#i'm not sure if he's dark enough to make the alpha kill humans
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Getou Suguru x Reader
"Somewhere there is a simple life"
or "four sorcerers' day in the world of humans, four years after betrayal"
tw: omegaverse, geto typical murderous mentions? children being cute? hints of past satoxsuguxreader, mentions of pregnancy
Sometimes you wonder if things could have been different, if you could have had this happiness in some other time, in some other place. It doesn't matter now, you suppose. There are no other times, no other places. Suguru has made his choice, and you have made yours.
And you have chosen to have moments of happiness, just like this one, for as long as you can.
Morning light slants early and golden over the table. Mimiko is, as usual, quiet, but she is awake, responding in her breathy voice to your questions and tentatively padding around the kitchen with you. She takes small dishes from your hand and sets them on the table.
The table is filled with them. Many colors and a traditional set up of different kinds of vegetables, broiled fishes, salad, tofu and bean curds.
Nanako had tried to help, but she'd sat down and fallen asleep again with her head against the wall, phone face down on her thigh. She's drooling a bit, so deeply asleep, and it makes you want to laugh.
Mimiko catches your eye and you tilt your head to her sister. She rolls her eyes a bit, smile playing about her mouth and she silently sounds out "playing Ace Attorney" and goes back to working around her sleeping twin, rearranging the plates to her heart's content.
Suguru catches you on the shoulder, fondness in his voice when he says "We spoil them."
"Who spoils them," you raise any eyebrow at him and press your lips to the juncture of his jaw, breathing in his scent, still heavy and warm after taking an early call in your bed.
With Mimiko's back turned and Nanako still soundly asleep, you nip a little at the skin over his scent gland and make a low playful sound in your throat at the spark of mischief and warning in your mate's dark brown eyes.
"Everything okay?" you ask him.
His arm slips around your waist as he sags against your back. "Yeah, just some little remnants that don't want to fall in line. Toshihisa is going to handle it."
"Good. You promised to take a break."
"You promised to take me to ride the boats," Mimiko appeared in front of you and looked up at Suguru.
He crouched down, backs of his pajama pants touching the floor. You missed seeing him like this more often. He was usually in the priest's garb which still made him seem somehow untouchable. It wasn't just the clothes, it was the persona.
You'd never really though of Suguru as an actor before, but now he had a half a dozen faces he seemed to switch between and some of them were less pleasant than others. You never feared he would hurt you, but it hurt nonetheless to see his pain curdled to hatred the way it had.
He ruffled Mimiko's hair. "Soup, showers, sheets," he listed off on three fingers, "then the boats."
Mimiko puffed out her cheeks. She might be the quiet twin, but she was often the more stubborn. Sometimes you thought Nanako just complained for her and that was why she was louder. It was good though to see them loud.
Suguru had told you from the beginning what happened in the village and it hadn't surprised you that both of the twins had been quiet and anxious for almost a year.
"Ah, right, the soup," you murmured and left them to their staring contest.
As planned, once Nanako was awakened and everyone had eaten, the girls had showered, and new bedding had been placed in your room and the twins' room, a load of the laundry started in the washer, you all headed to the park.
The train was not as crowded now that rush hour had passed but Suguru still pressed close to you, a twist to the corner of his lips which he hid in your hair when anyone human brushed by him. You beckoned Mimiko and Nanako close as a pack of students pushed onto the train.
You leaned up to murmur something in Suguru's ear and accidentally caught the eye of a beta woman sitting in one of the seats.
She must have mistaken the stress in your eyes, because she carefully rose and offered it to Suguru.
The transformation was disquieting, the way Suguru's expression relaxed into a sheepish laugh and he tried to refuse.
The beta woman said something about having young kids and Suguru finally sat down, half to shut her up you suspected. Nanako clambered on top of him. You had seen her watch the exchange with attentive eyes and it seemed she had resolved to help Suguru play act.
You inclined your head in thanks to the beta and covered your mouth with your sleeve, laughing a bit at his expense. Suguru gave you a sulky look when Mimiko joined her sister, choosing to stand with her hand braced on Suguru's knee while you pressed close behind her to give the train car a bit more breathing room.
Upon exiting the train at your station, Suguru found a restroom to wash his hands and yours before you all found your way above ground again.
Everyone relaxed once you reached the park. Natural green spaces were places of relaxation and healing and seldom attracted as many curses as other gathering places. If they were present they were usually easily dealt with.
It was a little more difficult to carry your tanto around these days. It was harder to hide the residuals of a cursed tool, and it was dangerous to carry a blade in public. You also typically didn't need it.
Suguru collected so many curses now, you thought sadly. Your grip on his fingers tightened as you walked side by side, watching Mimiko and Nanako run along the paths and into the forest.
One of those curses, a cute thing that looked somewhat like a couch cushion or maybe that footrest from the movie with the singing furniture, chased after them, baring its teeth like a little dog at the birds that fluttered around the pavement.
The twins called for you two to hurry up, dashing back and forth as you made your way to the boats.
They had already chosen a pair of swans - one white and one a pale blue - when you made it to the docks. They were deep in the process of deciding which one of them would sit with Suguru when he went over to egg them on.
You shook your head, smiling while you paid the woman at the counter. She offered you a knowing sort of smile when Suguru grabbed the back of Nanako's collar, preventing her from nearly dashing into the water.
You clapped your hands, holding up the tickets. "Who's going to ride with me first? Ah, you've been giving Suguru so much attention, I think I'm feeling lonely. The kids must not think I'm fun anymore."
Nanako shrugged out of Suguru's grip. "Mimiko, you should sit with them."
"No way," Mimiko said quietly, "you didn't help set up for breakfast. You should spend more time with them."
Suguru looked up at your stunned face and laughed, his brows crinkling together and shoulders shaking.
"You're their teacher," you said to him, putting on a show of being hurt, "shouldn't you teach them better manners?" You put a hand on your chest, "My feelings are hurt, no one wants to sit with me and win the boat race."
"Boat race?" the twins looked up in tandem with the cursed spirit that was still running around their feet.
You sighed, closing one eye. "Hmm. I don't know if I want to anymore. Everyone seems to want a peaceful ride with Getou-sensei. Maybe I should just go find us some ice cream instead."
The sisters looked at one another and you smirked to yourself, meeting Suguru's eyes. Something flashed through them, troubled or melancholy maybe.
Maybe you were laying it on a little thick, imitating the kind of games that used to work to distract Satoru and pull Shoko out of her isolating distance. Now your heart gave a real pang which you brushed aside as the twins seemed to come to a conclusion and flocked towards you, pushing you into the white boat. Nanako had leapt in and was poking around in curiosity.
It had already been four years. You'd only been at the school for three.
A dull bang on the outside of the boat startled you from your thoughts. Suguru leaned through the window. "Do you know how to drive this thing?"
You looked down at the pedals below your feet. "It can't be that hard," you replied.
"And," you grinned at him, "it's not like I was planning on playing fair."
Suguru smiled back. "How funny, neither was I."
It was fun to stretch the limits of your power for once. Since living at Suguru's compound you didn't need to go and risk your life as often. Sometimes you went out to deal with matters that stressed his tolerance for human hypocrisy, but mostly people came to him.
You used your cursed technique to make the boat go faster while Suguru summoned a pair of water-born curses to pull his boat.
The twins laughed and cheered each of you on, clambering between boats in a manner that would have gotten you all yelled at if you hadn't made your way to a quiet part of the river.
Eventually they grew tired and the boats were returned. They were tired enough to be subdued while eating the lunch you brought but the food restored enough of their energy that they clamored to be carried home.
Suguru huffed under Nanako's weight when she threw herself onto his back. "I think it's time to find something big enough to carry everyone. You're getting taller."
Mimiko made the decision to keep a hold of your sleeve.
"Are you sure you don't want to be carried too?"
Mimiko looked up Nanako who grinned at her. When you crouched down, she carefully wrapped her arms around your neck before you stood up.
"Aren't we taking the train back to the temple?" she asked quietly.
You glanced at the back of Suguru's head but he gave no indication one way or the other. He'd do anything for the twins. They'd grown up in the countryside and the Tokyo trains in their massive stations could sometimes still be something exciting for the girls.
"Getou-sensei doesn't want to go down there with all the stinky monkeys," Nanako said, loudly.
"Na-"
"It's alright," Suguru said. "If you want to take a train back."
You felt Mimiko lean her head against yours. The girls were not quite yet nine. They would get heavy if you carried them for long, but you'd carried heavier.
"Let's walk for a bit," you said, drawing up to him so you were shoulder to shoulder, so the twins' knees would nearly knock together if it weren't for your mate's advantage in height. "Manami can come pick us up when we're done."
Suguru purred, in some kind of encouragement you thought, the deep sound rumbling out to encompass the four of you. You knew he hadn't brought it up because some of the curse users who were showing up were making you... territorial. Manami maybe wasn't entirely to blame. She was another alpha and had shown up when the bond-mark between you and Suguru was still new.
But Suguru had since made it very clear that she was lower in the hierarchy of the family than you were, which helped. A little. Enough that you were comfortable ordering her around for his comfort at least.
Manami still passed Suguru a tablet once she found you with a car. When you tried to glare at her in the mirror, he just handed it to you with a laugh.
Opening it filled you with dread. You didn't want to know what he was up to half the time. But it wasn't the worst thing you'd seen. And most of it was - oh.
"This is my project," you murmured, flipping through a document.
It wasn't very detailed. At best it could be called an outline of the information you'd sought, but you could fill in more of it.
Suguru leaned over your shoulder, pulling back from talking to the twins likely unwisely seated together in the front seat. He had rolled up his sleeves at some point and his skin where it brushed yours was very warm.
You glanced up at him, only for him to raise an eyebrow and hum in expectation.
You pressed your lips together and looked back at the tablet, slowly curling up with Suguru around it as he pointed out details and you made notes with a stylus.
He took it back when Manami said something you hadn't heard, but this time you let him, after giving him a stern look. "Nothing stressful," you reminded him lowly. Both of you knew it was more a hope than command, but he took it good naturedly.
He leaned forward to discuss a job with the other alpha and you leaned back, head on the sun-warmed leather seat, pressed thigh to thigh with Suguru, thinking of what was in the refrigerator to make for dinner, of how you would get around the school's - it was still weird to think of that as the marker for the sorcerer world, to be on the other side of "us and them" - monitoring in order to get the project going, wondering if it would be harder or easier to get Nanako to actually go to sleep after the day you'd had.
Who would have thought running off with a condemned criminal would turn out to be so domestic? It wasn't a new thought, but it certainly made it easier to pretend that this was not as bad as it could be. It was not as bad as it could be. Maybe there wasn't only blood at the end of the road.
Nanako called your name and you lifted your head up to see her squishing her head between the seat and the wall, hair all scrunched up against the plastic.
"Hmm?"
"Do you think Mimiko should dye her hair?"
"Does Mimiko want to dye her hair?"
The girls had decided on western style food for dinner and had finally quieted down enough that they were settled in front of the television with the workbooks one of the tutors Suguru tolerated had them working on.
Yet another reason to the move the project forward. For now, the girls had not yet divided the world around them into sorcerers and non-sorcerers. They were still receptive to genuine kindness from normal humans. But Suguru's distaste for the visitors was obvious to you and you didn't want to wait for the twins to start mirroring it to their tutors' faces.
You moved laundry from the washer to the dryer and filled the first machine up again while Suguru pulled ingredients down from the cabinets.
When you got back to the kitchen, it was your turn to sag against him, flopping to the floor and resting your head on his lower back when he went to rummage in the refrigerator for a drink.
"What?"
You let out a helpless giggle, all the thoughts you had quieted while in public rushing back now that you were back at home.
Suguru bit back a wide smile, the sort of genuine smile that reminded you why you'd left, made you glad that you'd followed him.
He sat on the floor at your side, arm propped up on one knee as he popped open a melon flavored pouch of vitamin jelly he'd found.
The sounds of Doraemon came from down the hall but neither of the kids made much noise. Still, you kept your voice low. "We're twenty-one with twin girls. I'm exhausted."
Suguru laughed, leaning over until his head was resting on top of yours. You just breathed in the scent of him, the faint remaining smell of sunlight and fresh water from the park which overlaid the traces of the inoffensive laundry soap you all used and over that his scent, shifting layers of pine and blackberry, mint, and white tea. You would know him anywhere.
You reached up and felt his forehead with the back of your fingers. Still warm, like you had worried it might be.
Suguru pulled your hand away, pressing his lips to your index finger and threading your fingers together on his lap.
"It's fine."
"Let me worry for you," you say. If there is no one else, let me be the one to remember you are human.
"Alright," he says, such a soft affirmation, using his thumb to massage circles on your still captured hand while he humors you.
All the words pile together at the base of your tongue, flooding up now that they are given permission. He's been working too hard - consuming curses from humans that make even you tempted to try your hand at the kind of murder that's more than just business, relocating to this temple in the last year, making sure that the operation is entirely under the radar so that he doesn't get caught before he's ready, managing the incredibly petty squabbling between the chairmen and leaders of the cults he's pulled together under his feet.
And it's not like you're not also stressed. You're not kidding when you say it's hard work parenting when you're technically still on the run. It's easy to transfer money so thankfully you don't have to do something as stereotypical and dastardly and inconvenient as drag actual bags of cash around, but at your insistence there are go-bags in your closet, one for each of you. You know Suguru has made that stupid little worm with the infinite stomach swallow things other than weapons.
Maybe there is money in there. Who knows. But the point is you're not the one that gets hit with dry heats on top of migraines and nausea so bad he can't eat, and you're not the one suffering through them just to make another point in front of the monkeys.
And you miss Satoru. You don't know why you're thinking of him so much today. Maybe because he always found a way to make Suguru laugh and it's getting harder and harder to do that these days. He spends too much time behind the faces he wears when he's in that stupid monk's uniform.
You eye the vitamin pack and Suguru rolls his eyes at you, squeezing more of the jelly into his mouth.
"We don't know if this one is going to go all the way," he reminds you. Which is probably why he picked that and not one of the calpico or canned teas. You swear he eats like an old man (or a child, you recalled Suguru and Satoru picking through bags of candy on the lawn, no middle ground). You'd learned to make shojin ryori dishes as a joke about the priest thing and because doing it calmed you down whenever you started panicking about what Suguru was doing at the rebranded Star Cult and what you were doing waiting at home like his stay-at-home alpha.
"The thing I hate most--" you hesitated but Suguru's clear apprehension spurred you on. "The thing I hate most is seeing you in pain."
He barely hesitates before he's pulled back enough to let you see the slightly licentious look on his face, a growl behind his words when he leans in close to your ear. "That's not what it felt like when you made me come screaming last time."
Immediately your face flares hot, rushing from your chest to the top of your head. You know he's trying to distract you. It doesn't stop you from whipping your head to the door and your breath going silent, shallow and quick. You're praying there are no approaching footsteps to match the rapid pattering of your heart in your ears.
There's nothing. Everything is right here in front of you, one hand clutching his stomach as tears of silent laughter spring to the corner of his eyes.
He's trying to be quiet as you are, cognizant of the kids not too far away, but a peal of laughter still escapes when he goes to take a breath. "Wish you could see your face."
It's very tempting to remind Suguru what his face looked like, flushed and panting, too strung out to look like anyone but himself, but you're not quite that shameless.
You're also not quite detached enough not to etch this face into your memory too. The one that looks like it comes from a different time and place entirely from anywhere you've been with Suguru before. You think that maybe this is what's on the other side of Suguru's poisoned dream.
Someone joyous and terrible, who does not need to understand their place on the altar of the world because it is already known, someone who understands without burden.
Yet it's distinctly immature the way he snickers at you trying to restore a bit of your composure by channeling the heat in your body away.
If anyone ever finds this memory, you will blame the impulsiveness of youth on the way you hiss out "maybe we should actually get you pregnant with twins and see who's laughing." It's not exactly fair to start something you can't finish - you can hear water boiling on the stove - but you can also hear the way the air catches in his throat and see red splashing across his cheeks like you've slapped him.
There's a tingle that goes down your neck when you watch Suguru shiver, even while your hands are already going to your mouth. "Sorry," you squeak out past your fingers.
Suguru coughed out a sheepish laugh, red slowly making its way to the tips of his ears. "Weren't you the one that just said two makes you tired? What are we going to do with four?"
Keep you out of trouble for a year?
"I don't know," you say instead, almost without thinking, still in shock at your own words. "People says babies are cute. We missed the twins' terrible twos so we'd get to do that."
"Who wants to experience temper tantrums?"
At that you scoffed your eyes, "Like you haven't seen someone way older through a tantrum before."
The red was finally fading from Suguru's cheeks as he rolled his eyes in agreement. He sucked thoughtfully on the supplement pack, sitting back against the wall. You knew you were thinking of at least one of the same people.
He stayed on the floor when you got up and dumped a package of pasta into the now roiling pot, stirring it doubtfully. It wasn't what you had grown up eating and even following a recipe you weren't always sure you had gotten things right. The kids seemed to think it was good enough though so you left it after dumping more salt into the water.
You settled back down next to him. So rare were the days when you got him, just him, all to yourself. No robes, no swallowing down bitter curses, no cruel, empty shape to his face when he returned.
The sun was starting to set.
You pressed your forehead to Suguru's temple, caressing his cheek and pulling him as close as he would allow. Something in him fell away, resistance or tension. He gave the vaguest shiver once more when you used your other hand to slip beneath the collar of his shirt and trace your fingers around the bite on the back of his shoulder.
It wasn't a sorcerer's mating. Suguru accepted your distance from the cults' cursework but would not risk the hold on his power. He'd wanted the mark though. You were not sure why.
He still seemed less on-edge when the inevitable scuffle came down the hall and you pulled apart with one last nuzzle.
"Can I have a snack?" Nanako asked, but you could see Mimiko hanging in her shadow for a second before she brought her workbook up with her and set it down on the ground at your side.
Suguru offered Nanako the rest of the vitamin supplement and she just wrinkled her nose at him. His eyes were soft when he heaved himself up with a sigh, stretching to treat you with a flash of his toned stomach.
He just seemed smug when you tsk'd at him and he went to start cutting up an apple for the girls to share.
You brought Mimiko over to the table where you pointed out the correct strokes on her kanji practice.
Dinner was a more subdued affair, children tired but satisfied in their adventures. The twins recount the boat ride. It seems to have satisfied Mimiko's curiosity but now Nanako wants to go back. There's a zoo in your future apparently, but also she likes the water. And clambering back and forth between the boats. She's got a delinquent streak in her, a confident irreverence that makes it all too easy to imagine some other way for how she'd come into your life.
Mimiko cajoles her, already intent on imitating Suguru's surface level decorum. Nanako's power has to do with pictures but Mimiko is the one who watches with sharp dark eyes.
It's disrespectful to the food to be filled with such dark feelings but you again feel a pulse of hate for the villagers you had never met. The ones who had locked such bright young girls in a cage. The ones who had likely been involved in their parents' deaths.
You're not glad that Suguru killed them all but you are glad that they have you now. Spilling pasta sauce across the table and pouring their salad on top of it so they have a hard time finishing both things and all.
More dishes, more laundry, then the children to brush their teeth while Suguru showers and then you do the same right after while he reads to them, telling them sorcerers stories of spirits and old heroes. It's a rhythm that is all too easy to follow. There is always something to do in the house and Suguru refuses "monkey" servants in his living space so you two do it all yourselves.
If you wanted, it would be easy to forget just how far you've stumbled from the life you once thought you would live.
Suguru's hair is so long it is still damp when you pull a comb through it, sitting cross legged on the low bed. It's left a wet patch in the middle of his back and you pull the shirt from his skin so it dries faster. Your knuckles brush the soft skin at the back of his neck when you lift his hair but it's so typical you are in one anothers' space he barely blinks.
How strange to be sentenced to death but, in these moments, no longer feel destined to die.
You twist layers of Suguru's hair around your fingers to keep it from frizzing up while he reads to you, book lying open in one broad palm while he turns the pages with his left hand.
It's a book of poetry. Suguru claims that practicing the careful cadences helps him when he has to speak at the cult. There is something rhythmic and hypnotic, quietly powerful and passionately mad about the speeches he makes to the masses, stepping into that role. But you like listening to him read because he does it without flinching, without forcing himself to passionately hate the hands that wrote the words. He does better when he doesn't see normal people. You've not quite figured out how to bring up the fact that non-sorcerers do most of the producing in the world and you're not sure how he expects modern life to survive the purge.
You suppose he doesn't, expect it to that is.
"-here I choose to dwell, the world in which I live, men have named a 'Mount of Gloom'.
The color of the flower has already passed away while I set my gaze on trivial things-"*
His black hair is heavy like silk in your hands when you tug it out of the way to begin kneading into his back. Suguru's always been so beautiful. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick with muscle, his waist is wide too. He has a strong, solid silhouette built from years of fighting. He has scars, including the faded remains of the cross Toji had carved into his chest.
Sorcerers in this world did not often get a life of happiness.
Suguru put down the book in favor of pressing a kiss to the inside of your arm, pulling your fingers away from the scar. "You know having kids hurts, right?"
You buried your face in the back of his neck with a snort, rubbing your face into the soft sleep shirt and his solid back to scent your mate as he stroked the soft skin where his lips had just touched, wrapping both of his hands around yours so it was engulfed in his warmth, dipping his head to press his brow to your wrist. The wrong kind of hurt, masked again by a poor attempt at humor.
With your free hand you pressed circles into the muscle of his lower back and hips. Suguru folded forward with a low hum. He let you go so he didn't pull you over his shoulder, but his hand chased yours, fingers still tangled together for a moment over his shoulder.
"You always get tight when you're stressed and then you get headaches," you murmured. Still the wrong kind of hurt.
Suguru called your name. He lay the book in its nook within his bedside table and twisted around so that he was looking at you.
Looking at you with one of those half-stranger faces, as he often did when he wanted to lie to you. Only for it to become him again, only him, a flicker of something through his eyes.
"I'm fine," he said finally. "We knew that achieving my dream doing was going to be difficult."
You hadn't gone with him to change the world together. You also hadn't gone with him knowing that you could love someone this much. Even through this madness.
His cheek was soft and his lips softer when you kissed him. "I know."
Suguru's soft expression was the last thing you saw before using your technique to turn off the light. He huffed in faint amusement but didn't complain. He had not released you and you did not want to let him go.
You were already half tangled together before you laid side by side in the dark but as you always did, you curled around one another. Even if you did not start out this way, as long as you woke in the same bed beside your mate, it always ended up like this - twined together like choking vines, legs slotted together, arms tossed around one another.
Tonight Suguru hooked you close by your waist. His head you tucked under your chin, slowly resuming running your fingers through his hair, massaging circles at the base of his skull and rumbling in pleasure when he purred low and sleepy in response.
Even though I cannot help you, thank you for letting me take care of you.
You didn't know what mask he would put on tomorrow, but you knew who he was right now. It felt like stealing, all these moments and days when he was just with you, young and laughing and finding out who he was without the weight of a new world on his shoulders. Forgetting for a moment the blood on his hands.
No, most sorcerers did not get a life of happiness, but you would take what you could get and tuck it tight to your chest. No matter if it took longer and longer to find Suguru, no matter if one day you could still lose him.
*the poems are the end and start respectively of tanka 8 and 9 (Kisen Hoshi and Ono no Komachi) pulled by happy chance from the Hyakunin isshu which was an anthology collected by Fujiwara no Teika in 1235 and translated in 1917 by Clay MacCauley.
#getou suguru x reader#omega!suguru#alpha!reader#reader insert#alpha reader#omegaverse#io.omegas#jujutsu kaisen#i am quickly realizing that I might actually prefer writing the alpha goes with gojo version of this tragedy#it's not at all that i don't enjoy writing this. i love getou dearly#but there's a specific kind of pain associated with watching himfall further and further and knowing nothing can stop it#and writing from the point of view of someone who's not sure if they should lose themselves with him or hold onto the way things are normal#trying to keep him from being alone in the dark#i'm not sure if he's dark enough to make the alpha kill humans#but i also don't think they think they have the power/safety to teach the girls that they shouldn't kill humans#they don't think they have that right given the twins' history#incidentally the park they went to is probably Inokashira park#that's where the swan boats are famous but i'm also not thee most invested in 100% geographic accuracy#especially given i have no idea where getou's temple is located in the city (or if it's even in Tokyo)#calpico is actually really tasty it's like a milky fruit drink. it tastes like it should have yogurt in it but doesn't#shojin ryori is the overarching term for japanese style buddhist food#it's incredibly delicious and always seemed like it would be a pain to make because full sets really do come on like 10 different plates#anyway happy birthday you punk (fondly)#(guys i wrote this in like? december??? and I was so torn up about waiting until suguru's birthday but!#i didn't realize it would be here so soon! and i think it was worth the wait. I hope you do too <3)#happy birthday getou suguru
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(E, 10k, Louis/Sebastian Stan) The media thinks omega singer Louis Tomlinson is dating alpha actor Sebastian Stan because they bump into each other all the time.
Not Sure How To Say This Right by @wabadabadaba
(M, 7k, Louis/Florence Pugh) Louis had resigned herself to be Florence's best friend and watch from the sidelines as Florence gave her all to someone who didn't appreciate her. That was until she came home to Florence in her kitchen with a new hair cut, brownies and newly single.
As long as you're not afraid to feel by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment
(T, 5k, Louis/Liam) Liam can’t help sounding a bit suspicious as he replies, “You want to co-host Phantom Tales? Do you even believe in ghosts?”
With This Wing, I Thee Wed by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13
(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Nando’s?” Niall crosses his arms and pouts, a little line appearing between his eyebrows. “I want Nandos. I like Nandos.” “And I like my dignity,” Louis mutters.
Next Door by @allwaswell16
(NR, 2k, Louis/Rob Pattinson) When a stray cat starts coming round Louis' garden and bothering his dog, Louis and his best friend set out to capture it.
-Trick or Treat Fest-
(all 666 words)
Accidental Love by Laziam (MItCheLlInE) / @guilty1dlove
An Apple A Day by @lululawrence
Bloody Squid by rainblou / @loubbies
fallin' all in (love with) you by eynap / @panye
Foreshadowing by @neondiamond
Ghost Ship by cherrylarry | @beelou
head all full of stuffin' by Lhhome | @lhhomefics
Holy Guacamole! by bluegreenish | @greenblueish
Hot Pumpkin Guy by downcamethelightning | @sxvedbyastranger
i've been looking for the missing piece by @dragmedown
Meet-Woof by @littleroverlouis
Needle by @nouies
Scare me, baby by TeamLouis / @teamlouis2022
Spellbound by yourlionheartx / @djtommotomlinson
Swallowpeen by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright
Sweet Talk by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment
the ghost of love keeps haunting me by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
The Rescue by @haztobegood
there’s a house in english bond (somebody planned to stay) by safetyfilm / @larrieblr
What’s cookin’, goodlookin’? by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou
Who wants to snog a ghost? by @fallingdefenceless
You Really Should Keep Driving by @homosociallyyours
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i know i'm about about 20 years late to this but i was waiting for other people to ask, but they never did! so for the wip game, please pretty please tell us about all the rest of the fics!! news paper au, vampire apocalypse, military brats au, angels & demons au, star wars au, rock music au, & Caligator - Slave fic hurt comfort Dystopian! sorry for being greedy ho, i can't help it when it comes to your stories 😔😔😔
It's never too late! 😊 And It's amazing to know you like my stories. Some of these others have asked about - the tag search system is broke af on my blog so my apologies. I will link those. But starting with the new stuff:
Star Wars Au - Billy is a powerful Jedi Knight with a reputation for rule breaking and struggling to control his emotions. After a busted up mission he's one step from being kicked out of the order, but gets an unexpected second chance. The mission is to travel to an outer planet and retrieve a mysterious Sith holocron, and to stop the sith lord who may also be hunting it. A simple enough mission, until he becomes entangled with a rogue pilot (with ridiculous hair). Steve's the rebellious son of a powerful trade conglomerate whose only interests seem to be star ships, girls, and getting into trouble; but there's more to him than meets the eye. On the plus side, Steve is not the Sith lord the council warned him to be wary of. On the downside he is the sith lord's apprentice and Billy just slept with him. AKA Struggling Jedi Knight Billy falls for Sith Steve. Two men, two different sides of the force. Is there a path between the darkness and the light that no one has found?
Rock Music Au - Steve is a closeted country singer who is part of a pop-country duo with his longtime girlfriend Nancy. Billy is a jaded rockstar down on his luck who takes a job as a janitor at a friend's studio in Nashville. A chance encounter one night at the studio allows him to hear Steve working on some new material. Steve is stuck creatively, stuck in a dying relationship, and is unable to be his authentic self and is depressed. Billy hears something in his music - real shit - and for the first time in months he's able to write music again. Steve is wary at first but he gives the song Billy gave him a try and it KILLS, blazing to the top of the charts. While Steve fights with his managers and Nancy about the changes he wants to make with his music, he falls into an affair with Billy who introduces him to the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Billy can't stop making music whenever they're together, it's like Steve is his muse. But then everything goes crash, because it was always going to. You can't swap one addiction for another and call it healing. Steve's friends rush in to sweep up the pieces. Billy moves away and finally gets the help Max has been begging him to. He gets better, but he can't help looking back and wondering where Steve is now. Whether he's happy or if he and Nancy worked things out. Surely he wouldn't wait for Billy. But maybe he looks back too, and wonders if they can salvage the beauty in the broken?
Vampire Apocalypse - The apocalypse has arrived in the form of a strange disease that is killing off the human population and turning them into bloodsuckers. Not true vampires, but more like ravenous zombies with spoiled blood. Vampires can't even drink from them! Once hunted by humans, covens and werewolf packs have risen in prominence as the remaining population seeks protection from the hordes of the infected. Steve a half vampire runs away from his coven and hides out in a werewolf pack posing as an ordinary human. Things start to get complicated when he falls for Billy the alpha. Can they make it work or will the end of the world and ancient rivalries tear them apart?
Military Brats - Billy is a military brat, the golden child of the base who strives for perfection under his abusive father Neil. Steve is a queer rebellious punk who is the son of a big brass. The Harringtons are transferred to Cali due to Steve's misbehavior and an incident on the last base, and his reputation proceeds him among the military families. Neil warns Billy to stay away from Steve. Not to cause trouble on account of who his father is, but never to be alone with him. But that's hard to do when Steve seems to set his sights on Billy from the beginning and goes out of his way to give him a hard time. But what starts off as rivalry changes when Steve realizes that Billy isn't safe to be anything else but the perfect son, and slowly they start to peel back each others layers. Steve gives Billy a safe space to rebel and figure out who he really is, and Billy helps Steve realize he' shouldn't have to scream for attention, and that he's worth more than he thinks he is. They save each other.
News Paper Au
Calligator - Slave Fic
Angels & Demons AU
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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 2
*Warning Adult Content*
- Ash -
I watch the male wolf stalk through the woods, a predatory air about him as he slinks through the trees. I don't dare move, keeping my breathing quiet as I try not to make a sound.
I'm hidden behind a thick brush, praying that it's enough coverage for my light fur as I peek out at the wolf through the leaves. There's no doubt he's an Alpha by his large, built frame, a body designed to kill.
He's coming closer and I swallow in fear as I realize he's more than double my size. His fur is a dark brown, nearly black and it's hard to keep my eyes trained on him as he moves, blending in with the shadows of the trees.
I'd been running on adrenaline the entire night, just hiding and moving slowly as I tried to stay conscious. Now I have no idea where I am and no decided destination.
A hopeless situation, really. And now it's morning, the sun peeking through the foliage, to my misfortune.
The cover of darkness is much easier to hide in. My paws are so sore, they feel rubbed raw and I'm pretty sure they've got all kinds of splinters in them because I haven't used my wolf enough lately to have formed calluses on them.
Then I see something in the corner of my eye and look down, spotting a horrendous giant spider crawling over the dirt toward me at lighting speed. If there's one thing about me it's that I'm deathly afraid of bugs and the ones with multiple legs are the absolute worst.
Without thinking, I skitter back, my tender paw landing on a sharp twig that makes me whimper in pain though I try to stop it. The wolf stops in his tracks, ears straightening in alert.
Shit. He heard it. I watch in horror as he sniffs the air.
He can smell my unfamiliar scent, my fear. Alphas always can.
I lower myself to the ground in a last-ditch effort, losing sight of him as I cower in the dirt and leaves. I can't run now, he's too close and he'd catch up to me in seconds.
All I can do is wait, holding my breath as I pray to the Moon Goddess that he won't find me. I don't know who he is but an unknown Alpha is always a threat, whether he's a rogue or from a different pack.
And then I feel it. Something's watching me.
I look up and I find myself staring into glowing amber eyes, so intense and threatening in their nature that I lose my breath. He's found me.
He's looking at me over the brush and I back up on my haunches, trembling in fear. There's no way to communicate with him in our wolf forms because he's not in my pack and mind-link is reserved for only fellow pack members or bonded mates.
The wolf doesn't attack. He just stares at me menacingly, almost looking curious.
He seems to realize we won't be able to talk like this and I watch as he transforms, his wolf morphing into a humanoid figure before me. As he rises to his full height I question what I thought I knew about Alphas.
I've always thought Alpha Ferix was tall but this man puts him to shame, standing at what looks like 6'7".
The brush covers the majority of his body, which I don't know if I should or should not be thankful for because he's in his birthday suit and I don't know if I'm ready to see his entire package upon first meeting.
But from what I can see of his broad shoulders and strong, chiseled jaw, I know that his human form shares a great likeness with his powerful wolf.
"You shouldn't be here," he says, voice rumbling and deep as he addresses me.
I don't respond. I can't respond, really. I'm still in wolf mode and I'm too embarrassed to transform in front of him.
"Do you know where you are?" he asks.
I shake my head quickly. All I know is that Dark Moon is far behind me.
"This is Shadow Pack territory, little wolf."
I feel my blood run cold. Shadow Pack. That's where I am.
This scary wolf is from Shadow Pack. I try not to let the shock on my face show at his words.
Because if this Alpha figures out I'm from Dark Moon, the enemy, he'll probably kill me on the spot. There is no friendly blood between our packs, no, just very very bad, murky blood.
The perimeter guards of my pack are trained to kill Shadow Pack members on sight and I'm sure it's not so different here.
"What pack are you from?" the Alpha asks the dreaded question and I know I have to lie.
"Blood Creek?"
I shake my head.
"Silver Tree?" he continues, listing off the nearby packs.
I don't know what to do so I just shake my head again.
"Dark Moon?" he says the words in an odd tone, one full of resentment.
I nearly nod but then I catch myself, shaking my head a bit too vigorously. I feel ridiculous by now, shaking my head over and over because I can't use my voice.
But am I really ready to be stark naked in front of this guy as he interrogates me?
My clothes are long gone, having ripped off me when I transformed and now the only thing I can possibly use around me is a leaf that I could put over my crotch.
Somehow that sounds worse than being naked.
"So what are you, then? A rogue?" the man says, eyeing me skeptically.
I have to have an answer. And being a rogue at this moment doesn't seem all that bad. So I finally nod.
The movement after all my previous head-shaking makes me woozy, setting off the throbbing pain in the back of my skull. I falter, sinking toward the ground as I whine in pain.
I take shallow breaths, trying to see what the man is doing as I lie against the dirt. Is he going to spare me?
I don't think I can be considered much of a threat as a teenage omega with a head injury.
But I can't see properly, it's blurry and I don't know what's happening until I feel strong arms around me, picking me up off the hard ground.
I'm being carried then, against a firm chest as I try to stay conscious to see what's going to happen to me. But it's impossible and all I can do is go slack against him, leaving my fate in his hands.
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Meg's Game of Tales: Tale 1
*familiar characters are, of course, not mine! And the original fairytale is the work of the Brothers Grimm!*
Warnings: Slightly dark, especially toward the end. Some steam?? Angst. Probably an overuse of variants of the word "wolf", and Oberyn is a warning all his own.
Pairings: Oberyn x fem!reader
As you walked through the village, you could almost drown in the fear and anxiousness. That meant only one thing. The wolf had come out again and the people were scared. But not you. You'd never been afraid of the wolf not even when you had grown up to the age of the girls that disappeared. The bodies of the wolf's victims were always found. Except for the young women, usually between 17 and 25. Their bodies were never found.
"Come along. We need to get to your grandmother's," your mother said, pulling your arm gently. You followed after her and used your free hand to wrap your red cloak tighter around you. Winter was coming as was evident by the light coating of snow on the ground and trees.
"Coming, Mother." Your mother smiled at you before you heard a call of her name. You realized that another villager needed your mother's help. You weren't surprised. She was a midwife. She was needed all the time. "Go on. I can get this basket to Grandmother's. I'm not a child any longer and I know the way." Your mother bit her lip, thinking if it was a good idea. When her name was called again, she sighed.
"Very well. Go as quickly as you can, stay on the path, and whatever you do, never-"
"Take off the hood," you finished at the same time. You heard the speech every single full moon. The cloak had been a hand-stitched gift from your grandmother. According to legend, wearing a red clock could keep the wolf at bay and you would be safe. You weren't sure you believed that, but you humored your grandmother by wearing it every time you went out and especially during the full moon.
Leaving your mother with a kiss, you headed out of the village and into the dank, dark woods. To many, the woods seemed haunted. A place no one should ever dare to enter. However, your grandmother lived just on the other side of the wood and you knew your path. You'd been walking it at least once a week for your entire life. The woods held no fear for you. At least, usually.
You took your first step into the trees just as the sun beginning to set. If you hurried, you could be at your grandmother's house just after dark. The basket you carried with your grandmother's food for the week was clutched firmly in your hand as you walked deeper into the woods. A little hum of a song escaped your throat while you walked. For some reason, you felt at home here and it made your steps lighter. You almost felt like skipping until you heard a noise, causing you to freeze on the spot.
"Hello?" you called but received no reply. After a moment of silence you shrugged your shoulders and kept walked. This time, however, you felt like you were being watched. If you hadn't known better, you'd swear you heard a growl. You were so focused on the strange sounds that you never heard him coming.
A scream tore from you when you felt two arms around your middle. You nearly began crying until you heard a familiar voice in your ear. "It is not safe for you to be outside, Flower." You relaxed instantly, spinning in the arms of your lover. "You scared me," you admitted. That earned a cheeky grin. "It's not funny, Oberyn!" He laughed out loud that time before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
"However shall I make it up to you, my flower?" You rolled your eyes and bit your lip. "Meet me tonight? You know I'll have to stay at Granny's tonight. I could use the company." Oberyn gave you that dazzling smile you loved. "Only if I can sneak in your window. The cold doesn't agree with me, as you know." You giggled. Of course you knew. If you were being honest, it was the cold of the last winter that ended up being the reason you found your way into Oberyn's bed.
"I have to go. I'll see you tonight?" He nodded and kissed you again before leaving you for the time being. With your rendezvous with Oberyn planned, you turned back toward your grandmother's house with newfound energy and determination.
Your grandmother greeted you with a hug and a smile before letting you in. You went to remove your cloak, but a sharp noise from her stopped you. "Y/N, we've told you never take off the hood. Not even inside. Not when the wolf is about." You bit back a sigh. You couldn't understand why she and your mother were like this. It was just a cloak. Surely they didn't really believe it had some kind of magical power attached to it to keep the wolf at bay. Nevertheless, you kept it on until you could retire to the room your grandmother kept for you.
After a sweet, "goodnight, Granny," you closed and bolted the door behind you. As soon as you were safely tucked away, you removed the heavy cloak. "Finally," you breathed out. You began bouncing in anticipation of Oberyn coming to see you. And it didn't take him long. "Little Red, let me in or I'll huff and puff and-" you threw open the window and shushed him. "Granny will hear you. Get in here."
Oberyn hopped in the window, gracefully landing on your bed. You let out a soft giggle. "You are ridiculous." He shrugged before pulling you down with him. He laced his fingers with yours and you hummed in content. You glanced at your joined hands. "You have such big hands." He chuckled while using his free hand to grip your waist. "All the better to hold you with." You rolled your eyes. "My what a wicked tongue you have." Oberyn shifted so your back was on the bed and he hovered over you. "All the better to taste you with," he whispered as his lips pressed against yours fervently.
*time skip*
You awoke the next morning to a pounding at your door. You bolted upright and glanced around in confusion. Oberyn was gone and you were alone once more. "Y/N! Open the door!" you heard your mother call out. You shot out of bed and unbolted the door. "Oh thank the g- Why didn't you answer? And where is your cloak?!" your mother cried, wrapping you in a hug.
"I was asleep, Mother. What is going on?" Your mother exchanged a glance with your grandmother. "The wolf was here. Took out a few of Granny's chickens and sheep. We found tracks outside your window. Both human and wolf." You instantly froze. Had the wolf gotten to Oberyn when he left you? You ran to the window and glanced down. Sure enough there were human and wolf tracks. You grabbed your cloak, pushed passed your family, and went outside to investigate.
Upon closer inspection, you realized that the footprints were both coming and going from your window. But worse than that, they seemed to disappear when the wolf tracks started. Your eyes widened. You'd read stories of wolves that could be human all the time except at the full moon. Then they turned into ruthless monsters. Wolves. Werewolves.
The next thought that came to you nearly had you sinking to your knees. The only person that had been near your window the night before was Oberyn. Was he the wolf? Could the man you loved be the wolf that terrorized the village? You didn't want to believe it. It was almost better to believe that the wolf had carted him off. But you knew that wasn't true when you saw his form rushing toward you.
"Are you alright?!" he demanded, "I heard the wolf had been here. Y/N? Flower, are you alright?" You nodded, not really seeing him but the monster you thought he might be. "I need to talk to you. Alone," you whispered, "Meet me in an hour at our spot." Oberyn's brow furrowed in confusion, but he agreed and left after pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You had to dodge a hundred questions about where you were going when you headed off to meet Oberyn a little while later. You didn't need your family worrying any more than they already were. So when their backs were turned, you snuck out. As you passed by your window, you did you best to ignore the footprints that were slowly being covered in new fallen snow. If you looked, you'd lose your courage.
Oberyn was already waiting for you when you arrived at your spot. He moved to hug you, but you stepped back. The look of hurt that crossed his face almost had you backing down. It was so out of place. "Flower?"
"Are you the wolf?!" you blurted out, unable to stop yourself. Your eyes met Oberyn's and he laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, Y/N." He grinned at you, but this time, there was something different there. Something sinister. He took a step toward you and you backed away. He put his hands on his hips, shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.
"You truly don't know, do you? Very well. I suppose there's no sense in lying to you anymore. But I am not the only one. There's more than one wolf. There always has been. The problem is, once these girls reached the age of 17 and their wolves started fighting to get out, they had no control. I had to do something. So they had to disappear. Believe me, it hurt me just as much. Losing potential pack members is never easy on me."
"You killed them. You really are the wolf. I was hoping…" you trailed off. Your head was spinning. You really had hoped you were wrong. But there was no denying it now; Oberyn was the wolf. Oberyn shrugged a bit. "I couldn’t have a pack of unruly wolves and I didn't have time to train them all to control it. So yes, I hunted them down and carted them off. I was protecting the villages, as I have always done."
"Protecting them?! You've slaughtered dozens of women!" Oberyn shook his head with a sigh. "Slaughtered is a rather harsh term, Flower. As I said, they would have harmed those that aren't wolves deep down. As the Alpha wolf, it my job to keep them in line." You licked your lips. "And what about me? Where do I fit in all of this? The cloak doesn't really protect me from wolves like you, does it?"
Oberyn blinked in surprise for a moment before throwing back his head in laughter. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for his fit to be done. You didn't appreciate being laughed at at a time like this. "Oh my dear Flower. The cloak was never meant to protect you from me. Once you came of age, it was meant to protect everyone…from you." It was your turn to laugh.
"Right. So you're saying that I'm-" Oberyn's lips were still turned up in a sly grin as your brain struggled to make the connection. It wasn't possible. Absolutely impossible. Oberyn continued on, his fingers playing the edge of your cloak. "Your grandmother was smart, I'll give her that. But she read the wrong information. The red cloak doesn't protect against the wolf's attack. It prevents the wolf from changing at all. Except you, my naughty Little Red, never seem to remember your grandmother's most important rule. Never," he began, taking a step closer to you, "Take. Off. The. Hood."
Your back was pressed up against a tree now. Your heart raced a mile a minute as did your brain. One look in Oberyn's eyes told you that he was absolutely telling you the truth. You were a wolf too. And it made sense. The insistence of your grandmother to where the cloak. The fact that you weren't afraid of the wolf. The fact that your grandmother always lost a few sheep whenever you stayed overnight with her.
But that meant you were still in danger from him. For the first time, you were actually afraid of what would happen next. "W-What are you going to do?" you asked. Your voice was barely above a whisper. Oberyn chuckled darkly, his mouth hovering just by your ear as one hand supported him against the tree and the other moved your throat. "Oh, Flower, haven't you guessed? I'm going to make you mine. Forever."
The End??
(a/n: I hope you enjoyed our first tale! Come back next week for tale #2! Tag lists for Meg's Game of Tales are open and separate from my normal taglists!)
#meg's game of tales#game of thrones#fairytale au#little red riding hood au#oberyn martell#oberyn martell x reader#oberyn x reader
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Next square filled!!
X's are completed, O's are WIPs, feel free to request a square if you'd like
Warnings: Major character deaths, blood and violence
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steter (pre-slash)
Words: 1018
Square Filled: "You said you would let them go."
Ao3 link
Waking Stiles up has never been an easy thing to accomplish. For himself or his father. "Stiles!" The man yells, but he refuses to open his eyes.
Just five more minutes.
"Stiles!" Scott calls. Seriously? His dad can't let him get just a bit more sleep? He had to bring Scott into this?
"Stiles, please!' Lydia’s voice sounds pained. Broken. Like she's been crying. Why is she even in his room? That gets his attention.
Snapping his eyes open, Stiles' head starts to throb. An annoying ache behind his eye sockets that has him muttering curses to himself. What the-? His legs and wrists are bound to a chair in a poorly lit room of what looks like a warehouse. Maybe? He really can't tell. Whipping his head up, Stiles sees his dad, Scott, and Lydia tied up just the same across from him. "Guys?" Stiles croaks, jerking against the restraints, but they don’t budge.
"Come on, sweetheart."
His blood runs cold. Peter.
"You're smarter than that, sweet boy." Stiles wants to throw up. He knew something was wrong with Peter when he offered him the bite again after killing a feral Alpha.
Stiles has hope that he was wrong. Like an idiot. But still he told the wolf no. He refuses to be tied to Peter in any way. He'd have sooner picked Deucalion as an Alpha. "What are you doing?" Stiles asks, but his father cuts in before Peter can answer.
"Let my son go!"
"If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll gag it again." Sure enough, there's a cloth wrapped around his father's neck. Stiles still can't see Peter, he must be behind him. When the human cranes his neck, it's too dark to make out any distinct features. "Now to answer your question, Stiles." The Alpha finally steps under the dim, yellow light, mouth already curled in a menacing grin. "I'm here so that you can finally tell me the truth."
"The truth?"
"Why don't you want the bite?" Peter crosses his hands behind his back as he stalks to Lydia's chair. "De be honest, Stiles. I'd hate to see something happen to such a pretty face." Claws grab her cheeks hard and the banshee winces in the hold.
"Let her go!" Stiles shouts, thrashing in his bindings.
Peter tuts at him like a child, "now, Stiles. That wasn't my question." Small drops of blood slide down Lydia's face where his claws puncture her skin. "Time's ticking."
A scowl falls on his face. "I do want the bite." Peter smiles with far too many teeth. "Just not from you." Stiles spits out, hoping the truth that the Alpha wanted so badly knocks him down a peg. Or three.
"Why not?" Peter looks genuinely confused, his voice too soft. Is he fucking stupid? No, just batshit crazy.
"Uh, because you've killed people?" Stiles spews sarcasm with ease.
Peter is inches away from his face, noses borderline brushing in an instant. The urge to headbutt is real. No matter how badly that'd hurt. Probably shouldn't antagonize an Alpha though, "so have you, my little fox."
Stiles resists the urge to gag at all the pet names. "At least I have the humanity to feel bad about it."
"And it's wrong that I don't?" The Alpha has never looked more like a puppy than when he cocks his head to the side. Genuinely finding no problem with the way he is.
Shaking his arms since he can't actually gesture wildly, "yes!"
"I could be so good for you, Stiles." Peter cups his cheek. The wolf's hand is warm and soft despite the calluses. "Be my Beta."
"Over my dead body."
"Not yours," Peter smirks and heads for Scott, claws at his best friend's throat, immediately drawing blood. "But theirs?" The wolf's eyes flash red and he snarls, "that can be arranged."
Fuck. Stiles knows when he's been beat. "So you're saying if I let you bite me, you'll let them go?"
"If you agree to be my Beta and leave Beacon Hills with me, yes." Peter rolls his eyes, an act Stiles would've missed if they weren't glowing, "I'll let them go."
His gaze locks with the three restrained people across from him. The most important people in the world to Stiles. His family. There's nothing he wouldn't do to protect them. Even if it means entertaining Peter. Lydia is crying, trying to hold it together and failing. His father is looking at him knowing exactly where his son's mind is going. Knowing there's nothing he can say to change Stiles' mind.
Scott shakes his head with wild, fear filled eyes. "Don't-" Peter tightens his grip on the true Alpha's throat, silencing his plea.
"I'll do it!"
Peter's claws retract and Scott's head slumps as he coughs to catch his breath. The Alpha is looming over him, cutting the bindings of his left arm. The wolf's eyes glow red and fangs protrude from his gums. Stiles screams through the bite. It fucking hurts.
With the transitioning human's blood still stuck to his teeth and dripping from his lips, Peter smirks. Stiles is writhing in pain, but coherent enough to watch the Alpha. "No!" He screams as Peter rushes Lydia, snapping her neck with a deafening crack. Doing the exact same to his father in quick succession and Stiles' heart shatters in his chest.
Stiles wails at the different amounts of pain coursing through him. "You said- you said you would let them go!" Stiles sobs, bleary eyes seeing Peter rip Scott's throat out, tossing the chunks on the floor. The almost wolf gags that time. "Fuck!" He screams, his free hand holding his pounding chest.
"And I did." Peter shrugs, "not my fault you didn't specify how." The Alpha glides over like he didn't just kill everyone Stiles cares about, cupping his cheek with a look that he's certain is meant to be filled with love. "Now you have nothing keeping you here. You're mine and we're leaving."
Before his swollen eyes can process what's happening there's a pinch in his arm and Stiles blacks out.
#ao3 fic#steter#stiles stilinski#peter hale#peter x stiles#teen wolf#bad things happen bingo#Match Writes
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(consider this more of a writing prompt than a request) I tried to read Theo Raeken's fandom wiki but couldn't get a sense of him. Can you sell him qua OC? Who is he? What does he want? What does he fear? What are the worst things he's done and what internal logic did that run on? In what ways has he been heroic, even if it may have been unrecognizable to others as such? (Concretely I'm hoping to read any answer and launch into reading fic about him)
This is still a sketch. Canon leaves a lot of lacunae around Theo, so I play with them, but this is one version:
Theo’s childhood leaves him a twisted shell of a person. He’s pushed by the evil scientists who kidnap him and make him their servant (for convoluted plot reasons) to commit horrible acts, beginning with the death of his sister when he’s ten years old. His exact involvement in her death is not clear from the canon. He stands over her, very still, and watches her die, but it’s not clear if he coldly killed her or was simply a drugged victim of the scientists, who mess with people’s perception of reality. My headcanon, based on other canon references, is that the scientists, who are obsessed with creating “the perfect evil,” also push him to kill his parents and eat human flesh, and do lots of other awful things that he pretends don’t haunt him so he doesn’t go mad. Theo is very good at pretending, and learns to stifle his feelings to the point that he can really only be honest about them when he’s actively lying about something else. When he lies to the sheriff about witnessing a murder, for instance, he indirectly acts out his grief over the death of his sister as he chokes out, “I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t do anything.”
After eight years with the evil scientists, he’s a wicked little gremlin. He’s a practiced liar and manipulator, whose speciality is to push people to embrace their darkest urges. When we meet him, he’s trying to turn Scott’s pack as dark as he is, to retroactively justify his own acts to himself, and to make it more certain that the pack will accept him for who he truly is. Theo wants very, very badly to be accepted. Part of it is personal, after a lonely life of being the scientists’ Igor, filled with self-loathing for the things he’s done. Part of it is also pragmatic; as the scientists grow closer to success (resurrecting an evil monster, don’t ask) they have less and less use for him. The scientists kill things they have no use for--failures. Theo isn’t a failure, but he’s not quite a success either, in the scientists’ eyes. Theo is petrified of failure, and the scientists. He wants the safety a powerful pack will provide. The stark difference in power between him and the scientists has led him to equate power and safety.
He works on corrupting all of Scott’s pack members, but focuses his efforts on Malia, Stiles, and Liam. He pushes Malia to try to kill her mother. If she does, no one could judge him for killing his own parents. He pushes Stiles to destroy his friendship with Scott. Stiles looks out for Scott the same way Theo’s sister looked out for him—if he’s actually terrible, deep down, then maybe his sister was too. Then no one could judge him for watching her die. With Liam, his goal is more cathartic. He wants Liam to lash out furiously at Scott for refusing to bite someone, especially when refusing means someone’s death.
Though Theo can pass for a werewolf, he’s actually a weak mockery of one, the result of the scientists’ surgeries rather than being bitten. It’s why his sister needed to die, her heart a necessary organ transplant before the scientists could begin their surgeries (show logic, don’t ask). Theo hates them for it, though he’s suppressed that emotion as a survival tactic while living under their cruel thumb. He tells himself he’s embraced their philosophy of experiments with the supernatural, but deep down is the plaintive question he had as a small, confused child: why didn’t they just make him a real werewolf? He would have been stronger, faster, better in every way than this half-thing they made him. He could have just been bitten, instead of all that surgery.
They wouldn’t have had to kill his sister, if they’d just made him a real werewolf.
Scott is the only one whom Theo can’t corrupt. He’s everything Theo isn’t: powerful, honest, accepted, not only a real werewolf but a special one. Unlike every other Alpha in existence—and Theo—he got his werewolf powers without anyone needing to die for it. Theo is obsessed with him. He needs to destroy him. He does.
Scott uses his dying breath to tell Theo that his pack will never accept him. Infuriatingly, he’s right.
He also comes back from the dead, which complicates Theo’s plans even further.
Theo makes his own pack of people he brings back from the dead. They’re all experiments the scientists no longer had any use for, which Theo hates as a potential reflection of himself, but they seem easy to control. He tries to make them embrace their darkest urges. He’s not quite successful. It doesn’t help that, in a bid for more power, Theo captures an Alpha named Deucalion, who is working to sabotage Theo as a favor to Scott. Deucalion drives some of Theo’s pack away, and shows Theo how to consume others for power. Faced with the choice between a pack and power, Theo chooses power. In the end, he consumes even Tracy, the one person who does actually accept Theo, for who he truly is, lovingly and unconditionally.
Theo is now very powerful. He’s also completely alone, having broken even with the scientists. He’s wretched. He hates Scott more than ever. He tries to kill him and his pack again—and finds himself promptly sent to a hellscape by one of Scott’s pack, where he wakes up to find his sister waiting for him, ready to rip his heart out, again and again and again.
Things get interesting when Liam brings him back from hell, hoping some of the powers he consumed will help them with their current crisis. Over the course of months in hell, however, Theo’s extra powers have been stripped away, along with his smug artifice and his will to live. When Malia starts to beat him to death in a fit of rage, he simply lets her, the same way he eventually simply let his sister take his heart over and over. He recovers from his hell-induced despair enough to try to manipulate and negotiate and generally gremlin his way to safety, but it’s clear he has no idea what to do beyond that. As the one who brought him back from hell, Liam feels responsible for him, which to him means making sure Theo isn’t a threat, bullying him into being helpful, hitting him when he’s being annoying, and offering genuine friendship to Theo if he does actually help. Theo alternates between coldly telling Liam that he’ll leave him for dead the first chance he gets, and almost compulsively saving Liam’s life. He also hits Liam, when he thinks he can get away with it. He’s never had a friend before.
After that crisis is over, Theo languishes. For the first time in his life, no one is telling him what to do. There’s nothing to prompt him to try to find power or a pack, or anything else he once failed at completely. He’s also homeless. And alone. When something creepy and supernatural happens to him in the middle of the night, the only person he can think to call is Scott—but he doesn’t, held back by shame. He remains, in my humble opinion, quite obsessed with Scott. I’m tipping my shipper hand here, but I think what was once the desire to destroy Scott has become the desire to have… something else from him. Not just forgiveness. Theo’s not sure what. It’s been a long time since he was honest with himself about what he feels. He’s working on it.
He chooses to stay in Beacon Hills. Mostly, he continues to lie and push, but he does it to help the pack--particularly Liam, who needs a lot of help with the same anger Theo once exploited. His most redemptive moment is when he chooses to ease a dying enemy’s pain, one of his first completely unselfish acts of kindness. The show ends with him as an “ally.”
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Deliverance| S.M Werewolf AU
Part One🐺
The woods had always been a place of comfort for me. A place to escape the madness of my life- of serenity. of course I'd heard the stories of vicious wolves who roamed the darkness waiting to prey on the innocent,but I always put it down to stories, gossip, folklore designed to stop kids from venturing too far. That was until the day I was taken.
A rogue pack had taken me as their personal toy, all the anger and frustration they felt was taken out on me. It was a good day if I got a bit of stale bread, and only one beating. On bad days there would be no food and constant, torturous abuse.
I had endured it for 13 year, my small body the reflection of years of malnutrition and hurt, but I'd finally escaped.
I had bid my time, waiting till they made an inevitable error, and it had finally happend. One of the younger wolves had forgotten to check the padlock when they'd had their fun with me and I'd seized the opportunity and run as fast as I could. but I wasn't fast enough. The alarm had been sounded and there were now several wolves hot on my heels and I could run no further I had to accept my fate. He was less than a metre away from me when our of nowhere another wolf - russet in colour intercepted him in mid air, knocking him over with the force of an elephant. I could hear the snarling and snapping of jaws as I finally collapsed and
surrendered, the last thing I remember was a tall young man walking towards me .
When I woke it was to a mass of activity.
I drifted in and out of sleep, hearing people talking.feeling hands on me, there was even something about the alpha wanting to see 'her', and a 'mate' and something else about ' killing the pack that did this'. What that meant I couldn't know in my delirium.
When I managed to finally open my eyes and get past the blindly bright light above me, I was met with the image of a man-pacing back land forth, muttering to himself. And the more immediate threat of someone fiddling with the sheet that lay over me.
Surely with a man this good looking, this close to me it had to be a dream, I tried to convince myself, but someone shattered the dream almost as soon as is materialised.
"Well hello sweetheart, I'm glad to see you're finally awake," the voice came from that of and older woman with long greying hair braided out of her face "My name's Judy, I'm your nurse," she smiled down at me. "Are you in any pain?" She asked.
I took a moment to take everything in, but I was still unable to make sense of it all.
"Where am I?" I asked, trying to sit up, but everything protested as soon as I moved, even muscles I didn't know I had.
"Just stay still for now dear, you don't want to hurt yourself further," the nurse-Judy spoke kindly, helping me to resettle myself.
Something, maybe me speaking seemed to wake the man from his trance like state and he turned to meet my confused gaze.
He was tall, he had to be at least 6 foot, with sliflghtly tanned skin, the most rich brown eyes I'd ever seen, and hair that was neatly cut, except for a few unruly curls at the front of his head which didn't want to co-operate with the hair gel he'd obviously used to style it.
"Oh,oh thank God." the man rushed over to the side of the bed stopping mere inches from my face.
I could feel my heart rate picking up as panic set in, not used to people (let alone males) being this close without hurting me.
I turned to Judy asking desperately with my eyes for help
She must have got the memo because she cleared her throat and spoke.
She seemed somewhat hesitant though "Alpha, I don't mean to overstep my boundaries, I know you must be worried sick as we all are, however would it not be prudent to give the girl some space?"
The man searched my face for a moment, before straightening and stepping backwards.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he muttered guiltily.
"You didn't," I lied before I could think about it.
"My name's Shawn what's yours?" he asked holding his hand out for me to take.
I kept my mouth shut, years of torture telling me to keep quiet. He dropped his extended up so it was back at his side.
"Alrighty then, when you're ready. I won't push you." He spoke, it seemed as though he was trying deliberately to keep his tone, soft, conversational and I appreciated it.
At that moment the doctor walked in. "It's good to see you awake Miss," he spoke echoing Judy's words.
"I'm sorry to say you're quite banged up." Shawn started pacing again at his words.
"
I would have sworn I heard a growl.
"Shawn you have to stay calm," Judy spoke, it sounded almost as if she was trying to comfort him, confusing me further.
Once the doctor left Shawn calmed down, having dragging a chair from outside my room to sit beside my bed.
"I heard something about killing another pack?" I asked weighing my words cafefully. "So are you all wolves too?"
"Yes, honey, but I promise you're safe here," he replied softly, looking over at me. I looked down again, not able to take the human interaction.
"Everytime I look at you, you look down. Why is that?"he asked, sounding sad.
" I didn't mean to upset you," I panicked.Starting to pick at the I.V in my arm, it was something I always did when I was nervous, picking things, my skin, nails whatever seemed to help.
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that, I'm not mad," he cut me off. "I just mean I've noticed it is all," he lay a hand carefully on my arm and surprisingly the contact helped.
"I don't know," I pondered, distracted by his touch. There was a weird, warm feeling flowing from the point of contact straight up to my chest, not dissimilar to when your hands or feet go numb and then start to respond again. It wasn't unpleasant, just strange. "I guess, I'm not used to positive human contact," I admitted, looking up to see him shaking his head.
"Are you the Alpha?" I asked suddenly. He looked at me, surprise washing over his face at the boldness of my question.
"Yes, I am," he spoke proudly. "Of the Shadowmoon Pack, greatest pack in all of Canada if you ask me," he smiled.
I liked the way he was so confident. It made me feel safe and secure. A few more hours past with us sitting in a comfortable silence, I couldn't help but feel safe around him, and as foreign as the feeling was, I also craved it.
"Are you ready to go home now Poppet?" Judy ssekd, making her way into my room again sometime later and starting to mess around with the I.V tubing.
I looked at her panicked.
"Home?" I squeeked. Surely they weren't really going to send me home. It wasn't a home where I'd come from it was a hell, my own personal hell and I'd be damned if I was going back.
Shawn seemed to noticed my emotions and stepped forward, slowly holding his arms out, and instead of backing away as I had done earlier,I surprised us both and stepped into his hold.
He was warm and comfortable, our bodies seemed to fit perfectly,denim of his jacket just scratchy enough and the now semi familiar tingling from our contact pleasant enough to ground me somewhat. I stayed like that for a minute or so before I became a little more aware of what I was doing. I was hugging a near stranger,worse he was a male, worse again Ii was actually lettung myself like it.
Sorry, I blushed, stepoing away quicky and looking down.
"You don't need to apologise," he smiled.
"What was the tingling I felt" I asked wanting to change the subject.
"That is what you get when two mates make contact" He smiled wider than I had ever seen a person smile, his fangs being exposed in the process.
I stood, silently, shocked.
"Are you okay" He asked moving to step towards me, I held a hand up and he halted midstride.
"I promise you. We'll take things slowly, right now I just want to get you home- to our home," he amended when he saw the look of panic in my face. "So you can rest."
I nodded. Still not entirely comfortable, but what other choice did I have? Go back to the pack that had tortured me all these years, or even end up homeless on the street? And from everything I'd seen Shawn seemed like a genuinely nice person, who everyone respected. Plus,if he was telling the truth, which from heat I could tell, he was, he was my mate and from all the stories I'd heard as a child, your mate was meant to be the one person in the world who would do anything for you, be anywhere for you. They would literally protect you with their lives.
"Shawn I don't have anything to wear," I whispered embarrassed again, looking down at the gown which barely covered anything as Judy finally finished what she was doing in the corner of he room having taken out my I.V. and left.
"I brought you some clothes, don't worry," he smiled.Pullnig out the most comfortable pale pink sweater I'd ever seen, he handed it to me and I was hit with his scent.
"This is yours?"
",Is that okay?" he worried. " I could go home and get something from one of the girls if you're uncomfortable," he offered.
I just smiled,letting out a little giggle at the extreme level of concern he was showing, which caused him to immediately relax l, shoulders dropping, a slight smile gracing his lips as he shook his head softly.
"Can you turn around please?" I requested. He did as asked giving the privacy I so desperately craved.
When I was finished he took my hand, holding his other under my elbow to support my weight.
He was so patient, never rushing me as he lead me through the hospital and out the doors into the world. I couldn't help but savour the fresh air,the cold winter air burning my lungs but in a good way.
"I bet it feels nice to be outside again,"
I nodded, "How did you find me" I asked, as we continued to walk. It was as if now that I was free my mind could finally ask questions and process all the stuff I had never done previously.
"That's a story for when you've had some more rest," he answered, coming to a stop in front of a Jeep, opening the door and lifting me in. The tingling was still a shock,l everytime he touched my skin.
"Feel free to sleep we've got a bit of a drive ahead of us" he smiled reassuringly, before turning the ignition,the car coming to life.
I woke to someone shaking me,it was dark now and I immediately jumped back in my seat, unsure, before my groggy eyes made contact with Shawn's and I realised where I was and relaxed.
"I won't hurt you, you're safe now Pup," he murmured, moving to brush some hair out of my face with a feather-light touch. I blushed at the nickname."I was just waking you because we're here, this is home" I took in the house illuminated by lights in complete awe.
"So you're an Alpha and you don't hurt humans?" I asked as he helped me cafefully from he car.
"You're not human, you're an omega, but no I have nothing against humans," he added, holding me steady as I swayed on my feet slightly, not used to standing anymore.
I stood stunned again," I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll get to all of that, for now though, you need rest.
We made our way through the house in silence, I could hear other voices, yet we never came across anyone.
"This is my room," he spoke, shifting his grip on me slightly to open the door.
The room was large with huge french doors leading out to a balcony overlooking a big yard and a lake, soft- what looked like silk curtains framing the windows, a guitar sat in one corner a futon in the other. There was a record player in the corner, playing a soft melody which filled the space, creating a warm inviting feeling. In the centre of the room was the biggest bed I had ever seen.
It had several large cushions on it and a duvet cover that looked like it would feel like laying on clouds. Just this bed was bigger than he cell I'd been forced to spend so many years in,I thought with a shudder.
"This is your room?I stumbled over my words.
"Well I'm hoping it will be our room actually." Shawn spoke, scratching at his neck.
I turned panicked. "But only when you're comfortable I'm not about to force you into anything I promise."
He held his pinkie finger out, and I just looked at it unsure of what he wanted.
"Here," he smiled, taking my hand and locking my own little finger with his. "This is called a pinkie promise. It's like a pact that you don't break," he explained with a smile.
"Oh,I guess, I must have forgotten." I felt extremely stupid and shit up quickly, the only sound that of the record player still in the corner. I found it so comforting, my own father had had one when I was little and I could remember watching the record and needle spin for hours.
"There's a room adjacent to mine which I've had the maids freshen up, there's a comfortable bed and an ensuite with fresh towels and a toothbrush." he continued as if there wasn't just a massive awkward silence emitting solely from my lack of understanding.
He turned leading me back out and across the hallway to another door. When he opened it, I saw a room, smaller than his, but still warm and cosy, with a big bed, a window, lots of pretty lights and yet more records, this time hung in the wall.
"You didn't need to do this for me," I told him, as I took it all in.
"I wanted you to be comfortable," he shrugged.
He lead me back to his room where he sat down on the bed, kicking his shoes off and patting the spot next to him.
"How long was I out" I asked after a minute. He got what I meant immediately.
"Three days," he answered somberly.
"How are you feeling? he asked.
"Still very sore," I admitted.
"Here let me see your injuries." he reached over picking up a box of what I soon realised was full of first aid stuff.
He was extremely gentle as he tended to he cuts and scrapes that covered my shoulders, arms,and legs. He even managed to convince me to let him check my ribs. This I found uncomfortsbly and awkward once again, but he was careful not to make it any worse than it had to be and he had rewrapped them quicky and easily.
"How do you know how to do all this?" I asked quietly as he gently dabbed at a cut on my hand. "We'll I'm actually a trained doctor. When I'm not working as the Alpha, I work at the pack hospital. There all done," he announced,packing up the box and disposing of he rubbish in a small medical waste tin.
Half an hour later and I'd gotten changed, again into one of Shawn's oversized hoodies and made myself comfortable in his bed after he insisted I stay in his room incase I needed him.
"Sleep well, Pup, I'll be here if you need me."
He went to lounge on the futon, and I was left to drift to sleep, exhausted by the day's events. My sleep was fitful to satly the least, dreams bad nightmares melding to form weird and wonderful scenarios which would never make sense.
When I woke, it was to a soft knock on the door. Opening my eyes, I could see that it was still slightly light out, though dinner than it had been, probably somewhere around dusk. A girl with dark hair, dark eyes and a kind smile stepped tenntively into the room.
"My name's Karla. Im in the pack. It's nice to meet you," she added warmly. "Shawn's had to go deal with some pack matters so he asked me to come keep you company. I brought you some food. He said you might be hungry." She held out what looked like a croisant, the smell of butter instantly filling the room."I also brought a hair brush," she added. "I thought you might like to brush your hair, I know that always makes me feel better. Or I could do it?" she added again, shyly.
"Thank you."I whispered, my voice still hoarse.
The girl, Karla, came to sit on the bed. She had to be the same age as me. Maybe a year or two older.
"I hope the pack meeting doesn't go too long," she said as I started picking at my croisant. "Shawn won't want to be away from you, it's hard to be away from our mates." She looked dreamy as she spoke, leaving no question that she too had a mate.
"I'm nervous to meet everyone," I admitted with a frown, suddenly not hungry anymore.
"Aww, don't worry everyone will love you," she smiled. "We've all been waiting for ages for him to meet his mate and you're finally here." she clapped in excitement, breaking E and forcing me to smile just as Shawn came through the door with another soft knock.
"Ahhh, I see you've meet Karla," he smiled, raising his eyebrow a little bit. " I hope she's been telling you good things."
"Yep, what were you doing" I asked watching as he took his deniem jacket off- the same one from earlier and chucked it onto the futon, coming to sit next to me on the bed, careful not to invade my personal space.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked watching as I pulled the crosiant to pieces no longer interested by the food, now that I had him here.
"I'm alright," I shrugged.
He nodded, and we lapsed into yet another comfortable quiet.
It was only then that I realised Karla had left the room, she must have excused herself, seeing that she was no longer needed and didn't feel the need to encroach.The hairbrush however was still laying on the bed.
"I just want you to know," he spoke, breaking the silence after a while, "that no matter what happeneds you'll be safe here. I'll protect you with my life, it's my job both as your Alpha and as your mate," he spoke earnestly.
He was looking at me with such an intensity as he spoke that something broke inside of me, and I cracked. "Lucy," I whispered looking down and away from his gaze.
"What?" I could here the confusion in his voice.
"Lucy, my name, my name is Lucy." I spoke more clearly this time, though I still couldn't bring myself to look at him.
"Lucy, that's a pretty name," he murmured. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was reaching for me, and as much as I wanted to move, my body was frozen whether in fear or anticipation I couldn't know, but the next thing I knew both his hands were cupping my face. He was so gentle, almost as if he thought I would break. I looked up at him, once again taken aback by the intensity of his stare.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
"You're so pretty when you blush," he smiled, caressing my cheek.
"Please don't compliment me, I don't deserve it, I'm ugly," I repeated the words my captors had drilled into me for so many years.
"You, Lucy," he put emphasis on my name. "are anything but ugly. You are the most beautiful person I have ever known, inside and out."
"How can you say that?" I replied.
"Because, I can feel it Lucy, right here," he took my hand in his and placed it over his chest where I could feel his heart beat strong and sure. "I've been waiting for you my entire life. And now that I have you, it's my job, my honour to protect you with my life," he explained fiercly.
"Thank you," I chocked out, tears welling in my eyes.Leaning into his frame just slightly despite myself and my fears.
"No pup, thank you."
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Deliverance| A Werewolf Shawn AU
Part One
The woods had always been a place of comfort for me... A place to escape the madness of my life of serenity. of course I'd heard the stories of vicious wolves who roamed the darkness waiting to prey on the innocent,but I always put it down to stories, gossip, folklore designed to stop kids from venturing too far. That was until the day I was taken.
A rogue pack had taken me as their personal toy, all the anger and frustration they felt was taken out on me. It was a good day if I got a bit of stale bread, and only one beating. On bad days there would be no food and constant, torturous abuse.
I had endured it for 13 year, my small body the reflection of years of malnutrition and hurt,.but I'd finally escaped.
I had bid my time, waiting till they made an inevitable error, and it had finally happend. One of the younger wolves had forgotten to check the padlock when they'd had their fun with me and I'd seized the opportunity and run as fast as I could. but I wasn't fast enough. The alarm had been sounded and there were now several wolves hot on my heels and I could run no further I had to accept my fate. He was less than a metre away from me when our of nowhere another wolf - russet in colour intercepted him in mid air, knocking him over with the force of an elephant. I could hear the snarling and snapping of jaws as I finally collapsed and
surrendered, the last thing I remember was a tall young man walking towards me .
When I woke it was to a mass of activity.
I drifted in and out of sleep, hearing people talking.feeling hands on me, there was even something about the alpha wanting to see 'her', and a.'mate' and something else about ' killing the pack that did this'.. What that meant I couldn't know in my delirium.
When I managed to finally open my eyes and get past the blindly bright light above me, I was met with the image of a man-pacing back land forth, muttering to himself. And the more immediate threat of someone fiddling with the sheet that lay over me.
Surely with a man this good looking, this close to me it had to be a dream, I tried to convince .myself, but someone shattered the dream almost as soon as is materialised.
"Well hello sweetheart, I'm glad to see you're finally awake," the voice came from that of and older woman with long greying hair braided out of her face "My name's Judy, I'm your nurse," she smiled down at me. "Are you in any pain?" She asked.
I took a moment to take everything in, but I was still unable to make sense of it all.
"Where am I?" I asked, trying to sit up, but everything protested as soon as I moved, even muscles I didn't know I had.
"Just stay still for now dear, you don't want to hurt yourself further," the nurse-Judy spoke kindly, helping me to resettle myself.
Something, maybe me speaking seemed to wake the man from his trance like state and he turned to meet my confused gaze.
He was tall, he had to be at least 6 foot, with sliflghtly tanned skin, the most rich brown eyes I'd ever seen, and hair that was neatly cut, except for a few unruly curls at the front of his head which didn't want to co-operate with the hair gel he'd obviously used to style it.
"Oh,oh thank God." the man rushed over to the side of the bed stopping mere inches from my face.
I could feel my heart rate picking up as panic set in, not used to people (let alone males) being this close without hurting me.
I turned to Judy asking desperately with my eyes for help
She must have got the memo because she cleared her throat and spoke.
She seemed somewhat hesitant though "Alpha, I don't mean to overstep my boundaries, I know you must be worried sick as we all are, however would it not be prudent to give the girl some space?"
The man searched my face for a moment, before straightening and stepping backwards.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he muttered guiltily.
"You didn't," I lied before I could think about it.
"My name's Shawn what's yours?" he asked holding his hand out for me to take.
I kept my mouth shut, years of torture telling me to keep quiet. He dropped his extended up so it was back at his side.
"Alrighty then, when you're ready. I won't push you." He spoke, it seemed as though he was trying deliberately to keep his tone, soft, conversational and I appreciated it.
At that moment the doctor walked in. "It's good to see you awake Miss," he spoke echoing Judy's words.
"I'm sorry to say you're quite banged up." Shawn started pacing again at his words.
"
I would have sworn I heard a growl.
"Shawn you have to stay calm," Judy spoke, it sounded almost as if she was trying to comfort him, confusing me further.
Once the doctor left Shawn calmed down, having dragging a chair from outside my room to sit beside my bed.
"I heard something about killing another pack?" I asked weighing my words cafefully. "So are you all wolves too?"
"Yes, honey, but I promise you're safe here," he replied softly, looking over at me. I looked down again, not able to take the human interaction.
"Everytime I look at you, you look down. Why is that?"he asked, sounding sad.
" I didn't mean to upset you," I panicked.Starting to pick at the I.V in my arm, it was something I always did when I was nervous, picking things, my skin, nails whatever seemed to help.
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that, I'm not mad," he cut me off. "I just mean I've noticed it is all," he lay a hand carefully on my arm and surprisingly the contact helped.
"I don't know," I pondered, distracted by his touch. There was a weird, warm feeling flowing from the point of contact straight up to my chest, not dissimilar to when your hands or feet go numb and then start to respond again. It wasn't unpleasant, just strange. "I guess, I'm not used to positive human contact," I admitted, looking up to see him shaking his head.
"Are you the Alpha?" I asked suddenly. He looked at me, surprise washing over his face at the boldness of my question.
"Yes, I am," he spoke proudly. "Of the Shadowmoon Pack, greatest pack in all of Canada if you ask me," he smiled.
I liked the way he was so confident. It made me feel safe and secure. A few more hours past with us sitting in a comfortable silence, I couldn't help but feel safe around him, and as foreign as the feeling was, I also craved it.
"Are you ready to go home now Poppet?" Judy ssekd, making her way into my room again sometime later and starting to mess around with the I.V tubing.
I looked at her panicked.
"Home?" I squeeked. Surely they weren't really going to send me home. It wasn't a home where I'd come from it was a hell, my own personal hell and I'd be damned if I was going back.
Shawn seemed to noticed my emotions and stepped forward, slowly holding his arms out, and instead of backing away as I had done earlier,I surprised us both and stepped into his hold.
He was warm and comfortable, our bodies seemed to fit perfectly,denim of his jacket just scratchy enough and the now semi familiar tingling from our contact pleasant enough to ground me somewhat. I stayed like that for a minute or so before I became a little more aware of what I was doing. I was hugging a near stranger,worse he was a male, worse again Ii was actually lettung myself like it.
Sorry, I blushed, stepoing away quicky and looking down.
"You don't need to apologise," he smiled.
"What was the tingling I felt" I asked wanting to change the subject.
"That is what you get when two mates make contact" He smiled wider than I had ever seen a person smile, his fangs being exposed in the process.
I stood, silently, shocked.
"Are you okay" He asked moving to step towards me, I held a hand up and he halted midstride.
"I promise you. We'll take things slowly, right now I just want to get you home- to our home," he amended when he saw the look of panic in my face. "So you can rest."
I nodded. Still not entirely comfortable, but what other choice did I have? Go back to the pack that had tortured me all these years, or even end up homeless on the street? And from everything I'd seen Shawn seemed like a genuinely nice person, who everyone respected. Plus,if he was telling the truth, which from heat I could tell, he was, he was my mate and from all the stories I'd heard as a child, your mate was meant to be the one person in the world who would do anything for you, be anywhere for you. They would literally protect you with their lives.
"Shawn I don't have anything to wear," I whispered embarrassed again, looking down at the gown which barely covered anything as Judy finally finished what she was doing in the corner of he room having taken out my I.V. and left.
"I brought you some clothes, don't worry," he smiled.Pullnig out the most comfortable pale pink sweater I'd ever seen, he handed it to me and I was hit with his scent.
"This is yours?"
",Is that okay?" he worried. " I could go home and get something from one of the girls if you're uncomfortable," he offered.
I just smiled,letting out a little giggle at the extreme level of concern he was showing, which caused him to immediately relax l, shoulders dropping, a slight smile gracing his lips as he shook his head softly.
"Can you turn around please?" I requested. He did as asked giving the privacy I so desperately craved.
When I was finished he took my hand, holding his other under my elbow to support my weight.
He was so patient, never rushing me as he lead me through the hospital and out the doors into the world. I couldn't help but savour the fresh air,the cold winter air burning my lungs but in a good way.
"I bet it feels nice to be outside again,"
I nodded, "How did you find me" I asked, as we continued to walk. It was as if now that I was free my mind could finally ask questions and process all the stuff I had never done previously.
"That's a story for when you've had some more rest," he answered, coming to a stop in front of a Jeep, opening the door and lifting me in. The tingling was still a shock,l everytime he touched my skin.
"Feel free to sleep we've got a bit of a drive ahead of us" he smiled reassuringly, before turning the ignition,the car coming to life.
I woke to someone shaking me,it was dark now and I immediately jumped back in my seat, unsure, before my groggy eyes made contact with Shawn's and I realised where I was and relaxed.
"I won't hurt you, you're safe now Pup," he murmured, moving to brush some hair out of my face with a feather-light touch. I blushed at the nickname."I was just waking you because we're here, this is home" I took in the house illuminated by lights in complete awe.
"So you're an Alpha and you don't hurt humans?" I asked as he helped me cafefully from he car.
"You're not human, you're an omega, but no I have nothing against humans," he added, holding me steady as I swayed on my feet slightly, not used to standing anymore.
I stood stunned again," I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll get to all of that, for now though, you need rest.
We made our way through the house in silence, I could hear other voices, yet we never came across anyone.
"This is my room," he spoke, shifting his grip on me slightly to open the door.
The room was large with huge french doors leading out to a balcony overlooking a big yard and a lake, soft- what looked like silk curtains framing the windows, a guitar sat in one corner a futon in the other. There was a record player in the corner, playing a soft melody which filled the space, creating a warm inviting feeling. In the centre of the room was the biggest bed I had ever seen.
It had several large cushions on it and a duvet cover that looked like it would feel like laying on clouds. Just this bed was bigger than he cell I'd been forced to spend so many years in,I thought with a shudder.
"This is your room?I stumbled over my words.
"Well I'm hoping it will be our room actually." Shawn spoke, scratching at his neck.
I turned panicked. "But only when you're comfortable I'm not about to force you into anything I promise."
He held his pinkie finger out, and I just looked at it unsure of what he wanted.
"Here," he smiled, taking my hand and locking my own little finger with his. "This is called a pinkie promise. It's like a pact that you don't break," he explained with a smile.
"Oh,I guess, I must have forgotten." I felt extremely stupid and shit up quickly, the only sound that of the record player still in the corner. I found it so comforting, my own father had had one when I was little and I could remember watching the record and needle spin for hours.
"There's a room adjacent to mine which I've had the maids freshen up, there's a comfortable bed and an ensuite with fresh towels and a toothbrush." he continued as if there wasn't just a massive awkward silence emitting solely from my lack of understanding.
He turned leading me back out and across the hallway to another door. When he opened it, I saw a room, smaller than his, but still warm and cosy, with a big bed, a window, lots of pretty lights and yet more records, this time hung in the wall.
"You didn't need to do this for me," I told him, as I took it all in.
"I wanted you to be comfortable," he shrugged.
He lead me back to his room where he sat down on the bed, kicking his shoes off and patting the spot next to him.
"How long was I out" I asked after a minute. He got what I meant immediately.
"Three days," he answered somberly.
"How are you feeling? he asked.
"Still very sore," I admitted.
"Here let me see your injuries." he reached over picking up a box of what I soon realised was full of first aid stuff.
He was extremely gentle as he tended to he cuts and scrapes that covered my shoulders, arms,and legs. He even managed to convince me to let him check my ribs. This I found uncomfortsbly and awkward once again, but he was careful not to make it any worse than it had to be and he had rewrapped them quicky and easily.
"How do you know how to do all this?" I asked quietly as he gently dabbed at a cut on my hand. "We'll I'm actually a trained doctor. When I'm not working as the Alpha, I work at the pack hospital. There all done," he announced,packing up the box and disposing of he rubbish in a small medical waste tin.
Half an hour later and I'd gotten changed, again into one of Shawn's oversized hoodies and made myself comfortable in his bed after he insisted I stay in his room incase I needed him.
"Sleep well, Pup, I'll be here if you need me."
He went to lounge on the futon, and I was left to drift to sleep, exhausted by the day's events. My sleep was fitful to satly the least, dreams bad nightmares melding to form weird and wonderful scenarios which would never make sense.
When I woke, it was to a soft knock on the door. Opening my eyes, I could see that it was still slightly light out, though dinner than it had been, probably somewhere around dusk. A girl with dark hair, dark eyes and a kind smile stepped tenntively into the room.
"My name's Karla. Im in the pack. It's nice to meet you," she added warmly. "Shawn's had to go deal with some pack matters so he asked me to come keep you company. I brought you some food. He said you might be hungry." She held out what looked like a croisant, the smell of butter instantly filling the room."I also brought a hair brush," she added. "I thought you might like to brush your hair, I know that always makes me feel better. Or I could do it?" she added again, shyly.
"Thank you."I whispered, my voice still hoarse.
The girl, Karla, came to sit on the bed. She had to be the same age as me. Maybe a year or two older.
"I hope the pack meeting doesn't go too long," she said as I started picking at my croisant. "Shawn won't want to be away from you, it's hard to be away from our mates." She looked dreamy as she spoke, leaving no question that she too had a mate.
"I'm nervous to meet everyone," I admitted with a frown, suddenly not hungry anymore.
"Aww, don't worry everyone will love you," she smiled. "We've all been waiting for ages for him to meet his mate and you're finally here." she clapped in excitement, breaking E and forcing me to smile just as Shawn came through the door with another soft knock.
"Ahhh, I see you've meet Karla," he smiled, raising his eyebrow a little bit. " I hope she's been telling you good things."
"Yep, what were you doing" I asked watching as he took his deniem jacket off- the same one from earlier and chucked it onto the futon, coming to sit next to me on the bed, careful not to invade my personal space.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked watching as I pulled the crosiant to pieces no longer interested by the food, now that I had him here.
"I'm alright," I shrugged.
He nodded, and we lapsed into yet another comfortable quiet.
It was only then that I realised Karla had left the room, she must have excused herself, seeing that she was no longer needed and didn't feel the need to encroach.The hairbrush however was still laying on the bed.
"I just want you to know," he spoke, breaking the silence after a while, "that no matter what happeneds you'll be safe here. I'll protect you with my life, it's my job both as your Alpha and as your mate," he spoke earnestly.
He was looking at me with such an intensity as he spoke that something broke inside of me, and I cracked. "Lucy," I whispered looking down and away from his gaze.
"What?" I could here the confusion in his voice.
"Lucy, my name, my name is Lucy." I spoke more clearly this time, though I still couldn't bring myself to look at him.
"Lucy, that's a pretty name," he murmured. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was reaching for me, and as much as I wanted to move, my body was frozen whether in fear or anticipation I couldn't know, but the next thing I knew both his hands were cupping my face. He was so gentle, almost as if he thought I would break. I looked up at him, once again taken aback by the intensity of his stare.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
"You're so pretty when you blush," he smiled, caressing my cheek.
"Please don't compliment me, I don't deserve it, I'm ugly," I repeated the words my captors had drilled into me for so many years.
"You, Lucy," he put emphasis on my name. "are anything but ugly. You are the most beautiful person I have ever known, inside and out."
"How can you say that?" I replied.
"Because, I can feel it Lucy, right here," he took my hand in his and placed it over his chest where I could feel his heart beat strong and sure. "I've been waiting for you my entire life. And now that I have you, it's my job, my honour to protect you with my life," he explained fiercly.
"Thank you," I chocked out, tears welling in my eyes.Leaning into his frame just slightly despite myself and my fears.
"No pup, thank you."
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Just Like Him
Double Square: Locked in a Room/Closet Together & Quote
Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace and @spnquotebingo
Paring: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Side Characters: John Winchester(mentioned), Sam Winchester,Bobby Singer, Castiel, Werewolf pack.
"I can't you believe you got us into this, Winchester." Y/n quietly hissed at the man she was face to face with in the dark of a wardrobe of the mutts they we're hunting. It went down hill after they found the packs home which was one of the largest houses in town. A whole ass family of werewolves lived here and they all just got home every single one of them. "Why are you blaming me?!" He harshly whispered back.
Y/n rolled her eyes as the loud noises of a party or feast down stairs shock the floor beneath them. "You said the pack can't be that big. Let's just go in and see if we can gank em." She said mocking his deep voice. "Now were stuck in a closet while are guns are under the bed." The women pushed up on his chest since she was well past aggravated. "Hey at least we can know what were up against." He said with a smirk as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.
The oldest Winchester was glad that they barley had any room or he would have silently been beaten to a pulp. "Do you have your phone? We need back up...there must be around triple the amount of a normal pack has." She muttered to herself. Dean looked at her sheepishly and the anger in her eyes grew brighter. "I left it in baby." He said with a wince. "Y-you left it behind? I'm going to rip a hole in ya before those flee infested mutts can!" Y/n whispered yelled trying to move her arms in vain.
"What about your phone?!" He said trying to shift the blame on her. "Well since you don't remember. You threw my bag into our room breaking it!" She sighed heavily her temper was only rising. "I can take em on,Y/n." Dean defended. "No you can't." She said resting her head on the wall of the wardrobe.
Foot steps made there way up the stairs sound like a couple sets. The noise stopped outside of the room and both hunters strained their eyes to hear them. "I smell something off,Claudette." A young male voice said along with light sniffing. "Clark you're being foolish no one is dumb enough to come here." A female voice scoffed. Y/n looked at Dean and mouthed the words 'Dumbass' making him mouth a 'Fuck you' in return. The foot steps went into the room. "It doesn't smell right in here." The man said walking around. Looking at Dean he had a stupid look on his face and that made her eyes widen as she shock her head. His lips moved counting down from three.
When he got to one the wolves was right in font of the closest doors when they slammed open knocking him on his ass. "CLARK!?" The female said in shock as she rushed over to attack the hunter on top of her pack mate. Dean has wrestled the the now shifting wolf towards the bed and slipped his hand underneath it grabbing his revolver. The barrel was pushed against his chest and was fired. "YOU HUNTER SCUM.!!" She yelled attacking him. Y/n stepped out of the closet and swiftly moved to the other side of the bed to get her shotgun. The women was about to rip into Dean's throat with her claws when the pump of the shotgun made her freeze before she was shot and her body went limp.
Blood painted his face and clothes as he let out a huff,but that was short lived as the rapid stomping of feet rushed up the stairs. "Dear Chuck I hate you." She groaned as the door busted almost of the hinges. There was several werewolves in the doorway and more behind them. Dean and Y/n fought for as long and as hard as they could,but they were out numbered more then they ever have been before. Instead of them getting their hearts ripped out they were both knocked unconscious.
Y/n was woken up by the shouting of Dean. He thrashed in the shared binds uncontrollably trying to get the tall man in front of him to move away. Looking up she can see that another stood before her,but her eyes widen when his sharp fangs dug into her arm. She howled in pain as she regained her senses quickly after that. "Don't worry darling. We'll make sure your well feed." Who can only be the alpha said as the few mutts with them left them tied to a metal pillar in the center of the damp room. They didn't turn the oldest Winchester with their gagged teeth they wanted him to suffer in a different way.
"Y/n/n I'm gonna get us out of this and get you a cure." He said with such confidence,but it only made her angry. "Shut the fuck up! We're in this because of you and you have no one else to blame,but yourself." Her E/c eyes glistened with ushered tears that he couldn't see. Dean was stunned at the back lash. "If you could have just listened to anyone...ANYONE!!! but yourself for two fucking seconds we could have been prepared. You're acting just like John." She paused to breath as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Can't expect help. Have to be all macho and the best there is. Look where that got him!!! Hated by all hunters,putting people he cared about in danger,and getting himself killed." Y/n left the tears slip past down her heated face.
It was Dean's turn to get defensive. "Don't compare me to my dad. I'm nothing like him!" He shouted even though at times he kind of was. "I didn't compare you to him. I said you were acting like him." She said sighing. Y/n contained a groan of pain as she felt her a new set of teeth form within her mouth. "D-dean...you're nothing like John. You've proved to be better man then he ever was,but when you think that only you can carry the weight of the world it puts you in a mind set that you must be the savior." A pained grunt left her throat as her nails were shoved out and replaced with claws. The moon shined through a small slit for a window it was late at night that the sun will soon rise again.
She wanted no needed to confess something to Dean before she turned she couldn't go being pissed at him. "Y/n tell me what to do. What can I do?" He sounded like he was the one who was pained. "I need you to get out of here and live. I'm running out of time and as long as I don't eat a human you'll have a chance to get me cured." She said with a toothless smile there was still something she had to get of her chest before he escaped. Straining her ears she can hear that what was left of the pack was gone to get a large enough meal. "I love you,Winchester. If you come back and I'm too far gone put me down cause I know you will." She said as she used her new claws to cut the ropes. It fell limply on their waists and Dean stood up as Y/n stayed seated.
He handed her her shotgun and he took his own weapon. "I-I love you too,Y/n/n. You'll pull through this you're a Singer." Dean said as he left her behind slipping through the window. He was going to make her proud he didn't listen to her before,but he'll make sure that her words won't fall on deaf ears. Dean went back to their motel room and used his phone to call Sam and Bobby before he prayed to Cas. After the two hunters and angel arrived hours later it was time to save his childhood crush ever since John took them to Bobby's house.
[After Dean left. Back to Y/n]
The moment Dean climbed out of the basement she stood up and went up to the door it was lock. She smiled showing her sharpened teeth grabbing the doorknob she crushed it in her hand making it impossible to unlock. Hours after the impala's loud engine faded away she hear the teen wolf wannabe bastards come back. Y/n sat back down at where she first woke up. She would be damned if she became one of the things she hunted since she was nine.
The door shook violently before the slab of wood was knocked down kicking up dust after it fell down the stair. Spinning the shotgun in her hand she looked up at the dozen werewolves in front of her. "Let's dance." She said with a smirk as her E/c turned golden eyes gleamed with a new fight. Fighting was tough since they've all have feasted on human flesh and were more resilient to her attacks. Y/n had her arms and legs pinned as she thrashed viciously making the supernatural bastards sweat.The alpha of the pack leaned over her head. He tisked at her as he tilted her head to look at him. "Soon pet all that fights gonna leave you. Just take your first meal and be as strong as us." He said brushing his fingers down her cheek. "My what big eyes you have" He teased looking into her eyes. "Better to see you lifeless corpse." She hissed. "What sharp teeth you have."A deep chuckle came from his throat as she tried to bite as his fingers.
He stood up as his ears twitched along with the others. A wolfish grin pulled on her lips as she heard the front door get smashed in. "I think you have company." She said as several of the wolves in human form ran off. "We're not done here pet!" He snapped. "Yes. Yes you are." A voice said from the staircase. Dean stomped down the stairs as havoc continued just a floor above them. He shot the few wolves that stayed in the basement with silver bullet killing them easily in their human forms. The alpha snarled and shifted with the lack of full moon and charged at the oldest Winchester. "I don't need a bloody pack at my defense to make you suffer!" The now fully shifted werewolf lunged forward and started to fight Dean.
Y/n dragged herself to the nearest wall and pulled herself up. There were claw and bite Mark's littering her body she was bleeding so much and was already trying to fight the animalistic urges that started to over power her. It was getting harder and harder especially with the scent of humans near. A spine chilling growl came from the corner of the room. "Dean! How about that cure?!" She yelled fighting herself to not attack him as he fought. "Bobby's looking for the sire and you'll be back to telling me off." He said in response.The wrestling match went on,but it went down to a hand to hand match when Dean's gun was thrown across the room. With quite grunts and heavy breaths the women with (h/c) got up fully and used all the strength left in her to jump on the back of the mutt and fight. If she was going to lose any battle it was going to be on her terms and she refused it to end with the person she loved dead and heartless.
Dean was shocked for a moment before he made his move to grab his gun. He check it and it was empty tossing it aside he looked around for anything with silver that's when he saw it. ~"Hello?! Y/n are you listening?" The young blonde groaned. "Tell me what you're doing again?" The teenager layed across his friends bed as he watches her organizing quarters. "It's for emergency's." She said with a giggle as she puts another roll of coins in the small bag. "What kind of emergency would need hundreds of dollars worth of coins?" He argued sitting up with a sigh. "One day you'll be thankful for thousands of pieces of silver." ~The largest smile grew on his face as he grabbed the bag and Y/n's shotgun and put the now custom bullets of condensed quarters in the barrel. Cocking it he rushes over and shoots the werewolf in the back. Using the second shot he had he fired it in his chest killing the alpha.It was silent for a moment before he pushed the now lifeless body out of the way. Y/n layed there panting and bloody. "Y/n/n I got you. SAMMY! BOBBY!" Dean yelled at the end. Multiple sets of foot steps came down the stairs the older hunter held a syringe of yellow liquid. Pushing the plunger down the hunters sat in silence as they waited for any sign that it worked. Cas came over and healed her wounds as she shot up gasping the claw and bite marks gone.
[Time Skip because filler is boring]
Y/n rested in her bed at the bunker. Her father went home and Cas went off to heaven after she was safe. Dean sat by her side talking with her. "You know Winchester. At times you can act just like John,but I sure do love it when you take down that soldier act and become a hero...my hero." She said with a fond smile as she brushed her hand through his hair. Dean chuckled leaning into her touch as his mind wondered even if he was different from his father,but that still didn't change the fact that when it came to protecting the one's they love they'll do just about anything. Maybe he was just like him.
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Five more to go woah!
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Has there been a "Stiles rescues Peter" rec list yet? I'm looking for anything from monster of the week to Eichen House to the Wild Hunt. The idea that I've already read them all is too terrible to contemplate. (Thanks for running an amazing blog!
Not specifically as far as I can remember. But it’s always a genre I can get behind :) Here are some I think fit that category, either as the whole fic or part of it. And thanks for following my blog!
A Moment, Then Silence by Therapeutic_Steter
anonymous asked: Stiles takes care of a heavy injured Peter, who has permanent damage since then. The pack doesn’t care, but Derek and Cora realise that he is family.
Scale Tales by Therapeutic_Steter
Connected drabbles revolving around Dragon!Stiles and his werewolf Mate, Peter.
Rhythm of the War Drums by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan) (this one’s more them taking care of each other and saving each other)
The foreboding song of the drums rumbled through the stands above, made his heart, his blood pound with their increasing rhythm. He’d seen this so many times now, heard the sickening, morbid excitement of the rabble. He readied himself for the carnage, but even nearly a year after he’d first stood in this spot, it still filled him with dread.
As always, he watched the sandy arena through the barred steel gates. They vibrated with the movement, with the almost deafening sounds of the crowd and the drums. A sea of guards stood at his back, but they were not there for him…
Hooverville by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)
Town to town, train to train, tent to tent.
By 1932, the dust had begun to blow and the jobs were gone.
Anonymity was a byproduct of looking for work, which made it both necessary and convenient.
Stiles had enough secrets of his own to know to look the other way when he saw something that shouldn’t be possible.
The ghost of a tail giving enough balance to disembark a moving train.
Near silent Latin whispered on the edge of a tent encampment.
A flash of burning eyes.
He had more than enough to worry about without adding the oddities of others, and besides- having unusually sharp teeth certainly didn’t make a man worse than the ones running from the wife and kids they couldn’t feed.
So Stiles kept his observations to himself. He kept his everything to himself.
Until he met a man. One with eyes so blue they seemed to glow- and then they did.
Stiles tried to look away, but for the first time he was stopped.
“Don’t be like that sweetheart. Aren’t you curious?”
If I Could Kiss You Again by Triangulum
“Summer plans?” Peter asks, eyes on where Isaac is now trying to inch along the ceiling beam toward the wall where he can slide down a pipe.
“Leaving for Stanford in September. Saving the world and working in between now and then,” Stiles says. “Why, gonna miss me?”
“Considering I’ll be left alone with Derek? Yes,” Peter says.
“You’ll have Cora,” Stiles says. “And Isaac will be here to make up a few high school credits.”
There’s a shriek and a thud as Isaac loses his grip, falling on top of Erica and Boyd, sending them all to the ground in a heap.
“Yes,” Peter says flatly. “Thank god for that.”
OR
Five times Stiles kisses Peter and one time Peter kisses him.
Stravinsky by rightsidethru
Duke Orsino:If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Twelfth Night; Act 1, scene 1, 1–3
Wolf Within by wynnebat
Instead of convincing Scott to regain his humanity by killing the Alpha, Derek offers another possible solution.
Fashion. Police. by Bunnywest
In which Stiles is a cop with an interest in menswear, Peter’s the owner of a menswear store with a definite interest in Stiles, and why is there always some maniac running around throwing tins of red paint and making death threats?
Fashion, baby.
Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363
Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.
Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.
Stiles is sixteen when he’s captured. Stiles’s first thought is, “I won’t die here.”
The Promises Of Yesterday, The Pledges Of Tomorrow by ShippersList
Stiles is a kid with serious concentration issues and definitely not a guide—let alone a guide strong enough to calm down a feral Sentinel wolf. It’s just not possible.
Keep You (Safe) Within my Shadow by lavenderlotion
Stiles has never been scared of the dark. The shadows are his friends.
Dance Under the Moonlight by Therapeutic_Steter
Anonymous asked: Fae!Stiles saving Peter from Pack’s stupidity and washing his hands of them. Please?
Through Space and Time by MaroonDragon
When Stiles pulls the body of Peter Hale into his ship, he doesn’t expect him to be alive. He also doesn’t realise he might have gotten more than he bargained for.
Promises We Never Made by Green
Peter runs off to wreak havoc without telling Stiles where he’s going. Then Stiles has to rescue him.
Rainwater, Morning Dew, Ozone. by lavenderlotion
When Peter is kidnapped, Stiles is left to come to the rescue.
Peter ends up hard.
Fear (Doesn’t Mean I Can’t Fight) by azerblazer
Peter is the damsel in distress, the Sheriff is the hostage, random unnamed hunters are the bad guys.
Stiles has a bat, a hoodie and a willingness to do anything to protect those he’s loyal to.
Bring it on.
Bone Rot by neglectedtuesday
Stiles watches Peter from across the room, although he feels like he shouldn’t. Like he shouldn’t try to insert himself, even by proxy, into the moments Peter is experiencing. Autumn spills into the living room through the open doors, lighting Peter from behind. He is bathed in soft light and Stiles lingers in the shadows, ignoring the symbolism of that. He’s bored of all the different metaphors for longing.
Slice by syriala
Blood magic was dangerous magic, but Stiles’ teacher was one of the best, and Stiles wasn’t too worried that it wouldn’t work out. It would cost him, dearly even if his teacher was to be believed, but Stiles had learned all about the sacrifices for this and he couldn’t care less.
Not This Again by RebaK1tten
There’s a rumor that the last episode of the show will have Peter getting killed, again. Perhaps to give him a redemption arc or something.
So this is a fix it fic. I decided Stiles has finished one year of college. And Peter’s back again!
Cleanse My Soul by Mysenia
cywscross asked: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” + Steter? Thanks:)
Call My Name by KouriArashi
After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.
Shelter by ShippersList (more hurt/comfort than straight-up saving Peter)
A magical attack leaves Peter vulnerable and in agony, and it reminds him way too much of his time in a coma.
love me lights out by veterization
Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven’t spoken to in over five years.)
labyrinth by sinequanon
Stiles prefers goblins to werewolves. Except maybe Peter.
Til Death by Bunnywest
“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks.“Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is.“He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her.The camps……aren’t camps.Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.
Bigfoot Told Me You Were Coming by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (Stetopher)
Peter and Chris are on the run when they stumble across Stiles’ home in the woods.
You Got Me Now by syriala
Stiles stormed into the warehouse, eyes roaming around, desperate to find Peter. The pack was close behind Stiles, but he didn’t pay them any mind when his eyes fell on Peter.
He was on the floor, not even shackled, like someone had just discarded him without a second thought.
Peter was naked except for his pants, and Stiles could see the wounds that marred his skin. He decided not to think about why they weren’t healed.
Bittersweet Creek by Guede
When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.
The Alpha by Therapeutic_Steter
An Alpha always protects what’s theirs.
…..
“Has anyone seen Peter?” Stiles asked at the next Pack meeting, trying to play his concern off as his typical curiosity. It wasn’t like he and Peter had been trying to keep…whatever it was that was developing between them a secret, but most of the Pack was notoriously self-absorbed and hadn’t noticed yet. As it stood, Stiles was only sure that Lydia and Derek knew about it; Lydia because she put it together and warned Peter off hurting Stiles and Derek because he came back to the loft to find them snuggled on the couch looking through an old tome and he’d also warned Peter about hurting Stiles.
Why did they not think Stiles could hurt Peter? Stiles could totally hurt him. If he wanted. Which he didn’t, but that was beside the point.
Let Me Run Away With You by Whispering_Sumire (Steterek)
“So,” Peter says, after an hour or so of driving in tense silence, “I assume we’re going back to your beloved Beacon Hills?”
“No,” Stiles tells him, without even looking up from the restorative paste he’s administering to Derek’s wounds. And isn’t that surprising?
“No?”
“I took the GPS out of Roscoe and I hacked into some of your accounts to get him travel-ready. I don’t care where we go Peter, but I don’t want to go back to Beacon Hills,” there’s a desperation in his voice that makes Peter’s skin crawl, though he has no idea why, “please.”
“Okay,” Peter agrees softly.
[Or: The one where Stiles is in a very bad place, and Peter and Derek manage to unwittingly save him from himself while he saves them from themselves.]
Hostile Takeover by kiranightshade
Alternate season 4 where Peter gains a new roommate in Eichen…for about five minutes. Then all hell breaks loose.
For Great Justice! by Green
Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he’s waking from his catatonia.
“Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you.”
Enemy Action by pprfaith
Once is chance, twice is coincidence and three times is far too many bodies on the ground.
Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato
Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.
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His Queen & Her King!: WARNINGS And Intro!!
Jeff Hardy X Reader, Fanfiction. ABO Dynamics, smut and fluff
Y/N and Jeff, have been best friends since Y/N, started the company. Jeff and Y/N, won't admit they have very strong feelings for the other. Jeff gets jealous when he sees her with others, and Y/N gets jealous when she sees him with others. Y/N is a omega human, and Jeff is a very strong alpha vampire. Some people think that vampires and human don't get along when in fact they can. What none of the roaster knows is when Y/N and Jeff are alone she let's him feed off her. The six hundred years that Jeff has been alive he didn't find his mate. But that soon all changes one night when Y/N is dancing and grinding with another man that isn't him. Y/N is Jeff's soulbond and Jeff is Y/N's soulbond. They both have a tattoo like birthmark on their chest on the left side over their hearts. Y/N's birthmark is a vampire with his mouth open ready to bite and underneath it, it says Back Off She's My Human. Jeff's is a girl with her head tilted to the side ready to be bitten and underneath it, it says I'll Stand By My Vampire. All hell is gonna break loose when Edge and Christian come back to Raw with Lita.
Tag list: @scuzmunkie @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-obscura @braunstrowmangirl @callmekda
WARNINGS:
Preferably 18+. Read at your own risk.
There will be SMUT. I will be putting * for SMUTT, a + for FLUFF and +* for FLUFF and SMUT.
Mating
Knotting
Multiple Mates
Pregnancy
Cussing
Fighting
Fluff
Smutt
Sad parts
Arguing
Jealousy
If there are any additional warnings I will add them to the description.
Introduction:
*Third Person P.O.V.*
Jeff walks into Stephanie's office. "Hey. What's up?" He asks pushing his hair back. "We have some news. Christian and Edge are coming back with Lita. They're going after the tag titles." She said. Jeff looks at her as if she shot his dog. "What?! Why are they coming back to Raw and mine and Matt's titles.?" Jeffs angry now. "They signed a contract to come back. I know this isn't what you wanted to hear. The match is gonna be TLC. So, you and Matt will have the advantage. Y/N, will accompany you and your brother to the ring and Lita will accompany Christian and Edge to the ring. If either interferes they will be thrown out." She said. "Okay. Fair enough. Is that all?" He asks. "Yes. Remember if Y/N interferes she will have to be thrown out." She said. Jeff nods and walks out.
As the match went on Lita, jumped on the apron and smacks, Matt in the face. Jeff had to make Y/N stay out of it so, she didn't get thrown out. Lita was thrown out. Edge had his back turned to Matt, who gains the upper hand and pins him to the count of three. "And your winners are Jeff and Matt Hardy accompanied by Y/N." Vivian announces. Jeff smiles at Y/N and hugs his brother. "My good luck charm." Jeff said to Y/N once they were alone. She giggles biting her lip. "Darlin' don't do that. You know what biting your lip does to me." Jeff said with a sly grin on his lips. Y/N just giggles batting her eyes at him "Do what Jeff?" She said biting her lip again and slowly letting it go. Jeff growls warningly. "Baby Doll, don't do that." He says throw gritted teeth his lips merely inces away from her ear. "Or what, Puddin'? You gonna spank me?" She hums well more like softly moans at the words she just said. Jeff smirks and walks away. Y/N whines and pouts. She goes after him. "Puddin'?" She says to Jeff as she grabs his arm with hers and walks with him. "Yes, Baby Doll?" He said to her. Dolph walks past them and smacks Y/N on the ass "hey sexy. If you ever want a real man let me know." Jeff comes to a holt in his tracks, as he swiftly turns around punching dolph in the nose. "Touch her like that again and I'll break your fucking neck." Jeff warned and grabs Y/N's hand and pulls her with him. Y/N tries keeping up with him ignoring the yells from Dolph and the stares from others. "Jeff sl-slow down. I'm human. Puddin' slow down." She says to the much taller guy. He stops when he gets to his locker room and pulls her in and locks the door behind them. He pins her to the wall looking her in the eyes. "Jeff you're scaring me. What's wrong?" She said softly looking at him. "Whats wrong? Dolph touching you is what's wrong. No, one touches my girl." Even though they're not together Jeff always has laid claimed to Y/N. "Jeff I'm not into Dolph. He's not my type." Y/N said to him.
"Who is your type?" He asks her. Before she could answer Stephanie knocks on the door. "Guys time to leave. We're all going out." She said. Jeff opens the door and walks out Y/N follows behind him. "I'll ride with Stephanie." Y/N said. Jeff only nods "I'll ride with Triple H." He said. Jeff gets in Triple H's car as Y/N got in with Steph.
Y/N sighs a little. "Momma can I ask you something?" Since they're outside the building and out of the work place Y/N calls her mom now instead of her name. Stephanie and Triple are Y/N's parents. "Yes, Doll. What's wrong?" She asks as she drives. "Before you and Papa got together how did you know he was the one you wanted as your mate?" She asks her mom.
((Ohhhh plot twist. Hehehe I'm not sorry. Okay don't kill me guys and girls.))
"Well honey. When you find yourself thinking about them all the time, you can't stand seeing others near them, you find it hard to go a day without talking to them, no matter how mad you may get with them or even scared sometimes of them you know they'll never intentionally hurt you." She said. "What if he is alot older then you and not human?" She was 25 years old but she is still a curious women about things shes not sure off. Steph smiles softly "Baby Girl, what has Momma and Papa always told you if you ever found a mate?" She asks. "That if you love someone age won't matter, height, color, race, sexuality ect." Y/N repeated her parents exact words. "Then Baby Girl, if you love this man, then when the time is right you'll say the saying he has had since birth." She said. But oh Steph and Y/N didn't know was that right moment was gonna be very soon.
Jeff got dressed in a tight black button up shirt, black jeans and pair of steal toe shoes, with his hair pulled back. Jeff made it to the bar. Y/N was wearing a mid thigh mini skirt and a little bit of a low cut corset top, with a pair of four inch heels, and her make up was done and her hair was down. Steph smiles proudly at her daughter knowing what she is gonna do because she did the same to get Triple H jealous enough to see if he was her mate. "Okay I'm ready." Y/N said and grabs her clutch bag. Steph nods and grabs her clutch bag as well and they head out the hotel.
Y/N walks into the club with Steph. She walks to the bar to and orders Coca cola mixed with three shots Jack Daniel's. She knew the only way to loosen up was to get a little liquid courage in her system. "You're your Papa made over." Stephanie said to her daughter. "I know." Y/N says as she started drinking her Jack and Coke. After she finished the drink she slowly started feeling the affects of the liquor. "Hey Randy. Would you mind dancing with me?" Y/N asks Randy Orton. He looks her up and down for a mere millisecond and stood up taking her hand and went to the dance floor. Randy pulls her close and started dancing with her. Y/N hums as her hands went up and around his neck while she ground her pelvis on his. Y/N could feel Jeff burning stare through her body. She turns and presses her back on Randy's front. He groaned in her ear and began to kiss and nip on her neck causing her to moan at the feeling. She didn't see the multiple color haired man walk over, with the look of murder in his now dark green eyes. Y/N squeals when Jeff pulls her away from, Randy and punches him square in the jaw. Randy stumbled back. "What the hell, Jeff?" Randy said getting in his face. "Back Off She's My Human." Jeff said in a dead serious tone. Randy smirks "She is not mated so, she is fair game. She doesn't seem to be yours." Jeff snarls at him his fangs extending. Y/N bit her lip to keep from giggling as she tugged Jeff back. Her body tingled with desire as her birthmark glows a reddish black color. "I'll Stand By My Vampire." She said to Randy. Y/N, always chooses Jeff, over anyone. Jeff's birthmark started tingling and he turns to Randy ignoring him. Jeff's body was burning with desire for Y/N.
Y/N and Jeff paid their tabs and said their goodbyes for the night, as Jeff threw her over his shoulder and left to the hotel. Once inside the hotel Jeff, set her down inside the elevator. She bit her lip looking at him "stop biting that lip, Baby Girl" he said to her. "Why?" She asks. "Because you're causing me to get hard and we're not in the hotel room yet." He said. Y/N giggles biting her lip again. Once in the hotel room the door shut with a loud slam as Jeff had her pinned against the door kissing her hard and deep with passion. Y/N moans into his mouth. Once Y/N and Jeff pull away for air he looks at her "If you want me to stop tell me, because once my control is gone, I won't be able to stop." He said to her panting
"I want this. I want you. It's only ever been you that I want." Y/N pants softly. "I only danced with Randy, to make you jealous. I didn't know he would say anything." She adds. Jeff looks at her and kisses her hard. "Its always been you. Always will be you, Baby Girl." Jeff said after pulling away from the kiss.
After three rounds on the bed and two rounds in the shower Y/N, was sure she would be sore in the morning time.
#jeff hardy x reader#wwe fanfiction#wwe raw#wwe smackdown#wwe nxt#abo#wwe x reader#x reader#triple h#fanfic#stephanie mchanon
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I made a promise that I intend to keep
Okay, so my friend @flamingkingoftheskies and I were discussing some good angst for Atlantis Days (fun fact: it was the first thing we discussed lol) and well, it's Rodorah-centric because clearly the ship doesn't have enough angst in it lol (but don't worry, we have also discussed some fluff and shitposts for it, which I'll spill in a future post).
You know how I mentioned that the Triplets remembered that they were planet conquerors and that they decided to go back to being conquerers, starting with Earth? Well, They also decided 'Hey, before we kill our now ex-friend Gojira and be the new alpha, why don't we ask Rodan to be our Beta?' Because, well, Rodan and Ghidorah are mates at this point and have children of their own. So yeah, makes sense to them that their beautiful and wonderful mate would be their Beta.
Except the thing is is that Rodan is definitely not up for murdering his best friend and Alpha and taking over the Earth for obvious reasons. Hell, he's pretty disgusted that Ghids is totally on board with murdering their best friend ("Did he mean nothing to you three!?"). Rodan tries to talk them out of it but the triplets are also trying to talk him into joining them. It goes downhill from there. Like, really downhill from there.
Okay, so basing the next scene off of these two posts by @ckret2, one of the things Ghidorah has remembered from their past is that they can apparently control people using their voice. Well, in the past, mostly roars but they can use it with their regular(?) voice. Sure, it's been a long, long time since they have used it but when dealing with Rodan, who is getting more and more agitated (and scared? They hope he isn't), it's worth the shot, right?
So, Ichi decides to use it on Rodan, Ni and San deciding to butt out for now unless Ichi could use some help. It goes smoothly, sure Rodan was getting a feeling that something was off but he starting to agree with Ichi. Yeah, taking over Earth sounds like a great idea. Yeah, he'll definitely be their Beta and they can rule together. Yeah, he's definitely up for killing Gojira and - Wait, what?
So yeah, Rodan suceeds in a wisdom saving throw or something and snaps out of it. Maybe mentioning on murdering the Alpha aka your mate's best friend wasn't such a good idea when you're trying to get your mate to join you at the Dark Side. And now said mate knows that not only do you conquer, and sometimes destroy but that doesn't happen that much, planets and want to murder his best friend but you and your brothers can apparently also mind control him and you did just that. It is certainly not helping your case.
When Rodan snapped out of it, he made a nearby volcano erupt out of sheer rage and fear which did get a lot of attention from humans and neighboring titans. So yeah, everyone's wondering what the hell is going on but well, seeing as Rodan is a disaster, they all collectively thought, "Oh, what did he do this time?" All except his friends, most especially Goji who is considering on going to check on Rodan, and Ghidorah by extension, since, clearly, something ain't right. And well, yeah, by the time Goji got to Isla de Mara, the argument had evolved into an aerial brawl, and not the fun kind, since the triplets had given up on convincing Rodan to join them but Rodan wasn't going to let them go off and kill Goji so cue Rodan attacking them.
To an outsider, they just look like they're rough housing but to someone that knows them well like Goji, it's clearly a serious fight and Goji rushes in to mediate, totally oblivious to the fact that the triplets want him dead. So, imagine the look on Goji's face when the triplets suddenly attack him, murderous looks on their faces. Luckily, Rodan is quick and immediately defends his Alpha so he can get over the shock and fight back. I'm not sure if sensing dumbassery is her sixth sense or Goji called her before confronting them but Mothra arrives to help. Rodan also fills them in on what's going on and yeah, Goji coming over was a terrible idea. Also, now it's 3 against 3 but it's still difficult as the Triplets had many years of asskicking and planet destroying experience.
So, shit gets so bad that a retreat was needed, hell Mosu had the most injuries. To buy them time to escape, Rodan stays behind and continues to fight his mates despite being clearly outmatched. It ends in Rodan losing horribly via getting shot down with a gravity blast from all three of them. Like, so bad his wings got badly damaged and maybe his volcanic armor is cracked and bleeding. If you're wondering how bad, we made some guesses as to how bad:
The orange/yellow marks are former holes and tears that got repaired by the magma
You're probably wondering: "Oh come on, Rodan and Goji were fine in the film when they got blasted" and I will say
1) Meh, just for angst
2) Goji and Rodan are two different species but I will admit that, yes, Rodan would've been able to deal with it better because he's made of volcanic rock but see number 1
3) In the film, Rodan was only hit by one blast. Here, it's three. Both at point blank.
But mostly, it's option one. Oh, don't give me that look.
So yeah, after having defeated their mate and thought to have killed him, the Triplets push back their pain and regret and set off to find Goji and Mosu, who are at Atlantis and trying to get the Atlanteans to evacuate with Anguirus helping them. Ghidorah attacks, Atlantis sinks with Anguirus dying there (maybe) and fight ends up being taken to Antartica. The triplets end up getting sealed and trapped under the ice and I'm considering having Mothra die, which explains her first appearance in KOTM. Either way, Goji is able to secure his position as Alpha but ends up losing four friends and a mate except mate will come back who knows when and three of said friends aren't exactly his friends anymore. Still really devastated, though
He goes back to Isla de Mara, hoping that Rodan is still alive and yeah, he is but seriously wounded. They chat for a bit as Goji carries Rodan up the volcano, he also tells him what happened, especially to Mothra, Anguirus and Ghidorah. Rodan is of course upset but knows it had to be done however, he still feels guilty about Mothra and Anguirus. They arrive at the peak, Rodan's children running up to him and Goji. They saw the fight. They watched their sires blast their carrier out of the sky. They thought he was dead - Rodan and Gojira try their best to calm the children. He'll be fine. He just needs to rest and recover and everything will be alright. They promise to the little ones.
Before Goji puts him inside his volcano to heal, Rodan tells him where Dagon's egg is located since he and the former Alpha had hidden the egg somewhere secret before Dagon died from his injuries.
"Promise me that you'll take good care of the kid?"
"I promise."
And Godzilla carefully places Rodan in the magma to heal. Rodan then goes into hibernation. After bidding the children goodbye, Goji then goes off to find the egg and does find it. He tries raising it alongside his son and tries his best before the Mass Hibernation started.
Millions of years later, Goji wakes up to a bunch of shattered eggshells and faded footprints indicating that the egg had hatched while he slept, his son, now full grown, still sleeping and also, the humans are noisy but also advanced. Still annoying, though. Oh, and they blow things up now. . . Great. Years later, he has to deal but eventually kill two rivals, descendents of his predecessor's killer. Five years later, his three former friends come back and well,
Millions of years later, Mothra hatches to, instead of adoring and loyal followers, strangely armored humans pointing weapons at her. One fires at her and well, just because Mothra is a child at the moment doesn't mean she can't kick ass. Sure, she does calm down upon hearing her mate's ever so familiar and comforting call but she ends up escaping when shit goes down, when dangerous humans enter and begin to kill everyone around her. Then when shit gets even worse when her three former friends come back and well, it's definitely ass-kicking time. Well, she needs to lay an egg first and then it's ass-kicking time.
Millions of years later, the triplets are rudely awaken to an explosion that frees them and the pests wearing weird armor and wielding weird weapons (San wants one of those rifle things though). It's a shame those weapons don't work on them but even then again, What is a human weapon to a gravity beam? Then their archenemy appears and well, while they manage to overpower him, which honestly proves their point on how weak he is, they decide to escape. Then as they fly away from their prison, they hear a roar, a familiar roar that they thought they will never hear again. Maybe. . . Maybe they can try again. They can be together again. They can rule this planet together, as Alpha and Beta. Hopefully. . . Then their beloved mate attacks them.
Millions of years later, Rodan wakes up to what sounds like an Alpha call, his now adult children still asleep and his volcano modified with metal and advanced technology. Not that he cares on the latter part. He wants out. And so he does and he's greeted by his patron city now looking very different and strange birds flying and blasting at him. Rodan isn't pleased with the things hitting him and reopening some minor wounds on his recently healed wings so, Rodan decides to teach some pests a lesson on how aggravating a titan is a terrible idea - Then he sees them. Deep inside, he wants to be happy to see them. It's been so long after all. But he remembers what happened. He remembers the fight. He remembers how they just attempted to murder their friends without a care about their history. He remembers the pain. Then with an enraged roar, he forgets his prey and lunges at his traitorous mates.
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Okay, I just finally finished writing this and holy shit, this was longer and way more than I expected. Like, I was just going to tell you guys some Rodorah angst but well, never dang. Here's some more stuff about Atlantis Days, I guess.
Also, pretty sure I didnt do a good job explaining but meh.
Though, I might edit this in the future, in case I get more ideas or change my mind or something.
Edit: Wording
#godzilla#mothra#mosugoji#well a mention of it#rodan#king ghidorah#rodorah#Atlantis Days AU#also Im trying to find a way on how Ghids remembered their past and why they decided to go back to being conquerors#Though I do have an idea in mind and that sorta involves adding another character into the narrative#also the wings arent the only thing scarred#Rodan also has lichtenburg scars on his back; sides; arms and neck#also thanks to the wing injury; he isnt as fast as he used to be#he's still the fastest flyer but just not as fast as he was before the fight
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Safe Haven 2/?
Co-written with @scream-qween
Pairings: Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch, Eventually Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins, Jon Moxley/Renee Young, Sasha Banks/Bayley/Charlotte Flair
Warnings: Violence, Language
Word Count: 1799
Summary: After an 8-year absence, 25-year-old Seth Rollins returns home to his pack but in no way resembling the Beta Werewolf that ran away after a violent misunderstanding with his brothers.
Seth is feral, and trapped in a form the bitten wolf shouldn't even be capable of, it turns out that he is the victim of a powerful curse that would make him a mindless slave.
Meanwhile Alpha Werewolf Drew McIntyre and his Part Banshee, Part Sea Witch mate Becky Lynch have joined the unorthodox pack of Haven in search of the final member of the Triad a seer told the pair they were destined to be apart of.
Taglist: @sethsevolution @feathers-and-flesh-and-wrestling @deepdisireslonging @writtingrose @pikapuff316 @hitory--chan @finnsauroraborealis @the-beastslayers-queen
Becky slowly walked toward the cage, not taking her eyes away from the deadly predator currently staring at her with golden-brown eyes. Kneeling next to her mate she took his hand in hers and hesitantly reached through the thick sliver infused bars with the other.
Seth lifted his massive body up to sniff almost delicately at her hand before whining in the back of his throat and laying back down.
"I believe that's a 'Yes, you can touch me', Spitfire" Drew says with a slight smile.
Becky took a deep breath and reached into the bars again waiting until Seth lifted his head up to smell it once more. "If he bites me, I'm killing Reigns" she muttered. Much to her surprise however, Seth let out a content like a sigh and nudged her hand with his snout.
"He let you touch him?!" Roman exclaimed in surprise, causing Seth to growl at the sound of his big brother's voice
"Shut the fuck up, Alpha," Becky said quietly, "If he bites me I'll fucking drown you, dry land or no"
"Shhh, It's okay." Becky uncharacteristically cooed gently at the trapped wolf "That big dumb brother of yours won't say another fucking word."
Becky started to chant underneath her breath and an ocean blue light surrounded both the hand holding Drew's and the one she had placed on Seth's head.
Seth closed his eyes, sighing, revealing dark brown eyes, as Becky's magic faded. "Becky!" Drew yelled as the redhead almost collasped. "I'm fine, he's fine"
Seth barked in response, wagging his tail. "Fucking dork" Roman chuckled
"You might want to get the siren" Becky said shaking her head to clear it. "That curse is a fucked up thing, it's powered from his life energy. I managed to block it from siphoning more off of him but I don't know how long my shield will last"
Becky stood up and flipped the latches on the cage door and opened it. Seth practically lept at the redhead knocking her back down
"Becky!" Drew called out
"I'm okay," Becky said on an almost giggle as the 400-pound werewolf licked her face and nuzzled at her like an overgrown puppy
The sounds of footsteps pounded down the basement stairs as Hunter, Stephanie, Mox and another heavily bearded man with an acoustic guitar strapped across his back filled the basement
"Hey baby brother," Mox said as Seth ran over to him, Stephanie petting his head. Roman slowly got up and left, Seth noticing and whining. "He's wondering about that" Elias said, sounding bored. "Give him time to adjust honey, he hasn't forgiven himself"
Seth yipped in response shaking his head "You've been gone a long time doll, shit changes." Elias told him before sitting cross-legged in front of the wolf and placing a hand on Seth's head, a green glow surrounding both of them. "Whatever shield you put up against the curse...magic can get through to him easily now." He says to Becky
"Don't get used to this, brat." The acerbic man tells Seth, "You owe me free coffee and a place to perform for the rest of my life once you get your shop up and running. No offense to Cesaro, but his coffee will never be as good as yours"
Seth somehow managed to make an expression of disgust and grunted at the siren
"Now you and your Alpha will hold up your end of the bargain?" Drew asked Mox.
"Sure, if you like sharing your food with a pair of vampires" Mox replied with a shit-eating grin
"WHAT?! You betray our kind" Drew snapped, Seth, stepping in between them and barking.
"He says thank you for helping him but please don't disrespect his family, ANY of his family," Elias says to Drew quietly
"Violet babysat him when he was little" Stephanie says "Finn played Lego with him, they are his family. We only found him in the woods because Violet smelled the blood from the mansion" the older witch shook her head.
"If Violet and Finn had been anything other then Vampires, they absolutely would have raised him themselves. It broke their hearts just as much as ours when he left" Hunter added
Seth whined "Oh yeah kid, you're in deep shit. Queenie is gonna get you for running off like a little bitch" Elias says with a nasty smirk
Seth looked down guiltily and nudged his brother. Mox immediately began petting his head. "Who did this to you?" Drew asked Seth who barked in response
"What?!" Elias' magic flashed poison green before settling back into a more mellow shade "Paul Heyman?! He says he went looking for his birth parents. He wanted to know where he came from...about a year ago he got in a fight with Heyman's pet monster and ended up like this. Hold on you've been like this for a fucking year?!" Elias exclaimed "You were trapped in full shift for a year. You were only feral for 3 months the best that you can guess?"
Seth whined, and looked down. "Seth, honey. Why didn't you tell me? I could have found them" Stephanie said.
"He didn't want to" Mox said. "That's what we fought about. I said that they were probably dead. Ro...he said he'd be turning his back on us if he went looking for them. Roman lost his temper and attacked him, that's why Seth ran"
Seth howled "I'm sorry little brother. I...shouldn't have said that bullshit." Mox says dropping to the ground and wrapping his arms around his brother.
"That's where I know that curse from" Stephanie says quietly "Heyman. He developed it. It strips Born Shifters of their humanity....holy shit. That's why it didn't work on you, Starshine. Heyman's curse only works fully on Born Shifters. He must have assumed you were one."
"We have to turn Seth back to normal first," Mox said firmly. "Before I rip Heyman to pieces"
"Take him to Finn and Violet," Elias said, "You can turn him back now I assume?" He says looking at Becky and Stephanie
Stephanie nodded looking at Becky "If you can keep your shield spell up, I know the counter curse for this. I've done it for someone else in our pack that used to be one of Heyman's pets. Cesaro wasn't under it for as long as Seth has been."
"Your gonna need a big ass circle for this one, boss lady." Elias told her "and you are definitely gonna need Balor to fortify it. A lot of energy is pent up inside Twinkle here."
"Can I ask what's with all the star references? He wears a shooting star necklace too." Becky asks
Seth dropped to the floor in embarrassment, "Oh its because he's obsessed with space." Stephanie explained with a smile "He wanted to be an Astronomer when he was a little boy"
Seth let out a series of mumbles that made Elias chuckle. "He still has that potty mouth"
"Do you think Heyman knows that the spell didn't work on Seth?" Hunter finally speaks up
"Let's hope he didn't think it wasn't powerful enough, last thing we need is him boosting his magic" Stephaine replies
"Are you strong enough for this?" Stephanie asked Becky, who nodded. "Let's finish it and bring him back." The younger woman replied
"Come on Seth," his mother told him. "Time to face your other set of parents."
The group headed along the path that winded through the south woods that bordered Haven to a large mansion that looked like It had been dropped there from the Victorian era.
"This place makes so much sense now that we know who lives inside." Becky told her mate.
"Yeah" Drew grumbled, still unhappy about this turn of events.
Seth had stuck close to the pair the entire walk, at times dancing around them and nipping at their heels like he was excited about something.
Elias looked down at the wolf and snorted "You know all hell is about to break loose when everyone figures that out right?"
Seth barked at him, giving his friend a wolfy smirk before he turned to Mox, with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Don't you fucking dare-" Mox was suddenly shoved down, landing in dirt, Seth howling at him, looking at Drew and Becky, the pair laughing.
"You little shit" Mox growled, taking his jacket off before shifting himself, turning into a reddish brown wolf before tackling Seth.
"What will cause all hell to break loose?" Becky asked Elias
The siren let out a rusty laugh, like it wasn't a sound he made often "I hope the two of you like living in Haven. He won't want to leave again anytime soon" he says cryptically before taking the guitar off his back and strumming it as he walked along
"He won't want to leave again?" Becky whispered to her mate "He as in Seth?"
"I don't understand love. Sirens are...cheeky" He teased.
"Damn right" Becky grinned, slapping Drew on the ass before continuing her path.
The group came across a wolf sitting on the stairs, jumping from his spot. "Hey Baron" Elias greeted. "We need to see Finn and Violet"
Baron looked at the blond streaked wolf and let out a howl.
"Yep, your senses aren't betraying you, the Prince has returned" Elias answered him
The huge black wolf spun and ran up the stairs of the mansion barking his head off.
"Baron!" a woman's French-accented voice called out, "What is that racket you are making Mon Loup?"
An unnaturally pale but beautiful blue-haired woman came into view followed by a bearded man with short brown hair.
"Finn, Violet something happened while you were away from home" Stephanie says
Violet sniffed at the air, and gasped at the familiar, long missed scent "My baby?!"
Seth barked and ran forward, Drew unknowingly tensing. "I missed you Chaton," Violet said, kissing his furry head.
"Why is he fully shifted….he shouldn't be able…." Violet started to ask as she unceremoniously sat on the foyer floor and pulled the huge wolf into her lap. Finn sat down next to her and Seth immediately moved so that he was draped across both Vampires as he growled softly at them.
"Hey twinkle? My French and Gaelic are both real fucking rusty, would ya mind thinking in English?" Elias sighed rubbing his temples. "I know. I know. Automatic reaction to being with your Vampiric parental units. Apology accepted."
"He says….Twinkle I know, that part has to be in French I do know that word." Elias rolls his eyes in exasperation "He says he's sorry for leaving without telling you, Maman."
"Do it again and I'll kick your fuzzy little ass" Violet says quietly, but with feeling
Finn sat there petting Seth before saying "Don't you EVER worry us like that again." A low growl entered his voice, his eyes flashing blood red. "All THREE of us will kick your ass."
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Modern Orc Boyfriend | Gordoxe
"I see hell in your eyes, taken in by surprise.
Touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside."
Reader x Orc story
Orcs rule the underworld selling humans & elves alike as slaves, what will Alice do when she's captured & made an offer she literally can't refuse? & how long will she last if she keeps pushing her new boss's limits?
The blindfold that was tied around your head was pulled down to your neck you looked up at the creature in front of you he was clearly the alpha male in the room, he sat in the middle of a red velvet lounge with women on either side of him, some were elves others humans. You shook your head how was this possible? You had heard of the slave trades on the news before, Orcs selling humans & elves to other races but you never thought it would happen to you & if you were honest you had kind of turned a blind eye to it, it was easy enough to do when it wasn't happening to you.
You winced at the pain of trying to keep your eyes open, you felt the bruise on your cheek pulsing & you could taste the blood from the split that had been punched into your lip.
You sniffed when you met the creature's golden eyes, he tore them away from inspecting your face, his gaze made you feel small...he made you feel something else too but you couldn't recognise the emotion.
"I told you not to harm the human's, I can't sell damaged product." He spat thrusting his finger in your direction, he galred at your captors.
The goblin beside you nodded vigorous & bowed his head "I-I know-" he cleared his throat before continuing "but she was a fighter, w-we could keep her until she heals. She will be prime product, I can guarantee that sir." The goblin swollowed hard & looked over to his dark elf partner for support buy only recieved a shrug in response before he averted his eyes to the floor.
You chuckled "not so tough now are you little man?" You teased under your breath, you were amused at how the confident smirk he wore earlier was wiped from his face with only a glance, you licked your bottom lip as blood trickled from it due to the width of your grin.
The orc who was clearly the leader of this group stood & began to walk over to you, he was a mountain of a creature & the muscles he bore on every inch of his body were huge, you shuddered at the thought of the pain that his giant fists would bring once they met skin but you didn't show your fear.
He smirked down at you before kneeling "everybody leave." He said, curiosity passed his features as he looked you over. The women & hunters scurried from the room, opening the door & letting the bass from the club flood in before promptly shutting the door behind them.
The orc infront of you grabbed your chin between his thumb & forefinger to get a better look at your face "what say you to a deal?" He asked before letting his grip slip.
You raised your eyebrow "what kind of deal?" You asked, trying to even out your breathing his touch sent shivers throughout your body & he radiated power.
"I'm not going to sell you little human, if you work for me." He said.
You pursed your lips "doing what?" You asked curiously, like you had an option. It was that or death but you would be damned if you let him think he had it over you, something in you wanted to defy his every wish.
"You will work close with me, I need someone to stick by me & do some off hand work that I don't have the time for, kind of like a secretary position if you will." He explained.
You frowned "what would a gang leader need with a secretary?" You asked confused.
He laughed "we have to have a way of making the money look legitimate, how do you think we don't get caught?" He asked "it's for my office."
You clucked your tongue "what happened to your last secretary?" You asked adding sarcastic emphasis on secretary.
He shrugged "shot." He said uncaring as he stood casting a large shadow over your small bent frame.
You cursed under your breath & stood slowly "fine." You agreed, it's not like you had a choice. You threw the handcuffs you had picked the lock of ages ago at him & he caught them with a chuckle.
"You're going to be a pain in the ass aren't you?" He asked with a smirk.
You matched his smirk with one of your own "you have no idea." You said as you flipped your hair over your shoulders with confidence.
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That was the first time you met him, Gordoxe the king of the Criminal Underbelly. Criminals feared him, police paid him for protection, he pretty much ran the country. He was the most feared Orc & yet you couldn't help but push his buttons.
"Alice!" He yelled from his office, you adjusted your small black skirt as you stood from your uncomfortable desk chair & walked over to his open door "get in here & shut the fucking door!" He boomed, you smiled sweetly at him & he growled "you are a pain in the ass, I shoud have killed you on the spot." He growled throwing his arms up with frustration.
You bat your eyelashes at him innocently "good morning to you to Gordy." You said happily, calling him by the nickname you had devised for him...he hated it which made you love it even more.
He slammed his giant fist on his mahogany desk leaving a crack in it, you couldn't help but gawk at the crack he left. It was ridiculous that you would be turned on by that but there you were practically drooling over it.
"Don't call me that! How many warnings do you need little human? I have a reputation to uphold! You can't go around disrespecting me like this." He said, you rolled your eyes.
"Jesus Gord-" he glared at you & you cleared your throat as you nodded "sir" you corrected yourself "you hired me for this position, it's not like I was qualified for it! I was a barmaid for christ sake." You argued, placing a hand on your hip as you cocked your eyebrow at him in a challenge.
"You're right-" he admitted with a small sigh, you raised your eyebrows as shock took over admitting you were right? that was new "I was impulsive & I should have checked your credentials before saving your GODDAMN LIFE!" He yelled.
It was your turn to sigh because he was right "I'm sorry I'll try harder." You gave in with a roll of your eyes.
He nodded making you cross your arms in protest "good I'll give you a week more to get your shit together, you've been here for two months, Ali you should be able to do the job with ease by now not just walking around looking like that-" he said motioning to your figure "in those damn skirts." You bit back a smile as he pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration you began to walk over to his desk absent mindedly as if your feet were moving on their own accord, swaying your hips with each step.
He licked his lips hungrily & leaned back in his black leather chair as his eyes roamed said hips.
You couldn't help yourself in that moment, not around him, not anymore. You wanted him, all those nights you spent pleasuring yourself to the thought of him, the tension between you both was getting to be to much, you reached around his desk & pressed the button that made the black curtains drop over the clear glass box that was his office.
"What are you doing?" He asked as you moved around the desk & crawled onto his lap.
"You seem pent up & I said I would try harder didn't I?" You asked with a pout.
"You're insufferable & annoying, little human." He breathed out.
You smirked "he says as he strokes my lower back." You retorted as you reached back & grabbed his hand pushing it down to your ass, letting him grab & knead to his desire, you bit your bottom lip seductively as you rolled your hips over the front of his jeans, a low noise came from his throat as he locked eyes with you.
He stopped suddenly & a look of hunger crossed his features as he grabbed the back of your neck pulling your head down to his slowly, he grabbed your chin with his forefinger & thumb as he craned his neck.
A knock on the door interrupted the moment & he growled lifting you off him, you darted around the desk & sat in the chair across from him on the otherside of the large desk -the very desk you fantasized about Gordoxe bending you over- & quickly fixed your skirt.
"What?!" He roared, you crossed your legs to hide your heat & stiffened as the door opened glancing down to make sure your skirt was sat at an appropriate height, you looked to the doorway & there stood Gas the goblin that kidnapped you "we've got a problem." He said, his face grave.
You rolled your eyes, you could swear that was the only way he ever started a sentence "we always have a problem, can I leave early today?" You asked.
Gordoxe narrowed his eyes at you "I'll have Sands take you back to the apartment, no stops, no leaving." Annoyance boiled within you, you could never go out or do anything when they had a problem. It's not like it was your problem, it was their's you weren't part of the gang after all you only dealt with the legitimate side of their opporation.
"That's not-" you began to protest but Gordoxe threw his arms up.
"No! You will listen to me, damn it. Go home don't argue-" he was pointing his finger violently at you "or I swear to god there will be punishments this time! for too long I have given you leniency." He said "I will do it no longer." & with that he stormed out of the room Gas trailed behind him leaving you with Sands, the dark elf who was assigned to you as a babysitter of sorts or as you like to call him the babesitter.
"Come on Sands, time to babesit." You said sullenly walking out the door, as usual he said nothing.
The elevator doors were open & a fair few people were piled in, there was just enough room for one more & if you could get in there without Sands catching you first, you could make a stop before going to the apartment all this pent up tension had you craving a drink. A man in a suit was about to press the button, you had about point two seconds to get in so you bolted into the elevator Sands ran behind up behind you but the doors closed you waved at him through the crack just before they closed & the elevator began to descend & you chuckled to yourself in victory, you looked around the elevator & people shrunk away from you they knew who you were. You worked closely with Gordoxe & that was enough to stay away from you, you smiled at them all & began to sway on your heels happily.
The second the elevator doors opened you ran out & into the city outside triumphantly, you finally had a moment alone, a moment without the lonely company of a babysitter who didn't speak, a moment of normality.
I'll drink to that you thought to yourself as you walked to the nearest bottleshop.
When you finally found one you grabbed the most expensive bottle of whiskey & paid for it with the company card, with all the teasing Gordoxe was doing supplying you with a little liquid release was the least he could do.
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It was going on dark by the time you had finished the bottle & you knew by now Gordoxe would have people out looking for you & he'd be royally pissed off. You walked back to Gordy's hotel where Sands stood guard at the large glass foyer doors.
He didn't even look at you when you walked past, you walked into the building & to the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse as you sighed & you lent your head against the wall preparing yourself for the bombardment of lectures you were no doubt about to recieve.
The golden elevator doors dinged open & Gordoxe was pacing on the otherside of them, he grabbed your arm & dragged you into the large penthouse, the expression on his face was positively murderous "you insufferable little brat!" He screamed "you have no idea how worried I've been! You have no idea the dangers that await you out there nor do you take them seriously! I warned you there would be consequences if you disobeyed me." He snarled.
"What are you going to do?" You put on a good front because of the alcohol but if you were honest...or sober you would be fully aware of just how seriously scary he was in that momemt & you'd admit that you fucked up.
"Oh, I'll show you." He said menacingly his large figure cast a dark shadow over you as he stepped forward & swooped you up. He threw you over his large shoulder, you yelped & squirmed but there was not a point in fighting so you quickly gave up going limp as he carried your body through the halls.
He took you into his office grumbling something about 'only wanting what was best for you' & how 'it was for your safety', he sat you onto the desk of his home office & you sat on the edge swinging your legs in the large gap between your feet & the floor.
He was so close to you that you could see the green rings that lined the gold in his eyes, your breath caught in you throat. He had beautiful eyes, that was the first thing you noticed about him. They were your first thought in the morning & your last thought at night, the way they held such a whirlwind of emotions it was hard to pin a singular feeling down but the whirlwind was only ever there when he was looking at you.
"You have no idea what you do to me." He said his voice deep & husky, his warm breath faned across your face making you shiver "your rebellious streak is causing me trouble." He said "in more ways then one."
You frowned "more than one?" You asked confused, how could little old you be causing the biggest ganster in the country multipul problems?
He smirked "you really want to know little human?" He asked, you licked your lips as you inspected his beautiful smirk & how the gold piercing in his right tusk shone.
You gulped & nodded, he grabbed your hand gently as his eyes bore into your own & he moved it down to the front of his black jeans. Your eyes widened & you gulped slightly when you felt the impossibly large buldge in his pants, you looked down to see that your hand was tiny in comparison to it & his eyes filled with lust at the sight causing the buldge to throb.
He moved his large hand up to your cheek & rubbed his thumb gently over the bone, your eyes fluttered close at his gentle touch & you moved your hand but only to pull him closer to you.
The space between you both was charged with electricity & you couldn't hold back any longer lest you both burst at the seams.
He growled as he moved between your legs, you wrapped your thighs around his solid midsection & pulled the collar of his white shirt towards you "careful little human." He warned.
You looked up at him with doe eyes "I thought you wanted to punish me?" You asked with a sickly sweet tone.
He cupped your chin in his forefinger & thumb like he did when you first met like he has done several times after & dipped his head down so that your lips were inches apart "I did didn't I?" He said his voice gruff before he closed distance, his lips were soft & warm. You moaned against them & pressed your lips hard against his, he broke the kiss suddenly but only to suck on your neck, you moaned again as his tusks dragged across your soft skin making your lower back tingle.
"Gordoxe." You whispered through a sigh.
He pushed you down against his desk & slid his hand down your stomach "say my name again little human." He growled as his fingers played with the hem of your underwear.
"Gordoxe." You sighed out again, his fingers slid down your thighs & back up sending waves of desire through out your body, he stopped at the entrance of your skirt & he began to laugh as he pulled away from you leaving you panting on his desk, you sat up on your elbows & frowned at him "I told you I'd have to punish you." He said.
Anger boiled inside you & you sat up from the desk "fuck you." You pouted as you walked to the door of his office fixing your skirt as you did "you punish yourself also." You pointed out, nodding to the very clear erection he had & with that you stepped out of the office slamming the large wooden doors close behind you.
(Hey guys! Sorry if this is a little awful, it's my first Orc story & it's three o'clock in the morning oh & I also had already wrote this out but the tumblr app shut down & deleted the whole thing so I had to start again...yuUup that was fun. Anywhoser I hope you guys liked this, let me know what you thought & if you have any requests I'd totally be down to do them -willing to do a lot of different creatures not just orcs- OH! & let me know if you'd like a part 2 or a different Orc)
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I'm Also Human
Summary: Shortly after the events with the nogitsune, a new member is in the pack. Malia Tate. You don’t really know her, but you know how alone she is so you decide to help her and get to know her. That’s how you end up in your basement with the were coyote on a full moon evening. And that’s also how you become her anchor and closest friend.
Requested? Yes, by anon
Pairing: Anchor!Reader x Malia, Reader x Stiles
Word count: 1762
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I hope you like it! I did my best but sometimes I’m not so sure about my English. I’m so sorry if there’s mistake!! And the gifs aren’t mine!
“It’s the full moon tonight.”
“I know Malia.”
“So you know you have to help me,” Malia added, frowning and standing in front of you to stop you from continuing to move forward. She was very persuasive when she wanted something.
Malia had joined the pack shortly after the incident with the nogitsune. Besides, she had almost been a victim of Void, but she had managed to survive. She was a fighter and you admired her for her strength of character and this is one of the reasons why you wanted to help her. Because she was part of the pack. She was all alone and on the other hand you’ll be able to learn to know her better.
You sighed as you place your eyes into her beautiful dark eyes. Malia replaced her hair behind her shoulder as she continued to stare at you. She wasn’t going to let you leave without an affirmative answer.
“Okay,” you ended up saying and a beautiful smile stretched her lips.
“You’re the best Y / N.” She finished before going to class. You scratched your neck, going in the school. You went to your class where your boyfriend was waiting for you. You had to tell him that tonight you wouldn’t be able to see him.
“Hey Y / N!” Stiles stood up to take you in his arms and lay his lips on yours. You closed your eyes and savored the kiss. When your mouths separated, you put your face against his, sighing again.
"I can’t come tonight.”
“It doesn’t matter, I won’t be able either,” Stiles answered and you felt less bad. Stiles was also looking for a supernatural creature on full moon evenings with Scott, aka Liam. “We’ll see each other’s tomorrow night, you can come and sleep at home.”
“With pleasure,” you answered him, pressing him against you.
The day passed quickly. The last class of the day was maths and you were seated near Malia who seemed to understand nothing about the gibberish that was on the blackboard. She had stopped underlined frantically everything on her book and had dropped her yellow highlighter on her desk. Her hands were clutching her desk and as you glanced at her, you noticed that she was clenching her teeth and that her claws had come out. Your eyes widened and as you were about to warn her, the teacher called her and other students to the blackboard to solve an equation.
Very bad timing. You saw that Malia had all the miseries in the world not to flash her electric blue pupils and growl at the teacher. And the full moon was the same evening, that wasn’t good!
You had to act before it was too late!
Suddenly you rose from your chair, your body as stiff as a stick.
“I’m going to be sick, I need to go to the toilet, emergency.” The professor looked at you outraged that you dared disturb his class, but you had to make diversion and if possible bring Malia out.
“Now,” you added, pretending to hold back. The teacher grimaced as the other students screamed not to do that in the classroom and after getting permission to go out, you grabbed Malia by the wrist and took her with you. The teacher didn’t contest and you glanced at Stiles to show him that you were fine and that Malia needed some air. Your boyfriend nodded positively and you went out with her. Once out of class, you didn’t slow down. The exit wasn’t far and Malia didn’t ask what you were doing. Once outside in the fresh air you place Malia against the wall and squeeze her in your arms.
“You’re not going to throw up on me at least?”
“Shut up.” You answered her. You stayed like that for a moment, in the arms of one and the other. Her breathing slowed down and since you had your head close to her heart, you could hear the beats slow down as well. Malia calms down little by little and you smile, stepping back to look in her eyes.
"You don’t want to throw up anymore, it’s good?” She asked you. You knew she wasn’t going to admit that she was about to lose control and that you had somehow saved her.
“I’m better, it’s good.” You answered her with a smile and then turned around to go back to class. Since you weren’t a supernatural creature with super-powerful hearing, you didn’t hear the faint thank you that escaped from the lips of the were coyote.
You had decided to spend the full moon in your basement, which contains a pipe strong enough to attach the handcuffs that you will put on Malia’s wrists during her transformation. Although Scott and Stiles had warned you that it was dangerous, you wanted to do that with her. So while your boyfriend and your alpha were looking after Liam, you would take care of Malia.
Once her wrists were firmly tied, you pulled back and took a chair to sit down.
"Are you going to stay all night?” She asked you, her forehead sweating, struggling against the effects of the full moon growing.
“Obviously. You are lucky that my parents aren’t there, otherwise they would’ve found it worrisome to hear…”
You were cut off by Malia who pulled tightly on her chains screaming.
“… howls,” you finished by swallowing. It was a good idea to put away the furniture so it wouldn’t be destroyed.
“Y / N, go away!” Malia shouted, half transforming. “I just want to kill you!”
“I won’t leave.” You answered, resolved.
"Y / N …” Malia continued closing her eyes and closing her fists to plant her claws in her palms, shedding her blood.
“I’m not going to leave you alone.”
“I’ve spent the last 8 years alone!” She grunted.
"That’s exactly why I don’t want you to spend another minute by yourself!” You tell her sincerely.
Malia stopped struggling on hearing the words. She raised her face and you looked into her sad blue eyes. Your simple words had touched her very much. Feeling that you were reaching her human side, you stood up and approached her. By reflex, Malia backed away.
“Don’t … come closer …”
“You won’t hurt me Malia. You’re not an animal or a killer. Before being a predator, you are a human being who spent too much time alone in suffering.” You stopped right beside her and held out your hand to her cheek, which you caressed tenderly. "You lived through too much suffering and brutality. ”
All the rage of her eyes disappeared and were filled with water. Before you could react, Malia began to cry. She felt on her knees and wept all her suffering, of having killed her family, of having missed 8 years of her life, of feeling different, of taking herself for a monster. You didn’t hesitate for a second and bent down to detach the chains that held her and as soon as she was free you took her in your arms. She wasn’t going to hurt you, she had too much pain inside.
You remained all night in the arms of one and the other on the hard and cold floor of your basement, until the sun was shining. Malia had fallen asleep in your arms and it was the ray of sunshine that pierced the window that made her open her eyes. As for you, you hadn’t slept. You had spent the night watching her, caressing her head tenderly. She needed tenderness and gentleness, she only needed to see that she wasn’t alone.
That evening you were exhausted but you really wanted to spend the night at Stiles, as promised. When he saw you, dark circles under your eyes and your hair all messed up, he couldn’t help but make a joke that you laughed all the same. And when your boyfriend insisted a million times to watch Star Wars, you accepted but felt asleep on the movie. So Stiles carried you to his bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead before he went back down to the living room to close the TV. When he came back, ready to sleep comfortably at your side it was to find a surprise already in his place.
“But what… ?! ”
“Shhh, she’s asleep. ”
“But you are in my bed Malia?”
“Yes. ”
Little silence where Stiles gesticulated with his hands without understanding.
“There’s place here,” Malia whispered, pointing at the opposite corner near the wall.
And Stiles could only accept to take the remaining corner of the bed and was crushed between you and the wall all night long. But it didn’t bother you that much because you were sleeping very hard. You had a whole night to catch up.
The next day, you were very surprised to see Malia behind you who slept in a spoon and Stiles in front, all stuck that slept in his drool. You laugh slightly when yawning. The hold got stronger around you and you heard Malia gesticulate in her sleep. You didn’t quite understand why she was there, but it was later in school that everything became clear. Malia was following you everywhere, smiling and looking really better. You knew she felt lighter. And Stiles, beside you, kept yawning and casting black glances around him as if the world was against him. During dinner, you finally got a head to head with Stiles who squinted on his plate.
“You know, it’s you,” he began, yawning and stretching.
“What,” you asked him, drinking your juice.
“Her anchor. It’s you. You are the one who makes her strong, who keeps her in control, the reason she’s so happy. ”
You smile against your juice and looked up to look at Malia, who was a little farther away with Lydia and Scott. As she saw you, she raised her hand to greet you and a smile illuminated her face. You had been there for her, you helped her. You were her anchor and her reason for keeping control.
And without knowing it, Malia also brought you happiness. She was a great friend.
You only had to get used to receiving her in bed almost every night, even when Stiles was there too. And her excuses were different every time, going from “if there’s room for you I can too,” or “it’s my turn” or “I’m tired, let’s sleep now. ”
And every time you could only shrug your shoulders in front of a desperate Stiles.
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