I knew it was wrong but the heat was making me delirious and it hurt so much, much, worse than before…”

He ran a hand down his face as if he were trying to collect himself, “Did you act on it?”

You shook your head immediately, “Jinyoung refused right away.”

A growl rumbled through his chest at your answer and it made your wolf whimper in submission.

“I didn’t ask about him, I asked if you acted on it?”

His anger was rarely seen since it took a lot to rile up your mate to that point of no return; you weren’t really sure how to respond. Yes you initiated the conversation but you never did anything but proposition the beta.

“No I ran after he rejected my offer,” you said softly, afraid to say the wrong thing and tip your mate’s tank.

“Your offer?”

Jackson spat like venom he growled after a moment lost in his thoughts, “I’m going to hunt. Go back to the packhouse, if you aren’t there when I get back I’ll hunt you down and punish you no matter where I find you…”

A shiver rand down your spine as your mate shifted mid air; his back to you as he ran deeper into the woods. You sniffled the tears you felt away and began the journey back to your home.

You had some serious groveling to do.

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