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Lunar Violence (jjk)

Summary: You’re not a big fan of your best friend’s favorite band, Lunar Violence. Their werewolf gimmick makes you roll your eyes, even if the music isn’t too bad. When she drags you to a concert just as the blood moon rises, though, everything changes.

Warnings: werewolf sex, possessive behavior, choking, knotting, marking, heats and ruts so whatever consent issues you feel are within that realm, unrpotected sex, werewolf dick, abo dynamics

Word Count:7445

Rating: Explicit

You're not normally a fan of gimmicks, particularly with your music. So when your best friend begs you for a solid week to go with her to this concert, you're wary when you do a simple Google search.

Lunar Violence might be the dumbest fucking name for a band you've ever heard, but they certainly seem like they're going for a certain vibe. You'd definitely have been into it when you were a teen, the fake fangs, the facial piercings and torn leather pants, the howling they do at the ends of some of their songs.

The music itself isn't bad, the lead singer is stupid hot and has a smooth low tenor and bedroom eyes.

You flip through only a few of the member pictures before making a decision based on the fact that they're good eye candy, at least.

Your friend Jia jumps up and down excitedly when you tell her and shows you the signs she's made. She's got a thing for the one they call Happy, a lean bassist who has a bright smile and a sexy glare.

"What are with these names? The seven dwarfs? I think they're mixing metaphors."

Jia snorts. "They call the drummer Baby because he's the youngest. It’s not that dumb and the music is really good, you’ll love it, I promise!"

"This is so dumb. You owe me."

"If I get close enough to Happy to make eye contact I'm gonna make him mine and then I'll give you anything you want." Jia says determinedly.

It’s a few weeks before the concert, so you find yourself listening to a few albums and actually getting pretty excited about it. It should be a fun time, get you away from the stress of your every day life, at the least.

You had no way of knowing that the night of the concert would complicate your life tenfold.

“Do we always have to schedule concerts around rutting season?” Namjoon whines after hitting yet another wrong chord on his guitar.

“It’s the best part about this job!” Hoseok grins.

“I can’t fucking concentrate being horny all the time, I agree with Joon,” Yoongi agrees, banging his forehead down on the keyboard.

“Should have called you Horny rather than Lucky,” Seokjin snorts, and Hoseok laughs so hard he nearly knocks over his bass guitar.

Jungkook watches them with a fond smile on his face, his brothers. Not by blood, of course but being the only werewolves in the city made them have an instant connection and camaraderie, and they’d created a pack pretty quickly. The music had come later, they’d all been interested in it, all had some talent and all been blessed with good looks, and after that it was only a matter of who did what and stage names.

Kim Seokjin, with his regal looks and sharp jaw: Prince.

Min Yoongi, with the scar over his left eye he’d gotten scrapping with a grey wolf in the woods behind his house in Daegu as a pup: Lucky.

Jung Hoseok with his easy smile and eager nature: Happy.

Kim Namjoon, always so serious and intelligent: Beethoven.

Park Jimin, with his pretty face and sneaky smirk: Sly.

Kim Taehyung with his sweet nature and affectionate personality: Honey.

Finally, Jeon Jungkook, because he'd been barely old enough to breed when they'd met: Baby.

"Baby hasn't had his first rut yet, yeah?" It's Jimin, smirking, always giving Jungkook grief about something.

Jungkook narrows his eyes and chucks a drumstick at him but it's no use, Jimin catching it in one band and twirling it like a goddamn baton. Jungkook would say Jimin was graceful if he hadn't seen him fall off about a dozen barstools and half a dozen stages, sober even for the latter.

“Kinda late, isn’t it?” Seokjin speaks up, and Jungkook knows he’s teasing but it stings a little, nonetheless.

“He’s only just turned 23. You were two weeks from your 23rd before you ever popped a knot, hyung, or have you forgotten?” Namjoon snarks, and Jungkook snickers as Seokjin makes a face, that vein on his neck pulsing just a bit.

He shouldn’t laugh, they’re just as likely to come to blows during the beginning of a rut and in a full moon cycle, but he can’t help himself

Yoongi, as usual, manages to keep the peace by offering to order pizza and foot the bill, a truly saintlike act since they could go through a pizza each, as hot as their temperature would be running by now.

Jungkook doesn’t say that he’s had a knot for two years now, the very thought of his hyungs knowing that makes him blush so much he hides it by wiping his face with a towel, pretending to have been sweating.

Truly, he should have had a rut by now, triggered by all the pheromones' from the shows they’d been doing, this tour had been particularly rough due to the upcoming blood moon, at least for all the other boys, and it isn’t as if Jungkook hasn’t mated, of course, but a full rut? Not even the hint of it. It worries him, but Namjoon keeps assuring him that everyone gets there in time, people are just different.

Taehyung had been a late bloomer himself, not starting his first rut until he met and fell in love with his girlfriend, a short feisty redhead he’d met after a hand injury from stringing his bass guitar and slicing his palm open. She’d been a nurse who scolded him for not coming in sooner and it’d been almost instant, her green eyes triggering every wolf thing about him, or at least that’s how he tells it, all wide eyed and dreamy.

She’s a near constant in Taehyung’s hotel rooms now, sometimes riding along on the tour bus, but he doesn’t let her into anymore of the concerts even when she pouts, because human mates around a group of wolves around rutting season can be a dangerous time.

Taehyung is one of the gentlest wolves Jungkook knows, but he’d seen him snarl when Yoongi so much as winked at the redhead near a rut, so it’s probably for the best.

Anyway, Jungkook wasn’t worried (much). He’d find his true mate eventually, but probably not at a concert. Maybe he’d start his rut there, at least, around the full moon. He’d never have imagined that he’d find both.

The crowd is nice enough, although they seem a little feral. Some of these girls have signs that should be x rated, but you're not one to judge, especially since you've never actually….done anything too x-rated.

You feel a little strange when you enter the concert venue and you can’t quite put your finger on it. You shrug and blame it on the strong drink your friend had made you chug before you entered since she couldn’t finish it all herself.

It’s like there’s something living under your skin, some rush like heat, and it makes you feel antsy, ready to dance along to the music or at least laugh at your friend losing her mind next to you.

There’s a lot of gimmick to the concert and it’s bright and dark at the same time near the stage. You’d swear you’d seen the guitarist strum with no pick, with a sharp claw instead, but you’re sure it’s makeup, part of the show. They’re wearing contacts, too, you’re pretty sure, and the music is good, your friend isn’t wrong.

The song you’d heard that you’d like is actually their encore song, heavy on the bass and drums, and the lead singer even makes your skin feel hot a little when he makes eye contact and winks at you. The last solo the lights come down on the drummer, he’s on the back stage so all you can see is his long hair bouncing, the flex of his admittedly impressive biceps as he finishes the song.

You’ve been jumping up and down and singing along so much that you’re sweating and feeling a bit dizzy, so you drag your friend out the back alley while she’s still swooning, having gotten a direct smile from her favorite bassist.

“Did you see him? He looked right at me! We’re in love, Y/n. Do you want to be my maid of honor?” She’s babbling when you hear the click of a lighter next to you.

There’s people milling about, it wasn’t exactly a sold out show but there was a decent crowd, and people are now piling into the bar next door.

“Did you like the show?”

When you turn your head you’re shocked to see that it’s the lead singer, a couple strands of his silver hair falling over his eye as he smiles at you.

“Oh. Oh, yes, I liked it very...very much,” you stammer. He’s even more handsome up close. Those are some really good contacts, you can’t tell they aren’t real at all, even though surely no one’s eyes are a violet color like that.

“Sly!” Your friend screams, and you jolt forward, surprised.

The singer’s hand lights on your shoulder and you look down. You have time to think that they must make great money for these expensive special effects because they sure do look like claws before your friend rushes past you, yelling because Happy had come out the back with the rest of the band.

There’s no mob or anything, maybe a dozen people other than you and Jia, but it makes you a bit anxious nonetheless, especially since you’re still feeling just as antsy, hot and dizzy as you were before.

It might be worse, actually, as you stand outside in the moonlight.

“Sly’s just my stage name.” His voice sounds softer, closer to your ear as he leans in. “You can call me Jimin.”

“O-okay,” you stutter, unused to feeling this way. You’re usually more outgoing, talkative, but it feels so strange. You find yourself looking up at the sky as if looking for the moon.

It’s better, once you’re inside the bar, there’s not as much of a crowd and you’re sitting at a big table with Sly...Jimin, you remind yourself, and Jia and Happy, who seems to fit his name well, laughing open and loud with your best friend as if they’ve known each other forever.

After a few hours and a couple of drinks you’ve lost most of that antsy feeling since being indoors, and you and Jimin vibe well, becoming fast friends. You’re both flirty and talkative after getting to know each other, and your mood is lifted from the concert, the alcohol, and the socialization.

You even laugh about calling their gimmick dumb as they dodge questions about where they get their makeup and accessories. You assume it’s some kind of sponsorship situation or contract, not thinking much of it.

You manage to excuse yourself long enough to look for the bathroom, although Jia abandons you since she’s made her way into Happy’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and with a blissful smile you’re not sure you’ve ever seen on her.

There’s someone standing in the hall and it’s a narrow hallway and he’s pretty wide from the back so you stumble a little when you turn, placing a hand on the wall.

“Oh, excuse me!” You say, brightly, but when he turns you gasp, a little surprised by the bright red of his eyes before you realize it’s another member of Lunar Violence.

“Hello,” he says, quietly with a little smile and he has these prominent front teeth that are pretty cute, make him look a lot less intimidating, despite those contacts and an eyebrow piercing and his size.

“Oh, hello! You’re…”

“Baby,” he blurts, and it makes you giggle.

You feel a little tipsier than you’d realized, and you guess it must be since you’ve been sitting down for an hour or so and just gotten up.

He puts a hand over his face, embarrassed. “My name is Jungkook,” he explains. “I’m the drummer?”

It’s cute how his voice pitches up into a question, as if you wouldn’t recognize him. He’s definitely a bit more modest than the other two members you’d met, with Jimin and Happy (who you’d just learned also goes by Hoseoki), bragging about tours and performances.

“Pretty big for a baby,” you tease, and he makes an embarrassed sound in the back of his throat.

“I keep trying to get them to let me change it,” he mutters.

You introduce yourself and he smiles again, and his eyes aren’t as red as you’d thought at first, anyway, maybe it’s just the light. You brush past him as you continue to the bathroom after excusing yourself, and it’s a little zing through you, like static electricity.

It takes you longer in the bathroom than it usually would, that last drink really must have packed a punch, and when you return to the table Jungkook is sitting there, too, next to your empty chair. Jimin looks a little sullen and pouty, but he smiles at you, those violet eyes crinkling up at the corners, and you give him a bright smile back.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is all energy, jiggling his leg and tapping his fingers on the table and Hoseok seems to be watching him intently.

The atmosphere in general seems to have changed, and after exchanging numbers with everyone with the urging of Jia, you two excuse yourself.

The three men walk you outside and Jimin is close while Jungkook hangs back. You imagine Jimin is so close since you mentioned feeling a bit dizzy and he asks you twice if he can call you a car but you tell him that the fresh air will do you good.

It’s funny, the moonlight seems to energize you a bit. When Jimin leans in to kiss you on the cheek, you jump a little at a sound behind you, something like a bark.

Jimin jolts back a little, eyes widening, and you both laugh at your nerves.

“Stray dog,” you remark, and Jimin snorts.

“Something like that.”

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “So what exactly the fuck happened after I left?”

Jimin is sullen on the couch, arms crossed over his chest with a busted lip and Jungkook is sitting next to Hoseok on the floor on the other side of the hotel room with tissue up his nose, Hoseok tilting his head back.

“Baby is about to go into rut,” Taehyung sings, laughing, his girlfriend draped over him on the bed drowsily, his teeth marks littering her neck and throat.

“Don’t,” Yoongi warns. “Everyone’s just wound up. Full moon is in two days, after all, cut him some slack.”

“Sees one girl he likes and suddenly no one else can talk to her,” Jimin complains, gingerly working his tongue across his lip ring to see if it’s torn.

“You tried to kiss her,” Jungkook growls, and Hoseok pushes on his chest to keep him from getting up.

Jungkook can’t explain why his wolf wanted to rip Jimin’s throat out when he leaned in to kiss you, he’d just met you, didn’t even know your last name, but it was visceral, sudden, something crawling up his throat. He’d almost moved forward to do it before Hoseok said his name, sharply.

“We all get a little possessive about potential mates around the full moon,” Namjoon reasons. “But that’s not the way to handle it, Jungkook.”

Jungkook hangs his head and removes the tissue from his nose with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He looks over at Jimin but he means it for Namjoon. He’s still bitter, somehow, about Jimin’s hand on your lower back, his lips brushing your cheek. It makes his head feel fuzzy, his guts roll.

Namjoon, on the other hand, had been the one to “discover” Jungkook, back when he had no idea why his eyes were starting to change color with the moon cycles or why his nails grew out like claws. He’d started learning percussion just to get rid of some of the energy he had around those times, and he’d been 17 when Namjoon approached him in a music store when Jungkook was looking into buying cymbals.

Jungkook had been abandoned when he was a baby, adopted at four years old and he had no idea about his wolf lineage, or even that they existed, until Namjoon explained it to him.

“Jungkook doesn’t know his lineage,” Namjoon reminds them all. “He might just be presenting as an alpha, that’s a lot around the full moon, Jimin, you remember.”

Jimin grumbles something under his breath and Jungkook has to take a deep breath through his nostrils, smelling iron from their scuffle earlier, in order not to lunge across the room and hit him again.

Eventually, Jungkook has to move to his own room despite usually bunking with Jimin, and he finds himself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. He keeps seeing your bright smile, your curls bouncing around as you talked and laughed, mostly at Jimin, and it makes him stiffen to think of how Jimin had met you first.

Why did it matter, anyway? You’re just a person, just like he is, just a girl, and he doesn’t have the best track record with talking to girls, anyway. You’d been in the front row, with your friend who Hoseok had gotten so smiley about, he’d seen you just before he started his set, his vision clearer around the full moon.

The others laughed at him for how he talked about “the wolf,” as if it wasn’t a part of him, as if it wasn’t who he was, but that’s how it had always felt. He just hadn’t had a name for it until he’d met Namjoon. It was like this thing, inside him, this beast, something that clawed and scratched to get out.

Seokjin keeps telling him that he’s fighting the wolf, that’s why he hasn’t gone into rut or popped his knot, that’s why he feels so achy and fidgety around the moon cycles, that’s why he hasn’t shifted. Namjoon would always respond there was no way to know that but Seokjin just rolled his eyes.

“Aish, I’m your hyung, listen to me. I fought mine, too, when I was young, and when I shifted I broke a few bones. You should give in, let it ride in the front seat once in a while.”

Jungkook had nodded at the time but now, he doesn’t know how to do that. Drumming helped, it was a lot of work and energy expelled and it felt like he could let him out, the wolf, just a little. It’s why he’d gotten so big, staying active and lifting weights was something the wolf liked.

The wolf came sometimes when he masturbated, too, when he’d feel particularly worked up around the full moon, after a concert, sweaty and rolling his hips into his hand.

When he tries it after meeting you, he can’t even finish, ending up panting and sore, the wolf still snarling over the memory of Jimin’s lips barely brushing across your cheek.

Surprisingly enough, it’s Jungkook who texts you first. Wanna go for a drink?

You’re not sure whether to say yes at first, you’ve been feeling so strange. You can barely sleep, your skin feeling hot, as if you’d burned yourself with a too hot shower. You think about that night at the concert a lot, Jimin’s violet eyes, Jungkook’s almost red ones, how odd you’d felt.

You would have talked to Jia about it but she’s been abducted by the werewolf band, apparently, you’ve barely seen her in a week and when you had she’d been littered with hickeys and with a big goofy smile.

Part of you wonders if this is all some sex ring cult but she seems happy, jubilant even, so you agree, meeting Jungkook at a downtown bar.

He’s there before you arrive, you can see him through the window sitting at a table, looking wide and a bit intimidating until he lifts his head and smiles at you with a little wave.

His eyes are a warm brown now, pretty and wide, you’re able to notice the shape more without the contacts.

Jungkook is still all energy, maybe that’s just how he is, talking to you more and more as the nights go on and you two share a pitcher of beer, scooting his chair closer. You find he flushes a pretty rose when you flirt with him and can’t stop laughing when he nearly falls out of his chair when you prop your legs up in his lap.

By the end of the night he can’t stop smiling at you and you’re intrigued, moreso than you’d imagined you would be when you’d first met him, smiling shyly at you at the bar near the concert. You start to feel funny again, your head fuzzy, probably from the alcohol.

When you tell him, he’s all wide eyed concern.

You giggle. “Now I know why they call you Baby.”

He huffs a little.

He walks you outside just as he did before but this time he doesn’t hang back, and when you reach the alleyway, he places a hand on the swell of your hip as you take a few deep breaths of the night air.

You’re surprised, laugh a little until you look up into his eyes. You’d swear they looked red tinged again, but surely it’s just the beer.

“Not a baby,” he murmurs, moving closer, pressing you up against the brick with his body, and you hitch in a breath.

“No?” You ask, boldly trailing your finger along his collarbone through the black tshirt he’s wearing.

He shakes his head, leaned down close enough to your face that his nose brushes yours.

“Prove it,” you tease, and he makes this rumbling sound in the back of his throat that makes goosebumps break out across your flesh.

He leans down further, nips at your lower lip, and you moan, body surging forward toward his as if it was made to fit it. You’re not sure if you kiss him or he kisses you, but his tongue is in your mouth, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

You feel hot all over, dizzy in the most pleasant way, at least until he pulls away, gasping.

You whine, a sound you don’t think you’ve ever made before, when he’s not touching you anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps. “I’m sorry. I should go.”

He’s gone before you can even gasp out another whine of his name, and the moonlight on your skin burns instead of cools.

Jungkook tells this story in a burst to his bandmates the next day, hungover with his head pounding.

“You just left her there?” Jimin says, his face shocked, and Jungkook feels the wolf make a growl start at the back of his throat.

Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder and it turns into a whine instead.

“I’ve never felt him that close, hyung. Right at the surface. I wanted to…”

Namjoon and Seokjin meet eyes above Jungkook’s lowered head.

Jimin catches it. Jimin catches everything, it’s one of the best and worst things about him.

“What? You think…” Jimin laughs. “No. She can’t be his.... She’s not a wolf, I would’ve smelled it when-”

Jungkook surges out of his seat, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. “When what, Jimin?”

Jimin’s eyes glow a pale violet as he snarls back, uncaring that Jungkook towers over him.

In the end, Namjoon and Seokjin have to separate them physically as they bark and snarl at each other.

Hoseok and Taehyung are missing, having holed up to ride out their ruts with their human mates instead of the house the seven share.

Yoongi huffs out a breath. “He’s definitely presenting as an alpha.”

“No shit,” Namjoon barks, unusually on edge.

Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung are the betas of the group, and until now there had only been a slight difference among the bandmates despite their different rankings.

Alpha pheromones were stronger and their senses were more heightened around rutting season, particularly for other mates.

In the end, they have to completely change how they house themselves, with Jimin sharing a room with Yoongi, and Jungkook sharing with Seokjin.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook says miserably, his wolf finally calmed as he sits down on the bed.

“It’s not your fault,” Seokjin says, voice much less harsh than Namjoon’s had been earlier when he’d scolded him. “I saw Namjoon during this time, and it wasn’t easy.”

Jungkook looks up at the elder with wide eyes. “Really?”

Seokjin snorts and nods. “Yeah, around the full moon he was unbearable, snarling at everything.”

“I just didn’t want to scare her or...or hurt her...I wanted to put her against the wall and…” Jungkook trails off, embarrassed.

Seokjin only smiles and ruffles Jungkook’s hair. “That’s normal too, Baby. You wouldn’t have hurt her, especially if it’s what we think it is.”

“What...what does that mean?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “Something you gotta work out on your own.”

Jungkook groans and flops down on the bed as Seokjin laughs, heading downstairs to make dinner while things are calm.

He has trouble sleeping again, but this time instead of wondering why, he knew, could almost feel the soft skin of your hip on his palm like it was still there, how you’d moaned into his mouth, whined for him.

Jungkook isn’t sure there’s a cold enough shower to help.

You can’t seem to sit still as the full moon nears, feeling like you might jump out of your skin. You can’t count the number of friends you’d called but no one seems up to going out. You bite your lip while looking at Jungkook’s contact on your phone screen.

If you think about it long enough, you can still feel the way he pressed against you, how the hair on the nape of your neck stood up when he nipped at your lip, how hot you’d felt, how wet…

You sigh and scroll up, seeing Jimin’s name instead. Jimin had been fun to be with the night you’d met, easy to talk to, less….intense. And he didn’t make you feel like you were about to crawl out of your skin, so you ask if he wants to meet up for a drink.

It’s late, by the time you decide, and the moon is out, waxing toward fullness. There’s only a tiny sliver remaining, big in the sky, and you can’t stop looking up at it as you walk to the bar near your house.

You’d chosen it because it’s close and not because it’s where hot drummer Jeon Jungkook, also known as Baby, had pressed you against an alley wall and made you almost…

Jimin jolts you out of your thoughts, calling your name and waving as you approach the door. He’s leaned against the doorjamb, giving you a smirk and you think now you understand why they call him Sly.

It makes you smile and again, you vibe well with him, you get along in the best way, conversation is easy and you don’t feel gooseflesh or your hair stand up when he brushes his fingers against yours.

Jimin knows he’s playing with fire when he replies to your text, but they don’t call him Sly for nothing, and you’re interesting, for a human. He’s only met one other female wolf, a tall and feisty woman with a sharp tongue and the most beautiful brown eyes, but she’d had a mate and well...things hadn’t ended well.

Jungkook thinks of his wolf as this separate entity but Jimin disagrees, let’s his wolf do what it wants, so that all the bad things he feels have some kind of outlet. This was especially so after he’d lost his brown eyed wolf girl, so he invites you back to the house, knowing that Jungkook will be at the gym all night before the full moon tomorrow.

In fact, all of the others will be out, finding fun of their own, and why shouldn’t Jimin do the same? It isn’t as if Jungkook has marked you, or even can, since you’re human.

Your eyes aren’t quite the same shade of hers, but he can pretend.

Jungkook works out until his muscles ache but nothing can shake this feeling he has, like something’s wrong. When he leaves the gym even the moon looks off, as if it’s dimmer than it should be, and something’s pulling him home, like this tug in his gut. It feels like it used to as a kid in his first foster home, when he’d get so anxious he’d climb onto the roof and stare up at it.

He’s almost running as he gets closer, feeling his skin prickle as he gets to the house, his wolf so close to the surface he can feel the fur that isn’t there yet standing up on the back of his neck.

He smells Jimin first, wrinkling his nose at the alpha pheromones, and when he walks upstairs it isn’t as if he decides to let the wolf take over, or struggles with it - it’s instant.

You’re standing in the hall, head tilted up, and Jimin is leaning against the wall, smiling down at you, and when you lean up to just softly brush your lips against Jimin’s, Jungkook’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest, and the wolf barks, loud and warning.

You turn, surprised, and Jungkook doesn’t think, doesn’t act, it’s all wolf. He grabs you by your waist, hefts you up over your shoulder, and begins to walk you to his room.

Jimin protests and Jungkook growls over his shoulder, daring him to try something. Later, Jungkook is glad his friend didn’t follow, because he isn’t sure that he could have held the wolf back.

You kick and yell and beat on his back and Jungkook doesn’t realize what he’s done until he’s plopped you down on his bed, crawling toward you.

You kick him in the chest and it barely registers. You stand up and that’s when he snaps back to himself, at least to a degree.

"Don't leave. You can't leave." It's panicked, his voice, higher pitched almost like a whine.

"I can do whatever I want," you snap.

He makes this sound between a whine and a snarl and it's startling, strange, and you stop at the door.

"I know that! I know, but he doesn't!"

"He..." you turn to look at him and he's trembling, head down, and you step closer, worried. "Baby, what do you mean?"

Jungkook just stands there, still trembling, until you reach out to touch his hair, gently. "He thinks he owns you, that you're his, that no one else can touch you." He explains, almost in a whisper.

"Who is he?" You ask slowly.

He raises his head slow and you gasp when you look into his eyes, instead of a warm brown this burnt amber, red hued.

"The wolf."

You stand there, blinking in surprise, for a long moment before actively telling your feet to move to the door. Unfortunately, your brain seems to have some kind of disconnect to your limbs, because you just step even closer, lean in and inhale along his neck, this scent of sweat and the iron of the weights he’d been lifting washing over you.

Rationally, you know that you should be shocked, horrified, even, that werewolves are real and you’re apparently standing in a house full of them but all you can do is run your tongue along the vein in his throat and Jungkook is trembling all over, whimpering like a puppy.

“Y/n, please, don’t-” he chokes out.

“Why not?” You murmur against his skin, the scent of him making your body react like you’ve never felt before. There’s this ache between your thighs that you’ve only felt a hint of before and you want more, nipping at his skin, unable to think clearly.

“He wants to...wants you,” Jungkook stutters, balling his hands into fists to keep from touching you.

“He does? Or you do?” You ask, lifting your head to pout at him, and Jungkook groans.

“Both,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Then take me,” you say, and you don’t even know where the words came from. Your head feels light on your shoulders, dizzy with the scent of him, how his skin tastes under your tongue, and you do what he did to you the last night you’d seen him, nipping at his lower lip. Your canine pierces the skin and you taste iron on your tongue

Jungkook growls and lifts you again, this time with his hands under your ass and thighs and your legs wrap around him instantly. He all but throws you down on the bed, this time, and you whimper when he grips one of your thighs with his big hand, squeezing the flesh there.

“Mine,” he snarls, that high pitched whine at the end, and it makes you arch your back, claw your nails across his shoulders.

Jungkook leans down to sniff at your neck and growls again, wrinkling his nose and when you open your eyes he’s staring down at you with those red/amber eyes.

You look back defiantly but you’re rolling your hips against his, you can feel him hard against your core and even though you’d never gone all the way with anyone before you want him inside you, can’t think of anything else.

“You smell like him,” he accuses, voice hoarse, and his wide eyes fade back to brown, just slightly, the color dilating around his pupils.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, feeling something like guilt, even though nothing had happened, really, and even it if it had…

He rubs his nose against your throat, covers you with his body like he’s replacing any of Jimin’s scent with his own. He licks against your neck, bites down on your skin, making you yelp.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whines. “I’m sorry, I have to. You’re mine, I have to mark you, have to scent you anywhere he touched you,” he tries to explain, his hands skating down your ample curves.

“It’s okay,” you say, and somehow you mean it, you understand, the very thought of Jungkook smelling like anyone else makes your heart jump into your throat, something primal rise in your gut. “I know, baby.”

“You’re mine?” He says again, voice pitching up into a question just like when he’d introduced himself and it scares you, the way it makes your heart ache.

Instead of speaking you kiss him again, hard, moving your hands to his hair to get him closer. You had worn a skirt and halter out, it’s so warm even though it’s close to winter, your skin feeling so hot under the moonlight that you couldn’t wear much else.

Even as you kiss him he’s tearing at your clothes and you lean up to help him until you’re bare beneath him and panting, this whining noise coming from your throat that you can’t explain.

“God,” Jungkook groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I-”

“You haven’t...haven’t done this before?” Your eyes widen.

Jungkook realizes what you mean and he blushes a bit. “I’ve...yeah, I’ve done this before but not...not like this. I feel like...the wolf feels like...he’s been crazy. Since the first moment I saw you.”

“Like you’re gonna jump out of your skin? Always feeling...hot?” You ask.

Jungkook nods slowly, eyes widening.

“Me too,” you admit. “I don’t...I don’t know what it means. That’s why I came out with Jimin, I-”

Jungkook cuts you off with a choked whine. “It means you’re supposed to be mine.”

He snuffles against your neck again, hands at your hips, still holding back, trembling. “It means he never should have touched you.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, even though you know you have nothing to apologize for. “I want you. I’ve never...I’ve never done this before but I want you so bad,” you admit, clutching at his tshirt, pulling it up until he gets on his knees and pulls it off, tossing it to the side. You spread your hands across his chest and he lets out a wrecked moan.

“You’re holding back,” you accuse.

He nods. “The wolf, he doesn’t….I don’t want to hurt you. Especially...fuck, no one’s touched you like this before?” His hands slide up and down your thighs as he stares down at your body, your breasts, the cleft of your cunt.

Jungkook knows that shouldn’t make him so hard, shouldn’t make his dick pulse in his sweats, shouldn’t make the wolf keen with pride. Mine mine mine, the first, the only is all his brain is chanting, he feels dizzy like he’s drank too much even though he hasn’t had a drop.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, but he can’t, can’t let the wolf out, he’s afraid he’ll rip you apart. You’re human and a virgin and he can’t risk hurting you.

The wolf won’t even let him say it, so he just shakes his head.

You huff out a breath, your body aching all over, need making your arousal coat your thighs. You don’t know what you’re going to say until you say it.

“Should I ask Jimin to do it? I bet he can smell me,” you taunt, shocking yourself.

Jungkook freezes, his eyes bleeding to red again and one hand jolting out to wrap around your throat.

“Don’t,” he warns.

You know you should be cautious since you’re about to fuck an actual werewolf, but fuck, you’re so hot, you can’t think, you need something inside you and you drop your feet to the bed, spreading your legs wide.

“Jimin would mark me. He’d fuck me, fill me full like I want.”

Jungkook feels something in him snap, and his heart hurts and his cock aches and the wolf is keening, clawing inside him and he can’t control it anymore, just like before.

“Never,” he growls, squeezes his fingers around your throat and you gasp, your stomach aching with need.

Finally, finally he slides his fingers along your pussy and you choke out a sob as his thumb slips across your clit but it’s not enough.

“Jungkook,” you whimper. “Make me yours.”

“Already mine,” he murmurs, and finally slides two fingers inside you, making you cry out. “You’re already mine but I’m gonna give you what you want, mark you, fuck you, make sure Park fucking Jimin never so much as sniffs at you again.”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, please, please.”

Jungkook still worries somewhere in the back of his mind that he’ll hurt you, that the wolf will, and by now he understands they’re one and the same but you’re rolling your hips up and his cock feels heavy and full like he’s about to burst, somehow wider at the base and he rips down his sweats, fucking you with three fingers now.

When his cock bounces against his stomach you gasp, and if you’d been in your right mind you might worry he’s too big but something inside you is crying out in pleasure just at the sight of it. You spread your legs wider and he releases your throat, leaning over to kiss you instead, biting your lip as he slowly works himself inside you.

It’s a tight fit even after three fingers and you’re whining into his mouth, wanting more.

Jungkook isn’t a virgin, far from it although a little less experienced than some of his band members (Hoseok had once bragged about fucking a house of sorority sisters during a rut), but the way you clench around him has his hips twitching, wanting to buck into you even if it would split you open.

Despite his worry, neither he or the wolf wants to hurt you, though, so he waits for you to adjust even as you beg, waits until you can take all of him.

He’s barely realized that he’s popped his knot until he looks down to see where you’ve joined and he groans. He knows how to do this, has been talked to (endlessly, by Taehyung, about his human girlfriend and how she desperately wants to take his knot and they’re working on it but it will take time and training), knows that you can’t take his knot but the wolf is howling for it, wants to fuck you hard and then pop it inside you, spill a littler into your womb.

You whine and pulse around him, reaching up to tug at his hair. “Kookie,” you pout. “Baby. Want you inside me, fuck me harder, please-”

“I can’t-” he chokes out, but then you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper and the wolf growls, leans down, mine mine mine chanting in his head. My mate.

You felt a tiny pop when Jungkook first entered you, nothing painful and then just need, you want more and more and you don’t even know how to say it. You look up at him, near tears, needing something that you feel he won’t give you.

“I’m not yours yet,” you slur, and he looks pained, his eyes dilating from warm brown to amber red again and again.

He rocks his hips against you slow, and you’ve orgasmed twice already, once from his fingers and one from his cock but it’s not enough and you whine, it comes out almost inhuman, like his.

“Fill me up,” you urge, and Jungkook tries to hold the wolf back, he really does, but he’s too far gone, this close to the full moon and in the start of his first rut.

Jungkook groans, fucks you harder and faster and when you cry out his name his balls draw up and he thrusts forward harder than he’d meant to, popping his knot inside you.

You make a surprised sound and his eyes pop open, his hands cupping your face even as his hips twitch as he cums, spills inside you.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry,” he mourns. “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry,” he babbles, kissing along your neck and throat, seeing that he’d already marked you twice, once on each side of your throat, and he barely remembers it.

You let out a happy sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling finally sated, at least for the moment. “What are you sorry for, silly baby?”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” He asks, and you look up into his eyes and they’re heterochromatic, now, red hued amber and brown both.

“You’d never hurt me,” you mumble against his throat.

“Never,” he promises. “Never, I love you so much.”

You’re half asleep, sated with him still inside you, planting soft kisses on your lips and face. You don’t know where you’d learned the word, but it feels right when you say it, right before you drift to sleep.

“I love you too, Alpha.”

It takes a while to understand, especially between Jungkook being barely able to leave his room since he’s in rut and you’re in heat, but eventually, you figure it out.

Your great grandmother had been an omega werewolf, and it’s a recessive gene so you’d been the lucky one to receive it. Since you had never shifted because your gene wasn’t activated by male wolves, you had no smell.

At least, not until the full moon, when you shifted into what Jungkook says is the prettiest wolf he’d ever seen.

After, when you’d near your heat, Jungkook would snap and snarl at the boys so much just for talking to you that it made you roll your eyes, but eventually you got the dates right (for the most part, there’d been one instance in which Jimin had made a snarky comment and Jungkook had lunged at him and they’d gone rolling down the stairs), and you holed up in your apartment, instead.

Jungkook was working with Seokjin to understand that the wolf is him instead of some seperate entity. You tell him you’ve always known that. From what you know now, if the wolf wasn’t, he would have taken you the very first night. True mates are rare, and you’d both known it the whole time, even when you hadn’t.

You and Jia went to every concert, her always telling you her neverending sexcapades with Hoseok to be able to take his knot, front row, waiting for your Alpha’s set. It’s cute, you think, that they call him Baby on stage but he’s your Alpha, especially since he’s both, always, to you.

#jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts imagines #werewolf!jungkook #bts werewolf au #jungkook imagine #bangtanshadowfamily #bangtanheadquarters #btscreatorscorner #btswritersclub

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attllhak · 3 years

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@technicallya1manband so, I just remembered that while I was camping I wrote another thing for the Gerudo Twilight AU. Specifically, I have a lot of fun with ‘The Unreliable Narrator That Is History’ (putting this like that, because I basically use it as a trope at this point), and I got bored one afternoon while hiding from the sun because it is HOT out, especially where I was. And then I thought I should probably have Twilight appear, so it kinda ended up ‘Expectation vs Reality’ by the end. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, I’m off to bed now

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“You look upset,”

Zelda startled, twisting to see Urbosa standing in the doorway behind her. The Champions had only just been dubbed as such, and Zelda had wanted to get away from the celebrations.

“I’m not,” she lied, turning back to face the sky.

Urbosa sighed, and after a moment she settled down next to Zelda.

“Little bird, you do not have to lie to me,”

“I know,” she sighed, not bothering to defend herself. “I just, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. My power won’t awaken, no matter what I do, and I just, I can’t live up to the expectations everyone has set for me. My mother unlocked her power so easily, and my grandmother did too. Why is it just me that can’t do this?”

“Zelda,” Urbosa wound an arm around her shoulders and pulled the younger girl to her side. “You need to stop comparing yourself to them. You aren’t them, and your power will awaken for you when you are ready,”

“But I’ve been ready!” Zelda threw out her hands. “And it’s not that easy to just, not compare! I know you wouldn’t understand that, but I just,” she put her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do,”

“Wouldn’t understand, eh?”

Zelda peeked up through her fingers as Urbosa leaned back on her hands.

“Would you let me tell you a story, little bird?”

“A, story?”

“It has a moral,” Urbosa promised. “And I think you’ll like it,”

“Okay,” Zelda folded her hands in her lap. “Tell me a story,”

“This is an old story, very, very old. Almost, but not quite, as old as the gerudo ourselves. Back when Ganon took the form of a gerudo voe,”

“Seriously?” Zelda twisted to face Urbosa, eyes wide. “That is old,”

“Indeed,” Urbosa smiled. “The man that would become the monster Ganon had been king for only a few years when the Hero of that era defeated him. I won’t go into the details, as they get confusing, and this story is not about them. After he was defeated, Ganon was sentenced to death. He was not successfully killed, but that is also a tale for another time. What I wish to speak of is the aftermath,”

“Why start with Ganon when you’re talking about something after him?” Zelda huffed.

“Because, little bird, Ganon’s defeat left the gerudo without a king. I know it may not seem this way now, with how long it’s been since the gerudo had a king last, but this was the first time we were without so much as a prince. Not to mention the hatred we faced for our King’s actions,” Urbosa frowned, looking off into the distance. “The hylian crown was not kind to my people in the aftermath of Ganon’s defeat. We were chased even further out into the desert, and we struggled there for a long, long time. For almost a hundred years, we were without a king, and so we elected the first chief, to rule until a new king was born,”

“I’m so sorry,” Zelda frowned, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Do not apologize, little bird. It happened so long ago, and things have changed so much,” Urbosa pulled her in again. “Besides, the hylians also gave us our next king,”

“What?”

Both women turned to see the other Champions hovering in the doorway, though thankfully it seemed Zelda’s new knight was not among them.

“Sorry about that, highnesses,” Daruk mumbled, giving Revali a sharp look. “The King asked us to come find you, but we were kinda invested in the story,”

“I don’t mind telling you as well,” Urbosa turned to Zelda. “How about it? Can they join us?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, of course!” Zelda floundered, waving them out. “Please, take a seat,”

They filed in and sat around the two, and everyone turned back to Urbosa.

“Right, where was I?”

“A hylian king,” Revali said, looked a bit affronted on the gerudo’s behalf.

“He wasn’t hylian,” she corrected. “Well, I suppose that isn’t totally true. He definitely looked hylian, but he was gerudo. One of the girls who was alive when Ganon ruled had seen the writing on the wall and hid her daughter with the girl’s hylian father. This girl later married a hylian man herself and her daughter, it is said, moved very far away. Out into the middle of nowhere. She had a daughter herself, and this daughter had a son,”

“The King,” Zelda guessed.

“Yes, the King,” Urbosa smiled. “He didn’t know that though. His mother died when he was very young, and he did not return to the desert until he was already mostly grown. But, he did eventually return to us. I’m not sure how we knew he was our king, but there was no doubt at all by the time he was crowned. Of course, he was not in an easy spot. We were still suffering from the aftermath of Ganon’s rule, and he had very little time to prepare for his new role,” she paused to smile. “Which makes his achievements all that much more impressive,”

“You put an incompetent king on a throne vacated by the monster we’re getting ready to fight, and you expect us to believe he did well?” Revali huffed.

“No,” Urbosa said. “I expect you to believe we have never had a better ruler, either king or chief, after him,”

“What did he do?” Zelda asked while the others convinced Revali to stop squawking.

“Firstly, he repaired relations with the rest of Hyrule. Hylian - gerudo relations have only ever been better when your own mother was queen. Apparently he already knew the Queen at the time, and the two spent several days coming to an agreement that ended with all of the desert, and the highlands, being gerudo territory, so long as we remained a vassal state under Hyrule. After that, he is noted as having brought our people back to prosperity,”

“One king did all that?” Mipha asked.

“Yes,” Urbosa smiled. “At the time of Ganon’s rule, the gerudo were thieves. It was his gentle pushing that caused the change into a people of merchants. It is said that the first gerudo jeweller began her trade at the encouragement of the King. She was not the only one to have been encouraged by the King, of course. You know, the reason all gerudo chiefs have our own sand seals is because of him,”

“Really?” Zelda asked, thinking of Urbosa's own sand seal back in Gerudo Town.

“Oh yes, he loved animals,” she laughed. “It is said his pride and joy was a horse he’d raised from a foal that he never travelled outside of the desert without, and he even brought a goat with him into the desert,”

“A goat?” Zelda blanched.

“A goat,” Urbosa nodded. “One of the vai had an idea, to use the sand seals native to the desert as transportation. She decided to prove the worth of this idea, as it was still relatively unheard of for gerudo to be anything but warriors, by catching and taming one first. Once she had, she brought the animal to the King and offered it as a gift,” Urbosa smiled, shaking her head. “The King adored this idea, and loved his newest pet. He was very personally involved in the beginnings of the project, and encouraged the vai who had the idea when she suggested renting them out for people to use to cross the desert. The stories say that if the King was in gerudo town and couldn’t be found in the palace, then he’d be found with the seals,”

Zelda couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“My sword and shield are based on his, you know,”

“What?”

“Gerudo kings, before him, all fought with a pair of twin swords. However, when he arrived he already had a decent grasp of swordplay. Only he fought with a single sword and a shield. He was gifted a set at his coronation, and ever since then the leader of the gerudo fought with a sword and shield. I had mine made to look like the pictures we have of his,”

“That’s actually kind of sweet, in a way,” Zelda mused.

“What do you call him?”

“Hm?” Urbosa turned at Revali’s question.

“Don’t you gerudo give your kings fancy titles?” Revali elaborated. “What do you call this king?”

“Probably the Seal King,” Daruk suggested.

“Please!” Revali rolled his eyes.

“What do you think he’s called then?” Zelda asked.

“Well, I would have called him the Hero King,”

“What about the Merchant King?” Mipha suggested.

“Little bird?” Urbosa prompted. “Do you have a guess?”

“Um,” Zelda thought on that. “Perhaps, the Healing King? Since, he’s the one who got you back to a good point,”

“All very good guesses,” Urbosa smiled. “All wrong. We call him the Wolf King,”

“Wolf King?” More than a few of them echoed back.

“Yes,” Urbosa nodded. “Fierce and feral like a beast to enemies, but to allies, there is none more loyal or dedicated,” she sighed, looking wistfully at the now setting sun. “If given the chance to meet any individual from Hyrule’s history, I would want to meet him. To ask for his advice on matters, to let him see what he’s done for our people. I just hope that I will be able to be even half the leader he was,”

“You already are,” Zelda said softly.

Urbosa turned to her, and smiled. “Little bird, that means more to me than you know,”

(---)

“Princess?”

Zelda turned to see Chief Riju approach her where she stood on the balcony overlooking Gerudo Town.

“Oh, Chief Riju, my apologies,” Zelda dipped her head, an embarrassed pink making its way up her neck and onto her cheeks. “I didn’t, if I’m in the way,”

“You aren’t,” Chief Riju shook her head. “And please, just Riju,”

Zelda nodded, still a bit embarrassed, and the two looked out over the town together in silence for a moment.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” Riju asked.

“Just, thinking about Urbosa’s legacy,” Zelda admitted.

“Oh?”

“She told me a story once, about an old gerudo king. The Wolf King. She said she had wanted to be even half as good as he was,”

“She succeeded,” Riju told her. “At least, in my opinion,”

“No, you’re right,” Zelda shook her head, smiling. “I just hope she knows that, is all. Knows that she was able to leave a big enough positive impact that she succeeded in her goal,”

Riju set a hand on Zelda’s arm. “I do too,”

Neither girl said another word.

(---)

Zelda felt a bit like screaming, if she was completely honest.

Link, Wild, whatever he was calling himself, had gotten sucked away on some magic time travelling quest with other Heroes, and now he was introducing her to his mentor, the Hero of Twilight.

A Hero, who it turns out was also the Wolf King.

He was shorter than Zelda had pictured him, and you would never know he was the gerudo king by his appearance. He definitely looked the part of a wolf, though.

But here he was, holding out the original sword and shield that Urbosa’s were based on. There were differences, obviously, but the smith who made the Scimitar of the Seven and Daybreaker had done a very good job replicating them.

“Are we done now, Cub?” The King, Twilight, sighed.

He didn’t seem to be very invested in his role as king, which contrasted Urbosa’s description of him as ‘dedicated’. In fact, it seemed like he wanted to stop talking about it as quickly as possible.

“Almost,” Link nodded. He turned to Zelda and waved his hands at Twilight. “See? I told you I got to meet him!”

“What?” Twilight asked.

“Oh, uh, pardon us, Your Highness,” Zelda gave him a half bow, and noted the way his face scrunched up. “It’s just, my good friend Urbosa had told me about you a long time ago. She looked up to you and your legacy, and so I’ve also, sort of, admired you. I, I never thought I’d actually get to meet you,”

Oh, Urbosa should be here, Zelda thought. She had wanted to meet him,

“Right,” he said slowly, tucking the sword and shield back in his bag. “Uh, thanks?”

“You, don’t seem very invested in your kingship,” Zelda noted.

“May I be completely honest with you, Your Highness?”

“Of course,” she firmly tamped down the excitement in her chest.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,”

“What?”

That definitely didn’t sound like the king Urbosa told her about.

“I grew up on a ranch,” he explained. “I herd goats. I barely knew what I was doing when I became the Hero. And now I find out I’m supposed to be a king? My village had a mayor, and he taught me how to wrestle gorons. Because he used to wrestle gorons. I don’t know how many kings can wrestle gorons,”

“At least one,” Link offered.

“Not helping,” Twilight shot him a halfhearted glare. He turned back to her and sighed. “Look, I’m sure there’s some reason you and Urbosa admired me, but I have no idea what that could possibly be. I’m impressed I haven’t screwed anything up too badly yet. So, it’s not that I’m not invested, I’m stuck in the position so I may as well actually try and do well, it’s just, I’m sort of riding blind here. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’d really rather not talk about it,”

“Oh,” Zelda blinked. “I, suppose that makes sense. My apologies, I’ll try to refrain from bringing it up. I hadn’t intended to make you uncomfortable,”

“You didn’t,” he sighed, and Zelda felt a bit relieved. “And, thanks. It’s just, a whole headache for me,”

“I believe I understand the feeling, Your Majesty,”

“No, stop,”

“Stop?”

“No ‘Your Majesty’. No ‘King Link’, no royal titles at all. I am Link Ordon, the goat herd,” he frowned deeply. “I will accept ‘Hero’ if you must, but I,” he sighed in what seemed like defeat. “Please, just call me Twilight,”

“Of course, Twilight,”

“Thank you,”

Zelda wasn’t sure if the fact that Urbosa’s idol had no clue what he was doing would have made her friend feel any better, but it did boost Zelda’s confidence about the monumental task in front of her.

It was just a pity she wouldn’t be able to get any tips from him.

Although, apparently Hyrule’s first king was also among Links’s travelling companions. Maybe she could ask him for advice...

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As much as Arya might adore Jon, if he actually tried saying something about Sansa's forced marriage she'd go feral lol. She has a mind of her own and isn't afraid to call Jon out if need be (ie in Arya I when she tells Jon off about Joffrey having Cerseis arms as well)

Concerning Bran he stood up for Sansa and is a protective sibling so yeah I'm not going to entertain the possibility he would be OK with what happened to Sansa. And if they were.... well I said it before but she would be 100% justified in turning her back on them then

this is an unpopular opinion but arya is more likely to not believe sansa than anyone else in the family. look at how she's been rewriting what happened at the trident (she now thinks that sansa chose joffrey's side) and her reaction to sansa's marriage which starts out with arya in disbelief and ends up with arya wondering if it was true that sansa was in league with a lannister.

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head." That's stupid, Arya thought. Sansa only knows songs, not spells, and she'd never marry the Imp.

It made her feel queer to leave out Polliver and the Tickler. And Joffrey too. She was glad he was dead, but she wished she could have been there to see him die, or maybe kill him herself. Polliver said that Sansa killed him, and the Imp. Could that be true? The Imp was a Lannister, and Sansa . . . I wish I could change into a wolf and grow wings and fly away.

plus arya's continued resentment of sansa and this scene

It wasn't the first time he had talked of killing the Mountain. "But he's your brother," Arya said dubiously. "Didn't you ever have a brother you wanted to kill?" He laughed again. "Or maybe a sister?" He must have seen something in her face then, for he leaned closer. "Sansa. That's it, isn't it? The wolf bitch wants to kill the pretty bird." "No," Arya spat back at him. "I'd like to kill you."

i don't think that arya will attempt to kill sansa but the winterhell storyline felt like d&d checking off a list rather than something they invented and were interested it.

also from the very beginning you have arya projecting on sansa and assuming the worst and even after being taught to see the truth by syrio and the kindly man, there's no indication that arya is currently looking back at her relationship with sansa and seeing it in a new light.

i'll remain suspicious of jon but arya feels like the sibling who'll do more harm to sansa.

#sansakatara #Sansa Stark #song of ice and fire #asoiaf speculation #arya stark critical #asoiaf meta

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writers-worst-nightmare · 3 years

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say could I have you take on how Juno, Legoshi and Sheila reaction lets say human are from a totally different galaxy and they came to the Beastar world and Juno, Legoshi and Ellen know that on the human world there are animals like them but not them and thy befriended a human S/O who is from an animal sanctuary so S/O too them to the sanctuary and thy see all the feral animals and S/O takes them to see their wolf buddy and thy meet a big white wolf with yellow eyes that looked intimidating but S/O Gives the big white wolf lots of pets and says "This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

Juno, Legoshi, and Sheila reacting to having a human s/o who is from another galaxy but that isn’t important to the story because there is a hot wolf:

A/N: this was a LITTLE confusing but after a lot of hard work and a Mother Mother playlist I figured out what you meant (again, if I got this request wrong just like re-send It or explain it. My little brain cells are srsly being fried)

Request are always open!

Warning(s): N/A (please correct me if wrong though)

JUNO:

- when you first arrived she already was pretty shocked and honestly just clung to Legoshi

- but when she saw YOU

- oh God I hope you are ready to get spammed with a bunch of questions

- I will DIE on the head canon that Juno LOVES to learn about new things and ask a bunch of questions whenever a new topic is introduced to her

- like I think that would just be super cute and funny

- idk honestly

- when you explained everything to her she realized as fast as she could and was actually the one who suggested they went to the place where you worked at

- I know what it is but I have dyslexia and it is like SUPER hard for me to spell it out I am so so so so sooo sorry

- once you took her to the place she was honestly afraid

- I mean, she wasn’t far from the animals there themselves either

- so whenever you said that you where going to take them to the wolf section Juno got REALLY nervous

- she feels self conscious as she walks over there, feeling her energy going down the drain as she stares at the wolves in front of her

- then you guys got to the biggest wolf their probably (although she didn’t pay attention to size that much)

- she was pretty afraid

- this was a white wolf so she was already small compared to them

- but when she saw HER

- the strong teeth of the wolf that looked like he could bite her head off without even trying to

- and don’t even get her STARTED about the yellow blazing eyes that looked like a warning on it’s own to not go NEAR that wolf

- she hid behind you as everyone went up to the wolf

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you said as you bent down and petted the white wolf on the head

- Tina wagged her tail and lolled out his head slightly to the left

- you bent down and scratched the wolves ears, the wold looked away in embarrassment but still secretly wanting more

- she instantly felt bad that she thought Tina was a big bad wolf

- and honestly she felt selfish

- I mean if anybody looked at Juno they would guess that she is feisty because she was a wolf

- and because of that she did not have a lot of friends,

- so she went up to Tina and head butted with her

- Tina looked taken back for a moment before a big goofy smile played on the wolves face

- the piercing and once cold yellow eyes seemed less of a warning and more of a welcome sign that you would see on somebodies door mate

- Tina and Juno stood their for a while before Juno howled out loud as in a celebration of welcoming somebody in the pack

- Tina jumped up and down with excitement before joining in

- You also got the hint and joined in as well

LEGOSHI:

- “Is there a book about this..?”

- Legoshi would whisper as you drag him to the place you work at

- let’s say you took everyone to meet Tina (omg why did that autocorrect to Tian so many times) different times so the white wold didn’t get stressed

- Legoshi isn’t one to judge on looks so in his spare time, while everyone was looking at the birds and other animals he did some research for the white wolf

- he learned quiet a few interesting things

- a lot he didn’t need to know, but still it was nice to read it

- another head canon that I will die on is that Legoshi likes to research

- like he does research in his free time, he does research when he is suppose to be doing homework

- he does research EVERYWHERE AND ANYWHERE

- that and reading classics

- BUT THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THAT NOW IS IT!?!?

- he found out the best ways to approach a white wolf and how to get the old acquainted with you

- so best be prepared when you called Legoshi’s name for him to see the wolf, he wasn’t that surprised when he saw how Tina looked

- I mean, she looked like any other regular wolf

- however—even he had to admit—the wolf did look more scarier in person then in pictures

- and the yellow gleaming eyes didn’t help either

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you explained as you gave Tina some pets

- Legoshi nodded his head then literally plopped on the ground

- he read somewhere to keep your distance and look them in the eyes

- Legoshi tried to look this wolf in the eyes, but he couldn’t

- leave him alone, best boi tried :(

- Tina had to come to Legoshi and give him a few licks

- Legoshi would laugh breathlessly

- and that was the first time you saw Legoshi smile

- he usually never smiled because of his sharp teeth but now, his has kind of forgotten that he was wolf

- You smiled warmly as the two greeted each other with smiles and hugs and affection

- Legoshi’s head would be basically exploding he wouldn’t know what to do

- and what he ended up doing

- was crying

- for the first time, it hit him like a train,

- what hit him like a train? You might ask

- well it is…

- that nobody could love him if he didn’t open up and expose his trauma

- he has closed his doors and kept up his walls for so many people

- but this wolf, this wold, didn‘t know anything about boundaries

- all Tina knew was hunt, eat, sleep, love, repeat

- and that

- that made Legoshi cry tears of joy

- this wolf would never face the dangers that the world had to offer because she was with you

- and that was all it took for Legoshi to cry while smiling

SHEILA:

- I honestly have no idea what to do for her, she is such a side character oml

- POOR GIRL WAS SO CONFUSED

- “won’t there be like…herbavore’s there…?”

- she would ask as she shifts her feet in discomfort

- “not for now…although I do plan to open it to both herbavore’s and carnivore’s!”

- you cheerfully boasted as the cheetah looked at you through narrowed eyes

- “I don’t think we should mix with the—“

- “for the love of God, shut the hell up!”

- she gets very worried when she goes through the butterfly section in fear of hurting the precious creatures

- you had to calm her down and actually go through the steps with her on how to not hurt a butterfly

- she mostly spent her time with the cheetah‘s and butterfly’s so she got a little pouty when you said it was time for her to meet the wolf

- I mean she didn’t even LIKE wolves so why did she have to put up with one!?

- but when she got into the area her blood ran cold

- right in front of her was the largest white wolf she had ever seen with menacing yellow eyes and long sharp teeth and matching razor sharp claws that could most certainly kill a butterfly AND her with no effort whatsoever

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you stated as you started scratching Tina’s ears

- Sheila calmed down almost instantly when she heard the soft whimpers and the way Tina positioned her head so she wouldn’t accidentally bite your hand off

- that was actually really nice of Tina

- so once you got done petting Tina Sheila started to gently soak Tina’s back

- the swipes where soft and filled with meaning behind every stroke

- she ended up sleeping with the friendly giant on her lap like she was a puppy

- and you of course took pictures so the Drama Club could see that Their amazing club meme bear had a soft spot for Tina too

- and it got on the first page of the News

#juno x reader #juno beastars #legoshi beastars #beastars legoshi #legoshi x reader #beastars legosi #legosi #sheila x reader #beastars #beastars oc #beastars x reader #beastars headcanon #legoshi #legosi beastars #Cheetah has a soft spot omg #this took longer than expected

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fernisworm · 3 years

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Hey again! Can you do a Lycan Karl x fem reader? I want to know more about "supermoons and shit" lol. What he's like and how hes different around reader vs full moons. Red moons and blue moons I'm also curious about. Does he get violent with reader? Or is he just more unpredictable and might jump reader unexpectedly with kisses? Does it differ depending what kind of moon it is? Just weird moon stuff. Can't wait to hear back! Keep being your awesome self! :)

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Fr though? means a lot to me that y’all seem so invested in my lycan!karl headcanons 👉👈 and just thank you in general you’re so kind to me hjdgjhgj <3

anyway time for weird moon stuff!!!! lycan!karl brainrot babey!!!!

❀ Characters: Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x Fem! Reader

❀ Warnings: Cursing

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☪ I’ve already given a few examples of how Karl acts on regular old full moons

☪ Canine/wolfish impulses are more prominent and frequent around full moons

☪ Tends to have more energy too, especially on full moons which is why he tends to disappear into the forest for a while during these times

☪ I’ve also mentioned how it affects his wolf senses (e.g bright lights irritate him, loud sounds make his ears hurt, strong smells make him feel sick, etc.)

☪ Can be more irritable too

☪ By now you’ve gotten used to how Karl acts on full moons but it’s an understatement to say you’re caught off-guard by special moon events

☪ Karl doesn’t keep up with the moon phases (like a fuckin tool smh) and if he hasn’t seen the moon in a while he can generally gauge the phase it’s at by the way he’s feeling

Supermoons

☪ Oh boy the surprise you felt when Karl got zoomies at like 11pm one night

☪ He was acting so fucking??? strange???? and you had no idea why???

☪ You were very worried but then you found out it was a supermoon that night

☪ ???

☪ How does he have so much fucking energy???

☪ Imagine the tiktok wolf girl when she jumps up and down on all fours at 2x speed but for like thirty minutes straight

☪ Karl continued to switched haphazardly between his werewolf form and his human form the entire night

☪ You were tired of his shit after the first hour so you got back in bed and deadass were just gonna go back to sleep

☪ Karl seemed like he was fine and there didn’t seem like there was much that you could do for him anyway lmao

☪ He proceeded to jump up and down beside you on the bed

☪ Switched between jumping normally and jumping on all fours

☪ (once again, please imagine the tiktok wolf girl)

☪ The weirdest part of the entire thing was that despite him changing between his forms at the drop of a penny he would also act like a werewolf when he was still human

☪ Like ???

☪ Karl was completely disoriented

☪ And he wouldn’t let you sleep

☪ I mean you did try to sleep again but you were woken up by the sound of Karl ransacking the kitchen

☪ You literally rushed into the kitchen only to see him standing on the counter and pulling random food from the cupboards

☪ You had to chase him out of the kitchen with a broom

☪ You even managed to get him outside so you locked the doors to the factory

☪ HE LITERALLY SCRATCHED UP THE DOORS LIKE A FERAL ANIMAL TRYING TO GET IN BEFORE REMEMBERING HE COULD MANIPULATE THE METAL

☪ KARL LITERALLY NEARLY TORE APART THE DOORS IN WEREWOLF (AND JUST REGULAR FUCKING HUMAN) FORM BEFORE ACTUALLY OPENING THEM LIKE A CIVILISED INDIVIDUAL

☪ Heisenberg literally kept you up until like 5am girl

☪ He had zoomies all the way until the moon set which is when he crashed

☪ And he crashed HARD

☪ It was like the entire night he’d been using energy he didn’t even have

☪ You were also fucking exhausted from the shit-show of the night before so you both cuddled and slept all day and effectively ruined your sleep schedules for a while

☪ Mf didn’t even remember half of what happened

☪ Karl was just glad he didn’t get violent tbh

☪ In all honesty you might have preferred if he did, rather than turning into a literal stray puppy with an annoying amount of energy

☪ It’s safe to say that you kept yourself up to date with the moon phases and events after that <3

☪ Supermoons are one thing, but they aren’t the only moon events you’ve experienced during your time with Karl

☪ Thankfully you had been monitoring moon events for a while before you realised a blood moon was coming up

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!! IMPORTANT A/N!!!!! I know that I’ve previously commented on how Karl acts on eclipses HOWEVER it clashes with the ideas i address in this post so i’m about to amend any overlapping problems lmao !!

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Blood Moons (Lunar Eclipses) ft. Super Blood Moons

☪ Karl told you there was nothing to worry about with the blood moon

☪ I mean obviously he’s only ever experienced it alone (and probably had no idea it was actually a blood moon) but nonetheless he insists that you shouldn’t worry

☪ Of course, you didn’t believe him, and geared yourself up the entire day

☪ You followed Karl’s every move, never taking your eyes off of him

☪ The moment the moon rose, nothing happened

☪ The hour following the moon rising, nothing happened

☪ You were becoming confused which annoyed Karl to some extent

☪ “What the fuck were you expecting to happen?”

☪ He sounded much more annoyed than usual but you understood that you’d been hovering over his shoulder all day

☪ But the weirdest part was that even after that tiny interaction Karl was showing symptoms of wolfing-out

☪ You decided not to point it out to him, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation, so instead you just kept an eye on him

☪ Small inconveniences would piss him off easier than usual

☪ Overall he seemed far more impulsive than what regular “Karl standards” could be defined as

☪ He seemed to be... leaning on his wolf-instincts an awful lot

☪ When you asked Karl if he was going to go out to the forest (like he does on most full moons) he actually became quite defensive

☪ “What’s that supposed to mean, (Y/n)? Trying to get rid of me or something?”

☪ His tone suggested that it was only a lighthearted joke but he didn’t express that very well visually

☪ It didn’t take you long to realise that the blood moon was doing all of this to Karl

☪ He was moody, impulsive, and practically on the verge of wolfing out the entire moon

☪ It was almost as if Karl was trying to fight with his wolf-instincts (making him not want to transform and just overall be on edge)

☪ Of course... you pointed this out to him after the blood moon had completely ended and there was no longer the risk of him wolfing out

☪ You thought he was moody during the blood moon? girl just wait until the super blood moon

☪ Imagine the overabundance of energy before coupled with extreme impulsiveness of an angsty werewolf

☪ You thought he was going to have another case of the zoomies but it was... quite the opposite actually??

☪ Like previous blood moons Karl refused to transform but he was absolutely still hopped up on energy from the supermoon

☪ Man was literally unable to sit still, constantly bouncing his legs or pacing around the room

☪ “Why don’t you just transform? You can go and let some steam off, then-”

☪ “If I go into the forest now I actually don’t think I’ll ever come back, (Y/n)”

☪ You laughed but didn’t want to test his theory

☪ You weren’t sure why blood moons brought out Karl’s wolf instincts so much but it sure as hell was annoying to put up with, especially when he refused to transform

☪ For instance he would comment on every smell in the room

☪ “You’re being too loud!” and stuff like that

☪ God he is so moody

☪ “Can you not sit like that?”

☪ “What? Why?”

☪ “It’s annoying me.”

☪ “How is it-?”

☪ “jUST PLEASE CAN YOU SIT A DIFFERENT WAY”

☪ Little things like that will set him off and you can tell how desperately he’s trying to not wolf-out

☪ Not that you’d care if he did

☪ You understand that the moon tends to have a lot of control over Karl’s emotions so you try not to blame him for the way he acts

☪ But seriously who the fuck complains about someone breathing too loudly

☪ Karl you need therapy or sumn

☪ He also just tends to use his wolf instincts as a crutch without meaning to on blood moons

☪ He hates that he does and it’s a contributing factor to why he doesn’t want to transform

☪ But also Karl just gets it into his brain that because he’s relying on his wolf instincts a lot more during blood moons it means he’s gonna be more aggressive when he’s a werewolf

☪ I mean not true at all but at least he cares

☪ Super blood moons are the worst because he gets annoyed simply by the fact that he has so much energy

☪ Gets angry that he’s bouncing his own leg or crossing and uncrossing his own arms

☪ Like girl nobody has control over that but you so idk

Solar Eclipses

☪ These kinda of eclipses pertain the most to the original concept I had for lunar eclipses

☪ (Cue the notice I had earlier about fixing continuity errors lmao)

☪ Though most of the day is normal, the very moment the eclipse itself starts you begin to notice things out of the ordinary with Karl

☪ At first it’s nothing more than him seeming a little more tired than usual

☪ After about a quarter of the eclipse he starts yawning a whole lot and even starts to get the sniffles

☪ His condition only worsens from there, getting more physically tired and even sick as the eclipse progresses

☪ At about the halfway mark he’s almost completely bed-ridden (or more fittingly, couch-ridden) by normal standards

☪ As I’ve previously mentioned he’ll try and continue to work as if there isn’t an eclipse happening and like he’s totally fine

☪ Three quarters of the way in he’ll tend to give up and let you take care of him

☪ Karl always makes it out to be him ‘allowing’ you to take care of him but in reality he can barely move and doesn’t have much choice anyway lmao

☪ He quite literally never gets sick so it’s funny to you when a solar eclipse rolls around

☪ When the eclipse it at it’s totality (or really anywhere from three quarters onward) Karl finds it impossible to transform

☪ Even if he could he’d be too tired to anyway lmao

☪ Literally copying and pasting from my headcanons post;

🌟 Like Karl is totally incapable of changing????

🌟 You aren’t sure if it’s actually a biological thing or if he’s just internally convinced himself that he needs the moon to change

🌟 The full moon affecting his mood/sensitivity is definitely a bio thing tho

🌟 Either way on total eclipses he just mopes around all day

☪ ^ these all hold up with the final version of the moon behaviours headcanons ^

☪ Overall it just gives you a chance to give back to Karl since he likes to do things for you more than he likes accepting you doing things for him :]

Blue Moons

☪ Remember the blood moon business? yeah well imagine the exact opposite of that and you have blue moons

☪ The weird thing is Karl generally cannot remember anything at all during/proceeding a blue moon (when he can usually recall what happens during other wacky moon events)

☪ He tends to become more ‘grounded’ and ‘authentic’ during blue moons

☪ That’s the only way you’re able to describe it honestly

☪ It’s like he no longer has the urge to hide any feelings he might have (about anything, really)

☪ He is very very blunt and doesn’t filter anything out before he says it (which honestly just sounds like regular Karl lmao)

☪ He gets quite???? clingy????

☪ I mean you in no way hate this it’s just kind of outta pocket for Karl which makes it a little confronting

☪ He gets surges of motivation and inspiration too

☪ Overall he seems more driven to work/create things

☪ Karl actually made a bouquet of metal flowers for you one blue moon 👉👈

☪ The funniest part was the next day when he asked where the fuck you got them from LMAO

☪ You keep them around and always present in the room

☪ After telling Karl that he made them for you he actually got quite embarrassed

☪ “What? Man, the moon must have really been messing with me, I don’t remember that at all... they’re so ugly, too, obviously I wasn’t ‘all there’ when the thought dawned on me!”

☪ “Well I think they’re lovely, thank u :] *smooch* ”

☪ “ᵒ⁻ᵒʰ ᵘʰ ⁿᵒ ʷᵒʳʳᶦᵉˢ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ʰᵃʰᵃ (#^▽^#)ゞ”

☪ Usually quite determined with anything and everything he does on blue moons

☪ Particularly spoiling you ngl

☪ Like Karl loves to do things for you and act like it’s no big deal but when I say he spoils you on blue moons I mean he SPOILS you girl

☪ Whether it’s with gifts or lots of little gestures he ensures that you feel like an absolute ✨QUEEN✨

☪ Lots of affection is given out too

☪ Plenty of kisses and cuddles

☪ Will not stop telling you how thankful he is that you’ve stuck around

☪ Nearly started crying once after telling you exactly that

☪ You’ve actually taken to calling this Heisenberg “Blue Moon Karl” because of the sheer divide in his personality that’s shown

☪ Blue Moon Karl is extremely thoughtful, too

☪ Just likes to think

☪ And sure, Blue Moon Karl is great and all, but sometimes he can get a bit... overbearing

☪ Like okay pal I get it you’re really glad that you have me but that’s the fourth time you’ve said it in the past hour please stop crying

☪ You adore this side of Karl but you wish that “Blue Moon” Karl had more control over his emotions :/

☪ And of course you enjoy cuddles and stuff but... Blue Moon Karl likes to take “clingy” to whole different level

☪ Like yeah it’s cute and all when he drags you down to his workshop bc he wants to be near you all the time but you literally cannot catch a break

☪ You love him very very much HOWEVER you still thoroughly enjoy being able to get away for a while to be on your own

☪ “Where are you going? :c”

☪ “Oh, I just have to drop into Alcina’s quickly to return a book I borrowed from her the other day, I won’t be long-”

☪ “Can I come with you? 👉👈“

☪ “Sorry, Karl, but I don’t think Alcina will be too happy if you tag along with me.”

☪ “B-but you’re gonna be there, and I’m gonna be stuck here!!! 🥺🥺“

☪ “Yeah but I’m not gonna be long, I promise that I’ll be as quick as I can- oh god please don’t cry okay you can come with me just please do not start sobbing again I am BEGGING you-”

☪ Your favourite part is telling Karl about it all the next day

☪ “...And I really started crying?”

☪ “Yeah, you said you were really glad that I’d stuck around or something then you burst into tears again.”

☪ “But didn’t you just say-”

☪ “That you did that already? Yeah you did this like seven times in the span of three hours idk what to tell you man, but don’t even get me started on how many times you started crying for literally any other reason”

☪ Honestly if Blue Moon Karl stuck around for any longer than a day or two you think you might have actually gone insane by now

☪ Thankfully you’ve built up a tolerance and can handle him pretty well now lmao

☪ Basically you’re an avid moon phase/moon event watcher because Karl refuses to be

☪ And there’s NO WAY you’re going into a moon event blind after the first few times it happened

☪ Now you have ample time and experience to be able to deal with Karl during different moon events and everything (generally) goes well

☪ It’s an understatement to say Karl keeps you on your toes lmao

☪ He is very grateful for you tho, nobody’s ever been concerned with his well-being during different moons and stuff before 👉👈

☪ Unfortunately for Karl he’d already blabbed that to you during a blue moon LMAO

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA loved writing this request tysm!! >:]

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gamergirl929 · 3 years

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Expecto Patronum (Hermione Granger x Reader)

After following a number of Gryffindor students sneaking out of the Common Room one night, you inevitably stumble upon the DA and are quick to join their cause.

However, you soon find a spell you can’t quiet master, a spell that requires something that you don’t have, something that, with the help of Hermione Granger, you’re able to acquire.

“Bloody hell.” You mumble, sighing in exasperation as you flop to the Room of Requirement’s floor, your eyes narrowed.

You stumbled upon Dumbledore’s Army by chance one night when you saw a number of Gryffindor's sneaking out one night and decided to follow.

Following them was the best decision you’d ever made, because it brought you purpose, something you felt you lacked in your daily life.

You were rather quiet, though you’d caught one member of the DA’s attention, and that member was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived himself.

You hadn’t had the best upbringing, something the two of you shared, and something that brought the two of you closer together.

Soon you and the boy were good friends, and being good friends with Harry meant you were friends with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Ron was goofy, a bit dense at time, but he was fun to be around, and that was enough for you.

Hermione Granger on the other hand, was one of the brightest women you’d ever met, she adept at magic, excelling well above you and the others in the DA.

She was all too happy to aid you in casting certain spells when she saw you were struggling.

The specific spell you were currently having trouble casting, was Expecto Patronum, your Patronus refusing to take form no matter how hard you tried.

You huff, dropping your wand to the stone floor.

“This is hopeless.”

***

The following morning you’re barely able to keep your eyes, rubbing the heels of your palms into your bloodshot Y/E/C eyes.

“You look right knackered.”

You pick your head up, smiling when Ron takes a seat across from you at The Great Hall.

“You alright?” Harry asks, worried and you nod.

“Just didn’t sleep much.”

“Or at all.” Hermione says as she takes a seat beside you and you shake your head, your cheeks flushing.

“N-N-No, just didn’t get enough.”

Hermione stares at you inquisitively, her brown orbs narrowed.

You knew she knew you were lying, but you’d decided to keep up the ruse anyway.

“So, r-ready for Potions today?” You ask, taking a swig of your Pumpkin Juice and Ron scoffs.

“Who’s ever ready for Potions with Snape?” He snickers, his eyes widening when the aforementioned professor walks by, using a piece of parchment in his hand to smack Ron in the head.

You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, as Ron pouts, rubbing the back of his head.

“Stop laughing you git.”

Hermione meanwhile is still looking at you inquisitively, wondering what it was that kept you up so late, and why you were so adamant about changing the subject.

She hums, taking a sip of her juice.

If you weren’t going to tell her what was going on, she’d find out on her own.

***

Hermione frowns when the light from your wand flickers out, the spell yet again failing.

“It’s alright Y/N, you just have to find a happy memory to focus on.” She runs a gentle hand down your back.

You swallow hard, nodding.

“I-I know...” You murmur softly, head hanging in defeat.

Hermione gives you an apologetic smile.

“We’ll get it Y/N, together.”

You turn to Hermione, a warmth spreading throughout your chest as you look at the Gryffindor who’s sending you the sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

“Together?” You ask and she nods, slipping an arm around you, before giving you a squeeze.

“Together.”

***

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were exhausted, and incredibly agitated.

You had, again, forgone sleep to practice on conjuring your Patronus, but you again, had failed.

The DA weren’t meeting that night, which gave you the opportunity to head into the Room of Requirement on your own to practice the spell.

You WOULD master it, no matter what it took, you WOULD find a memory to focus on, no matter what.

***

Hermione eventually finds you later that day, your head buried in a book in the library, though it’s not because you’re reading, it’s because you’re fast asleep.

She tiptoes over to you, the girl silently taking a seat beside you, smiling when she realizes you’re snoring softly.

She shakes her head, opening up the book she’d brought with her, ready for the world around her to melt away.

You mumble in your sleep, pulling Hermione’s attention away from the world currently resting in her hands and back to reality.

If she were being honest, you had a habit of drawing her attention, you were an enigma, and Hermione was never the type to leave a mystery unsolved.

***

The snarl that leaves you is absolutely feral as you throw your wand across the room.

“WHY CAN’T I FORM A PATRONOUS.” You say angrily.

You’re so angry in fact that you completely miss the Room of Requirement’s door creaking open, and Hermione Granger slipping inside.

You run your hands down your face as you stomp towards your wand.

Hermione crosses her arms across her chest as she watches you flick your wand.

“EXPECTO PATRONOUM!” You yell, growling when your wand’s tip doesn’t even light.

Hermione frowns as you flick your wand over and over again, growling the spell each and every time growing angrier and angrier.

It’s only after that, that you spot Hermione, your eyes widening in shock.

“He-Hermione.” You stutter, clearing your throat, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“How long have you been standing there?” You ask, unable to look at the girl who moves closer to you.

“Long enough... This is why you’ve been so tired lately?” She asks and you sigh flopping to the floor, your back resting against the wall next to the fireplace.

“I can’t do it.” You sigh, your chin resting on your knee caps.

Hermione takes a seat in front of you, as you attempt to swallow the lump in your throat.

“What’s holding you back?”

Your eyes flutter shut, your chest tightening.

“I don’t have any.”

Hermione’s brows furrow, the girl scooting closer.

“Any what?” She whispers and you sigh.

“Happy memories.”

Hermione frowns sadly.

“Harry and I had a...”

You pause.

“A similar upbringing.”

Hermione scoots towards you until she’s sitting beside you.

“What happened?”

You swallow hard.

“Didn’t know my folks, I got my letter in a group home.”

You fall silent after that, your head moving to rest on Hermione’s shoulder, the action making her cheeks flush bright pink.

Nonetheless, she rests her head on top of yours.

“Sometimes, we have to make our own memories.” Hermione whispers and you smile, warmth yet again spreading throughout your chest.

“Yeah, yeah we do.”

***

That night you actually get some sleep, mostly because Hermione basically drags you to the Gryffindor Common Room and forces you to get some ACTUAL sleep.

The following morning you feel lighter than you ever had before, maybe because you finally got an adequate amount of sleep, or maybe it was because of the moment you spent with Hermione in the Room of Requirement.

Your cheeks flush, your eyes doubling in size.

“That’s it.” You whisper to yourself with a massive grin.

You make your way into The Great Hall, smiling when your eyes catch sight of a familiar head of bushy brown hair, its owner turning to you with a beaming smile.

“You look rested.” Hermione winks and you shake your head, cheeks dusted pink.

"Yeah, well you made sure of that.”

“Yeah, Hermione has a way of forcing people to do things they’re putting off.” Ron mumbles and Hermione scoffs.

“Is this about the Potion’s homework? You needed to get it done Ronald.”

Ron scoffs.

“Yeah, but you didn’t need to come into the Boy’s Dormitory and wake me up using Aquamanti!”

You slap a hand over your mouth, but are unable to bite back your laughter.

“Yeah! Laugh it up! Thought Fred and George had threw me out in the marsh around The Burrow again!”

Hermione giggles.

“He did scream rather loud.”

Hermione leans against you as she giggles harder than you’d ever seen, Ron unable to bite back his laughter at the girl’s case of the giggles.

You fall silent, instead choosing to stare at the girl beside you, the girl whose giggles are finally beginning to taper off.

You smile, Hermione’s words from the night before echoing in your head.

“Sometimes we have to make our own memories.”

Hermione falls silent, her brown orbs widening when she realizes you’re staring.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” She asks and you nod, your smile splitting into a grin.

“I am.” You shrug, taking a sip of your Pumpkin Juice.

“Just making my own memories.”

Hermione grins, cheeks tinged pink as she gives you a nudge, the girl leaning against you through the remainder of breakfast.

***

“You can do this Y/N, remember, happy memory.” Harry pats your back and you nod, taking a deep breath.

Weeks of trying to search for a single happy memory you had hidden deep within your brain had resulted in failure, but now, with thoughts of the Gryffindor girl standing beside you running through your mind, you knew, you knew this was it.

You glance at Hermione, earning a nod.

“I believe in you.” She whispers, your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

You grin, twirling your wand in between your fingers.

The remainder of the DA watches as you hold out your wand, the words that had been leaving your mouth for weeks now, yet again passing through your lips, though with a bit more confidence than usual.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Light bursts from the tip of your wand, the blue bright light swirling through the air as it takes form.

Your smile splits in a grin as a bright blue massive wolf forms before you, head held high in confidence, the epitome of strength.

It runs around the room before it stops in front of you.

The beast nuzzles against your palm until your stroke it’s fur, Hermione grinning, as she watches you interact with your Patronus, after trying so hard to get it to form.

“You’ve done it.” She whispers and you smile.

The massive wolf leaves you and prances to Hermione, nudging her hand with its nose until she strokes its head, the wolf licking her palm.

You huff.

“You like her more than me?” You ask, the wolf yipping as it vanishes in thin air.

“Blimey, what’s a wolf mean?!” Ron whispers to Harry, the two boys smiling when you launch yourself at Hermione, the two of you grinning, arms wrapped tightly around one another.

“Strength. Loyalty.” Luna whispers.

Meanwhile, Hermione squeezes you tightly.

“I knew you could do it.”

You grin.

“I just had to make my own happy memories, memories I made with you.”

The two of you reluctantly part, your eyes widening when you realize the two of you are rather close to one another, your noses inches apart.

You blink slowly, your cheeks flushed bright red.

“Uh...”

Hermione’s cheeks mirror your own, the two of you abruptly turning away from one another, both nervously fidgeting.

“Th-Thanks Mione, I couldn’t have done it without you, li-literally.” You stutter, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

Harry claps his hands suddenly, the boy grinning.

“I think that’s a perfect way to end practice, see you all Friday night.”

The DA’s members slowly make their way out of the room, stopping to congratulate you until it’s just you, Ron, Harry and Hermione.

“That was absolutely brilliant mate.” Ron says as he claps your shoulder,

“Fantastic.”

Harry glances at Hermione out of the corner of his eye, his blue orbs narrowing when he sees the look of nervousness on Hermione’s face.

Harry gives his best friend a pat on the back.

“We should get back to the common room, mate.”

Ron nods, turning to you and Hermione.

“You coming?” He asks, though before you can answer, Hermione does.

“Actually, I’d like a moment alone with Y/N.”

The boy’s wave, taking their leave moments later, but not before Harry can send his old friend a wink, the girl sending him a glare.

The Room of Requirement’s door bangs shut, leaving you and Hermione alone for the first time all day.

“I can’t thank you enough Mione, I-” You stop midsentence when you see her nervously fidgeting.

Hermione’s gaze drops to the floor as you move closer, the girl’s eyes fluttering shut.

You weren’t used to seeing her so nervous around you, she’d typically been much like the books she was so fond of reading, and that was entirely open.

“Hermione... Whatever it is, we can-

You again fall silent, though this time it’s because Hermione’s brown orbs have finally locked with yours.

“Li-Listen...” She swallows hard, wringing her fingers nervously.

“I’ve never been good when it comes to relationships, I’ve never really BEEN in a relationship, I mean I talked to Victor Krum, but that doesn’t matter, we never dated, we-

Hermione rambles on, her hands flailing wildly.

“I’ve... I’ve never felt this way about, about a girl and I just-

You tune out, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

Hermione meanwhile is still rambling on, jumping from topic to topic.

“I just- I really like you and I- I'm not used to things like this, like I said I’ve never-

Hermione stills, brown orbs wide and hands frozen in mid-air as your lips brush hers, the touch delicate, as well as hesitant.

You pull back, your eyes flying open in fear.

Hermione meanwhile, is standing stock still, mouth agape and brown orbs wide.

She'd never expected a kiss to feel like yours had, yes, she’d been kissed before, but the tender caress of your lips was far more than a kiss from a boy could EVER be.

“Have I rendered Hermione Granger speechless?” You ask nervously, pulling Hermione out of her trance.

She opens and closes her mouth a few times, attempting to find her voice, though the thing that leaves her mouth when she finally DOES find her voice makes you laugh.

“Bloody hell.”

You bark out a laugh, your lips splitting into a grin.

Hermione’s cheeks flush.

“Forgive me for not knowing how to reply after a rather significant kiss.” She shakes her head and your brows arch.

You hum, eye glinting with hope.

“Significant?” You ask, the girl’s cheek flushing even a darker shade of red.

“Co-Consequential, I-I've never felt like th-that after a kiss.” She stutters and you swallow, your tongue swiping at your lips.

“Wo-Would you be interested in...”

You shuffle from foot to foot.

“Another significant, consequential kiss?” You ask, nonchalantly.

Hermione bites her bottom lip to stave off a smile, the woman swallowing hard.

“I-I would be rather interested.” She giggles, the Gryffindor's gaze falling to your lips.

This time, Hermione meets you halfway, the girl cupping your cheeks as your lips meet, your hands finding purchase on her waist.

A bright light causes the two of you to pull apart, your eyes widening when you see your Patronus happily bounding around the two of you.

Hermione grins as the wolf slips between the two of you.

“Another happy memory?” She asks and you smile.

“Any memory I make with you is a happy one.”

Your lips meet again, with no sense of hesitation from either of you, your lips melding together.

Your wolf disappears as the two of you part, Hermione’s forehead resting against yours.

“What do you think about making more together?”

#Harry Potter #harry potter x reader #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger imagine #I'd love to hear what you thinkkk!

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Pairing: Steo

Warnings: blood, violence, feral behavior,

Words: 4191

Prompt: Person A cups Person B's face to examine the evidence of a fight, anger barely restrained when A asks, "who did this to you?"

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You want to know something that really sucks? Your childhood best friend growing up to be your bully. The minute Theo Raeken- a born were-coyote and Alpha- moved to Beacon Hills the start of freshman year, Jackson couldn’t be bothered with Stiles anymore. Add that to the fact that not three months prior did the latter present as an Omega adding strain to the Alpha wolf, their fate was sealed.

Becoming the star athlete their sophomore year must’ve been a piece of cake for Jackson. Didn’t seem to prove much difficulty for Theo either. The former effortlessly was appointed captain of the lacrosse team while the coyote did the same with football. It’s something that Stiles knew would happen- Jackson’s success, he means- but he can’t help feeling sour about it now. They’d always talked about getting on the team together despite their presentations and if Stiles didn’t make it, the human would happily cheer his best friend on from the bleachers.

Obviously that didn’t happen. It sucked at first for sure. They’d been friends for years and then suddenly it was like Stiles didn’t matter to the wolf anymore. Basically his only friend wanted nothing to do with him if it wasn’t to sling an insult or shove him into a locker. Things got exceptionally worse when the Omega befriended the Alpha’s girlfriend, Lydia. Every morning when they get ready for school, the banshee calls him to make sure he won’t be late.

“You know, the only reason I call in the first place is because you take far too long to simply get out of bed.” Lydia chuckles dryly, knowing exactly what she’s doing, “I wasn’t prepared to talk to about-”

“Nope,” Stiles groans, “we’re not talking about him or Jackson. That is too much this early in the morning.” Honestly, he hasn’t even had his coffee yet, the Omega can’t handle that right now. “And I’ll have you know,” the Omega shoves his arms through his hoodie before putting the phone back to his ear, “I am not only out of bed, but I’m dressed and almost ready to leave thank you very much.”

It doesn’t even have anything to do with the fact that she’s probably- no, the banshee definitely is the prettiest girl in school. Stiles became friends with her because she’s a fucking genius and is one of the few Alphas that’s actually nice to him. Can’t really blame him for clinging to the first kind soul he’d encountered after losing his best friend. Yes, he has his younger brother Liam, but that’s not quite the same. As much as he loves the Beta.

Except that Jackson does blame him for being friends with Lydia. Thinks the chemosignals that he smells are anything but platonic admiration. Because while he used to love the wolf like another brother, Jackson can be a little dumb sometimes. Like not realizing that she’s not quite what Stiles is into.

No, you see, what Stiles is into is taller than Lydia, with more muscles, and brown bangs that constantly flop in front of blue eyes. Yeah. Jackson’s new best friend Theo. Yes, the Omega fully understands that that is probably the stupidest thing in the world. But what the heart wants and all that. He can’t help it. Whether it’s his Omega nature having the hots for a gorgeous, suitable Alpha or just his own feelings, he’s not so sure. Because when he sits and thinks about the coyote, he’s only a fraction better than Jackson when it comes to his treatment.

“Stiles,” Lydia draws his name out with lovable irritation. “All I’m saying is that you should talk to him, tell him how you feel,” the banshee sighs into the phone as Stiles tries to pull his shoes on one handed.

It doesn’t work, his phone slips out of his grip and the Omega loses his footing and falls flat on his face. “Lyds,” Stiles groans into the carpet, popping up like nothing happened. “I’m not going to talk to Theo. I’ll take care of my heat in the room in my basement like always and will continue to look for an Alpha some other way. It’s pointless, he barely even knows I exist.”

There’s no friendly nods in the hallway, there’s no common courtesy smiles if they make eye contact in passing. And unlike Lydia, the other Alpha doesn’t stick up for him when Jackson picks on him. Tells him that there’s no way any Alpha would want him as anything more than a breeding machine since he’s an Omega. Basically telling Stiles that his presentation doesn’t make him worthy of a real mate.

That no one wants him.

A point that seems to continuously be proven when Theo physically closes off emotionally whenever Jackson goes on a tangent over Stiles. The coyote’s face drains every hint of a person and just leaves behind this stoic caricature. At least he doesn’t laugh or join in on it? That oddly enough counts for something with the human; whether he’ll admit that to anyone else other than Lydia remains to be seen. Not like he has Jackson to talk to about this kind of stuff anymore.

Which brings Stiles to his problem of the day.

As always, Lydia likes to think she’s cupid and sees a bunch of things that Stiles doesn’t. “Theo is actually a pretty great guy and you would be so good together. He’d be crazy not to want you as his mate. But, you’ll never know for sure unless you talk to him. Now get your head out of your ass, I’ll see you at school. Love you.” Stiles chuckles at her words, looking up when he gets to his jeep, the Omega sees Jackson heading to his own car.

Did he mention they’re neighbors?

Stiles then did what he’s been doing for months, when Lydia told him that she loves him before ending the call, the Omega responds with, “love you too, Lyds.” Not even remotely taking into account that the wolf is already pissed with him for simply existing. And he just showed blatant affection towards his mate right in front of the damn jock.

Like an idiot.

God, the reaction is as instant as him hitting the red button on his phone. Stiles is all but body slammed into his jeep after something connects with the side of his face, clattering his cell to the gravel. Stiles was hit hard enough that it blurs his vision for a moment and there’s a sharp metallic taste on his tongue. Shapes refusing to focus until the Omega shakes his head- oh no wait, all that did was make him dizzy. “Fuck,” the human groans, holding the side of his head. Flashing his blue eyes, everything comes back into focus.

A fuming, red-eyed, Beta shifted Jackson stares at him.

The Alpha looks damn near feral. Stiles probably shouldn’t have said that in front of him. But it’s not like it’s the first time he’s said it, or that it meant it in any kind of way. The wolf’s chest is heaving with his jagged breaths, “I thought I made myself clear, Stiles?” The Omega doesn’t even have a chance to think of a response before Jackson rears his fist and punches him in the face.

Again.

This time with enough force that he loses his balance and the human falls. He can feel blood running down his cheek when he spits out dirt. Oh good, so the metallic taste from the first punch was blood. At least he didn’t break a tooth or his face. Fucking Alpha strength. More of the tangy, copper fluid paints the Omega’s taste buds when he licks his lips, aggravating the gash inside his mouth.

Jackson yanks him up by the collar, “stay. Away. From my. Mate.”

“It didn’t mean anything, Jacks,” Stiles would like to think that it’s the swelling of his cheek making him not finish the wolf’s name. But that’d be a lie. There’s still some small part of him hoping that the Alpha will wake up one day and realize that he’s been a royal asshole. That they’ll be friends like they used to be. Foolish or not, the Omega misses him.

For some reason though, the use of the old nickname snaps the Alpha out of his ‘someone’s stealing my mate’ daze. Blue eyes widen in what’s dangerously close to horror, taking in the blood on the human’s face and his own knuckles. Jackson helps him to his feet and Stiles just leans himself against his jeep; very confused. “I-I’m sorry,” the wolf says, handing the Omega his phone back before fleeing the scene.

Good thing Liam left early with Mason to get some practice in before school starts or this would’ve gone a lot worse. But Stiles doesn’t even really care about the pain in his face. More so the fact that if he shows up to school like this, someone is bound to tell his dad. That’s not a conversation he wants to have. The Omega also doesn’t want to watch the sheriff pull up to the school and drag Jackson out, because he totally would. Through all that, he just can’t seem to make his brain stop repeating the wolf’s words.

Not once in the last three years has Jackson ever apologized. That’s the one thing that’s confusing him. The Alpha flipping his shit thinking someone was trying to challenge him for his mate, Stiles can understand. Even the fact that he went damn near feral and hit the human, he can forgive that. Because instincts are a fucking bitch and can’t always be kept under control. Clearly Jackson- sometimes Theo- is proof that not all Alphas have the instinct to protect and Omega.

But why the fuck did Jackson apologize?

—

The first wrong thing that Theo notices is the lack of Stiles in their shared second period. Not even Lydia’s seen him and they always walk to class together. And it’s not that he really cares that the other boy is missing from class. Yeah, the Omega is unmated and hot as fuck, but that isn’t enough to make someone care. It’s more like one of those things. The times where you can’t help but worry about a person because they’re so meticulous in everything that they do that when they stray from the norm, it’s concerning to just about everyone. The banshee looked overly confused when she sat at the table beside the coyote looking at the Omega’s empty chair.

When Theo asked her where the human was, she couldn’t tell him more than they talked on the phone as Stiles was leaving his house. That still doesn’t help the coyote understand why he’s nearly agitated that Stiles isn’t here. Worried he can kind of get, but not borderline irritated from the lack of Omega around him. The Alpha seriously can’t explain it. All he knows is that- for whatever reason- he’s certainly perturbed that the teen isn’t in his vicinity.

As though he needs Stiles or something.

He doesn’t.

Theo’s other issue was that Jackson showed up to their third period class together with almost healed knuckles, like he’d punched someone recently. It wasn’t really that out of place and also not something he really cared that much about. The wolf may be his best friend, but that doesn’t make Jackson any less of a hothead. No, it was the shady way that Jackson acted when the coyote had asked the other Alpha who pissed him off. He got shifty eyes and mumbled ‘don’t worry about it,’ like he was nervous.

It didn’t make sense.

The last thing that was out of place in Theo’s day was Stiles finally showing up at school in the middle of lunch with his brother Liam. Now, they’re not friends, hell, they’re not even acquaintances. They don’t even nod at one another in the hallway and Theo doesn’t stop the shit between the boy and Jackson. Though he could with a simple word, debates on it when the wolf takes it too far. Of course Stiles deserves a mate and Theo really hopes that the human knows that.

But, that's not the point here. The point is that Stiles showed up to school with a fucking swollen, split cheek and keeps having to lick blood from his lip as though in inside of his mouth was bleeding.

Theo. Sees. Red.

For no rhyme or reason- because again, they’re not fucking friends- Theo gets up from his chair beside Jackson so quickly he knocks it over. Startling Lydia, but once she sees who the coyote is stalking towards, gasps and then her clacking heels soon follow him. When the younger wolf sees the red eyed Alpha getting too close, Liam steps in front of the Omega. Stiles’ amber orbs have been on him since the chair clattered to the floor.

Though trying to make himself seem small, confusion is evident in the Omega’s face. Don’t worry, Stiles, he’s just as fucking confused. But it does nothing to stop the coyote inside of him from bringing Theo closer to the wounded Omega. How dare someone hurt Stiles? Theo’s claws ache for someone’s blood.

“Back off, Theo,” the Beta flashes his golden eyes. Stupidly challenging an Alpha, but the coyote knows that he’s just being protective of his brother.

At least Stiles has someone looking out for him.

Theo simply nudges him aside to get to the Omega. He tilts Stiles’ chin up and to the side a bit to get a better look at the damage. With his thumb, Theo delicately brushes away a trickle of blood from the corner of the other boy’s mouth, not saying a single word. The Alpha’s eyes flicker again at the forming bruise around the cut on Stiles’ cheekbone, making the human’s heart skip a beat in his chest.

Locking eyes with Stiles, Theo’s voice is quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained, though he can’t for the life of him explain why. All he cares about is that Stiles is hurt. But more importantly, “who did this to you?” He merely wants to know who’s spine he has to rip out, that’s all. Because his coyote agrees, no one hurts Stiles and gets away with it.

No one.

No sooner are the words out of his mouth before the Omega flicks his eyes behind Theo for half a second at most. “Why do you care?” Fair point, Stiles. Theo hasn’t a goddamn clue. But the fact that you’re leaning into his hand isn’t really making this any easier here. The coyote so badly wants to take his pain, but there’s a little more pressing of an issue right now.

Taking a deep inhale, the human’s blood stings his nose, making it not even remotely calming breath. “That’s not what I asked,” the Alpha says, his words clipped. He’ll ask Liam if he fucking needs to. Either way, the coyote is getting that name and they’re going to learn a painful lesson. “Stiles,” Theo growls, “I want a name.”

And again, the other boy’s gaze goes somewhere behind Theo. It takes him a good second to realize that Stiles keeps looking at whoever it is. He’s a little close to feral with how pissed off he is, Theo can’t really be blamed for losing a bit of his tact. The Alpha looks over his shoulder, scanning the- what he just notices- silent cafeteria, before his eyes land on a terrified looking Jackson. Everyone around quietly watches the scene unfold. Even Lydia and Liam took a step back from the pair. Truthfully, he’d forgotten they weren’t even alone right now.

He doesn’t need a minute then, very clearly remembering the wolf’s hand this morning. The coyote gnashes his fangs, ignoring Stiles’, “Theo, don’t,” and hand squeezing his bicep before he roars and flies across the room.

Jackson doesn’t have time to react before the coyote tackles him to the ground. The two Alphas roll on the ground, claws swiping and fighting for dominance before the wolf gets lucky with a punch to his ribs that knocks the wind out of Theo. The moment is too long and the blonde Alpha jumps to his feet, claws at the ready. But that’s the thing about Theo; he’s a fighter. The coyote blocks the swipe, fluidly bringing his free hand up, punching Jackson right in the nose. Bones crunching and blood spraying on his knuckles.

“You don’t touch him,” Theo seethes, every word growled and slurred around his fangs. He can hear people whispering around the cafeteria about him, catching the word ‘mate’ from several voices. Vision bleeding red, he stalks closer to the wolf who’s still not recovered from the first blow. Theo grabs Jackson by the throat, slamming him into the wall, claws puncturing enough to trickle blood. “Give me one good reason not to tear your throat out.”

The sweetest scent he’s ever smelled- Theo knows that smell- fills his nose and the Alpha barely registers that someone is tugging on his shoulder. His blood whooshing in his ears makes whoever is trying to talk to him practically silent. But Theo really isn’t of sound mind right now. Drilling into Jackson’s terrified, blue eyes, snarling. A frantic, “Theo, Theo, please,” reaches the small crevice of the coyote’s brain that is actually present and functioning.

Pinching his eyes closed, the Alpha takes a deep breath, the hand still on his shoulder grounding him. It takes a painful startling amount of time for Theo to calm down enough that he lets go of the wolf. Arm falling slack at his side, the coyote turns to see who’s touching him, finding Stiles. The whispering has ceased once more, clearly wanting to hear this play out. But Theo’s focus has returned to the Omega, cupping his cheeks, the coyote asks, “are you okay?”

The other boy once again leans into the touch, his heart the only thing betraying the calm expression on his face. “I’m fine,” Stiles sighs softly. The Omega’s damn near purring at their contact. Making his fangs throb for an entirely different reason.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Theo speaks gently and starts to take the Omega’s pain. “That has to hurt,” black veins run through his hands up to his elbows, Stiles’ eyes fluttering shut at the pull. The Alpha’s breath hitches and he almost chokes on his own spit when the cut on the other boy’s cheek begins to shrink. “Holy fuck,” the coyote gasps out and the Omega’s eyes snap open wide.

See, any were-creature can take someone’s pain. But they can only heal their true mates. And Theo is doing just that with the Omega’s face. It takes roughly three seconds for the Alpha to understand absolutely every weird occurrence today. Theo’s heart does the weirdest thing in his chest and his coyote pushes at his ribcage. His fangs itching to drop from his gums to mark and claim the pale, mole speckled boy before him.

For Stiles, it takes much less. Cupid’s bow lips falling open in the Alpha’s hands. “It’s actually you,” Stiles whispers, his mouth curling in the slightest hint of a smile.

The coyote can’t bring himself to drop his hands though the lines on them have disappeared as well as the wound on the Omega. Theo rubs his thumb along the now healed skin, marveling at the revelation. He might have calmed and understood the scene before him, but the Alpha hasn’t quite found his words to voice that just yet.

Theo’s certainly not angry about the fact that the human is his true mate. Stiles is incredibly smart, funny, and good looking. Who wouldn’t want someone like that? And his loyalty to those he loves? Unprecedented. The other boy is definitely the strongest Omega the coyote’s ever met. Theo is more than on board with the turn of events. The Alpha considers himself lucky as all hell to have landed Stiles. He’ll figure out how to express that in a moment.

Right now he's kind of rolling in guilt. Never has he tried to protect Stiles from Jackson. You know, what an Alpha is meant to do. Nor has he really had a proper conversation that wasn’t school related since they share a lot of classes together. Then the universe decides to turn around and have the human be made for him. It makes Theo feel like he doesn’t deserve the Omega. Yes, he did something about it now, but there’s a lot that has happened and-

“You know I don’t blame you, right?” Stiles places a palm over one of the coyote’s hands, snapping the Alpha’s focus back to him.

Pinching his eyebrows together, Theo drops his hands, shaking his head he asks, “how can you not?” The Alpha takes a step back, “I didn’t-”

“-laugh when Jackson said those things? No,” the Omega closes the distance, “you didn’t. You also didn’t add to any of the jokes either. Or make your own. That actually meant something to me.”

There isn’t a lie to be heard in the human’s heart.

“You want to be with me?” Theo asks incredulously, “though I’ve never looked after you or tried to court you?”

The Omega smiles warmly at him, making Theo’s heart do that weird thing all over again. “I’ve known you for four years, Theo. Whether we properly spoke, I’m pretty observant.” Stiles reaches out to grab the coyote’s hand and the Alpha lets him, every cell in his body tingling to pull the other boy close. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, I just didn’t know how to say it because of that dickhead,” the teen jabs a finger at Jackson who’s still plastered to the wall. “And well, because you’re you and I’m just me,” he shrugs like Theo is supposed to understand what that means.

He does. And it’s probably the stupidest sentence he’s ever heard.

He’ll get to that in a minute.

After being reminded of the wolf’s presence, Theo turns towards the other Alpha. Snarling and eyes glowing rubies, “you so much as lay a finger on him ever again, I will kill you. Do you understand?” Jackson nods wildly, opening his mouth to speak but the coyote cuts him off. “You don’t speak to him until he’s ready to hear you talk. Get the fuck out of my face before I change my mind.”

The blonde Alpha clambers off the wall and over to Lydia, tucking his nose into the mark on her neck. Theo vaguely hears her whisper, “I could’ve told you they were mates if you had just asked.” Oh good, so everyone but Theo knew. That’s fantastic.

Turning his attention back to Stiles, the coyote squeezes his hand, “and you.” The human gulps. “Just you? There is no ‘just you,’ Stiles. We’ll blame it on stupidity for now as to why I never said anything. But you are so incredible. You’re beautiful and so goddamn smart. Your sense of humor is up to par with mine and I love that.”

“It’s sarcasm, not a sense of humor,” the Omega snorts.

Chuckling softly, Theo pulls the human to his chest, flashing his eyes and growling softly when Stiles�� respond in kind. Why hadn’t he done that years ago? “Yeah, you’re a sarcastic little shit and I fucking love it.” Curling his free hand around the small of Stiles’ back, the coyote rubs circles under the fabric of his shirt. “I am so lucky to have someone like you as my true mate, Stiles. If you’ll have me, that is.”

The smile that pulls at Stiles’ lips is damn near enough to knock the Alpha on his ass had he not been holding onto the human. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more than that, Theo.” The Omega shivers, the skin under the coyote’s fingers getting warm and damp with sweat. The Alpha’s nostrils flare when he realizes what’s happening.

Theo’s pushed him into his heat with his proximity. Brushing their noses together, he asks, “can I take you home, little Omega?” The Alpha holds tighter when the other boy’s head thunks on his chest as he groans.

A soft, “please,” pushes past Stiles’ lips and he whimpers, curling his fingers into Theo’s jacket. Clinging to the Alpha tightly, pressing as closely as humanly possible.

Without hesitation, Theo scoops the Omega up into his arms and carries him out of the now chattering cafeteria. Lydia gives him a warm smile as he passes, Liam looks skeptical, but doesn’t attempt to stop him. Good, Theo can’t handle that right now. Not when his instincts are telling him to get Stiles the fuck out of here and claimed immediately. It’s going to take all of his concentration to get them home.

The Alpha may have had a rocky start with his soon to be mate. But he’ll make damn sure that Stiles understands that from here on out, he will be protected and loved the way he deserves. Theo will see to that.

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #stiles x theo #Match Writes

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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Oh? Request open? Since you write for Inuyasha, how about some 18+ content for Koga please?

Mating Season /// Koga x f!Reader (18+)

I’ve always had a soft spot for Koga, and he has so much nasty potential as a wolf demon. Repressed village girl vs. horny wolf-boy is peak lewd.

Warnings: dubcon, wolf characteristics, yandere, light a/b/o, very light breeding kink (there’s like 1 mention of it)

As a villager at the foot of the mountains where Koga’s pack lives, you’ve heard stories since you were a child about the vicious wolf demons who live in caves and eat little girls who stray away from their homes. Now that you’re an adult and you only half believe in fairy tales, you still should’ve known better than to take a nap in the woods with sunset coming so soon. But who could blame you? They were just stories. Rumors. Old wives’ tales passed down from mother to daughter for generations, a warning not to stray from what was known. And you’d been exhausted. During the daylight hours you know these woods like the back of your hand—surely you can’t be blamed for putting down your basket and resting your eyes, just for a moment?

Not that he needs more than a moment. Your fate is sealed the second you step into the woods, into his territory, where he’s isolated himself to spend his rut away from the other members of his pack. It’s hard enough to hold back his…more aggressive instincts when he’s alone; but when he finds you sleeping propped up against a tree, looking sweet and innocent and smelling like a bitch in heat, you really just don’t stand a chance.

Koga’s torso pushes down into your back like he’s trying to pin you with the weight of his body. When you manage to suck in a breath (struggling to let your ribs expand against his iron-solid grip on you), you can smell his sweat and yours mixing with the slightly-damp earth under your feet and the sharp, bitter medicinal herbs you were gathering. With your skirts pushed up to your waist the springtime evening mist is frigid against your bare skin, but the heat radiating off his body is making you feel feverish anyway. Your knees are digging into the dirt and for some reason the thought crosses your mind that your nice white stockings are definitely going to stain, and your mother is going to be so angry, and you almost want to laugh at how absurd the thought is. As if a few stains could possibly matter while a demon is fucking you.

Instead of laughing, you whimper as Koga hits a particularly deep spot inside of you. How many times has he finished inside now? Three? Four? His arm is wrapped around your torso, keeping your body locked into his while he drives into you over and over and over. His thick cock nudges up against your cervix every time he pushes his hips toward your ass. It hurt at first. You aren’t sure when it stopped hurting. Maybe it still hurts.

But oh…it feels so good, too. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this. It’s like you’ve been hungry—starving—your whole life, and now you’re finally getting something to eat. Every inch of your cunt aches, but at some point you start trying to buck your hips back toward his. It isn’t so much reciprocation as it is just trying to ground yourself, or maybe letting yourself go in the moment… You can barely keep yourself upright, and you drop onto your elbows, your forehead inches away from the mud.

The demon growls—growls, actually growls like a wild animal, as if you needed more convincing—and he presses his bare chest down toward you, the sweat soaking off of his skin and through the fabric of your bodice. His thrusts are slower now, not the rapid jerks that he started out with. Maybe he can tell you like this better? Feeling every inch of his cock opening you up and rubbing against the sensitive walls of your cunt is making you afraid you’re going to lose your mind in the delirious fog of what you would call lust if you knew the word for it.

You certainly sound like you want it, your pleas transforming into sweet moans as your body adapts to the mating. You probably don’t even realize how wanton your voice is. Whatever else you’ve said, all Koga can hear in his rut-induced haze are your cries of pleasure and the squelching of his dick sliding in and out of you.

It’s easier when you don’t have to look at him. You can pretend that this is a dream, the kind of impure fantasy the village girls giggle to each other about, comparing their conquests, making up stories about which of the young men is the most handsome, who probably has the most experience, who might have the biggest—

“Ah!” you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t have to look at the creamy smears of the demon’s cum painting your thighs white and collecting on the dirt between your legs. Surely no mortal man would be capable of finishing so many times without even pulling out.

Koga releases your hips and you rock forward, startled, until he grabs you by your upper arm and pulls you upright so you’re sitting in his lap with his cock still impaled inside of you. He rolls his hips experimentally and you hiss in surprise as his thick head drags against a sensitive spot in your pussy.

Before you can get accustomed to the new angle, he’s pulling your head around so you’re forced to look into his face. You imagine that this is how a prey animal feels when it’s stared down by a predator—a rabbit looking at a wolf, haha, your mind supplies involuntarily—there’s something that makes it impossible to look away. The part of your brain that’s still clinging to rationality and trying to compartmentalize notes for a second that oddly enough, he looks just as desperate as you feel.

“Wh-whyyy?” you whine, half-aware that this is the first real word spoken between you. You don’t know why you think he’s going to respond—even though he looks more human than the other demons you’ve encountered, his actions have been just as feral and animalistic as the rest of them, if only less violent and more…depraved.

There’s a bead of sweat rolling down your neck, and Koga can’t take his eyes off of it. He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls your head back to expose the smooth column of your throat, careful not to yank it hard enough to hurt you. Humans are so fragile. When he tilts forward to lick the salty droplet off your skin, he feels your shiver all the way down. “You—I smelled you…”

In your half-aware state, it takes you a moment to hear him. “…What?”

The demon nuzzles his face into your hair, and his leisurely sigh stirs the fine hairs on the back of your neck. “Smells so good…waiting for me. Begging for me…”

“I—I don’t understand? Begging? Ah—ahhh…” Not for the first time, you try to push away from the demon uselessly. The rhythm of his slow, rocking thrusts doesn’t falter—you wouldn’t be surprised if he can’t even feel it.

It’s not easy for Koga to listen to your words when your moaning is so much more interesting, but he tries. For your sake. His soft little mate, so warm and weak while you grind your ass into his lap. What about this don’t you understand? He smelled you, he wanted you, he fucked you. And you wanted it too, of course you did…why else would you be wandering around by yourself in the peak of your heat, so ripe and ready for breeding that the smell of your lust is rising off your skin in waves? Why else would you have crossed into the territory of an alpha in his rut…?

But humans don’t think like that, do they?

The thought pierces Koga’s mind with a sudden, harsh clarity that would have been impossible had he not already finished inside your needy cunt four times now. Humans are different. Their senses of smell are so weak, just like the rest of them.

Koga remembers, unwillingly, a time when he crossed paths with Kagome’s party while she’d been on the edge of her heat. He smelled it, and Inuyasha noticed. The mutt pulled Koga aside to warn him not to mention it to her.

“But she’s about to go into heat. She shouldn’t be out of her house, let alone traveling with you, hanyo. Or can you even smell it?”

“Shut up, of course I can! But she can’t. Believe me, I brought it up to her once and she got pissed and said I was a pervert. Humans don’t know about stuff like that.”

They…don’t know. So that meant you didn’t know. You came into his territory by accident. You don’t know you’re in heat. You don’t know he’s in his rut, and you don’t know he’s an alpha. You probably don’t even know you’re in his territory.

The demon’s movements slow and then go still, and you’re left sitting in his lap with his cock still pulsing, a stiff rod of heat in your belly. You wait a moment, wondering if he’s going to pull out, but he doesn’t. His arm is still wrapped around you and his sharp fingernails are digging into the fabric of your bodice, no doubt leaving crescent-shaped marks in your skin. Involuntarily you feel yourself rock your hips against his pelvis, a feeble attempt to get him to pull out or even just move—the sex might’ve been uncomfortable, but feeling all full and stretched and so close to satisfaction with no way to get it by yourself is unbearable.

When there’s no response, you turn around toward him to get your first good look at the man (the demon) who’s made you want things you don’t even know how to say out loud. He’s good-looking—tall, tan, with boyish good looks (that would have earned him quite a few admirers if he were a villager like you) and flat blue eyes that seem oddly unfocused. His hair is tied up in a ponytail and you have the urge to pull on it, just like he pulled on your hair a moment ago. You don’t know his name. “Demon…please. I need you,” you whisper, letting some of the urgency you’re feeling spill into your voice.

Both of his hands clamp down on your hips, securing you in place while he slams his hips up back into yours. “Mate,” he snarls, his voice drowning out your yelp of pleasure, and before your mind goes blank with lust again, a chill runs down your spine because you’re not sure if he’s correcting you…or addressing you.

#inuyasha #inuyasha imagines #koga #koga x reader #smut #this ended up weirdly tender idk idk #i feel like the only audience for this will be me and the person who sent me the ask #but who cares #it's free real estate #yandere x reader #a/b/o #lowkey?#dubcon #tw dubcon

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