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delinquentbookworm · 1 year ago

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Ahh thank you for sending this Janelle! It took me so long to reply because you picked something soft and fluffy and basically none of my WIPs had anything like that. This is the closest I could find, it's from the Jace Hireling AU fic that I've been playing around with, and it's the night before Jace is supposed to leave to go with the Bad Kids.

There's a mention of sex, but nothing explicit.

"You saying you won't notice that I'm not there?"

Porter sat on the bed, watching Jace as he pulled the most practical, durable items of clothing he owned from the wardrobe and tossed them onto a pile. A pair of Mage Hands picked them up and folded them up, stacking them into his oversized adventurer's backpack. “Alright, so, I've got clothes, then I'll need to pack spell components, I'll need my backup focus… Oh, I should probably take some Devil's Honey with me too, just in case they ask about Arianwen.” Jace was murmuring, mostly to himself.

He wasn't looking Porter's way, wasn't doing anything particularly alluring. He wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing, either. Sure, the yoga pants were tight, but most of his body was obscured by the oversized, chunky knit sweater that he'd stolen from Porter, covering him up from his neck to about mid-thigh. And yet. And yet. Porter had never felt so enchanted by his little elf. Maybe it was the knowledge that they were going to be apart for the next few weeks; maybe it was the knowledge that Jace was doing something incredibly dangerous all on his own, just to help Porter's plan succeed. Either way, he couldn't just let this moment pass by. Porter pushed himself up from the bed and crossed the room, wrapping his arms around Jace from behind and planting a kiss on the top of Jace's head. He pressed his face against Jace’s curls, taking a deep inhale, smelling coconut and lilac, and all those ridiculous, expensive products his little elf put into his hair. Jace was such a pampered, pretty little thing; the thought of him roughing it and living out of a van for a couple of weeks straight was honestly kind of funny. Porter almost didn't know how he was going to cope. “Porter, you're making this kind of difficult.” Jace said, unable to walk away from the wardrobe to do anything else with how Porter was holding him. Despite his words, his voice was light, the annoyance clearly just for show. “Shouldn't you be packing too?” “I’m gonna miss you, little star,” Porter said softly. It was more sentimental than they usually were with each other, but even so, it didn't come close to capturing how he actually felt about his little elf. Not that any words ever would. Not that Porter put that much stock in words anyway. They both knew how easy it was to lie. Actions were better, actions were real.

Porter began to nuzzle at Jace's pointed ear, pressing chaste little kisses along the shell. He wasn't chasing the kisses with tongue, wasn't grazing Jace's skin with his teeth. He wasn't trying to arouse Jace just yet. He just wanted to live in this moment for a bit longer. “It's only going to be a couple of weeks. And you're going to be busy with Copperkettle’s lot the whole time. You'll barely even notice I'm not there.” Jace said breezily. It wasn't exactly what Porter had wanted to hear, and he let out an irritated huff.

"Dunno. I might not. We're going to be travelling all round, who knows what kind of big, handsome strangers I might meet. We're only monogamous in Solace, right?" Jace said. Porter knew he was joking, he could hear it in his voice. The words still pissed him off. He'd been trying to say something real, and Jace was just brushing him off, acting so damn cavalier.

"Very funny, Stardiamond." Porter growled, letting go of Jace only to spin him round, to force the little elf to look at him. Jace's eyes were wide, all feigned innocence, as if he hadn't known exactly what he was doing, as if he hadn't been riling Porter up on purpose. "You know damn well you're mine."

He lifted his little elf up and tossed him bodily onto the bed, climbing on after him. As he was fucking Jace, he made sure to suck hickey after hickey onto his neck, marking him up, making it clear to anyone who looked at him that he was claimed. One day Porter wouldn't need to use anything as primitive as bruises, one day there would be something much more permanent on his little elf. But for now, this would have to do.

After they both finished, in the quiet that followed, Jace curled up next to Porter and rested his head on Porter's chest. He ran his fingertips over Porter's stomach, idly tracing little abstract shapes along his skin, and once again, Porter wished he had his own kind of chronomancy, just enough to stretch this moment out, let it last a little longer.

"I am going to miss you, little star." He repeated, needing Jace to know he'd been sincere the first time he said it. Jace looked up at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Listen, we've both got our crystals. And I've got Sending. We'll still be in touch. I'll keep you updated on everything that happens.” Jace said, leaning up to give Porter a soft, lingering kiss. “And... I’m going to miss you, too.”

#starbreaker #jace stardiamond #porter cliffbreaker #fanfic #wip #later Jace asks under what circumstances he would be allowed to fuck someone else #“what if it's necessary for the mission? what if someone's life is at risk?”#Porter concedes he can in those circumstances. but he really doesn't think either of them are very likely #enter james whitclaw

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onemoremiraclefandoms-blog · 8 years ago

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The Pack - Chapter One – The Transition

Mason shuddered as she screamed again, surprised that she still could. Her voice was torn, and it killed him to watch it happen. He hated seeing the effect of the wolf's bite in anyone. It all reminded him of when he watched his brother suffer through it. He had no idea what was going on and he didn't know if Aidan would even survive. He looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder, his eyes meeting his twin's concerned look. They weren't identical, but facially were very similar. Mason's dark hair didn't match Aidan's blonde, especially since Mason's was shaggy and Aidan's was more controlled, shaved short at the sides with the top being slightly longer. Aidan's blue eyes were so bright that they were the opposite of his dark brown eyes.

“Mason, there's nothing we can do. You should go get some rest.” Aidan told his brother quietly. Mason was the older of the two, by only a handful of minutes, but that didn't mean that Aidan considered him the big brother. He was too headstrong sometimes, and he would stay here with the girl regardless of how long it took her. He would exhaust himself and put himself at risk. “Go. I'll stay with her.”

Mason shook his head. He couldn't just leave her. He should have gotten to her sooner, they should have gotten there sooner. For weeks there had be mumblings and rumours of a lone wolf in their territory. It should have been dealt with before she was able to attack someone. “I can't Aidan. We should have gotten to her sooner. We heard that wolf. We should...” Mason stopped when his brother raised his hand, and he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Look I know that you are going to tell me that this isn't my fault but I need to be here Aidan. If she pulls through I need to explain things to her. She deserves that much, I mean hell, we did technically kidnap her.”

“We couldn't exactly leave her to turn in the woods.” Aidan said, looking back at Taylor when she whimpered. Her eyes were closed and her hands curled tightly around the restraints that kept her from killing someone during the transition. It was slightly barbaric but it was the only way to ensure that everyone would be safe. “But you're right. We should be here if she pulls through. But she's not even lost consciousness yet Mason,” he said, turning back to his brother, “you know that she's got a while yet. Go.” With that Aidan pushed Mason towards the door, who sighed again and silently agreed. Aidan waited until Mason had left before he turned back to Taylor. She had been like this for just under a day now, but he had no idea how long it would take for her. It varied depending on the person, but his own took days.

Another scream was torn from her throat, and Aidan moved to her side. There was nothing he could do. She was too far gone to know that he was even there, and the pain would only ease when she gave into it and lost consciousness, but that's when it got really dangerous. That was when they could lose her. He took her hand regardless and looked back at the door. Mason was taken this personally, and it bothered him. This stranger that was currently going through hell had made an impact on his twin, but he didn't know what that impact was.

Mason tapped his fingers on the counter, impatiently waiting for the kettle to boil. He heard Taylor scream and looked back to the stairs. He wanted her to pull through, he wanted to get to know her. It would be a lie if he said that he wasn't attracted to the redhead with the metal arm, but he also felt to blame for this. He should have hunted down that stray days ago to stop something like this from happening. He was just about to give up on the kettle and return to her when he heard someone behind him. He turned and sighed when he saw Elijah at the door.

Mason ignored him for a moment, moving to make himself a coffee before looking up and silently asking Elijah if he wanted one with a raised eyebrow and a gesture. Elijah shook his head and came into the room further, watching Mason closely. It was uncomfortable, to be under such scrutiny but he knew that Elijah was just worried. He was like a brother to him and Aidan ever since he found them after they had both turned. Mason had been attacked on his way home from a night out, but there was police near by and the wolf darted off, spooked, before it killed him. Mason had stumbled out into the street, blood pouring down his arm. The police spotted him and the next thing that Mason was able to remember was waking up with Aidan pacing the room.

He had been told that his twin was attacked by a dog and had received various medications to avoid any infection. The wound had been stitched shut and he was free to go with a follow up appointment. Of course the doctors didn't know that it was a werewolf bite and that there was no treatment that they could have given him to stop his fate. Aidan had gotten him home soon after, but it was that night that the infection took hold of him. It started with a fever and Mason couldn't stop being sick. Aidan had gotten him back into bed with a cold, damp cloth on his head to try and fight the fever that ravaged him. His transition was only just a day, and when Aidan woke to come check on his brother, he walked into the room in the middle of Mason turning into a wolf.

He had no control and attacked Aidan, sinking his teeth into his twin's leg as Aidan tried to run. He fell hard, and Mason let go with a snarl, moving up Aidan, fully intending to kill him when he was shot in the neck with a tranquilliser. It had been Elijah. He'd been working in the hospital as a porter when he'd overheard two nurses talking about an animal attack and the victim. He'd then stolen the records from the computer when the nurse in charge was checking on a patient and made his way to the house that Mason and Aidan had shared ever since their parents had died. Elijah had stopped Mason from killing Aidan, and a part of himself, before he took them back to the pack. Mason was monitored and shown how to control himself and his urges and Aidan was cared for as he went through his own transition.

Mason barely left his brother's side in that time, and Elijah had stayed with them both, to make sure that Mason didn't turn again, and to keep an eye on Aidan's state. Ever since the three of them had become close, looking out for each other. The older male man was tough, and he helped keep them in line when their playful childish antics got out of hand.

“Mason, what's gotten you so worked up about the girl?” Elijah asked him, as Mason shook off thoughts of the past and continued making his coffee.

“Honestly Elijah, I have no idea.” Mason muttered, rubbing at the growing headache behind his eyes. “She's... Different. She's hot as hell, but there's something about her that I just need to know. I need to talk to her.” Mason took a sip of his coffee, glancing back at the stairs when another scream caught his attention. He tightened his grip on his coffee cup and turned back to Elijah. “I'm just drawn to her I guess.”

Aidan watched Taylor as she seemed to grow weaker, he was worried about her. She seemed close to passing out and her skin was burning to touch. Her fever and the pain were exhausting her and he could tell that she was losing the battle with it, he just hoped that she could pull through. He didn't know her, but he hated losing people, even if they were strangers to him. God knows what it would do to Mason too, since his brother had developed some odd attachment to the girl.

“Jace...” Taylor mumbled, her words no louder than a whisper before she settled, and Aidan knew that she had given in to the pain. It shouldn't be long now, but he didn't know if she would wake again. The door opened and pulled his attention away from Taylor. Aidan smiled at his brother sadly and stood from where he sat, placing Taylor's hand gently on the bed at her side. “Mason, I told you to get some rest.”

“Yeah. I will later.” Mason muttered, taking in Taylor's appearance. Sweat covered her face, and her skin was pale, her lips dry. She looked awful, her long ginger hair a mess, surrounding her face from her squirming and sticking to her forehead. “When did she pass out?” Mason asked, moving to her and placing his mug of coffee down on the window ledge as he took the seat that Aidan had been in. He took her hand, his fingers wrapping around her wrist to check for a pulse. After a moment, he found one and let out a breath that he didn't realise that he'd been holding. Her pulse was faint, but it was there and regular and that gave him hope.

“Mason...” Aidan started but his brother shot him a look and he stopped. He knew that look. Regardless of what he said, Mason was staying here until the outcome of this. Aidan moved towards the bed, and went to take the restraints off of Taylor. Now that she had passed out she was no risk to herself or any of them. “Okay, but why has she gotten you like this?”

Mason shrugged. “I don't know Aidan, I'm drawn to her.” He said, not taking his eyes from the girl in front of him, even when Aidan joked that he was in love. “Don't be ridiculous, Aidan. I'm not in love, and I hardly believe in love at first sight, but there's something. I can't explain it, I just need her to get through this.” He sighed again, keeping his fingers on her wrist, obsessively keeping track of her pulse. Aidan placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Mason covered his brother's hand with his spare on. “She needs to pull through.”

Aidan watched Mason for a moment, not sure how to reply. He had never seen Mason like this before, and it was concerning to him, but he didn't press Mason for more information. “She's strong to have made this far. All we can do is wait now.” Aidan took his hand back and smiled sadly, an action that his brother wouldn't see, and moved to the door. “I'm going to get some sleep, try to get some rest brother. You'll need to explain to her what's going on now that her whole world will change.” Aidan didn't wait for a reply, knowing that Mason wouldn't give him one. He let himself out and moved to his room. The manor where the pack stayed was large enough that each of them had their own rooms, his and Mason's were joined by a bathroom that they shared. It was just across the hall from where Taylor lay with her unwavering watcher.

Mason watched the girl for what felt like hours, watching her gentle breathing and the occasional flutter of an eyelid as she dreamt. Other than that, the girl was still, and Mason prayed that she would wake. His coffee lay forgotten about by the window as he glanced around the room that he was in. It was very plain and neutral. Decorated with white paint and a good quality wooden floor, the room lacked away personal touch. It was one of the few rooms that were free, the rest of the pack claiming other rooms. It was the room that was as close to his own that he could have chosen, and he wanted to be close to her. Mason turned his attention back to the girl and stifled a yawn, he can't remember when he last slept, having lost all track of time while keeping his vigil.

Taylor woke slowly, exhausted and feeling weak, she felt someone holding her hand and a weight at her side. She slowly opened her eyes, groaning softly against the morning light that seeped through the curtains. Looking at her side, she saw that the other of the hand that held hers was the man that found her in the woods. Mason, wasn't it? His head rest was rested on his arm, and his slow, steady breathing showed her that he was in a deep sleep. Gently, Taylor slipped her hand out of his and sat up, fighting the wave of nausea that hit her as she moved. She felt different. Stronger in a sense. The world looked different, sharper somehow, and clearer. Her hearing was better too. She could hear someone moving around downstairs, but it was faint.

“What the hell?” Taylor whispered to herself, moving to the side of the bed that Mason wasn't at and swinging her legs out. She was still in her mud stained shorts, but her top was different and she felt oddly violated by that. Her shoulder also no longer hurt and Taylor pulled the sleeve down slightly to look at her bite. It was healed, a red and angry scar as all that remained and she looked behind her at the man sleeping. Pausing for a moment, Taylor let her mind wander, he was truly attractive, and even though he had kidnapped her, and she had no idea what was going on or where she was, she didn't fear him. There was something...

She froze, pulled from her thoughts when the door opened, and she stood, instantly defensive and turned to the door. A man, obviously Mason's brother if his features were anything to go by. He was holding a mug of what smelled like coffee and the pair of them just stared at each for a long moment before the male put down the mug and smiled at her. “You're awake.” He stated the obvious, glancing at his brother.

“Where I am?” Taylor demanded, louder than she meant but anger was seeping into her mind. Anger and a lot of confusion. She felt so different and she was in this strange place, and it was unnerving. “What the hell is going on?”

Aidan looked at her with a sad smile, noticing Mason stirring behind her. “Its a long story. A crazy long story. You've been here for two and a half days now.” He paused, giving her time to let that sink in. “Mason told you that we were werewolves. He's not crazy, I promise. He was telling you the truth, we are. I'm Aidan, from before. I know this is nuts. It took me ages to accept it, but we're trying to help you, I swear.”

Taylor laughed, but took a step away from him. He couldn't be the same as the wolf that Mason had called the same name, he was human for one. She shook her head, turning to face behind her when she heard Mason move and stared at him, momentarily losing her train of thought. There was something between them, a spark, and it made her breath catch in her throat. He didn't move closer to her, and she knew that he was thinking and feeling the same as she was. What was it about him? What was this attraction she felt for him? It was nothing like anything she'd experienced before.

“Taylor, I can explain.” Mason said softly, clearly trying to not freak her out any more than this whole insane situation was. “Please you need to trust me. Trust us. We want to help.”

“Trust you!” Taylor shouted at him, giving him a mirthless laugh. “You kidnapped me! Where the hell am I? You know what, screw this. I'm getting the hell out of here.” She turned to the door, where Aidan still stood and glared at him. “Move.” It was a demand, but the blonde didn't do as she wanted, instead just looking up at his brother. She wasn't listening to any more of their nonsense, and she wasn't waiting for their permission. She grabbed his arm and pulled, shoving him towards his brother. When he stumbled and dropped to his knees at Mason's feet that was when Taylor realised that she was stronger. She knew how to handle herself, she was used to fighting and still trained daily, but that had been too easy.

Taylor didn't wait any longer. She darted out the door as she caught a glimpse of Mason pulling his twin to his feet. Following her instinct proved helpful as she found a set of stairs and flew down them, pushing open a door that let outside. She didn't let herself stop to figure out where she was, she just ran. Hoping that somewhere along her path that she would find something that she knew. She needed to get home. Not only was that the only place that she knew she was safe, if what Aidan had said was true, she'd lost two days of her life, and she had needed to meet a customer yesterday. A customer that she knew would be pissed if she hadn't been there to deliver his order.

#thepackonemoremiracle #fantasy #fiction #OC #OCs #writer #writers #story #werewolves #werewolf

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