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Bad Ideas (Part 14)

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating : M

Link to Part 13

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The following hours were some of the longest of your life. While Regulus slept you let your mind wander to the upcoming dark days that the two of you would face. You dreaded telling Regulus that he would soon become a werewolf. Seeing the shock and sheer devastation in his eyes was enough to make you want to cry. Typically you weren’t a crier. You were more of a “hell hath no fury like Y/n Black” type. Today, however, that wasn’t the case.

“Has he woken up at all?”

You looked up from your place at Regulus’ side as Sirius stepped into the room.

“No, not yet.”

Sirius took a breath before sitting down in the chair on Regulus’ other side. He hated seeing his younger brother so banged up as much as hated that expression on your face. Seeing you look completely devastated made Sirius want to walk right up to Greyback and punch the bastard square in the face.

“Have you thought how we are going to break this to him?”

You shook your head. Every time that you tried to think of a plan for what you would say it never seemed good enough.

“No…not a clue. I don’t know how to tell Regulus everything he knows about himself is changing.”

Sirius didn’t respond for a moment.

“Yeah, how do you say it in a way that isn’t going to devastate him? Nothing about this conversation is going to be easy. Maybe with the medicine he’s on it will make the initial shock just a little easier.”

You stroked your finger over Regulus’ wedding band.

“He will either be a little loopy or choose violence. Time will have to tell on that one.”

Sirius winced as he turned to look at you again. He wanted to give you some kind of wisdom. Sirius wanted nothing more than to tell you that the two of you would find a way to deal with this. After all, he had been through this with Remus. He went through Remus’ personal hell every month but for some reason, he couldn’t get the words out.

“ How are you holding up? “

You looked back up to your godfather before shrugging.

“I don’t know. I keep telling myself that logically we can deal with this. I can the potion for Regulus as I do with Remus. Regulus will simply have to find his new normal…then my heart kicks in and says other things. Look at him… he’s never going to accept this. You know your brother as well as I do. “

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Yes, I do but I also know you. I know you are going to be that one constant in his life that he never had before. When the two of you became a couple I was a little hesitant about it…”

“You chased us through the train station . .. “

Sirius held a hand up with a frown.

“Interrupting me when I’m trying to be inspirational is rude. Like I was saying, I had my hesitations but now I don’t. The two of you bring out the best in each other. You make my brother tolerable. Granted, he is still a little shit when you are gone but he is tolerable. I like seeing you happy too. Seeing a Y/n happy face is always a nice thing to see.”

Sirius was relieved when you smiled for a moment before frowning.

“I wish James would see it that way.”

Sirius sighed before making a mental note to give James a good talking-to later.

“He’ll come around. You know all of this has to be a lot for him and Lily. The last thing they remembered was they had one-year-old twins. Now both Harry and yourself are grown-ups with lives of your own. I’m going to ask you to cut them a little slack. That, however, doesn’t mean that your feelings aren’t valid.”

A knock on the door stopped the conversation. When Harry stepped into the room, he gave you a nervous smile.

“Y/n, can you come here for just a moment?”

Sirius gave you a gentle smile.

“Go ahead. I’ll stay here with Regulus.”

You got up to follow your brother into the hallway. When you stepped into the hallway, you smiled seeing Ron and Hermione in the waiting room. Both quickly walked over and wrapped their arms around you.

“We came as soon we heard.”

Ron commented as he moved aside to let Hermione hug you more. You wrapped your arms around Hermione enjoying every moment of that hug.

“Is he alright?”

Hermione asked in a gentle tone. You shook your head.

“He’s going to be a werewolf. There is no skipping around that.”

Ron ran a hand through his hair before muttering “bloody hell” under his breath.

“Was it Greyback?”

He questioned. You nodded.

“Yeah, apparently he got away after all. I know that we were hoping that he was dead but it doesn't look like that happened.”

Hermione gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n but you have us. We’ll help you however we can.”

Ron nodded.

“We certainly will. Regulus will be back to insulting us and throwing stuff at our feet before we know it.”

Ron was relieved when you smiled for a brief moment.

“I need to be selfish for a moment…I have to tell him though. He’s been asleep since it happened. Bloody hell, I have to tell my husband that his life…everything that he knows has changed. I have to watch him go through the hell that Remus goes through every month. I have to sit back while he suffers and I can’t do a damned thing about it.”

Harry gently squeezed your hand as Hermione placed a hand on either side of your face.

“No, you can’t do anything about it medically but you can be there for him in every other sense. He is going to need you more than ever, Y/n. You are strong. I know that you can do this. Like, Ron said, you have us. The four of us have been through so much over the years. We can handle a furry little problem too.”

If there was one thing that Hermione could do best that was calming you down. She always knew what to say to bring you some peace.

“I need the three of you more than ever.”

You said, hoping to hold the tears back.

“We aren’t going anywhere.”

Harry said as Regulus yelling made the three of you jump

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!”

You groaned before putting a hand on your face.

“He chose violence.”

You commented before quickly walking back into the hospital room.

When you stepped into the room, Regulus was sitting straight up in the bed with a horrified expression on his face. Sirius was standing up holding his hands up trying to quiet his younger brother in vain.

Regulus’ attention turned to you. Your heart instantly broke seeing the petrified look. His normally dreamy gray eyes were filled with sheer horror.

“Y/n, tell me that he is joking.”

When you didn’t reply, Regulus’ mouth dropped further.

“Y/n!”

You moved to sit down beside Regulus. Silently, you hoped that your presence would calm him down. Now it was time to destroy the life of the man that you loved more than anyone else in the world.

“Y/n, say something to me.”

Regulus ordered. You took a deep breath.

“Regulus…you were bitten by Fenrir Greyback. I’m sorry, darling, but there’s…”

“Don’t say nothing that you can do. I can’t turn into…one of those monsters.”

You breathed in, trying to calm yourself.

“I’m sorry but you are. Regulus, everything will be alright. I know that it doesn’t seem that way now but there are…”

Regulus shook his head. This was worse than being drowned by inferi and drinking that damned torture potion combined. Now he was forever weakened.

“Reg, Remus goes through this every month. He can help…”

Sirius started but stopped when Regulus gave him the biggest got to hell look.

“Yeah, but I’m not Remus Lupin! I don’t have the level of grace that man does.”

Regulus grumbled. You stood and began to gently run your fingers through his hair. Normally this would turn Regulus into putty. He was surprised that he was feeling somewhat better.

“Are you going to leave me now?”

He asked, turning his attention back to you. You nearly fell back in your chair as your mouth dropped.

“Regulus Black, that is the dumbest question that I have ever heard come out of your mouth! I would never leave you over something like this. When I put that ring on your finger I meant the vows that I said.”

Regulus nodded but didn’t respond. He had partially lost the will to say anything else. He sat trying to process the news that his life, as he knew it, was over. He glanced over at you sadly. The fact that you hadn’t left him spoke volumes of your loyalty to him.

He couldn’t help but wonder if, in time, you would change your mind and leave. If the truth of his condition came out, Regulus knew that your reputation would be ruined. You had worked so hard to become a healer. It would be a scandal if it got out that you were married to a werewolf.

“This is Y/n. She won’t care what anyone has to say…hopefully. I can’t be without her.”

Regulus thought miserably. Since he had gotten with you so much of his outlook on things had changed. No longer was he this independent being that didn’t need another individual in his life. You had shown him how wonderful it was to be truly loved and accepted. Regulus DID NOT want to go back to the lonely life that he lived before you.

“Sweetheart, can you get me some water?”

Regulus asked. You nodded before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

Regulus waited until you were out of the room to speak to his brother.

“How long do I have, Sirius?”

Sirius looked down at his feet before finally meeting his younger brother’s gaze.

“The next full moon. Regulus, I know this is nothing that you asked for and nothing that you want but you have support. I’m not going anywhere nor is Y/n or Remus. You have people in your corner.”

Regulus sighed. As much he enjoyed giving his brother hell, Regulus was thankful to have Sirius in his corner again. It was nice having a relationship with his brother that he thought was gone forever.

“I’m sorry for screaming at you.”

Sirius chuckled.

“That was very Regulus Black of you.”

Regulus hoped that you would take some time getting that water.

“Should I divorce her?”

Sirius’ mouth dropped at the question that left his brother’s mouth.

“What? Why would you ask something like that?”

Regulus leaned back into the pillow. His whole body ached like never before. It felt as if all of his muscles were on fire while being twisted. Regulus knew that it was the venom changing every cell in his being.

“Because, Sirius, it's unfair to her! Y/n has worked too hard to get where she is to have her reputation tarnished by having a werewolf for a husband. You know how people look down on werewolves? Do you think it's fair to put a young woman through that? I may look the same age as Y/n but right now I feel our actual age difference.”

Sirius sat down on the bed before looking over his shoulder to make sure that you weren’t nearby.

“Regulus, I want you to listen to me. Do not and I mean do not even say anything like that to Y/n. She loves you! I have never seen her care for someone like she does you. If you leave her, she will be devastated. Please, Y/n has been through too damn much to have something like this happen to her. I’m begging you to not even consider the D-word.”

Regulus looked up as you walked back into the room.

“Here, love.”

You said before handing Regulus the cup of water. Sitting back down, you started stroking Regulus’ hair again. You didn’t notice the panicked expression on Sirius’ face as he stood up.

“I’m going to go call Remus. He’s probably wondering where I’m at.”

“See you soon.”

You replied, focusing all of your attention on Regulus. Sirius walked to the door but turned back to meet his brother’s gaze before mouthing,

“Please don’t.”

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Inseparable

Warnings: allusion to bad home life, brief mention of making out and gorging eyes, detention, Remus’s werewolf situation, I picked what house the reader is in based off the request, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader platonic

Request: Hello!! And yay for finishing your requests!!! Could I please request a Sirius Black (Marauders) x Older Sister Figure! Sirius, as we all know, doesn’t have the best home life and especially now that him and Regulus are at odds. Reader is an older Gryffindor (maybe like a year or two above him and the boys) that took Siri under her wing when she found him alone one night sitting out by the Blake Lake. They are sticky platonic and if James weren’t in the pictures she’d be Sirius best mate. The Reader and Sirius are talking out by the lake, watching the rest of the boys play in the sand and splash in the water on a rare hot day when Sirius confides in her about Remus (knowing she can be trusted) and she gives him the idea of being an Animagus and that , because she’s a year or so above, she can help get them all the stuff they would need to turn. Again, love your work and I’m so happy you got through all your request!! Sorry if this is long and kinda detailed, I’m on a road trip and got into it lmaoo

Request by: @bringinsexybackk69

*not my gif*

Summary: You had been there for Sirius since the beginning. And no matter what problems he faced, that would never change

A/N: I’m sorry if I veered this in a different direction then what you were looking for; Also, I hope you have/ had a great road trip :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

The first time you met Sirius Black, you had been running down the corridor with a large grin that was full of mischief, laughing as Filch ran after you, struggling to keep up.

You had sent the young boy a playful wink as you passed him. He had pressed his back flat up against the wall to get out of your way just in time for you to breeze past him, his eyes widened with fright.

“Thanks, kid!” You had called over your shoulder, taking a sharp right and successfully leaving Filch behind in a heap of curse words and sweat.

The second time you met him was in detention later that week, he had gotten caught by McGonagall for falling asleep during class, and had been sent there later that night per her demand.

Sirius had walked into the classroom, shuffling his feet slightly at the sight of you lounged lazily in the chair up front, the only other person besides Professor Binns in the class. And by the way the ghost had his head in his hands and his eyes drooping, he couldn’t tell if it were you or he that looked more bored.

Your head had lazily lolled to face the boy when the door clicked closed behind him softly, and a small smirk that was anything but malicious grew on your face.

“Sit down, Black.” The professor called tiredly, barely even glancing at him, “You’ll spend the next two hours in silence then your detention will be up.”

With only a couple seconds hesitation, he did as he was told and shuffled over to a seat in the row behind yours, startling slightly as you turned in your seat to face him. He hadn’t expected you to acknowledge him.

“Hey there.” You said quietly, “You’re that Sirius Black kid, aren’t you? The whole school was making a big deal over you getting sorted into Gryffindor a couple months ago.”

His head dipped down in embarrassment, “Yeah, that’s me.” He muttered.

You allowed your eyes to study his face for a minute as a small frown took over your features, “I know what it’s like.” His head snapped up to you, “I come from a long line of pure blooded Slytherins as well, they weren’t any happier when I was sorted into the house of red and gold then yours were.”

“Really?” He asked, eyes wide in disbelief for multiple reasons. One of them being what you just told him, and another that this cool third year was going out of her way to talk to him.

You nodded, an amused look taking over your features, “So, kid, what’re you in for?” You asked playfully, resting your head in a hand on his desk, talking as if you were in prison.

“Falling asleep during transfiguration. You?” He could slowly feel himself becoming more and more comfortable around you.

“Setting off a firework potion in Filch's office.” A large grin was on your face by the time you replied.

His eyes widened, “Really? How?”

“Hey!” Binns snapped, eyes suddenly wide open, “We’re still in detention, you two!”

You quickly threw a wink in Sirius’s direction, “Maybe I’ll show you one day.” You slyly said before turning back to face the front of the room.

And then there was the third time.

It was about a week or so after that night of detention, and Sirius was yet to see you again.

Though it was pitch black outside with the stars as the only source of minimal light, Sirius sat down near the Black Lake, and pulled his knees up to his chest as he leaned against a tree and finally allowed tears to fill his eyes now that he was all alone.

Just as he was letting out a sniffle, something landed on the ground beside him with a thud.

He let out a small, terrified yelp, and stumbled backwards.

You quickly bounced onto your feet, flipped your hair out of your face, and placed your hands on your hips with your signature grin, “Hey there!” You greeted friendly.

“O-oh, hey.” Sirius shakily answered, relaxing his tense muscles once recognition flashed across his features at the sight of a familiar face.

A frown tugged at your lips, “What’s wrong, kid?”

“Nothing.” He was quick to deny, “What were you doing in the tree?” Anything to get the attention off of him.

“Eh,” You waved a hand as if it was irrelevant, “Just enjoying some peace and quiet in the moonlight.” You fell silent for a moment, contemplating, “What were you doing out here?”

Sirius diverted his eyes away from you quickly, instead peering at the glimmering water as it rippled slightly, as if the giant squid had just swam by, “I… I’ve been having trouble making friends here… because of who my family are.”

Your gaze softened as you looked upon the young boy, but you were quick to realize that you had once been in his shoes, and sympathy had been the last thing you had wanted from others.

So without even thinking twice, you slapped your smile back on and threw your arm over his shoulder, “Well, not for long. ‘Cause now you have a friend.”

Slowly, a similar smile spread across his face as he looked up at you with wide eyes that held both adoration and awe.

Everything changed after that night.

Sirius was quick to rise in popularity once he had been seen hanging out with you a couple times, which then inflated his ego, therefore boosting his self confidence. That ended up helping him make quick friends with his three other first year roommates.

And though the group of them became very close, you and Sirius were the most inseparable people at Hogwarts.

There wasn’t a story told with one of you that the other wasn’t somehow involved in. If there was a prank taking place somewhere in the castle, more than ninety percent of the time you two were behind it. It was impossible to walk down the same hallway as you two and not hear the booming sound of laughter echoing off the walls.

Time flew by with a blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was your last year at Hogwarts and Sirius’s fifth. Meaning pretty soon you would have to leave him. You weren’t too worried about him though, you trusted his roommates to look out for him. You just didn’t know what you were going to do with yourself once you didn’t have him by your side.

You plopped down on the grass next to Sirius, who was staring out at the Great Lake, just like he had been when your friendship finally began to bloom, but this time the look was anything but sadness. He was smiling slightly.

“Hey, Siri.” You greeted, ruffling his hair before bumping your shoulder against his. Just to be extra annoying.

He grinned, turning away from the scene before him.

His friends- James, Peter, and Remus- were all in the shallow end of the lake, splashing each other and laughing.

“Hey, Oldie.” He greeted back teasingly.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, “For the last time, Black, you better stop calling me that.” You wagged a finger in front of his face threateningly, “I’m not some ancient witch you make me out to be.”

He threw his head back and laughed, his black hair falling downwards with his movements.

You reached forward and grabbed a strand of his hair gently, “You really need to cut this. It’s getting too long.” You would never admit out loud that you actually liked it, you just loved teasing him too much.

He scowled, pulling his hair out of your grasp and smoothing it back into its correct position, “Oh, please, the people dig it. And I have to give them what they want.” He finished dramatically by throwing an arm up into the air in an equally dramatic pose.

The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes this time, causing yours to slowly vanish from your face, “What’s wrong, kid?” Even after all that time, you had never stopped calling him that.

A sigh escaped his lips and he ran a hand through the very hair he had just claimed to need to keep neat, “I should’ve known you would figure out that something was up.” He let out a little chuckle, eyes averted from yours.

You gave him a sad smile, “What can I say? I know you better than you know yourself.” You weren’t met with a laugh like you had hoped.

Following his distracted eyes, you watched as he glanced at his friends- specifically a tall, brown haired boy with a scarred face.

“It’s…Remus.” He sighed, allowing his gaze to drop back to the grass that his hands had started subconsciously picking at, “There’s… there’s something I have to tell you.”

You stayed silent, knowing it was not a good time to talk. That Sirius needed to get this out before he changed his mind.

“He’s a werewolf!” He blurted it out as if it physically pained him to say it, but not because it bothered him. But because he felt guilty about telling someone. He knew he could trust you, though. With anything. No matter what. And nobody was around to hear him confess.

His cheeks began to tint red and he dropped his head lower, allowing his hair to hide his face, as if hoping it would swallow him whole, “And I’m worried about him.” He admitted with a whisper.

Then it dawned on you. This wasn’t about Remus being a werewolf, not fully. It was about something more, about what Sirius was feeling. Towards one of his best friends.

A small and sincere smile made its way onto your face, “More than a friend would be worried?”

His face burned even more at your words, “Shut up.” He mumbled weakly.

It wasn’t very often that the great Sirius Black was rendered speechless. Even you hadn’t seen that happen since he was in third year, when he had caught you making out with someone in Three Broomsticks. The poor boy was so scarred by the event that he almost gouged his own eyes out with his wand. Then he tried chasing after the person you were making out with using said wand.

The grin on your face didn’t falter as you looked out at the water, and you didn’t miss the way Remus’s eyes kept flitting over to a certain dark haired boy who just so happened to be your best friend, but his cheeks turned pink when he noticed you looking, and you couldn’t help the adoring look that took over your face.

But you rolled your eyes once you noticed Sirius was still looking at the ground, oblivious to the puppy dog eyes the other boy was sending his way.

You opened your mouth to say something, but decided against it. You would let the two little lovebirds figure out everything by themselves… maybe you would give them a couple nudges along the way, though.

Sirius lifted his head with sad eyes, “I just wish I could help him.”

It was as if someone cast the lumos charm in your head as an idea suddenly came to you.

After all the years of ignoring, skipping, or falling asleep during lessons, one out of the small handful that you actually paid attention to, suddenly jumped out at you.

“Animagus.” You blurted out suddenly, startling the boy beside you.

His eyebrows were furrowed as he turned his head away from the green grass and over to you, “What?”

“There’s a way you can help Remus.” The gears could practically be seen turning in your head, “It’s common knowledge that werewolves won’t hurt other animals, so what if you became one?”

His eyes widened and he looked at you as if you grew two heads, “What are you-“

“And the others could join you!” You babbled excitedly, assuming that Remus already told everybody else, “You could each have your own animal and you won’t feel so helpless anymore.”

It was silent for a moment, silence from Sirius Black could only mean one of two things.

One being that he was dying, or that he was in deep thought.

You hoped it was the latter.

Though you genuinely wanted to help Remus, you couldn’t deny that some small part of you also just wanted to find an excuse for Sirius and Remus to spend more time together. Even if they were already dorm mates.

All you wanted was for the boy you saw as a little brother to be happy, and you had a feeling that a certain werewolf could do that for him.

A grin slowly spread onto Sirius’s face, “I think that might not be a bad idea.” The grin faltered, “But how will we know how?”

You threw an arm around his shoulder, “Leave that to me, Siri. One benefit of having an awesomely amazing best friend who is in year seven is that I can get into the most restricted sections of the library.”

He looked up at you with such gratitude that you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell, “Thank you, Oldie.” His voice was more genuine and serious then anything you had heard in a long time.

You grinned, looking down at him and hugging him to your side tighter, “Anything for my favorite annoying little kid.”

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 2 years

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Inner Monster and Friend

Summary: Moon Knight system meets their first werewolf. They have a lot more in common than they think. Special guest star: Jack Russell. Werewolf by Night cross over.

Warning: Minor violence.

Word Count: 4405

Word Prompt: Moon

“Do you swear to protect the travelers of the night?” Khonshu’s voice echoed through Marc’s mind as he stared down at the creature before him.

“He’s so small. Marc, look at him.” Steven had been the one to take the creature out. Marc had given it a hell of a run around and fight, taking slashes and bites that even the suit took a minute to heal. Finally Steven had gotten around it and slammed it over the head with his batons.

It had let out a sound not unlike that of a dog getting kicked and Steven had immediately gone on a string of heartfelt apologies to the unconscious thing.

“What the hell is it?” Marc took over before Steven could start petting it.

“It’s not a jackal.” Steven supplied.

“No shit.” Marc sighed. “Looks like a…” He didn’t want to say it.

“A werewolf.” Steven knelt down near it and rolled it over. “But he’s so small!”

“Yeah I heard you the first time!” Marc picked up the creature and was happy it was small, considering he had to carry it across the city. “If this is a werewolf, you know what that means?”

“That they are real!” Steven’s glowing eyes went wide. “My stars.”

Marc hefted the fuzzy creature over his shoulder and started to make his way down the street. This was awkward.

“No. I mean, yes they are real. But that’s not what I’m getting at!” He huffed, thankful for the super strength the suit provided. “It means that in the morning he’s going to be a man again!”

“Oh.” Steven mulled it over. “OH! Poor man. It must be terrible for him.”

“Yeah well, he’s still a monster right now. We need to get him somewhere safe before he wakes up and tries to eat people again.” Marc picked up the pace.

“Where are we taking him?” Steven glanced around nervously. He really hoped it wasn’t to his own flat. There were so many very breakable things there…

Marc paused. “Uh. I don’t know. I figured we could lock him somewhere. Leash him to something in the flat?”

“We bloody well are not!” Steven put the breaks on and held up one of the animal’s large clawed hands. “Look at these! One wrong slash and it’s bye bye Guses!”

“Alright. Where are you going to put him then?” Marc felt the creature shift slightly. “We need to decide quickly. It can’t be good to keep bashing him over the head.”

“I’m thinking I’m thinking!” Steven looked around the street. “Oh! We’re close!” He turned around and started to backtrack down a street.

“Close to what? Where are we….No! No! Bad idea! There’s no good place to leash him! He could get out and demolish the whole place! Not to mention the amount of dangerous things I have stored in there!” Marc tried to put on the breaks but Steven was determined.

“Oh please, it’s not like he’s going to set off a rocket launcher or grenade bin.” Steven chuckled.

Marc was silent.

“...Marc, please tell me there is not a bin of grenades in there!”

“Well…”

“Marc Spector are you kidding me?” Steven turned down a street and looked up at the storage facility. “What kind of maniac keeps a bin of grenades just sitting in a storage locker?”

“Where else was I supposed to keep them? Not like I could hide those in your flat! You’d have pulled a pin or something!”

“I don’t care how you do it, but you are going to get rid of those ASAP.” Steven grumbled under his breath. “Probably has enough TNT in there to blow England off the bloody map.”

“I’ll call up my pal Frenchie later. I’m sure he can off load them on someone…” Marc sighed. He carefully avoided telling Steven about the other things he had stored in there, like the actual rocket launcher he kept in the back.

“You got the keys?” Steven patted the pockets on his fancy suit. He wondered how the suit worked. Did it hold his things and Marc’s things separately? Was it some sort of pocket dimension?

“Yeah. Gimme a sec.” Marc set the creature down and removed the suit completely. It always felt draining to take it off. All the extra power and strength and healing it provided would slip away, leaving behind the regular tired and beaten up man inside. Now with sharing with Steven, it seemed to take a little extra out of him when it left.

He patted his pockets and pulled out his keys. Opening the door, he checked to make sure everything was still undisturbed then lifted up the creature with considerable more effort this time.

“Hey, a use for your old cot!” Steven piped up as they lay the creature down across it. “Here I thought this was just a waste of money each month.”

“Great. Now what? We hope he stays knocked out till sunrise?” Marc moved to his storage bins and started moving them around, hoping that maybe he still had some rope or chains or zip ties or anything to help contain the creature. “It does turn back at sunrise, right? Is there a set time? Like does the sun have to be fully up? Or is it like at five on the dot?”

Steven sank down a little. He knew Marc didn’t like him seeing what was in the bins. It was why Marc still kept it all separate from their shared space. He didn’t like being judged or feeling Steven squirm as he looked at the guns and knives. There were also personal items locked away in there that Marc couldn’t bring himself to get rid of but that were too painful to keep around.

Marc pulled out some heavy duty ropes and moved to the creature. He hesitated then started with tying his hands behind his back then roping his ankles together. He had nothing to tie him down to but maybe this might be enough. At least to slow him down a little.

“We’re on watch duty then.” Marc sat down on a trunk and tapped his fingers on his knees. If that thing so much as sneezed wrong he would suit up and prepare to beat it unconscious again.

“He’s not really a monster, is he?” Steven pondered. “Look at him. Not at all what I thought they’d look like. I thought they’d be bigger. Harrier. More teeth. More muscle. Just… Scarier.”

“Steven, we fought him for an hour. He’s big enough.” Marc sighed loudly.

“Well he was scared is all.” Steven gestured to him. “He’s a wild creature! How’d you like it if once a month something horrible happens to you and it’s painful and scary and suddenly you’re out somewhere you didn’t expect to be and people are mad at you and hurting you!”

Marc frowned and looked at his watch. “I don’t know. Doesn’t mean he should just be out there hurting people. You see a wolf out in the forest and it’s majestic, you put that same wolf in a school yard and your views on all that majesty go away real fast.”

They sat in silence for a long time. Steven insisted they trade off to give one another a break, though Marc never really left Steven alone. Thankfully the creature seemed to have been exhausted as it continued to sleep. Turns out fighting two moon god avatars really took it out of you.

Steven was on watch when the creature suddenly let out a pained whimper. It snarled and thrashed in the restraints, pulling and clawing at anything it could reach.

Steven got up nervously and looked around as if trying to find some sort of guide on what to do when your imprisoned werewolf tries to escape.

“Uh…Uh… Oye!” He clapped his hands to get the beast’s attention. “Hey! Stop that! That’s not nice!”

The beast stopped and stared at Steven as if noticing him for the first time. It took a careful sniff then growled lowly.

“Hiya. Uh… Remember me?” He waved. “Yeah, sorry about that. Didn’t want to whack you like that, but you were chewing on our cape. You know, if you’re hungry, maybe I can find you a steak or something. I know this nice, fancy place. I could ask for it extra rare? Is that why you act out? Cause you’re hungry?”

The creature snarled loudly and part of the rope snapped free.

“Bollocks. Suit!” He summoned the suit quickly and pulled out the poles, ready to start bashing over the head again if he had to. “Come on, now. I don’t want to fight you again. I’m sorry if we startled you before. Stupid pigeon said a traveler was in danger and we came across you about to snack on this poor bloke! What are we supposed to think?”

The creature eyed him, no longer pulling on the ropes. He watched the sticks wearily.

“See these?” Steven held up the sticks. “Don’t try to run off or eat me and you don’t have to worry about these.” He put them away slowly. “See? There’s a good dog.”

“Steven.” Marc spoke up anxiously. “That is not a dog and I do not want to have to fight that thing again. Give me the body.”

“Well if you don’t scare it then you won’t have to fight it!” Steven huffed. “I got this.”

The beast was staring at him with wide eyes, following his every shift and movement. It looked tired. The kind of exhaustion that comes from too many nights and too many days bleeding into one. The look of a human who had wondered too many times if this was going to be the last night. If this was the last time.

It was a look that Steven had seen on Marc’s face far too many times. “He’s hurting.” Steven sat back down and removed the mask. “Almost morning. I think you’ll make it just fine.”

The creature lay back on the cot, snuffing the air and squirming lightly. It was distressed by the ropes but didn’t dare try to escape again. Something had pacified it. Perhaps, Steven reasoned, it was how close dawn was. The transformation was probably exhausting.

Steven stepped forward and held out a hand, thankful for the protection of the suit. The beast eyed it warily and bared his teeth. Rope was nothing compared to pure desperation and the beast knew if he truly desired it, he could be free.

Steven swallowed hard. “Hey. You’re okay.” He held out his hands, palms open to show he held no ill intent. The beast stared at the white gloves as one might stare at the moon. “You know,” Steven smiled bright, “I’ve touched hundreds of thousands of moons with these hands. I wonder if you can sense it.”

“Steven, what are you doing?” Two voices of caution spoke up at the same time. Both had sensed the danger, but one was starting to move closer and closer to the front.

“He looks sad.” Steven slowly moved closer and placed a hand lightly on the creature’s arm. “If you promise not to eat me, I’ll untie these.”

The beast grunted loudly, huffing as it tensed from the unfamiliar touch. When it didn’t immediately go to bite, Steven was encouraged.

“See? Not so bad, is it?” He moved lower and started to carefully undo the ropes.

“Bad idea. This is a bad idea. What if it breaks out?” Marc tried to push forward.

As if sensing the switch, the beast growled and snapped in warning, pulling its hands free and crouching down on the cot. It reached down, clawing at the ropes around his ankles till they fell away in shreds.

“I don’t think it likes you.” Steven pushed forward again and grinned. “Don’t mind him. You’re a good boy. Marc’s just a grumpy head sometimes.”

He smiled as he watched the beast relax again, just a little.

“See? Almost morning. You made it through the night. About time to rest up, huh? Let someone else drive for a while. I know the feeling well, mate.” Steven sat back down, giving the creature space.

As if on cue, the beast let out a distressed sound then started to transform. Steven cringed as the body before him twisted and curled up on itself.

They watched the fur fade, the sharpness soften, and the eyes deepen with sadness.

It was over quickly and a man lay where the beast had been. He was indeed small, his frame trembling in exhaustion as he tensed and cringed with the remains of urges that were not his own. Things inside that screamed run hide fight survive in a language that he now only vaguely understood.

His eyes fluttered open and glanced around, seeking comfort and the knowledge that he was safe. His eyes slid over Steven in confusion, taking in the bright white suit. “Moon…” He mumbled as the suit blurred in his vision.

“Hey, it’s alright. You’re safe.” Steven let his suit disappear. He wondered if the suit carried any of the properties of the moon. Did it affect the wolf in the same way?

“Sí. Estás seguro.” The man muttered, not understanding the statement. “The wolf is asleep again.”

Marc took over, getting up and moving to a storage bin to find clothes. He hoped old fatigues would be okay as he pulled out some rough clothes still lightly dusted in sand and gunpowder. He set them beside the man and cleared his throat.

“Mnh. Lo Siento. It takes a while to let it go. I just… Do you have coffee?” He slowly sat up, cringing as his head swam and the world was still too raw. He could smell the old grease and gunpowder around him. He could also smell old blood that was carefully packed away somewhere deep under the weight of sweat and pain. It made him nervous.

“I know a place we can go once I’m sure that you’re in control.” Marc crossed his arms and stared down at the man. A beast was one thing. A man holding the power of a beast was ten times worse. At least with a beast of the night he knew what to expect.

“Yeah yeah. Just the residual confusion. Passing of the torch is always rough.” He waved a hand and offered a pained smile. “Just waving at my enemy as we pass by each other. There he goes. See you in a month. I hope not, but I know better.”

Marc felt Jake rise up and pull. It was not like him to ask for control. Especially when around new people they didn’t know. He tensed a moment, wondering if there was a danger that he had not seen but that Jake had.

Jake pulled again, this time not asking. He stared down at the man. “Dios mio. I know you. Jack?”

Jack stared up at Jake in confusion for a moment, startled to hear his name. Comforted to hear his name. It helped to pull him back into himself. Grounding and confirming that he was indeed the man and not the monster.

“You are!” Jake grinned. “Jack Russell! I saw you at the club a few times!”

Both Steven and Marc raised eyebrows at that. They didn’t think Jake was the night clubbing type.

“Not that kind of club, idiotas.” Jake bristled a little, embarrassed. “Dancing. He plays the guitar and sings. He is not bad.”

Jack slowly sat up fully and started to pull the offered clothes on. “Yeah… I remember you now.” He sniffled a little, his senses still heightened. He could vaguely make out the smell of the man before him. It was strange. The light aftershave. The mixture of different types of soaps layered on from different days. The oil in his hair. The faint faint smell of cologne that he had worn to the club a few times… But under it all he could smell the person.

He could smell the pheromones that seemed to fluctuate. The stress hormones that raced up and down constantly. The anxiety and the chemicals that shifted over and over and over. This was a man that moved like the tide.

Jack shook his head and exhaled forcefully, clearing the scent from his nose. “You played two nights ago. It was very lovely.”

Jake blushed. “I’m just an amateur.”

“Excuse me.” Marc took hold. “Hate to interrupt this reunion, but I’d love to address the werewolf in the room.”

Jack looked up, startled by the sudden change. The accent had suddenly gone from a familiar South American to angry American region. Even his body had changed stance and the scent of stress and pain had returned.

“Hey now, there’s no need to be rude.” Steven chided. “Let’s get the man some coffee. I know I don’t function without my morning cuppa.”

The accent jumped the pond and the posture sank in on itself, growing smaller and softer. Hormones shifted and anxiety rose a little but stress melted away.

“What…” Jack stared a moment. He shook his head to clear it and glanced around again, taking in the storage unit for the first time. He also noted the shredded ropes on the floor. “Who are you?”

“Oh! How rude of us.” Steven flustered. “I’m Steven! With a V. That was Marc. Pay no mind to him. He’s got no manners.” He mouthed the word ‘American’. “Before that was Jake. I think he’s a fan of yours. Yep. He’s telling me to shut my yap so I’m pretty sure he’s a fan.”

Jack sighed and stood up, slipping his feet into the large boots provided. “Jack Russell. Pleasure to meet you, I hope.” He still wasn’t sure about this person. Persons? He had absolutely dealt with stranger things. He was a stranger thing, by his books. “May I inquire about last night? I didn’t… You know… Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah about that.” Marc cut in gruffly. “We found him running through the streets about to jump some guy. There was no trail of carnage that we are aware of, so maybe we caught him in time. But you need to work on that. You can’t just let that thing run rampant!”

Jack stared at him for a moment, his head cocked to the side slightly. He slowly nodded. “Thank you for stopping me. I normally don’t run rampant. I have a system, you see.” He brightened. “It is normally a very good system! There are safety checks in place. I have been doing this a long time. Usually it works well.”

“So what happened this time?” Marc tossed him a jacket. The man looked smaller in Marc’s heavy duty combat clothes. It was easy to see the strain in his face and how his hands trembled just a little.

“I’m willing to bet it was the man you stopped me from jumping.” He grimaced as he pulled on the coat. “Hunters. They go around trying to eliminate things like me. They’ve been on my tail since… Well there was an incident and I pissed a few of them off.”

“You’re the traveler of the night…” Marc mumbled under his breath. “Stupid cryptic bird…”

Jack adjusted the coat and shoved his hands deep into the side pockets. He felt something cold and metal touch his fingers and he pulled out a set of dog tags on a chain. Marc Spector. He carefully put them back in the pocket. “So. About that coffee?”

“Of course!” Steven smiled. “Jake knows a place. His favorite spot, really. That I’m aware of. Unless the club has coffee.” It was a light and playful jab that hit home as Jake took over.

“Okay, Hermano, enough!” Jake huffed grumpily. “This way, Amigo. Warm you up then get you home. I suggest that you move your home, though. The guy from last night lived the encounter…For now.”

Jack stared at the man a moment then looked away. “Do you do this a lot?” He winced as the heavy door was pulled open with a clang. It was worse than a hangover in many ways.

“Take werewolves out for coffee? You would be the first.” Jake made sure to lock the door behind them.

“I mean… I have vague memories of last night. There were two men in white. I assume they were both you?” He rubbed the back of his head, feeling the ghost of a bruise there. He was at least thankful for the added healing and thick skull the curse provided him.

“Marc and Steven.” Jake nodded as they walked out to the street. “They say they fought him for some time. He’s pretty scrappy, that one.”

Jack paused as they stepped into the light. It didn’t matter how many times he saw it. The sunrise after a full moon was always something to behold. Warm and cold at the same time. Fire in the sky burning away a night of terror as it let the color back into the world.

“You talk about it like it was someone else. Not me endangering people or causing havoc.” Jack laughed lightly. “Like the monster is not inside me all the time.”

Jake was silent a moment, his hands deep in his own pockets as he walked. He looked uncomfortable, as if these clothes did not quite fit him right.

“The beast lives inside of you, it doesn’t mean he is a monster.” Jake quietly looked back at him a moment. “I don’t know how it works. Do you become him? Does he become you? Is it really just you that loses sight of who you are and takes on a different form each time? He acts and you feel. The deeds he does are on your hands, but you did not do them. It is a feeling that… That we know well. Questions we have asked ourselves at different times.”

“You have D.I.D., don’t you?” Jack chewed on his lower lip. “Real people that share a body. Caused by trauma and created as a way to protect yourself.”

Jake looked back at him in mild surprise. “Yeah. Three of us. Most people don’t understand.”

“I researched it many years ago…” Jack shrugged slightly then looked away. “I thought that…”

“You thought that maybe it was a good way to look at what you had going on?” Jake chuckled.

“I meant no disrespect!” Jack flushed. “I just… Sometimes it is nice to think that you might belong to something that would understand. Someone that might be like you.” He shook his head. “Ah, it was a long time ago. I don’t want to shoehorn myself into something I am not. The last thing you need is a monster like me pretending that when the beast comes, it isn’t me.”

“It’s not D.I.D.” Jake shrugged. “But you are only the first person I know who has immediately believed us and accepted us without flinching once. Maybe there is some common ground there.”

They walked in silence the rest of the way, both thinking about how it must be for the other. There were a million questions, but each question could be thrown right back at them and they did not have answers.

After coffee, Steven yawned back to the front. It had been a long night but he was still too excited to sleep. “Do you have a safe place to go? Anyone watching out for you or anything? My flat isn’t too far from here. You can stay as long as you like till you decide where you’re going.”

Jack smiled. “Yeah. I know someone. They usually watch out for me on these nights. He just isn’t a big fan of London. Too many people. He’s pretty shy. If I could get your address though… I can wash and return your clothes.”

Marc gave him a look. Jack realized that grumpy seemed to be Marc’s resting expression. He did seem to be warming up to him. “Keep it. I don’t need those. I have way too much stuff in there. Old baggage really. Steven keeps harassing me to clear it out.”

“Thank you, Amigo. For all your help. And thank you Steven for keeping me..him…us calm. It helps the transition.” Jack patted them on the shoulder. “It is always nice to know I can count on someone to keep me safe…and everyone else.”

“We protect the travelers of the night.” Steven grinned. “It’s sort of our job. Especially if they follow the path of the moon.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, but I appreciate it all the same.” Jack grinned back. “Oh! Before I forget!” He pulled out the dog tags and held them out.

They stared at the tags for a moment. A conversation was going on behind the eyes and a struggle. At last, a hand came out and took them, quickly shoving them into his pocket.

“Gracias. I will make sure they go back.” Jake shrugged. “Some baggage is more painful than others. Still can’t throw it away, though.”

Jack nodded. “I understand. I really do. If you ever need to talk… Well I honestly don’t know how you’ll reach me. Perhaps we will just find one another again in times of need.”

Steven grinned. “I think we will. I have a feeling that if we really need to find you, I can just ask our…well he’s not really a friend. More like an absolute dick, but he means well…sort of.”

“It’s complicated.” Marc sighed. “We have connections. I’ll leave it at that.”

Jack nodded. “And I’m sure I can sniff you out if I really need to.” He tapped the side of his nose with a wink. “I should get back. Ted is going to be a mess if I don’t go see him soon.”

“It was lovely to meet you!” Steven grinned and waved as Jack walked down the street. He continued to wave until Jack turned the corner, and with a little wave, he was gone.

They stood there for a moment, watching the empty street. At last he shivered and yawned loudly. “I wonder if vampires are real.”

“We are not befriending a vampire.” Marc groaned.

“So they are real?” Steven looked around nervously.

“Yeah, but they are not as cool as werewolves.” Jake smirked.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight fic #WBN #Werewolf by night #Cross over fic #MoonKnightober2022 #MKtober2022 #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Jack Russell #They are friends #I love them all #Steven would be BFF with the wolf part #He was this close to wanting to pet him #Jake is pretty sure there is a vampire that owes them money

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Pairing: Werewolf!Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)

Summary: Looking back on how your life has turned out this far, you often wonder if you got more than you bargained for when finally finding your safe haven within the walls of Jackson. They have it all; food, shelter and electricity, but what else did you come to discover that lives within this thriving community? And how did that discovery change your life?

WC: 9K

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Little bit of angst (With a happy ending). Smut. Unprotected PIV. Praise Kink. Dirty Talk. Anal Play. Fluff.

AN: Yassss, we’re getting there loves! The next chapter is the last, and I’m sad that it’s coming to an end, though I’m desperate to work on my oneshots. Hope you enjoy this chapter darlings, I know I did <33

“I love you Mel…” Joel heard you whisper through the tears before you brought two hands up and laid them around the old woman's head and face.

“Jesus…” He manages to blurt through the sudden flash of light, it was bright and warm, but so bright that he could barely see you and Mel standing on the patio. Moving forward with panic, it was his brother who stopped him by bringing an arm out and shaking his head. “No, don’t… don’t disrupt it.”

The man relaxes then, understanding a little more, but not enough to be fully reassured that whatever you were doing isn’t dangerous. The light was coming from your hands and inside that light was something dark. The more Joel focused on what it was that you were actually doing, the more he could see that you were taking the darkness away.

The darkness within Melinda’s brain - you were taking it. “Christ.” He breathes while pushing through his brother's grip, trying to see more. “Joel, don-” Tommy tries to warn, but Joel cuts him off by grabbing his brother's arm and pulling him close to look at you - at your face.

Your eyes were open, though the colour had disappeared and white had taken over completely. Skin glistening with sweat, that darkness inside Melinda’s head grew smaller and smaller as it was traveling up your arms. “What is this?” Joel asks, completely enamoured by your abilities. “You’ve read the book. Talk me through it, what is she doing right now?”

“Energy absorption maybe and I haven’t read everything yet.” Tommy shrugs, showing just how little he knows regardless of what he learned from the memoir so far. He moves past Joel, taking a closer look at you and Mel. The older woman had her eyes closed, as if she were unconscious. Her arms remained at her side, body relaxed and slumped over ever so slightly, but you were moving. Your lips were moving, like you were mouthing words. And both brothers instantly had the same idea to listen to your thoughts, but as soon as they did, they jumped back and held their hands over their ears.

Screams penetrated their ear drums all at once. The noise was so loud, it was deafening and blinding all of their senses, but it was you screaming, though it didn’t sound like your voice. Sounding like a cacophonous horrifying cry filled with pain and suffering, Joel and Tommy had all but a sample of the agony you were putting yourself through. The words you were mouthing were ‘too much’. You were screaming internally, putting intense amounts of strain on your body and mind and damn near killing yourself to save Melinda.

“Tommy!” Joel manages to roar just one word over the noise in his mind, and it was enough as his brother heard him loud and clear. You are killing yourself. Pulling himself up off the floor, it felt like an invisible, but powerful, force was pushing him back and Joel dug his feet into the ground, drawing the power from the wolf inside to run at you with his brother doing the very same thing.

Wrapping his arms around you, Joel tears you away from Melinda and tackles you to the floor, while Tommy catches the old woman before she falls. You begin to fit and convulse in his arms, your eyes completely black now instead of white. Skin ashen and covered with sweat, he calls your name repeatedly, but you don’t hear him. Joel turns to his brother, looking for help as he is the only one who has read parts of the book, however the expression on his face conveys very little faith. Tommy doesn’t know what this is or how to help.

Suddenly you stop moving and Joel snaps his attention back to you, looking into your dark eyes as your lips tremble with woundless words rolling off your tongue. Your eyes didn’t even look black anymore, they were shattered, torn and burned with wickedness. Inhaling shakily and moving your lips fast like you were chanting a silent spell, Joel watches you arch your back and twist your body. A faint whisper could be heard, small and hushed at first, but as the man leaned down and tilted his head to the side, he could make out what you were saying. “Get out of the way, Joel! Move now, move!”

A higher powered, striking command all from a whisper, Joel couldn’t fight it even if he wanted to. Lifting his weight from where he was pinning you down, he pulls to the side and jolts with terror as you shot upright in your position, your back still arched and your neck tilted back as you look up at the sky. Your arms dart out at your sides, grabbing handfuls of the earth beneath you and he lowers his gaze to watch as that darkness finds an escape.

The snow melts and reveals the grass, but it quickly changes as whatever you were releasing from your body, disfigures it. It looked like tar. Thick, soupy black tar bubbling around your hands and as soon as the blackness fades from your eyes, you take a deep screeching inhale for air, manage to call out for Joel then fall backwards as if you were knocked out. The man instantly scrambles to your side, shaking you by the shoulders to try and wake you, but to no avail.

Fear rattles through his bones as he suspects the worst, but the sound of your heart reassures him. It’s steady, strong, healthy, but you aren’t moving at all. It’s like you're dormant. “Joel.” Tommy calls his name and he lifts his head to look. Seeing Melinda sitting up now with worry and confusion on her face, but that’s not all. The woman looks ten years younger. Her skin no longer wrinkled with age, it was flourishing and her hair was bouncy, blooming with colour. She brought her hands up and looked at her own skin with wonder in her bright green eyes.

“H-how…W-what?” Mel mumbles. Shaking her head with furrowed brows, she then looks over to you laying in the snow and her eyes well up with worry. “Y/N.” She gasps. Moving away from Tommy’s arms, the woman lifts your head and lays it in her lap, palming her soft delicate hands across your face. “Silly girl, you could have killed yourself.” Mel whimpers, leaning down to press her forehead to yours.

Joel lowers his head, feeling the weight of that pit in his stomach as you were so close to leaving this world. Mel had just said it herself, you could have died doing what you did. “We need to take her inside.” He looks back to the older woman when she said that, looking at her with questions. “Carry her up to my spare bedroom and Tommy-” Mel looks to the younger Miller then, laying out a list for him. “Go to the greenhouses and retrieve some Lavender, Goldenrod, Calendula and…” She pauses for a second to look down at you, as if she were waiting for something. The action caught Joel and Tommy’s attention and they both looked at you and listened.

Rosehip, Sage and Evening Primrose. They hear your voice whisper quietly before Melinda repeats it. You were conversing with her telepathically. The woman didn’t even seem fazed with what the hell had just happened to her, or the fact that you were telling her in your mind to grab all of these flowers and plants. Melinda didn’t care that something was different about you, she only cared about your safety, and that reaction made Joel and Tommy look at each other with hopeful expressions.

Melinda can be trusted with the knowledge of supernaturals.

Moving up off the floor, Joel takes you from Mel’s arms and carries you into the house while Tommy quickly makes a move to gather all of those items you requested. You’re okay, but you’re not at 100% and you need those items to help you get there. Rest and a mixture of healing remedies will help get you back to where you want to be, but Joel now has a lot of questions. How do you know about those plants and their healing properties? How do you know that they, in particular, are most important?

The man wonders what else you know or have learned because he is clueless. Joel didn’t know that these flowers and plants that Jackson were growing even had healing properties to help you. Sure, he knew some of them can be used to help a common cold when mixed into a hot tea or something, but judging from the way Melinda was pulling out all sorts of pots and pans from her cupboard, it looked like she was about to whisk up a batch of some magic potion for you.

“What are you doing?” He asks, curious to know but the woman spins around and points a finger at him. “I thought I told you to take her upstairs, young man. Go on, get.” She says with an authoritative tone, although Joel could hear the love and concern underneath. “All will be explained in due time. Y/N is our priority right now so take her upstairs and lay her down Mr. Miller.”

“Yes ma’am.” Nodding, Joel huffs a small chuckle and turns with you held in his arms as he carries you upstairs. Melinda calls out that it’s the first room on the right and that’s where he takes you. Opening up the door was a task, but once it was open, he smiled at the interior. Small, simple and homey. The four post bed with the sheet draped over from above was made of wood which matched the cabinets in the room. There was an old styled fireplace in the wall and the floor was laminated, covered with a large rug to minimize the cold.

Walking over to the bed, he pulled the sheet back and laid you down on top of the covers. The house was already toasty and the duvet was made of a double thick material. He knows you will find it too hot and decides to use the thin fleece that was folded over the bottom of the bed. After Joel places that over your body and adjusts the pillow beneath your head, he pulls the sheet back over and moves towards the window to close the blinds.

Joel then moves over to the mounted oil lamps at either side of the bed and lights them up, keeping it a low flame that lit the room with a warm glow. You looked cozy and snug, like sleeping beauty and the man took the seat by the bedside and roamed the expanse of your peacefully sleeping face with his eyes. Whatever this was that you were going through, Joel hates it - he hates not knowing how to help or what to do. He can’t take the pain from you because you’re not in any pain. You were before, but not now.

As much as he hates to think or even say it, it’s like you’re in some sort of comatose state of rest and there's nothing he can do other than wait. Joel’s train of thought was disturbed by the sounds of his brother entering the house. He could hear Tommy walking into the kitchen, handing the items over to Mel before moving back towards the door to try and fix it. Joel pretty much blew the hinges off when booting it open. He’s shocked the thing is still hanging on, but if his brother can’t fix it - which would come as a surprise - then he will do it himself. It’s the least he could do for Mel, especially since she is the only one who really knows how to help you right now.

Dead air fills the room as Joel filters out the noise from downstairs. Even with his super hearing, he could barely hear your breath, but your heartbeat rang through his mind clear as day. Still beating steadily, your mind however, was silent. Even when he tried calling for you, there was no answer and he hated that there wasn’t. Although it seems that you’re okay, the man just wants to hear your voice reassure him. It would lift the anxiety that was currently sitting on his shoulders. Those screams that he heard from you earlier were chilling and he wishes to never hear them again from you. They sounded demonic.

Hesitantly, he leans forward in his chair and slides a hand across the mattress to reach for you, though he pauses briefly before actually taking hold of your hand and nothing is what he felt. Suppose that’s what scares the man most. Your emotions have always been so powerful, but he hasn’t felt anything since you held Melinda and took away whatever was eating at her brain. Joel saw only a glimpse of what you can do and it scares him - your supernatural abilities scare him.

With a thought of helping you in this state by joining Mel, Joel began to move but your hand gripped his, essentially keeping him close. Feeling the way your hand squeezed his, it was as if you were pleading for him to stay with you, so he did. Joel moves the chair closer and brings his other hand across the bed to clasp both of them over yours, reassuring you with touch that he isn’t going anywhere. He may not be able to hear or feel you, but it seems as though you can hear and feel him.

Your muscles relax with a faint sigh escaping your lips, and the noise was physical relief for him. No words could explain the emotions Joel felt in that exact moment. It felt like a tsunami washed over and flooded him with reassurance, then as the water recedes and his mind clears, it couldn’t be any more obvious about how he feels about you.

“I love you, Y/N.” He admits, putting his emotions into words for you to hear. Even though it didn’t bring you out of this sleeping state that you’re in, it doesn’t matter because he knows you heard him. Tearing his eyes away from you as the bedroom door creaks open, Tommy and Melinda enter holding a large pot. The smell struck Joel immediately, making his face contort and nearly gag.

It was a foul smelling batch of something, not at all what he was expecting it to smell like. “Okay Tommy, we’ll take it from here.” Says Melinda after the pot was carefully lowered to the floor beside the bed. Rolling up her sleeves and putting gloves on, she held up another pair and looked over at Joel. “Come here, young’un.”

Tommy, who was currently pinching his nose, nods to his brother before exiting the room and closing the door. Joel now wonders what he and Melinda will be doing, but doesn’t object if it means helping you. Standing from the chair, he moves around the bed and shakes off his jacket, then begins to roll up his sleeves while Melinda lays a blanket across the floor just in front of the fireplace.

After Joel had put his gloves on, Melinda requested him to lift you off the bed and onto the blanket on the floor. “I ain’t even gonna ask.” The man mumbles after looking at what's inside the pot. The texture of it is like mud, but the colour is mint green. Shrugging it off, Joel turns to you now and carefully slips his hands under your body before lifting you off the bed and once you are laid out on the blanket, Mel begins removing your clothes.

Joel never thought he’d feel uncomfortable around you in your underwear, but the feeling he had while kneeling at your side didn’t feel good. You're almost naked, still unconscious and unaware of what's happening. “She knows.” Mel whispers, as if she had read his thoughts. She looks at him with a smile on her lips, nodding. “Y/N wanted you to be here. She knows what we’re doing, don’t worry son.”

“What exactly is it that we’re doing, Mel?” Joel sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. The woman dunks two hands into the pot and transfers a large glob of the substance onto your body. “We’re going to cover her body in this stuff then wrap her up in the blanket to make sure it molds.”

“Why, what will it do?” Joel asks while grabbing handfuls of the substance from the pot as well, lathering up your skin with a hefty amount. Melinda holds another handful of the mixture over your face, but pauses to reassure Joel as he looks at her with concern. “The mixture is going to harden after we light the fire. The healing properties will be locked in tight around Y/N’s body and in three days she will break throu-”

“Excuse me.” Joel interrupts her with a scoff, eyes wide with disbelief. “Did you just say three days?... Y/N is going to be stuck like this for three days?”

“Yes.” Mel confirms before carefully covering your face and hair with the sludge. Joel’s shoulders sink while watching her cover your nose and mouth. How will she breathe? He asks himself, worrying for you. The man didn’t like what he was doing or what you were going through at all, but if it helps you then so be it. After your body was completely covered and wrapped tightly in the blanket, Joel started the fire while Melinda cleaned up any mess that got on the floor.

“Would you mind if I stay a while?” He asks after everything had been dealt with and you were taken care of. “I don’t want to leave her right now.”

“Stay as long as you’d like to, son.” Melinda places a hand to Joel’s shoulder with a gentle squeeze before pulling back and leaving the room. Now that he had another moment alone, he fell back onto the edge of the bed and buried his face into the palms of his hands. He’d do anything right now just to hear your voice.

Rubbing his temples, the day had been long and exhausting for him. If he feels this tired, then he can’t even begin to imagine how you feel. “I’m sorry babydoll.” Joel looks up and talks to you, to the wrapped up blanket in front of the fire. “I’m sorry I didn’t take you seriously earlier. I know this is scary for you, I understand that now more than ever. Forgive me, darlin’.”

Kicking his shoes off and pulling back the sheet on the bed, Joel climbs in and lays down to rest. The next three days are going to be hell without you, but he isn’t leaving. He’s going to make sure that he’s present when you break out of that shell. Consider it selfish, but Joel wants to be the first person that you see when you come out of this.

The man falls asleep dreaming about you and other than a brief disturbance from the door opening with Melinda peeping her head inside to check on him, there weren't any more disruptions after that. Joel slept through the evening and night, all the way up until the early hours of the morning. The sounds of floorboards creaking broke his peaceful slumber and he stirs, however the sounds of something cracking open awakes him fully and he shoots up to look at you.

The fire still blazed, but nothing about you had changed. The substance and the blanket was still wet, it hadn’t dried at all during the night. Sighing as he lay back down, Joel closes his eyes and relaxes once again. Light wasn’t slipping through the blinds yet so it must be in the early hours of the morning, much too early to get up and walk around the house when it isn’t his house to walk around in. Joel didn’t want to disturb Melinda, even though he’s fairly certain that she wouldn’t mind if he were to go downstairs and make a hot beverage.

Instead, Joel decided to think about you again, the images of your pretty eyes and beautiful smile in his mind soothing him back to sleep quickly, until he heard that cracking noise followed by the floorboards creaking again. Shaking his head at himself, he was annoyed at the tricks his mind was playing on him. Joel wanted to believe that those noises were you breaking free from the shell, but it wasn’t possible. Melinda said you’ll be stuck in there for three days and the thing hasn’t even dried yet.

Tutting to himself, he turns over and ignores the sounds that aren’t even there, however the next thing he hears opens the man’s eyes once again. It was you, your voice whispering his name. The covers behind him ruffle, the bed dips like someone was climbing inside and then, he feels something soft against his cheek. A kiss. Dumbfounded with what on earth he was imagining, Joel reasons with himself and believes that he must be dreaming these things, but your kisses prove otherwise. He can physically feel them.

“Look at me handsome, I’m right here.” You say softly, the sound of your voice damn near bringing the man to tears, however he can see that tightly wrapped blanket still laying in front of the fire. There’s no way you can actually be behind him. “Joel, baby please.” You persist, slipping your hand around him, the touch making blood rush to a certain area in his body. It’s a dream, it has to be, but he misses you too much to care anyways.

Turning around ever so slowly, your hair is the first thing to come into view, then your eyes and lastly, your beautiful smile. Joel sighs heavily with closed eyes before re-opening them to see that you were still there, looking at him. “Hi baby.” You giggle softly, lips trembling as you lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back slowly and gently at first, but then it becomes fervent the more he tastes. You’re sweet, delicious.

“Hm, babydoll.” He hums deeply. Your hands roam across his chest, drawing out the sexiest noises from him as he moves closer, desperately wanting more of your sweet tasting kisses. Cupping one hand over your cheek with his other hand on your lower back, Joel kisses you like it was the last time he’ll ever kiss you. This is too real to be a dream, therefore he has to ask you. “Darlin’, is this real, are you really here?”

“Yes, and no.” You mumble while shifting your position to straddle his hips. Breaking off the kiss, you pull your shirt over your head then hook your fingers under his. “I need you right now, Joel. I’ll explain everything later.”

“Okay.” He breathes with a nod. Removing his shirt while you remove your pants and underwear, he manages to reach for his belt buckle before you bat his hands away and do it for him. The little mischievous laughs escaping your lips bring a smile to his face. Whether this is real or not certainly doesn’t matter because it’s real for Joel. Once all clothes are removed, you sink down on his lap and grind your bare heat across his crotch, moaning from the sensations it was giving you.

“Joel.” You whisper his name, directing his attention away from your glistening pussy back to your eyes. “Hm?” He jerks his chin out, licking his lips with a dire need to be inside of you and feel your warm clench around his cock, though you had someone on your mind to say. He can tell. Leaning down and resting your elbows to the pillow behind his head, your pert nipples press into his chest as you hold his gaze. “I heard you, baby - loud and clear.” You say with a warm smile, eyes beginning to gloss over. “I forgive you, and I love you too.”

Shakily breathing into the kiss on your lips, he knew you heard him and was feeling euphoric to hear you say those three words back. Joel doesn’t know how this is possible, you’re laying in front of the fire wrapped up in a blanket and laying on top of him right now. He doesn’t understand, but he isn’t going to ruin an important moment in his relationship with you by asking all the questions he has. Instead, he is just going to relish every passing second of this magical experience with you because he doesn’t know how long it will last.

“Mhm fuck.” Grunting as you take him in hand, Joel digs his feet into the mattress and holds onto your hips as you prepare to take him inside of you. He was preparing too. Bracing for that exquisite first thrust. After coating his cock with your desire, you notch him at your entrance then hold your hands to his chest. “Oh Joel.” You moan when sinking down, taking him all.

“Christ darlin’.” Joel groans breathily. Fingers digging into your skin, he struggles to keep quiet as you slowly begin to rock your hips, but you toss your head back with a mewling reassurance. “It’s okay… No one can hear us outside of the sheet around the bed.”

“J-Jesus…” Letting go of the moans he was holding back, Joel meets your actions halfway and bucks his hips up off the bed, hitting that soft spongy spot inside. “Fuck! Are you sure?” He asks through gritted teeth and when you moan an exceptionally loud ‘yes’ in response, he wonders what else you can do. “H-how are you doing that?”

“Handsome, you won’t even believe the things that I can do.” You whine with a naughty smile on your lips. Holding onto his biceps with a tight grip, you pick up your pace and begin bouncing on his cock. The tension very quickly begins to build in Joel’s lower stomach and his orgasm approaches with lightning speed. He fights back the urge to release, wanting you to cum first, but he couldn’t. It was powerful sex, like you were purposely drawing it out of him. “Darlin’, I’m gonna cum if yer don’t slow down.” He warns.

“I know, I want you to.” You whimper while slamming your hips down onto his. “Cum inside of me, it’s gonna be okay - please.” Pleading and panting through the pleasurable sensations of his cock thrusting up into you, Joel sits up and wraps both arms around your back to pull you in much closer. The sweat clings to your bodies, sticking your skin together as you grind on him. Pressing your forehead to his, you breathe your broken cries into his face and dig your nails into his skin with your orgasm reaching its peak.

“Joel!” You wail as he groans your name. Still grinding your hips into his, riding out your orgasm, Joel grabs handfuls of your ass with the over-stimulation on his cock. “Nughh! D-darlin’.” He babbles a strangled groan. Burying his face into your neck with heavy breaths, he bites the skin, thus causing you to arch your back with another cry of his name, yet your movements don’t slow down.

Feeling another orgasm quickly approaching, it surprised Joel as he usually takes a small break in between each round, which is more so for your benefit and not his, however your supernatural abilities must have boosted your sexual energy because you were hungry for more. After your second orgasm blew through your body, your legs began to shake and Joel was surprised for a second time as you kept on for round three. Thinking he would take some of the load off you, he moves up onto his knees and you wrap your legs around his back.

“Ready darlin’?” He asks, almost rhetorically. You know what he is about to do and you were ready for it. Joel holds onto the underside of your thighs and begins pounding into your cunt, drawing out the most pornographic sounds from deep inside of you. Your pussy squelching around his cock, squeezing him tighter and tighter, while you cried with pleasure. The man grunts deeply, getting high off your warm velty walls clenching around him, eliciting him to mutter filth against the shell of your ear. “Oh that’s it, Y/N. Take it, babydoll. Take my cock, that’s a good girl.”

“Fuck!” You heave, scratching at his back as you gasp for air, but not before throwing back some of his own dirty words. “Give it to me, Joel or is this all you got?”

Suddenly, Joel throws you down on the bed then yanks you around to lay on your front. The action makes you giggle before he pushes your face into the duvet with one hand, then uses his other to arch your back before thrusting his cock back inside of you. Mewling now with the stretch, the angle provided him to bury deeper and before you could adjust, he pulled his hips back then slammed them back home again, essentially knocking the breath out of your lungs each time.

Using your body like his own personal fuck doll, Joel grunts and groans from above while pounding into your pussy, still speaking with a dirty tongue. “Wanted this, didn’t you?” He smacks your ass, drawing out a cry from you. “There you go, Y/N. Let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.”

Gradually becoming a feral whimpering mess beneath him, you writhe against the bedsheets from his punishing pace of pleasure. Your hands grasp at the blanket with lewd sounding moans muffled into the covers. Just the sound of Joel fucking you was enough to get you off. The man sounded desperate to release himself inside of you again, but you know he wanted to discipline you with his dick for as long as he could before then.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growls, using strength to thrust harder. Balls slapping against your clit, the added stimulation was pushing you closer to the edge and yet, you still wanted more. “Babe.” You beg. Removing your hands from the blankets and bringing them around your back, you spread your ass cheeks, hoping he would pick up on what you want. And he did, loud and clear.

“Oh, you dirty girl.” He teases before spitting over your puckered hole. You clench from the feeling, then relax again and prepare for the breach. Slowing down his movements, Joel rubs your tight ring of muscle with his thumb before pushing the tip inside. Your eyes screw shut with the sting, as if it were painful, but your body pushes back onto his hand, silently asking for more, which he gave. “Hm.. so fucking tight.” He says, burying his thumb right down to the knuckle. “Gotta work you open, don’t we darlin’? So I can stick my cock in there someday.”

“Yes - yes we do.” You breathe, nodding anticipatingly into the blankets. Joel got to work with fucking you at a fast pace while removing his thumb from your ass then burying it inside again. The mixture of pain and pleasure was beautiful, making your eyes roll to the back of your head with deep, guttural moans erupting from your throat. It felt so fucking good, and a part of you wants his cock inside instead of his thumb, but you know it would be too soon. You need practice before reaching that point, and besides, Joel’s cock is huge, therefore it would definitely hurt.

“Gonna cum for me, doll?” He requests. Looking down and seeing his cum spill out of your pussy each time he pulls his hips back, he loves the sight of it and wants to fill you up with more. When you don’t answer him, he snaps forward, thus causing you to cry out as you lift your head from the blanket. “Yes! I'll cum for you, yes!”

“Good girl.” Joel praises, then resorts to a slower, more gentle-like pace, grinding in and out of your cunt. Your orgasm approaches softly, taking its time as it ripples across your body, burning your chest with desire while casting a white blanket of stars behind your eyes, then Joel gasps sharply before blowing out a delectable breathy moan of your name, spilling his seed deep inside. You could feel him emptying himself, coating your walls with his warmth.

“Jesus, that feels so good.” You whisper, pushing your hips back, which causes him to shudder with sensitivity. After gently removing his thumb, you gasp then moan from the loss when he pulls out of your cunt. Relishing in the post-coital bliss for a few seconds, you dart up and stop Joel from exiting the bed. “No, don’t.” You reach out, pull back to lay beside you and explain. “You’ll break the seal if you leave and I don’t want to go back just yet.”

“What do you mean, darlin’?” He asks with furrowed brows as you both move to lay down at the top of the bed again. Resting your cheek to his chest, you look up into his eyes and explain what you can with the little time that you have left. “I’m supposed to be in that blanket by the fire, healing, but I used up some energy to come see you.”

“How?” Joel chuckles, shaking his head with bemusement. His wonder and intrigue to know makes you smile, therefore you feel excited to share just a little of what you’ve learned. “Neither of us are really here right now. Our physical bodies are not here. We’re inside the spiritual realm, so if you move out of the bed, you’ll break the seal and we’ll both go back.”

“But… Isn’t the spiritual realm the after life?” Joel asks, concerned to know exactly what you mean. He brings his hand up and holds your arm, as if you would disappear if he were to let go. “Sort of.” You smile with a shrug. “We’re in between right now. When I leave, you’ll go back to where you’re supposed to be and so will I.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say.” The man shakes his head with disbelief, though he chuckles. “You’ve just explained it and yet, I somehow still don’t quite understand.”

“It’s okay, I don’t fully understand any of this either.” You reassure and chuckle with him, but the moment is short lived as you feel your time running out. “I have to leave soon, baby. If I don’t get back in time, we’ll both be stuck here forever.”

“How long do I have with you?” Joel sighs with dread, bringing his face close to rub his nose against yours. Pecking his lips a couple times, you smile and whisper that it’s just a few minutes. You wish it could be longer, but sadly, you can’t hold up the veil for too long and the last thing you want is to be stuck in between life and death with no way out. “I don’t want to say goodbye, darlin’.” Joel murmurs with closed eyes, the statement stabbing your gut.

“I know, I do too.” You weep, holding back your tears. “I’ll be back, Joel - I promise.”

Cupping the side of your face and holding you there, he takes his time with his kisses, remembering how each one felt. The fact that he and you are in between life and death right now scares the hell out of him. He could have lost you today and that thought alone makes the man want to hold onto you forever, but he has to let go so you both can get back to where you’re supposed to be. He doesn’t want to leave you, but he has to.

“Don’t mope around me in this room, Joel.” You pull back and hold a hand to the side of his face, gazing into his eyes. “It’ll do you no good just waiting for me to come outta that thing. Trust me baby, you’ll be the first person I visit when I get out - no matter where you are, I promise you will see me first.”

“Okay, darlin’.” He nods, understanding what you’re saying. You could hear him beating himself earlier and you don’t want him to be here doing nothing but twiddling his thumbs while he waits for you to heal. Keeping your promise in mind, he smiles reassuringly and places one last kiss on your lips.

“Close your eyes, handsome.” You whisper, not wanting him to be afraid as you prepare to depart. You can feel his worry, it’s strong and powerful. When he closes his eyes, you kiss his knuckles once then disappear with a fading ‘I love you’. It physically pained you to leave him, but you had to.

“I love you too.” Joel replies, shaking his head as he could no longer feel you at his side anymore. After a moment, he finally opens his eyes and sees the light shining through the blinds. It wasn’t daylight just a second ago, but the sun blared through now. Too focused on his surroundings, he didn’t even hear the footsteps outside the bedroom door and jumped when it opened with Tommy entering. “Oh, you are awake.” He jibes, tutting at him. “Didn’t you hear me call your name three times? God, I feel what dad did when he woke you up for school.”

“Whatever bro.” Joel chuckles, shaking his head and climbs out the bed. “As I recall, you were just as bad as me.”

“Yeah well, that was twenty plus years ago so get over it.” Tommy chuckles too then jerks his head to the side. “C’mon. Me and Mel made breakfast. You’ll be hungry I bet, considering you’ve been asleep since yesterday evening.”

“Uh-huh.” He rolls his eyes at his brother, though he smirks too. As Tommy heads downstairs, Joel grabs his shoes and looks to the wrapped up blanket in front of the fire. A pang of sadness washes over him knowing that you’re in there and he can’t do anything about it, but still, he thinks about the promise you made and pushes those emotions away. You’re coming back, you promised him.

After visiting the bathroom, he makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen, greeting a good morning to Mel and thanking her for letting him stay the night, to which she brushes off like it was no big deal. “No need to thank me.” She says, shaking her head. “It’s quite alright young man.”

“I like you Mel.” Joel nods, looking down at the plate of food before him with hungry eyes. “You’re the only woman in my family who calls me a young man, not an old man.”

“Oh, so I’m family now?” The woman holds a hand over her heart, conveying how honoured she felt. Joel chuckles, but he nods and expresses how sincere he was. “Y/N’s family is mine now too. She cares about you, Mel and so do I.”

“Thank you.” Mel smiles, appreciating the bold statement he had just made, one that caught Tommy’s attention as his jaw dropped with excitement in his eyes. “Oh shit.” He gasps, looking between Joel and Mel. “Does this mean you’re marrying Y/N? Is my brother finally settling down with the right lady?”

“Hold yer damn horses. Who said anything about marriage?” Joel shakes his head while forking up mouthfuls of beans. He was really hungry and could barely wait to eat, though his brother had a hunger for prying into other peoples business. “Uh, as I recall, you just said that.” Tommy retorts, using his brother's prior words against him and still smiling like a big ol’ goofball as he quotes Joel. “Y/N’s family is mine now too.”

“And?” Joel shrugs, still shaking his head. “I don’t see what you’re getting at.”

“Uh-huh, alright Joel.” Tommy leans back into his chair, acting like he had stumbled across some big secret. Joel just ignores him and goes back to his food. Marriage wasn’t on his mind because it’s too soon to marry you, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it. Sure, of course Joel has thought about it and he knows you are the woman he will be marrying someday, but that day isn’t any time soon, not until he knows you’re ready for it at least.

“So, did you finish reading that book?” Joel asks, changing the topic of conversation, to hopefully learn more about you and what it is exactly that you are - because you are different from everyone else, that’s for sure. “Is she really the moon? That would explain how she can control our shifts.”

“Well actually, Y/N is a descendant of the physical embodiment of the moon.” Tommy reports, though after seeing the look on his brother's face that clearly displays that he has absolutely no idea what that means, Tommy explains better for him. “Selene was the name of the woman in that memoir. She was the physical embodiment of the moon, but she’s no longer around now as it was centuries ago, and now, Y/N is the physical embodiment of the moon - meaning, she is a goddess, a moon goddess.”

“Wow… A goddess?” Joel leans back, taking in what his brother was saying. The man smiles, feeling a sense of pride for you. Just being in the presence of a goddess felt amazing, let alone loving one that loves him back. “That’s quite something. We’ll let her know carefully, I don’t want to freak her out.”

“Um..” Tommy mumbles then looks to Melinda for help. Joel looks between them both, instantly picking up that there is something they’re not telling him, but he waits patiently for them to say it. “I think Y/N already knows.” Says Mel. She leans back too, as if preparing herself to explain. “When Y/N did whatever it was she did to me yesterday, I could see some things. I don’t think she intended for me to see them, nor did she mind, I just think she was overwhelmed and it somehow spilled into me”

“Okay…” Joel nods for Mel to continue and share more. “Well, she had accessed a lot of information and learned everything there was to know about herself. So… We think she may already know.” She says.

“That explains some things.” Joel nods again, understanding how Y/N could bring him to the spirit realm earlier, however Mel and Tommy now wonder what he means by that. After noticing their interest, he shrugs and explains the best he could. “Y/N visited me this morning. We were on some spiritual plane of existence, it was magnificent she could do that and also explains how she could do it.”

“Dimensional travel.” Tommy mutters, smiling with amazement. “Gabriel reported that Selene could travel through the dimensions, amongst a whole list of other abilities, but I bet there is more that he didn’t know about.”

“Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me, little brother.” Joel admits. Reaching for his coffee and taking a mouthful, he hums with the taste and thanks Mel again for making him breakfast, especially for his favourite hot beverage. The woman, yet again, waves him off, which makes him appreciate her hospitality even more. As Joel thinks about what he has learned from his brother, it makes him wonder about your bloodline. “You said Y/N is a descendant right?” He asks, and when Tommy nods, he asks another question. “So does that mean her mom was a goddess too, but when she passed on, Y/N became the physical embodiment of the moon?”

“Oh shit.. Yeah.” Tommy sighs, thinking about the story that you shared before about your mother. He looks to Joel then and jogs his memory. “Do you remember what she told us that day up in the ski-lodge? About how she thought her mom was magical? I mean, it all makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Joel agrees, as does Melinda, who adds to the conversation with her own knowledge about you and your mother. “Y/N shared with me that her mom ran away from her marriage before Y/N was born because the father was aggressive.”

Joel and Tommy look at each other with that piece of information and suspect there is a correlation. “Did Y/N say what happened?” Joel asks, knowing that it would be a personal thing to share, but he has a feeling that you wouldn’t mind if this correlation is correct.

“Well um, from what she shared with me, I gathered that her father had suffered from depression after his accident. He had a collision on the road, killed a woman and her child, and unfortunately, became aggressive with Y/N’s mother after that. ‘Every month’, I recall Y/N saying. ‘Every month it would get worse and worse for my mom until she eventually had enough and left before I was born’.”

Again, Joel and Tommy look at each other with what they were learning. Without it being confirmed by you of course, the brothers can only suspect for now that your father was a werewolf too and he became aggressive each month with the shift. Gabriel said in his memoir that the Wolf and the Moon came together, what if they caused a lasting chain of events that brought all wolves and moons together? It would explain the suspicion that your father had the werewolf gene and your mother found him, then how you found Joel and Tommy. You have a connection with werewolves - natural enemies that attract each other.

“What’s all the silence about?” Melinda asks, clearly picking up on Joel and Tommy knowing something that she doesn’t. The prior thought that the brother had about Mel, about how she can be trusted, came back to their minds. They wondered if they should share what they are and clue her in on the secret. “You know I am a mother, boys and I can clearly tell when you’re hiding something.” The woman scoffs and it was enough to make Tommy and Joel come to a decision.

“Mel.” Tommy turns to the woman, reaching out for her hand on the table. She looks at him with concern and he hears in her mind that she was worried it was something terrible about you, not him. “There isn’t any easy way to say this so I’m just going to come out with it.” He cringes, looking to his brother briefly then back to Melinda. “Me and Joel are supernatural too - we are werewolves.” The woman bursts into a fit of giggles, shaking her head with disbelief. “Yeah right, and I’m a vampire.” She says, still, with disbelief.

Until she looks at Joel and sees his glowing red eyes - then she believes.

Two Days Later

Anxiously pacing back and forth in Melinda’s living room, Joel was growing more impatient with each passing second. Today is the day you wake up, but you’re taking your sweet time with it and he physically cannot wait any more.

“Good lord, will you sit down?” Mel snaps her book shut and looks up at him. “It ain’t doing you no good waiting around for her to wake up.”

“Hm, that’s funny.” Joel sighs a chuckle then takes a seat on the sofa. “Y/N said the same thing.”

“Us women think alike, you see.” Mel hums, leaning back into her chair to relax with a smirk on her lips. “We know how much men can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

Chuckling again, Joel appreciated Mel’s wit and humour, especially at a time like this when he needs it most. He wouldn’t be so worked up if it wasn’t nearing midnight. Approaching another day without you would be torture. Joel can’t explain why, but it feels so unbelievably terrible not having you here and his emotions are erratic. Still unable to feel your emotions, he’s in the dark and hates that he is. As the clock hand tick, tick, ticks around, he becomes testy again and taps his leg against the floor - which Mel notices and gives him a stern look.

“Sorry.” He mumbles then lays his head back on the sofa with a sigh. “Guess I underestimated my strength to manage without my moon.”

“Oh, that’s sweet, Joel.” Melinda babbles with a cheery tone. The woman blushes on your behalf, feeling the love and sentiment that Joel has for you. She simply loves love and it’s been nothing but pleasure watching you and Joel come together. Despite being natural enemies. That comment made the woman laugh when the Miller brothers explained everything and how you came to know the secret with all of your investigation work.

She can’t lie that it took her by surprise and even scared her a little to find out about Tommy and Joel, but she had known the pair for years now and those little fears quickly subsided. It's what's on the inside that counts and she knows that they’re good men inside and out, however for as long as she has known Joel Miller, she has never seen the man so worked up like this before. Melinda can see how much he physically misses you being around. You provide more for that man than he even knows, but Mel thinks he is beginning to see that.

When the clock passes midnight, she watches as Joel shakes his head with closed eyes and tries to reassure him. “Maybe Y/N just needs more time. You could stay the night again, if you like?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t Mel.” The man shakes his head, feeling like a burden. “You’ve already provided so much for me these last coup’la of days. It’ll be okay, I’ll wait another half hour and if nothin’ changes, then I’ll head home.”

“Are you sure?” She asks, expressing again that it really was no big deal, but Joel assures that it was okay. Assuming that you do need more time, it would make sense considering you used up some energy to visit him. He doesn’t regret what happened that morning, not for a second, but he regrets adding more time into that prison cell you were encased in.

As more and more time passes with no show from you, Joel had enough of waiting around and figured it would be best to head home. You promised you’d come see him right away anyways, and besides, it’s getting late so Mel would probably be heading to bed soon. That is if Joel hadn’t kept her up.

“I’m gonna head home.” Joel says, standing up from the sofa. Mel stood too and he pulled the woman in for a brief hug. “Thank you for having me, Mel. I appreciate it a lot-” Pulling back, he cuts her off before the words could spill from her mouth. “I know, I know, I don’t need to thank you, but I wanted to nonetheless.”

“Well, I thank you too.” Mel accepts his gratitude instead of telling him there was no need to thank her. Walking him towards her door, she waves him goodbye as he walks down the steps then closes the door. Alright, sweet. He’s on his way to you. She says with her inner voice, knowing that you are waiting for him.

Thank you, Mel. You’re the best. You say, practically giggling with mischief. I made a promise to Joel, but I’ll come see you tomorrow. First thing in the morning, okay?

Okay, see you soon. The woman beams, missing the sight of your face too, but she knows that Joel has missed you so much more and needed to see you first. She understood. As Mel got ready for bed, you were at the bottom of Joel’s stairs waiting for him to get home. You planned to surprise him right from the start and it was only a half hour that you got out of the curing mold. Feeling like a new woman, you could feel the power radiating off you and plan to use it for good things, but right now, Joel is your priority.

The man you love is your priority.

As the door clicks open, you struggle to remain still as Joel enters with his head hung low. He didn’t even notice you, he was brooding about you not showing up. Smiling as he locks the door, kicks off his shoes then removes his jacket, he finally turns and his mouth falls open. “Y/N?” He asks, not knowing for certain if you were really here or not.

“Yes, handsome. I'm here - really here.” You giggle. Standing up and straightening your back, Joel looked up and down your body in awe. You were wearing a dress. A white dress, elegant and sexy, hugging your figure in all the right places with a tiara made of flowers around your head. He couldn’t stop staring. Like seeing you for the very first time and falling in love all over again, the man simply couldn’t get enough of the sight of you.

“These are what my ancestors would wear to represent the beauty of a moon goddess.” You smile, finally taking his eyes away from your body as he looks at your face. “I thought it would be fitting to wear them as I take you on a little tour.” Tilting his head with confusion, Joel sees the two bags packed by your feet and wonders what you have planned. Excitement floods his body and that smile of yours screams surprise. “I want to take you away from here for twenty four hours, on an adventure where I can show you everything that I learned. Only if you’d like to, of course?” You ask, to which Joel strides across the floor and takes you in his arms with a heated kiss.

“Yes.” He mumbles into your mouth. “Yes. I’d love to, babydoll.”

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 6

tags: @eroticaplush

Warnings: jealous reader, swearing, implied sex reference,

AN: we’ve seen jealous Dan so let’s see jealous reader! Got the idea from last weeks episode with abbies mom. Tonight’s was fun but no real ideas. Just a few fun quotes I could use. Enjoy. And yes I know I still have Steve and chucky to post. The series I’ll work backwards and might take some time.

the next day, I drove Dan to his house then the courthouse. Walking in, I snickered at gurgs and Olivia nursing hangovers.

“That bad huh?” I teased as I sat down. Neil groaned as he sat down on the other side of the table. “Yeah it’s that bad.” I laughed, turning towards Dan. “What’s on the docket tonight Neil?” He flipped through the pile of folders he had in his case slowly.

“A werewolf, some vampires and abbies mother.” I coughed and looked at everyone surprised.

“she came down here?” I asked, my voice rising up slightly. Neil nodded. “This should be interesting.” Dan nodded as he sat down.

“It’s a blood moon tonight.” He mused. “Anything can happen.” Nodding in agreement, I slowly sipped my drink. Abbie walked in, chipper and oblivious about what was going to happen tonight. She ushered us into the courtroom and got us started. Before long Neil, brought in her mom. I sat down next to Dan and smiled softly at him as he took my hand. “She’s happy despite the surprise.” I nodded as I leaned against him.

“Sometimes surprises are good dan.” I chuckled. “Like us. That was a good surprise.” Dan hummed as he kissed my head.

“That is a very good surprise.” He agreed, leaning over and giving me a proper kiss. He leaned his head against mine briefly after he pulled away. Abbie and her mom left the courtroom, causing Dan and i to follow them to her chambers. Dans eyes widened briefly as Abbie introduced the two of them. I watched them confused but quickly put it out of my mind when Abbie turned to me.

“And this is (Y/N). They’re one of the other court clerks.” I stepped forward and shook her moms hand.

“I’m Gina.” She said when Abbie didn’t introduce her.

“And they are dans partner.” Abbie almost cut off her mom. I blushed at the words and quickly let go of her moms hand. “Wait are we saying you two are together or…” Abbie broke off and I sat down on the couch.

“No no partners is great.” Dan forced out. I watched him curiously as he grew more and more nervous. I furrowed my eyebrows and gently rubbed my hands together. Something wasn’t right.

“Um would anyone be able to show me where the restroom is?” Abbie opened her mouth but Dan beat her to it.

“I will.” He said a little too loud. He winced as Gina followed him out of the room. Gurgs and Olivia shared a look. They headed back into the courtroom and I followed them. A few moments later, gurgs asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Is it just me or is there something more between those two?” I swallowed thickly and Olivia hesitantly put her hand on my arm.

“it would appear so.” I mumbled. Both looked at me sympathetically. “I mean we all know Dans reputation.” Looking between them, I tried to rationalize what we had seen. “Someone he knew was bound to come through at some point.” I shrugged helplessly. “Right?” Gurgs shared another look with Olivia.

“I mean Dan did tell me he was a male stripper at one point.” Gurgs revealed. “I guess it isn’t too hard to imagine.” I blinked at her in surprise.

“I’m sorry. Did you say Dan was…” Dan walked into the courtroom and froze.

“Dan was what?” He asked, looking at each of us in turn. His eyes settled on me and I couldn’t help but blush.

“awful friendly with abbies mom.” Gurgs offered. I winced and looked away from him.

“Alright yes. I know abbies mom. But you can’t tell Abbie. It’s Gina’s place to tell her. Not mine.” Dan explained. “Now can we just get through the rest of the night?” Dan came over and wrapped his arm around me. “Please?” Looking up into his eyes, I could see him practically pleading with me to agree. Sighing, I nodded.

“yeah.” Wrapping my arm around his waist, I followed his lead out of the courtroom. “I need a hot chocolate.” Dan chuckled, heading towards the cafeteria.

“actually, let’s head to the archives. We need to talk.” Once we paid for our drinks, Dan lead me downstairs. “Abbie will text us if she needs us.” He assured me when I hesitated at the stairs. Settling in, Dan sighed and looked at me wearily. “You have every right to be jealous.” He started.

“who said I was jealous?” I asked. I played with the hem of my shirt. “Cuz I’m not.” Dan chuckled before moving over to where I was leaning against a desk. He cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead.

“Of course you’re not.” He smiled down at me. “I’m just saying with everything that I’ve done, you have every right to be jealous. But not of gina. Because I’m telling you now nothing happened between us.” I sighed and tried to lower my head but Dan held it up. “I can’t tell you. That’s Gina’s responsibility and then abbies if she chooses to. But I’m promising you whatever you think happened didn’t.” Nodding as much as I could, I pushed down any feeling so had towards gina.

“I trust you.” I whispered, reaching up and wrapping my fingers around his wrists. “I may not fully believe it but I respect you. I respect that you are leaving it up to Abbie. And Gina.” I squeezed his wrists gently as his expression subtly shifted towards being aggravated with me. “I trust you dan.” Leaning up, I kissed him. “Just like you trusted me at the bar.” Dan nodded and sighed in relief. “Let’s head back up.” I said as my phone buzzed in my pocket. Dan didn’t let go of my face.

“just a minute more please.” He breathed out. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him as he shifted to hug me. “Just a minute.” He buried his face in my hair and I breathed in his scent.

“Dan, Abbie might send a search party for us. We need to go.” Pulling away, he nodded. We headed back up to the courtroom. When we entered, Olivia was holding up her binga card. “Binga! Criminal hugs judge! Hell yeah!” I looked up at dan and he hung his head.

“Dammit.” He muttered as he walked back to his seat. I followed him and sat down next to him.

“Wait. Abbies mom is a criminal? I just thought she had mind blowingly good sex with dan.” Dans head shot up and he stared at gurgs.

“Where would you get that?” He asked. “I just made it perfectly clearing I was trying to get her in handcuffs.” Dan trailed off and looked at me. I had a small smile on my face and reached over to squeeze his arm. “Oh yeah. now I hear it.” He nodded and smiled sympathetically at me.

“Dan!” I exclaimed. “That’s how I find out you’re into that sort of thing?” I whispered harshly. He blushed and turned away from me. Abbie and her mom left the courtroom to talk in her chambers. “Should we leave them to it?” I asked softly. Dan nodded and started to pack up his things. I waited for him before heading towards the parking lot.

“I’ll follow you to your place.” He said, holding my door open and leaning in slightly. “You can grab some overnight stuff and we can go to mine. How does that sound?” I hummed in response.

“Sounds good. Maybe you can tell me what actually happened between you and Gina?” I asked. I wasn’t jealous of her anymore but I was still curious as to what had happened.

“Like I said. That’s abbies call.” He said. “But I’m sure I can find a pair of handcuffs we can use.” I blushed and Dan laughed. He leaned further into the car to kiss me. “See you there.” I smiled at him and nodded.

“See you there.”

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Sorry I forgot to mention I love the way you did your blog, it’s so Cutesy. It definitely fits with your bubbly and cute personality :). The shade of pink goes well with your profile pic ❤️. Okay after talking to you I think I’m to switch a bit of Joe’s personality, to fit the narrative. A bit of background, he gets attached very quickly. Anything that he finds pleasure in whether it be food, a certain person, etc, he would overwhelm himself with this very thing until he gets sick of it (the only two times that hadn’t ended like this was with Mr. B and y/n). Even once a prostitute suggested that Mr. B need to take him into therapy with her words being “get him a mother or something, I don’t fucking care. That right there is a case” (he asked her to cuddle and gently rub/pat/run her fingers through his head until he fell asleep, gentle & sensual kissing/rubbing over the clothes,etc). He’s a bit of a player without meaning to, he would love bomb a woman but then drop her like a hot pocket. He has a unserious personality so a lot of ppl underestimate him at first, and even when he was a teenager against grown men (they thought “yeah I can take this punk”), it would always be to his favor but also his downfall. The most important ppl in his life can sometimes underestimate him too :( like you said! She would see him and think “hey he’s like a player and probably wouldn’t want to settle down any time soon, let me proposition him”. He’s know around town to be very popular with the ladies. He was going to help her out with her farm situation that was until she asked him to marry her…. I see him not letting her out of the house and controlling what she wears because in his mind “this is what a husband does, this is how I can provide for my wife”, in his mind they are love each other more than anyone else (“that’s why we got married”) so why would she want to be anywhere but next to him or under him 😏 . If y/n ever made him jealous on purpose he would sulky like a child and give her the cold treatment and until she overwhelm him with her affection and love. However if he sees her getting along with another man, he displayed his obvious bad mood and make it everyone’s problem. He would totally turn into a pick me girl, with “hey do you even know how to shoot a gun? Why would you get married more, when you can’t even protect yourself”, “yeah I heard you were in a bad financial situation, if you need money I happy to help you out a tough spot 😊(😈)”, he would degrade the other guy in what seems to be “jokes”, would playfully challenge him to make himself on top and humiliated him. Of course y/n would see this and call him out or just get up and leave, he would get upset she isn’t fawning over him like the other women, gets even angrier. But if another person tries to make him jealous???? Yeah no. No more joking. Very serious. He become this sadistic prick. “Awww does that hurt? Here let me help you” (proceed to make it worse). He’s a very petty and childish person, feeling like he has to return anything that was given to him. You made him feel bad, well he can make you feel worse. Idk why but every time I talk to you, you provide this new wave of ideas and thoughts, and it makes whatever I was thinking the first time better. You make everything so much fun? I’m so grateful I stumbled upon your blog. I remember when I was getting my hair done by my mom and just thinking “hey! To past some time let’s see anyone made yandere werewolf x reader” and yours were the first thing that popped up, but I saw the 18+ and was “yeah. Can’t read this with my mom looking over my shoulder 👀 “. But when I read it later I fell in love. Then I read about the crazy king and the butcher/hunter guy was what set the deal for me. I was thinking to myself, “this person here is such a good writer and will contribute on to be a better one. I want to be here for all of it!”. It also inspired me to put out little drabbles of my own ocs. What I’m trying to say is thank you for existing, out of all my online friends you’re my favorite 😍.

Thank you so much!!! I still want to change my header but I love my little profile pic.

Ooooo I'm excited! I really like that idea of him getting attached and then getting sick of something, even to the point of like hating it, that is so cool! Aww, that is a really nice detail to show how much he loved Mr B and the reader. Hehehe I like that thought of him just wanting to be held and the lady is like what the actual is happening right now. Player Joseph! That makes a lot of sense! It ties back into his obsessive personality where is loves something to the point of dislike. I bet every time he met a woman he was telling Mr B he found the one and that this time it was for real, but it wasn't. I think maybe Mr B would be so surprised to see him staying with the reader but so happy, so happy in fact he overlooks how strict and possessive he is with her.

Yeah! I love the idea that she really thought he wouldn't want to stay in the marriage and I bet he got so upset when she kept trying to get a divorce. And yes!!!! Why wouldn't she think that, he's known for being a player so, of course, she would be thinking that he would take the payment and just leave, I think it would be cool if she even told him he didn't have to be loyal and could sleep around cause it wasn't a true marriage but as soon as that ring is on his finger he ignores every lady that comes up to him in comical ways like he overly mentions his wife even if the lady is just asking him for directions.

"Do you know where the sheriff's office is?"

"Ahhhh... my wife, who is a very beautiful woman, is calling me, I have to go to my wife" and then he just turns away

Up to you though!!

Very old-school husband, I can totally see that, especially in this time period. I love love love men (fictional) who think their entire job is to provide for their wife. Always buying them stuff, always doing the hard work around the house, always wanting to give them the best, it's even better when they take their wife shopping or bring heaps of clothes home and ask for a fashion show. I love it!

Yes! Grumpy, jealous, man! My favourite. I love the idea of him having a tantrum and reader just gets so sick of it that they have to shower him in love to end his bad mood. And if he's jealous? He's snapping at everyone and almost causing bar fights.

Him planning this elaborate way of getting readers to marry him under the guise of helping the reader out, Love it! OH ! I love the idea of him casually bullying the man who is making him jealous, pretending it's just friendly banter but he's humiliating him in front of everyone and most importantly you.

Oh yeah!! He would be so used to women just falling on their knees for him that he would be so confused why the reader isn't doing it.

I really like the personality you have built for him, it all fits together really well and you get to know him very personally. You should be so proud! You've done so well and I love it.

I like the whole pettiness of his personality and I love the idea that he thinks he's being far when he punishes someone. So like they might of said something really nasty to you so he just takes their tongue, its fair right? Or they lay a hand on you, so the hand is no longer attached to their body, it's a fitting punishment.

Thank you!!! I love talking to you too! You have such a vivid imagination and you have such a great way of thinking! You make everything so fun as well!!! I still remember how happy I was when you sent through the first ask I was so happy with my work because someone told me they liked it. I don't see myself as a 'writer' as such, I have always wanted to write a novel when I was a kid but really don't have the patience to do it, but I said what the hell and started writing small stuff even if it was just for me. The mad king was the first piece of writing I have done since high school. I have always liked writing whether it be for essays or fictional work in a school so I thought why not do it for myself. That's why all my OCs are heavily based on my own preferences :D

I am so grateful you did too!!!! AHHH! It must have been fate! Haha, I do that all the time when I'm back home with my parents as well :D Thank you so much!!!! You make me feel so confident in my writing and if I didn't have lectures, study and assignments to do I would continue all of my OCs series (maybe not the Viking guy, but he's like my second most liked piece of work besides Alwyn so maybe I will) cause I am so excited to continue the story, especially Eli! Eli is the reason I wanted to start writing and he is very much my baby it kinda stresses me out I haven't written the second piece of work yet for him. Thank you so much!!!! I probably would have lost motivation to write if it hadn't been for you and all your reblogs!!!!! You def have motivated me in the beginning (which is always the hardest time for a writer) and now I'm a lot more confident in my writing! So thank you so much! AHHHHHH! PLease do!!!!! Have you posted them yet? I sometimes go through people's blogs to see what they're up to (not in a stalker way), I might have missed them though, but if you're in the process of writing I am soooooooooo excited!!!! Please tell me when they are out!!! I'm shaking right now! Thank you for existing as well and I love talking to you as well! You are definitely my favourite as well!!!! <3 <3 <3

Lots of love mae xx

#autumn :)#yandere x reader #yandere #oc #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #female reader #mae answers #autumn's oc

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The Wild Side Of Me Chapter 19

More days has passed. Tolys felt much much better than before. Although, he still hasn’t regained all of his strengths. Despite being able to walk on his own without any support or doing other stuff, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t transform into his werewolf form. But he could still use his werewolf abilities though. They still worked even after that time when a lot of Tolys’s energy was drained out of him. But the fact that the Lithuanian was weaken after the whole experience, it caused those abilities to malfunction in some moments. Once when he and Alfred were sitting in their room while Alice with Feliks’s help was making dinner, Tolys tried to smell out and guess what was being cooked, only to feel nothing at all. Or when he was left alone in the house for a moment and heard the door opening, he tried to hear out if it was Alfred, only to realize that he couldn’t make out the words or the voice clearly. Luckily now, the werewolf’s abilities got back to functioning normally, which made him happy. As for Alfred, he was glad to see his boyfriend slowly getting back on his feet. Same for their friends as well. It was one of those sunny days, so Alfred decided to have a small romantic picnic with Tolys in Alice’s and Feliks’s garden. They took a blanket and some food and drinks and went outside. To their surprise, the garden was decorated with many beautiful flowers and some plants in general, which they would never expect from their friends to actually have. They just never seemed like the type of people to be invested on working on plants. "This place is really nice." said the Lithuanian. "Agreed. Feliks and Alice really have put a lot of thoughts into it." answered the American. "You know, maybe one day you and I will have our own beautiful garden like this." said Tolys. Alfred looked at him with a small smug on his face:"Oh, I definitely like that idea." The two started eating their food and drinking their drinks as they were chatting. Then they both looked each other in the eyes and a moment later start it giggling. "Tolys you bastard, you made me laugh." said the American. "Oh, really? I was actually going to say the same thing." answered the Lithuanian. "Gosh, could you be serious for once?" asked Alfred still giggling. At that moment, Tolys got on top of Alfred, pinning him down, his hands above his head. The giggles stopped. "Is this what you meant by serious?" he asked, with a cunning smile on his face. Alfred’s face was now deeply red:"Oh, I see how it is. Is this some sorts of “Revenge”, for what happened some days ago?" A chuckle escaped Tolys’s mouth:"Maybe I shall answer that question perhaps." Then he leaned toward his boyfriend and started kissing his lips passionately. The American returned that kiss as well. This kiss started to get longer. The Lithuanian slowly started to let go of his boyfriend’s hands, as they kept on kissing, until they got interrupted. "Having fun, you two?" asked a voice. They turned around to see Feliks and Alice, along with Arthur and Francis. "Oh, guys. Well, you kind of ruined the moment for us." said Alfred. "We’re sorry about that, but there is something we need to talk to you two about." answered Arthur. "Alright" escaped the Lithuanian’s mouth, as he and his boyfriend got up. Everyone went inside the house and took their sits on the sofa. "So, what’s the thing you wanted to talk about it?" asked the American. "You see, Arthur has been doing some research, and he found a way to help Tolys get back some of his strengths a bit faster." answered Francis. "Oh, what is it?" asked Alice. "Well, I will be needing some ingredients in order to make a potion out of it. I have the most of them. I’m only missing just two of them. Some magical herbs, that I can easily buy at any sorcerer store. And get some fresh mushrooms, from a forest. Someone wants to come help me, picking up the mushrooms?" explained the British. "You know very well that I’m always happy to help you out, mon amour." answered the French man.

"I’m going as well. After all, Tolys is my boyfriend and I promised him to help him out the best I can." answered the American. "So, if Alfred’s going with you two, this means we will have to take care of Tolys at his place." said Feliks. Alfred looked at his friends:"I’m sure you can do it. I have my faith in you dudes." "Wait a moment" escaped Tolys’s mouth. Everyone looked at him:"I wanna go too as well. I’m feeling much better now. And true, maybe I still haven’t regained all of my strength but I’m sure I could be helpful as well." "Is really nice of you to propose helping us, but I think the three of us is enough. Besides, you should still rest for a bit." said Arthur. "Is fine really. Is not like I’m made of glass. I can protect myself if needed, without being in my werewolf form. And is not like someone’s gonna see me, right?" said the Lithuanian as he start it to protest. "I think Arthur’s right. You still haven’t recovered yet. It would be in your best interests to stay and keep resting." said the American. "But… what if you get hurt? I don’t want anything bad happening to you, dear." answered Tolys, grabbing his boyfriend’s waist. Alfred looked at him and genuinely smiled:"Is this the reason you want to go so badly? Is not just about getting the ingredients, but also about wanting to be there and protect me in case something would happened. Am I right?" Small squealing noise came out of the werewolf. "Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You know that I’m not completely defenseless and I can protect myself. Beside, I won’t be alone. With Arthur and Francis we will have each other’s back. Not to mention that one of us is a sorcerer. But to be honest, I think it will be just a safe walk around the forest and looking for fresh mushrooms." he continued, trying to calm down his lover’s worries. In the end, they managed to convince Tolys to stay home, while they go get one of the ingredients. They departed at the evening. Francis drove the car, while Arthur explained to Alfred what kind of mushrooms they’re looking for. He told him that they need to look for the chanterelles. Once when they arrived, they immediately start it looking around the forest for what they required. Lucky for the three men, there were lots of chanterelles. When they were done with picking up the mushrooms and we’re about to leave, they got attacked by something. It was really dark, so it was a bit hard to make out what it was. "What is this thing?" escaped the French’s mouth. "I don’t know honey, but we’ll find out soon." answered the British and used a spell to hit the unknown creature. As it got hit, all three took a few step closer to check what are they dealing with. Shock took over as they realized at what they were looking at. "Is… a werewolf?" asked Alfred. The beast quickly got up and was about to strike again, but Arthur cast it a shield to protect all of them. "This must be one of these wild werewolves. There is no way he leaves us alone peacefully. We will have to fight. I’ll drop the shield, once you both are ready." he said. "Alright, I’m ready mon cher." answered Francis. "I’m ready too" escaped Alfred’s mouth. The British dropped the shield and a fight began. Everything was going well, until Arthur got hit and lost consciousness. "Arthur!" shout it Francis and Alfred in the same time. The werewolf rushed at Alfred next. "Alfred, watch out!" shout it the French Man. The American barely had time to react. Before the beast could get Alfred, something or rather someone was faster and saved him. He opened his eyes, to see Tolys holding him in his arms. "Tolys?" escaped from Alfred’s mouth. The Lithuanian let go of his lover and faced the beast:"Leave my boyfriend alone." The other werewolf growled and started attacking Tolys. "Francis, take care of Arthur. I’ll help Tolys out." shout the American and went up to help his boyfriend. The Lithuanian despite not being at his full strengths, dealt with the wild beast pretty well. However the other werewolf was faster and send him flying, making him hit a tree really hard.

The wild beast approched Tolys and was about to strike again, when it got hit with a small tree branch in the head from behind. "Hey ugly, is me that you wanted to attack earlier! So, come and catch me!" yelled the American, distracting the beast away from the Lithuanian. He threw another small branch, provoking the werewolf even more and then he started to run away. The beast chased after him. "This should buy Tolys enough time. How did he even get here? Weren’t Alice and Feliks supposed to take care of him?" thought Alfred. After a moment, the werewolf caught up and jumped in front of him. Alfred fell to the ground, backing away from the wild creature. The werewolf was about to attack. Alfred closed his eyes, as he expected to get hit. Oddly enough, he felt nothing. He opened his eyes. What he saw made his eyes widen. Tolys was in front of him, back turned to the other werewolf, his arms stretched to the sides in order to shield him from the creature. The werewolf was about to attack again when suddenly it fell to the ground, losing consciousness. "What the hell happened?" asked Alfred. "Phew, what a mess." he heard from behind. He turned around to see Francis along with Arthur holding a wand. "What did you do?" asked the American. "Beside casting a sleeping spell on the werewolf, nothing at all." answered the British. All of the sudden, Tolys fell into Alfred’s arms. "Honey, what’s wrong?" asked the American and noticed a not so small injury on his boyfriend’s back that was bleeding. "Shit, we need to take care of this. Quickly!" escaped Alfred’s mouth. Arthur rushed at their side and took care of the injury, using a healing spell:"That should be enough, but I advice to check it once we’re back at the house, just in case." Once they got back to Feliks’s and Alice’s house, Alfred took Tolys immediately to their shared room and looked over his back. There was no sign of blood, however there were scars instead. Tolys looked at Alfred to see a shocked face. "Is it really that bad?" he asked. "No, of course not." answered the American and placed a kiss on his lover’s cheek. "I’m thankful that you saved me back there, but still why did you come when you were supposed to rest?" he asked.

The Lithuanian let his head down:"I just couldn’t bare the thought of you possibly getting hurt again. I mean, I knew you were safe with Arthur and Francis but I couldn’t help it, but worry." Alfred hugged him from behind:"Oh Tolys, you shouldn’t have." Suddenly, their friends came into the room. "We’re really sorry about letting Tolys out. We didn’t even know when exactly he got out." said Alice. "Yeah, we just turned away for a few seconds when going to make some food in the kitchen, and when we got back he was like totally already gone." answered Feliks. "Is okay, guys. Don’t apologize." said Alfred. "Alright, now only the last ingredient left. I will wake up early tomorrow in order to get it. Once I have everything, I will immediately start making the potion. That’s a promise." answered Arthur. "Thank you very much for helping out with the whole situation. I couldn’t ask for better friends than you guys. I just wish I didn’t blindly believe Gilbert like that." said the Lithuanian. "Don’t worry about it. Everyone makes mistakes and can be wrong about anything. That’s what makes us strong and helps us learn." said the French, comforting his friend. After Arthur and Francis left, Alice and Feliks chatted with the boys for a bit and then went to sleep. However, Alfred and Tolys couldn’t fall asleep. They kept on talking and goofing around with each other, until a moment of silence accrued between them as Tolys got deep into his thoughts for a moment. "Honey, are you alright?" asked the American. "Oh, yes. Yes I’m okay. I was just thinking… I’m a kinda ashamed to ask about it since I’be never done it before." answered the Lithuanian. "You can go ahead. Whatever it is I won’t juge. Unless you don’t want to and don’t feel comfortable." said Alfred. "No, I want to tell you. Is just, i’m embarrassed about it." answered Tolys as small blushes appeared on his face. "Alright" said Alfred. Another small moment of silence, then Tolys start it talking:"I wanted to ask if you would like to and be okay with having sex with me…" Alfred smiled:"Of course. I would love to. But why are you feeling embarrassed about it?" "The thing is… I never had sex before. I don’t have the experience and don’t know what it is like. Alright, is true that I once had a girlfriend, but we never got the chance since things got really tense between us, and we broke up." answered Tolys. "I have an idea. How about I start, to show you how it feels like and also to pleasure you for a bit. And then we switch and I let you dominate? I promise I’ll be gentle." said Alfred. "Okay" nod the Lithuanian. The two men undressed until they were completely naked. Alfred got on top of his boyfriend and started of by kissing him passionately. It got wilder later when he start it touching some of his body parts, making Tolys moan in pleasure. When Alfred was done, it was the Lithuanian’s turn. As for his first time, it wasn’t so bad. Afterwords, they ended up laying next to each other, all naked but covered by the blanket. "Ha… It was great… ha… wasn’t it?" asked Alfred. "Yes…ha…it felt amazing as for my first time…ha…" answered Tolys. After conversing with each other, they fell asleep.

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jkrockin · 1 year

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ao3 wrapped ALL BITCH

oh my friend, you are a reliable source of "wanting to know shit", as always.

How many words have you written this year?

I have put 48,376 words on AO3! How many have I written? Trickier to calculate, but there’s about 50k in my mountain of drafts, approximately 30k of which I wrote this year but haven’t finished.

How many works did you publish this year?

Nine!

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Fairly recent, but I’m really happy with the strangerthings werewolf thing I turned out for a Halloween exchange.

What work of yours has the most hits?

From 2022, it’s the Steve/Eddie thing where they go to a Judas Priest show.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I’m always a little surprised when stuff gets feedback at all, since I loathe doing promo and that’s basically how you get words in front of eyeballs, but I was delighted with how my Fitzjames/Goodsir fic about jerking off was received.

Favorite title you used

“heart into a glacier”. What better choice is there for a double drabble about a hairy old man confronting the inevitability of death in the ice than Kim Petras lyrics?

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I exclusively use song lyrics (or poetry), and the only artist I used twice was Paul Kelly (on my werewolf fics), so I guess him!

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

It’s Steve/Eddie strangerthings, at a current total of 4 fics!

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Shocked and appalled to report that I only wrote ONE Crozier/Fitzjames fic this year, but I think it’s still them.

What work was the quickest to write?

Also “heart into a glacier”, which I knocked out in about three hours (that’s how long it usually takes me to write 200 words tbh)

What work took you the longest to write?

This year's Dear God, Jenn, Speed Up award goes to “a sense cannot be described” (the Fitzjames/Goodsir jerkoff fic), which according to my tracking spreadsheet I started writing in December 2020 and finished in February 2022.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Let’s consult the tracking spreadsheet again! In the in-progress tabs, there are 24 WIPs, though one of those is for an exchange due later this month.

What’s your longest work of the year?

Judas Priest thing ("you gotta get a reaction") again!

What’s your shortest work of the year?

“heart into a glacier” again!

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

This is the same question as question 12.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

“Anal Sex”! 🎉

Your favorite character to write this year?

It’s my BOYYYYYYY Eddie Munson, blorbo of my heart (or at least of my year, since, like, April)

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Annoyingly I do struggle a bit with my other boyyyyy Steve Harrington’s voice. This is annoying because I keep having ideas where he’s the best POV character, and a witch cursed me to only write in close third-person single POV.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

*glances at my 12 Steve/Eddie WIPs* uh.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I actually don’t re-read my own work much, though I have no issue with those who do. Probably “you gotta get a reaction” again, since I broke my own rules and started posting before I was done writing, and I had to re-read the first chapter to get back into the flow.

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

2,329.

Which work has the most comments?

Also “you gotta get a reaction”.

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Nope! I still have yet to actually collaborate on something and end up finishing it.

Did you write any gifts this year?

I only did two exchanges this year— the Fruity Four Cocktail Hour discord’s Halloween mixer (the werewolf thing) and Fall Fitzier exchange (this coworkers-who-hate-each-other on a blind date thing https://archiveofourown.org/works/43300659 ), and I guess you could count heart into a glacier again as a gift for TUUNBAQ WITH A GUN.

Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! I thoroughly enjoyed my monster-hunter gift from Halloween, and the incomparable Kit wrote me this excellent Arctic no-nut November fic for Fitziermas!

What’s your most common category?

M/M. Writing women without getting in my fat dyke feelings is hard.

What do you listen to while writing?

I listen to a lot of synthwave and study beats when I’m trying to concentrate. Timecop1983, Mort Garson, Extrawelt, Kavinsky, Louie Zong, Dance With the Dead, kind of thing.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Uhhhhhhh this is always a toughie, I like everything I wrote! I wouldn’t have shown them to anyone else if I didn’t! I’m going to give it to my Fall Fitzier Exchange work, “pass a lucky penny by” (link at no. 24) which I struggled with but ended up happy with.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I said a whole wanky thing about taking stuff out of context earlier but I quite liked this opening paragraph, from the Little/Crozier dream sex thing from Rarepair Week:

Most of Edward’s dreams, when he remembers them, are hazy, more sound and colour than anything else. Sometimes he has place-dreams of his parent’s house, searching cellar to attic for the sounds of his mother or his sisters’ voices, always a room away; sometimes, he dreams of being back aboard ships he had served on, adrift on a featureless imaginary sea.

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

How fast I can get blorbo brainworms, I think? I’d started writing Eddie stuff like halfway through watching s4 and had a pile of concepts together by the time part 2 dropped, and my Spotify is just RUINED with 80’s metal.

#ask me ask me ask me #every meme and every youyou #boogerwookiesugarcookie

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pastelwitchling · 2 years

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The Wolf King chapter 5 teaser.

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Jack had no idea how tired he really was until he woke a moment later to knocking on his door. He groaned under his breath, turning his face into the carpet. Instead of bathing and changing, he’d simply pulled his coat and scarf on, tucked his blanket back in with his other things, and fallen asleep with his satchel in his arms, curled up on the floor before the fire.

He pushed himself up slowly as the person knocking said, “Mr. Hunter, may I come in?”

Jack squinted groggily at the door half a second longer before Mira’s words from earlier came back to him.

“Are you a werewolf, too?”

“Of course. We all are.”

“Mr. Hunter?”

The voice was a man’s. Steady, but not threatening. Jack swallowed and stood as the man asked again if he could come in.

“Come in,” he managed without breaking his words.

The doors opened and a tall, lanky man walked in. He had pitch black hair that was curled back perfectly, wore a violet vest over a white button-down shirt, his nails were painted black, and a single, silver fang earring hung from a pointy ear.

He looked around until his amethyst eyes settled on Jack, then he blinked once, slowly. “You look awful,” he said in a British accent, and strode up to Jack. They were the same height, but maybe it was the way this guy held himself that made him feel taller.

The man plucked Jack’s coat and scarf. “So glad I spent an hour scrubbing at these. Really, sir, blood is hard enough to get out the first time!” He rolled his eyes, turning away. “Well, we’re not taking you to breakfast with the king looking like that, are we? Hurry along now, sir, I’ll run the bath and you can –”

“I’m not taking a bath,” Jack said, if only to get him to slow down. “And I’m not wearing any of his clothes either.”

“Nonsense, sir,” the man said indignantly. “I can’t possibly let you go downstairs with –”

“And don’t call me ‘sir,’” he said, then in an afterthought, “please.”

“Then what should I call you?” he demanded.

“Jack. Jack Hunter. That’s my name. What’s yours?”

The man blinked, caught off guard. Had he not expected Jack to ask for his name?

“Er . . .” his shoulders fell. “Everett Mallow.” He raised his chin. “I’m the one that told His Majesty you’d probably want your own room. He wasn’t really happy about it, but I managed to convince him.”

“Nice to meet you, Everett,” Jack said with a sigh, sitting down on an armchair and rubbing his face. “Too bad it’s not under better circumstances.”

Silence. Then –

“You don’t seem very happy to be here,” Everett noted. He leaned over, hands on his knees as if to get a good look at Jack’s face without coming too close to his ruined clothes again.

“Gee,” Jack said dryly, “what gave you that idea?”

“I don’t understand,” Everett said. “You’ve met your mate, you should be –”

“He’s not my mate,” Jack cut him off through gritted teeth. “And I’m not going downstairs. I won’t eat with my own kidnapper, I’d rather starve first.”

“Kidnapper?” Everett demanded. “Goodness, you really don’t know anything about this world, do you?”

Jack looked up. “Excuse me?”

But Everett was already bustling around, pulling airy shirts and velvet pants out of the closet as he said, “You are the Wolf King’s mate. Do you understand the danger you’re in outside Crowswood? Outside these very walls, in fact?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Stop it, okay? I’ve lived my entire life without even hearing about Crowswood, and I’ve been safe –”

“Until the stars deemed you King Tiberius’s mate.” Everett set the clothes on his bed with a sigh. “Let me guess. You heard about our wicked little town a few months ago, and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it?”

Jack blinked. “I –”

“And you’ve felt something pulling you in,” he continued. “Not just to Crowswood, but to the forest specifically?”

He sat up. “How’d you know all of that?”

“Because it’s how they all come in,” Everett said. “It’s how I got here.”

“You’re from the outside?” Jack gaped.

“Relatively,” Everett sighed. “I’m an elf. My home was once in the snowy mountains beyond this forest, and now it’s here. We all feel a pull to our mates, and they feel a pull to us.”

Jack stared. “You’re . . . an elf.”

“No,” he said testily, clutching small jars of herbs that he’d pulled out from a cabinet drawer. “I just have a funny deformity in my ears, and how many men do you know with purple eyes? Honestly.”

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Chapters 4, 5, and 6 will hopefully go up tomorrow morning. Thank you so much to everyone who’s already read the first three chapters, and a special thank you to the commenters. I can’t tell you what that means ❤

#the wolf king #gay romance #gay love #werewolves #gay story

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 10 months

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Sky Twizzlers - Chapter 25b

*Warning Adult Content*

Babies? - Part 2 - Aaron

Once it got dark enough for the moon to be visible, we all headed over to the rest of the pack for the run. Aubrey was bouncing around in excitement. He was excited to officially meet my wolf. I was happy to show my mates, too. They'd seen him in passing before but they'd never interacted with him before. I pulled them behind some bushes to get a little more privacy. I quickly realized that this would put more pressure on me but I pushed the thought aside for now.

"Um, can you please turn around a second?"

“Of course," Evander agreed and they both turned around.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and shifted. After shaking out my coat, I stepped forward and nudged Aubrey's hand. He gasped and they both turned around.

"Oh my goodness, you're so pretty," he exclaimed, kneeling in front of me.

My wolf licked his face and he giggled. I felt a hand run through my fur and I knew it was Evander.

"You're much larger than I thought," he mumbled.

I let out a huff. Well duh? I was a werewolf. And a Beta. We walked around the bush and met up with the other wolves waiting to start. I nudged Aubrey's hand again and prompted him to climb on my back. He climbed on and clung to my fur while Evander walked beside us. We were in the back of the pack because I didn't want to run very fast with Aubrey on me.

When Alpha James signaled the start, we took off. Aubrey squealed from on top of me and clung to my fur tighter. I heard footsteps behind me and Evander was keeping pace with me. I figured he would be able to, being a vampire and all. Whenever I'd jump over a fallen branch or thick tree root, Aubrey would laugh loudly.

Evander had a small smile on his face from what I could tell and it made me happy. They were enjoying themselves. Good. This was an important part of my pack's life, so I wanted them to enjoy it. Something about the wind rushing past me and the gentle sparks of my mate on top of me made this run feel much better than others. More... magical.

The giddy feeling that welled up inside of me urged me to run faster. Alpha James was right yet again. A run was a good idea. A little while later, we arrived back at the lake. By then, I was more than ready to take a dip in the lake and cool down. Aubrey slowly got off me with a crazy grin on his face.

"That was so much fun. It felt like I was flying," he said breathlessly.

I huffed and nudged both their hands. They followed me to the lake and I jumped in. A lot of other pack members were also around, but some were making their way back to the pack house. After paddling around for a bit, I exited the water and shifted. My clothes and a towel were ready for me in the hands of Evander as soon as I pushed my hair out of my eyes.

"Thank you," I said softly and dried off then put my clothes on.

"You're quite beautiful as a wolf," he commented.

I ducked my head down to hide the flush of embarrassment that spread across my cheeks.

"Uh, thank you."

"I wanted to talk to you and Aubrey about something," he said, bringing my attention back to his face.

"Oh? About what?"

"I think we should head back to the room first."

"Alright," I complied, frowning.

What would he need to talk about that had him wanting to go back to the privacy of our room? We walked back to the pack house once we found Aubrey. He was still as bouncy and excited as always. He walked between us, swinging our conjoined hands back and forth. It brought a smile to my face to see him so happy. When we got to our room, I closed the door slowly and looked at Evander.

"Well? What did you want to talk about?"

Evander sat down and hummed thoughtfully.

"I'm not very sure how to bring this up but that conversation your friends had earlier. With the pregnancy."

Oh.

"Yes? What about it?" I asked hesitantly, already afraid of what he would say.

He patted the spot next to him on the bed and I carefully sat down. Aubrey sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. Evander reached out and covered our conjoined hands with one of his own.

"You're a Beta, correct? So, would you not need an heir at some point?"

I swallowed.

"Yes, I will. But, all that means is that my bloodline needs to be carried on."

"I can carry it right?" Aubrey asked.

"You can, I'm sure," I agreed with a nod.

"But, I'm not... you know..." I trailed off awkwardly.

"I'm not going to get you pregnant."

"Yes, that makes sense. Then alternative methods can be done, correct?" Evander asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"He can be artificially inseminated if he wanted that."

"Really? When can we do that?" Aubrey asked with a smile.

"Um, I don't really know," I muttered.

"Maybe in a few years?"

"You're both in your mid-twenties. Do you not feel like you are ready yet? Or is there something more to it?" Evander asked carefully.

I looked down. I didn't want kids if I was being honest. How could I make a good father? I didn't even have...

"Aaron?" Aubrey asked softly.

"Are you okay? You're crying."

What? I blinked and watched as a tear fell from my eye and onto my lap. I was crying. Goddess, why was I crying? I wiped at my eyes with my free hand.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Don't apologize. But, if you don't mind me asking, why are you crying?" Evander asked.

‘I just need to be honest with them.’

"I don't think I would make a good parent. My family... I feel like the way I grew up would make me a horrible father. If I raise a child the way I was raised, I don't think I could live with that."

"What do you mean by that?" Aubrey asked.

"Do you know why you haven't met my family yet?" I asked quietly.

"I never wanted to pry so I never questioned it," Evander answered truthfully.

"Well, it's a long story but I..."

"We have time," Aubrey said.

"Please, tell us if you want to."

"Okay," I whispered, preparing myself.

"I've never really talked about it before. Erin knows, only because we grew up together but I don't even think Wren or Ryder fully understand my family situation."

"We're listening," Evander said.

With a sigh, I gathered up the courage to tell my mates about my family.

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years

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Sadly I haven't seen twd completely i got to nervous at the end of the prison arc lol i need to fix that. I follow the series but i don't know it by heart so I'll need to look up some scenes

I'm very excited to see how you will handle Sirius, Shane is someone who took the chaos and violence of the new world like a fish in the water, he thrived in that dog eats dog environment. And his resemblance to Sirius is just mind-blowing (he was the Bellatrix of the light side)

Remus is tricky, how to translate his werewolf dilema? I mean you are right it has to be dangerous for it to count

He got inyected with walker's blood and became contagious? By Greyback who likes to expirement with the space between human and walker and likes to turn people for funsies

I loved your Lucius!!!! Post apocalypt Lucius has so much potential, he is cunning and has a shit ton self preservation of course he is siding with voldies gang, you mentioned that platonic Snucius may make an appearance? I'm 100% up for it

He could be both the one who introduces him to the group so he can be safe on their side or to pretend he didn't see him when he escaped

Are you still planning to have Spy Severus? I know that can be tricky with Severitus, if that's the case maybe they thought he died in a confrontation (Lucius knows better) ? That's why they don't really suspect they changed sides when he re appears????

Will Narcissa and Draco make an appearance? In that case Draco would be a baby right? It would be great to see how Lucius priorities change with that, i believe he genuinely loved his family so him doing everything that he can to protect his son (and little bro) would be something amazing to see

Is Harry still the Chosen one ? I'm starting to work on my own twd fic ( you inspired me !) I thought on making him inmune (or to be what's needed for the cure, last of us style ) because idk Lily turned while he was still attached to her and for plot reasons Severus unknowingly delivered him in the precise range where he is inmune yet not contagious (idk I'm pulling this out of my ass i have no idea how biology works lol)

Voldie targets him because he wants revenge for Lily and James destroying 3 of his supplies bases (escaped him 3 times ) and because he wants to extinguish all chance of the world going back the way it was before the apocalypse

I am a whore for Severitus so that's a given

But i have no idea what to do with the rest of the characters from Hogwarts, any insight?

Anyways i can't wait to see what you'll do <3

BESTIE YOU STOPPED AT THE PRISON ARC!? Oh lawd

Too early 😖✊🏽

But yes, Sirius is going to be interesting! I’m gonna really bring out the Shane and it’s going to be a shit show. He’s definitely not dying as early as Shane did so we’ll see a lot of him

And I THINK I know what im going to do with Remus. I like the idea and it kinda plays on one of the later seasons character, Gabriel. I like your Greyback idea, you should use that one!

And yes! I love my Lucius as well. I know exactly how I want him to go in this fic. I’m really playing on him being kind of like the governor in a way, which leads me to your question about Cissa and Draco. They will make an appearance just not right away. But Draco and Harry will be the same age.

Yes, I’m still planning on doing spy!Sev. I think it’ll be easy enough. Twd kinda gave an opportunity for Daryls character to join Negans group in a way on s7, and my Voldemort is Negan but with a twist of Alpha, so I’m going to play with that a little bit. (Alpha is by far the craziest enemy they’ve encountered…fr)

And I’m glad I inspired you! That makes me happy. Harry does get targeted but not for any of those reasons, I’m staying realistic to twd for Harry and he’ll be targeted mainly for leverage or revenge on Sevs group (Lily and James will already be king dead by then). And I do plan on him having a Carl moment with Voldemort so he’ll be on their list for that as well.

As for the other characters, I think it would help to watch the show and think about characteristics. Which character from hp would be this character from twd (or if you’re doing another apocalypse show). That’s what I did. Very helpful. I also suggest playing with hps plot device and blank canvas characters! I’m using Marlene and Dorcas for two close characters in the fic. You can also spice things up. Which calm hp character do you wanna see go batshit? Which arrogant hp character do you wanna see be the levelheaded beacon of light for the group?

#💚💚💚💚#twdsf

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Her Pack - Timestamp 1 (3 years)

Summary: Being the packs' omega isn’t always easy.

Pairing: Alpha! (Werewolf) Steve Rogers x Omega(fem) Reader; Alpha! (Werewolf) Bucky Barnes x Omega(fem) Reader; Alpha! (Werewolf) Thor Odinson x Omega(fem) Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of smut/claiming, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, pack dynamics, breeding kink, fluff

A/N: Takes place two years after Pawn Sacrifice.

Catch up here: Pawn Sacrifice

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His vibranium hand is clutching your panties tightly, ready to push them into his face to inhale your scent deeply. He growls low in his throat, remembering the way you were writhing on his knot, begging him to breed you.

That was a few weeks ago. Now everything is different.

“I’m telling you, we gotta breed her fast,” a snarl escapes the alpha’s lips, indicating he’s not happy about his friend’s demands. “Y/N is ours. She needs to be bred soon.”

“No,” the brunette twirls around, your panties still in his hand. “If anyone breeds her, it’s me. But,” he sighs, eyes dropping to the dirty fabric in his hands, “she’s mad at all of us thanks to the idiot over there.”

The last alpha finally turns his attention toward his companions, snarling in their direction as Bucky dares to glare at him. “I did nothing wrong,” Thor growls loudly. He wipes his sweaty face with his shirt, grinning as the others give him dirty looks. “Leave me alone.”

“You tried to mate her right in front of the others,” Steve raises to his full height to intimidate Thor, who smirks, amused. “And now, our omega didn’t leave the queen's room for days.”

“She loved it,” Thor whips his head toward the door parting you from your alphas, whining as you refuse to talk to them. “Our omega came so hard.”

“Y/N is mad at all of us. She believes it was our idea to breed her right there, in the middle of our get-together with the pack,” the fight threatens to get out of hands as Bucky jumps at Thor.

“Buck, fuck! Stop fighting with Thor. She will never talk to us again if we keep on acting like alphas in a rut. Y/N wants us to apologize and act like gentlemen,” Steve tries to part the angry alphas, fights them only to end up between them, throwing punches at both.

“ENOUGH!” you growl low in your throat, stomping your foot. “You should think about amends and take care of your omega. But no, my alphas prefer to fight. I’m disappointed.”

“Omega, my little dove,” Thor wiggles in Steve’s grip, fights to break free to crawl toward you. The tall alpha wraps his arms around your waistline, whining to earn your forgiveness. “No one saw you when I filled you, Y/N.”

“Alpha!”

“We are sorry, doll,” Bucky caves in. He refused to beg for forgiveness, knowing it was Thor’s fault you got mad at them. “Thor is an idiot. He tried to mate you without our allowance.”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” glaring at the brunette you try to ignore Thor nuzzles his face into your belly. “Stop pretending you didn’t join him moments later. All of you took a turn.”

“You smelled so good and were,” closing his eyes Steve recalls that night, “ready to take our knots. I could not resist your sweet scent, baby doll.”

“Heimdall saw us,” Thor gets back up to scoop you into his strong arms, making you squeal. “Thor, I’m still mad at you! You cannot do such a thing.”

“He didn’t dare to watch us mate you,” this time Bucky tries to convince you to give in. “Let us bring you to our room and scent you. Please, doll.”

“Omega, give in, and let us make things up to you,” Steve finally steps closer to cup your cheek. “We are sorry we could not control our instinct. All of us are addicted to you.”

You purr, smiling softly as your alphas crowd you. “Bring me back to our room. I demand cuddles and your warmth. I want you to never do such a thing again.”

Bucky quirks his brow in a silent question. “Uh, but we can still mate in private…right?” he begs. “Doll?”

“I demand your knots too…and cuddles. Lots of it…”

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his to claim | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping

A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot!

In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.

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Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas.

It was one in the morning when the white wolf passed through the tree line, the packhouse coming into view. The three-story cabin fit many of the high-ranking families and was the center of most pack activities. Meetings, gatherings, and celebrations for the Winter’s Shield pack were all held here.

Bucky shifted, each one of his bones cracking roughly back into place as if they’d forgotten they were half-human. As he expected, there was a pair of shorts waiting for him on the porch. Nat always hated when he’d show up naked in the middle of the night. This is my house, he’d say. Save it for your mate, she’d say back. Bucky would always scoff at that. Not many Alphas make it to their thirties without a mate and Bucky was quite willing to keep his single streak going.

The house was heated, comforting him after losing the warmth of his coat. Still, he was covered in elk blood and could use a shower along with a twelve-hour nap. He walked towards the winding stairs, only to hear rumbling in the kitchen, and deciding to investigate. He was the only night owl around here, or at least that’s what he thought.

He could already smell that there were foreigners around and prayed this week would go by fast. Flicking on the kitchen light, he found you sitting on the island counter. You looked up from your carton of chocolate ice cream with wide eyes. He expected you to freak out at the sight of him but it seemed you were more embarrassed on your behalf rather than frightened.

“Sorry … I was just gonna have one bowl and then that turned into two. And then …” You emphasized the spoon that was sitting in the mostly eaten carton. Omega, his wolf said. There was a strange omega sitting on his kitchen counter in oversized pajamas and hair rollers. His eyes fell to something sitting behind her which she instantly pushed further behind her back in panic, “There’s a little left if you want some.”

“Who are you?” Bucky asked, a little more harshly than he intended.

“Y/N,” You answered, a bit flustered, “I’m Monica’s sister … also her maid of honor. I know there isn’t usually a maid of honor in our wedding ceremonies but there’s always a maid of honor in the movies. I’m gonna throw her such a cool bachelorette party, Natasha said we could have it in the living room-”

Bucky felt suffocated by your excitement. Feeling overwhelmed by the bright lights and whatever his wolf was feeling for you, he said, “Stop,” He raised a hand, confused by your comfortableness with the situation. You talked to him, an Alpha, so casually and you didn’t seem at all frightened by his bloody appearance, “Do you know who I am?”’

“Alpha Barnes,” You hopped down from the counter, making sure to keep whatever you were hiding behind your back, “Sam said you’d be back at some point. They made a bet on whether or not you’d get back before or after my dad left. Everyone said you’d skip the wedding.”

Alpha Fury’s second daughter. An Omega. An annoying, little, ice-cream stealing Omega.

“Well here I am,” Bucky stepped closer to you and was surprised when you didn’t even blink at that. An omega raised by an Alpha, you were something Bucky had never encountered, “Why are you raiding my kitchen so late at night, Omega.”

There was a flash of sadness in your eyes, “I had a nightmare … ice cream always makes me feel better. You ever get nightmares, Alpha Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrowed.

“No,” Bucky spoke coldy, confused about what was pulling him closer to you.

“Nuh-uh, no way,” Bucky thought you were challenging him but there was an innocent smile on your face, “My Dad said you’ve fought in lots of battles, challenged a lot of other Alphas, you must see a lot of terrible stuff. You never even get a little bit scared?”

Bucky ignored your pressing question, the look on his face frustrated, “What’s behind your back?”

“Uhm … what’s behind yours?” You tried distracting him but Bucky knew there was nothing behind him.

“Show me,” He commanded, knowing that Omega inside of you wouldn’t want to disobey him.

You huffed.

Stupid alphas, Bucky heard your voice but your lips didn’t move.

You pulled an old, stuffed bear from behind your back, “It’s Mr. Cuddlebear …. he also helps with the nightmares,” In his eyes, you were definitely too old to have a stuffed animal but his wolf found it endearing. He hated that, “You never got scared even when you were a little? No monsters under the bed? Boogeyman in the closet?”

“It’s late,” Bucky changed the subject, “I’m sure we have a long week ahead of us. I’d take … that-”

“Mr. Cuddlebear,” You interrupted, reminding him of your teddy bear’s name.

“Go to bed, little wolf.”

Stupid Alpha voice.

You rolled your eyes as your feet began to move before your brain began to register, “Goodnight, Alpha Barnes,” You left the kitchen, carrying the teddy bear with you, “Sleep tight, don’t let the vampires bite.” He heard your little giggle as you climbed up the stairs.

Bucky placed his hands on the counter, staring at the ice cream. Did he ever have nightmares? No one had ever asked him that before.

Bucky cleaned up nice, you thought as you looked at him across the room. No one expected him to even come, let alone put on a nice suit jacket. The rehearsal dinner was loud with both Winter’s Shield and the Daystar pack mingling together for the first time. Sam seemed to be having the time of his life, your father was being much lighter than usual, and Monica was …. well, Monica.

You were talking with a bunch of people, giving out the sugar cookies you’d made when you made eye contact with him. He drank from his glass of wine and you noticed he was standing with Sam and Monica. She was in the prettiest yellow dress and you could tell Sam was happy to find a mate so beautiful.

You’d looked away, focusing on meeting everyone when Monica started to walk towards you.

“Stay away from him, please,” She stepped in front of you.

“Stay away from who?”

“Alpha Barnes,” She spoke lowly.

“He’ll be your Alpha soon, you know.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“I already met him, Monica,” You smiled, “He was nice to me in like a weird, cold way.”

She shook her head, your words seeming to worry her more, “That’s what I’m worried about,” She grabbed your hand, leading you away to one of the tables in the corner. You had a plate of sugar cookies in your hands, some you’d made especially for the party to give out, “You have a tendency to make people like you but you don’t want him to like you, trust me. All that stuff Daddy taught us still stands, it doesn’t matter that we know him now. So just sit here, and do nothing, please.”

“But what about my cookies? I have to give them out!” You whined as she fenced you in, forcing you to sit down.

“I’ll do it,” She smiled, taking the plate from your hands, “You’ve socialized enough I think so just … relax.”

“But-” She was already walking away. You loved your sister, she was your best friend, but she was still a Beta. She had no idea what it was like to be you, surrounded by jerks who thought they were better than you. Maybe that’s why you liked talking with people so much, to prove that maybe you were more fragile than them but you weren’t invisible. Right now, you felt invisible.

You could only watch everyone have fun without you for so long and you got out of the seat about ten minutes later. You left the large white tent, where it was much cooler, and you didn’t mind being alone as much.

You told yourself to cheer up, trying not to frown. A week from now, you’ll be home, you’ll be on house arrest again but without Monica. You were going to savor this small vacation no matter the obstacles.

Bucky found you outside sitting in the grass as you stared up at the moon. He got that feeling again, his wolf wanting to be closer to yours, and wished he felt differently. You looked back at him as you felt him approaching, and you heard Monica’s voice in your head telling you to stay away.

“Did you try my cookies?” Your lips pulled into a smile that, like everything about you, confused him.

“I didn’t … I watched Sam eat six of them though,” The tall Alpha responded, sticking his hands into his pants pocket.

“Watching your perfect, Alpha-physique?”

Bucky actually felt the need to smile though he kept himself controlled, “Something of that nature, yes.”

“Awe, a few cookies won’t hurt,” You stood up from the ground, dusting off your dress. Bucky noticed your mary jane’s and the little butterfly clips in your curls, “Let me guess, you only prey on innocent animals.”

The Alpha smirked, “I’ll make sure to try your cookies next time, little wolf.”

“Sadly, there won’t be a next time,” You stepped past him and he followed after you, as you walked towards the tree line, “My father will probably find me a mate that lives across the country so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Both Monica and Fury wanted to make it clear to him that you were practically claimed. You didn’t know yet but Peter Parker of the Stark pack was waiting for you. Fury was planning a quick, summer wedding, “I can’t imagine the poor fool who will have to deal with your kitchen raids and Mr. Cuddlebear.”

You grinned, “You remembered his name?” Bucky remembered and he’d been watching you ever since that late night, “I thought you might laugh at me, Monica does.”

Bucky was quiet for a long moment and, as you looked at him, it seemed that his mind was racing with thoughts, “I’ve had nightmares before,” He stated and you waited for him to elaborate.

“What happened in them?” You prodded softly.

Another long pause, “When was the last time you shifted?”

You figured that’s all you were going to get out of him. You thought for a moment, “I can’t even remember. Not since the winter solstice at least.”

“Let’s go on a run,” Bucky said, not waiting for you to agree. He picked up his pace, walking past the tree line and expecting you to follow. You hurried after him, your heart suddenly beginning to pound in your chest.

“Alpha Bucky, Monica will kill me. Literally. She threw a hairdryer at me once,” You said, sounding panicked, though you got deeper and deeper into the woods, “And what about my dress?”

He turned around suddenly and you almost ran into his broad chest, “Take it off,” He ordered. Your hand instinctively reached up to the strap and you panicked, “Go behind a tree, I mean.”

“But Monica-”

“You’re an adult, right?”

You shrugged, “I try to be-”

“Then you can decide. Besides that, I’ll be Monica’s Alpha soon enough.”

You imagined her throwing a fit but you still conceded, walking to find a tree to hide behind, “It might take me a second, I think I’m a shy shifter.”

“Take your time, little wolf,” His words were more comforting than you expected.

You stripped from your clothes behind the tree, trying not to imagine what Monica would think of you. An unmated female getting naked in the forest with an unmated male in the middle of the forest? There were all types of moral codes you had to be breaking.

Standing in the cold, you shut your eyes tightly. Monica taught you the counting method when you were younger. You tried to tune out the rest of your thoughts, focusing on the nature around you, as you counted down from ten over and over again. It was instinct after that, the Moon Goddess taking over and unleashing your inner wolf. You didn’t feel the pain as your bones molded into their new positions and you became the second version of yourself.

When you stepped from behind the tree, the white wolf was towering over your small, grey figure.

His head tilted down towards you and you could already tell his wolf wanted to be more friendly with you than his human self. He smelled you, biting at your neck but you were even more playful in wolf form. You walked between his legs, confusing him, until you ran in the opposite direction. He chased after you and you didn’t expect to outrun him but you planned to give him a run for his money.

He couldn’t sleep with you so close by. He tried going on another run to clear his head but his mind was full with you. He’d lived a long life yet this feeling in his soul was brand new. Never had Bucky desired anyone to be anything but a casual fling. His wolf wanted more than to just conquer you which was territory Bucky found hard to navigate. What would it say for his legacy if he took an Omega as his mate? How empty would he feel if he let you go tomorrow? What relationships would he throw away in order to claim you as his?

Covered in sweat, he pulled the sheets from his body, sitting up in his bed.

Nightmare, his wolf echoed in his mind. Bucky rubbed his temples. That wasn’t a nightmare to him, he was just an overthinking mess. He was going to ignore that feeling until he sensed something was truly wrong.

She dreams of pain and suffering.

Go to her.

Bucky stood up from his bed, filing out of his room, and down the long hallways of the packhouse. He pressed his ear to your door, his hand lightly touching the doorknob. He heard soft whimpers from the inside and, for a moment, he resisted you. He would turn around and try to go back to sleep. Instead, his wolf took control.

Bucky opened the door, your whimpering continuing and you stirred although it wasn’t because of him. He closed the door gently, moving towards your bed, crossing a boundary that he was sure would be frowned upon. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you seemed to be grabbing Mr. Cuddlebear for dear life.

He sat carefully at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch you, “Y/N,” He whispered, trying to suppress the anger that he felt over the pain you were in.

“No, no,” You whispered over and over again.

“Little wolf,” He whispered again, his hand on your arm. The Alpha’s touch startled you out of your sleep and your eyes were wide with fear as you came back to consciousness. You weren’t sure why he was in your room or why your nightmares were getting so bad, “It’s just a bad dream-”

You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around the Alpha. He seemed to freeze at your touch but you hugged him tighter for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand tentatively rubbing at your back and you heavily breathed against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I just … you were crying.”

“I-I woke you up?”

“No,” Bucky lied, “I was just walking by and I heard you.”

“Alpha Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Everything’s going to change tomorrow. My wolf, she senses something bad coming, and she’s scared.”

Bucky stiffened again, his wolf beginning to worry. “Something bad? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know but the dreams are getting worse.”

“What do you see in your dreams?”

“I’m … I’m walking in his field, there’s so much sunshine and flowers a-and I’m walking towards the sun. I’m walking and walking and I’m happy and then I just start to sink into the ground. And I’m drowning and it feels like someone is holding me, pulling down further and further. I can’t breathe and there’s just this darkness a-and I-I-”

“Hey, hey,” He shushed you, sensing you were about to hyperventilate, “It’s okay. Nothing is going to take you away. No one, do you understand?”

He felt you nodding and he grabbed you tighter, deciding he was going to hold you for as long as you needed him to.

“I didn’t tell you because of this reason-”

The pen in Bucky’s hand snapped in half and his fists balled up tightly, “Sam, today is your wedding, I understand that but this is my territory. I decide who comes in and out of it. That’s final.”

“They’re already here-”

“Then send them away. Fury is trying to push me and this is the final straw.”

“He’s already married the first daughter off, he’s just trying to do the same with Y/N. And he knows that this is a chance for three alphas to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do about the rogue situation.”

Feeling that he was drawing blood from clenching his fist so hard, he moved them under his desk. “I can handle problems that concern my own pack. Tony is even more arrogant than Fury, we’ll never agree.”

“You have to at least try, Alpha,” Sam sighed, “You haven’t found one woman you’d consider having little Buckys with. Maybe Stark will bring someone that will pique your interest?”

Bucky ignored him, “When Stark arrives-” Sam let out a triumphant cheer, “-Bring him and Fury to my office. I won’t need you here, I’m sure you’ll have much to prepare for this evening.”

“You won't regret this.”

Bucky followed Peter’s line of sight. There you were, standing in a beautiful periwinkle dress, waiting for your sister to walk down the aisle and join an anxious Sam. The birds were singing, a violin was being played, and everyone was collectively ready to celebrate the joyous moment. Everyone except Bucky.

Of course, Peter wanted to look at you, a beautiful creature, an unmated female, he'd be lucky to call you his mate. He was young like you, he'd be able to get all your references, keep up with your energetic ramblings, you'd get to go far away from your father and you'd be so happy. You'd forget all about Monica. You’d forget all about the week you spend in Winter’s Shield.

The wedding went off without a hitch and Bucky watched you have the time of your life. Peter targeted you, of course, that was the entire reason was her, to woo you and it was working. You were dancing together, laughing when Peter made a silly misstep.

Bucky shooed away every Stark girl who tried to approach him, even denying a Beta, until he was standing alone in the corner.

The festivities calmed down late into the night, you had to say goodbye to Peter, Monica was whisked away to a “private cabin” and everyone else returned to their rooms. Your father reminded you to pack your things as you’d be leaving early in the morning.

Looking at Mr. Cuddlebear sitting on your bed, you were reminded of the events of last night. You didn’t expect so much kindness from the cold Alpha but, as Monica warned you, he seemed to like you. You still thought she was being dramatic with her warning and that she would grow to like her new Alpha.

You never did really get to thank him and he also never tried your cookies. You had an amazing idea and late-night baking always led to amazing things.

Bucky was pacing the length of his room when there was a knock at his door. His wolf knew instantly that it was with you like the Moon Goddess had answered his prayers. He was fighting every natural urge in his body and he planned to hide away until everyone was gone tomorrow. Now, he had no idea what he was going to do.

When Bucky opened the door, you were standing with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, and a kind smile on your face, “A thank you for last night,” You offered, “I figured you’d like a plain chocolate chip cookie. I’m not sure though-”

“Come in,” Bucky said quickly, closing the door behind you. You noted that he was still wearing his dress pants though he was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt at his top. Though you’d seen him shirtless before, this time felt more intimate.

“Try one,” You insisted, “Please.”

Bucky was hesitant, his diet not usually including such human pleasures, but he was quite surprised with the first bite. You seemed nervous, expecting a good reaction which Bucky found adorable, “They’re good,” Bucky nodded, “I mean, they’re great. Here, come sit down.”

As you took a seat on the edge of the giant bed, Bucky grabbed the glass and plate from your hands, moving to set it on the nightstand, “Your room is … big.”

You grew a bit nervous as the bed dipped beside you and Bucky took a seat. You always felt his strong energy, even last night, but now it was a bit overpowering. You blamed it on the approaching full moon and tried to ignore it, “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s … simple,” Bucky tried his best to register your mood. Were you nervous? That was the last feeling he expected to feel from you. You were always rambling or talking about something you were annoyingly passionate about.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his head turned to you.

You didn’t answer him, “What do you know about the Stark pack?”

Bucky’s hands folded together and his jaw clenched as reality set in, “I sense you know of your father’s plans.”

“I had a suspicion,” You sighed.

“And … you’re unhappy with his decision?”

You were quiet for a moment, “What if it isn’t a good idea?”

“I’m sure … I’m sure your father wouldn’t lead you astray. The man infuriates me but he’s usually quite wise …”

“You’re right …” You said, staring back at the Alpha who seemed to be experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes, “My nightmares, they just make me nervous for the future-”

“You could stay,” Bucky stated quickly, sure of himself. His hand touched your thigh and your eyes began to widen, “With me, I mean. And, of course, Monica would be here too.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You don’t mean … I’m an Omega, Alpha Bucky.”

A thin smile pulled at his lips, “I’ve noticed that, yes. Believe me, my offer does not come from a place of ignorance. I’ve been thinking about this, I promise, and it could be good for both of us. You could stay near your sister and I could …”

It took everything in you to push away from that bed, “My Dad would be livid. Beyond livid, actually. And Peter. The treaty. It would throw everything off balance, Alpha Bucky.” He stood, his shadow draping over you as you took a hesitant step back.

“Who needs balance if there is a connection here. My wolf feels yours, they’re drawn to each other, I know you can sense that.”

“Bucky-”

“Listen, little wolf, please,” He insisted, stepping closer, “I’ve never been sure before, not in my entire life. This, I am sure about.”

You shook your head, “Well, I am not,” Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, “I like you and there’s a connection, yes, but as my father’s daughter, I have responsibilities. I respect him too much to go behind his back. You have to understand that.”

“You came here tonight. That night in the forest. You didn’t know it but you called me to your room last night. What am I supposed to make of your advances-”

“Advances? I thought you were a friend-”

“Stop,” He commanded, leaving your body frigid from the power of his voice, “Don’t move.”

He took your face into his hands and you whimpered, “Bucky, I gave you the wrong impression.”

“No, you may not know it yet but this is what your wolf wants. We’re animals, underneath it all, and there’s only so much we can control our own desires,” You pushed against his chest when he smashed his lips on yours. You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing your feet would push you further away from him. When he pulled away, he was grinning, blood on his lips, “Biting, huh? I’m happy to play along with your game.”

You opened your mouth but he was too quick, “Don’t scream, little wolf. The screaming is the next part.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you into his muscular body. He kissed you again, kissing the sides of your mouth and chin. Your hands pulled into small fists as he held you, his touch sending foreign feelings through your body. You felt an overwhelming warmth, more than his body heat, but the warmth of the bond his own wolf felt for yours. His mouth met with your neck and that's when your lips parted and moans escaped your lips.

“Please,” Was all you could manage. “Please stop.”

Your mouth was saying one thing but it was clear to him that you enjoyed his touch, “Don’t think of me like the bad guy, Omega. When I’m your Alpha, I won’t be like Fury. I’ll let you be who you are, you won’t be just an object to pawn off for power. You’ll be my Omega but you’ll stand beside me, not behind. You’ll be happy with me. I can take the nightmares aways, remember?”

“No, no,” You resisted, knowing deep down that he was that darkness in your dream. You were right to be scared but you hadn’t suspected that you should be scared of me, “M-My father will challenge you a-and you’ll lose any respect you once had.”

He grabbed you roughly by your chin, his forehead pressed against yours as he held your body, “I’ve never cared much for puritanical pack society … why should I care now, Omega?”

You sniffled, “Because you care about me?”

“You’re young, little wolf. I don’t expect you to fully understand but it's because I care that I have to do this. It will only hurt for a little while, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission and as he pulled his face from yours, his eyes went black, and you were already screaming as his sharp canines protruded from his mouth.

He pulled your head to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. As you collapsed, he kept you in his arms, and you both went down to your knees. It was an indescribable pain, paralyzing, until it wasn’t. Your vision blurred as it felt like the strongest drug rushed through your body. It was not the way you imagined you’d be marked, you surely weren’t in love, and the man who’d claimed you was unhinged.

As you slipped into the darkness, you heard someone screaming your name. You felt a little hope that you’d be saved but you couldn’t hold on longer.

You grabbed your shoulder instantly as your eyes shot open, roughly pulling yourself from slumber. You winced, your hand running over the bandaged skin, as you realized the magnitude of the situation. Taking a moment to look around your surroundings, you found that you were somewhere that you didn’t recognize.

It was a small, one-room cabin, the living room, kitchen and the bed you were on were all in the same room. A tear slipped down your face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your legs were bare, your bridesmaid dress gone, and a large t-shirt was the only thing that you were wearing. He’d undressed you all the way and had no problem with it, probably due to the fact that he’d bonded you together for life.

He’d even made sure to bring Mr. Cuddlebear along though you weren’t sure anything could calm you now.

As you were about to push yourself off the bed, the cabin door opened, and a shirtless, freshly-shifted Bucky appeared. He took one look at you and his jaw clenched.

“W-Where are we?”

“Couple miles off of my territory,” He stated, shutting the door and walking to the kitchen. As he turned his back, you got up from the bed, moving cautiously towards the fireplace which was closer to the door, “So no one can bother us.”

“My Father, where is he? How did you … without him knowing …”

He reached into the cabinet, grabbing a glass to fill with tap water. You were eyeing the door, wondering if he was just pretending to be distracted by his task, “Oh, he knew,” Bucky chuckled, “He was livid, like you said, but he couldn’t do anything. He can’t touch you anymore now that you’re bitten. No one can.”

Your face fell, “But-” Bucky turned around and it hit you. The bite reshaped your chemistry and now any Alpha wouldn’t be able to get near you until you were fully mated. Alpha Fury wasn’t coming for you.

But Monica-

“Monica isn’t coming either, little wolf. Remember, I’m her Alpha now too,” Bucky moved forward, the glass in hand, “You should drink, you lost a good amount of blood.”

You stepped to the side, moving away as he approached, “You knew you’d only hurt me, even when I thought you were my friend.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he moved closer, “I know that’s how you feel now-” You climbed onto the couch and over it as he moved closer, “Y/N, come here. Now.” You eyed the door, now closer to it than he was.

“You’re a monster.”

“Little mate, if you continue to not listen to me, I’m going to come over there, throw you over my shoulder, and tie you down to that bed for the next few days because that's just the type of mood I’m in right now.”

“I’ll never. Be. Your mate-”

The sound of breaking glass made you jump and you watched the cup crumble in his grasp. Almost falling, you made a sprint for the door. As soon as you’d gotten it open, a hand was above you, slamming it closed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back towards the bed.

He pushed you down onto it, making sure not to put any pressure on your bite, before climbing on top of you. He pinned down your kicking legs, saying, “You’ll hurt yourself, little mate,” He tried to console you, shushing you as you began to whimper, “Please don’t fight it anymore…” But you panicked even more as he lifted your shirt.

He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your exposed sex to his mouth. One hand you could barely move because of the bite, the other gripped the comforter tightly, as he kissed between your thighs. Of course you’d never been touched so Bucky would be as gentle as he could manage. He also knew that your new bite would heighten every feeling he gave you and it wasn’t long before you’d be a mewling mess.

You thought that maybe you’d gone into heat, that’s why his touch felt so good, but you were very wrong. You could only imagine what it would feel like when your body craved to be pregnant. He cooled your fire, and within thirty seconds you were already having your first orgasm. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out the pleasure, not letting you take any breaks as he began to kiss up your body, moving the shirt further and further up your body.

He kissed over your mark which sent waves of pleasure through you, making him growl, “You’re mine, little mate,” Then he kissed your lips as you moaned against them. As he positioned himself between your legs, you knew what was coming.

“Bucky, please. I-I’m scared.”

“It’ll hurt just for a little while,” He assured you, reaching above you to grab Mr. Cuddlebear, “Hold on to your bear, little wolf.”

You held the stuffed bear tightly against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how big he was even as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Looking away didn’t last long as he grabbed your chin, making sure he could see your face as he slid each inch inside of you. He stretched you open, taking the air from your lungs, as you tried to adjust to the feeling.

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He grunted, leaning down to kiss your chin. He’d slowly pull in and out of you, letting you get used to him. He kissed over your mark again, easing the pain, and turning your whimpers into moans, “Good girl, my good girl.”

“Please,” You started to wish for him to push you over the edge, to give you another orgasm, not for him to let you go. He kissed you, using his hand to rub your sensitive bulb as he pushed in and out of you, “Please, please - ah!”

Your back arched and your senses were delighted as an orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t slow, speeding up his pace, as he went back to kissing over your bite. He reached below you, pulling you further down onto his member. He was animalistic, every natural instinct in his body telling him to pleasure you until you couldn’t walk anymore and to round your belly.

You came again, this time at the same time as him, your bodies melting together as he released within you. As he laid against you, catching his breath, you could see the setting sun shining through the window. He wasn’t anything like you feared and maybe that's why you trusted him so easily.

“You’ll be happy with me one day, I promise,” He kissed your wet cheeks.

Part of you hoped you could trust him again because, after all, that mark was forever.

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solemnly-mischievous · 3 years

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Could pls you write something where the marauders and you are taking about your safe word and boundaries?!

Thanks! <33

hell yeah! remember kids, if you're gonna engage in Practices of Dominant and Submissive Dynamics, these talks are always very important and essential and good. consent is sexy. stay safe. all that.

also, i'd never claim to be an expert on the topics they talk about - if i get anything off or word anything poorly, do tell me and i'll amend that.

anyway also the things they put on their hard limit list are not off the table for future fics, so keep that in mind :)

Contains: Fluff, discussion of bodily fluids & cnc, mentions of degradation and praise

Word count: 1.5K

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It's about one AM in the Gryffindor common room, and all your housemates are asleep—the only sound you can hear is the crackling of the fireplace and the sound of pages turning as Remus flips through his book.

You're laying in Remus' lap, his fingers combing absentmindedly through your hair and massaging your scalp. It feels so good.

"Oi—watch the cakes—"

"You watch your stupid feet, Prongs, you're stepping on my cloak—"

"—I swear to god if you drop the pumpkin juice, I'll throw you and your bloody cloak into the fire—"

"Merlin, James, shut up, you're so loud—"

You hear Remus huff a soft laugh and you smile along: Your boyfriends are many things, but stealthy and discreet are not one of them. One would think the infamous pranksters of Hogwarts would be better at sneaking around in the dead of night—but then again, who needs to be light on their feet when there are charms and Invisibility Cloaks?

James and Sirius enter the common room as quietly as they can manage—which is to say, not that quiet at all—each bearing a large plate full of midnight snacks and drinks they've retrieved from the kitchen. (The house elves are always more than happy to see them.)

"Aw, look at them," Sirius murmurs to James, and he nods, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you and Remus. It's certainly a heartwarming scene, and you'd be content to stay there forever, but something's missing.

"C'mere," you whisper to the boys, holding your arms out and making grabby hands. "Cuddle."

They're more than happy to oblige, setting the plates on the table in front of the couches and piling on, Sirius leaning against Remus' shoulder and James sitting on the floor in front of you and Remus. You reach out and tug at his curls affectionately—he leans into the touch.

"We brought you your favorite chocolate cakes," James murmurs to you. "The elves made more just for you—even they know you love them. Oh, and Remus—there's pumpkin juice for you."

"Thank you," Remus says warmly, ruffling James' hair as he reaches by to grab a goblet. "Did you say hi to the elves for me?"

"Yeah," Sirius says, "they miss you and they're going to file for divorce if you don't visit them soon."

"Divorce? From all of them?" Remus' tone is laughing. "I don't think I could handle the legal fees."

"Who'd get custody?" you wonder.

"Besides, Moony knows he's married to us, if not legally but in spirit. When you think about it, Moony's a homewrecker," James jokes, and Sirius cackles in delight.

Your eyelids droop as Remus scratches along your scalp lightly, and Sirius catches you. "Hey, hey, wait, we're not sleeping yet. We have things to talk about."

"Talk about them faster," you mumble, and James laughs.

"Alright, alright," Remus says amiably. "We'll make it fast so you can get to sleep soon, alright? But you're gonna need to be coherent and awake right now, okay?"

"Fine," you whine, and you ease into a sitting position so you aren't tempted to fall asleep right there.

"Good girl," Sirius murmurs, and you shiver involuntarily.

"Okay, none of that right now—clear heads, all of us," Remus says. He looks at you and gives you a small smile. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."

"So how do we start?" Sirius asks. "Do we just... talk about what works, what doesn't?"

"I think we should start with the safeword." Remus hums thoughtfully. "You guys know the stoplight system?"

You and James shake your heads; Sirius nods.

"Green for go on, yellow for slow down, red for stop," Remus explains. "It's important to check in consistently, so we can be sure everything's alright."

"Wait, so yellow is..." You trail off.

"Yellow is, er, we don't need to stop, but I'm not one hundred percent comfortable or confident in what we're doing right now, so can we slow down and talk about it or change what we're doing?" Sirius explains, and you nod.

"Ah." You think about it. "Right, yeah, I think the stoplight system sounds fine."

"Same," James says, and Sirius voices his agreement.

In all your time at Hogwarts, the early years especially, never in a million years would you have thought you'd be here right now—in a polyamorous relationship with the troublemakers of the grade, discussing safewords and kink negotiations.

But what's life without a few surprises?

"We can all use the colors," Remus adds, "even if we're not the one subbing. Anyone can check in at anytime. Okay?"

Once that's been established, he pushes forward with, "Okay, so nitty-gritty: What are our boundaries? What do we not want to touch with a ten-foot pole?"

"No bodily fluids," James puts forth, "except for, well, you know. Just spit and come, I think. No blood or piss or anything like that."

You nod. "I don't wanna draw blood. Pain is okay, like bruises and bitemarks or the like, but I don't know about actual... wounds and stuff. For now, at least."

Remus nods. "Absolutely."

"Oh," Sirius says, looking vaguely bashful—which is a sight, because the Sirius Black, looking shy? "Um. I like to dom, right? Like usually, I do. But when I switch and sub, er, I don't like to be degraded. I love doing the degrading, but I don't know about being the degraded one."

Knowing Sirius' past, you understand completely. The rest of the Marauders nod as well, and James shifts towards Sirius, leaning against his leg in a comforting gesture. Sirius smiles at him, soft and affectionate.

"How about you, Moony?" you ask Remus.

"Hm." He thinks about it for a second. "I don't think I would want to do consensual non-consent."

"What's that?" James pokes at Remus' leg.

"Like, when you agree beforehand that a scene is going to be... Non-consensual. Usually, it's so the sub can pretend to struggle and protest and fight back and such. It's a fantasy, kinda like a coping mechanism, and I get it, and I respect people who do like it, but I don't think it's for me."

"So, all in all," Sirius summarizes, "No bodily fluids, no blood, no forced fantasies."

"Sums it up about right," James agrees. "And no degradation for when you're subbing."

"Yep."

"If at any time we think of something that we want to add to the hard-limit list," Remus says, "just say it. Even if it's the middle of a scene or anything, consider this a priority."

Sounds of agreement and understand come from the three of you.

"Also, just for a semi-reference," Sirius says, "I'm a switch, with a lean for being dominant. Remus is... I think, just dominant?"

Remus inclines his head. "I've never had the urge to sub, yet. Again, things might change."

Personally, you thought the idea of Remus on his knees, begging for the three of you, was very appealing, but that's up to Remus to decide.

"I'm also a switch, but I don't know if I have a lean," James pipes up. "I enjoy both equally, it just kind of depends on the moment."

Sirius nods, then looks at you. You're in the middle of leaning over James' head to nab a chocolate cake from the platter—the epitome of grace and dignity.

"I'm a switch," you say, chocolate cake in hand, "with a submissive lean. Like, I think... I think one day, I'd like to try to dom. Maybe. But usually I'm more than happy to sub."

"What a well-balanced group we are," James comments, and Remus snickers.

You yawn right on cue, and Sirius laughs. "Getting too tired, are we?"

"Yeah, but! I was absolutely clearheaded through all that. Fully concentrated. No distractions."

James eyes your chocolate cake.

"One distraction."

"I suppose we can talk about other things another night," Remus says, as your eyelids flutter again with tiredness.

"Other things?" James asks.

"Yeah. Specific kinks, stuff we'd like to try. Rules, corresponding punishments..." The werewolf winks at you. "Rewards."

"I like rewards," you murmur sleepily.

"For another night," Sirius agrees, yawning as well. He looks sadly at the two plates of goodies stacked on the table. "We got all that food for nothing."

"Nah, we can bring it back up to our dorm and charm it so it doesn't go bad," James says. "No worries."

"Right, right. Alright, you grab one plate, Remus grabs the other, I'll take her back up."

"Hey, why do you get to take her?"

"Because I said it first," Sirius maintains, like the dignified adult he is, and scoops you up before any of the other Marauders can protest.

You fall asleep that night on James' bed, in his warm embrace and surrounding by the calming sounds of your boyfriends' steady breathing. All in all, it hasn't been a bad night at all.

#marauders #marauders era #harry potter #hp #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin imagine #sirius black imagine #james potter imagine #marauders imagine

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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*flies in like magneto* can i get some exes to lovers™?

Do I have some exes to lovers fics for you? Yes I certainly do. It seems that the cherik fandom loves some exes to lovers cherik and I don't blame anyone because this ship really calls for all the angst. I hope you enjoy this list.

Exes to Lovers AU

Bound – FuryRed

Summary: Is there anything worse than someone else’s wedding? Well, perhaps your sister’s wedding- where the groom just has to invite his boss and that man just happens to be your ex-boyfriend; a person you had an extremely passionate and tumultuous relationship with that ended badly.

Charles hadn’t seen Erik for a year by the time Raven had told him about the wedding. He wasn’t looking forward to the occasion, particularly when Raven explained that they would be celebrating the event with a two-week extravaganza at a luxury hotel, meaning that Charles would be forced to spend a whole fortnight with the man who he’d given everything to; the man who had ultimately broken his heart…

Preheat to 350 (just for you remix) – ikeracity

Summary: Charles realizes he's in love with Erik. But there's one tiny little problem: he just broke up with Erik.

Thread Through a Needle – Black_Betty

Summary: Erik and Charles are broken up. Neither of them want to be.

Carry Me Anew (Frost & Darkholme Remix) – kianspo

Summary: While working as a model for Raven and Emma's clothing line, Erik experiences a strong attraction to his shoot partner. These things happen, except Erik has a boyfriend, who does not take this at all well.

Linger like a tattoo kiss – ikeracity

Summary: Six months apart gives Erik a lot of time to think about what he really wants.

(Erik's POV from Carry Me Anew (Frost & Darkholme Remix) by kianspo)

Symphysis – ikeracity

Summary: After Charles and Erik broke up four months ago, Charles convinced himself he'd never see Erik again. But life has a funny way of bringing people back together.

Call/Response – phalangine

Summary: Charles and Erik have a real conversation for the first time since breaking up. Charles is looking to avoid confrontation. Erik is not.

Regression Therapy – Fantine_Black

Summary: O, God, he’d made a terrible mistake. Whatever he’d expected to find here, Erik was still Erik, a man he’d moved continents to avoid. In retrospect, that felt like a rather good idea…

Four years after Charles walked away from Professor Lehnsherr, the two meet again for a drink.

Because things are better the second time round, aren't they?

Forever is Only a Drunk Dial Away – bettysofia

Summary: Charles is sad and drunk and stalking Erik's Instagram.

Shop Space – Caradee

Summary: Charles and Erik break up but still meet at their favorite coffee shop and manage a completely friendly relationship. The kids who work the coffee shop don't understand it, Charles' overprotective twin brother doesn't understand it, and even Charles doesn't understand it. Then, Erik shows up with a new date, someone who seems to be everything that Charles is not.

How will the Professor handle the surprising heartbreak that comes seeing Erik with someone else?

Mutant House at Dead Kings College – mabyn

Summary: When it comes to romance, Charles has terrible timing.

Can You Feel My Heart – FuryRed

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr hates Charles Xavier.

It’s as true as the words written on the wall in the bathroom at the university that Erik attends. Erik sees them one day- accompanied by a crude drawing of Erik and Charles glaring at each other- and recognises the truth of the sentence, and smiles.

He hates Charles.

Probably…

Believe (One More Time) – luninosity

Summary: For the prompt, Charles and Erik dated during college and had a bitter break-up right before graduation. It's five years later and they both meet again at their class's reunion for a weekend. Someone was even stupid enough to have them room with each other for the weekend...

Old Flame Burning – TurtleTotem

Summary: It's ridiculous for Charles to dread meeting the best man at his sister's wedding, just because he shares a name with Charles's ex. It's not as though it could possibly be the same Erik.

Don’t speak to the bartender – Wild_Imagination

Summary: Logan is a bartender, it's a gloomy evening, and in his bar there's someone with a broken heart. But this is not a movie.

Right?

Somewhere I’m Going & Have Never Been Before – Yahtzee

Summary: In late December 1984, Charles falls victim to the terrible pandemic sweeping across the globe. He's sick, probably dying, and utterly alone in an isolated cabin...until he's not.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland – TurtleTotem

Summary: Charles hasn't seen Erik since their devastating breakup ten years ago. He's certainly the last person he expects to run into at a Christmas lights display.

Lean On Me – SpiritsFlame

Summary: Ten years ago, Charles and Erik split up, dividing their six kids between them. None of them expect them to meet at summer camp. And no one could have predicted the results.

It was a yellow umbrella spring – ikeracity

Summary: Three years after Charles left for Oxford, Erik discovers that Charles is coming back to New York.

Second chances are wonderful things.

My heart above my head – annejumps

Summary: Emma thinks her coworker Erik and her friend and fellow telepath Charles should get together. No one expects things to get so intense so quickly.

The Edge of What Doesn’t End – populuxe

Summary: When a mysterious object appears on the moon, Moira MacTaggert calls in two experts with very specific mutations to investigate.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, after years of breaking up and getting back together again, those two experts have finally broken up for good—and they’re the last people in the world who should be stuck together on a spaceship.

Exit Wounds – LemonadeGarden

Summary: It's been eight months since Charles and Erik had a fight that broke apart their marriage. When a mutant rights protest goes awry and Charles begins to get sick, past memories and present obstacles begin to blur the lines of their ideological differences.

Alternatively: Charles and Erik learn how to fall in love again in troubled times.

Note: Unfinished

11 Days, 8 Hours and 12 Minutes (or Bruises, Stupidity and Anger Management) – ximeria

Summary: For six months, Erik and Charles have been the disgustingly happy couple of the school. Considering their pigheadedness and general communication skills (or lack thereof), things are bound to go boom at some point.

Moon Song – ikeracity

Summary: Werewolf AU. When Charles is captured by hunters, Erik and his pack go after him. It turns out there might be some room for redemption left for both of them after all.

I will Never Stop Loving You – swoopswoop

Summary: Erik and Charles split up three years ago but Erik never really got over it and then one day when the man who walked out of his life three years ago is walking down the street towards him, Erik sees an opportunity to mend fences.

Please leave your message after the tone – ikeracity

Summary: Spending his evening getting shitfaced and pining over Erik seems like a totally productive use of Charles's time. Luckily, it turns out to be a better idea than it sounds.

When the Spell Breaks – kianspo

Summary: Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven (the things you love don’t last remix) – hllfire

Summary: Charles hands Erik the signed divorce papers, but Erik has changed his mind. Too late, it seems. All he can do is go forward with the divorce.

A year later, Charles comes back, and Erik can't help but wanting to see him. The only problem is things don't go like Erik had planned.

Suddenly There’ll Be a Blizzard (Let it Snow Remix) – kianspo

Summary: Charles was never at his best while jetlagged, but locking himself out in a snowstorm while barely dressed might be a new low. The last thing he expected was to be rescued by his high school nemesis, the man he hadn't seen in over ten years, who might have broken his heart for good once upon a time.

Write this number down (you can call it anytime) – pocky_slash

Summary: When Erik upsets his children, they have a habit of running away from home--and straight to Charles' school for cookies and consolation. Charles doesn't mind the visitors, but as they appear more and more frequently, he realizes that sooner or later, he and Erik are going to have to talk about what happened on the beach and what it means for their future and the future of Erik's children.

All we do is break up (and make up) – Stuckyl0v3r

Summary: "So instead of making the most out of this next months, because you don't know where either of you is going to end up, you decided to stay away from each other to get used to the feeling?" Hank summed up, stopping in front of the class. Charles nodded his head confidently and beamed at him, but somehow his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, something like that."

Well, that was the most idiotic plan Hank's ever heard.

Three wheels of cheese and a Great White – ximeria

Summary: Charles and Erik were friends with benefits in college.

They went their separate ways and 18 years later, they run into each other in New York.

The sex was never a problem back in college - and sex was all it had been. But now Erik is a divorced father and Charles has admitted to himself he needs more than just sex in a relationship. So in their usual round-about way they try to navigate becoming friends after so many years. The whole quest is aided by Raven, Edie, Wanda and Pietro (and a large number of shark jokes).

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #asks #earnestly answers #exes to lovers #ex boyfriends

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