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Death Becomes Us

Part 8: Warm Hands, Frozen Hearts

vampire!eddie x supernatural!reader

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18+Only, werewolf!steve, allusions to smut, allusions to devious deeds, mention of addiction, mention of drinking blood, angst, waitress!erica, Bob Newby lives, Chief Hopper sighting, as well as another glimpse of vampire!max.

summary: you go on your "just friends" date with werewolf!steve, but meanwhile, Eddie makes a bold decision and things heat up between the two of you. Jareth's interest in you grows stronger, as does his determination to find out exactly who/what you are as everything begins to come to a head.

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author's note: for the sake of this story, Jareth is meant to be a cross between Jamie Campbell Bower and Eric Northman from True Blood. As a little reminder, The Upside Down exists in this story, but not the same way it does in ST. All of the ST characters in this do not know each other in the same way they do in the show. But, Steve and Robin are friends, because, well, always.

Fanger: derogatory slang for Vampire

Previous Chapter here

One week earlier

Steve was summoned to visit Sacrament in the Upside Down, and he should have gone with a few of his brothers in the pack but decided he didn't want company. He snuck out there through the portal in the woods in his hulking wolf form at first, to sniff the place out, noting the high number of vampires and demobats circling overhead.

He came back the next night in his truck, through the bridge, and was told to ask for Craven at the bar.

Craven sniffed the air and snarled when Steve walked up, and Steve returned the gesture, curling his top lip to show that he had sharp teeth too. Werewolves were very strong—supernaturally so—but they were not immortal like vampires, and so it was always wise to operate around bloodsuckers with a measure of caution.

“I’m here to see Jareth,” Steve shouted over the synth music, squeezing in between two scantily clad human women.

Steve was dressed like he’d just come from chopping wood in the mountains in a plaid button-down and jeans, and a wholesome curl of dark hair that bounced over his forehead. Craven, on the other hand, was tattooed from neck to hands, wearing a wife beater that fit tight around his muscles and slicked back hair that was a bit greasy, but in a sexual way.

“No one sees Jareth without an invitation,” Craven said smugly, throwing a rag over his shoulder to brace his hands in front of him.

Steve gave a wry smile. “You think I’d come here just to shoot the breeze with you Fangers? He knows I’m coming.”

Craven clicked his tongue disapprovingly and went to grab the phone on the wall above the cash register, but in the blink of an eye, Jareth was already standing there, right next to Steve. He must have watched him come in on one of the cameras mounted on the ceiling. Steve moved back, out of surprise, but then he stepped forward again, meeting blonde, vampire Jareth eye to eye, letting him know he wasn’t afraid.

Steve really wasn’t afraid; his alpha ego was too big for that. Sure, he knew there was a chance that an older vampire might best him in the end, but he’d get the fight of his life.

“Whatever he wants, it’s on the house,” Jareth told Craven, all while never taking his eyes off his guest.

Steve declined a beverage and followed in Jareth’s wake through the sea of people moving to the music under the blue lighting.

Back in the simple black and cream decor of his office, Jareth found his firey assistant Maxine sitting behind his desk and he waved her out.

“Oh? You didn’t tell me we were adopting a pound puppy,” she teased with a deadpan delivery, keeping a bored expression on her face.

Steve knew they’d be taking cheap shots at him, he’d prepared himself for it.

“Get out, Maxine,” Jareth said impatiently. “I need to have a word with our lycanthrope friend here.”

She obeyed, slinking out the door in her skin tight latex dress and platform heels, smacking her glossy lips in Steve’s face as she went.

Jareth was in all black with a slim leather jacket on that looked like it had been tailored just for him. He perched at the front of the desk, crossing his booted feet at the ankles, and folded his arms over his chest.

“Take a seat,” he told Steve.

Steve glanced down at the chair in front of Jareth. “I’ll stand, thanks. What is this about?”

“You really don’t know why I’ve asked you here?” Jareth’s face looked like it was carved out of stone. “Do you need a hint?”

For the first time, Steve broke eye contact. “I don’t have any news about the girl.”

Jareth tilted his head back, so that he was looking down his nose at the visitor. “You’ve been keeping an eye on her, like I asked?”

Steve gave a tight nod.

The truth was that Steve hadn’t accidentally bumped into you at the bookstore that day two months ago; he knew where you would be and he’d sought you out. His pack were in league with what some would consider “vampire royalty” and they made a lot of money doing jobs for them.

At first, he started looking out for you because Jareth told him too. But after around the third week, he realized he was protecting you because he cared about you. He didn’t trust anyone from the pack to watch your trailer after dark, so he did it himself. There were a few nights when he swore you’d looked out from your kitchen window and saw him: two red eyes glowing in his honey brown fur.

“What’s your interest in her?” Steve chanced, knowing full well that Jareth would not answer it if he didn’t want to.

“She says she’s human, but I don’t believe her,” Jareth raised an eyebrow. “There’s something else going on with that one, and until I find out, I don’t want any harm to come to her.”

You weren’t human, Steve knew that from the first smell. You were part human, part something else, as if your blood were filled with static from a television.

“I asked you here because I need you to get closer to her, to see if you can find out anything more about her…condition.”

Steve didn’t like this anymore, he felt like he was being dishonest to you, and that one day you’d find out he was hired to watch you instead of being the avid science fiction lover he’d claimed to be. Every time he interacted with you lately, he wanted to mention it, but he couldn’t figure a casual way to say, “hey, I’m being paid to watch you, I sleep in the woods outside your trailer a few nights a week, but I’m starting to have feelings, and was wondering if you were free for dinner?”

Steve pulled his shoulder’s back, puffing his chest out a bit. “If you want to know more about what she is, why don’t you just ask her, man? What’s with all the cloak and dagger?”

Jareth pushed off the desk and walked over to look at a piece of abstract splatter art on the wall while he spoke, clasping his hands behind his back. “My presence at her trailer park would certainly ring some alarms, I’m sure you are not so dense,” his tone was condescending but proper. “I don’t want anyone, especially Munson, to know that I have any interest in her. Not yet, anyway.”

Since Steve had been watching you, he was also well aware of Eddie’s comings and goings. “Eddie hasn’t interacted with her in weeks, not that I’ve seen,” Steve told him. “Appears like the two are avoiding each other.”

Jareth scoffed. “I’m not particularly a fan of his, but when Edward has a job to do, he does it well,” he turned from the painting and went around the desk. “My gut tells me that he has something up his sleeve, and my gut is never wrong.”

Steve let the information sink in. “You don’t think Eddie would hurt her? He’s a car thief and a drug dealer, but not a killer.”

Jareth bent down to pretend to look at some paperwork, but then his eyes lifted to Steve and he smirked. “Is that what he told you?”

“We’ve never really talked but—”

“I’ve been doing my own investigating, but until I get some answers, just get close to her however you can, I want to accelerate this end game.”

“And what endgame is that?” Steve’s voice was low and commanding as he pushed the sleeves of his flannel up to reveal the generous muscles in his forearms. He rested his back against the wall, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“The official endgame, Sir Harrington,” Jareth’s striking, ancient blue eyes gleamed. “Is none of your business.”

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“Sorry about that,” you told Steve as you climbed into the cab of his truck. “I had no idea he was coming over.”

You were apologizing for Eddie, of course, and the way he’d been giving Steve the death stare when he’d come to pick you up. The snow was coming down harder now, in huge wet flakes the size of quarters, plopping like dissolving puffs of cotton onto the windshield of the truck.

“Was he bothering you?” Steve asked protectively, glaring at the door to Eddie’s trailer while you fumbled with your seatbelt.

“No, he’s…he’s just a friend,” you said, trying to blink away the flashes of all of the sex dreams you had of him that were ricocheting through your head.

After Eddie had stepped out of your trailer and shut the door, he’d stood on your porch for a minute, taking his time to light a cigarette before slowly making his way over to his place. He made eye contact with Steve a few times through the windsheild, wondering if he should kill him.

The inside of Steve’s big old truck was warm, it smelled like winter wool and the yellow vanilla car freshener he had hanging from the radio knob. The song Working Man by Rush played low from the speakers.

You’d heard about the Werewolves of Hawkins from Bob and Argyle when a few of them came into the bar one night. Apparently, they were very reclusive and only ventured to town in human form every so often.

“Have you never seen a werewolf before?” Bob Newby, the owner of the bar you worked at, asked you with a tilt of his head and a curious smile. “They’re all over the woods. Beautiful creatures.”

He’d said it so casually, as if a man turning into a wolf and roaming around at night was the most normal thing in the world.

“Are there no werewolves where you come from?” Argyle asked while he wiped down a bottle of tequila.

You moved your eyes as if to think. “Uh, nope, not that I know of anyway. Hawkins is the only place I’ve ever heard of them ever existing before. What’s next? Are you going to tell me that Faeries and Shapeshifters are real too?”

Bob and Argyle exchanged a knowing look. Bob gave you a consolation pat on the back, “one day at a time there, missy. Let’s give you a chance to get used to werewolves first, and then we can move on to the next.”

That night in the darkness of the movie theater with Steve, you turned to whisper in his ear. “Can you change into a werewolf whenever you want, or only during a full moon?”

He chuckled, leaning in so that his cheek was on your head. He was so warm, you wondered if he had a fever. “When you’re a pup, in the early days, the transformation happens at the most awkward times. Once we get older and learn how to control our emotions, we can go through the change whenever we need to.”

“Like right now?” Your lips were close to his neck, breath tickling his skin, giving him goosebumps.

The side of his mouth moved against your forehead. “Just say the word, darlin’.”

Your hands fumbled together a few times while reaching for popcorn at the same time, and a voice in your head said:

This is nice

Steve is nice

Steve was a good guy who probably thought you were a normal woman who’d led a fairly typical life, and you worried you were misleading him.

There were a few times though, after the movie and on the ride back, when you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but then he would stop short. He’d rub the back of his neck and start out with, “yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” but then he’d shake his head and jump to another topic.

Steve cursed to himself at how bad he was fumbling the night, he felt like he was a goddamn teenager again.

The only thing he knew for sure after that night was that he liked you a lot, and more than ever he needed to cut ties with Jareth. He’d been meaning to break free from the politics of the pack to become a Lone Wolf, and this felt like the perfect opportunity. He was next in line to be Alpha, but it was a role that he had no interest in playing.

Parked next to the hearse in front of your trailer again, the snow had stopped, but it was up to your ankles now, and you couldn’t help but notice the light in Eddie’s living room was on.

“Here, wait, let me walk you,” Steve insisted.

“No, I’m good,” you were already on the ground, looking up at him across the seat. “If Bela hears your voice too close to the house, she’ll just go nuts again.”

You'd told him about your new companion earlier, and he looked at you like you'd decided to take in a pet dragon.

“I’ll wait here until I know you got in okay.” Steve said softly, giving you a nod. “Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

“I’m, well, I think–” you stammered. Was Steve about to ask you on an actual date? “I might pick up a shift at Main Vein tomorrow night.”

“There’s going to be a reading at the bookstore, and I promised Robin I’d help string some lights and set up some chairs. So, I’ll be in the neighborhood if you want to get something to eat or, whatever. I’d really like to see you again.”

He said the last part in a rush, partially hoping you wouldn’t catch it.

The admission made your cheeks hot under his steady gaze.

You told him you’d stop by if you weren’t waitressing, and at your front door with the key in the lock, you turned to wave at him one more time over your shoulder before slipping inside to flip the deadlock behind you. You closed your eyes and leaned against the door until you heard the rumble of his truck growl onto the main road, and then you flipped the lights on.

“Mr. Wonderful couldn’t walk you to the door?”

The voice made you jump and a scream caught in your throat.

Eddie was sitting on your couch, arms stretched out over the back of it, as if it were his trailer and he’d been expecting you.

You let the shock of it subside, taking a long breath to slow your heart rate.

You hung your bag on the hook by the door and started to shrug out of your coat. “You know, when I invited you in, I didn’t mean break in whenever you felt like it.”

“I didn’t break in,” he lowered one arm and rested that hand between his legs. “I know where you hide your spare key.”

“It’s not funny, Eddie,” you threw your jacket on the recliner. “I’d like you to leave now, please.”

“How was your date?” He bit out the last part.

“I’m not answering any of your questions,” you stopped in your tracks and looked around, suddenly alert. “Where is Bela? I don’t hear her. Eddie, if you did anything to her, I will —-”

“I would never hurt her,” he moved to stand up, and under his breath he added, “or you.”

“So?” You flapped your arms out, impatiently, blood pressure spiking. “Where is she?”

Eddie came forward and put a finger to his lips, motioning for you to lower your voice. He guided you down the hallway, ignoring your protests, until he arrived at your bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it slowly.

Bela was curled up on your bed in a blanket, breathing heavy like she’d just been dosed with a tranquilizer.

“She broke out again while you were gone,” he whispered. “Blew the bathroom door right off its hinges and came scratching at my door like maybe I had you.”

Your eyes went to the window across the room, seeing that there were boards hammered over it now, which was more of Eddie’s handiwork.

Feeling you softening at his side, Eddie pulled the door closed with a click. You were having a hard time meeting his eyes. You’d been so mad at him, so ready to scream and kick him out into the snow.

“She let you hold her?” You asked, noticing that you no longer had a bathroom door, Eddie must’ve taken it out to fix it.

“I'm charming, what can I say?” he shrugged. “And I gave her some of my blood from a little eyedropper.”

“You what?” You spun on him, appalled.

“Don’t sound so horrified,” He put his hands on his hips once you reached the kitchen. “They need vampire blood to calm their nervous system. She’ll sleep like a baby now.”

In the book you were reading, the author did say that demobats who drank regular doses of vampire blood seemed to fare better than the others, but you’d decided to disregard that information as speculation.

“In that case, I guess I should say thank you,” you opened the fridge and took out the Brita water filter and a glass from the cupboard.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his thigh against the counter. “Did that Steve guy try to make a move on you or what?”

You frowned at him. “Listen, you don’t get to invade my space and bombard me with personal questions. Why does it matter so much to you what we did?”

“I don’t trust him,” Eddie had his eyes trained on one spot in front of him, studying a patch of air while he worked his jaw.

“If it’s any comfort, I don’t think he cares much for you, either.”

Eddie’s head spun to look at you. “What did he say about me?”

“Nothing!” You clarified, raising the tone of your voice to match his. “He didn’t mention you at all, actually. It’s just a feeling I got.”

You took a drink, and when you put the glass back down, Eddie moved in, bracketing your hips with his hands on the countertop, caging you there while he searched your eyes. “Did he kiss you?”

You didn’t answer right away, and so he asked it again.

“Did he kiss you?”

The way his lips hovered there so close to yours made you swallow hard. The air between the two of you crackled with electricity. You waited for his eyes to go black, for his fangs to eject, for him to take your blood into his mouth like he had that night in the alley.

“Would it bother you if he had?” There was an air of pleading in your tone that you had not intended to be there.

Please let it bother you.

Eddie slid his bottom lip through his teeth and leaned back, stepping away from you. “I just think you should keep your distance from him, that’s all. Werewolves are notoriously…” he trailed off as if searching for the right word. “...undisciplined.”

You wondered about Eddie’s discipline, how hard it was for him not to go the rest of the way and claim you just then. To sink his teeth in and suck on that nectar of yours that he craved so deeply. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way the brown irises melted into umber and his pupils expanded.

You would not have stopped him, that was the final truth of it.

In that moment, you knew that if Eddie Munson wanted to kiss you, you would not put up a fight.

You would not pull back and ask, “what are you doing?”

You would just know.

“I changed the bulb in your porch light, by the way,” he added on his way to the door. “Noticed it was out.”

You did not turn to watch him go, you kept your back to him. “Thank you again for Bela and for boarding up the window.”

He mumbled something under his breath that made you look over your shoulder. “What was that?”

He stopped in his tracks with his hand on the doorknob, hair long around the shoulder of his leather jacket. “I said, you know where I am, if you ever need anything.”

Eddie stepped out onto your front porch and exhaled a shuddering, long-held breath. He shut his eyes and rubbed the heels of his palms into them. “Holy shit, Munson, you are such an idiot,” he scolded himself, feeling a sprinkle of snow again on his flesh.

He took a step down and then paused, thinking he should go back in.

Thinking he should tell you…everything.

Maybe you would understand.

Maybe you’d lean into his kiss and pull him closer.

Maybe…

But then the shadow of uncertainty shrouded him and he kept going.

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You ended up covering for Argyle behind the bar the next night while he went to California for a week, and thankfully it was a slow shift because you were still figuring out what alcohol went in which drink. But then a crowd of people on their way to the poetry reading at Robin’s came through, and two of them were vampires, so you had to get out the manual to remember which synthetic blood type to use in the various mixtures.

“Another whiskey with a beer back for the Chief,” Erica scooted up next to you and tapped your arm to get you to lean in closer to her. “Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

Jim Hopper was in a booth by himself in the dimly lit room, facing the door, and you had noticed that he seemed very interested in getting a good look at everyone who came in that evening. He still had his uniform on, since he was only recently off the clock, and he was tapping his knee and chewing on the side of his fingernail with some type of anticipation.

You knew that if you got closer, you’d be able to get a better read on his emotional state.

“I’ll take it to him,” you said to Erica, and then the two of you talked about the movie you went to with Steve because she hated it and said she was angry those were two hours of her life she could never get back. “I can’t believe you let a werewolf take you on a date,” she squinted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were looking for trouble.”

You moved around her with both of Jim’s drinks and winked. “I’m the one who’s trouble. They come looking for me.”

“Oh I believe that,” she quipped in your wake.

The closer you got to Jim, the more you could sense the yearning inside of him. There was desperation with sadness around the edges, and the hint of a familiar sinister urge, much like you’d felt with the Klemps all those weeks ago.

His eyes met yours only briefly when you set his drinks down, and then you asked if he wanted one menu or two.

“Not tonight, thanks. I’m waiting for someone, and then I need to split,” he nodded as he warmed the whiskey in his big hands and wiped a sheen of perspiration from his forehead.

Well, there was your answer.

You and Hopper both looked up when the door opened that time, and you were pleasantly surprised to see Steve standing there. Shoulders broad in his plaid shirt and his luscious head of hair looking wild from the wind outside. His face lit up when he saw you.

“Hey stranger,” you walked over to him, beaming.

Steve had been pacing out on the sidewalk between the bookstore and the bar for the past 15 minutes trying to decide if he should go in or not. By the way you were smiling at him, he could tell he'd made the right decision.

“Hey, you,” he gave a smirk and raked his big hand through his unruly hair a few times. He glanced around at the 8 or 9 customers. “Do you have a break soon? Or can I bring you anything?”

“My shift is over in an hour,” you talked as you returned to your station, waving at Bob through the serving hatch. Steve rested his elbow on the bar. “I was thinking I’d make my way over to the bookstore if you’re still around.”

“Oh I think I’ll be around,” he assured, tapping his knuckles on the wood, not wanting to sound too eager. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Erica glaring at him. She was not much of a fan of the supernatural.

Right behind Steve, a strikingly beautiful woman with short black hair and red lips strolled in. She had a long leather coat that she pulled tightly around her as she walked, and she appeared to know exactly where she was going, strolling over with ancient grace to Jim’s table. He stood up to greet her, and then they hunched across the table toward each other as if they were telling secrets.

You realized you were staring as you spotted a tiny vial of dark liquid in her palm just before she slid it across the way to him under a cupped hand.

“I’ll come back when you’re finished,” Steve said a few other things, but your mind had not retained them. “We can walk over together.”

“Sure,” you said absently. The mysterious woman with Jim got up and left after only a minute or two. Jim downed the rest of his drink, left a tip, and exited out the back, putting his hat on as he went.

A bit later, as you were changing out of your apron in the back room and counting your bills, you wondered where Eddie was and what he was doing.

It made you curse out loud, the persistent way your mind clung to him.

It was irrational and wholly unfair.

You wanted him to pull up in the GTO and tell you to get in without any explanation of why or where you were going.

The customers continued to wane, and Bob told you to skedaddle 20 minutes earlier than you’d expected, so you figured you’d get a head start and meet Steve half way. Erica flipped you off, playfully mocking the fact that you could go home before her. You snuggled down into your winter coat and pushed through the employee door that led to the parking lot at the greeting of a gust of bitingly cold wind. You stopped to pull your gloves out of your pockets and the door that could only be opened from the inside locked shut behind you.

When you looked up, Jareth stepped out of the shadows and loomed there, blocking your path.

“I’m afraid you'll have to come with me, love.”

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marilynthornhilllover · 1 year

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Lady dimitrescu x fem! Maid reader

Name: " I see the way you look at me"

Warning: mommy kink, 18+ content, indecent language, eating out, kissing, NSFW,teasing, fingering, age gap, dominance, overstiumlation.

It's safe to say that you had the fattest crush on your mistress alcina, well lady dimitrescu. You were never allowed to call her by her first name, you weren't even allowed to call her lady dimitrescu. She always made you wear a balck collar with A.D initial on it, owning you.

You were her maid since you were a little kid.

Your father was a rich merchant who did dangerous missions on vampires, werewolves, zombies etc all around the world killing them brutally. One day he accidentally killed one of alcina's fore-sisters. So while your mother was pregnant with you he made a deal to let you serve by her side for all eternity as her maid and "personal helper".

Lady dimitrescu was very evil, lets say. Not precisely though. She had to feed. She was a vampire, every vampire needs blood. But sometimes you'd watch as she slather innocent people well, men really, only men. And suck them dry. As a kid at the time you were scared of her, always obeyed her. Lady dimitrescu was a monster and so were her 3 weird daughters. Let's not go into their life..... let's just say their worst than their mother.

Lady dimitrescu was old enough to be your mother around her early to mid forties. She was 6 feet but she loves to were heels that would carry it up to 6'3. She towered over you like a building. She always smelled good. Always looked good. She would go around the house just walking around.

Sometimes she'd watch you clean, as she leaned against the wall of the kitchen you could feel her eyes piering at you. You were cleaning the top to the kitchen cupboards, but you couldn't reach. it was so high, obviously a giant lived here. You were really struggling. "Need help my sweet dove?" A low but stern voice asked. You knew to well who is was. "Yes please mistress" you replied softly.

You heard her heavy foot steps as she walks towards you, her heels clinging on the floorboards as she do so. She placed both her hands on either side of your waist and guided you up a few more inches. You quickly grabbed the stuff and she placed you back down. You turned around to face her not looking up. You didn't dare look at her. It was against the rules. Well so you were told.

Her hands never left your hips. Owning their place there. You were getting hot. Your knees began to give out. You were sure she could see the big red spots on your face. "Why don't you look at me darling" she said lifting your chin a little. She looked down on you like you were her prey, eyes filled with lust and desire. "Your so precious, and precious things needs to be treated with care don't you think?" She asked staring down at you.

The height difference alone took you out. You began to feel this pool between your legs driping from your core. You nodded like a dumb fool, at this she chuckled as she brings her hand up to your face to caress your cheeks. "Use your words baby, mommy wants to hear them" God you loved her voice. So soft but demanding. When lady dimitrescu gives an order she expects it done. " y-yes please mistress" you said but it was so low, almost like a whisper.

She chuckled, she knew the effect she has on you. She lifted you up and placed you on the counter. You were breathing heavy. She made shivers run down your spine and she felt it. Her body was very close to yours. You opened yous legs so that she could stand between them. With your legs on either side of her your maid dress was carried up a little. Now your thighs were exposed. Her fingers creeped up them with ease. Your head dropped back as you let out a whine, bucking your hips closer to her.

She had the largest smirk on her face. She loved seeing you so needy for her. She pulled your head back using your hair giving her more access to your neck. Her long snake tongue flicked across you neck, causing a sweet moan to break lose from you. Lady dimitrescu wanted you to make more of those sounds under her touch. She chuckled as she felt your legs shake beside her.

She hovered over your ear causing her hot breath to tickle you. "I can't wait to destroy you little one " she whispers before withdrawing her self from you. She smirks as she walks away. Her hips swaying with every move. You caught your breath and went back to work.

You couldn't focus, but you had to because you had to clean the house for Cassandra's birthday. One of alcinas daughters, in fact the middle born. She was your favorite of them all. The party planers were soon to arrive, and you needed to get ready before then.

You quickly finished up and went to your room. You didn't know what to wear. While you were dashing clothes out of your closet, you realized that a black box was sitting on your bed with a red ribbon,along with a little note card. You picked up the card and opened it and began to read.

"Bought this for you little pet, do wear it as it is. It's a little inappropriate but mommy would love to see her pet in it"

You immediately undid the ribbon and opened the box. The dress was beautiful. It was a red dress with an open back style, with slits at the sides to give your legs room to show. After doing your makeup and hair you put on your dress and matched it with some clear heels.

The party had just started when you out . There was alot of people that would attend the dimitrescu family parties every year. werewolves, vampires, ghouls, zombies, etc. You were very scared of them when you were younger, but lady dimitrescu always protected you from their little tricks.

During the party alcina couldn't take her eyes off you, not even to pay attention to her daughter Cassandra. She made it very difficult for you to focus on anything. She'd gave you theses dirty looks. Her eyes would fill with lust and desire everytime they were casted upon yours. She made you feel things, and she knew it. You felt like you couldn't breath. Her staring become so intense that you had to leave and go to your room.

While in there you tried to clam down and steady your breathing. Soon you heard a knock on the door, you knew fully well who it was. Opening the door alcina steped through the door frame. Yellow crystal eyes stared down at you through long thick lashes. You Back away til you were pressed up against a wall. "Such a pretty girl" she cooes as she caresses your cheeks.

You began to breath fast. You knees began to quiver and shake beneath you. Alcina knew the effect she had on you, so you didn't find it surprising when she placed her hand on your waist and the other in your hair. She pulled back your hair and began kissing your neck, her snake tongue, god that tongue could work miracles. The She way it flicked across your neck, god to have it flick across your pussy.

Your were still breathing heavy. She chuckled as she smiled on your sensitive skin causing you to shiver. "Did I take your breath away darling?" She said as she pulled away with a line of sliva following. You whimpered at the sensation. "Please mommy" you whined, grinding your body on hers " what is it baby, tell mommy what you want most" she whispered her hot breath tingling your ear. " I want you to fuck me, please I'd really like that" you spoke.

She smirked as she looked down on you like her prey that you were."be careful what you wish for darling" she cooed. "Take off your clothes " she demand. You quickly obeyed your mistress and did as you were told. Her eyes raked up your body like it was food.

She walked up to you and met her lips with yours. Demanding entrance with her tongue, you quickly granted her permission. Her tongue swooped into your mouth filling you with pure ecstasy. She quickly dominated you, owning you. Every single inch.

It was the best kiss you have in your entire life. She pushed you away from her gently licking her lips. "Get on your knees" she said. You did as you were told and she laughed at your obedience. "Good girl, so quick to please mommy. Now it's time for mommy to do the same for you" she said walking towards the bed.

She laid on the bed and tapped the space next to her. You got up off the ground and went up to sit on the bed beside her. "Now sit on my face" she said. Your eyes widen. She noticed your hesitation, smirking at you. "Did I stutter little dove?" She asked her tone of voice being colder than earlier, an early sign of her rage building. You'd hate to get her mad like how Ethan would get her mad, so you obeyed.

You lowed your face over hers. She grabbed your hips and plunged you down on her. As soon as your cunt met her wet sloppy tongue your collapsed onto stomach, turning the position into a 69. Her tongue gently worked over your clit, hovering over it lightly flicking her tongue over your sensitive bud. She gently started sucking and pulling on your bud. Your eyes rolled to the back on your head as sweet moans left your mouth.

Alcina moaned against your cunt as she tasted your sweet juices. She worked her tongue up and down your folds and she plunged her long tongue into you. You cried out. It felt so good. The way she would flick her tongue up and down as she sucked sucked. She was driving you crazy. You soon began to feel a knot in your stomach.

Your legs began to shake. Taking advantage of your soon to come orgasm she pushed 2 fingers into you, curling them instantly as she fucked you endless both with her tongue and fingers.

"Mommy" you cried out whimpering.

" Yes baby?" she spoke sending vibrations across your pussy. She held your legs open with her free hand.

" f- fuck mommy please" you cried out as you felt your orgasm nearing closer and closer every thurst of her fingers and flick of her tongue.

" Yes baby i know, ready to cum?" She asked going faster with her tongue and deeper with her fingers.

"God your so warm and tight. Go on Cum for me baby" she said. and so you did. She kept fucking you ruthlessly like an animal. You couldn't take it. The overstiumlation was too much.

" oh God mommy please I can't" you cried tears falling from your face.

" Yes you can babe make mommy proud" she cooed. Soon you cumed again making a mess of her fingers. She removed her fingers licking your juices off her fingers. She cleaned you up.

" aren't you mommy's good girl, and her good little fuck toy aren't you" you nodded as she chuckled. She fixed her clothes and so did you, you both went back out and went different ways.

The rest of the night your legs wouldn't stop shaking, and alcina noticed chuckling to her self. She ruined you and now you were hers.

And only hers to ruin.......

#lady dimitrescu #fypシ゚viral #fanfic #resident evil #alcina demitriscu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescuxreader #smut

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nivtee · 1 year

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: ̗̀➛ COUCH. sam uley

sam uley x gn!reader

fluff ! slight angst !

sam uley may not want you as his imprint, but you sure as hell want him

the words had stung from the moment they left his lips.

it was almost like your lungs were filled with water, like you were drowning in shallow water that you couldn't pull yourself out of. nothing could have prepared you for the way the strings in your heart broke.

sam uley had pulled your heart out, placed it between his teeth and tore through it like a pomegranate.

he was panting, his shoulders lifting and dropping in the same pattern that you'd been infatuated with ever since you'd met, shoulders rolled back and eyes shut so tightly someone might have believed he was afraid.

"i see," you cleared your throat and shuffled slightly. "alright, sam, i'll leave."

you didn't give yourself another second to think, turning on your heel and swiftly making your way back towards the parked jeep at the top of the driveway. if he didn't want you here, you wouldn't be here.

staying away from sam was easy, considering he lived on the reserve and you were on the other side of the town. seeing as how he was the alpha of his pack, you knew his boys would follow his orders.

and so you hadn't expected any of them to show up to your door.

rubbing your forehead, you glanced between the two boys sitting on your couch and sipped at your coffee. your house was a mess, seeing as how you hadn't been expecting guests and you were currently sick with the flu.

blowing your nose into a tissue, you walked back into the loungeroom, taking a seat on the single couch and face the two boys. "sorry," you motioned to yourself, "i would have made myself more presentable but, as you can sick-"

"sam's a wreck." you blinked. "he won't sleep and when he does he wakes up, screams a bit and goes back to sleep. he doesn't eat, fuck, he's a husk." jared cameron may not have been a friend to you but he was a friend to same. your sam.

"im not asking you and him to get together and have a kid or anything, just, sleep near him. on the couch even."

you sighed, "even if it did help, he wouldn't let anywhere near him." you pointed out. paul, who'd been mostly silent, smirked and stood up.

"leave it to me, princess."

despite the fact that you did not like being called princess by paul lahote, you found yourself standing outside the small cabin just after a month of avoiding it. you found yourself trapped between the air of the house and the boys, both ushering you towards the house.

pushing open the door, you took note of the couch that had been pushed against the wall, with blankets and pillows draped over it. you knew that on the other side of the wall was sam's bedroom, not that you'd ever been in it.

you and sam had met only recently, and you had just simply been friends until he started getting somewhat handsy, and you didn't mind, you encouraged him.

and then he had told you about werewolves, vampires, the lot. you may have freaked out a bit, but you'd eventually placed your hand on his leg, and told him that it was okay, that you were still there.

he'd looked into your eyes and time had stopped. for you at least, he was the only thing that you could see, behind him blurring into a flurry of colours and sparks, your fingers feeling as though they were threaded with his skin and your feet no longer touching the floor.

then, he'd torn himself away from you and screamed for you to leave. you'd obeyed, and now you were back. and now you stood in the middle of the slightly run down shack, annoyed at the tug on your heart and frustrated with the boys.

putting yourself onto the couch, the boys promised they'd wake you up before sam saw you, and as much as you trusted them, it didn't stop you from staying awake all night.

that was how your nights went, sleeping on a couch in the room beside sam, getting around four hours of sleep and then being shaken awake so paul or jared could drive you to your workplace, promising to pick her up later that night.

you hadn't heard from sam, but the boys had told you he felt better, he was waking up and going on patrols. they said he was gradually getting better, and they thanked you over and over.

you weren't sure how long you'd been keeping up this routine, at least two months, and somehow it had been kept from sam.

in reality, it had not been kept from sam. he knew exactly where you laid at night, if the boys tried to hide your scent they were doing a horrible job. he could smell your perfume, the shampoo you used, he could see the rings you left in his bathroom and the shirt you'd accidently stolen, believing it was your own.

he would never tell you, he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye again. he would continue to sit, lie awake at night and listen to your heart beat, your breathing, even your steps.

he knew he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be selfish.

and when you left in the morning, he would sink into the couch and get a final few minutes or rest for the night.

#sam uley #imprinting #angst #twilight sage #sam uley pack #twilight #sam uley x yn #sam uley x you #sam uley x reader #breaking dawn #new moon #stephanie myer twilight

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aspiring-house-husband · 10 months

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certain werewolves were quite good at living among the rest of the world. some were not. luckily, these wolves often find themselves in loving homes that take good care of them and ensure their success in society.

you are one of these such homes. you have a werewolf- a handsome, kind, considerate wolf. at least he’s those things most of the time. . . though always handsome, he could sometimes be inconsiderate with your time, stealing you away from important matters to have you speared on his knot, or he could be unkind, and deny you your orgasm until he felt you were needy enough for him. so you needed to take drastic measures to calm him.

you locked a shock collar around his neck. one wrapped in soft but sturdy leather but with a core of metal that his claws could not tear through. and one equipped with a secret surprise.

you were cooking dinner one night when he found you from behind and slipped his claws through your clothes. you recognized that he meant to tear them from you, but you pressed a button strapped to your wrist before he could.

he yelped and backed from you, rubbing at his collar. you turned to him and combed your fingers into his fur.

“shh, sweetheart,” you told him, “wasn’t that lovely? that collar is your new friend, and it’s going to help you learn to behave for me. you’ll be a good boy, won’t you?”

your wolf nods and so gently places his hands on your hips. he gets a kiss for his obedience, but you turn back to your meal before it burns.

it takes only an hour for his lesson to fade. as you eat the dinner meant to feed you both, he slips under the table and clumsily shoves his face between your thighs, so you shock him again.

“you will learn to behave like a good puppy,” you tell him, knotting your fingers into his hair. “and you will eat me out while i finish dinner without making a mess of either of us, like a civilized member of society.”

you cum just after you finish the entree. joyfully, he has managed not to emerge from your hole dripping and salivating. maybe he’s learning.

a week goes by. then a month. his behavior is improving, turning him into a gentlemanly puppy for you. his eyes glaze over when he sees the button on your wrist, and he drops to his knees whenever you press it.

“beg for forgiveness, puppy,” you tell him, and he whines and rubs his face against your thigh. “there’s my good boy, pretty boy. do you need to relieve your aching knot, pup?” he nods and opens his mouth to gnaw on your soft leg, but does not sink his teeth, for he knows the consequences.

“good boy, good puppy. you may have me.” like a gentleman he sweeps you from your feet and takes you to the bedroom, where his knot is hard and pulses inside you for hours. you press the button when he cums, just to feel how it makes him spasm an extra time inside you. stuck on his knot and nestled against his chest, you play with it around his neck. you’ve since hung a charm on the leather that reads ‘my puppy’ from the column of his throat.

“who do you belong to, puppy?” you ask him, and he kneads his fingers into you.

“good boy. and who do you obey?” he does the same, pulling your hips a little closer to him.

“that’s right. and your collar helps you obey, doesn’t it?” he nods and brings your hand to his face, the button on your bracelet catching his eye. he softly presses it for himself, and you both watch as his eyes flutter back and feel while he pumps cum into you anew.

“that’s my good boy. you just keep letting your collar think for you, and keep listening to my voice. you’re mine. my words are your thoughts, puppy. your collar is your friend. don’t you want to feel good some more?”

he nods, and you can’t deny his throbbing cock nor his dumb unfocused eyes another press of your button.

#werewolf #og #dumbification #story #monster #hypnosis

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anitalenia · 2 months

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𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙈 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆‎♡‧₊˚

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠. 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑥 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes — contains dark content <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it. Also, this is strictly woman x multiple men because reverse harem is just that. Harem is man x multiple women, ergo reverse harem

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A being hunted by a group of people — the circumstance can be interpreted in many different ways (can be a game between them as to who gets her first)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A being passed around a friend group

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple yandere loving person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A lost somewhere and taken to the home of person B, where multiple suitors await to take care of her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ demon brothers and their love (person A) — obey me! anyone ???

₊˚⊹.* ♡ kings and their favorite princess

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple boys at school wanting person A (like in anime’s where every boy has a vastly different personality / social status)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ enemy vampire clans wanting person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ werewolves sharing person A in the pack

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A’s professors find other ways to help her grades

₊˚⊹.* ♡ men of different species wanting person A (dark fantasy au) — like elf king wants person A, rogue werewolf wants person A, vampire lord wants person A, etc.

₊˚⊹.* ♡ stuck in a house with your captors (kidnapped au)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ biker gang x waitress who serves them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ angels x demons fighting for person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ kings x maid

₊˚⊹.* ♡ rivaling princes of different nations x princess of one — they come together in their want for her (can be kings too ig)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ criminal x cop partner x best friend wanting cop!person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ its mating season for monsters and they all want person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the only human in the monster clan

₊˚⊹.* ♡ queen x servants (where person A is the one in control / the dominant one)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A and her group of boys she grew up with

₊˚⊹.* ♡ sorceress x her creations

₊˚⊹.* ♡ servant x princes ( can be demon brothers, any kind of royalty, where person A is hired to be their servant)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple psychos playing a game with person A to see who can get them first

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a criminal being hunted by multiple bounty hunters / cops

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is stalked by a group of men then later taken by them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the new farm hand or new to a farm x cowboys

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the creation of person B, but she gets passed around to his partners with his permission — maybe her needs need to be met by more than just one person (person B is the main partner, but lets others use person A)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ bouncing off that idea, person B is the main partner of person A but person B’s partners / brothers / friends also want person A so he allows it

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A and all her step brothers

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her step brother and his best friends

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her step dad and his best friends

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her bosses

₊˚⊹.* ♡ succubus x demon men who love offering their services (can be human but humans die so do what you will)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x incubus men who always come to her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x vampire coven

₊˚⊹.* �� person A on house arrest x her security guards ( a lot of ways this can be twisted — different species, different circumstances, etc. )

₊˚⊹.* ♡ princess x her bodyguards

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a scientist studying alien life forms — they take turns using her so she can “study better”

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is traded to a dark king in return for her kingdoms safety (whatever reason you want), only to be shared between him and his royal court (including brothers & best friends)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a highly fertile woman in a dystopian world, shared amongst lords in hopes to reproduce

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x the men sent to kill her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A passed around between the Zodiac (as in the twelve Zodiac signs — dark fantasy)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ omegaverse — person A is passed around between the Alpha and his betas

₊˚⊹.* ♡ omegaverse — person A is passed around multiple Alphas

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x powerful gods who want her for themselves

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x dragon princes

₊˚⊹.* ♡ princess who gets kidnapped by pirates (doesn’t have to be a princess obvi but regardless she getting passed around the ship)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ villain x the men sent to watch her and keep her in check — bonus if at least one of the men is strongly on the hero’s side but can’t deny his attraction to her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ alice in wonderland au — person A is new to the world and taken under the care of person B. person B takes them home and is introduced to all the men there. some are also just introduced at some point and want person A (like white queen and red queen are really sexy menz, werewolf boy, twin boys, yk yk. Im trying not to make this too long but I already did)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x the lost boys — person A is lost and/or new to the world and is found by the lost boys (lowkey dark fantasy peter pan au)

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weministertomonsters · 8 months

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𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐛𝐨𝐲

It's not even noon and the kids are yet again causing a ruckus in the backyard. Mrs. Partridge blows a strand of steely grey hair out of her eyes and slams her fist into the bread dough, kneading it vigorously. She says nothing, but you can tell she's seconds away from grabbing her birch switch and going to town on them.

"I'll see what they're up to," you say hastily.

It's summer, and you can't blame the kids for being extra feisty when they're cooped up like this. The heat makes even you want to scream sometimes. Partridge Orphanage was started as a passion project by Mrs. Partridge and her husband, but when he died in a horse accident, funding all but ground to a halt and the orphanage was very nearly shut down. However, in a city as large as this one, the rejects need a place to go.

So, Partridge Orphanage stayed open and only a year later, was swiftly filled to the rafters with squirrelly children. Children who are making so much noise right now that the neighboring buildings might complain about the noise.

You wash your hands off and go to the front yard.

"Children, what is all the noise for?" You demand from the top of the porch stairs

Never mind that at fourteen you're almost still a child yourself, but as the oldest, you're expected to look after the others and help Mrs. Partridge run the place, considering she works alone along with a part-time cleaner. You didn't mind that much seeing as it curries you favor with Mrs. Partridge.

"There's a werewolf!" A girl not more than six years old, exclaims.

"Such tall stories," you mutter and descend the stairs to see what they're crowded around. "How can there be a werewolf-"

Your words die in your throat when you see a furry thing yipping and spinning in anxious circles, bloody foam flecked at the corner of his mouth.

"A-all right, children! Give him some room," you stammer, afraid of fingers being nipped.

The last thing you want is for a child to have a raging werewolf saliva-induced fever. Miraculously, the children obey, backing away and creating a large circle around the werewolf, who shivers and crouches on his haunches with wide eerie blue eyes, like a human peering out from the disguise of a beast.

"He's got a tail!" One of the children says, while another adds, "His legs bend funny too!"

"Settle down, children. And lower your voices, you're scaring him," you say, biting your lip as your mind roams.

You've never seen a werewolf before, even though it's common knowledge that they exist. Werewolves are dangerous and the few that coexist with humans are forced into manual labor, mostly on farms. Even fully grown, they never quite act human, so you've heard. What are you going to do with a pup of all things?

"What's this I hear about a werewolf?" Mrs. Partridge demands as she is led outside by some of the excited children.

The children step aside to let her pass, and you can't help but shift your stance slightly to shield the pup as Mrs. Partridge approaches. She doesn't like furry things and you've seen her kick at stray dogs when they get too close in the streets. Her eyes fall on the werewolf pup and grow wider.

"Oh my," she murmurs, more shocked than anything else.

For a moment, everyone is quiet. You burst out with,

"Mrs. Partridge, see how small he is, he definitely can't survive on his own."

She ignores you. "How did it get in?" She asks nobody in particular.

"Through the hedge at the side of the house, I think," you suggest.

Mrs. Partridge looks like she's about to tell you to put the pup in a box and place it right back in the street, but a thoughtful look comes across her face and she lifts her chin.

"It may stay. Provided you take care of it and keep it out of the way."

"Really?" Your heart soars.

Mrs. Partridge huffs. "Don't get too excited, girl. If it so much as nips at one of the kids, it will have to be put down. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mrs. Partridge," you say dutifully.

"Children, come with me. The meal is almost ready and you must all wash your hands. Including you, Jeremy!" Mrs. Partridge herds the rest of the children inside, leaving you with the werewolf pup, who stares at you warily.

You crouch down slowly.

"You heard her, you can stay," you tell him. "I don't know why she agreed, it must be a miracle. Just stay out of her way and you'll be fine. Blink if you understand me."

The pup looks confused, and with a whine, rolls onto his back, belly up and ears floppy against the grass. His paws and legs are clumpy with dried mud and like this, he looks more like a beast than a human.

"It's okay," you tell him. "I'll take care of you. Can I pick you up? Mrs. Partridge will be up in flames if you get dirt on her floors."

The werewolf rolls back onto his belly and cautiously scoots closer, his tail beating against the floor like a puppy that has been shooed away many times but is still hoping someone will want him. He whines and yips when you pick him up, but he doesn't bite you. That's a start.

He's incredibly thin and weighs next to nothing. You press him against your chest and feel the shivers wracking his small frame.

"Poor thing," you murmur. "Let's get you a warm bath and a meal."

Luckily, everyone is preoccupied with eating, so you have the kitchen and mudroom to yourself. You heat some water and mix it till you have a bucketful of lukewarm water. Then you set the werewolf in the tub and proceed to wash him carefully, trying not to be too personal about it. You're sure if he was in a better state, he could do it by himself. In the dimly lit mudroom, it's hard to look at the wet thing in the tub and not have your eyes deceive you into thinking it is a dog.

The water is brown by the time you rinse him off. You swathe him in a towel and tell him to wait while you get some spare clothes. You're not even sure they'll fit him, but he needs to wear something. When you come back, the pup is slightly larger than before and less furry. Even if his body is grotesquely deformed from being in between forms, he's standing on two legs, at least. If he were a human boy, he would be about nine or ten.

"Oh!" You blink, trying not to look slightly horrified at the contrast of wolfish muzzle and ears with human hair and a mostly human body. "Here, can you put them on?"

He takes the clothes from you with clawed hands and nods slightly, retreating into the mudroom. You fix two plates of the leftover food. You have no idea what a werewolf truly eats, so you hope the fare will agree with him. He sits well enough, handling his fork with clumsy hands, ears flicking as they listen to faraway sounds. He sniffs at the food and eats the beef and greens but ignores the mashed potatoes, so you try to put your portion of beef onto his plate. He growls as you reach out. It's soft and under his breath and he looks ashamed of himself immediately afterwards. You show him that you are only offering some of your food, not trying to take any away from him. He lets you put the beef on his plate and eats in three big bites, his tail thumping quietly. For the remainder of the meal, you eat in silence.

You watch him through the corner of your eye and wonder if he will manage to fit in with the rest of the kids. He has to, otherwise, he has no chance.

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This werewolf concept is one I've had for some months, but I was never able to find the right angle to approach it from. I think I finally have! Of course, I'm saying this based on the novel's worth of scenarios I've thought of while writing this, lol. You can be assured I will be writing more of this story. 😁

#werewolf #lycanthrope #exophilia #monster lover #monster x reader #monster x human #monster

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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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Alpha & Omega.

Alpha!Daryl Dixon x Omega!Reader.

One shot.

Santuary. Negan Era. Non-canon (at least not all of it.)

Warnings: Violence. Fighting. Blood. Death. Protective!Alpha. Fighter!Omega. Werewolves. Fantasy.

Words: 5000.

N/A: I know no one asked for it, but I had to write it. Sorry.

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Night has fallen on all of you, unfortunately, it's not the only thing, the Saviors have been closing your escapes forcing us to make drastic and hasty decisions until you find yourselves in the situation you are in right now, surrounded by enemies, kneeling on the ground, Maggie suffering terrible pain from her pregnancy, but no one knows what is wrong with her, everyone is pointing a gun at the group and a lunatic appears from inside the caravan and you feel your whole body tremble, lowering your gaze.

He is a huge Alpha, in his hybrid form, with jet black fur and white torso, his eyes glow with a reddish light, one of his gigantic claws hold a baseball bat, his paws dig into the ground with every step he takes, his strong scent envelops you all, bending even Rick who is your leader and an Alpha with a dominant instinct, but that man's, in his wolf form, was suffocating.

"Has anyone pissed their pants yet?" He says with a tone full of sarcasm. "Well, well... I actually come here very disappointed, you know? I'm a very reasonable guy, if you had come all the way to my house, we could have had a chat, come to an agreement." He paces back and forth. "But you guys decided to go after my men, you killed them in cold blood. That's not right." He walks up to Rick and his smile turns dangerous. "You came into my house and killed my people, that's not right, Rick." He tells him. "In return, I should do the same to yours, don't you think?" he tries to be reasonable.

"You were threatening..."

"What, are you really going to talk back to me?" He snorted through his teeth and grabbed him by the hair, but released him instantly.

Daryl has lunged at him like a guard dog, slamming into the jaw of the Alpha hybrid who recoils several steps back, Negan's men quickly knock Daryl to the ground, Dwight aims at him in the head with his own crossbow, you jump out of your seat.

"No, Daryl!" you whimper in total panic.

"Stop everyone!" Negan howls getting everyone to stop.

Dwight doesn't lower the crossbow but steps back a few paces, they lift Daryl up with a sharp gesture, Negan walks up to him and rests the head of the bat on his chin. Your breath hitches dramatically, horrified thinking of what could happen, but Daryl doesn't hesitate, his blue eyes are locked on the Alpha's, defiant, letting his Alpha instinct rise, but Negan's is stronger.

"I was going to kill you, I was going to make you give in and tear you apart bit by bit, but..." His smile grows wider and his eyes bore into you. "I'm going to be benevolent to you, just this once." He continues and you all feel some relief. "In return, I'll take something with me. Her."

The bat swings away from Daryl's chin to point at you. You gasp several times, your eyes fill with panic, you want to refuse, but he keeps talking.

"She's an unclaimed Omega, and I need a new wife." He looks at you with intensity. "You're young, you'll give me some beautiful puppies, and I'll get my army back."

"No..." Daryl growls wanting to move, but they keep holding him back.

"If you don't... I'll kill your friends, one by one." He looks at you with intensity and you know he's not lying. "What do you say, beautiful?"

"If... if I go with you..." You whisper.

"No!" Daryl refuses again and takes a direct punch to the jaw.

"If I go with you!" You say again. "Then you won't hurt my friends... and you'll leave Hilltop alone..."

"Hilltop uh..."

"Promise me and I'll go with you..." You insist, he seems annoyed by your demands, but your Omega scent appeals to him.

"Okay, beautiful, I won't touch anyone and I'll leave Hilltop alone." He agrees and gestures to you. "Come, Omega, let me see you." You find it hard to obey, his voice bothers your ears and gives you a strange feeling in your stomach, still you have to do it for your people. Trembling you stand up and walk towards him. "No. Show yourself to me, your true form."

You hesitate, standing before him, head bowed, but eyes wide open. You have never used that form. No one has ever seen you like that. You don't like it, your true form, as Negan calls it, makes you vulnerable to Alphas, being an unclaimed Omega, your essence, your instinct, your scent as an Omega is triggered in that form, attracting all Alphas around you, not being in heat there is never a risk of being harmed, but you doubt with Negan that matters. Nevertheless you know you must obey, you swallow nervously and slowly let your body transform. Daryl holds his breath as he clenches his fists tightly, controlling his impulses. His heart is racing and his head is dizzy. An intense smell of forest, river and burning wood floods his nose making him gasp. He has never smelled anything like it, his wolf inside his writhes, howls in despair and Daryl feel his skin burn as Negan touches your tan fur.

"Precious... I never want to see your human form ever again." He warns you. "You will be my wife now, and this will be your form."

"Y-yes, Alpha..." You whisper lowering your head.

"Okay, now to go home, boys." You tell your men and nod your head. Two other Betas hold Daryl tightly and push him into the van.

"No! No! You said you wouldn't hurt them!" you protest looking at Negan.

"I'm not going to hurt him, we're taking him with us, he's going to be our little dog, a gift to you." He smiles and grabs you by the waist, guiding you towards another one of the vans.

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You can't help but shiver when you arrive at that huge abandoned factory and Negan introduces you to his other wives. You aren't the only Omega there, there are five more women there, but they are clearly not there of their own free will, possibly threatened like you. Negan lets you settle in with them and when he disappears, they all return to their human form. That surprises you, but you don't move from where you are.

"You can change form if you want to. We all do it when we're not in front of him." One of his "wives" explains to you.

But you don't trust them, maybe it's a trick to find out how far you obey their orders and you don't want anyone to get hurt because of you, you don't want Daryl to get hurt.

Daryl...

Your eyes fill with tears at the thought of the Alpha. Your story... there really isn't a "your" story you've been traveling companions and friends since he found you locked in the shed at your parents' house after escaping a burning farmhouse, as the group told you, they were running around looking for food and shelter and they found you. An Omega alone, no mate, no Alpha, unmarked and unclaimed, locked in a musty old basement where her parents intended to keep anyone from touching her until it was time. At first you found it hard to trust them all, their scents were very different from each other, Alphas, Omegas, Betas, the group was a very peculiar mix and you had only known your family, your father kept you safe, your mother hated you for what you were. Slowly you changed, finding your true personality, becoming stronger, the time you all spent in prison, in your home, made things easier, but not much changed with the Alpha. Daryl always kept his distance from you, you were friends, you could trust each other, but the Alpha was never around you when you were alone. He, a lone wolf, without a mate, without an Omega by his side, was vulnerable to your scent, to your heat and always tried not to be around you for too long.

However, that didn't change what you felt for him, what you still feel. It's not just you, your insides know it too. He is your Alpha, your partner, your soul mate. You didn't know it at first as you had never heard about them, always hidden, your parents didn't tell you about Alphas and Omegas relationship until they found an Alpha for you, but then the world went to shit and you were locked in your basement. But when you saw him, when you smelled him, you knew that was your Alpha, not the one your parents tried to find for you. Now you can't do anything about it, you've been captured by this Negan guy who's a psychopath and to stop him from hurting your people you're going to have to let him brand you as another one of his wives. You shudder just thinking about it, the imposition of Alphas is something that has been going on forever, destined or not, when an Alpha meets an Omega, he goes on instinct and marks him, Negan is one of those Alphas and he disgusts you.

"You, the new one." You turn to find a blond man with a burnt face.

Dwight, Daryl told you about him and his partner, how they stole his bike and his crossbow after he helped them escape from the guys chasing them. He gestures for you to follow him and you leave the room walking behind him, your eyes observing everything discreetly, but noting in your mind every turn, every nook and cranny, mapping it out in your head.

You are taken to a doctor to be examined, to find out if you are okay, if there has been another man in your life, Daryl is there too, possibly they are healing the shot in his shoulder, or maybe not, but embarrassed you watch as the Alpha listens to the doctor's words. No one has ever touched you, at your age you are a complete virgin Omega, it's humiliating for you, but apparently it will be a very good thing for Negan.

"She will be an awkward mother at first, but after a couple of litters, there will be no problems." Says the doctor.

A shiver runs down your spine as you look at him in fright, A couple of litters? How many children did Negan intend to have?

"Well, I'll let Negan know about it." Dwight says gesturing for you to go with him again.

"Wait." Daryl speaks in a whisper. His hand closing over your fur causes a whimper to escape you.

"Let her go, Dixon, don't complicate things any further." Dwight warns you. "You don't want Negan to do anything to her as punishment, do you?"

"It's okay, Daryl, don't worry." You smile slowly at him, pat his hand and walk away with Dwight.

***************

It's humiliating and cruel, Daryl has lost the time, the times Dwight has shown up at his cell and insulted him, fed him dog food and reminded him that his Omega will never be his again. It's been days since Daryl has felt the cold and dampness that pervades the cabin they use for him as a cell, naked, dirty, hungry, rage and the desire for revenge is what is starting to grow bigger and bigger in him. Not only having him there is bending his instinct, seeing you near Negan makes him sick, to his nose still comes that smell of forest and freedom that he likes so much, which relieves him, Negan still hasn't marked you and if he has tried, you haven't let him. That makes that his strength doesn't decay completely, he remains weak and submissive, but he is sure he will be able to fight if necessary.

After several days of captivity enduring Dwight's continuous abuses, the door opens once again, the smell of forest reaches his nose and with a trembling body he looks towards the door of his cell, you are next to his captor, Negan is also there with a crooked and cruel smile.

"What have you done to him?" you gasp in fright at the sight of his whole bruised body, you don't even care about his nakedness.

"D has been taming our dog, a bit unruly in my opinion, but I think he's ready to go out and play with the others now." Negan scoffs and you shiver.

"He'll obey, boss, he knows what's at stake."

"Of course he does. Let him get dressed, we have to go." Negan says, walking away.

You're tempted to stay, to help Daryl, but the huge Alpha pulls you, leading you away from the cell.

The journey passes in silence, Negan's voice reaches a point where you no longer hear it, ignoring him. You are taken to Alexandria, meeting the gates of the community gives you goosebumps, but you are not prepared for what happens next.

Negan has no compassion, the humiliation he publishes towards Daryl tears you apart inside, not only does he show you around like a trophy, Daryl is his dog, he goes after him obeying everything the jet fur wolf asks him to do. You want to ask him several times to leave him alone, but you knew that would be much worse. Negan walks around with you all over the community as if it were his own, although in reality it is, he has taken over everyone's will based on fear and threats. You've lost people because of him, and you're not willing to let him kill anyone else. Rick walks submissively by your side, showing you around, talking about the supplies they've tried to gather, without much success, he asks for Daryl back, he knows you're a more complicated deal, but Negan refuses.

"Sorry, Rick, but I like having pets and Daryl is starting to buckle." His huge claw comes to rest on the archer's head, the archer doesn't flinch, but he doesn't raise his head either. He just tries to ignore that it's there.

Each new visit to the community implies a new stab to your heart, seeing them like this, unarmed, weak before this group that doesn't even know how to live among them breaks your soul. You've never been a very brave Omega, you learned to defend yourself like everyone else when the world fell, but now you feel Daryl's rage and helplessness reflected towards you, and that gives you a strange power.

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Daryl is back in his cell, now with that horrible brown suit they have given him, at least he doesn't feel so cold anymore, but Dwight's music keeps playing, his verbal threats don't stop either and he feels that every day he finds it harder to stand his ground. He curls up in a corner and rests his forehead on his knees, trying to calm down, to think of something.

About you.

Remember that day in the basement of your house. They had entered the farmhouse looking for shelter and supplies, it was almost all destroyed, your father's body turned into a Walker, they took him out of the house and when he heard noise under the house he didn't hesitate to go and see what was going on. That's how he found you; huddled to the side, hugging your body, scared, dirty, as hungry as they were or more. Daryl at once noticed your condition and how his inner wolf stretched curiously towards you, he tried not to show himself dominant towards you, even though his instinct was screaming for it, he knew there was something special about you.

"Daryl..." He hears your voice on the other side of the door and tenses. "Daryl, please tell me you're still there..."

"You shouldn't be here..." He whispers in a breathy whisper.

"No, I shouldn't and neither should you." You say in a firmer voice and then open the door. Daryl looks at you confused, but relieved, you're back in your human form. "That's why we're getting out of here."

Your words put him on alert, he looks at you with a confused and frightened expression. Carefully, he gets up from the ground and holds onto the wall, he feels weak, but when he smells you, your scent transports him new energy, something to fight for, he has to protect you, go home, help his people. He advances several steps towards you and kisses you. You sigh against his mouth as his hands cradle your cheeks and you feel him steal your breath with his kiss. Your whole body melts, longing to melt into your true Alpha, but now is not the time. Much to your regret, you break the kiss, but you look up at him with a smile.

"Let's go home..." You ask. "But I need you to help me."

"Sure, Omega, I'll do whatever it takes." He assures you feeling the tiredness has worn off.

"Good." You smile again and hand him an automatic and his crossbow. "I know you missed it."

"Thanks..." He whispers and then realizes that you are wearing his vest, something wild explodes inside him and he has to calm down.

Like you said; the important thing is to escape from there. When you are sure that Daryl is ready, the two of you run down the factory corridor. It's not going to be easy to escape, there are still many of Negan's men there, even if some have gone scouting or are threatening other communities, but you don't care, you open fire on anyone you feel a threat and crosses your path. The gunshots soon draw the attention of the whole building, more and more coming at you, some transform, others don't have time, but everyone gets a bullet between the eyebrows. You manage to get out of the building, the door leads you to the courtyard where they are holding those Walkers who are strategically placed by the prisoners. Daryl drops his gun to pick up his crossbow and shoot several guards that are approaching you. As he reloads, you cover him by firing as well.

"I'm out of ammo!" You yell at him.

"Me too!"

You both look at each other intensely, there are still so many people left in there, you may not even make it out alive. Daryl nods and you feel goosebumps rise on your skin, but you do the same. You get up from your hiding place again. Daryl grabs you by the waist to fire his last remaining round and you jump down the stairs, next to the fences of the infected. Your back collides with his and you feel a howl rip through your throat as you and Daryl transform at the same time. You had never seen the hunter transform before, his hybrid form, a towering wolf on two legs, tri-colored fur, brown, gray and white, with blue eyes that glowed unnaturally bright. You feel it hard to breathe, his Alpha scent shooting up, enveloping the whole place, a smell that makes you feel at home, protected and safe, a mixture of White Maple, cigarettes and leather, even some of Negan's men, Betas, recoil and lower their heads in total submission, but it's too late. The anger and rancor that has been brewing inside Daryl these days is boiling over and the wolf isn't going to stop it.

That becomes the scene of a real war, Negan's men jump to fight, you do not stay behind, the Walkers corner you but you also get rid of them, around you there are only decomposing corpses, defeated wolves, men split in two, the earth has a red color of spilled blood. You are exhausted and wounded, you feel it hard to stand, Daryl has serious wounds, but you are both alive. For now. With clumsy steps you approach towards him, your muzzle brushes the fur on his neck, Daryl groans low and rests his forehead against yours. The two of you stay like that, being each other's support, catching your breath, your strength. This isn't over yet, you still have to get out of there, back to Alexandria.

"What happened here!" you hear Negan barking behind you.

Suddenly, to your nose, his aura is no longer as powerful nor does he seem as big an Alpha as those days ago and you understand that his power and bravado was fueled by the strength and insanity of the men following him, he was just another Alpha. Daryl beside you keeps shaking, he grits his teeth hard and growls menacingly, the blood of his victims dripping down his gums to the floor.

"It's over, Negan." You tell him. "You have nothing left, only death... this is what you brought upon yourself."

"You've killed my men..."

"All of them." You assure him. "We have freed your wives, the people who lived under threat from you and your men, you have nothing left." You shake your head. "You are no one anymore."

"No... Damn you..." He roars full of anger.

"Let's go, Daryl, he's no longer a threat." You tell your Alpha, but he doesn't move.

"No... he's killed our people... he's mocked us... he's humiliated us..." The hair on his back bristles with every word.

"Alpha..." You try to call out to him, but his eyes are locked on his target. "Okay..." You sigh and step aside.

Daryl doesn't hesitate, his hindquarters flex to give him momentum and he runs straight at the other Alpha. Negan scrambles and for a second seems to get huge again. The collision of the two bodies is brutal.

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"Saviors!" shouts Sasha as she sees the van approaching toward Alexandria's gate. "Negan's coming back!" She warns.

"Get down from there, we'll wait for him like we planned!" She is answered by Rick running towards the door.

Sasha obeys by placing her gun on her back, stepping down from the gate guarding area. All of Alexandria is in position, not only them, Hilltop and The Kingdom have come to help, all hiding and waiting for the right moment. Rick tries to compose himself, takes a deep breath and when he hears the van stop, he opens the doors.

His words get stuck in his throat, his eyes fill with tears and he feels his knees wobble for a second as his eyes show him what's on the other side.

"No..." He gasps in a breathy gasp.

"Dad?" Carl asks fearfully.

"Help me!" he shouts as he opens the doors all the way. "Warn Denise! Tell her to get the infirmary ready!" He breaks into a run and everyone is confused until they see it.

You walk slowly, limping, your tan fur now bright red due to all the blood decorating it, over your shoulder you carry the unconscious body of Daryl, as wounded or more than you, in your other hand, you carry the ultimate proof that Negan has been defeated; his head. Rick transforms, a gray and white furred wolf, his scent for a moment brings out a whimper from you, it's not the first time you've seen him transformed, but now his strong authority as an Alpha displeases you. Nevertheless, you agree to let him charge Daryl's body against his, you can't take it anymore, you drop to your knees and Rick touches your head.

"Alright Omega, you're home, you've brought your Alpha all the way here, he's safe..." He rewards you and you moan softly letting the tears finally spill over.

"He's very weak, Rick..."

"Denise will take care of him, don't worry, you must rest too and then you will tell us what happened." He asks you, you nod and let him take Daryl inside the community, quickly, as he needs urgent attention, you let your people wrap you up and introduce you to the new arrivals.

You've all been through an adventure and hell in your own flesh, for no one has been a valley of roses having Negan's presence on your necks, The Kingdom, with Ezekiel as King, tell you about the tyranny they were going through, you're surprised to see Carol next to the man, but you don't say anything, you like the couple they make, Hilltop and Jesus seem relieved, perhaps feeling guilty for asking for help against Negan and that all that happened, but you can't blame them either, the idea of going after them had been yours, so all that was going to happen anyway. You tell them about the battle to escape from there, Sherry, Dwight's wife helped you escape, you are not indebted to her, they betrayed Daryl first, but the woman felt guilty and wanted her partner back, so between the two of you you looked for a way to find the weapons, distract the guards and get Daryl out of his cell, after that, she took Dwight from there, leaving Daryl's things behind, because they knew that if they stayed there, the Alpha would come after them too. You told them how Daryl fought Negan, how small and vulnerable he seemed after losing his army, you are not proud of the violence and cruelty Daryl used to defeat him, but now you can live in peace without his looming shadow over you.

Everyone wants to know more about what happened at the Sanctuary, but you are too tired, physically and mentally to continue, you need to make sure Daryl is okay. You apologize to your people, who understand the situation, and let you go to the infirmary to check on your Alpha, even Denise leaves the infirmary for you when she sees you arrive. You have to admit that his condition is not as bad as you expected, now without all that fur covering his body, the wounds are not as deep or severe, equally Daryl is still unconscious, resting on the stretcher in Denise's infirmary, you are sitting next to him, watching him silently, relieved to see him sleeping, you feel happy because you are safe, you are home. With trembling hands you caress his arm, you feel his quality skin under your touch, Daryl grunts in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. You watch his wounds continue to heal and smile, you lean in slightly and brush his ear with your lips.

"Alpha..."

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Alpha.

His eyes flutter open, his heart is pounding and his breathing is wild. His whole body is still alert, for a second he is tempted to transform again, to keep fighting, but then a smell comes to his nose. Forest, wet ground... you.

Alpha.

He grunts low sitting up on the gurney, his gaze searching for you in the empty infirmary, Denise appears and smiles warmly at him, she nods and Daryl jumps up. He's glad to be in Alexandria, he doesn't hesitate to hug his companion longingly, but he quickly gets out of there, he knows what he's looking for.

His nose guides him, without missing a millimeter, he finds you next to the pond that is in the community, you are turning your back to him, but Daryl knows that you have already felt his presence, you are wearing his vest and in your hand you hold his crossbow. Daryl feels his wolf squirm inside him and sighs.

"Omega..." He calls to you, slowly, you turn to look at him, your eyes glow in the darkness of the night and he knows he is lost.

"Alpha..."

Neither of you need to say anything else, your bodies transform, back to that wolf form that is held on two strong hind legs and you take off running. Daryl waits, a few seconds, not too long, he counts mentally before following your trail, running after you. The gates of Alexandria are open, letting you both out, closing behind you again. You don't care. Your surroundings have disappeared.

Giving way to an ancient tradition between Alpha and Omega, Daryl pursues you, tracking you, hunting you down, Hunter and Prey, Dominant and Submissive. Alpha and Omega. It's always been that way, but Daryl knows you're a warrior Omega, a fighter, that you won't let him catch you easily. It's that part of you that drives him crazy, that makes him want to catch you and have you all to himself, when you saved him against Negan, when you went after him and went out fighting together, so that ritual becomes more exciting for him. He pauses among the trees, sharpening his hearing, sniffing the air, scratching the ground, trying to detect any movement, he howls and you, unable to contain yourself, respond to his howl. Daryl lowers his ears looking for your position, growls and runs off in your direction.

When he finds you, you have returned to your human form, completely naked, with your back to him, but your head is tilted slightly to one side, listening for the man to reach your position. Daryl stops, takes a step back, he can't attack you while in your human form, he could tear you apart and he's not going to lose you for a desperate move. He rests his claws on the ground, he growls calling out to you, waiting, you slowly turn to look at him.

"Alpha..." You call out to him and he Daryl lets out a whimper.

Then you run towards him, transforming on the way, catching Daryl by surprise, you jump and hit him. Surprise and excitement shake Daryl's body as he takes the impact. You are a wild, fierce Omega. No one taught you how to respect an Alpha, how to act with them. Daryl holds your body and pins you to the ground.

He's going to teach you how to be a good Omega.

***********

"Did we let them leave?" Carl asks as he sees the doors close.

"Yes..." Rick replies.

"But out there..."

"Trust me, nothing and no one would be stupid enough to get in their way now." He smiles again.

"Don't you think we should go after them?"

"No. This is none of our business."

"Will we ever see them again?" He asks more distressed.

"Of course."

"When?"

"That's up to them, they may be back tomorrow, or in a couple of days, maybe a week."

"A week?"

"When I met your mother we were gone almost a week." He laughs at the look on the young man's face. "They've been putting this off for a long time, so it's possible they'll be quite a while."

"And Michonne? With her you don't..."

"She's an Alpha woman, she's different, these rituals are between Alpha and Omega..." He smiles and touches Carl's back. "You will understand when the time comes. Now let's go rest, for today I don't think we need to stand guard."

Carl hesitates, watching his father come down from the watchtower, he's still young and there are things he doesn't understand, but his father seems pretty calm about it all, so he doesn't insist.

On their way home, father and son hear two long howls echoing in the night.

The End.

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 23 – prompt 23: Blood-Replenishing Potion – word count 689

Blood-Replenishing Potion - Replenishes the taker’s blood if they have been injured and lost blood

It had been an exhausting week. Normally Remus’s exhausting weeks were around a Full, with the hunger and the anger mounting up until the night the wolf got out, then the slow process of recovering from the transformation and the injuries. The full moon was two weeks away still, but they had been studying Werewolves in DADA that week and he just wanted to crawl somewhere and never come out again. All those hours hearing the professor teach them about how dangerous he was and his classmates asking more and more questions had really felt awful. Of course, the rest of the Marauders had done their best to disrupt the lessons, collecting a fair amount of detentions, asking silly questions to make him laugh or playing pranks on everyone. Even Lily, who usually fumed at their antics, had very seriously interrupted the professor asking if the Ministry of Magic had really never thought to sit down and decide the best course of action with the Werewolves and not only spout laws and restrictions without even involving them. Lily didn’t know about him, and he had appreciated her intervention even more. And now they had a whole essay to write about how Werewolves were in fact the most dangerous of all magical creatures. He had toyed with the idea of not turning in an assignment for the first time in his life, but at dinner Sirius had leaned towards him.

“Room of Requirement later on?” he had whispered in his ear. “We can get the bloody essay out of the way and then we’ll do whatever you want.”

“I don’t even have the will to decide what I want after a whole week of hearing how dangerous I am,” Remus had muttered.

He had agreed all the same, and was now pacing back and forth in front of the seventh floor wall. He got through the door as soon as it appeared, and closed it behind him with a sigh. It wasn’t the first time they met there, as probably most Hogwarts couples did (sometimes he wondered if the Room simultaneously created multitudes of smaller rooms for all the couples that needed privacy at the same time), and he had gotten used to the cozy bedroom in which he was now, with an endless supply of tea and chocolate by the fireplace.

“Pads?” he called.

“Here,” Sirius slowly got up from the armchair.

Remus swallowed. His boyfriend was barefoot, tight leather trousers hanging very low on his hips, a red dressing gown hanging open from his shoulders. His dark hair was slicked back from his face and his teeth looked different.

“What is this?” Remus asked as Sirius got closer.

“Essay research,” Sirius smirked. “Apparently another magical creature is as dangerous as the Werewolf, if not even worse.”

“Vampire?” Remus said, noticing Sirius’s sharpened canines before his eyes dropped again to his naked chest .

“Exactly. And I think,” Sirius’s hand wrapped itself around Remus’s tie, pulling him forward, and he lowered his voice. “A Vampire can tame a Werewolf any time he wants.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Because you will be very good and let me take care of you until you forget this whole week.”

Sirius’s tongue licked a strip on Remus’s neck and his breath caught. There was a tug on his tie.

“Are we agreed?”

“Yes. Please,” tumbled out of his mouth way too fast.

“Good,” Sirius smirked, before tugging Remus to the couch. “Sit.”

Remus obeyed, warmth pooling at the base of his spine as he faced Sirius’s hipbones and the tattoos appearing over his waistband. Sirius cradled his cheek with his free hand before placing a single finger under his chin to raise it.

“Told you a Vampire could tame a Werewolf,” he whispered before straddling Remus.

Remus whimpered as his hands jutted to Sirius’s waist to drag him even closer while Sirius bent down and licked his earlobe.

“And what do Vampires do?” he asked, but it came out more like a moan.

“When I’m finished with you you’ll need Blood-Replenishing Potion to recover,” Sirius whispered, starting to suck on Remus’s neck.

#a bit of roleplay always helps with stress trust me I'm a doctor (of English Lit)#also Lily obviously knows she's just waiting for Remus to tell her of his own free will #Remus definitely has a tattoo kink too #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #marauders #marauders era #lily evans #the marauders #the marauders era #just writing (like i'm supposed to live)

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sluttyten · 1 year

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UNHOLY | Chapter Two

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story synopsis: you’re a religious good girl when one day you find yourself sucked into a dark world of myth, legend, and creatures of horror. You never believed they were real, but now there are demons, vampires, werewolves, and so much more. In the magic and in the seduction, you begin to lose who you were and discover who you are. And most confusing of all? You want every bit of it.

genre: supernatural au, religious content & corruption, polyamory, plot! with (eventual) smut

characters: fem reader, yuta, ten, winwin, mark, others mentioned

length: 8,971 words

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The city is more alive than you first thought.

The empty square where you’d first arrived wasn’t at all an accurate representation of the rest of the city that these demons lead you through. Yuta strides ahead of you down the middle of a street devoid of cars or buses, Ten tagging along right behind you, chattering away excitedly though you’re not listening to him at all. There’s too much to look at, you can’t focus on listening.

Your hometown wasn’t a small town by any means, but it also wasn’t a huge city. Hell City, however, felt like it might put New York to shame.

You’d been there once when you were young with your parents, doing touristy things around the city, staring up at the skyscrapers in absolute awe. The city had been loud and smelly, but beautiful and exciting all the same. You’d visited museums and seen the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, Times Square. Of course, you’d visited a cathedral in the city, and all of the statues and faces of stained glass had made you deeply uncomfortable throughout the Mass, squirming in your seat as you felt watched.

You’d been a child then, so New York City had felt like the biggest place in the world, but standing here in Hell City when you’re an adult, this place feels even bigger. It’s quieter and somehow smells better than New York, but it’s equally beautiful and even more exciting. The city reminds you of a semi-apocalyptic one. Empty buildings line the boulevard, broken signs and windows, trash blowing down the abandoned streets. Occasionally shadowy figures pass by on either side of the street, but you have your head tilted back, looking at the windows high above you that glint like jagged teeth or fiery eyes. Gray clouds swell around the tops of the very highest buildings here.

But there is still life.

Distant voices echo down graffitied alleyways. Open doorways of buildings sometimes spill out light and sound, and one even puts out a delicious scent of Italian cooking and the sound of many voices and clinking glassware.

As the buildings rise even higher around you, so you suppose Yuta is leading you into the heart of Hell City’s downtown, the people finally come out of the shadows, filling in the sidewalk. They pass between buildings, shopping and chatting, some walk quickly with determined gazes. There are more restaurants, a rooftop bar on the third floor balcony of a very tall building, bright gleaming lit screens that remind you of Times Square, though these advertise things that you can’t even comprehend.

As the crowd grows thick around the three of you, your demons close in too. Yuta reaches back, his arm touching against yours, and he says, “Keep close to me. Getting lost in this crowd is possibly the worst thing that could happen.”

Ten stands right behind you, not quite touching you.

You obey, keeping close behind Yuta as he cuts through the increasingly dense crowd. When the air grows tight, when someone bumps into you from the side, you twist your fingers in the back of Yuta’s shirt, and you don’t even complain that Ten wraps an arm around your waist. The man that bumps into you hisses, eyes flaring a bright and unnatural shade of blue before his pupils expand into glassy black mirrors.

Ten hisses back, pushing you and Yuta forward.

As the other guy slips away into the crowd, Ten spits some words in a language you don’t know, and he keeps his hold on you. “Some demons have no fucking manners,” he mutters.

“Is everyone here a demon?” You ask, eyeing a group you pass by. All of them have red-tinged skin, black eyes, a few of them even have brutish horns curling from their heads. One glances in your direction, grinning and flicking a forked tongue out at you.

Ten smiles. “No, not by a long stretch. This city is more like a safe haven for the supernatural. Anyone and everyone supernatural is welcome and safe here. We’re guarded from the rest of the world, but they’re also guarded from us. There are people that make sure of it.”

“Is one of those people your Queen?” You stumble a bit over a crack in the pavement, knocking your chest forward against Yuta’s back, but Ten’s arm around you steadies you. “Is she here?”

Back in the graveyard, they’d told you that she’d demanded your presence, but somehow this city doesn’t seem to be the place you would find her.

“No.” Yuta looks back over his shoulder at you. “She’s not here. You won’t actually be meeting her.”

You frown. Then why are you here?

Once again, as if he’s reading your mind, though perhaps your face is just easy to read, Yuta explains, “She really demanded your extraction.”

Ten clears his throat. “This is the world you’re meant for, darling. And she figured two devilishly handsome demons would be the perfect pair to welcome you in and make you comfortable.”

Yuta nods, his gaze flicking up to meet Ten’s. “We’ve already got a place lined up for you to stay.”

Distrustfully, you look between them. “That doesn’t sound promising.”

Yuta looks back at you, his warm eyes flashing under the lights of the downtown area. “Trust us, pretty girl. We’re putting you up somewhere nice.”

The conversation ends there, and Yuta and Ten guide you silently through the rest of Hell City’s crowded center, leading you about three blocks away, through streets that grow gradually emptier though the volume behind you reminds you that this is still definitely a living, breathing city.

Yuta stops in front of a skyscraper that looks sketchy at best and downright dangerous at the worst. The bottom three floors look like they’ve been ravaged by fire–shattered and empty sockets where windows used to be, exposed beams that make up the walls and floors. Ash floats perpetually through the air, swirling up into a thick cloud when Yuta pushes open the front door. A chandelier dangles crooked from a beam overhead, nearly touching the floor in front of an abandoned doorman’s station.

The fact that two old-fashioned elevators sit parked to either side of the doorman’s empty desk doesn’t make you feel any better about this place. The lift is one of those with the gate that pulls across the front, but the other three sides are made of the same grating with large gaps that mean, as Yuta and Ten corral you on board the super sketchy elevator to the left, you can see clear through the building on all sides.

Whatever once happened here, nothing remains of the first three floors save this open-air elevator and the beams that keep this building from just collapsing. No walls, so the wind cuts straight through you.

Up a few stories in the rickety lift, you discover that the building isn’t as decrepit and rotten as it had seemed from below. Some stable walls begin to appear, and slowly a building grows around you, solid and – while not totally inviting – somewhat providing a sense of safety.

More than two dozen stories up, the lift finally swings to a stop with much creaking and grinding of machinery. Yuta pulls open the gate, stepping out onto a solid landing. You follow.

There’s nothing up here other than an empty stretch of hallway in front of you and one single set of double doors.

“No neighbors?” You ask, feeling a shiver work its way up your spine.

“In this city? Be glad for it. The last thing you want is a werewolf next door getting a little too annoyed with you, or a goblin with a penchant for breaking and entering.” Yuta slips a key from thin air, turning it in the lock.

You can’t help but gasp in surprise as the doors open wide.

You were expecting a burnt husk of a room, one filled with grime and muck, or maybe one that resembled a dark, dank cell. What you get instead is a luxurious studio, like the nicest hotel room you’ve ever seen, spacious and richly decorated.

“Magic,” Ten explains happily from behind you. “Get used to it, darling. This whole place is run on magic.”

You half-expect the illusion to shatter once you step over the doorway, but the apartment is real. It has a small kitchen to the right of the door, an open living space, a raised platform with a bed. There’s a small bathroom on the other side of the kitchen. One full wall opposite the entrance to the apartment is all windows, letting in the unnatural orange glow of the sky, and there’s even a small balcony overlooking the city.

This place has just the bare bones of essentials.

A bed. Curtains around the windows. A table in the kitchen area.

The bed doesn’t even have sheets, just a frame and a mattress.

“Is this all I get?” You ask, staring at the uncovered mattress. “Or are we going on a shopping spree?”

You think back to the crowded streets and all the shops. You’re not in any hurry to get back there, especially since you don’t know what kind of people you’ll find there. More demons? These two are already too much.

Ten pulls himself up to sit on the kitchen countertop across the room, his feet knocking against the cabinets beneath. “A shopping spree isn’t necessary. Didn’t you hear what I just said a few minutes ago? This whole city is run on magic. Ask and you shall receive.” He snaps his fingers and a fluffy pink pillow flops from the air down onto the mattress beside you.

You stare at it.

Yuta comes over to you, standing at the edge of the bed. “Life is simple with magic, baby girl.” He lifts a hand, tapping his fingertips beneath your chin. “What would you like? Ask for anything.”

Just ask for it?

“Can I have a glass of water?”

Yuta raises an eyebrow, but a half second later, there’s a glass of water in his other hand. You feel a tingle where his fingertips touch your chin, a shift in the air around you and him. There’s that tiny hint of sulfur in the air, but either you’re getting used to the smell or this manifestation didn’t cost Yuta as much as teleporting you from the cemetery to Hell City had.

He offers the glass to you, and you take it, feeling the condensation slick on the sides of the glass, cool beneath your touch. You hesitate as you lift it to your lips, but it doesn’t smell strange, and when you take a sip, it tastes just like water, cool and fresh.

“Do you want to learn how to do it?” Yuta asks, sinking down into a crouch so his head is level with your knees as you sit on the bed. “Anyone can do it, it’s magic.”

Magic.

You were raised to not believe in magic, taught that it was evil and unholy. That all things that had to do with the practice were corrupt and dark and would send you straight to Hell.

But you’re in Hell adjacent, aren’t you? In a city called Hell, accompanied by a pair of demons who you can’t quite trust even as you struggle to find a reason not to.

Another fluffy pillow flomps into existence on the bed beside the first, and Ten grins at you from across the room.

“Alright,” you sigh, looking into Yuta’s eyes. “Show me.”

They give you a run down of the basics. The simplicity of life with magic. All you have to do is ask for something, to really want it, to picture it clearly in your mind, and there it will be – a glass of water, a large platter of pasta, a pair of fresh clothes, a set of soft sheets – anything you ask for. And once you get it, you get it. A thought and it would appear, materializing out of thin air.

“There is no cost,” Yuta assures you when you voice that concern. “You can manifest whatever you want, free of charge.”

Ten leans back in amusement to watch as you materialize all sorts of things. He and Yuta laugh at the wonder on your face with each new arrival.

“Like a child.” Ten comes closer, teasing you, delighted by your delight when the sofa you’d been imagining pops into existence on the floor in front of the bed. Maybe you squeal in delight, rushing over to sit down on it, and it’s just as soft and comfortable as you’d hoped. Ten rests his chin on Yuta’s shoulder, and he says loud enough that you can hear, “She’s cute.”

Your amazement over the little things doesn’t fade.

You keep manifesting small things, little trinkets throughout the next few hours even as Yuta and Ten sit there and watch. The sky outside never changes, always orange, though it perhaps darkens a bit more, but full night never seems to fall.

“We’ll leave you here tonight, pretty girl,” Yuta says after several hours. You’re sitting surrounded, like a spoiled child on Christmas morning, with trinkets and blankets and clothes and bits of food around you on the floor. He stands, reaching over the mess to brush his hand along the top of your head. “You might not feel the need to sleep, but you probably should. Time passes strangely here in the city, and magic can’t always sustain you.”

Ten rises to follow Yuta toward the door, and as you watch them go, a strange feeling sinks into your belly.

“You’ll come back, won’t you?” The words leap out before you can stop them.

“If I’m being honest,” Yuta says, “I’m not sure there’s too much that could keep us away. We’ll be back, baby girl. Remember what I said.” He steps out the door, disappearing into the shaded hall outside.

Ten lingers for a second, fidgeting with a small figurine you’d manifested earlier. A small black cat that had come out looking more like Ten than the one in your head, so you’d tossed it at him, and told him it was for him. Right now, he holds it lightly, cradling it in his palm. His expression takes on a more sincere look than you’ve seen him wear since you met several hours ago, and he says, “I just want you to know, Yuta and I had absolutely nothing to do with the deaths of your parents. Whoever the demons were that did that to them–” He shakes his head, and you wonder if he knows all the gruesome details.

Tragically, your nightmares are the imprints of the crime scene. You weren’t the one that found them, but in the interviews with the police, in the articles that circulated about the double homicide, you’d heard disturbing details and seen crime scene photos. Over the years, your horror has subsided somewhat, but there are still triggers that flood your mind with the images.

“--They had nothing to do with Yuta or I. Our Queen of the Night has many different demons in her employ, not to mention there are reams of them that run rampant. There are those that are more violent and bloodthirsty than others, and I just really, really want to make sure that you understand, Yuta and I aren’t like that.”

You nod, staring at the cat figurine.

“Ten!” Yuta calls from somewhere outside the doorway, his voice echoing and amplified.

— — — —

Your obsession with manifesting, your wonder at this entire city, neither would fade for at least another week. You don’t even stir from your apartment, content with just materializing books and music, food and drinks, clothes, games, crafting supplies, anything and everything you could imagine.

Yuta and Ten keep their parting promises, returning the following day, and the one after that. With each visit, you warm more to them, trusting them and finding the little things that make them seem less like evil demons (as you’d been raised to believe) and just like people who are little different than what you’re used to. It helps that they soften as well, growing more friendly with each passing visit, intrigued by you as much as you are by them.

The city outside your window hardly changes. The sky is perpetually caught at dusk, and even when dense gray clouds fill the sky and hang low enough that they almost seem within reach, they’re still underlit by an orange glow that seems to come from everywhere with no definitive source. You can neither tell day nor night, and sometimes you forget to sleep, the passage of time nonexistent until you manifest a clock for yourself.

You’re not really sure how long you’ve been in Hell City, but it’s long enough that you’ve created a stocked library of books along one wall of your apartment, when Yuta and Ten barge together into your apartment.

“We’re going out,” Ten announces, crossing the studio without even waiting for a greeting. He pulls on the heavy velvet curtains you’ve drawn over the balcony windows, yanking them wide open. “Get dressed.”

“Out?” You’d been lounging in bed, resting upside down with your feet propped up on the fancy headboard (one you’d manifested instead of the one original to the bed frame), reading a book (Harry Potter, finally, which you’re sure you would find much more fascinating if you’d read it as a child, or maybe if you weren’t being introduced to it after you’d already landed in a magical world) under the glowing strands of lights you’d also manifest, which now hang and swoop from the ceiling, filling the room with plenty of light and even a gentle heat.

Yuta brushes aside one of the strings of lights as he walks towards the bed. “Yes. We’re going out. You haven’t even left this room since you got here. We told you, you’re not a prisoner. Come out. Explore the city with us tonight.”

Ten pushes open the door onto the balcony, letting in a breath of fresh air. He tips his head back, breathing in deeply. “We’re going to miss all the fun if we don’t hurry.”

“There’s people who want to meet you.” Yuta says. He snaps his fingers and the wardrobe you’d been storing all of your clothes in throws its doors open at his command. “Get dressed.”

Neither Yuta nor Ten make any move to leave the room or look away as you sit up in bed, flipping around onto your knees. “I can’t change clothes with you right here.” Your modesty is still very much intact, even if you’ve corrupted your morals with all of this magic, with befriending demons, allowing them to steal you away from the Church.

Ten rolls his eyes, smiling softly with affection. “Little saint, do you think it matters?”

“Little demon, why doesn’t it?” You throw back at him. “I know you’re demons, but fuck, give a girl some privacy.”

Ten opens his mouth to argue again, but Yuta appears beside him, covering Ten’s mouth with his hand. “Give her what she wants, Ten. I know you like her, but you have to make this one a slow seduction. Our sweet girl requires patience.” He winks once at you before he twists around, pulling Ten with him so they’ve both got their backs to you. Yuta fixes his hand on the back of Ten’s head, forcing him to stare straight forward. “Hurry, my love, Ten’s right. We’ll miss all the fun if we don’t hurry.”

You have a wide outfit selection after having spent however many days and hours and possibly weeks here in this room manifesting whatever you could dream of.

“Wear something red,” Ten suggests. “I like you in red.”

The only thing you have in red is something you’d dreamt up just for fun, never meaning for it to be seen by anyone else. It was based on an outfit a character in one of the books you’d read had worn, and it was the tightest, tiniest silky red dress. An open back, with barely-there strings that criss-crossed over your back.

“I, um, I only have–”

“Just wear it,” Ten says, and you swear he probably has eyes in the back of his head. “You made it, right? So, maybe even if it was just subconsciously, you want to wear it. No one here is going to judge you for it, darling.”

Ten’s words are all the convincing you need. It takes a moment to get it on behind the door of the wardrobe, tucking yourself out of the potential back-of-the-head eyesight of the demons. You materialize a pair of matching red fishnet tights, slipping those on beneath the dress, and a modest pair of flats.

The moment that they turn around to look at you, Ten takes one look at your shoes, scoffs, snaps his fingers, and suddenly you’re a few inches taller, teetering in heels. He’s right, and you know it.

The rickety lift is the same as you remember it being on the way up. It sways and rocks in the wind that gusts through the emptiness on the lower floors of this skyscraper. You’re still a few floors up from the street level when you hear the first hints of music in the city.

Yuta takes your hand when you reach the street, steering you in the opposite direction to where you know the heart of the city to be. He guides you down an alley, up a flight of stone steps set into a hill between two buildings.

In the however long that you’ve been residing here in Hell City, Yuta and Ten are the only people you’ve seen since that first night. From up in your apartment, the streets look almost entirely empty. There doesn’t seem to be any public transportation here, and you’re up so high that you can’t really see individuals walking on the streets. You’ve seen occasional cars, but they’ve been few and far in between. Sometimes you can see lights around the cities like the screens in the city center or fireworks and parties. Now you’re down here among the people, you see others walking the streets. Some look like normal humans, like you. There are some unmistakable demons–black eyes, visible horns, spewing smoke and sparks.

Yuta and Ten flank you as you pass by a group of men who gamble around a table outside what is apparently some kind of pub, but you realize they’re not just men when one of them roars in anger, leaping to his feet as he writhes and shreds his clothes, fur and claws and gnashing teeth appearing in an instant.

“Damn wolves,” Ten mutters. “Stay away from them,” he warns, curling an arm against your hip.

There are others too, creatures that you can’t identify on sight alone. Winged beings. Creatures with tentacles. Pale-faced women with sunken eyes and gaping mouths, staring at them for a little too long leaves you with ringing ears though they make no sounds you can discern. Short, squat men with rows of razor sharp teeth crowd outside a low door down one alley, gnawing at what look like bones.

It’s truly another world from the one you grew up in.

And that’s proven even more true when Yuta and Ten guide you down a short set of stone steps bridging one level of this city to the one beneath it. You step from an open city street down into a party. It reminds you of a parking garage with sloping levels, but instead of oil-stained cement painted with parking lines and arrows and tire marks, the floor is black and white tiled in dazzling and mesmerizing patterns. Instead of bare cement block walls there are rich brocade curtains, velvet tapestries, shining wallpaper, graffiti artwork, and pieces of framed art that look suspiciously like famously missing artworks from the world you know.

Strings of lights weave through the ceiling, silvery and sparkling like miniature stars fixed into new and unfamiliar constellations among the black and navy and deepest purple fabrics that make up the ceiling here.

And there are people everywhere. The place is filled. People of all sorts–ones that look human and some that look decidedly not.

“Come this way,” Yuta says, his hand tapping your elbow as he sets off into the crowd. Ten sticks with you, his hand resting at your lower back, pressing you forward behind Yuta through the crowd.

Together, the three of you wend through the party, either of the demons calling out to other partiers that they’re familiar with, pointing out beings to you that you would otherwise have no hope of identifying. It’s only Ten’s quick hand on your back that saves you from walking straight through the path of a woman that faintly glows gold, pointed ears sit atop her head, a bushy fox tail waving behind her, but as the woman passes inches in front of you, her bronze eyes glare imperiously down at you. Goosebumps rise on your arms and legs, and Ten chuckles behind you, sliding right up against you as he runs his hands up and down your arms.

“Chilly, darling? I could warm you up.” He breathes against the back of your neck, the air heating like a warm summer day.

You push away, hurrying to catch up to Yuta before the crowd can separate you.

Yuta leads the way through a small door tucked in a back corner.

The luxury of black tile and artwork, as well as the simple beauty of shiny lights and draped ceilings, all fades away. You’re not sure that you’re still in the same party that you just were. There are still plenty of people milling around, but it feels like you’ve stepped out of one location into another.

He leads you down a narrow path between two high walls, and it feels like you’re in a back alley, though there’s definitely still a ceiling over your head. You can feel the weight of the city above you, but you can also sense that there’s much more of the city beneath you and spreading out to either side.

A city beneath the city.

Yuta leads you along deeper and deeper into this labyrinthine party. Cobbled floors make the way difficult to navigate in your heels, and Yuta reaches back to steady you when you nearly topple due to a loose cobblestone. Smooth black walls and dim lighting line this path, and as the alley begins to widen, you notice many half-closed doors lead off into new spaces, inviting music and conversation and laughter spill out.

You peek through one doorway, finding a vast room full of gambling tables, a variety of creatures gathered there. Before you move away, one of the women at the table nearest to you flips her hair over her shoulder, and you jump as you realize that the way her hair shimmers and falls in slow-motion waves isn’t due to her probably having a fantastic hair care routine but rather to the fact that her hair is snakes.

“Snakes?” You ask Ten in a hushed voice as he pulls you along behind Yuta.

“A gorgon,” he explains. “Lovely women as long as you don’t do anything to offend them.”

You can’t tamp down your curiosity, peering in through more of the doorways that you pass by, unveiling more creatures and wonders of magic. There’s one room with tinny, screeching music and pastel lights that flash and flicker through the narrow opening in the door, and a glimpse inside reveals a room that you at first believe is infested with winged insects until you realize they are fairies. The pretty pixies you know from childhood stories.

You feel like your head has been on a swivel since the moment you stepped foot outside of the studio apartment, but as the path Yuta leads you on dead-ends at a door, at last you feel like you come to a standstill, staring straight forward when Yuta knocks on the door, and when it opens you see the room hidden inside.

It’s sacrilegious, the enormous mural hanging amidst a black curtain wall.

A painting of the Madonna, the young mother Mary, holding her blessed infant in front of a kneeling man. Only that’s not all. The painting has been defaced with ugly, dripping slashes of red and childish scrawlings of devils horns on the heads of the figures. The part of you that still desperately clings to the religious beliefs you were raised on cringes at the sight.

A sign hangs over the door, and you can just barely make out the carved script that spells out “Covenant” before you follow Yuta inside. The man who had opened the door nods at Yuta first, gives you a cursory look, and then nods at Ten as well. No words are exchanged, and if they are, you aren’t listening, too caught up in silent horror as more defaced artwork is revealed.

More artworks of both religious subjects and otherwise are displayed in this place. Paintings, carvings, mosaics, tapestries, even a few sculptures and reliefs line the walls. All of them are stripped in some way of their original beauty, whether that is by being splattered with paint, having been spray painted, drawn on, or (in the case of a sculpture of a nude woman, probably a Greek or Roman goddess) lipstick marks.

“Come along, pretty girl,” Yuta says, tapping the back of your hand, drawing your gaze away from the crude lipstick marks on the nipples of the sculpture.

Your gaze sweeps across the room.

This place reminds you a lot of the first room in this underground realm. Checkered tile floors, the artwork, and the sheer number of people in the room.

Music plays from somewhere in the room, a thrumming beat that the crowd moves to. They don’t seem to care that they’re all fully exposed in the light as they grind together shamelessly in the middle of the floor.

The far end of the room holds a throne, occupied by one man who looks entirely comfortable perched atop it, looking out over the crowd while he drinks a glass of wine.

He is where Yuta leads you. “I want you to meet some of our friends.”

Passing through the partiers on your way to the man on the throne, you realize that this crowd seems to be made up entirely of humans.

Now, you’re not sure about the specifics of who exactly resides here in this Hell City, but the supernatural creatures seem to outweigh the humans by quite a lot. So seeing so many crowded into one spot has you confused, and you’re right to question what you see because in this magical otherworldly town, everything is not what it first seems.

It begins when you notice two women making out in the crowd, one with her mouth on the other’s throat. And then you see a man dancing between another man and a woman, his wrists held to their mouths.

And then it all suddenly clicks.

“Vampires?” You ask, twisting around to look at Ten.

He nods, pressing his hand a little more firmly against your lower back. “Yes. The leader of the coven is a good friend of ours. Now keep up with Yuta before these hungry vampires decide to make a little snack out of you. You're like a sweet candy tonight, all wrapped in your tiny little red dress. Makes everyone want a taste.”

“Well they can’t have a taste. I’m not a snack.” You say, quickly rushing forward to catch up to Yuta.

“I beg to differ,” Ten says, appearing right beside you, his arm curling over your shoulders. “I, for one, could eat you up. One little bite, darling.”

You glance sideways at him right as Ten dips his head, brushing his mouth against your shoulder.

The heat that surges through you has nothing to do with his natural demon heat and everything to do with the way he and Yuta have been teasing you since they brought you here.

You’re a grown woman. You have urges and needs, hungers that spring up, and here in this place you know no one. Shit, you hadn’t seen anyone other than the two demons until an hour ago. You hadn’t succumbed to your urges yet, though both of the demons had been doing their best to seduce you, but you still had some morals, which meant drawing the line at having sex with a demon.

Though, having Ten’s lips on the bare skin of your shoulder weakens your resolve a bit.

You keep moving, trailing behind Yuta, and Ten falls back from your side though his hand slips down your arm, his fingers dipping over your palm before slotting between your fingers. You squeeze his hand in yours, allowing yourself this much.

You miss contact with other people.

Even before their consensual abduction of you, it had been a while since you’d had physical contact with another person. There was the occasional brush of hands with a stranger when you handed over cash or a card at a register, but your friends weren’t the touchy and huggy sort. You’d had a boyfriend, but he broke up with you almost a year ago. He was the last person you’d kissed. He’d been the last person you’d had sex with.

Having Ten’s hand firmly in yours is the most action you’ve gotten since then.

As you finally reach the man on the throne, Yuta looks back at you, extending his hand. You take his hand as well, and there’s something that feels too right about holding hands with both of the demons.

“I want you to meet Mark,” Yuta says, drawing you up beside him.

You look up into the face of the man on the throne.

He has a wide, honest face. He looks young and handsome, with dark eyes, a gentle smile. This Mark guy gives the complete opposite first impression as Ten and Yuta had. He doesn’t strike you as intimidating or scary or anything like that. Instead, you feel like you could approach him, trust him instantly. As your eyes are locked with his, you can picture yourself right now crossing the last few steps to the throne he’s draped across, taking a seat in his lap, trusting this man entirely with yourself.

It’s Ten that snaps you out of your trance.

His fingers touch your chin, forcing you to turn your head to the side, tearing your gaze away from Mark’s.

Yuta’s voice sounds cottony in your ears. “Don’t fucking do that. She’s not some toy we’ve brought you. Don’t play your little mind games with her.”

Mark laughs quietly from his seat, and he sits forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you already had a claim on her.”

“We don’t.” Ten releases your chin. “But if you’re going to try to seduce her, at least do it properly. Like we are.”

You roll your eyes at Ten. Their seduction isn’t working on you. You won’t let it. Neither will you let this vampire seduce you. They are all unholy things, and you want no part in that.

Yuta’s hand trails up your arm, curling over your shoulder. “We’re here for the party, Mark. It’s her first time out since she came to join us, and we assumed you’d have the best party tonight. Where’s all the fun at? This is just turning into a blood orgy.” He gestures at the crowd behind you, all the humans baring their throats and wrists and one woman who is offering a very risque drink from her thigh, the vampire on his knees in front of her.

Mark just smirks. “Maybe this is the fun, Yuta. I think you and Ten would enjoy one of these parties if you gave it a chance.”

“Do you two drink blood?” You ask, quickly glancing back and forth between them. You’ve never seen either of them eat or drink anything, but they’re demons, so you’re not sure if they require any kind of food or drink.

Yuta’s hand drifts up to pet your hair, and then, to Mark, he says, “Really, where is the party?”

The vampire lifts himself from the throne, still smiling as he says, “Follow me.”

Ten leaves your side then, hurrying to catch up to Mark, throwing his arm over the vampire’s shoulders and whispering to him until they’re both laughing. Yuta sticks with you, walking at exactly your pace as the four of you step around the throne, moving toward a passageway directly behind it.

The passage slopes gradually downward, and Yuta keeps his hand lightly on your arm to keep you from stumbling, which you’re grateful for when your heel catches on a loose cobblestone again.

“Careful,” Yuta warns. “One slip, a scrape, a drop of blood and you’ll have the vampires going rabid for you.”

After that, you’re a little more careful where you place your feet, but these damn heels Ten put you in aren’t helping anything. Actually, no part of this outfit is at all helpful right now. The farther down this passage you descend, the cooler the air grows until goosebumps rise on your arms and legs.

“Wh-Where are we going?” You ask Yuta, tucking yourself a little closer to his warm side. Mark and Ten are about a dozen steps in front of you, still chatting amicably with each other, but at the sound of your question, Mark twists around.

“This is a secret entrance to Frozen Hell,” he explains, “The best underground nightclub here in Hell. It’s where all of the world’s vices and fantasies are played out. You’ll love it.”

Ten laughs. “She’s a saintly girl, a good girl. I’m not so sure that she will.”

“She’ll find something she likes, I’m sure,” Mark gives you another of his falsely-innocent smiles, and then faces forward again.

There’s a curve in the passage, and then at last the four of you step out into a cavernous room.

Flickering flame-like blue lights hang from the high ceiling. Dark shapes, which you suspect may be bats, flutter over the crowd. Music plays, pulsating through the crowd of supernatural creatures and humans that fill the dancefloor, they all move like the surface of the ocean, and it’s a wonder to see as you follow behind Mark down into the club.

People stop him as you all pass by. Other vampires whose eyes almost glow red in the dimness, whose lips drip blood. Stone-skinned bulky men thump him on the shoulder as you pass, and you watch Mark’s knees nearly buckle, but he keeps a smile on his face. There are short, squat men with droopy features. There’s a cluster of what you can only assume are fire spirits, flickering golden orange twisting shapes of women that twirl around Mark, brushing their fingers through his hair, leaving singes on the collar of his shirt.

Everyone seems to know him here, and you’re not surprised when Yuta presses his lips to your ear, shouting to be heard over the pulsing bass of the music. “Mark’s one of the kings of Hell, basically. He owns half of the underground scene here.”

You don’t understand this whole underground thing. Do they call it that because it’s all literally underground? Because where you’re from, “underground” is that way because it’s usually illegal things, hidden from the sight of the law and other moral powers. But here there doesn’t seem to be laws, nor is there a higher power to judge them for all of their sinfulness and indecency. They’re demons and monsters, for God’s sake. They have no one to hide from.

Mark and Ten lead the way to a private booth. A velvet bench seat curves around a circular table, another one of those strange flame-like lights casting its blue and black shadows over the booth.

Ten and Yuta fit you between them, Mark sliding in on the opposite side. All he has to do is snap his fingers and a tray appears on the table, laden with drinks. A martini glass filled with a liquid that looks to be black in this light, but as Mark lifts it between two fingers, you begin to strongly suspect that it’s actually just a very deep red–a blood martini topped with flakes of silver, and something else floats in the murky liquid that you don’t want to get a closer look at. There’s a glass of clear liquid that gives off a fog that seeps down the sides of the glass and creeps over the table’s surface. Several shot glasses of something shimmery and lilac. A champagne flute that gives off actual bubbles that float into the air before popping when they meet the flickering flames of the light overhead. And lastly, a small, shallow glass containing a milky light green drink that gives off a citrusy spice, something like licorice.

Mark takes the martini glass, Yuta reaches for the smoking one, and as you reach for the green one–intrigued by its scent and appearance–Ten slaps your hand away quickly. “You don’t want that one, darling. It would knock you off your feet with just a drop.”

All three of them watch as you instead take the bubbling champagne. You open your mouth, catching one of the bubbles as it takes flight, and it pops in your mouth, coating your tongue with a warm apple flavor. And when you take a small sip of the drink itself, your senses of smell and taste are both met with a taste so poignant you are temporarily blinded by a memory of sitting in the kitchen of your parents’ home when you were little, waiting at the table as your mother pulled an apple pie from the oven.

You’re not sure if it’s a real memory or not, because up until that moment you didn’t remember that ever happening, but now it’s there as you take another sip, a nostalgic memory on the tip of your tongue.

The more of it you drink, the looser your tongue grows. Soon, you’re chatting animatedly with the vampire and the two demons you’ve found yourself in the company of. Yuta looks highly amused by you as you giggle and lean against Ten. Ten just watches you affectionately as he brushes your hair back from your face. And Mark has a look of curiosity and intrigue, his gaze touching on yours, tainting your thoughts again with images of you climbing into his lap–though you’re not so sure he’s doing it or if it’s just your horny mind giving in to the thoughts of need and his attractiveness–and his eyes wander repeatedly down to your chest, the low dip of the dress that seems to slip even more as you imbibe more drinks–knocking back the shots of shimmering purple with the three of them, a cocktail that literally looks like a sunset captured within a glass, topped by a gummy hot air balloon.

You’re having a great time.

And when the urge to dance overcomes you, Ten and Mark both take you away to join the dense crowd of dancers. Yuta remains behind at the booth, but you can feel him watching. His gaze tickles against the back of your head as you split away from Ten and Mark to just enjoy yourself, and you know that you’re fine because Yuta is watching you. You can feel Ten checking on you occasionally even as he fits himself against another dancer.

You’re just having fun, the most fun you’ve had in a very long time.

Even when you’re in the crowd of monsters, sliding by someone who has tentacles, avoiding the trailing hem of a ragged old woman (or maybe she’s actually very young and beautiful, though under the shifting lights, you can’t quite tell), you’re having a good time. There are humans too, you realize. People who accidentally or intentionally come in contact with you, or who at least meet your eyes in the crowd, and you don’t get a weird feeling from them.

You’re enjoying your time by yourself, dancing alone until a man approaches you. A human, you believe, judging by his lack of extra appendages, odd-colored eyes, no fangs, and the general lack of demonic energy. He’s got soft edges, you think hazily, looking up at him, at the styled swoop of his black hair, solid eyebrows over warm brown, angled eyes. His lips are full and pink, and you’re probably well on your way to drunk, so you just want to kiss him.

He smiles at you. “Can I dance with you?”

You agree, because why the hell not.

He’s tall and handsome, and there’s something about him that seems just pretty but also very masculine. You feel a tingle along your spine as Ten brushes by you, glancing back over his shoulder and lifting his eyebrows in surprise as you and this stranger begin dancing together.

Some of your friends, back in your life before Hell, had found it funny how you grew up so conservatively, how you still clung to the majority of your conservative religious views. But there were others that you flaunted so easily. Modesty, generally, was something that you still held in high regard. But they’d known you to go out with them to bars and even a club or two, to dance with strangers, once or twice you even went home with strangers. Your openness with sexuality was one of those things that had surprised your friends.

And you can tell now, that it surprises Ten too. You’re a good girl, a religious girl in his eyes. A little saint.

Now here you are dancing with a stranger in a supernatural nightclub, deep underground, in Hell City.

You can still feel Yuta watching you, and when you look in the direction of the table, he’s staring right at you, watching the sway of your hips against the man behind you, the way the man’s hands touch you over your dress. You’re sure he’s still watching after a while when the man leans down, his lips against your throat as he asks if you want to go somewhere more private.

And you do. You’re feeling truly carefree and light-hearted for the first time since Ten and Yuta had shown up in your life, you’re a little drunk, a little horny, and he’s attractive. And what the hell, you’re in Hell. May as well do something like this, right?

“What’s your name?” You ask, as he takes your hand in his bigger one, as he starts to lead you away through the crowd.

“I’m WinWin.” He shouts to be heard over the booming synth music that’s just begun playing. “And you?”

You’re not entirely sure that he actually hears your name when you shout it to him, but he nods, and keeps walking. There are several rooms and corridors that lead away from this club space, and a little voice in the back of your mind questions how deep this place goes. How many layers are there to this city that you just keep going deeper and deeper with no sign of the bottom of this labyrinthine party?

WinWin leads you down one of the corridors. There’s a little more light in this one, and you hate that he looks even more handsome in clear light. You can’t wait to get to wherever he’s leading you.

You tug on his hand, and WinWin turns around. He comes easily when you pull him against you as you back against the wall of the corridor. He looks so pleased as he lowers his head over yours, and you tilt your head back, lifting on your toes to kiss him.

His kiss tastes like whiskey, and it’s equally as intoxicating.

You’re sucked in, drunk on kissing WinWin, on tangling your arms around his neck, moaning encouragingly as he touches you. His hands feel warm against the bare skin of your shoulders and upper back, against your bare thighs when he reaches down to slip a hand beneath the short edge of your dress.

One moment he’s there, covering you in his heat, his mouth against yours, and his hands beneath your dress. The next, you’re staring at him pinned up against the wall, Yuta’s forearm pressing against his throat.

Snarling and growling and hissing fill your ears.

Yuta’s teeth are bared, eyes black, heat comes off him in waves, and there’s the bite of brimstone in the air.

In comparison, WinWin’s teeth are also bared.

It’s only now that you realize he’s not as human as you’d thought.

His canines have extended, a low growl rolls from deep in his throat. His eyes glow amber like a wolf.

A werewolf.

“Didn’t you listen earlier?” Yuta hisses, and you know the question is directed at you even though he doesn’t look away from the werewolf he has against the wall. “Ten told you to steer clear of wolves, and what do I find? You’re about as close to one as you possibly can be.”

WinWin growls again. “What’s so bad about wolves, demon?”

“Everything, mutt.” Yuta presses his arm harder, forcing WinWin’s chin up for a moment, the wolf's eyes flare, and then Yuta steps back. When he reaches for your hand, you pull away, shrinking towards WinWin. Yuta’s eyes get that fiery glow deep within the blackness as he watches this, and he hisses between his teeth. “Wolves just want to fuck everything that walks by, breed any pussy they come in contact with. Do you want to get fucked full with a litter of werewolf cubs, baby girl?”

Beside you, WinWin scoffs. “She’s human, right? She won’t get knocked up. Not the first time anyway.”

Heat blooms inside you. Embarrassment, surprise, all sorts of emotions washing together. You don’t necessarily like the image Yuta’s painted in your mind, but there’s something else about it that you oddly are into.

WinWin drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I promise you, you’ve never had dick like a werewolf can give you.”

Tempting. Very, very tempting. But still, you’re reminded that WinWin’s a werewolf, just as supernatural and wrong as the demons you’ve been denying since you arrived here, just as sinful and different as the vampire Mark. You cling desperately to the little virtues that you have left to you, clutching them to your heart.

You want to run, but you’re so deep underground right now, you’re not even sure which way to go.

So you drop.

Flight. Fight. Freeze.

And once again, you choose to freeze.

You sink down, dropping your forehead against your knees. Your ankles wobble, unsteady on the heels, and you lose your balance, falling flat back on your butt.

“I want to go home,” you mumble, feeling foolish tears rising to your eyes. You repeat, “I wanna go home, Yuta. Take me back like you promised.”

WinWin shifts uncertainly on his feet. Yuta clears his throat, and you hear him shuffle forward, feel the air move as he crouches down in front of you. His hand lays against the back of your head. “You don’t mean that.”

You blink quickly to get rid of your tears before you lift your head. “I do mean it. I want to go home. To my home. I’m tired. I don’t like it here anymore.”

“You’re drunk,” Yuta says, his tone soft as he pets your hair again. He says your name quietly, imploringly, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours. “You’re just drunk. I’ll take you back to your apartment, you can sleep it off, and tomorrow when you’re sober, we can think this over again.”

“Fine,” you agree. “But I won’t change my mind.”

Yuta stands up, holding his hand down to you. “We’ll see, sweet girl.”

WinWin is still waiting there beside you. His amber eyes have faded back to warm brown. His canines have shrunk back to normal. All traces of his wolfism are gone, and you want to give up on that pesky voice that sounds disturbingly like your mother telling you not to involve yourself with these creatures. When you return home, you still want there to be some purity left on your soul, and fucking a werewolf probably would destroy the last of that.

Yuta tries to tug you away from WinWin, to lead you back down the corridor to the club, toward the exit, but you stand your ground. WinWin looks down at you, his lips turned downward into a pout.

“It was nice meeting you, WinWin. Maybe under different circumstances, in a different world, this would have worked out better.” You say by way of apology. “I just don’t fuck with the unholy.”

He bares his teeth at the sound of that word. Unholy. “Unfortunately, you’re in the den of unholiness, princess. And there is no escape”

His words fall straight to the pit of your stomach, but Yuta’s already pulling you away.

Ten is located quickly, a brief goodbye given to Mark, and then Yuta is rushing you out of the underground club, up through the winding corridors and throngs of vampires, demons, and unknown monsters. Once you’re aboveground, standing on the city street again, Yuta closes his arms around you. The world flashes, flickers, and falls into place again.

This time the teleportation makes you incredibly dizzy, so you close your eyes, and when you reopen them you’re standing safely inside your apartment.

Alone.

You don’t bother taking the dress off or washing away the stink of the evening’s adventures. You collapse into bed, and forget everything for a little while.

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