#and them all being naked. and every time the pack calls them soulmates or makes comments abt their relationship

[gorgynei]

malcolm and tanya defined love sorry. theyre soulmates. yes they are a bit toxic yes they are a bit codependant yes they are a bit nasty those are all positives

[funfunfuntillmydaddy]

Few things are better in life than the feeling of a bare cock cumming in my pussy.

Of course some guys are a bit shy when it comes to sex and fucking a girl bareback. While not common for me, especially when I’m enticing them to cheat on their girlfriends with me, every once in a while a guy insists.

And that’s what happened with Eric. Eric was one of my ‘friends’ boyfriend. They had been together for ages. He was cute but a bit shy and a bit geeky. But he had all the right attributes for me, a cute face and big hands.

What also made him adorable was how loyal he was to Hannah. My flirting can be both persistent and pretty obvious. After over a year of trying to get his attention and have some fun with him.

I was almost going to give up until one night I found myself out with a bunch of our friends including him, but not Hannah. We had started early in a bar and it had all the hallmarks of one of those marathon, multi venue nights. I locked my sights on him and made sure the guys around him kept him well lubricated with alcohol

Luckily I had dressed for the occasion with a short leather skirt and a tight white top that was just a little see thru to my lace bra.

When darkness hit and we ended up in a dance club I started my campaign in earnest. Being the shy type that he was, dancing wasn’t too much his thing. So I had to drag him on to the floor along with some others in the group.

I’m of course I woman of restraint and patience so I didn’t launch straight into the bump and grind. But I did dance with him and around him so he could get used to it. His nervousness was palpable.

Fast forward a few hours, a few venues and quite a few drinks and we ended up in one of those clubs oozing sex and all sorts of natural and synthetic chemicals. We had lost quite a few from the group. But the hardcore remained. Eric and I had become one night drunken soulmates as we took turns helping each other navigate the treacherous drunken journeys faced by any seriously intrepid bar hopper.

And now the dancing was not restrained at all. We were not just touching, we were pressed into each other. His hands were glued to my hips as I pressed one way, when spun around and pressed back into him the other. I could feel his excitement. I could feel his stiff cock. We went on and on. The dancing getting more intense and his poor balls getting bluer.

When the last ones in our group called it a night and it was just us, I decided it was time to take this to the next level. I told him we should go. He was a little surprised it was so late and it was just us. So I said we should catch one cab and since I was closer, he could drop me off first and then head home. Of course that not what I actually thought.

We found a conveniently dodgy looking taxi and climbed in. As we set off, I gave the driver a flirty look and asked if he could turn the music up. He looked back at me and grinning turned up the dance station he had on.

I told Eric that I still felt like dancing and kinda wished we were back in the club. As soon as he nodded in agreement, I shuffled over to him before I moved up and sat on his lap. I moaned softly as I felt his semi hard cock under me. Then I squirmed to the music as I rubbed myself over his lap. Similar to the club but just with some different geometry.

I saw the taxi drivers eyes in the rear view mirror and I smiled to myself. Unfortunately, of course, the change in position caused my short skirt to ride up. But not quite fully. So I helped it along with some subtle sweeps of my hands. Suddenly my skirt was totally on my hips. My ass framed by a black lace thong on display for Eric.

My face turned on an even more wicked smirk when I felt Eric’s hands move to my hips and then down to my sides, touching at least some my bare ass cheeks.

We continued for another few blocks till we got to my apartment. Now it was crunch time. I told him this area was a bit dodgy and would he mind seeing me to the door. Or he could come up and sleep on the couch if he didn’t wanna waste money on taking the cab across town, reminding him Hannah was out of state with her family.

He was all hesitant and nervous. So sweet but he couldn’t not walk with me the short distance so he went to get out and I quickly gave the driver$20 and as Eric was out the door, told him to scram. He just laughed as I got myself out and repositioned my skirt.

As we walked the short distance through the front of the building, the taxi screamed off as the driver tooted his horn. I smirked at Eric as I said it looked like he was staying here now. Of course I had no intention of him sleeping on my couch. So I decided to ramp it all up right from there.

As we stood at the entrance of my building I leaned in to him and grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him down to me as I gave him a hard kiss. He pulled back slightly but then o could feel his urges take over as he leaned in. I let my tongue dance in his mouth as the sloppy and slutty kissing continued.

After a good moment or two of this, I broke away before taking his hand and pulling him into the mid sized apartment complex. As we waited for the lift and the kissing continued. The size and layout of the complex meant it was unusual to run into other people especially at this time of night. So with the assumption of privacy I gave him a big grin as the doors closed. We only had 9 floors to go but I still managed to get to my knees and unbuckle his jeans, pull his cock from his underwear and start sucking before the doors opened.

He tried to pull away at first but was already against the wall. By the time the doors were opening though, his hands were on the back of my head, encouraging his cock into my mouth. With no urgency at all as the lift shows no sign of moving I kept sucking his cock. But then the doors closed and the lift travelled back down. As it slowed I hurriedly put his cock away while I stood up and fixed myself up.

The doors opened and a couple walked in, surprised to see us there. I smiled back at them as I pressed back into Eric. Subtext reaching behind to feel his hardness. Through his still unbuckled jeans. This time we did get out on the 9th floor as our fellow travellers continued on.

I spun around and laughed as I lead Eric to my apartment. Eric’s face looked embarrassed but he showed no sign of retreat. So I continued my assault on his morals and I lifted up my skirt again so it was back over my hips. Then as I got to my door I reached behind me and pulled him into me. I grinded back into him, unlocking the door with one hand and and pulling his cock back out with the other.

We tumbled through the door into the small apartment. The couch was right in front of us. I turned to him and offered him the couch and then after a silent pause and a wicked grin, I offered an alternative.

Adorably, he told me the couch was fine. But I just smirked as I leaned back into him and meet his mouth as we kissed. I whispered into his ear that his cock is going feel so good when it’s in my pussy. He let out an groan and then I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.

Once in there I pulled his jeans all the way down, pulling his boots off and helping him out of his jeans. Then I lifted the shirt up to help him remove it. Now he was completely naked and I admired his toned body with better muscle definition than I was expecting and a nice hard cock pointing out in front.

I feel back on the bed and gave him a wink as I pulled my thong to the side. That when he killed the mood and asked if I had a condom.

That’s killed the mood in the past, but I was committed to having fun with Eric so I took it in my stride. I told him he didn’t have to cause I was on the pill but like a good little boy he insisted.

So I went into my bathroom and returned with a condom. It wasn’t something I used that often. In fact this one had expired and was also a medium sized which I didn’t think was gonna work for him. Of course, I had a pack of large ones that were brand new in my cabinet, but Eric didn’t need to know that.

I sat on the bed in front of him as I removed the condom from the wrapper and placed it over his stiff cock. I struggled to get the condom stretched over his impressive size and I could tell it was already dry and brittle. But I managed to get it two thirds of the way over his cock.

Once I begrudgingly wrapped it up I pulled him on to the bed and on his back. I straddled him and lined up my dripping pussy with the head of his cock. I lock eyes with him as I lower myself down onto him. Both of us moan as the tension of the night now focuses on his cock and my pussy. I lift up and then push down. I keep going, quickening the pace and increasing the intensity.

I keep going harder to the point where the bed starts to creak and groan. Eric’s hands make their way to my breast through my top. I pull it off to let him have a more sensory experience as I keep fucking him. He pulls my bra down exposing my breasts allowing him to aggressively fondle them.

Our combined moaning continues to crescendo as I keep fucking him. Every once and a while checking the condom to see if it has given up yet. Alas, it holds on.

Eric is getting more and more into it now. Being very active in the fucking as he thrusts his hips up to meet me. I can feel him trying to reposition himself. So I pause my assault briefly.

He moves out from under me and roughly pushes me on my back. He quickly gets in between me and puts my ankles over his shoulders. He drives his cock deep inside me and instantly restarts the hard fucking in our new position. He keeps going and going. Now his assault on my pussy becomes relentless.

His stamina holds and his nice big cock gets me close to cumming. I’m moaning in ecstasy. As he slams into me as hard as ever, I feel something different. I move my hand to the base of his cock as it slams into me to confirm. Sure enough a broken condom is now bunched up at the base of his cock. It rubs against my lips as he drives his bare cock into me. A broad smile comes across my face as a guttural moan escapes me.

I look my legs around his waist keeping him against me. I tell him that I think the condom has broke but that I’m so close to cumming I plead with him to keep going.

I see the flash of fear on his face as I tell him. He slows briefly but my pleads and moans convince him to keep going. I’m so close to cumming but need a bit more from him. My breathing is so ragged and my moaning intense. I can sense he is close to. I squeeze my pelvic muscles as much as possible to clamp his cock. He starts grunting and I feel his cock swell. I plead with him to keep fucking me and he does, with more intensity than ever. He grunts and groans loudly. We are both totally entranced.

I scream obscenities as I go over the edge. Then i feel him slam deep inside me and hold it there. My orgasm floods my body as I feel him empty himself directly into my unprotected pussy. I look at his face and smile as I see the annalistic pleasure travel through him.

We hold it there for a few moments before he pulls out and collapses next to me.

........

As the light comes into my room, I slowly open my eyes. It must be mid morning. I feel Eric spooning me and I feel his cock pressing into my ass. I’m still wearing my skirt around my hubs and my bra only slightly higher up around my waist.

I get up trying not to disturb him and go and have a shower.

I’m a little bit nervous about what his more sober and stress relieved attitude will be. I decide a cooked breakfast might help him process it and recover. So I put on a short bath robe and go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

A short while later he emerges from the bedroom wearing his boxer shorts, looking sheepish. I smile at him and tell him I’ve got some bacon on the go. He walks over and stands behind me telling me how good it smells. Then he presses his body into mine.

20 seconds later he has me bent over the kitchen bench. His bare cock driving into my unprotected pussy. I smile to myself through my moaning and groaning

[monicashipslokius]

Soulmates Actually Pt 5 (of 6)

(Read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

Loki drags their hands up Mobius’s front, palms flat against his chest, pressing wrinkles into his white shirt. At Mobius’s shoulders, Loki slides their fingers under Mobius’s suit jacket and eases down Mobius’s arms. Mobius straightens his elbows, and the jacket falls unceremoniously to the floor, a dark mark on the beige carpeting. The green tie quickly follows.

Mobius watches Loki with a hooded, passion-filled gaze as their deft fingers open the buttons of his shirt, one after the next, before it too falls down to the floor.

When Loki’s hands finally touch bare skin, they are desperate for it. They follow the path made when Mobius was clothed, up his chest, over his shoulders.

“Loki,” Mobius says, voice caught somewhere between a whisper and a moan.

Loki wraps their arms around Mobius’s waist and pulls him closer. Loki is wearing their silk sleep-shirt, but the fabric is so thin they can still feel the heat of Mobius’s skin against their own.

Loki drops a kiss to Mobius’s bare shoulder, a line across his clavicle, and then up the side of his neck. Mobius tilts his head away, giving Loki more access.

Mobius’s fingers dance up the length of Loki’s arms. He clutches Loki’s shoulders a moment, bunching the nightshirt as Loki bites gently at the soft spot behind Mobius’s ear.

“I want to do this right,” Mobius says. “It’s right for me, but is it right for you?”

Loki hums, trailing a path of kisses to Mobius’s lips before claiming them. Loki pulls away too soon, and smiles when Mobius leans forward, following them. “You are doing perfectly.”

Another kiss. Two. “Not too fast?”

Loki pulls away again, only so far as to look Mobius in the eye so he will know the depth of their feeling as they say, “If I do not have you this moment, I will burst.”

Mobius laughs, and Loki’s heart swells with new, unknown feeling - pride, happiness, unconditional affection. Mobius has won startled laughs from Loki many times but never the other way around. Mobius’s eyes sparkle with delight, with interest and joy and some pride of his own.

Loki wonders if this is what love feels like.

“Not too fast then.” Mobius’s smile lingers.

“No.”

“Good,” Mobius says, and gives Loki a shove.

Loki, caught unawares, falls back onto the bed. “Mobius!” Immediate they are on their elbows, watching Mobius step closer, up to the bed, in the open space between Loki’s legs.

Heart racing at the potential, blissful implications, Loki attempts to keep cool and lifts one lone brow. “My soulmate is feeling bold, I see.”

As Mobius’s hands reach for the waistband of Loki’s sleep-pants, Loki gathers all of their willpower not to whimper out, please. Despite their efforts, it still erupts from their throat, a cut off, strangled sound of desperation that makes Mobius’s smile grow into a shark-like grin.

“Your soulmate,” he says, dropping to his knees, “intends to worship their mischievous god.”

Loki has been in many sexy situations across the centuries, but never in their very long life have they ever felt this much longing, this much lust -

No, more than lust. Desire coupled with affection, wrapped up in...

“Mobius.”

At the first whispered touch, Loki’s thoughts frizzle out, and they do not return for a long, long time.

*

The apartment’s dark, lit only from the dim starlight peeking through the sheer curtains and the flashing clock on the microwave that neither of them set properly.

Loki’s cheek is pressed to Mobius’s bare chest, their ear over Mobius’s heart, listening to the strong, steady rhythm. Mobius’s breath is slow and deep; he fell asleep hours ago. But Loki, even with their body pleasantly exhausted and their desire temporarily sated, lies awake.

They count Mobius’s heartbeats, but hold their breath for the space between them. Humans are fragile things with such short lifespans. Fifty seems so young, but for Mobius, that is already over half his life.

“I think I should retire,” Mobius said earlier, over dinner. “I’ve worked since I was sixteen. Saved and saved. I’ve got enough investments to see us through for a good long while.”

“You love your work,” Loki said, half-hoping they hid the hope in their voice successfully enough to appear supportive.

Mobius laughed, happy and fond, which perhaps was a reveal all its own. “If I dropped dead right now, they would replace me tomorrow.” He stabbed his fork through a green bean, but he might as well stabbed Loki through the heart. His gaze on the food, he didn’t appear to notice. “It’s not personal. It’s a good company. They’ve treated me well over the years. But... that’s just how jobs work. I don’t know. I have more to live for now than just that. And we can afford it.” He laughed again, softer and sadder. “I want to at least have a few years where I can keep up with you.”

“I won’t leave you behind,” Loki said, and they could hear their own desperation.

Mobius finally looked up at Loki, and even though he smiled, he could not hide the gentle heartache in his eyes. “I’m no spring chicken, Loki. Eventually -”

“Do not finish that thought, Mobius M. Mobius.”

“I’m just saying that -”

“I know what you are ‘just saying’ and I will not hear it. I will not leave you behind, and that is the end of the discussion.”

Mobius’s brows lifted high, and Loki expected further argument. But per usual, Mobius subverted all expectations and laughed again, as happy and fond as before.

“If anyone can figure out a way to cheat death, it’s you,” he said then.

He snores a little now. His arms clutch Loki closer, even in sleep. And Loki renews their vow, quiet in the dark.

“Nothing will take you from me.”

*

Mobius puts in his two week notice the next day.

The photo of his office building that he kept on the dresser gets replaced with one of he and Loki together - much of the wall space in their apartment does too. Their smiling faces greet them at every turn.

Perhaps it’s narcissistic, Loki wonders, to have that many pictures of them in their own home, but Loki is so unaccustomed to their own happiness, it is like looking at a stranger.

When they tell Mobius, Mobius smiles and kisses them. He doesn’t reply with words, but he does get that far away look in his eye, the one that appears when his joints are too stiff in the morning, or when he wakes up from having fallen asleep on the recliner without having meant to, or when he looks in the mirror at his gray hair and promises Loki, “I used to be blond.”

And though he never says, I want you to have something to remember me by, Loki can hear the words as loudly as if he shouted them.

Mobius taps his finger on the top of the dresser, near the framed photo of his parents. “You know, I only have this one picture of them. Forty years with them in my life, of phone calls and Christmas cards, too few visits. All of it down to one picture and a bunch of fuzzy memories.”

Loki stands beside him, glancing briefly at the photo before staring at Mobius, at the far away look, and the rare-sadness tilting down his mouth. Yet before they can think of something that would bring some measure of comfort, Mobius turns to Loki and says, “Let’s go on vacation.”

Surprise replaces worry, and Loki glances at the smiling photo of Mobius on his jetski. “A lovely idea,” Loki says, and offers a small grin. “I believe I was promised a trip to the ocean as recompense for surrendering dominion over this realm.”

Mobius wide smile returns, and Loki’s grows in victory.

“A man should keep his promises,” Mobius says, and they start making plans.

*

Two weeks pass, and Mobius's last day at work comes and goes.

“You’ll be sick of me in a week,” Mobius says the first day off, but after a week, and then two after that, Loki cannot get enough of their time together.

During the day, he and Loki talk and go for walks and watch the soap operas Loki pretends to only like ironically but secretly loves.

“Is that Georgina or Regina?” Mobius asks.

Loki, an expert after weeks of indulgence, can easily identify one twin from another. “That’s Georgina. Regina has the beauty mark above her lip.”

During the night (and sometimes during the day too), they lose themselves in each other. Without draining himself at work all day, Mobius has more energy to properly worship his mischievous god, and though Loki will never admit it aloud, they do some worshiping too, of their foolhardy mortal.

Their precious, fragile human.

The longer they are together, the more perfectly matched they seem. And Loki, who has never been in love before, begins to allow himself a moment of soft wonder.

Loki remembers their first touch, the spliced visions of their future, and the way Mobius said, I love you. Again and again, a thousand times in one moment. Loki begins to wish for that... to crave it.

Sometimes they wonder what Mobius saw during the vision. Did Loki say it to him?

They have no idea how to ask without giving themself away.

*

The night before their trip to California, Mobius and Loki pack clothes into a pair of suitcases. At first they had attempted to share a single suitcase, but quickly deemed that an unwise decision.

“I don’t understand why you need so many clothes,” Mobius said, as his ‘half’ of the suitcase shrank down a considerable margin. “Can’t you just magic your outfit whenever you want?”

“You always wear that same drab suit, despite all the others we procured for you, despite no longer being required to wear it for work,” Loki replied. “Surely that portion of the suitcase is enough for one suit.”

Mobius looked down at the brown suit he currently wore, and though his smile remained, a small line formed between his brow. Loki knew instantly they had pushed too far.

So they cleared their throat and said, “Or perhaps I am doing my best to ensure you spend most of the trip naked.”

Mobius laughed and his brow smoothed out. “Alright, alright. I’ll get another suitcase,” he said, without further prompting.

Now, Mobius carefully folds yet another white shirt as he lowers it down onto the perfectly aligned pile of five exact copies. “I’ve been thinking.”

“A dangerous prospect,” Loki says, tossing a few shirts into their own suitcase. “One that usually ends in anxiety for me.” They say it as a joke. They do not expect Mobius’s quiet in return.

Worried there might still be lingering hurt from the suit remark, Loki shifts all attention to Mobius, and finds him a tangle of tension and uncertainty.

“Mobius?”

“Maybe it’s not a good idea.” He unfolds and refolds the same shirt. Twice. “Forget I said anything.”

Loki reaches out, takes the shirt from Mobius hands, and lowers it. Then they take Mobius’s hands and turn him toward them. When Mobius’s gaze drifts off toward the kitchen, Loki laces their fingers together and squeezes his hands gently.

“Good or not, I should hear your idea,” Loki says. “I enjoy knowing all of your thoughts.”

Mobius shifts his glance briefly to the photo of his parents on the dresser. “Even if it’s something that might cause you anxiety?”

Loki traces their thumb over Mobius’s. “I believe not knowing would be substantially worse.”

Finally, Mobius looks at them. “Yeah, okay.” He presses his lips hard together as he studies Loki’s face.

The longer the silence lasts, the more worry coils around Loki’s chest until they  feels as if they might explode just from anticipation of -

“I think we should invite your family to our vacation.”

Loki blinks. Waits for the punchline.

For surely Mobius is jesting.

Instead, Mobius winces. “Now that’s a look.”

“You... aren’t jesting.” Loki tries to imagine Odin standing on a sandy Californian beach, but the image is so outrageous, their mind cannot conjure it.

“Look, I know it’s a bad idea. And we can go ahead and never talk about it after this, but...” He glances again at the photo of his parents, and the heartbroken look returns to his eyes. “Too few visits.”

Only one picture.

There are no pictures of Loki’s family. Mobius offered to print a fuzzy photo of Thor from the internet but Loki refused.

“I’m not saying we invite your dad, I know that’s...” Mobius gives Loki’s hands a gentle, supportive squeeze. “But what about Thor? I promised him a jetski ride.” A pause, then softer, “What about your mom?”

Loki can imagine Thor acting a buffoon on a sandy beach - building a sand-Asgard (or attempting to - Loki’s would be infinitely better), racing Mobius on jetskis, swimming out too far and having to use Mjolnir to fly back to safety.

Oddly, Loki can also imagine Frigga, perched on a lounge chair under an umbrella, flipping through pages of a book. She would be the judge of their theoretical sand-Asgard competition and would undoubtedly deem them equal, regardless of actual merit.

“There’s that smile,” Mobius says, drawing Loki back to the now, away from the beach and to their small apartment in Dubuque. “Maybe not such a bad idea after all?”

Hope burns hot in Loki’s chest, even as they say, “They’d never agree, even if we could find a way to invite them.”

“I don’t believe that,” Mobius says, and his confidence further brightens Loki’s hope. He tilts his head. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’d never complain about having you all to myself.” He surely aims for a smile, and he gets one. “But... would it be okay if we tried?”

They’ll say no, Loki knows. They’ll never show. But blind hope has them nod their head, just once.

“Great.” Mobius lifts one of Loki’s hands and kisses the back of it. Then he releases them both and steps into the middle of the apartment.

“What are you doing?” Loki asks.

Mobius winks, then lifts his gaze to the ceiling. “Um, hi?” He furrows his brow and glances at Loki. “What was his name again? The guy who’s always watching? Helmdell?”

“Heimdall,” Loki says, “But I’m not sure he’ll appreciate playing messenger for such a silly request.”

“Come on,” Mobius says. “Guy is probably up there all day dealing with huge crises. He might appreciate something lighter for a change. Plus, if anything goes wrong, we can just blame the ignorant human.” He points his thumb to himself.

That this silly human man is so casually willing to bother a god with a party invitation has Loki want to hide their own face in embarrassment and also cover Mobius’s in kisses.

What an impossible fool.

“Mister Heimdall, sir?” Mobius says to the ceiling. “I’m sorry to bother you, I know you're busy. But if you could please let Loki’s mom and brother know that they are invited to come to our vacation in Malibu tomorrow? For a week? If they want to? I’d appreciate it. Uh, thank you.” He lowers his head, frowns, and lifts it again. “You can come too.”

“Mobius,” Loki hisses.

“He can come,” Mobius tells them as he returns to their side. In a whisper, he says, “We can’t be rude.”

Only the most extreme level of willpower keeps Loki from rolling their eyes. “If you were worried about rudeness, you should have invited my... the All-Father.”

Mobius’s smile slips. “No.”

It’s such a sudden turnabout that Loki’s brain goes quiet a moment.

“I’m sorry, Loki. If you want him there, of course, we can invite him, but listening to you talk about him. Even right now, did you hear yourself? You called him ‘All-Father,’ not Dad or Pops or even Odin. So formal. And look at you.” He grabs Loki by the elbows and jostles them a bit, and Loki realizes how tense they’ve been. “Coiled up like a spring about to pop. If this is what just mentioning him does to you, I don’t want that guy anywhere near you.”

Loki loosens as Mobius trails his hands to their shoulders.

“He may be displeased at not being invited,” Loki says.

“We’ll deal with that rainbow bridge when we cross it.”

Mobius rubs Loki’s shoulders, and Loki closes their eyes, putty in his hands.

“You cause infinite trouble for me, soulmate,” Loki says.

Mobius chuckles. “Yeah, but you like trouble. Keeps things interesting.” Mobius’s fingers dig into tight muscle, and Loki lets out a soft, relaxed sigh. “That’s why Regina’s your favorite.”

Loki’s eyes snap open. “She is not.”

“She’s the mischief-maker.”

“No, I assure you, she is far from my favorite. Her plans are so poorly executed that even Claudio, besotted as he constantly is over Georgina, catches wise of her almost instantly. She insults the name of mischief.”

“Maybe. But they wouldn’t have a show without her. She’s the only one who does anything.”

“No, you simply have not watched enough episodes...” Loki stops themself short and stands suddenly taller. “I know what you're doing.”

“Oh?”

“You are attempting to distract me.”

Mobius hums, and his little smile turns 100% smug. “It worked too, didn’t it?”

It did, and Loki is both infuriated and endeared at once. “How do you do this to me?”

Mobius shrugs. “You’re pretty easy to rile up.”

“That’s not what I mean, I -” They stop themself again, realizing they were about to admit to... feelings. Dangerous feelings. They swallow down the words they want to say, and say instead, “You infuriate me, Mobius.”

“Yeah,” Mobius says, “But you like that too.”

Loki does. All powers in the cosmos help them, they absolutely do.

They are as besotted with Mobius as Claudio is with Georgina. No, more so.

Mobius is so earnest and good and kind, and cares so much about Loki and Loki’s happiness, that even though Loki is annoyed, they still lean forward and kiss Mobius quick on the mouth.

Mobius closes his eyes for the kiss, then takes his time opening them again. He looks at Loki like they’re the brightest star in the sky, and Loki, chest swollen with an unfamiliar emotion that washes away all annoyance, even the faked kind, pulls Mobius into their arms and kisses him again, more properly.

Overwhelmed with warmth, Loki swoops Mobius up into their arms, mouth pressed against Mobius’s laugh, and carries him to the bed.

In the end, both suitcases end up on the floor, overturned, contents spread out all over, Mobius’s many shirts no longer perfectly folded. The one he was wearing will need some serious mending, buttons all ripped off. The pants are too torn to be salvageable.

Mobius holds Loki close and places soft kiss after soft kiss along their hairline. The space between one and the next lengthens until eventually they stop altogether.

With Mobius’s breath slow and steady in sleep, Loki leans to Mobius’s ear and whispers, “I think that I... I love you.”

*

“They aren’t going to come,” Loki says in the taxi cab to the airport.

“They surely have other matters to attend to,” Loki says at 30,000 feet.

“I cannot imagine them meeting us,” Loki says on the Californian tarmac,  even as they do imagine it - the four of them with multi-color drinks topped with sliced fruit, curly straws, and tiny umbrellas.

Mobius has not released their hand the entire voyage. “You never know. Stranger things have happened.”

“Stranger than two gods vacationing with their delinquent adopted relative?”

“Sure,” Mobius says with a shrug. “You hear the one about the gorgeous god who found their soulmate in a folksy dope of a human?”

A small measure of Loki’s anxiety melts away. “You are referring to when the realm’s bravest human opened their heart to a broken god?”

“Not broken,” Mobius says, suddenly serious. “Never broken.”

“Mobius,” Loki starts, but in a flash, Mobius easy smile returns.

“Come on. Let’s hit the beach.”

Loki bounces their leg the entire taxi drive to their beach-front hotel. Their suite is large, upgraded last minute at surely no small expense, to a set of three rooms, just in case Thor and Frigga decided to arrive. They change into swim trunks and descend the staircase off their balcony down to the sand. The hotel arranged a series of lounge chairs and umbrellas that Loki is eager to claim, but Mobius pulls them down to the water first.

“We’ve been in Iowa too long. We have to at least touch the ocean.”

Loki accommodates him enough to step into the water, ankle-deep. Mobius splashes in all the way. He dips below the surface, then reappears, drawing closer, soaking wet.

“Do not even think of -” Loki says, knowing what’s coming. Mobius allots them plenty of time to move if they wish, but they do not. Though they do groan in dismay as Mobius wraps them in a damp hug.

“Kiss me,” Mobius says, bright as the sunshine and laughing. “I taste like the ocean.”

Loki does not bother to stop their rolling eyes, even as they indulge him with a kiss. Hm, he does taste a bit salty. But it’s still Mobius underneath.

“Perhaps you are part fish,” Loki offers, teasing.

Mobius’s eyes light up. “Do you think mermaids are real? Mermen?”

Loki, watching Mobius’s youthful glee, has no desire to quash his joy, even slightly. “Perhaps?”

“Oh, man. How great would that be?” Mobius says and releasing Loki, flops back into the water.

Loki can’t help their smile. And they don’t want to either. Mobius makes them feel young again too, full of hope and possibilities. Like they could accomplish anything.

Like defying death.

Their smile slips, but they struggle to hold onto it, not wanting to ruin Mobius’s fun.

But even this trip carries the weight of Mobius’s unsaid wish, I want you to have something to remember me by.

“We will remember together,” Loki says under his breath, as Mobius jumps into a wave.

Then, like a boom of thunder across the beach, roars a voice, “Brother!”

Loki turns to see Thor in bright-colored shorts and a too-small white tank top walking toward him. Large sunglasses hide his eyes, and a swipe of white sunscreen streaks his nose, but his wide smile leaves no argument to his expression. And beside him...

Frigga wears a long, floral sundress and a wide-brimmed hat. Where Thor barrels forward, oaf-like, she moves like the water itself, each step on the sand fluid and careful.

Reality flashes through Loki, stealing his breath. When last she saw them, they were... not...

They have no idea what their relationship could be now.

This was a mistake.

Loki has to run.

They look at the water, but Mobius is too far out.

For Loki to run, they would have to leave Mobius.

Indecision roots them. To stay or to go.

But no, Frigga would not wear a sundress if she had meant only to renounce them. She would not dress as though she intends to stay.

And Mobius...

Loki steels their resolve. How tightly had Mobius held Loki after they fought about his job and he thought Loki gone forever? How many whispered promises had he made since then, of their staying together?

No. Mobius would not leave them. 

Loki will not abandon him either.

Thor reaches them first. “Good to see you again, Loki. Heimdall sends his regards, and his regrets. He could not get away.”

“Oh... uh, of course.”

“Where’s... oh!” Thor looks out at the water. “Mobius! My brother! Stay there, I will join you!” Then he trudges into the water, each step a large splash.

In his place, stands Frigga. Loki stands tall, bracing themself for perhaps-deserved condemnation.

But then their mother lifts a hand and places it softly to their cheek.

“My beautiful child,” she says, and it is enough. It is everything.

Loki falls into open arms, feeling much like a youth again, safe and protected in their mother’s embrace.

“Thank you for inviting us,” she says as she cards her fingers through their hair. “It was a most pleasant and unexpected surprise.”

“It was Mobius’s idea,” Loki admits.

“Your soulmate knows your heart well,” she says, kindness warm in her voice. “It brings this mother peace to see her child so happy. Especially after such a long period of distress.”

Loki closes their eyes and bites back their bubbling emotion. To have their pain acknowledge is almost too much. As to, is having the reaffirmation that they are her child, even now, even after everything.

Loki realizes too late that they are still wet from Mobius’s hug, and pulls away sharply. But Frigga keeps her arms on their shoulders, her smile ever-soft, ever-patient. She holds no harm for them, only kindness. Only joy.

Mobius approaches slowly, kicking gently through the water, creating only minimal disturbance to the water’s surface.

He looks first to Loki, as if studying their face. Loki knows he is searching for distress, that Mobius will rise to their defense with nary a moment’s notice. But he mustn’t see that, because a smile breaks wide on his face as he turns it toward Frigga.

He holds out his hand, dripping wet with saltwater. Frigga glances at his hand, then ignores it and pulls him into a hug, too.

“Thank you,” she says, voice nearly lost among the shift of the waves and the loud beating of Loki’s own heart.

“You don’t have to thank me.” Mobius’s voice is much stronger. “You’re always welcome to... oh.”

She says something else, something Loki cannot hear, something that makes Mobius’s smile soften and his eyes search out Loki’s over her shoulder.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, either,” Mobius says. “Loving them is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Loki’s whole world goes very still.

The sun shines. The waves continue to pound the sand. Somewhere, Thor calls out for them to join him. Mobius looks away from them, back to Frigga.

Loki just stands there, a single word, echoing loud in their head.

Mobius’s voice. Mobius’s word.

Love.

[ghostlywritten]

If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Twelve

James Potter x OC

A/N: At last, the long awaited chapter. Sorry for the wait, my laptop has been failing on me. Hope you enjoy.

Words: 3,8k

Prologue  Chapter One   Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten  Chapter Eleven

It was the last weekend before the beginning of the exams for literally everybody. The library was packed with not a single seat unoccupied as well as the common room, where people had even taken to sitting on the floor to study, the dorms being too sitfling.

I had been one of the lucky ones to get a seat at a table, revising my notes with James next to me.

"How do you brew the Elixir to Induce Euphoria?"

"You add shrivelfig, porcupine quills and stir four times anti-clockwise. Then you add a sprig of peppermint, Sopophorous beans and wormwood and stir six times anti-clockwise," James recited, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers.

"That is correct."

"Yes!"

"Alright, your turn-"

"Hey, what about my reward?" James asked and I looked at him questioningly, "My kiss?" He pouted and I gave in almost immediately, not being able to resist his big earth-coloured eyes as I leant forward to press my lips against his.

"Hmm, that's it," he hummed approvingly and it made my face grow as I thought of him saying it during certain other circumstances. I was a girl, a sixteen year old girl, and of bloody course my mind would wander towards certain things that I could be doing instead of studying, now that I had a boyfriend...things, that I couldn't have had managed before on my own. And with a boyfriend as hot as mine I couldn't help but let my gaze linger whenever he stretched himself during Quidditch warm-ups, causing his shirt to deliciously rile up and reveal his abs, or watching him bite his lips whenever he concentrated hard on something, wishing he would bite me-

"Love? Cec? Hellooo?" James snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked. "Are you spacing out on me? Siriusly? After you dragged my ass to sit and study with you? Jeez, then ungratefulness stinks," he huffed in mock-annoyance and I shook my head to get the thoughts out.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"It's my turn. What colour does the Potion have and what is it for?"

"The colour should be a bright yellow and as the name implies, it's supposed to induce the drinker in a sudden euphoria."

"That is absolutely correct!"

"Of course it is," I replied arrogantly, flinging my hair before giggling. James smirked, leaning forward. "Come and get your reward then." My heart leaped in my chest but I managed to stop him with a hand on his chest. "Nah, I'm good," I teased with a shrug, briefly wondering where Marlene was. She would have been so proud of me right now. James frowned for a second before promptly throwing himself on me. "Uff, James!" I exclaimed, pearls of laughter escaping as he snuck his arms around me to lessen the blow of landing on the hard floor, pinning me down effectively with his body.

"How dare you reject my generous offer of rewarding you with a kiss?" James said gravely, chuckles drifting through his words, "You shall be punished with more rewards."

"Bite me!"

"Gladly!" I squealed as he started attacking my neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin.

"Can you stop with your childish antics?!” Lily's voice ripped through our laughter. She stood up with a peeved look, gathering her things. "Some people are actually trying to study!" She stormed off before any of us could form an answer.

James sprang up, adjusting his glasses as he held out a hand for me whilst looking after her. I brushed off any dirt from my clothes and went to sit down.

"I should probably go and check on her," he suggested and I wanted to ask why when he was already taking off.

"Alright," I said lamely to his back, watching until he disappeared through the portrait hole. I plopped back down on my seat, glancing at Alice, who was completely immersed in her notes, not even aware her best friend's departure. Looking down at my own notes, I tried to focus but my eyes kept drifting from word to word without taking anything in as my mind kept replaying the way James ran after Lily with little to no hesitation. 

'You're thinking too much into it...

...I wonder what they are doing right now...'

I sighed loudly, frustrated that I couldn't let it go. Peeking at the only studious girl at the table, I stood up. "I'm...gonna go to the loo," I excused myself and left when I received no response.

Walking out of the common room, I promptly slapped myself on the forehead.

Was I really going to follow them like a creepy, insecure girlfriend? Obviously.

Was I going to find them with the head start they had now? Obviously not. Dumbass.

Glancing back at the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding our entrance, I pondered whether to go back inside or try looking for them. Lily was most likely heading to the library to join Remus at his study table that he had occupied since this morning. I cringed at my own behaviour when I decided to look for them. 'Im just making sure she's fine so I can focus back on my exams,' I reassured myself, 'Nothing creepy about tha-'

"Ow-!"

"Oi, Cec," Sirius greeted me gruffly, holding onto my arm until I steadied myself as he had bumped against me quite strongly, "Sorry about that. Didn't see you from the corner."

"It's all good," I replied, glad for the distraction as I straightened my robe and looked up at him. He seemed distraught, his hair unkempt and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. I would have guessed he had a good snogging session if it weren't for the sad glistening in his eyes. "Hey Sirius," I called softly as he fidgeted, already turning away, "Is everything alright?"

"Hm?" he looked over his shoulder, his expression carefully blank, "Yeah, of course. Everything is fine. Why?"

I shrugged, not wanting to point out how he seemed less than his usual joyful facade. "Just asking. Where you've been anyway? I thought we would study together in the common room?"

His face twisted into something akin to anguish and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I was with Reg..ulus," he said, turning away.

"Did som-"

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it," he snapped.

"Sirius..." He stormed off towards the portrait hole and I was left staring after a back for the second time this day. I felt the worry built up, sensing that something bad must have happened. Because, no matter how hurt or angry Sirius was, he was always very good at hiding it. Unless he was drunk or something major had happened. And since he didn't seem drunk right now...my feet started moving before my mind had been made up, walking back towards the Fat Lady and pushing every thought of James and Lily into the back of my mind. This was urgent, my platonic soulmate was in pain after all.

Stepping into the common room, I spotted the black-haired boy rush up the boys dormitory and steeled myself before following him upstairs, hoping nobody saw me step to left instead of the right passage towards the rooms. I tentatively walked down the small hallway I had never dared to step in in all my six years before, searching the signs on the doors for the Sixth Year's dormitories. Pressing an ear on one of the doors, I listened for any sound. Fortunately, there were some shuffles and the familiar voice of my friend cursing as he dropped something heavy. Just as I contemplated on whether to knock, the door swung up revealing Sirius, who had rid himself of his robe and jumper, holding a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand and the other tightly wound around the door handle.

"What are you doing?" he asked, narrowing his shining eyes.

"I-"

"Just leave," he grumbled, his voice tense as he was holding back the tears that hadn't fallen yet. Dread filled me now as he rushed past me to the bathroom, shutting the door soundly behind him. Something was seriously wrong. This time, I didn't hesitate to follow him, pushing back the cringe at opening a boy's bathroom and peeking in. The room was empty except for one shower cabinet in the far back where the water was turned on, running at full blast.

"Sirius, I hope you are not naked, because I'm coming in," I warned, giving him a second before I opened the cabinet to find him sitting on the floor, drinking from the bottle of Firewhiskey as the water pattered down on him.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" he mumbled, his voice thick and croaky from the burn of the alcohol, "I don't want to talk about it." He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as the water trickled down on his face and further, drenching his clothes.

"We don't need to talk," I said quietly, hoping he could hear me over the water, "I just wanna be here for you." And with that, I stepped in fully-clothed and closed the cabinet door behind me, sliding down next to him as I proceeded to get completely wet in a less than a few seconds. Sirius kept quiet, only raising his bottle to me before pressing it against his own lips when I shook my head, wondering which of the drops trailing down his face were from the shower head and which from his sorrowful eyes.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there but Sirius got up after what seemed like hours, clearing his throat as he lowered the water volume. "I'm...gonna get you the Invisibility Cloak so you can sneak out. Wait here." I nodded. "And don't turn the water off or someone might come in." I nodded again and he stepped over me, pushing the door open and disappearing from sight. I sighed as he left, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of my clothes sticking to my skin. He came back after a few minutes with cloak and wand in hand, casting a Hot Air Charm over me as I got up and turned off the shower head. It was completely silent, but somber in some way as we proceeded to walk out of the bathroom with me under the cloak and him at the front. He held the door open, squinting to see if I had passed and I mumbled a quiet 'thanks' when I was out.

Nodding, he stepped out as well, shoving his hands into his pockets, having dried himself as well. "I will...see you around," he said, a softness in his voice and slightly slurring, "I'm just gonna head to bed."

I nodded before realising he couldn't see me. "Okay. Sleep well, Sirius."

"You too."

Turning away, I took a few steps when I heard Sirius whisper my name. "Cec, I- thank you. For being there," he stammered, seeming uncharacteristically unsure of himself. I wondered then, how many people he had shown his emotional side before. Guessing from what I knew about him, I would say it dwindled down to the four people he kept the closest plus maybe Regulus. It warmed me, that he now included me into that circle as well even if I kind of forced him to as I had followed him around. "Cec?" he called out questioningly, his grey eyes flittering around as he pondered whether I was still there or not. I quickly stepped back towards him, carefully taking his hand and squeezing it slightly. "You're more than welcome, Sirius," I whispered and his eyes softened when I raised my cloak to let him see me for a split second. "Good night."

"Good night."

Walking down to the common room, I noticed a considerably less amount of people were gathered around to study, mostly Fifth and Seventh Years. But Alice was still there and even Marlene had joined her, though her face rested on her notes as she drooled on them, fast asleep. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I noticed it was past nine o'clock. The thoughts of Lily and James that I had pushed into the back of my mind resurfaced and I swept the room with my eyes in search of either of them. There was no way Lily would have gone to bed so early on the last days before the exam and I briefly remembered all the times we had together to study until past midnight for our O.W.L.'s last year. 'Was she still at the library?' But the library had been closed for an hour now.

My stomach grumbled in that moment and the sound resonated throughout the otherwise quiet room. I blushed, despite the fact that no one could see me under the cloak, as a few heads raised in confusion. Only now did I realise how hungry I was since I had missed dinner and also skipped lunch earlier this day. 'A quick snack from the kitchen it is,' I decided, walking towards the entrance and out of the common room. 'And on my way I can make a short detour to see if Lily actually managed to convince Madam Pince to let her stay past the closing hours to study. Wouldn't put it past her to play the Prefect Card for this.'

Skipping down the stairs, I took the corridor to the library and found it entirely deserted. I sighed relieved, not knowing what exactly I was relieved for, as I turned away to head towards the kitchen. The halls were empty and dark, with the occasional light of the half-moon breaking through the tall windows and I breathed in the fresh air of a summer night, enjoying the peaceful silence as I strolled towards the kitchen.

But the peace would only last for so long.

I reached the corridor with the painting of the fruit bowl, fastening my steps as my stomach gave another protesting growl. Just when I was about to tickle the pear in the painting, anticipating all the good food the elves would cook in a matter of minutes, the door opened from the inside, nearly banging against my forehead. I stumbled back as the door swung to the side, revealing James. My heart skipped a beat in surprise but also at the sight of twinkling eyes that seemed unnaturally light in all the darkness surrounding us. Grinning, I grasped at the hem of the cloak, ready to spook him when he turned back towards the kitchens, engulfing his face in a warm glow of light coming from the big room.

A shadow crossed his features and he held his hand out for Lily, who was laughing softly as she took it, letting him help her out of the hole. "Thanks," she said.

"You are very welcome," James replied with a grin as the door shut close, engulfing us all in a sudden darkness. I blinked, squinting in hopes to see better as my eyes adjusted. For a second everything was silent before the two started walking. Biting my lip, I followed them before I could think about what I was doing. 'We are all headed to the same direction, I can't help it that I need to walk behind them. And since I'm not hungry anymore- oh, who am I kidding, I'm starving,' I complained to myself, cursing my brain for having the urge to spy on the two in all my insecure glory.

They walked in silence for a while before standing on the staircase.

"Thanks for the food," Lily spoke up as they waited for the stairs to stop moving, "I really needed it."

"Figures. You didn't eat anything today," James replied.

"How do you know that?"

"Eh," I could practically feel him blush as he stammered for an answer. "I just saw you and Cec studying all day, so I guessed that you hadn't eaten anything yet. Cec hasn't at least."

"Right," Lily said quietly, walking up the stairs as they stopped moving. I followed silently, watching the moon reflect on her brilliant red hair and noticing James did, too. "You know, I was surprised how you two suddenly got together."

"Hm?" James hummed, looking at his shoes as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes.

"I mean, one day you were asking me out and the other you were suddenly hanging around with her and started dating," Lily said in joking manner and James chuckled along, though I couldn't grasp the joke in it. "It was...surprising, yeah," she ended awkwardly and the mood turned somber.

"Well, I guess it surprised a lot of people," James chuckled again, seemingly nervous as he ran a hand through his messy mop of hair. "But, Cec is great. She is amazing, really," he added, his voice turning steady and gentle, tugging at my heart strings. I felt a smile form on my face.

"She is quite great, yeah," Lily agreed softly. Now I felt bad for eavesdropping. 'You're siriusly messed up, dumbass,' I scolded myself. But I didn't stop. "I'm happy for you guys. It's nice to see Cec so happy and seeing a normal side of you."

James scoffed, "Normal?"

"What?" Lily giggled.

"What side of me has not been normal before?"

"I'm just saying, it's refreshing to know a side of you that wouldn't enchant cupids to read me sappy poems and throw pink glitter all over me," Lily recalled, laughing to herself as James blushed beet-red.

"Well, normal is overrated anyway," he muttered into his tie, smiling as Lily bumped her fist against his arms.

"I kinda miss it," she said and I noticed her eyes widen as soon as the sentence left her mouth. James' lips quirked up, his eyes shining. "Do you now?" he asked smugly, laughing as she slapped his arm.

"I mean," she started but paused. The mood turned slightly somber as she fiddled with her sleeve.

"You mean?" James prompted almost eagerly and I bit my lip, the tugging in my heart strings turning to harsh pulls.

Lily sighed, "It's nothing. Just, now that I know the 'normal' side of you, the one, you probably show to your friends and Cec...I think, all the stuff you used to do was quite endearing."

James kept quiet for a second. "You mean, when I endlessly chased after you?"

"All the things you did to ask me out. The cupids, the flowers, the sweets...," I distinctly heard Lily gulp as she stopped and turned towards him, causing him to falter in his steps, too. "I didn't recognise it back then, but it must have cost you a lot of effort and I think that's sweet..." James held his breath. "...and a little bit excessive." They both chuckled lightly before turning quiet, staring at the other.

"So, it was not for nothing after all," James muttered softly, almost as if he were dazed as he stared into her eyes. I clutched at the cloak tightly, feeling cold all of a sudden.

Lily cocked her head to the side, strands of red hair gliding over her shoulder like ocean waves. "Yeah. It did not get me to say yes back then, but..."

"But?" James pressed, taking a step forward.

Lily took a deep breath as if she were preparing herself for something, "But...if I had known this side of you before, I might have agreed. To- you know." I stilled, my tight grip on the cloak loosening slightly. James' eyes widened and I could see the elation spread through his face even if he didn't smile.

"To going out with me?" he asked breathlessly. Lily hesitated before she nodded. For a minute, we all stood in silence as James stared at her, dumbfounded. Lily's eyes flickered around as if she were scared to get caught. "Anyway, it doesn't matter!" she stated, too loudly for the quiet atmosphere, "I mean, you are with Cec now and you guys are happy."

"Yeah...yeah we are," James said, still in stupor.

"Yeah, so..." Lily gestured forward, turning to start walking again.

"But what if we aren't?" James spoke up, causing her to halt in her footsteps. My heart stopped.

"What?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.

It was James' turn to take a deep breath as if he were preparing himself for something, "What if Cec and I weren't happy?"

Lily furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? You guys look besotted with each other."

"Yeah, that's the thing," James said firmly, determination flooding his features. "We look like we are besotted with each other. It was an act." I swayed slightly as if I had been punched in the chest. "It was just an act." It was just an act. The words seemed to echo in the hallway, pounding relentlessly into my eardrums as I stood frozen, staring the bespectacled boy.

"It was an act?" Lily asked incredulously. James nodded. She turned towards him fully in disbelief. "You were acting like you were together?!" James nodded again. "Why?"

"I was trying to show you a more civil side of me," he said and my eyes widened. 'Be civil' I heard my own voice resonate through my mind. I tried to keep my breathing even as my chin trembled. "I wanted you to see what kind of guy I am since you wouldn't go out with me. I wanted you to see the real me. How I would be if we were together."

Lily stared at him. "I don't even know what to say...," she trailed off.

"Since you appreciated all the efforts I put into asking you out, you could appreciate this as well?" James asked hopefully and I was starting to feel sick. It was just an act. Something in me shattered. I turned away, trying to shield the little, constricting organ in my chest from his words.

"But wait, is Cec part of this? How is she managing to pretend this whole time?" she pondered and James' face fell. Noticing this, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Is she pretending, James? Does she know about your relationship being an act?"

James tensed up, biting his lip as he glanced away and it was all the answer that Lily needed. Her emerald green eyes widened. "James...," she breathed in disbelief, "How could you do this to her?"

"Listen, Cec won't take it too hard," James tried as Lily shook her head in disbelief, "She knows it's nothing serious. We've grown closer, yes, as friends."

"I don't think she sees it like that," Lily responded and I chose that moment to walk away. Because she was absolutely right.

Chapter Thirteen

[moonlightskids]

soulmates

werewolf au! (smut)

i.

the house was already packed when you arrived, holding tightly to your boyfriend’s shirt in an attempt to not get lost in the crowd of drunk college students. you like parties as much as any other miserable college student looking to forget about the amount of pending assignments, so when chan mentioned one of his senior friends was throwing one and inviting everyone, including freshmen, you thought it’ll be fun to get distracted with your boyfriend for a while.

walking to the backyard of the half destroyed house, you get past drunk couples grinding on each other and the drinks table where hyunjin pours you a really questionable beverage.

on the patio, you find a group of your friends, chan’s arm is over his new girlfriend, doyeon, you recognize his sister standing really close to felix and the rest of the group who seems pretty intoxicated, scattered around, all laughs and rosey cheeks as the two of you walk closer.

“hey love birds”, changbin barely gets outs, leaning his weight on seungmin’s thin figure, “what took you so long?”, you chuckle at his lazy voice, he seems ready to go to bed.

“it’s only 11pm, how are you so fucked up already”, hyunjin laughs at his friend’s antics, “it’s yerim”, seungmin replies, not bothered by the way his older friend is basically napping against him. hyunjin hums in understanding leaving you in the dark, who the fuck yerim, giving your boyfriend a look he leans in to whisper in your ear, “i’ll explain it later”

as hyunjin walks to help seungmin with a passed out changbin, you make your way to doyeon, the other girl smiles, taking her boyfriend’s arm off of her to put her own on your shoulder, “having fun?”, she has a mischievous smile on her face.

“yeah”, your eyes are focused on felix and hannah, who seem really comfortable with each other, “what’s going on there”, doyeon eyes them too, chuckling at the frown on her boyfriend’s face, “i guess they’re a thing now”, you rise an eyebrow remembering vividly when hyunjin told you about how strict chan was with the ‘professional’ relationship the boys had to keep with his sister but choose to let it go, is none of your business, you’ll just add it to the things your boyfriend will have to explain some day.

chan comes to you, a smile on his face when he pats your head in hello, “hey, y/n, can i steal her for a moment?”, you nod watching him take away your company, “hey”, hyunjin’s hand laces with yours as he pulls you away from his friend and into the livingroom where all the dancing is taking place. his hands taking their designed spot on your waist as he pushes your back against his chest, his hips grinding against yours and his lips leaving wet marks on the naked skin of your neck, “you smell so nice”, his words tickling your sentive spot, “that’s kind of creepy”, he giggles, turning you around and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “you love me though”, the roll of your eyes confirming his sentence without the need of you speaking.

ii.

going out was not a smart decision, after an hour or so of dancing, hyunjin and you decided to go out for some fresh air, him deciding to grab some drinks before joining you at the backyard. but it had definitely been better if you had stayed inside. from your spot you can see felix and who you assume is chan’s sister engaged into something you supposed chan himself wouldn’t approve of.

you’re sitting in one of the pool side chairs, enjoying the cold wind blowing against your hot skin when you feel someone sit next to you, thinking is hyunjin you turn around smiling, only to find a man you had never seen before, “um, can i help you?”, his cheeks red and eyes clouded from the amount of alcohol you probably had consumed that night, “what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?”, he’s so close the strong smell of alcohol makes you gag, you move a little farther from him, “i’m not alone”, with a smirk, he covers the distance you had put between the two of you again, “you’re right”, he replys placing his hand on your tight, “you’re with me now”, his hand starts climbing up and when it reaches the hem of your skirt you jump away, backing till you hit someone, hyunjin’s hand is suddenly on your hip a low growl sounding next to your ear.

“hyunjin, is fine”, your fists close around his black shirt, trying to push him away from the other guy who didn’t know how to shut up, you can see his hands shaking, his face morfing into one that screamed for you to step away, “please let’s just go”, your voice breaks, what you didn’t know is that your fear was being misinterpreted by your boyfriend who’s instincts to protect were getting stronger, his eyes, now a deep red, were fixed infront of you, his body temperature rising.

before hyunjin could do something stupid, you hear a conmosion inside the house, minho and chan getting out, pulling him away from each arm and stepping outside the property. in a minute, you’re left alone with the party’s loud music and a multitude looking at you.

from the side, you watch doyeon and jisung walk to you, the both of them trying to sooth your fears away, “he just needs a minute to calm down”, jisung tries to reason with you, “but jisung, you didn’t see him, his eyes were completely red”, the two of them share a look, “y/n, you probably just saw wrong”, doyeon petting your hair but you’re too worried about what is happening to your boyfriend, “i’ll go get you some water”, jisung walks back inside and you take the chance to make your way to where your boyfriend had been pulled to.

ignoring doyeon’s requests to stay with her you walk to the three line that surrounds the neighborhood, passing through passed out college students. between the tall acres you find the trio, the two oldest are trying to calm hyunjin down which seems to not be working and in a moment you watch your boyfriend go from a tall boy to a caramel wolf triple times his size, you yelp in surprise earning the boy’s attention. his expressions could fit in a comic, hyunjin, well the wolf, walks towards you, big cautious eyes as he looks at you afraid to scred you, you step away, your feet getting tangled with a three’s root making you fall on your butt.

hyunjin whines lowering his head, seeing you so scared and knowing it’s his fault and he can’t do anything to make you feel better is the complete opposite of what his instincts want. before any of the boys could explain anything to you, you’re already running away, your legs carrying you as far away and as fast as they can, leaving behind a broken hearted hyunjin.

iii.

you watch your phone light up again, this time, changbin’s name appears on the screen, joining the other missed calls from all of the boys when it stops ringing. you sigh covering your head with your sheets, you’ve read all the text messages asking you to hear them out, to call hyunjin but you can’t find youself to do it.

even if your heart pangs everytime you think about the sad face he gave you when you turned away from him, in an attempt to try and understand on your own you had searched about it on the internet, feeling like a complete idiot when you typed the word ‘werewolf’ on the search tab. you had read every page that had appeared, from signs on how to spot one to how to get rid of one, but it was all too much. you had fallen asleep thinking about how you had spent the last months of your life going out with a supernatural being.

your phone lights up yet again making you groan against your pillow, can’t they take the hint?, taking the device from your nightstand, jisung’s name appears on the screen mocking you, with a defeated sigh you slide your finger, answering the call.

“oh thank god y/n”, jisung voices so loudly you have to move the phone away from your ear, “what do you want, jisung?”, you hope you don’t sound as tired as you feel but by the way he shifts on the side tells you otherwise, “listen, i know this is all probably too much and it most be hard for you but could you please, please, come over and talk to hyunjin?”, you sit up straight ready to reject the request, “i don’t think that’s a good idea”, jisung most have moved from the room he was cause the background goes quiet before he speaks again, his voice barely a whisper, “hyunjin is not doing well, y/n, please just come by”, you let out a defeated sigh, your heart squeezing, in all of this, you hadn’t thought once about how he most be feeling, “ok”, the call finishes and you let yourself fall back on the bed, kicking your legs till there was no more energy.

the ride to his shared apartment with seungmin feels shorter than normally and soon you fidn yourself sitting on your car trying to gain the confidence to walk inside, “it’s ok y/n, it’s just hyunjin, you know hyunjin, he would never hurt you”, at least not the human version, taking in a deep breath you get out of the car and make your way to the apartment.

before you could knock the door opens reveling a messy jisung who lets you in immediately, seungmin’s sitting on the dinningroom a bunch of books and papers scattered everywhere, lifting his head from the one he’s reading to give you a soft smile and a wave before going back to his studies.

“thank you for coming, y/n”, jisung speaks lowly, you nod in response, all your energy concentrated in trying not to freak out, “hyunjin’s in his room, you know the way”, without another word, he goes back to the sofa, game controller in his hand.

you breath in three times before knocking on his door, when you receive no answer you decide to walk in.

the lights are all off and the curtain is down, not even letting the sunlight in, giving the room a chilling look, the only movement comes from the bed, where hyunjin is laying, under all the sheets you supposed, “hyunjin?”, your voice is barely audible but you can tell he heard you when his black hair peaks from under the montain of comforters, his eyes are cloudy, cheeks swollen and lips chapped, you can tell he’s lost some weight.

he’s looking at you like he’s just seen a ghost, clearing your throat you take a step closer to him calling his name again, for a moment, it’s like he’s back to normal, shooting out from the bed to get closer to you in a quick move, a hurt expression growing on his face when you back away just as fast, your back hitting the door.

he whines watching you with begging eyes and you have to gather all the strenght you have to not run away in that moment. with a defeated sigh he falls back on the bed, head lowered and you can physically feel your heart breaking.

yes, maybe hyunjin is half wolf, and yes, maybe he has been lying to you since you met, but you can understand, he didn’t want to end up in the situation you’re in now and you love him, at the end of the day it’s still just hyunjin.

you take a sit next to him with a sigh, your body tensed being so close to him, “i’m sorry...”, his voice is barely audible, his eyes filled with tears, he looks like a kicked puppy and you can’t help the impossible strong feeling pushing your heart to comfort him.

you nod, a small smile on your lips, “i know”, your hand cups his face strocking his cheek with your thumb. hyunjin closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you hear the soft purr that comes from him, his lips trembling, “...please don’t leave”, his hands hold onto your forearms and when you nod again, he takes it as an invitation and pulls you with him to lay on the bed, your hands changing positions, yours supporting your weight and his cupping your cheeks, holding his breath, hyunjin pulls your lips on his, giving you a slow kiss, pouring in it all the love he has for you.

you kiss all over his face and you feel the smile forming in it, hyunjin finally feels a weight lift off his shoulders and you rest your head on his chest, his hands holding you tight by your waist.

iv.

you wake up to the sound of hyunjin’s snors and specially loud purrs when you brush his hair. the sun is long gone and the house is completely silent, the clock on the nightstand marks 5am which means you’ve been sleeping for quite a while.

lifting yourself with your elbows you leave small kisses on his neck and you can hear the satisfied sigh he releases, “morning”, his voice is laced with sleep but his actions aren’t. the long days you spent apart making him desperate to touch, more than he ever felt before, maybe it has to do with the fact you accepted him as your soulmate now that you know everything.

“jisung said you have been reading a lot about werewolfs”, his hands sneak under your shirt as he leans down to kiss you, “kind of”, you let him do as he pleases, his hands roaming all over your body, “so you know... that we...”

“are destined to be together for the rest of our lives?”, the statement making him blush, “is that ok with you?”, you place a short kiss on his forehead, “i love you and that’s all that matters”, he breaks into a wide smile, taking his hands out of your shirt to change positions.

getting on top of you hyunjin gets rid of his own shirt and puts his lips back on yours. you let your fingers trace the soft skin of his chest and back before tangling them on his hair pushing him harder against you.

“y/n...”, he says between kisses, “i love you”

without another word he makes his way down your body. getting rid of his pants and yours, leaving you both in your underwear. his hands roam your body the sensation of being skin to skin making you tingle and you lock your legs around his hips.

you let his lips mark you body, from your neck to your chest, taking special time with your boobs, “hmm, hyunjin”, your moan and the way you grind against his hard member making him growl, a deep one that only send shivers down to you heat, “please”, you don’t miss the smirk on his face when he pulls apart to take your underwear off, “you smell so good”, he moans, his hands separating your legs so he could dive in, his tongue tracing your heat, putting special pressure to your clit, making your legs shiver.

“hyunjin”, you whine again, pulling him from his hair so he can kiss you, “i want you”, he laughs and his eyes shine a soft gold when he looks back at you, taking off his underwear he positions himself on your entrance, “tell me if it hurts, ok?”, you nod, your finger digging in the skin of his arms when you feel the pressure.

you try not to show the pain, which you figure doesn’t work when he starts kissing all over your face, “it’ll feel better”, he promised, his hips moving at a steady pace, the sound of your skins hitting and your quiet moans filling the room. the sensation is not what you expected but better, your whole body feels like it’s on fire with the way he’s touching you.

a strange knot starts forming in your lower abdomen, making it harder to breathe, your eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation, “hyunjin”, you whimper, your hips rising to meet his in a desperate try to reach your release.

you can tell he’s just as close as you with his face hiding in the crook of your neck, you can feel his canines gracing your sensitive skin and another whimper falls through your lips when his hand reaches for your clit, drawing slow circular motiongs before you finally feel the knot come undone.

hyunjin fastens his pace riding you of your orgasm and looking for his own release that doesn’t take long to come, he let’s go inside of you with a deep growl, his hands pressing the skin of your waist till his body goes limp, letting his weight rest on you humming in satisfaction.

“are you ok?”, his plump lips move against your skin, you nod, “i love you, y/n”, his arms locking you in place, “i love you too jinnie”, you stay like that, enjoying the calmness of the early morning as the sun starts peaking through the curtains, you’re almost completely asleep when hyunjin’s stomach growls, “someone’s hungry”, you giggle, “seungmin’s making breakfast”, he announces, “so early?”

he moves from you stretching his limbs and walking to the closet to grab a fit for him and one for you. making your way to the kitchen you find seungmin infront of the stove cooking what looks like eggs, “morning”, you find a seat in at the kitchen table as you watch hyunjin look for two plates, “morning”, he scoffs not even sparing you guys a look, “you ok min?”, hyunjin chuckles at his best friend’s grumpiness.

“sure”, he says putting a spoon of eggs on your plate rather aggressively, “i love waking up at 5am on a sunday”, another spoon of eggs on hyunjin’s plate, “just to hear the two of you fuck”, you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks, the same expression on hyunjin’s face, “sorry”, you both mumble before digging into seungmin’s always perfectly cooked eggs.

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i’m thinking of turning this werewolf aus into a whole universe, like make all the stories happen in the same world, is that something any of you would be interested in? let me know uf you are.

[nachohypno]

Nate and Dave Ch. 13

Didn’t take long for us to leave the shopping street. We did take a few pictures together, mostly for storing. Dave is pretty photogenic and looks great in all of them (He even wanted to take his tank top off for a few! But I assumed that would attract unwanted stares. Silly old Dave...)

We left our bags at the back seat and drove off towards Dave’s house. Something I always liked about living in a town: Everything is close, and yet, a car never seems a bad idea. Maybe my ass is just lazy, but I enjoy relaxing next to Dave as my werewolf boyfriend just drives us safely towards our destination.

“I forgot to ask… Are your parents home?” I like Mr. and Ms. Walker! I really do! But there’s so many things you can do when a couple of werewolves with heightened senses are in the house with you. I have a feeling that they can hear every single sound in the house.

And that’s not really fun. I don’t think it’s intentional though, but it’s pretty hard to have a heart-to-heart moment when you think everyone is listening to you.

“Nuh-uh.” Dave mumbled, as he parked outside his garage. “Pop’s working during the evening, comes back by the time we’d be out of school, so we have quite a few hours before our private time is over. Mom’s out with some of her friends I guess, she doesn’t like spending much time ‘locked away’.”

“So, you really want to have a pool day? We’re a month or so away from Winter, big guy.” Not intending to sound like a party pooper. The day was nice and you can survive without a jacket, but I don’t think I’ll be going into the pool. Catching a cold isn’t something I look forward to.

“I’m always up for some swimmin’, but get what ya mean, bruh.” He turned off the engine and looked at me. “You can relax by the pool, and if things get really cold we can just go to my room and warm ya up!”

We entered the house. I couldn’t hear a single sound inside, which was a comforting thing.

“Lose the clothes! Lose the clothes! Lose the clothes!” Dave started chanting, as he stripped in front of me as fast as he could, soon standing naked in the middle of the living room.

I always liked how easily he loses his clothes at every chance he gets. Maybe he likes having his built body at full display for others to admire? I mean, who wouldn’t admire him?

The meaty pecs are not too big, but not exactly small either. His 6-pack abs are perfectly aligned and seem ready to take a few punches, breaking your hand in the process.

His cock was hard, of course. His cock was always hard when he’s naked, like an automatic thing. 

He seems like a 15 years old with those levels of horniness, and yet he makes such a great job holding himself back instead of suggesting to have sex everyday. I don’t know if he jerks off though, maybe he’s just happy to see me.

“I… prefer to stay clothed?” Such a party pooper, I know, but I’d rather not worry my mom with getting sick because I want to seem cool for my boyfriend. I’ll get naked in the bedroom, but the pool seems out of the question right now.

Dave frowned. “Still worrying about gettin’ cold? Wait here and strip, I’ll get ya a solution, bruh.” He raced upstairs, our bags in hand. I loved how the locket dangled in between his pecs, such a cool detail.

I did as told though, not because he told me to but because I was curious. And a little part of me didn’t want to be lame. That train is gone now, though, right?

I waited for my puppy boy, as I started feeling the cold getting to me. It wasn’t bad, but not exactly the most pleasant thing in the world. I stayed in my boxers, because I wasn’t looking forward to the air invading my ass.

A minute later or so, the jock dashed down the stairs with his varsity jacket on one arm, and a pair of towels on the other. He was already wearing his speedo, but it failed to hide anything due to his hard on.

“Uhm… Could you go soft like… down there?” I asked, trying to sound as nice as possible. Perks of having a werewolf soulmate, apparently everything you say sounds always as nice as possible, Dave is just happy to comply with everything that I may want or need.

Including controlling his body functions, like how his dick just got soft all of a sudden and the speedo looked a bit less revealing. Still, it fitted him quite well.

“Not gonna swim, right?” Dave asked, giving me a finger gun. I shook my head, before laying a towel on the ground and just laying down. “A’ight, watch these moves then, bruh!”

He jumped in the pool with a cannonball, making a big splash, before giving me a thumbs up and smiling. I clapped a lot, to show him some enthusiasm before he sank back down and started doing laps. I rolled my eyes, and started scrolling through my phone.

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Dave pulled himself out of the pool after finishing another set of laps, and started drying himself off like a dog: Shaking it off.

I covered myself with his jacket, and I heard him chuckle. “Water’s so nice today, bruh. You should give it a try!”

“Are you really not cold? It’s okay if you are… We can do something else instead.” I knew he wasn’t but I was worried about him.

“Chill out, my body’s as warm as a lighted chimney.” He finished drying himself off with a towel and sat beside me on the stone floor. “Us werewolves can take some really cold temperatures, especially while wearing our fur, babe.”

Huh, that awakened my curiosity!

“So… everyone in your family is a werewolf?” I asked, reaching out for my phone. I had to write this down or otherwise I would forget about it! I had made a special text file for my research on Dave’s… wolfiness.

As soon as I get some juicy new information, I write it down to satisfy my inner nerd. Never thought I would be so invested in investigating a supernatural creature, but yet again, I never thought I’d have a werewolf as my soulmate!

“Uh… not quite?. Like, I think there’s a fifty percent chance if one of the two is a normal person, but we don’t really care about that. It’s not like it’s a super important thing to have a werewolf son.” He tried to explain, putting on his sunglasses again and sitting beside me. “It is pretty important for my pops but between you and me, he’s just kinda racist.”

My fingers tapped the screen as I heard everything Dave had to say. I mean, not the part about his dad, but the werewolves’ children having a fifty percent chance to inherit lycanthropy.

“But,” He resumed his explanation. “Most of my family is a werewolf, maybe there’s just one or two not werewolves out there? There are a lot of Walkers, that’s for sure. Not sayin’ we mate like bunnies but… I do have a lot o’ cousins.”

“Any siblings?” I asked, but he shook his head in denial.

“Nope. I’m an only son, bruh. I always thought it was because I’m an alpha, and dad says I got the jackpot with that rank. Heheh.” A smug look on his face, he flexed his arms while pointing to himself with his head high. The guy was trying to seem narcissistic or he was really proud of himself.

He looked cute anyway. The speedo was holding his now-soft cock perfectly, and you could see his shape through it. Muscles in all the right places… the guy looked like a really little hulk. Just… human-like, and not green.

I took my eyes off him for a few seconds to finish writing this line at my notepad. ‘Werewolves seem to mate and reproduce themselves quite frequently, but it varies on a subject vasis.’

“Hey nerd, drop the phone.” Dave said, in a commanding tone. I definitely wasn’t expecting it, but I looked at him again and he seemed a bit annoyed. Maybe because I wasn’t giving him much attention? He wasn’t flexing anymore, then he started walking closer.

I tapped my way to the ‘Save’ button before leaving my phone next to me. “Uh… sure thing? What’s with the attitude?”

The puppy boy didn’t stop to answer, but instead got next to me and grabbed my hips in a swift move. Supernatural speed or reflexes, whatever you want to call it, I loved it. “Just enjoy it, babe…” He mumbled, before leaning in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as I kissed him back, and could feel my body being lifted from the nice towel on the grass.

His warm skin against my naked chest, only protected by his varsity jacket. A few seconds afterward, the varsity jacket was off. The locket necklace was cold, but I didn’t mind. I just enjoyed the moment, just like he said.

Dave was walking, but the kiss distracted me. My mistake was closing my eyes, because I didn’t see his prank coming. 

“One… two…” He started to swing me towards the pool. I opened my eyes as soon as he started counting, but I only managed to say a surprised “Dave-!” before he interrupted me.

“Three!” SPLASH. I fell in the water. The cold water, but my body was quickly getting used to it. I stayed underwater for a few more seconds to fully embrace the cold temperature, I knew that I would shiver a bit less if I did that.

I had my eyes closed once again, because I never got used to my eyes touching water, but I did feel the water movement as Dave jumped right after me.

I swam back to the surface. I’m not a good swimmer, but this area of the pool wasn’t that deep so I could touch the bottom with my feet and keep myself up with small jumps.

“Hey, hey. I got’cha now…” Dave mumbled, catching me in his arms and keeping me from jumping. I hugged him as tightly as I could. His body was still warm, so it felt really good. Like some kind of underwater stove.

“T-Thanks, big guy…” I managed to say. I would have loved to avoid seeming a weakling, but even with Dave’s hot body, I still felt myself getting colder the longer I was in the pool.

Pulling me closer, he leaned in for a good make out session which I really appreciated. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we stayed like that for a good while.

...Until the coldness was too much for me, that is. There’s a little line between ‘being a party-pooper’ and ‘my body can’t hold this temperature anymore’. The wind wasn’t making it any easier, making me feel colder at every part that stood out of the water.

“D-D-Dave… Let’s head... back in, okay?” I managed to say, holding him close. The jock nodded, and swam over to the edge of the pool, making sure to keep me as close as possible.

Once we were out, I reached out for the towel I was laying on a while before. Dave was shaking the water off him like a puppy boy would do, so he was okay in that part. Then, I noticed him getting zoned out again as the fur on his body started to grow. 

‘Oh, geez, I love this part!’ I thought, noticing a tail appearing behind him and his muscles growing with the yellow-ish/brown fur on his skin.

His human head morphed into a humanoid wolf one, two little fangs sticking out of his dog snout with a little black spot appearing where his nose was. His hands grew paw pads and claws, before finishing the transformation with a howl after going out of his self-induced trance.

I kept drying myself with the towel, hoping to get warmer with that, but then the puppy boy tackled me. I managed to grab my phone from the ground as he said “Don’t ya worry, my love. Gonna take good care of you…” before picking me up and dashing inside. He was already warm before, but his fur was really comfortable and helping out with the cold.

A few minutes later, the big guy entered his room with me on his arms. I felt like those couples on tv, being carried by my big and strong boyfriend towards his bed. Dave gently left me on top of it and then laid down next to me. A tight hug afterwards, I could feel the coldness fading away as a very comfortable warm invaded my body.

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Dave’s POV

Nate fell asleep in my arms. His shivering stopped, and he was warm again. 

I sighed, such a dumb move I’ve made. But hey, gettin’ to werewolf form to warm him up was pretty smart, right?

Reluctantly, I pulled away from him and tried to get up from my bed. Any other day I would love to do this, he’s my soulmate! Weeks after noticing him, I still couldn’t believe it. I’m supposed to make him happy and safe, fuck.

I grabbed the bedsheets and made sure Nate was well-covered in them. ‘Only the best for my boyfriend’ I thought. I shivered the bit at the thought of having a ‘boyfriend’, but that’s what he is. A guy. THE guy, the one I love the most in the world.

Magic can be quite funny, huh. How a soulmate can turn my whole world upside down. I would be beatin’ the heck outta this guy if he ever implied that we’re meant to each other. And now I fell in love with a guy. Karma’s a bitch, some say.

The sight of Nate being so comfortable in his sleep, not shivering anymore, just happily dozed off, it pushed all the buttons for me. He had to be happy, I had to make sure of that. I want to be a good soulmate for the guy I love.

Looked down at my hands, I noticed I was still in werewolf form. Mom hates when we go werewolf while we’re at the house, because the fur gets all over the floor sometimes. She’s not home though, so I can do whatever I want.

Nate’s phone was firmly held by his owner. He had all that investigation thing in there, so I guess that’s why. I knew he wanted to know more about me and my lycanthropy, and I was honored to help him! He wanted to try and understand me more? He’s the best!

I rubbed my hairy wolf head, what to do now? Should I wait for him to wake up?

I mean, I’d love to spend time just cuddling with him, but I kinda feel guilty for pulling him into the pool like that. Gonna start listening to him if I want to stop fucking up.

Nate’s really nice to me, and never tells me I fuck up, but there’s always that little possibility I actually fuck up our dates quite often and he just never tells me, and I love him too much to hurt him in any way.

That’s also why I’ve been trying to control my strength, too! Our first days together, I almost crushed the guy down with my weight, but after some practice I managed to keep myself at bay to make sure he’s comfortable with me around!

I clenched my fist and threw a punch to the air. A little unfamiliar ‘cling cling’ sounded as I did so, the locket. Watching it filled me with joy and a warm feeling. It’s like I carry a little reminder that I’m Nate’s soulmate. 

A puppy boy, always ready to please my owner in any way possible.

My own words, the ones I wrote on the little note inside the locket, resonated through my mind. “My heart, body and mind belongs to my lovely soulmate Nate Hall.” Followed by my signature. It was cheesy, and maybe a try hard-ish thing for my taste, but it was the truth. Nate was my owner and I was his puppy boy.

I held the metal thing tightly in my hand, before letting it go and turning around, heading out of my room. Empty house, still plenty of time to have fun.

I had to walk in tiptoes, because my heavy footsteps may wake up my boyfriend. I could just change back into human form, but I felt stronger and faster while in werewolf form. Any excuse I have to use it will be great.

Out on the corridor, I looked for the attic trapdoor’s handle on the ceiling. The attic is a pretty dirty and dark place, we just use it as storage. So, I assumed mom and pops would store their family treasures or memories. Boxes filled with old books, photo albums, letters and other trash. 

Somewhere in those boxes had to be my old copy of the ‘Being a werewolf: How to keep the secret safe and live among the human society.’ book. (Sounds lame, but I ain’t making that up!).

So, time for a good search. I can’t search it by smell, because I would only smell dust and humidity.

My claws made it a bit more harder to search through the boxes without breaking stuff, but I managed to search through quite a few of them pretty quickly. No luck so far.

A box next to a small window had a little ‘Old stuff from Dave’ tag on it. Mom liked to organize stuff, I don’t know why I didn't look for this one to begin with.

I opened the top of the box and began searching through full notebooks filled with gibberish writing from when I didn’t know how to read or write. I was quite the slow learner, according to a few old teachers. Then, there it was.

A brown book, with a wolf doing a thumbs up to me, with silver letters that read ‘Being a werewolf: How to keep the secret safe and live among the human society.’ And a little seal of quality on the bottom of it that said ‘Approved by the supernatural council’. This would make a perfect gift for my nerdy boyfriend.

I decided to look a bit more around that box and other ones, just in case I found more stuff for him, but I’ve been up in the attic for quite some time, apparently.

“Uh… Dave?” A dazed Nate asked, still in my room. I could hear him perfectly, great part of the heightened hearing.

“Comin’ up!” I answered, trying to sound loud enough for him to hear me. Searching for treasures would have to wait, my soulmate needed me.

I left the attic and closed the trapdoor, before running into my room. Another rule, my mom doesn’t like us running in the house because we could break the furniture, but pops always gives me a free pass on that one.

“Need anythin’? I’m so sorry for pushing you in down there, bro…” I tried to apologize, but Nate didn’t seem mad at all. Nor disappointed, he just seemed… comfortable. “If you want me to do something to make it up for you, just say it and I’ll do it. Anything. Oh, wait, got you this book for your investigation...”

I sometimes think I can exaggerate when around Nate, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. And that’s not poetry, I mean it quite literally.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

I gave him the book and Nate examined it carefully. “Being a werewolf… Is there actually a whole guidebook about being a werewolf?” He asked, before leaving it on my night table. I nodded, wondering if he liked it or not.

“Thanks so much! And about before, don’t worry about it.” Nate said, breaking the few seconds of silence. “I mean, I’m not dead so… it was just a fun prank!” Huh, I thought he would actually be mad at me after that. “Hey, c’mere.”

I did as told, while he reached out for my wolf head. I started giving light kicks to the floor as he scratched the back of my ear. There’s no way I can describe the pleasure this gives me. It’s just… the best thing in the world, next to him.

“‘sides, you also brought me up here and warmed me up. I can’t be mad at you for being such a good puppy boy! Who’s a good puppy boy? Huh? Who’s a good puppy boy?”

An urge to answer overwhelmed me. “I am!” I said. “I am a good puppy boy! Woof!”

“Yes, you are! You’re the best puppy boy ever, aren’t you?” He continued, now scratching my neck. My kicks came out a bit stronger now, as the pleasure went up. My cock was already rock hard, this was amazing!

“Yeah! I am your puppy boy, bruh! Woof, woof!” My urge to bark wasn’t a new thing, either. It was like my animal instinct and my human mind were at a bit of a struggle right now. I didn’t care though, Nate’s happiness was the thing that mattered the most to me right now.

“Come up on the bed, we’re gonna have some puppy fun, right puppy boy?”

I nodded excitedly, before climbing my bed. I loved how small Nate looked when on my bed. Probably because I’m way bigger than him, and the bed was actually made to fit my werewolf form on it.

“Also… could you just… zone out for a bit? You know, like we’ve practiced, puppy boy.”

No time to think, though. Had to obey.

If Nate was the center of my world before, then he just became the center of my universe as my mind emptied from every thought that didn’t involve obeying him.

Nate was my soulmate, my owner, the most important person in my life without a doubt. And I was just a simple puppy boy jock.

“My heart, body and mind belongs to my lovely soulmate Nate Hall.” Those words resonated again in my mind, this time stronger, as Nate pulled his wet underwear off. “Take off your speedo, puppy boy.” He ordered.

I was smiling, and my tongue was lolling out. I obeyed his order without a single doubt in my mind. Pure bliss by just obeying my soulmate was a great thing. Nate moved me like a ragdoll, having one of my hands wrapped around his cock and the other around mine. “Now, start jerking us off.”

It was an honor for me. My owner wanted me to jerk him off! I couldn’t disappoint him!

I did my best, trying to control my strength well enough so he could enjoy it without pain. I replicated my own moves on my cock, pleasuring myself as well. Nate was just laying there, eyes closed and arms behind his back. He moaned from time to time.

While we already went through the ‘fucking’ stage, I never knew if Nate enjoyed it as much as I did. We never did it again, so it’s hard to know.

But hey, any moment with my soulmate is an amazing one! 

I kept stroking him for quite a while, not minding anything but focusing on bringing him pleasure. My own pleasure was another thing, but he included it in his order so I had to pleasure myself too!

Then, he pushed my hand off and grabbed me by the locket. “That’s enough for now, let’s just cuddle together, all right?”

My answer was a bit of panting, as I did as he suggested and wrapped him in my arms. I hoped my fur warmed him a lot more, after the shitty move I pulled before.

“I love you, puppy boy. You’re the best and only puppy boy in the world for me...” A little yawn as he laid on my pecs.

I smiled, feeling myself blush a bit but it would have been not distinguishable at all due to the fur in my face. This was one of the few times that I had to fight against the influence of being ‘zoned out’, not for a bad reason, but because I wanted to answer him.

“I… love you… too, my love…” I managed to say, quite happy but still a bit unemotional. Eh, did my best there, and Nate seemed happier, since he hugged me tighter.

“Let’s just nap for a while… Okay?” I don’t know if that was an order, but I almost immediately dozed off.

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[exodusmc]

Written in the stars

Genre: soulmate au, werewolf au, angst, fluff

Words: 1667

Paring: Werewolf Seungcheol x human reader

Warning!: Hinting to feeling very low and alone

a/n: I hope you know you shouldn’t follow a starnger :) btw I want to start writing for seventeeen cus I love them

gif is not mine 

Watching the stars was what you loved the most, how they shone so bright while they were so far away, how they could still sparkle while the moon hung heavy in the sky. It was like they were a force which couldn't be taken down, like they would be up there forever.

The hill was in the outskirts of the city, edging to the forest standing tall and dark. You would come here whenever you felt down or the sky had lit up by the millions of stars, unfortunately were your reason the first one now. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks, quiet and somehow invisible. You had always wondered how the people around seemed so oblivious to your pain, the hurt behind every smile, but over the time had you learned that it was your own fault for laying your happiness in their hands. If you just could talk to someone, everything would change, but you couldn't and was left to wither like the flowers during autumn. A shaky sigh left your lips, back pressed against the grass, and now were you somewhere else but on earth, a place where everything was magical and nothing hurt. 

“Are you okay?”a voice broke your dream, made you sit up fast with wide eyes. Teras still fell down your face so you tried to dry them as fast as you could while the boy with raven hair and eyes like the sky above your head stared. He seemed concerned, a white shirt hanging loosely over his shoulders. It was odd in a way, since you were bundled up in a winter jacket and he was dressed so lightly.”Are you hurt?”

“N-no..”you sounded so weak in your own ears, sending shame right down your bones. He had caught you in your most vulnerable moment and you hated it.”..I’m fine..”

“Are you sure..?”the more you looked at him, the more relaxed you felt. He had a kind face, upper lip a bit bigger than the under and warm orbs. He was on the fairer side but you wouldn't call him pale.

“Yes..”he only shrugged to your answer, sitting down by your side but with a distance so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable. You watched as he gazed at the stars, how he mirrored them, and then he smiled, a gummy smile which made your heart race. 

“Can you see Orion’s belt? It’s over there..”you finally managed to tear your eyes from his to watch where he pointed. His finger drew lines over the sky, connected the stars until they made pictures. All over the sky were small stories of people before you, they who had maped the heaven for everyone after. 

You stayed with him for a long time, so long the first rays of the sun slowly peeked over the city. It surprised you slightly, the way he made you forget the world with just his voice, the soft melody of tones making you fly so far away from the grey. 

“It’s morning…”

“It is..”you hadn't meant for it to be a question, just a simple statement which he answered with those lips and eyes, deep as the sky is wide. 

“..I should go..”but you didn't want to leave him, this stranger who regarded life a little different, saw it through the night instead of the day. 

“..You probably should…”no one moved, just watched the other as if to remember every line crossing over their face. He truly was breathtaking, born to meet you on the hill where grass was green. 

So you sat, back leaving the ground as eyes found the city line. He did the same, shoulders brushing against the other, sparking life in your numb limbs. This stranger pulled you to him without reaching for you, had you trembling with no more than the feel of his shirt. He had made you forget about your hurt with just his presence and you didn't even know his name. 

“Who are you?” if you had been with someone else, the question would have sounded stupid to your ears, sent embarrassment to colour your cheeks, but with him were you just curious and maybe a little scared, because what if he was just a dream? A dream too good to be true?

“I’m sorry…”and with that was he running away, disappearing into the thick forest hiding everything from the world. You had been right, he had been someone you weren't worthy of having, just your imagination losing its grip. A new tear rolled down your cheek, cracking the euphoric feeling you so greedily hogged. The world is just cruel, luring you with beauty that is more than a face, luring you with the beauty of a soul. 

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Oh how you hurt that week, felt every stab at your heart as your life slowly went on. He never left you dreams, a smile which haunted you, ripped your skin from your bones so you would feel naked. Pain and pain and pain and pain. 

Saturday was your saving grace, a day you didn't have to do anything, a night you could spend by your safe space. Only he had changed it, dulled it just a bit. Looking around, you felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle, a tree too little or a stone too much, all because of him and his smile. 

“..Hello..” and there he was again, sheepishly watching you with those drowning orbs. If you would describe his expression would it be like a puppy who had done something it knew it shouldn't have.”How have you been?”

You wanted to hit him, scream all your pain he made you feel, but just sat there, watching, waiting for him to come. 

His hair hung down his forehead, hiding his eyes just a bit, making him glance from under them. You could tell he studied you, careful with every move you made. He knew he had hurt you and oh how much pain he felt too. 

“Why’d you leave?”down casting his face, he mumbled something too low for you to hear. The stranger you saw as a friend, a saviour, laid down on the grass, once again dressed in a thin shirt, muscles pressing against the fabric for you to see. 

“I didn't want to..”frustration filled you, furrowed your eyebrows while your heart hurt. 

“Then why?”your anger melted right off when he looked at you, eyes and forehead on full display. Pain filled him too, pulled you into his grasp once again.   

“Because what if?”what if what? You wanted to ask, get the answer you thought you deserved but this boy only shook his head, turning to the stars so he could watch them with the eyes you wanted to feel.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”his voice was low, disappearing high in the sky as you tuned out the world in favour of hearing him, in favour of wondering about his words. Soulmates? No, you didn't believe in them because how you could you? When you always were left to stare at others and never feel the bond of only being someones and them being yours.”Well I do...I think it’s written in the stars..”

And he looked at you, straight through every layer you had, deep within your soul as the whole path you should walk stayed clear in his orbs. It wasn't written in the stars, it was written in his eyes. He was pulling you in with every breath, made you want to believe because how could you not want him? The stranger with no name but a familiar feeling to his smile.

“Do you think I’m yours?”you could hear how bitter you sounded, feet standing on the ground while you felt like you were flying. He was taller than you but the warmth in his eyes never let you feel scared. 

“I know…”he was good at stealing your breath, good at make your aching heart feel like it was whole, good at luring you in with every gaze. He had spoke about the stars like they were his home but looked at you like you hung them where they were.”I know that you are mine as well as I’m yours because of what I am…”

Now were you confused. What he was? Human, with features soft as wind and the pull of the moon when he became your night. And you? Someone who felt like the world was wrong and only right when he stood by you. 

“I’m a werewolf...Something from your stories but real..”you could say nothing, just watch as eyes turned sad and mouth tight lipped.”You were supposed to be mine and I’m yours, I knew it from the second I saw you..But I was scared of what you would think, so I left, went home to my pack where I felt awful..”

“There are more of you?”thoughts swirled in your head, made it hard to pull out the important parts. 

“There are..13 to be exact..”a smile graced his face, broke that tense hard edge to his eyes for a second, brought back the warm feeling on your skin.”They are loud but they are my family...yours too if you want..”

Every rational part of your brain told you that this was crazy, that he crazy, but he didn't feel like he was lying. He felt so sincere, so scared when he added the last words, and what did you have at home? The empty feeling of staring at the ceiling alone in the dark?

“I don't even know your name…”that sheepish look came back as you realized that you had brushed over the important detail.

“..It’s Seungcheol…”

“Well Seungcheol I’m Y/n and I hope the stars are right..”he beamed as you said his name, hair standing by his nape when you kept speaking.”Because I want to see what they wrote..”

[xserpentlife]

Run

Requested: I had an idea I didn’t know if you would like to write with an A/B/O werewolf universe. Reader is abandoned by her parents/pack and stumbles into southside with nowhere to go. Reader pretends to be a confident beta, but is actually a terrified omega. Jughead realizes this (you know he be snooping) and tries to set the reader up with alpha Sweet Pea because SP hasn’t found a mate yet. I’m sure you can go crazy with your imagination and make it awesome if you want to write it :)

A/N: I hope you guys like this. I just wanted to tell you I will not be doing a part two to this, at least I don’t think. I just feel a part two would not be as strong as this first part. But that is only because I feel like concepts may make this go on longer Basically, a concept is kinda like a blurb you give me a situation like Wolf Y/N and pea after everything and this happens, and I expand on it. So please send them in if you want too, I love this little universe I created.

Warnings: Family abandonment, some injuries

Word Count: about 2450

Greendale was your home, your family was there, friends too, but then it was gone in an instant. Everyone left Greendale after it was attacked by an outside pack. They left you too. You were an omega the lowest of the low, your parents a beta and alpha saw you as weak. They didn’t want you around, because you were a determinant to their hierarchy, they cared for your brother much more, he was an alpha, going to take over the pack one day, and your parents thought you were an Alpha too, till they realized you were a female and an omega. Not even a beta you disappointed them from the start. You always had the smaller room, fewer toys and clothes than your counterparts and, you were forced to clean up around the house. You were never wanted, never.

It wasn’t a surprise when you woke up from the fight, far away from home woods being the only thing you could see for miles. They left you while you were all running from the danger, you were the weak link they always thought...

Maybe put in. Your breathing shallowed as you walked frantically searching for your way home. Every slow step you put in made you feel farther away, your hope almost gone, until you came across a sign for Riverdale, You needed a place to make a home, a place to be somebody that wasn’t an omega. You did not want to be forgotten again. You were walking trying to find someone you were so hurt you could barely take more steps. You fell down transitioning out of your wolf form, and into your human form naked laying on a street.

Jughead’s POV

“Fangs stop goofing around, we have to go to the pack meeting!”

“No Jug look there's a naked girl!”

“Holy shit” Jug ran up to the girl trying to shake you awake but it wasn’t working, she was losing blood from a leg wound, and had a few cuts around her body. “Call Toni and tell her to bring clothes to the Wyrm”. Jug picked you up carrying your body as he ran to the Wyrm.

Once at the Wyrm they began cleaning your wounds after Toni had put undergarments on you. They wrapped each of your wounds and called the pack doctor to come and check on you.

“She is going to be fine Jug, but I do not want her waking up in the Wyrm. She has lost a lot of blood and her wounds need to be rewrapped with wet wraps every hour and dry following that for her skin to heal correctly. It should be a few hours before she wakes up but can one of you take her home? Toni?

“Yeah I can take her, of course, Fangs you wanna help me, can I borrow your truck? Yeah, I'll carry her and drive her and I’ll come back for the meeting. I’ll tell Pea you had a family emergency.

Y/N’s POV

You woke up a few hours later a place you didn’t know, you figured the other pack had caught up to you, the one that overtook your family. But you looked down to see your leg wrapped and medicine sitting next to the bed you were in, in a room that looked so alive and welcoming.

“Oh uhm Hi” You cowered away a bit. “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m Toni”

“Y/N” You reached out your hand to shake hers. “How… how did I get here?”

“Jughead and Fangs…” You look puzzled and she continued  “Sorry, they are my friends. They found you on the street”

“Oh no…”

“No, no your safe they found you before anything could happen, your leg is a little fucked up is all, but the doc says it'll be fine in a few days.

“The clothes…”

“Mine”

“Oh I'm so sorry I can, you can have them back. Uh, I should go but… wait I don’t have any money but I’ll pay you back…”

“Don’t worry about it really, can I ask you a question though?”

“Uhm sure”

“Where did you come from”

“I came from the Greendale pack, we got ran off, I split up from them but everything is fine” You needed to portray confidence needed to be strong even when you weren’t. The pack here could not think that you were weak. They needed to think you were a beta, think that you had the strength, not weakness or cowardice. “I'm uh, I’m a Beta”.

“Okay… I’m an Alpha, would you uh like to meet the rest of the pack”

“Of course, but you’re an Alpha?”

“Yeah, my mother and father both were, and I’m an only child, got lucky I guess”

You went to the Wyrm that night, meeting everyone but one. Sweet Pea, they called him, he was one of the pack Alphas, his friend Fangs was another, and Jughead too, the boy that had found you. It took a week for you to feel somewhat back to normal. You felt lost like everyone you ever knew was gone, I mean it was true, you were left, kicked to the side like dirt, but the serpents made you feel welcome and wanted. But in your head, you knew it was just because you were pretending to be a beta. You had been masking your scent with Toni’s clothes that she let you borrow, so pretending wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. The hardest was not going on runs. For a week now your leg had been healed, you would usually go on a run every day, but you couldn’t, if they did they would see your size, see that you were an omega and not a beta. You just couldn’t risk it. So you fought off the urge to turn and run.

The more you stayed in Riverdale the more you were told the stories of the serpents. How they hid from the northside. They never got along. The serpent pack was top of the Southside. The Ghoulies always fought them. Going to Southside high meant you could be a target but you needed to go. You were protected by them, but you needed to begin acting normal, needed to blend in. Being normal meant you had to go to school with everyone else.

School was different, in your old pack you were homeschooled from a young age, honestly lucky you got an education at all. It was your aunt who had taught you, well she was more so a nanny but she was so close you always called her your aunt. See your parents hated you, hated everything to do with you, so they pushed you to the side and hired a nanny, you were lucky for that though, lucky you weren't thrown away completely.

You got to school with children running around, smoking, banging against lockers, and making it against the walls. It was different from what you were used too because in your life you were sheltered, you didn’t kiss often, you never smoked, and the banging was so loud for your ears.

“How do you deal with that?”

“What?”

“The banging…”

“Headphones, pretend to listen to music, but just plug your ears instead, C’mon let’s get to class” She handed you an extra set of headphones in her bag and pulled you towards the classrooms. You followed her to your first class of the day Entering the room she said hi to a guy but he quickly bolted out the door, not even looking at you.

School was not as bad as you thought it would be. Classes were pretty simple, you knew everything you need too, it was being around other people you hated. You were never used to being around them, every time you heard a noise you cowered, I guess it really showed your true form. You needed to get out of the room. The anxiousness kept building and building you needed to be free needed to run. You luckily stashed clothes by a log in the woods a few days ago in case you had a chance.

You took off running into the woods morphing into your wolf form. You ran and ran, the wind through your hair, the air relieving the tension in your body. It felt good, so much more incredible than words can describe, it was something you missed so deeply.

You transformed back into your human form slipping the clothes over your body.

“Y/N!”

“Uhm… Jughead… I”

“I knew it, the smell it wasn’t right, and, and the howl it was so much quieter, you were so quiet, cowering at the noises… why?” he started packing around you, you grew nervous.

“Please..”

“I knew you weren’t a beta Y/N” You cowered down whimpering, the anxiety coursing through you. “Hey, hey shhh”

“Jug please, I'm sorry I lied, I was so scared so…”

“Why…”

“My uh, my family they uh… hated me, kept me locked up in my house, they were disappointed I was an omega, wanted nothing to do with me and…”

“Y/N the Serpents aren't like that… you know that”

“I know that now, but, but when I met you I was lost and scared, my leg was close to broken. I was left alone by my family… You know it doesn’t matter, I need to go...” You got up running, you needed to get away from him, needed to be on your own. You morphed into your wolf form once again before taking off. You were running for what felt like miles, before realizing you were lost. You didn’t know Riverdale, didn’t know their woods. It was all okay until you got launched into a tree, a whimper leaving your body. You looked up to see 4 wolves around you on all sides, no way you could run. You were 2x smaller than them, if not more, they were bigger and most likely faster. You howled hoping someone would hear, but nothing happened, no one came.

Jug knew exactly where you were, he could trace your scent, always good at tracking people. But he wanted you to meet Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea was the main pack Alpha along with Toni, he hadn’t met his soulmate yet, Jughead always tried setting him up. So this was his perfect opportunity.

*Sweet Pea’s POV*

Pea was chilling in the Wyrm when Jughead came bursting in the door.

“Y/N is missing!” 

“Who’s that?”

“The new girl, you saw her at lunch and bolted remember” The warm feeling invaded once again, a feeling not quite explainable. 

“We will find her I promise”

“Thank you ”

Pea didn’t know that Jughead and Toni were planning this the entire time. Pea had no idea that they were trying to set you and Pea up.

Toni gave Pea the jacket you had been wearing.

“Wait, Toni, this smells like you… and something else”

“Yeah, she has been wearing my clothes, can you find her?”

“Yeah, she's under our protection, I need to find her it’s my duty”

Pea began running, he heard a whimper through the trees, so he ran faster coming up on the Ghoulie wolves. He heard your cries, when he laid eyes on you, almost felt your pain in a way, but he didn’t get a good look before the Ghoulies were standing in front of you. You tried running but you couldn’t stand, they had hurt your leg that was still so sensitive from the first time you hurt it.

“You can not take her!”

“We do what we want Sweet Pea, you have no authority”

“This is my land, meaning my authority, now leave before I call for backup packs to take care of you”

“You wouldn’t dare! For this mutt, this sad excuse of a…” Pea growled in their direction, feeling so protective over you even when he hadn’t laid eyes on you, and just could smell your scent. The howling of surrounding packs ensued, quickly the Ghoulies had fled, you staying against the tree eyes closed, your body transitioning out of wolf form, as you shook with fear. You felt a nudge against your back, warmth radiating through your body, his scent filling your nose. This was something that never happened, wolves never really felt warmth like that, seeming as they were warm as it was, it was an odd sensation.

“You’re gonna be okay, can you climb on my back” You shook your head without looking and the woof nuzzled into you again. You looked into the wolves' eyes, before stopping in your tracks. The heat that went through your body felt 10 times hotter than when the wolf nuzzled you the first time, his scent filling your nose. The wolf transitioned out of his wolf form, starting back at you was a tall guy, a serpent mark bared upon his neck.

“Hi…” You just stared at him, a partial awkwardness due to the nakedness you both dawned. “One second” He ran away for a moment slipping shorts on and handing you a shirt that was behind a nearby rock. “I keep some placed around the woods, in case I go on a run”

“Uhm thanks, I uh, I should go…” You tried getting up but your leg gave out, you tried again but whimpered falling as the wolf grabbed you. “Please stop you’re hurt” Pea felt it, felt your pain in him, but he didn’t understand why, he could feel his pack sometimes, yes, but it was never anything like this. “I’m Sweet Pea”.

“Wait… you’re the alpha, I really need to go, I’m sorry” Before you could stand you felt his hand on you. “I know you’re not a beta”

“I…”

“It’s okay”

“It’s not I lied, and I never should have said anything or lied or even came here but my family I just… please don’t kick me out I don’t have anywhere to go… I...”

“Stop, it’s okay, just tell me your name”

“I’m uh, I’m Y/N” You couldn’t get the warm feeling out of your head. “Pea, uh do you… do you feel warm” You felt warm, it felt sweet, you smelled sweetness, smelled him so much stronger than you had before. You felt love… felt close to him with barely knowing him and you didn’t know why didn't understand it.

“Well Y/N I would never kick you out, plus I can’t… that warmness, it’s called imprinting at least I think that’s what is going on, it’s a wolf thing my grandma taught me about it. It means we are soulmates Omega.”

[sweetness47]

Heartache

Pairing Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: none really, fluff, angst, amnesia, mention of argument, ABO stuff, pregnant reader

Her head was pounding as her eyes fluttered open, sunlight momentarily blinding her. Autumn leaves crunched beneath her body and hands as she struggled to sit up. That’s when she realized she was completely naked. What the hell? The pounding in her skull continued, crippling her, not allowing her to stand. It was unbearable.

She curled into a ball, fighting the waves of dizziness and nausea that plagued her. Trying to stand up had been a serious mistake. She gingerly lifted her head to look around, hoping she could find her clothing, or at least some clue as to why she was out here. But every movement brought more nausea.

She groaned, feeling gently with her hand to see what kind of damage had her so immobile. Her fingertips came across a large goose egg, sticky from blood, at the back of her head. What had happened, she couldn’t say, at this point she didn’t even know her name. Thinking hurt, moving hurt. If she didn’t get to help soon, she would probably die here.

“YN!” a voice echoed in the distance. She turned, wincing as dry heaves threatened her fragile state. If she could get their attention, maybe they could help. Assuming, of course, that whoever was out here wasn’t a deranged serial killer. The voice sounded worried though, like he was concerned for the woman he was looking for. So…maybe…

“Please! Help!” she managed to cry out, trying to stay as still as possible to avoid the retching again.

She heard movement and prayed it was the help she needed. Strong arms wrapped her in a blanket and picked her up with a gentleness that gave her hope.

“Easy YN, You’re going to be ok.”

She whimpered as she buried her face into this male, his scent calming her. He was a good person; she could feel it. Wait, did he call her YN? Was that her name?

“You know me?” she croaked. Her throat was dry and hoarse.

“Yeah baby, I know you.” He paused. “You don’t know me?”

She barely managed a shake of her head. “My head, I…”

The man walked faster. “It’s ok sweetheart, I’ll get you home. We’ll get you better.”

“Sam!” he growled as he came to a clearing. A few buildings close together, like a farm, greeted her eyes. Another man, she assumed it was Sam, ran out to greet them, followed by another woman and two more males.

“She needs water, food, and medical attention. She,” he paused, “she can’t remember who I am.”

Sam took YN into his arms. “It’s ok Dean. We got this.”

“Come inside and have something to eat Dean. You’ve been out all night. Pacing and worrying won’t help anything. Let Cas and Sam take a look at her.”

Dean looked over at the woman who’d spoken. “I know mom, but…”

“No buts, c’mon. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Dean sighed. He’d given up arguing with his mother’s sound logic years ago. She wasn’t wrong. Worrying didn’t help anyone. All it did was create anxiety and stress. His mate was in good hands. He trusted Sam and Cas to help her.

Except, in this case, he was worried, his mind playing over scenes from two nights ago, when he and YN had come to blows over some stupid comment he’d made. Usually she didn’t get riled up that easily. His mate was a spitfire. It was one of the things he loved about her. Even as an omega, he admired her courage and tenacity when confronting something she didn’t like, or something that scared her. She stood her ground during pack meetings, and didn’t take shit from anyone. The pack admired her, and admired the Alpha for choosing such a strong mate.

He didn’t choose, it was more like soulmate bonding, but whatever, same thing. Either way, he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

He had been talking about an upcoming children’s event they held every spring and fall. Sam, Mary, Cas, and Jack had all been present, and Dean had made a joke about skipping the event entirely, saying something about ‘who needs happy kids anyways?’. He’d made similar jokes before, and it never bothered YN, she knew he was kidding. It’s who he was.

But this time she’d snapped, saying he was heartless, saying that children deserved happiness and how dare he even suggest cancelling the event. Then she’d stormed out of the house. Mary had tried to run after her, but she’d already shifted and was galloping off into the forest, not caring that it was dark and rainy.

She was a strong wolf, there wasn’t much that could scare her honestly, or take her down for that matter. She was above average size, and could easily handle herself in a fight. That wasn’t a concern. But he was worried about the fact that she’d run off at all.

Sam and Cas walked into the kitchen, sitting down as Mary dished them out some food. Dean looked at the two men and pressed for information. “Well? How is she?”

Sam scooped up some eggs and a piece of ham. “She’s resting. She’s had a bag of fluids through IV, and we gave her some medicine to help with the pain.”

Cas looked at Sam, and then to Dean. Dean saw the hidden information in his third in command’s eyes. “What aren’t you telling me.”

Cas cleared his throat. “YN is pregnant. She’s carrying two pups.”

His jaw dropped to the floor.

Suddenly everything made a whole wack load of sense. Heightened emotions, the argument, the hurt in her eyes.

“Fuck! God I feel so damn stupid! I can’t believe I hurt her like that!”

“It’s not your fault Dean. You didn’t know.” Mary came over to console her son. She placed a kiss on his cheek. “She’ll forgive you. Just give her time.”

He snorted. “Yeah, if she even remembers who I am.” He gave his mom a half-hug and walked out the back door.

About an hour later, Charlie, Dean’s best friend since childhood, sought him out at the request of Sam. If anyone could bring Dean out of his mood, it was Charlie. Well, his mate could too, but she wasn’t available.

“Hey Dean, s’up?”

Dean turned to the familiar voice. “Hey Charlie, not much.” He smiled at her before turning back to the lake.

“Then why do you look like you just ordered the death of a thousand panda bears?”

“Because I’m an ass.”

Charlie couldn’t help it. Her laughter echoed through the open fields and across the cool water. “Well, we already knew that. So, that’s not the reason.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Funny.”

She sat down beside him. “Yup. So is this.”

Before Dean could even blink she pushed him off the deck and into the murky water. He came up sputtering and glaring at his friend. “Are you fucking nuts?”

Charlie was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down her cheeks. “You should see the look on your face! God you look like a wet dog!”

“I’m gonna kill you Charles.”

She grimaced at the nickname. “Watch it pretty boy. Gonna have to beat some sense into ya.”

He growled. “Really? You feeling suicidal today?”

“Nope, but you’re depressed, so if you want to go a few rounds, I’m game.”

He climbed up to the deck surface, shaking off his jacket to lay out and dry, followed by his shirt. “Well hotshot, since you dunked me in that cold lake, I have to shift to get warm. So, I guess we’re sparring.”

Charlie went around the other side of the boatshed and removed her clothes to shift, while Dean finished removing his. Bones cracked and readjusted, shifted. Two wolves came around to face each other then, a dark sandy blonde wolf and a red wolf.

Fighting and training was a normal part of pack life. And no one held back strength or tactics. The only rule for pack members was no killing moves. You could pin and force submission, but no death blows or deadly bites.

Sam heard wolves snapping and fighting, and ran to investigate. He and a few others found the two wolves going at each other, and began rooting for their favorite. Everyone knew it was fun, so no one worried about outcomes being bad.

After half an hour, Dean finally pinned his friend, and Charlie submitted defeat. He took his clothes into the shed, while Charlie took hers to the woods behind a tree. Sam sought his brother out, remembering why he’d been looking for him in the first place.

“Dean? YN’s awake.”

Dean peeked out from a stack of canoes. “Does she remember anything?”

Sam shook his head. “No, but she’s asking for you. Not by name, but as the guy who helped her.”

With a sigh, his heart aching, he nodded and followed Sam to the pack med center. YN lay on one of the beds, an IV still in her arm, her head wrapped in white bandages.

Dean walked over to her and sat in a chair by the bed. Sam left the room to give them some privacy.

“Hi.” Her voice small but more upbeat than before, had him looking up. “I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted to thank you.”

Dean took her hand in his, feeling her tense slightly before relaxing. “I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“Who am I?” The question caught him off guard, and he frowned. She tried to reword the question. “Specifically, who am I to you?”

He bit his lower lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. “You’re my mate. Your name is YN. We met about two years ago at the local bar.”

She squeezed his hand. “That explains why I feel safe around you. But why was I in the woods alone?”

Dean ran his hands through his hair. “Because I said something stupid, and hurt your feelings, so you ran off to cool down, except you didn’t return. That’s when we started searching for you. I’ve never felt so terrified in my entire life.”

“Sam and Cas told me about the pups. Did you know?”

He shook his head. “No. But your reaction to my stupid comment makes more sense now. I’m beyond relieved you aren’t seriously injured.”

She brought his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. “So am I, and it’s thanks to you. I don’t have my memories back yet, but I’d be grateful to have your assistance in finding them.”

He smiled at her words, and stood to place a kiss on her forehead. “That sounds like a wonderful idea YN. As soon as my brother clears you, I’ll take you on a tour.”

“I think I’m going to like that, a lot.”

“Me too sweetheart, me too.”

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[littlemisswolfie]

it’s really not that fair

Part four of this bullshit. Here we go.

Bella worries at her bottom lip with her teeth and taps her pencil on the hard plastic desk. A few of her classmates glare at her and she knows she’s being annoying, but it’s Friday, and that means Leah’s picking her up from school.

That is, if the damn clock will ever move.

It’s a little ridiculous, how much Bella misses her. She’d snuck into Bella’s room the night before (just like she had every night since the imprint) and woken her up with a soft kiss before she left this morning, so it’s been at most, like, nine hours. But it still feels like a little part of Bella is missing, and there’s a tug in her chest that goes towards LaPush, towards Leah.

From what the pack can tell, Victoria’s backed off since she realized Bella was under their protection. This suits Bella just fine, because she has enough on her plate, what with graduation coming up, with the imprint, with Leah. She’s just glad she already has her college situation figured out.

Neither Charlie nor Renee were thrilled with her decision to take classes online, but it’s for the best. Her GPA suffered a major hit when she was so depressed, after all, and most places she could have applied to were already closed to applications when she was suddenly reminded of her steadily approaching graduation date a few weeks ago. Her other reason, which had gone unspoken to her parents, is Leah. 

Bella knows it’s generally a bad idea to base one’s college decisions around their significant other, but the imprint complicates things. She’s sure she could go away, but it would be painful, both for her and for Leah. And there’s no way Leah could come with her due to tribal issues; her status as a protector to the tribe overrules any other obligations she has. Sam could let her go, but he’s not in any position to go against Old Quil and Billy.

So Leah has to stay. And so Bella will, too.

The bell finally, finally rings, and Bella gathers up her books and shoves them in her backpack as quickly as she can. Her body thrums, and she knows it’s because Leah is in the parking lot, waiting for her. 

In the desk next to her, Angela laughs. “What’re you in such a rush for, Bella?” she asks, a teasing note in her voice. “You got a hot date or something?”

Bella freezes.

It wouldn’t be a lie to say no--Bella can’t imagine anyone calling a pack dinner a hot date, unless their idea of a hot date is holding hands with their significant other while half a dozen half naked teenage boys inhale food like they’re never going to eat again.

But on the other hand, she can’t say the whole thing isn’t romantic. This past week, Bella felt like she was dying the longer she spent away from Leah. Leah is like oxygen, like a cool drink of water on a brutal Phoenix day, like coming home. At no point will Leah ever not be the most important part of her life. Not anymore.

But how can she express that to Angela? Bella hardly understands the intense connection afforded by the imprint herself. And with the added... everything surrounding same sex relationships...

Yeah. No. Bella’s not ready to tackle that yet.

So she gives Angela a smile she hopes isn’t too tight around the edges and says, “That’s a secret.”

*

While she wants nothing more than to run into Leah’s arms when she sees her leaning against her red truck, Bella, mindful of her schoolmates’ stares, settles for a faster-than-normal walk and a hug that’s just a tad too long to be platonic. She feels and hears Leah taking a deep inhale of her hair. Bella can’t imagine how hard this time apart has been for her--from what she can tell, the imprint is a stronger pull for the wolf.

“Hey,” Bella says when they separate.

“Hey,” Leah replies. She hoists Bella’s backpack onto her own shoulder and holds her hand out for Bella’s keys. “Do you need to go home before we go to the Rez?”

Bella hands over the keys and nods. “I wanna drop off my books and grab some extra clothes.” At Leah’s arched eyebrow, she flushes and adds, “I-in case I’m too tired to drive home!”

“Sure, sure,” Leah says, unapologetically stealing Jake’s catchphrase.

They climb into the cab of the truck, and they don’t touch again until they’re a mile away from the school.

Bella’s heart aches.

*

It’s easier at LaPush.

There, everyone knows about them. There’s no pretenses, no excuses, no hiding. It’s just Leah and Bella, and they’re together, and no one minds, just like no one minds Sam and Emily, or Jared and Kim.

After the ravenous pack dinner, everyone retires to Emily’s living room, and Bella once again ends up perched in Leah’s lap, and she relaxes against her shoulder while the pack talks shop. Emily and Sam are sharing the big living chair Sam usually occupies, fingers intertwined, and Kim is sitting cross-legged on the floor with Jared’s head in her lap. It’s a testament to the power of the imprint that none of the other guys comment on the couples’ obvious closeness. With any other group of friends, Bella thinks, there’d be immediate teasing.

After a confirmation that Victoria hasn’t been seen around the Rez either, things become much less formal. Emily whips up a new muffin recipe for Bella and Kim to try, “because the pack will eat anything, I can’t trust their opinion on my food, I need an outsider’s voice.” The pack takes advantage of the semi-warm day and starts roughhousing outside, shouting and tackling and just having fun. It warms Bella’s heart to see Leah and Sam being so friendly with each other now, without the pain of Sam’s imprint lingering over them. 

“I wish it could always be like this,” Bella says around a mouthful of cranberry orange muffin. It’s delicious, of course. Bella can cook, sure, but Emily’s the expert baker around here. “No teenage angst, no Victoria hanging over us, no hiding...”

“Hiding?”

Bella blushes when she realizes she’s spoken aloud. “Uh...”

“No, no,” Kim says, persisting. “What do you mean, hiding?”

 “It’s just...” Bella has to pause for a second, and takes another bite of her muffin to stall. “I don’t know how to explain what I have with Leah to the people in Forks. So I figure, hey, maybe I’ll just let them think we’re good friends, but then Charlie will say something like, ‘I’m so glad you have a friend like Leah,’ or my friends at school will tease me about dating, and I just wanna scream, you know?”

Emily makes a comforting sound in the back of her throat and lays a hand on Bella’s shoulder. “I can’t imagine how hard that must be for you. Like living a double life, right?”

“Yeah.”

Kim leans up against Bella’s shoulder in a show of sisterly support. Because that’s what she and Emily are--Bella’s sisters. Not like Alice, who wanted to use Bella as a living dress up doll, or Rosalie, who seemed to hate the fact that she even existed, but actual, genuine love. In being imprinted on by Leah, she got not only her soulmate, but an entire family of support. 

“Buck up, Bella,” Kim says, giving her arm a little hug. “Things’ll get better when you move out here.”

“What?” Move out here? Bella didn’t realize that was part of her future plans already.

Kim cocks her head. “Aren’t you, though? Leah says you’re just taking online classes, so there’s no school commute to think about. And as far as the council is concerned, you being an imprint makes you pack, and being pack means you’re tribe. You have every right to live here.”

“Kim,” says Emily, a warning on her tongue, but Bella cuts her off.

“It’s fine, Em. It’s just not something I’ve thought too much about, is all.”

Her eyes seek out Leah in the dog pile of pack, and when she sees Leah’s smile, everything seems okay.

*

“What was bothering you earlier?” Leah asks, later, when they’re lying in Leah’s bed with their legs tangled together.

Bella starts. “You knew?”

“I wasn’t trying to listen, but I could tell you were upset.” One of her hands comes up to comb through Bella’s hair. “Talk to me.”

Bella sighs and snuggles closer to Bella’s reassuring heat. “I don’t like having to pretend we’re not together when I’m not on the Rez,” she says, voice soft. It’s harder to say this to Leah than it was to Emily and Kim earlier. “I hate it whenever someone calls you my friend, because you’re so much more than that, and I want to tell everyone how much you mean to me, but I have no idea how to.”

Leah grunts. “I wish I could make it better for you.”

“Not your fault.” Bella yawns. “When I told Kim and Emily earlier, Kim said I should just move to the Rez after I graduate.”

Bella feels Leah’s whole body stiffen. “Really?” She’s trying to sound nonchalant, but Bella can hear the excitement in her voice.

“Really.” She reaches up to stroke her thumb along Leah’s cheekbone. “Is that... something you’d like?”

“Absolutely,” Leah says, with no hesitation, not even a little bit. Her lips, chapped and warm, press against Bella’s forehead. “I want you forever. I want your good mornings and your good nights. I want your bedhead and your morning breath, and I want your hair clogging up the drains, and I want to hear you humming in the kitchen while you cook and see you biting you lip while you read before bed. I want everything, Bella. Everything you’re willing to give me.”

Bella feels her eyes grow warm. It’s ridiculous, she thinks, that after less than a week of dating she feels ready to commit. But she wants. She wants so badly to be Leah’s forever, for Leah to be hers.

“I’m willing,” she says, not even embarrassed at the way her voice cracks with emotion, “to give you forever, if you promise me the same.”

And so they talk, long into the night, about a little house by the cliffs, of a built-in bookshelf in the bedroom by Bella’s side of the bed and a kitchen with an island and a big living room so the pack can come over, and they don’t fall asleep until the sun is peeking over the horizon.

“One day,” Bella says, just before she drifts off, “I’ll be able to tell the whole world, ‘I love Leah Clearwater,’ and no one will be able to do anything about it.”

Sleep claims her before she feels Leah go stiff, and before she realizes that this is the first time she’s spoken about love.

Before she can hear Leah say, “I love you, too.”

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[turdblossommm]

Marry Me {8}

Summary: Bucky and the reader are hopelessly in love with their best friends who are getting married, where the pair first meet. Will there friendship turn into something more or will it crash and burn?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: Hello *rises from the grave* I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a hot minute, but you know shit happens and life kinda sucks. But I’m back and I’m going to try and be consistent.

part seven // masterlist

Bucky wasn’t an early riser so getting up before the sun was completely unheard of, and then being thrown in clothes that were just a little too snug really irritated him. You laughed as he grumbled into the coffee from the thermos. You passed a breakfast sandwich to tame the beast who got a little to hangry sometimes

“Okay everyone you know the drill, we walk North and shoot North in our specific quadrants” You shoved the map in Bucky’s day pack and nodded with the rest of your family. “We never shoot South okay?” Everyone nodded once again, this was a completion for all of you but being safe was the most important part

“Come on Buck, we got a Tom to kill” Bucky followed you through the tree to a blind that was ‘home base’. Bucky watched in complete wonder as you silently walked through the woods without snapping a single twig while he stepped on every possible twig.

“Blind C is occupied find somewhere else fuckers” Bucky rolled his eyes at you as you spoke into the radio

“You’re so going to lose” Your cousin Clay’s voice cracked over the radio

“No Tom has ever been killed out of quadrant C” Braxton scoffed

“Then you have nothing to worry about” Bucky chuckled at the mischief in your voice

“So what’s the plan? How do we do this?” Bucky asked

“First we whisper” You raise an eyebrow “We call them in and then we’ll get out and look for them” He watched you ‘call them in’ with some sort of wood that rubbed together and it made a turkey sound

“Why do you guys do this?” Bucky whispered as he carefully stepped over a fallen log

“It was something my grandfather always did with us, he worked on railroads and he was always away but he always managed to get home for Thanksgiving” You quietly slid down the small hill

“And now it’s a competition?” He chuckled 

“Yeah were scattered all around, half my cousins live in Minnesota the other half in Ontario, even Braxton lives in Montana. Thanksgiving is the only time we all see each other and this competition is the only thing we all have in common” You smile “And there’s always a fight for the turkey legs so this was one way to settle it”

“Turkey leg?” YOu nodded

“This family has thrown hands over a turkey leg, hence why the winner gets them” You explained to him as you two moved through thick timber towards an open field.

“That’s a little far for a turkey leg” You shrugged as you crouched down and called again

“We’re degenerates from up country, it’s in our nature” Bucky followed your actions and watched the field for any movement. After two hours Bucky was bored, you made him leave his phone and he was so bored he could cry.

Bucky looked over to you to see if you were dying of boredom too, but you were everything but that. Bucky felt a small smile on his face grow as he saw the fire in your eyes, he only saw that in the few glimpses he caught of you working in the lab with Tony. Bucky saw the constant tension you held in your shoulders was gone.

Seeing you with no makeup, clad in full camoflaudge with the lower half of your face conceded by a mask to keep warm. You have never looked more beautiful to him than in this moment, this is the real you, crass and sarcastic with a side of sweetness that was rationed carefully by you.

You caught movement in your eye and saw Bucky reaching for your face, you looked over and met his ocean eyes, filled with warmness. You leaned into his face as it graced your face, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth from his hand. You gelt him pulled the velcro holding your mask up, it fell to your lap taking it’s warmth with it. He pulled your face closer and you met him half way.

When his lips met yours you were confused, you two didn’t kiss unless something else was to follow. You had kissed Bucky many times but this time was different, you two were about to have sex this was just a kiss he wanted which scared you. He can’t fall in love with you, that’s part of the rules. This kiss is uncharted territory for you two and you were scared and confused

But you also liked it and you never wanted him to stop kissing you like this. He kissed you in a way you haven’t been kissed like in a long time. They way he held your face was so careful and his lips were gentle. Despite all the times you’ve seen each other naked this is the most intimate you’ve ever been with him. You felt him pulled away and you almost groaned as his heat was replace with the cold 

“Holy shit Y/N look!” Bucky whispered and you wiped your head around and saw a massive Tom standing in the middle of the field. You grabbed Bucky’s shot gun and shoved it in his hands and he brought it up and peered down the barrel

“Breath” You whispered and placed your hand on his shoulder “Remember squeeze the trigger, not pull” Bucky lined the scope up with the turkey and closed his eyes before squeezing the trigger. Bucky’s ears rang as he watched the turkey drop

“I did it?” You smiled and spoke in the radio

“Dinner is served mother fuckers” You laughed and Bucky smiled “Are you okay?” You asked and he nodded

“I’m fine”

“If you want to cry that’s fine, I did too when I killed my first animal”

“Was it a turkey?” You shook your head as you wiped the small tear on his cheek

“It was a 600 pound elk and that was a bitch to pack out, luckily its just a bird”

“Why are you so cool?” Bucky sniffed and you threw your head back and laughed

“I’m not cool Buck” You grabbed his hand and pulled him up “Now carry your turkey” You gave Bucky the general idea of plucking a bird on your walk back to the raptor. You smiled as you pulled up and all your family had made it back to the ranch

“Come on Y/N!” Claire, your cousin yelled “Let someone else get it next year”

“Yeah you can’t have it five years in a row now” Ben huffed

“Actually Bucky killed it” You smirked at your family and Bucky’s cheeks warmed as all eyes turned on him 

“W-well she called it in” He rubbed his next

“Well you better clean it before it get sour” You dad smiled and clapped Bucky on the shoulder

Bucky smiled as the sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the barn, he loved the way they rested on your bare skin. He lightly ran his fingers over the soft skin on your back as your sighed in contentment. He pressed a kiss behind your ear and you rolled to meet his blue eyes

“Morning” You smiled and hurried your face in his chest

“Good morning” You sat up and he pulled you back down

“Not yet” 

“Bucky” You giggled “We have to cook breakfast, it’s our turn” Once you coerced Bucky out of bed and dragged him to the house to make breakfast, Bucky watched because you know the possibilities of the house burning down would be high if Bucky came near a burner. The rest of the day was spent helping your mother cook with your uncles and cousins played a game of football

“Buck get your ass out here” Braxton yelled from outside

“One sec” Bucky yelled from the porch where he sat with you sipping on a beer. He leaned over and kissed your cheek before running out to the field with your brother. You joined your mother in the house, passing the prom picture of you and Frank. You ran your fingers over his face

“I miss you” You whispered before walking into the kitchen. Your mother watching out the window at the men in the family playing a poorly called game of football. Your eyes caught Bucky running from Ben, his hair falling out it’s bun

“You haven’t had anyone over for the holidays since Frank, I assume you gave up on the superstition”

“Mom Frank was my soulmate, the one good love I get in this life. Bucky and I are just friends”

“Sweatie Frank is gone and you can still love him, but that man out there looks at you like the world revolves around you” You shook your head “Your relationship with Frank was so toxic all you did was fight, both of your were stubborn teenagers. And then he died honey, you didn’t get to grieve prop-“

“Mom stop!” Your mom’s heart broke as she saw the tears form in your eyes “I’m done talking about Frank” You climbed the stairs to your bedroom, not caring that Muriel’s stuff was scattered around the room.

Bucky walked up the stairs to your room, per your mom’s instruction. He slowly pushed the door open, he noticed the room probably hadn’t been decorated since you left for college. Back Street Boys and NSYNC posters covered your wall with FFA memorabilia. He eyes landed on you hunched over a picture on the edge of your bed

“Want to talk about it?” He asked pulling you into his side and you wiped your nose with your sleeve

“This is Frank Castle, the only other man I’ve loved except for Clint, except Frank loved me back” You chuckled

“What happened?” Bucky asked

“He died, killed in action” Bucky closed his eyes “They said he was hit directly by the blast so there’s no way he felt anything” You sniffed

“How old were you?” He rubbed circles on your shoulder

“I was 20, he was 22. We were going to get married when I finished school so I could live on base with him” Bucky pulled you in for a hug and held you until your sniffles stopped “Sorry coming home always reminds me of him” You wipe the makeup from under your eyes

“No worries”

“I think dinner is ready” You nodded and followed him down the stairs and took your seats at the dinning room table, it’s only ever used for Thanksgiving. Your father prayed and blessed the food and thanked God for a bountiful harvest this year. Your dad carved the turkey and gave Bucky the leg

“And you gets the other?” You father asked and Bucky smiled and turned to you

“Y/N, she would’ve shot the damn thing if I took another second” Your family laughed as Bucky handed you the leg. Dinner was full of laughs and goodhearted conversations from your family, it was times like Thanksgiving that you are thankful for your dysfunctional family. You watched your niece and nephew play in the living room with everyone ate pie 

“Sing Auntie Y/N” Your nephew yelled as his dad brought out the guitar

“Y/N doesn’t sing anymore remember” Clair called

“I’ll sing” You smiled at the children and Bucky saw your parents head whip away from their conversations to their children as Braxton counted you off

“Kiss me mother kiss your darlin’.

Lay my head upon your breast

Throw your loving arms around me. 

I am weary let me rest

Seems the light is swiftly fading

Brighter scenes they do now show

I am standing by the river

Angels wait to take me home” The blue grass tune was soft and light, relaxing others in the room, Bucky couldn’t help but stare in awe

“Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'

See the pain upon my brow

While I'll soon be with the angels

Fate has doomed my future now

Through the years you've always loved me

And my life you've tried to save

But now I shall slumber sweetly

In a deep and lonely grave

Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'

Lay my head upon your breast

Throw your loving arms around me

I am weary let me rest

I am weary let me rest” A content smile found it’s way across your face as the children climbed on your lap and demanded more songs. Bucky learned against the door frame as he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He turned to find your father with a smile on his face

“Keep on doing what your doing, she hasn’t sang since Frank” Bucky nodded as a warm feeling spread across his chest that grew hotter when you turned and smiled at him.

A/N pt. 2: God I forgot how much I actually like this part

Taglist: @hailqueenconquer​ @2ptonpt​ 

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Merry Christmas, @thedaughterofkings!

Hope you have a great Christmas and that your holiday season is wonderful!

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*****

Snowed Inn

Snowflakes buried the windshield, wiper blades barely able to keep up with the onslaught and the landscape was coated in white, almost to the point of whiteout. Derek had been slowing down how fast he drove for some time and time felt like it was moving at a crawl to Stiles. He had already gone through all his snacks, even the emergency ones, and his phone’s battery was looking to die within the next hour if he didn’t get somewhere to charge it. He’d been left with staring at Derek since there was nothing else to look at or so he claimed to Derek, it was true but not the entire truth. Being in love with a werewolf was hard when you had to come up with clever ways to avoid the truth while not telling outright lies that would give you away. 

“Derek, we have to stop in the next town, this blizzard isn’t ending and some of us wouldn’t live through a crash. This wouldn’t be a problem if someone hadn’t insisted on using the Camaro instead of beautiful Roscoe, who has 4-wheel drive and could survive through anything.” Stiles said. He looked away and fiddled with the GPS instead of getting caught staring in eyes with colors in a pattern to rival kaleidoscopes.

“Stiles, the heat in your jeep broke before we had to go and we couldn’t waste any time staying in another pack’s territory just to get it fixed, if it could even be fixed that day. Boyd said he’d fix the damn thing for free if we left it so stop complaining about leaving it behind.” Derek said, briefly turning his head to Stiles and then looking back at the road. The snow was only getting worse and even werewolf reflexes wouldn’t help him drive if he couldn’t see a damn thing.

“My baby was just acting up for attention since you keep refusing to let me take us somewhere with it for a change.” Stiles said. They had hit the city limits and there were no other cars to speak of on the road, even a couple of street lights had gone out, everyone else already taking shelter to avoid the snowstorm. They get close to their temporary destination, only a minute or two at most.

“The last time I was in that thing, I was bleeding out to death and that’s the only way you’re getting me in that deathtrap ever again.”

“Roscoe is not a deathtrap; you just have no sense of taste. Turn right there, it’s the only decent inn in town according to the reviews I’m finding on my phone and we’re going to be stuck here overnight at least, maybe all of tomorrow too.”

Derek slowed to a crawl as he looked for a spot to park in the inn’s parking lot.  “Fine but I’m paying. The last time I let you pay for something, you kept complaining about it for the next three weeks.” He saw what was probably the only available spot and pulled the car in. They both took their seatbelts off, Stiles flailing a little because he slipped a little and his one hand ended up on Derek’s leg, too close to his thigh for Stiles’ heartrate. Derek stiffened and Stiles moved his hand away fast, willing the blush to stay away from his face.

“Maybe if you had paid attention to the damn movie I wouldn’t have felt ripped off. Why did you even go with me to see that terrible werewolf movie if you weren’t going to pay attention to it?” Stiles said, keeping up the argument to distract from the slipup. “I thought it offended your werewolfy sensibilities to see how badly people see your kind and that you refused to see any more after the pack bad horror movie night.” 

Derek moved quickly to get out of the car, Stiles following after, both with small bags full of essentials for the night, as they braved the snow to the entrance of the inn. Derek was silent on the walk, letting the conversation drop hard instead of respond. Garish lights proclaimed it the Full-Moon Inn, Stiles turning with a quip begging to be said only for Derek to cover his mouth with his hand. “Not a word, Stiles. Make one comment on this and I’ll bury you in the snow myself.”

Stiles licked Derek’s hand causing him to grimace and pull it back. “Who, me? Don’t be such a sourwolf, I’d never make a comment about the werewolf in a inn called Full Moon.” Derek glowered at that, opening the inn door a little harder than necessary. 

He stomped to the front, Stiles following behind and said to the receptionist, “We’ll take two rooms for the night.”

“I’m sorry sir, we only have one room right now. We have a bunch of travelers staying here because of the storm and it is only good luck we even have the one still available. Will that be okay with you two?” The receptionist said. Looking between Derek with his serial killer impression on point and Stiles fidgeting away, the woman looked doubtful that it would be fine.

“We’ll take it.” Stiles chimed in to save the girl from Derek. “Come on, big guy,” Stiles patted Derek’s arm, lingering a second longer than necessary because he’s only human and anyone would so who could blame him.  “Let’s get up to room and sleep. Trying to sleep in the Camaro is hell on my neck and a bed will be good for a change after this past week.” Stiles leaned his head away from Derek to crack it, a simple black mark on display with Derek staring at it like he usually does. Stiles wanted to know where Derek’s mark would be but that isn’t something you could just ask. The girl handed over the key to room 7 to Stiles, Derek pulling his wallet out to pay quickly to a sly grin from the receptionist before retreating after Stiles. 

The duo made their way to the room, getting in with Stiles tossing his bag on the floor. “I claim first shower. I’ve got to reek by now after going without so long, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude. And you don’t smell that bad.” Derek said, walking to the bed and taking out a pair of pajama pants and a toothbrush. “Make sure to brush your teeth, your breath stinks like your nasty lacrosse gear after you practice with Scott.” Stiles gives him a dirty look at that before he closes the door behind him as an end to that conversation. Derek reads a book and then takes his turn in the shower, coming out with only a pair of pajama pants on. Stiles stares for a moment, then shakes himself and turns to face the bed instead of Derek.

“So…” Stiles begins and stops. 

“We can share it, it’s not any different from pack nights.” Derek looks a little unsure, still staring at the bed as Stiles gets under the covers on one side of the bed.

“From the puppy piles?” Stiles settles finally with a small sigh, relaxing into the comfortable bed.

“Stiles, stop calling them that.”  Derek grumps at Stiles.

“Never, sourwolf. Now hop into the bed and turn the light off while you are at it.” The two settle in for the night, both keeping strictly to their side. The rustle of clothes, change in breathing and rustle of more hair than is human tells Stiles that Derek had shifted into a wolf, probably to get as close as possible to the puppy piles back home as possible. It slightly hurt to think he would never sleep with him as a human but that was an old pain by now as sleep took him at that final thought.

Morning comes and Stiles feels a line of heat along his back and across his chest. He sighs and huddles a little more into the heat before a thought sparks in his head that this isn’t right. A quick inhale sounds next to his head before he feels a pair of lips gently kiss his neck, right on a mark that has laid dormant all his life. Most people had been born with such a mark somewhere and it never activates, never strikes so hard to the very soul of a person, that resonance of another soul that matches yours. People said it only works with soulmates in love and Stiles’ parents had been like that, his dad’s mark on his right hand and his mom’s mark on her shoulder. That is also something not right, he and Derek aren’t together and while he’s been pining away for years, Derek has never shown the same as far as Stiles has seen. Yet that small kiss kicked his heart into overdrive because of the brief flash, waking the werewolf up the rest of the way and to realize what he had just done. He bolted out of the bed, standing and fidgets a little, looking nervous but hopeful at the same time, something Stiles had seen only a couple times through the years. He keeps starting to open his mouth, only to close it again. After this routine for a couple of seconds, he makes a run for it to the bathroom but Stiles grabs his hand before he can get away. “What was that, Derek? I won’t let you run away without an answer. I’ve been pining away for years now and only find out now that you care that much?”

Derek takes the time to pull on his sweatpants, Stiles doesn’t know if he should mourn the loss of the sight of naked Derek or be thankful because that’s insanely distracting when they need to be having a serious conversation. Derek and feelings are already a risky mix, adding in him smelling just how hot Stiles finds him isn’t going to help things out. 

“At first, you were too young.” Derek looks pained as he says that, the specter of Kate haunting him still to this day. He’s grown since then, the summer spent searching for Erica and Boyd (and subsequent rescue) was when Stiles realized how Kate had done what she had done and felt sick for days after that realization. It had taken the following years to finally get Derek to at least lower his burden of guilt for days at a time instead of hold tight to it every day. “Then it was never the right time and I thought you had a thing for that one new guy.”

“Josh? He’s a friend from college, Derek. He could never have competed with you and he wouldn’t be interested in me.” Stiles said.

“Given how he smelled around you, he was interested.” Derek’s lips curved down, his entire face darkening at the thought.

“Awww, no need to get jealous. You’ve always been the wolf for me. Now when did you fall in love, sappywolf, because that’s what it is if the mark flashed like that? Enough stalling about other people, I’m going to get that answer no matter what. It’s just a question of how long you can stand me annoying you to find out the answer.”

“You’re always annoying, Stiles.”

“Still annoyed my way into your heart, now give it up, Derek.”

“…That summer we were looking for Erica and Boyd.” Derek shifted uncomfortably.

“All the way back then?” Stiles eyes were wide open, mouth hanging open a little unattractively. 

“Yes.” Derek crossed his arms in front of him with his answer.

“Damn, it took me a little longer to give up on denying it was just a crush. How long do we have this room for?” Stiles shook himself from his surprise, eyebrows waggling at the question.

“Til tomorrow.”

“Perfect, now get your furry ass over here because I have been wanting to climb you like a tree for years and now can do so, as long as you are okay with it because consent is very important and sexy and I don’t want to ignore…”

Derek interrupted before Stiles could wind himself up with anxiety. “It’s more than okay, Stiles. I’m ready for that too.”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Young Wolf, pt. 9

Summary: Shawn and Y/N finally face the Volturi after their last night together.

Warnings: implied smut, swearing, talk of violence

Word Count: 2.2k

Young Wolf - Series Masterlist (Twilight AU)

Birds chirping, waves crashing on the rocks and leafs dancing in the wind. Shawn could hear the sounds before he opened his eyes. Knowing once his eyes are open reality would set in, he wanted to dream for as long as possible. That’s when the future seemed bright. That’s when he could see her smile in a thousand different places he’d never been to, feel the touch of her lips on his skin as it set his body aflame and hear her melodious giggles whenever he made himself look like a fool just to hear that symphony.

After making love to her, Shawn could feel her kisses grew more urgent, passionate than the first time. Their connection had become more than just an emotional tether, but an actual physical need to satisfy. Imprinting meant finding your soulmate and he wasn’t a believer before she walked into his life. Now he couldn’t imagine life without her.

Feeling a lack of cold by his side, Shawn forced himself to open his eyes and rejoin the land of the living once more. He propped himself up on his elbows, wincing when a rock dug itself into his skin in the process. Craning his neck, he found what he had been missing only ten feet away, standing on the edge of a cliff he used to jump from with his pack brothers.

He watched the wind ruffle her long Y/H/C hair, swaying with the slightest of breeze. She looked to be deep in thought, staring ahead at the unpredictable ocean before her, her eyes stained with a soft orange glow instead of the blood red he had gotten so used to. Her lips pressed together, arms crossed over her chest, almost none of her clothes to cover up her skin - a true sight to wake up to. Especially when the sun had awaken as well, casting its rays without shame, bathing Y/N with them until Shawn found it hard to breathe.

Every ray of sun reflected on her skin formed a glow alike precious metals and diamonds do. Jacob once called that a reminder of what they are, vicious killers with fangs sharp as diamonds - true face of evil as a species. Shawn found it to be quite the opposite. He found her spark reflecting all the good in her heart - the purity of her soul just as the whitest snow. He thought it to be captivating, a gift sent from above.

Wanting to be near her, he shuffled toward the cliff and wrapped his arms around her waist on instinct. He rest his chin on her shoulder, tilting his head until his lips brushed her sweet spot and she leaned into him with a soft smile.

When they first started to grow closer, he’d find the cold of her skin almost unbearable but now he’s insatiable. He needs the icy cool she provides, making him feel human again.

“Are you scared?” Shawn asks quietly, knowing today would be the day of reckoning.

“No.” She responds, closing her eyes. And she meant it. There was no fear for her safety, only him. She only wanted him to be safe. More than anything.

“I’m fucking terrified.” Shawn admits to his fearless love, not interested in playing macho in a situation where he had everything to lose. He never wanted to be dishonest, knowing she deserved better. She deserved him to be an open book.

“I know. But I won’t let anything happen to you.” She turns in his embrace, planting her palms against his chest, slowly moving them up to rest them on his tensed shoulders.

“That’s what scares me the most.” Shawn licks his lips, his eyebrows creasing under a loose curl of his hair. Y/N knew he needed reassurance, but she couldn’t give him any. She couldn’t promise a positive outcome. Regardless what the Volturi decide to do, she had made her decision beforehand. Her heart drowning in love for this young wolf had decided to do whatever is needed to make sure not a single lock of his curly hair is out of place by nightfall.

“You die, I die. It’s that simple. Don’t do anything reckless.” Shawn pleads, his heart pounding so strongly he could barely hear himself think. All he could see is the indecisive look in her eyes, the twitching in the corner of her lips that stopped her from speaking lies. She respects him too much to lie to him now.

“I know. Which is why I’ll make sure we don’t die. I don’t care what has to happen, but we will find a way. I mean, a werewolf imprinted on a vampire?! That has to mean something in the long run.” They both knew she’s just trying to make sense of a situation that will never make sense. Either way, they were content with accepting their fate, knowing whatever it may be, they will share it - live or die, they’ll do it together.

“C’mon. It’s time to go back.” Shawn whispers reluctantly, sliding his hand down her arm until it clasps her smaller one in his hold. He walked with her to the nearest hideaway in need of shorts, continuing their walk back home the old fashioned way - walking hand in hand, talking about the future Shawn saw in the moment he imprinted, what he thought the future for them may be.

But as they arrived at the house, their talk had to end. Seeing five cloaked vampires with the Cullens and the wolves lurking about, they knew it was time to face their destiny.

For better or worse.

Y/N stepped in front of Shawn, as if to shield him from their bloodthirsty eyes. She looked neutral to the naked eye, completely normal and unbothered by Volturi’s presence, but anyone who knew her, truly knew her, would know she’s fighting the urge to scream at the top of her lungs.

“Running a little late, are we?” A blonde cloaked figure speaks as her hood falls, venom in her voice just as it’s in her veins. It doesn’t rattle Y/N, rather annoys her as she clicks her tongue and joins her family across from the deadly vampires with Shawn right beside her.

“I wasn’t aware we had an appointment. Make sure to check with my secretary next time, okay?” Y/N sassed back, knowing her snark won’t exactly put her in a benevolent position with the blonde.

It couldn’t really hurt her either, could it? Not anymore.

Shawn’s heart jumped when his imprint let her mouth run wild, feeling as if she’s lost her mind and is actively provoking the Volturi to attack. He wanted nothing more than to shift and make himself a wall between his Y/N and the blonde, but he knew it wouldn’t be an option without beginning a battle they’re trying to avoid. He has heard the stories about Volturi vampires, knowing their smaller numbers didn’t really give the Cullens an advantage.

“Hmm. Cute.” The man beside the blond smiled, no genuine emotion behind the gesture or the words as he stepped closer to Y/N. It made Shawn’s skin crawl, his composure slowly disappearing.

“I’d like to see what else that mouth can do.” The vampire spoke again, this time forcing Shawn to swallow thickly and breathe deeply in order to stop himself from acting out. He wanted nothing more than to do so - rip this pretty bloodsucker bit by bit until there was nothing left of him to burn. But he couldn’t.

“Come closer and you just might.” Y/N sneered, faking a smile that could stop any beating heart should she wish it.

“What is it that you want?” Carlisle steps in, figuratively and literally for he stood between Y/N and the vampire like a shield.

“Aro wanted to see why would the Cullen family relocate back here.” The blonde said with disdain, glancing at the house with disgust.

“We’ve had a new member join us and there’s not much temptation in Forks.” Carlisle replied, diplomatic as ever.

“Oh, I know.” The blonde looked back at Y/N, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly at the riled up vampire who clearly had an attachment to the wolf beside her.

“Alec and I have been wondering if there’s anything special we should know about her?” She emphasized the word special as if she knew the truth already. Y/N quickly realized who stands before her; Jane and Alec - the twins with very special gifts and they’re not shy in using them on unsuspecting victims.

Y/N felt easier knowing Bella’s with them, protecting them with her shield abilities. It meant Shawn is a little bit safer than he’d be if they were on their own. That alone was a weight off her stone cold heart. All she ever wanted was for him to be safe and happy. She hoped to be that for him, but she did the opposite. She’s why he’s in danger in the first place. It ate away at her, but she couldn’t let the guilt overwhelm her. Instead, it served as a motivator. Guilt, fear, love - all of them are perfect motivation in doing what seemed impossible.

“Perhaps Felix here will help you remember?” Jane raised an eyebrow, smirking at a quiet Carlisle as the rest of Cullens glanced at each other, exchanging a worry palpable in the air as the atmosphere shifted, growing thick and uncomfortably strained.

“That won’t be necessary.” Y/N looked to the large guard coming closer, moving forward herself.

She had practiced it the entire night, pulling on that loose thread inside her she didn’t realize belonged to a gift of her own. It took every ounce of mental strength she possessed, every part of her being had to be involved. Her brain, her body, the very flesh and bone had begun to ache with the strain she put on herself.

The Volturi sent started to frown, looking at her pained expression in slight worry of what she might do. Until the frown on their face changed to amusement when nothing happened. Instead, they started to laugh, the guards clapping like Y/N just put on the best show they’ve ever witnessed.

Shawn reached for her, grabbing a hold of her hand and intertwining their fingers. Upon their touch, Shawn knew something’s happening. Her skin was not as cold as it usually is, rather warm like his. For whatever reason he could think of, they are the same temperature now and it helped him regain some of his composure once more.

“I suppose it won’t.” Jane smiled, happy with the result. She cocked her head to the side, exchanging a satisfied look with her twin before looking back to Y/N and her wolf, but her eyes no longer held any amusement.

As each of the Cullens moved aside, surprised themselves with what they’re seeing, Y/N smirked this time around. She allowed herself to be surrounded by cougars, looking back at the treeline to see bears, stags, actual wolves staring at them. She looked to the ground, finding snakes, lizards, insects gathering. She looked to the sky, finding flocks of various birds flying above their heads.

And then she looked to Jane.

“No, I suppose it won’t.” The victorious undertone made her sound cheery and self-satisfaction in every line of her face was enough to force Jane’s mouth to turn into a thin line.

“Aro will find this very interesting.” Jane spoke through gritted teeth, probably wondering if she could hurt the insufferable girl before her without Bella stepping in or the animals reacting in the process.

“I’m sure he knows better than to allow his little minions to threaten me or the clan. Vampires are strong, but not even vampires can fight off the entire world’s fauna.” Y/N states, her hand giving Shawn’s a light squeeze. It isn’t meant as reassurance for him, rather strength to keep herself afloat. Using her power at this scale after just discovering it is draining her and the laser focus it needs to keep up the show is almost impossible to hold for long.

“He would like us to be friends, not enemies. Would he not?” Y/N raised her eyebrows, expecting a response fitting her plan. She had no intention of dying today, but should it come to that, Y/N wanted to make sure the Volturi didn’t live either.

“Of course.” Jane faked a smile, barely uttering the words needed to end the meeting. Glancing at the group as a whole, Jane and the guards slowly moved back, finding their path blocked.

“Would you mind?” Jane forced herself to keep the polite tone, waiting for Y/N to clear the road for them to leave.

Nodding, Y/N ordered the animals to move, but to follow them to the border. She wanted to make sure they knew of her power and that she would not bow to their requests if they make any. She’d see it through, for all their sake.

Watching the Volturi take off, running in the speed of light, Y/N followed them through the eyes of those now devoted to her. She watched them leave Forks, Washington and only then did she return to the warm embrace Shawn had provided.

Only then did her focus slip and only then did she collapse.

“Y/N?” Shawn whispered in shock, his eyes widening as the pain she had been holding back hit him full force. The pain took over every cell in his body until he struggled to stand, until he almost dropped his imprint.

“Baby?” He winced, shaking her lightly in hopes of seeing her looking back at him.

“What is happening?!” Shawn shouted, noticing Carlisle take Y/N from him which only made the pain worse, blinding him until darkness took over.

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[bts-d-onut]

Promise

(photo from pinterest)

Plot: Some relationships are just not meant to be the same. But even so, people find it hard to let go of those relationships

so they make a promise for their next life. Pairings: Min YoonGi x reader Contains: Angst. Curses. Could it be considered a happy ending tho? *** She was Yoongi's childhood friend. They grew up together, shared secrets, went to school together and made tons of promises with each other.

"You'll play with me tomorrow too, right?" 6 year old you sniffled, holding a bear close to your chest.

"But we have classes tomorrow." Your friend ,whom you're saying goodbye to, little Yoongi, said. The young boy's statement brought more tears to your eyes. Seeing this, little Yoongi panicked. "W-We'll play tomorrow! During class breaks, we can play."

"Will Ms. Choi let us play?"

"Yes, I'll ask her."

"Promise?" You held out your hand, your pinky sticking out. Yoongi gladly hooked his own pinky with yours, silently saying that a promise is made.

"Promise." Liking his reply, you giggled and clapped you hands.

"Okay! See you tomorrow, Yoongi-ah!"

They waved each other goodbye and happily went back to their own houses, excited for the time they will spend again with each other tomorrow.

***

They spent their elementary and middle school days together. Yoongi fought her bullies and (Name) happily supports him with his ambition with music. Every break they would meet outside the classroom and go to the music room together. He plays the piano and she sings for him. It continued on until they were in high school.

And everytime they finish a song, Yoongi patiently waits for her reaction.

"That was so good, Yoongi!" You said, with a smile on your face. Yoongi gives you a smile of his own.

"It wasn't just me. You did well too."

"I am so looking forward for our performance!" Yoongi fell silent and you realized what you just said. "It's fine to be nervous, Yoongi."

The boy sighed, pulling the fallboard down to cover the piano keys. "It's not just about being nervous. I've never performed in front of other people. Other than you. And the teachers can't even make me play unless you're there."

"I'm here, Yoongi. I'll be there too. I'll be performing with you, I'll sing for you." The young boy looks at you and smiles, meaning that what you said managed to calm him down. "We will do good. Fighting!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

***

It never occurred to her that she'd have feelings for him. She treated him like a sibling and he did the same. She thought she was fine like that. That is until she realized, they weren't just going to stay like that.

[Well? Is your club activity over?]

"Yeah, I'm going home now." You were already packing your things when you heard the rumble of thunder outside. "What? It's raining?"

[Hm? Ah yeah. You didn't notice?]

"No..."

[...You don't have an umbrella.]

"You got me." You heard some sort of shuffling sound in the background. "Yoongi?"

[Stay there.] He hung up and you were left looking at your phone, an eyebrow raised in confusion. You looked outside the window of the club room. The rain was pouring hard and it doesn't look like it's going to end soon. Sighing, you decided to just run through the rain.

'I could probably reach some sort of shelter near. The school's gate will close soon.' You thought and made your way to the school front, running towards the gate.

"aaa fuck you, rain." You grumbled. The weather must have not liked what you said because the rain poured harder.

"REALLY?!"

There weren't so many places to take shelter around, so you decided to just stand there. Not knowing what to do next, since you're already wet from the rain.

"What the hell am I doing?"

"Hey you idiot! (Name), you fucking idiot! Come over here!" You turned around to see a familiar face running towards you, an umbrella in hand. You stayed still despite what he said. Yoongi reached you and smacked the back of your head. "I told you to just stay in school! Look at you! If you get sick, no one will take care of you."

"...right. Sorry 'bout that." Yoongi sighed and pulled you, so that the both of you are under the umbrella he brought.

"Take it off." He said, referring to your school blazer.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not naked under that so don't feel like you're being asked to strip naked. Your shirt probably isn't too wet." He takes his jacket off. "Hurry up."

Doing just as what you were told to, you looked at Yoongi. Did he run? His place isn't very far from school but it's not near either. Did he come here just so you wouldn't get wet?

"Here." He handed you his jacket and you wore it, feeling much warmer.

"Thanks, Yoongi." You say. "But I could still catch a cold since I already got wet. I think I'll have to stay in at home. Should I call mom?"

"You have me, dumbass."

"But--"

"Let's just go."

The girl did catch a cold the next day and like what her friend said, she have him. He took care of her the whole day despite saying that no one will take care of her if she got sick and also complaining that he has to babysit her. (Name) would reply with a laugh and that's enough for him to smile.

***

"I like you, (Name)."

... "Sure, I like you too, that's why we're friends, Yoons." You chuckled. "Come on, you've been saying that all day! What's wrong with you?"

Yoongi deadpans at you. He seriously can't believe the reactions you gave him all the time he says that he likes you.

'I like me too' 'Liar. You like Kumamon more.' 'Is that your way of making me pay for lunch?'

Right now, he's just so done with it. 

"You know what? Fuck this." Yoongi throws his hands in the air, giving up. That's when you went to a full-blown laughter.

This made the boy groan at you, realizing what you were doing. He grabbed a pillow from your bed and threw it at you, hitting you in the face.

"Just say you like me too! Goddammit!"

You finally calmed down and looked him in the eye.

"I like you too, Min Yoongi~" He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you, inhaling the scent he grew to love.

"You won't change your mind, right?" "Of course, I promise."

They were 20 when it became official. They were happy.

***

She was there since he was a child. She was there when he was just starting to play piano and write music. She was his pillar. His support.

He loves her and she loves him too.

"This...This is just not working." Yoongi said, exasperatedly. The two of you were at the cafe he brought you to on your 25th birthday. You both sat there silently until he spoke up.

You were happy. You're relationship was fine until these last months. The place you shared was just full of yelling, sarcasm and pain. You fight, make up and fight again. It has been a while since the two of shared a bed together. He was in his studio, ignoring the pain on his back and neck from always sleeping on his chair. And there never seem to be a time that your pillow doesn't have a mark of the tears you cried the night before.

Mornings were cold and quiet. You avoid each others gaze. Evenings were much worse. You come home early to see no one at home and he arrives late, seeing you already asleep.

"...I know." You agreed. He didn't know what to feel. Should he feel relieved that you agreed and that you feel the same way?

Or was he hurt because you feel the same way? "Is this it?"

He looked at you. He didn't thought of break up. He just didn't know what to do. But the moment you mentioned it, he told himself, 'Would that solve it?' You hold no emotion on your face, even your eyes seems empty. Was it because of him?

He wanted to ask if you want it to be that. But different words came out of his mouth.

"Do you still love me?"

"I...I still love you, Yoon. But..."

"It's different." He answered for you. You both shared a small smile. "It's hard to fall out of love, huh?"

"I guess. You're still the best Yoons, you're still my soulmate." You said.

"But it's just not enough, right?"

"I--no, it's not like that, Yoons." You try to explain but Yoongi held your hand on the table.

"It's fine. You're an amazing person, and girlfriend. But maybe it's just not for us. It just..." Pausing, he chuckled and pulled back his hand. "It's kind of disappointing to let go of the 5 years we've had."

"We had 25 years together. We were together since we were babies." Both of you fell silent. You were both hesitating to end this, but you already said something to each other. 

"We were fine. But I guess some things aren't just made to be like that." He stood up and your gaze followed him. "Maybe on our next life, we could make it right."

"Promise?" You held out your pinky.

"Promise." And he hooked his to yours.

***

You watched as the priest announces them husband and wife. It would've been you on her place but you were happy for him. You had a tight smile on your face, ignoring the throbbing feeling in your chest. His eyes fell on you and he felt his heart ache. Maybe there was still something for you.

But it would be reserved for your next life. Just as you both promised.

"I'll look forward to that, Yoons. After all you promised me."

It wasn’t sure but at least you had something to hold onto, until the next time you see him.

-Donut 

ps. ah my heart hurts

[halinski]

Feb 15. The Day After

My... Post-valentine's day fic! I'm super late and I'm super sorry but honestly I didn't think I would be finishing this at all so... Success!!! It's not my best work but this is for a few wonderful people who prompted me, aka

@vibranivmheart

@princecharmingwinks

@c0tt0nstar

@my-son-is-dating-a-werewolf

@sherwhoharryhungerfan

Thank you so much for this, it got me writing and made me feel good about writing!

And also this is for my darling @lokiofasgcrd bc it's her birthday today in her time zone!!!! ❤️ (And I have nothing else for her yet, I feel awfulllll but pssst go wish her a happy birthday!)

It's still the 15th here soooo still the day after so this totally works. Enjoy!

It was a tattoo. That was what Derek had always told everyone. A tattoo to remember his family with - and what he'd done to them. Truth be told, while it still served that purpose - weighing on his shoulder blades like the end of the world - the rest was a lie. The triskele just so happened to be his family's emblem but also, it was his soulmate mark. Appearing in his 18th year of life like an itch, Laura had been the first to notice it, touching his back with trembling fingers and a soft sob. They'd both had the same thought - or at least Derek was convinced - that it was a confirmation of his damnation. He wasn't meant to have a soulmate. His family was his love and he'd killed them.

He'd convinced himself of it. Derek Hale had no soulmate. When he said that people wouldn't believe him at first - everyone had a soulmate - but when they saw his bare chest, arms and back (beside the curved black lines) the disbelieving looks would turn into ones of pity. Birthmarks weren't usually so bold and dark and defined. Oh, poor Derek Hale, fated to be all alone in this world. Yeah, he was. So what? Derek made sure to come off as rough on the edges as he felt so they would think he deserved it and left him alone.

Of course, there was one person who never seemed to get the message. A certain someone who always loved crawling back under Derek's skin no matter how many times he pushed him away. He practically never left.

Derek fully expected Stiles to be behind the door when he opened it, but he'd been so focused on his sugary vanilla scent that he hadn't even noticed Lydia's. Hers was the first face he saw when he opened the door. Then behind her, Stiles.

Stiles and his gorgeous honeydew eyes that pulled him in for eternity and the trails of stardust on his skin.

Stiles.

Stiles, whose gaze dropped down to Derek's bare torso and quickly was averted but not before those cheeks bloomed up in pink oh so deliciously.

Stiles.

Derek had to tear his eyes away from the male at his doorstep and back to the redheaded banshee who was less gentle on Derek, looking him up and down with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest defensively. When she had asked when he would he back from his run, he hadn't expected her to come over right away.

"What are you doing here?" Derek pressed out, sounding more hostile than he had intended, even to his own ears. He saw Stiles flinch, and a bitter coating, like blood, settling on his tongue.

"Hot and sweaty. Just how we like our men, huh?" Lydia said, nudging Stiles with a chuckle and completely ignoring Derek as she slipped past him.

"I um... ," Stiles let out a cough and hesitated on following her, eyes flitting around, only meeting Derek's for a fraction of a second - almost as if he was scared. Derek could smell the anxiety wafting off him. The bitter taste weighed heavier.

Derek turned away.

"What do you want?" He asked, trying to focus on Lydia who was making herself at home in his kitchen, rooting the cupboards. But Stiles' heartbeat was the only thing that rang through his ears, every small jump in it alerting Derek to danger - even if the only dangerous thing in proximity was Derek. It drove him crazy sometimes. All the bouncing off the walls, the back and forth, the rise and fall of his emotions. Stiles was… a whirlwind. An endless source of energy, of life. Strong enough to reignite Derek's will to live. And that was saying something.

Anyway- Lydia.

“Oh, you know," the girl closed the cupboard and turned around again, her hair cascading over her shoulder. Not that she had actually done anything with the cupboards, or whatever was in them. Pacing forward dramatically, Lydia placed her palms on the granite counter of the island. And smiled. "I had an idea."

Stiles let out a heavy breath from behind Derek and Derek could only agree with his quiet murmur of, "oh boy."

"You know what day it is today, right?" Lydia asked.

“...Thursday."

“Lydia rolled her eyes. "Not the day of the week, idiot."

Derek frowned. Idiot was his word to use. Usually with Stiles, whose heart beat right now sped up. Derek refused to turn around to check on him.

"It's the 14th," Derek stated, crossing his arms.

“Exactly!" Lydia beamed successfully. "February 14th, aka, Cupid's day." Derek didn't need the reminder. The hearts and pink and red and chocolates had been all over the place for weeks. It's why Derek had been spending more time indoors.

“See, we're all busy today-”

"Lydia," came Stiles soft protest.

“But Stiles here was yapping my ear off about being lonely and all alone on this special day-"

"I never said that!" Stiles burst out somewhere in the background but Lydia carried on undeterred.

"So, of course, I'm calling the gang together to organize a little something. We're going to whip up something quick and sweet for the both of you," Lydia said matter-of-factly.

Derek raised an eyebrow. He was almost afraid to ask. "What does this have to do with me?"

“You deserve something special?, too. Plus, you're free today, so you can keep poor lonely Stiles' company."

“I have things to do," Derek protested, giving her a pointed look. "It's just another day. I don't believe in a commercialized holiday geared towards heteronormativity and capitalism."

“Yeah! What he said!" Stiles followed up. "Derek, I swear, I didn't-"

"See, this is why you two should spend the day together. You're perfect for each other," Lydia said. "You're going to have a lot to talk about." She folded her hands and smiled like she had already won.

Derek kept his face schooled and shook his head. "I don't know what you're up to and I don't care either," he told her. "I'm going to go shower."

Without sparing a glance at the bewildered Stiles, Derek turned and left the room, immediately heading into the bathroom. He went to the shower knob immediately and turned the water on. That didn't drown the voices from the kitchen out though.

“Lydia, what the fuck!"

"I'm just helping you out, what's the big deal?"

“The big deal? The big deal! You're putting both Derek and me in a really awkward position here. We both already know we're like the 7th and 8th wheel in the pack and that we're the only ones left. I don't need you pushing him into any uncomfortable situations. Who knows what Valentine's Day reminds him of..."

“Well, then, it's time to make new memories."

“Lyds, this is stupid. Me and him? That'll absolutely never happen."

“It absolutely could!"

“He doesn't like me like that. And if you can't see that maybe you don't deserve the fields medal in the near future because- because it's obvious. Derek... barely tolerates me."

And Derek doesn't. He can't like Stiles like that. He absolutely does not. Derek Hale isn't made for love, he reminds himself as he leans his forehead against the cold tile, wishing it could numb his brain.

*********

When Derek left the bathroom, Stiles was still there. Sitting on the kitchen counter on his own. He choked on the smoothie he was drinking when Derek walked by.

"I uh... H-hi," Stiles sputtered. Derek appreciated that Stiles averted his gaze from Derek's half-nude form. There was only a towel around his hips shielding him from complete humiliation. Not that Derek technically minded being naked, even in front of people. He just didn't appreciate the sexualization, the objectification.

Whatever Stiles thought he felt for Derek it was probably just that; hormones and physical attraction. It made Derek's facial expression hardened, pulling up the walls around him and challenging the situation.

Stiles' heartbeat clearly sped up as Derek walked over, grabbing a cup and filling it with tap water to drink. Stiles didn't turn to follow Derek's movements but the little droplets sliding from Derek's hair still struck his skin icily.

"Lydia... Made us these, I guess," Stiles said, passing his smoothies from one hand to the next, rolling it between his palms. Derek was ready to watch it slip and fall and shatter. Maybe he was ready to jump over and catch it. He didn't want to think about it. But he did look over to the second serving of the smoothie. Banana and strawberry. His favorite.

"She also, um, took my car keys, so... I'm kind of stuck... Here," Stiles added, clearing his voice. He finally looked up when Derek walked over to grab the second smoothie. But he also kept his gaze on Derek's face, as if calculating, trying to read the silent werewolf's thoughts.

"I didn't plan this," he continued.

It wasn't a lie.

"I mean, Valentine's Day is bullshit, like you said. Why should I feel any different than any other day?" Stiles looked away as he said this. looked down into the pink smoothie that had a strawberry cut out of a heart on top of it. it was... not totally a lie. Stiles was too good at words sometimes for Derek to be able to tell what it meant.

Obviously, the silence from Derek was awkward, because Stiles twitched and shifted on the counter, one leg rhythmically tapping against its side. But Derek didn't know what to say. Couldn't talk, tongue tied.

It was any other day.

“Did you know that Valentine's day-"

"Stiles, you can stay. I don't care," Derek told him as he turned to go to him room so he could get dressed. The words felt wrong in his mouth but it didn't hit Derek until he saw Stiles' shoulders slump just before he left his sight.

"Yeah... Okay," came the quiet reply from behind him. ****

Stiles was acting considerably more normal now that Derek had a shirt back on. Derek wished he could say the same about himself but he really couldn't tell anymore what his own normal was. His perception of himself was kind of skewed. It happened sometimes when your first girlfriend died in your arms, then you get abused by an older woman who kills almost your whole family as a teen, and then your uncle goes crazy and kills your sister so you have to kill your uncle, while taking care of a bunch of teenagers, some of who are freshly bitten. Sometimes Derek wasn't sure he knew left from right anymore.

But right now, Stiles was in his living room, sitting on the couch with Derek's laptop and telling by his soft chuckles listening to something funny and that was calming enough. Though- considering it was Stiles he could also be laughing at something that was not actually average person funny.

Unfortunately, this moment of normalcy, where Derek could revel in the soft content didn't last very long. Stiles looked up only a moment after Derek stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms and training his eyes on the door. He could hear a car pull up downstairs

“It’s the pizza,” Derek guessed uncomfortably, immediately reintroducing the tension into the room. Stiles quickly put up a hopeful grin.

“I mean, can you really say no to free pizza?” he asked, giving Derek a pointed look.

Derek sighed. There was no way he could argue about just how ridiculous this was without bringing up what he didn’t want to talk about, aka the pack’s painfully obvious attempts to try and get the two of them together. Shortly after Lydia had left, Erica and Boyd had appeared, bringing a bunch of chocolates and some rom-com with them, ordered pizza and then pretended a reservation they had been waiting for cleared up all of a sudden. Derek had been able to hear there was no one on the other end of that phone call. He wasn’t an idiot. The one thing he had missed was that one of them had stolen the keys to the camaro as well, so that Stiles actually was stuck here. With Derek. With free pizza and chocolates and a movie. It was turning out to be a date if they wanted it to be or not.

When Derek returned back upstairs with the giant pizza box, Stiles had put the laptop away and was standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

“You know, I can leave if you really want me to. I can walk home, it’s not that far. And the pizza, well, it’s not like I can’t order some for myself. You said you have things to do but now you’re just hanging out around here with me but we’re still both doing our own thing and I-” Stiles started but Derek wasn’t going to have him ranting his way out into the cool evening to walk all the way home. He walked past him to set the pizza down.

“I told you, I don’t mind,” Derek said.

“That doesn’t mean you actually want me here,” Stiles pointed out. “I’m totally invading your free time and private space-”

“You’re not walking home.” And before Stiles could open his mouth again, Derek shook his head. “I didn’t actually have anything to do today, I just…”

“You didn’t want anyone bothering you,” Stiles guessed, another wave of unhappiness, discomfort or something, running through him, strong enough for Derek to feel.

“It’s not-” Derek started to argue, but what was he going to say? Was he going to blurt out all his feelings about how he couldn’t have Stiles even if he wanted to? How he might actually yearn for some closeness and warmth and comfort from another person? How he wondered if Stiles had a mark - he had to have it. Everyone had a soulmark and Stiles was 19 by this point. Just, Derek hadn’t seen anything. No one had said anything. Stiles usually wore long sleeves. There was still no way. Stiles had a soulmark and a soulmate that wasn’t Derek. Because Derek didn’t have a soulmate.

And even without that, would it even make sense? He was the Alpha, Stiles was the emissary… that’s just not what their relationship was supposed to be. It was strictly business- well, pack too but. His mother didn’t date Deaton, did she? That would just be weird.

No soulmates.

“It’s not you,” Derek then said, trying to convince himself of it. Stiles wasn’t his soulmate.

“Derek, you really don’t have to-”

“I just… it’s the whole soulmates crap, you know?” he said, without looking over at Stiles, running off to the kitchen to get them plates, napkins and drinks. He continued when he came back, settling down on the couch. “It’s all everyone talks about ever, and then today… literally nothing else in the universe exists. It just gets kinda old when you don’t have a soulmate yourself.”

Derek busied himself with opening the pizza, stopping short when he was faced with a semi-heart shaped blob of grease. He glanced over at the other male, only to find Stiles staring off into the distance with a frown.

“Yeah, no, I get that,” Stiles muttered, a hand rubbing over his chest. A chest, within which a heartbeat made a few extra skips. “I mean, soulmates? Can the universe decide for you who you’re supposed to be with? Unconditional love with random people. That doesn’t happen. Only with family is that a thing. Like my dad. I could kill someone and he’d probably love me.”

Derek refrained from pointing out that new families would start out with couples. He tore his gaze away from Stiles’ red shirt.

“That’s because you wouldn’t kill without reason,” Derek said simply, handing over a plate with a piece of the pizza. Stiles stared at him curiously and Derek didn’t try to figure out what for.

“It’s meat lover’s,” he pointed out about the heart shaped atrocity before him. And Stiles snorted at the irony- because yeah, it was just fucking hilarious-  but he didn’t address what was supposed to be going on here.

The bitter taste in Derek’s mouth returned.

****

It happened when Stiles was changing for bed, Derek having given him some spare clothes to sleep in. No need to organize to get back home at this point, Derek had said. And he could just sleep on the couch, Stiles had added with a shrug. It had gotten late anyway. They had ended up watching the movie as they sat on opposite sides of the couch awkwardly, a ghostly cool vacancy occupying the third seat between them.

But now, Derek was the one with the wild beating heart, rooted to the ground like he had been struck by lightning, his breath catching in his throat.

By the time Stiles had lowered the shirt down over his head and could see Derek again, Derek was gone.

In his room, Derek stood unsure at the side of his bed, trying to stop his thoughts from racing.

It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. He’d seen wrong, he was dreaming. He… The press of claws into his palm pricked and stung and Derek exhaled.

He knew what he had seen, the soft brown moles, splattered over Stiles’ breastbone, grouped together closely to form a swirling mark. A clear mark. Three swirls. A triskele to match the charred coal one on Derek’s back.

**********

Naturally, Derek couldn’t sleep. Here Valentine’s Day had come and passed, he’d found out Stiles had a mark that looked just like his own and yet he had done nothing. He lay in bed, limbs heavy with panic and fear, but mind racing with the need to act.

Because Stiles.

Maybe Stiles could actually be his. And just that possibility made it feel impossible to be here without him. It wasn’t right. It was…

He had to do something.

Stiles himself had been tossing and turning on the couch. It wasn’t a comfortable couch, Derek had told him that right away.

Derek stood.

“Stiles,” he said, popping up at the doorway. “Take the bed.”

Stiles turned to him. “I’m not going to steal your bed from you.”

“We can both fit.”

“But- it’s your bed… and my scent-”

“You’re keeping me up.” Derek was glad that Stiles’ didn’t share the same powers of playing lie detector.

“Oh.”

After a minute or so, Stiles rose, and lifted the blanket with him at first, than stopped- before deciding to take it with him after all. He sheepishly walked past Derek into the bedroom. He halted before getting on the bed.

“Are you-”

“Get in the bed, Stiles.”

“You know I never thought I would be hearing that from you, concerning your bed,” Stiles said as he obeyed, shuffling under the covers.

Derek couldn’t tell what he was actually smelling and what was just wishful thinking.

“Shut up, Stiles. Or there won’t be any cuddling.”

Stiles coughed. There was definitely a flourish of emotion drifting over from Stiles as Derek settled between the sheets again. A scent that was exciting and comforting at the same time. Like an adventure leading home. Derek fought himself not to lie on his side and face Stiles. He turned the other way and closed his eyes. It was comforting to find that he was unbothered by the fact that Stiles could stab him in the back while Derek was unprotected, but he trusted him not to.

“Asshole,” Stiles said softly. His voice was fond.

Derek smiled.

*******

He felt the pull first, before he woke. Then the warmth, vibrating through him, from the middle of his back, along his shoulders, around his waist. And… Stiles. It was his scent, his body pressed against his, a grounding arm holding him close.

Derek let his eyes drift open into the early morning haze. He could feel Stiles' soft skin beneath his fingertips and he looked down at the arm that kept him safe. It had been half an eternity since he'd felt so whole, so unbroken.

It took him a while to understand the warm, fulfilling feeling but the revelation soon sank into his bones with a guest of happiness. He was anchored. Through Stiles' heartbeat, through his triskele-adorned chest, through to Derek's marked back and enstrengthened spine, all the way through to his heart.

And Derek knew this was where he meant to be, safe and protected by Stiles, his trusted and loyal emissary, his mate.

****

Derek was still in the kitchen when Stiles started to stir. His heartbeat tripped over itself as he tried to hurry to but the cinnamon toast together, nicely presented on Derek's finest plate (though in an amateur way).

"Come on, come on," he urged the coffee machine, as if he would succumb to his pleading, while he shifted on his feet and glanced toward the bedroom. Fresh cinnamon toast, two mugs of coffee, and the chocolates that Derek grabbed from the bag Erica had brought soon adorned a tray Derek had surprisingly found in his kitchen. And he reminded himself to walk slowly and calmly as to not spill anything. Despite what Stiles believed werewolves were not exempt from clumsiness. Derek had broken glasses and a vase or two, plus a window once, in his time.

To say he was nervous about confronting Stiles after their impromptu unconscious nightly cuddle session was an understatement. Probably because what he was getting at was that they might be mates- were mates.

Oh boy, this was going to be a ride. But life was always a rollercoaster of surprises with Stiles. Good thing Derek liked rollercoasters.

He took a breath and entered the room, drawing Stiles' attention from the phone he was checking on the bedside table. Stiles sat up in surprise.

"Is that… you made me… breakfast in bed?" He asked, mouth hanging open.

Derek shrugged as best as he could and smiled sheepishly. Stiles' mouth fell open wider.

"Happy Valentine's day?" He tried, miming the writing on the heart-shaped box of chocolates, setting down the try on Stiles' lap and anxiously clasping his hands together behind his back.

"It's not Valentine's day," Stiles pointed out, gaping at the display in front of him before turning his stare at Derek again.

Derek could feel not only his ears but also his cheeks starting to burn.

"Well, I fucked up that opportunity yesterday so I'm hoping to make up for it today… Happy day after Valentine's day?"

"Wha… why?" Derek could see Stiles' Adam's apple work, could see the hope in his eyes, sense his fear. He sat down on the bed at Stiles' side.

"Because I've been an idiot," Derek sighed. He grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off, showing Stiles the black spiraled design he knew so well. "It's not a tattoo."

Derek was too afraid to look at Stiles but could hear the soft exhale that came from the other male when he understood. A second later, there was a soft touch, triggering an exploding warmth from the center of Derek's back, a tingling shudder running through him.

"It's your soulmark," Stiles whispered and Derek looked up to meet his eyes in confirmation, feeling the connection spreading as Stiles' palm settled against his skin.

"I have… it's," he started, then pulled away as he struggled to dispose of his own shirt.

"I know," Derek said softly, gaze falling onto the soft dotted triskele on Stiles' chest. He followed the rising blush up to Stiles' face. "I saw it last night."

Stiles' lips quirked up.

"That's why the whole bed and breakfast in bed thing," he said cheekily. "You're wooing me."

Derek really should have expected for Stiles to find amusement in this. No matter that they were mates and Derek just wanted to treat him nice.

"It's working," he countered with his own smirk. "You took your shirt off for me." Stiles huffed and crossed his arms as if to shield himself from Derek's gaze.

"You took your shirt off first."

"Yeah, but you've never taken your shirt off in front of anyone else." Derek could only hope Stiles could hear the appreciation in his voice, because he knew his emissary despite all his cuteness - and tremendous power - was horribly self-conscious. No matter the mask he put up.

The food and coffee hadn't been touched yet, both of their interests elsewhere, so Derek moved the tray to the side and scooted closer. Stiles watched him, shifting forward  as he did so, hands falling into  his lap. Derek reached over to take one of them lightly, cradling it in both of his, and it was almost like he could feel Stiles' happiness flutter through to him.

Stiles' scent spiked with nervousness as Derek's gaze fell to the soft curve of his lips.

"I'm going to kiss you now," Derek declared, "but only if you want me to." Stiles was nodding before Derek had even finished his sentence. "Yes. Yes, I want you to."

It wasn't fireworks and lightning when their lips met but all pieces fell into place and life's puzzle was solved and solidified. Derek could have stayed there forever, gazing into Stiles' eyes, feeling his soft breath against his lips, that still tingled. Talk about post-kiss bliss.

But of course, the pack always had to find a way to get involved. A knock rang out a few seconds before the loft door rolled open with a squeak and Isaac's voice rang out.

"Hello? We uh- we haven't heard from either of you so the pack made me check in and see if… if, uh.."

"We're busy, Isaac," Derek said with an unhappy grunt.

"Don't kill me, I drew the short straw! And you know how scary Erica can be!"

"Isaac," Stiles interjected loudly. "I'm about to lay down that wood. And I don't care if you're here to hear it or not so…"

Derek covered his face and groaned, while Isaac squawked and tripped out the door again. Stiles just laughed. Derek waited till Isaac's quiet cursing was out of ear shot before he looked up again.

"I'll have you know that you're not getting in my pants on the first date," he told Stiles, who continued chuckling.

"Bummer," he replied offhandedly, but his eyes spoke only of happiness. "How about another kiss."

"Mh, that's still pretty demanding." Derek pulled a face and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I don't know how wooed I am just yet, you know," Stiles warned Derek.

"Give me a day and then let's talk."

Stiles hummed appreciatively. "One day. Then there'll be evaluations. You've got one chance, Sourwolf. Pass or Fail. This is the test."

"You're so ridiculous," Derek complained, while a smile tugged at his lips.

"Hm. I'm not sure I like the sound of that. That'll be ten minus points on the record. You don't woo people by insulting them. Now that's just science."

"Shut up so I can woo you."

"Minus 20 points! This is not a good development. Not at all. You know you were doing good with offering the bed and then presenting br-"

Derek saw no other choice but to occupy Stiles' mouth with another kiss, this one longer, still gentle, but with more feeling. Stiles looked dazed when he pulled back.back.

"50 plus points," Stiles said quietly, cheeks blooming.

"Aaaand open up," Derek said, guiding a piece of cinnamon toast to Stiles' lips, who gladly took a bite of the bread.

He chewed and swallowed, beaming, like the sun to Derek's moon that he was.

"I should call you cheesewolf," Stiles teased. "You're so cheesy."

Derek let him take another bite before he retaliated. "Just looking for ways to shut you up," he said innocently.

Stiles nudged him with a playful glare. "Asshole," he muttered, mouth full.

"Idiot," Derek said fondly.

"You're a total romantic at heart. You're a secret cuddler. Cuddled with me all of last night even though you said you wouldn't."

Derek snorted. "That's just because you were being clingy." That was a total lie and he couldn't look Stiles in the eyes for it.

"Nah," Stiles said offhandedly, a thoughtful look forming on his face as he grabbed Derek's hand to intertwine their fingers. "It's because you belong in my arms."

And yeah, Derek had finally found home again.

[bittysvalentines]

I’ll Talk Bromance (if I can get it)

From: @leftwinglibrarian

To: @redneterp

Rating: Teen. Tags - Holsom, friends to lovers, mutual pining, Valentine's Day, canon-typical language

A message to your recipient - Happy Valentine's Day @redneterp! I loved getting your request, because it was almost exactly like the one I'd submitted! I felt like the world just needs more Holsom content, so that's what I went with. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for giving me the chance to write something for this pairing I love so much!

“HOLSTER? ARE YOU WEARING A TIE OR ..” Ransom’s query is cut off by the sound of the doorbell. “Shit. CAN ONE OF YOU GUYS GET THAT?”

Apparently not, if the repeated ringing interspersed with door knocking is any indication. Ransom would grab it but he’s still standing there shirtless, which seems OK for the Haus but somehow not for Haus 2.0. Maybe this is the moment he achieves actual adulthood, he muses to himself as he grabs a dark red V-neck sweater from his drawer and pulls it on as he heads to the door.

“On my way, just one sec!” he calls out to the maniac who seems intent on knocking down their door.

He finally gets his sweater on, muttering under his breath about the uselessness of his roommates. Honestly, what is the point of living with four other people? Can’t one of them help out a guy who doesn’t want to answer the door half naked? Though to be fair, Shitty and Lardo aren’t home, because they are spending the holiday at a romantic B&B in Rockport. They both made a big deal about how they were staying “ironically” but Rans and Holster aren’t buying it. And their other roommate spends all of her time either out of the house or holed up in her room, so Rans hasn’t actually seen her in … well, it’s been a while. And Holster … 

Holster is standing at the front door holding a bouquet of red roses and a giant heart-shaped box of chocolates.

“What the hell Holtzy?”

“And a Happy Valentine’s Day to you as well, Justin. May I come in?”

“Dude, you live here. What are you doing?”

“I am being a gentleman and picking up my date,” Holster says, brushing past him. “Are you ready?”

“Again, why are you picking me up? WE LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER.”

“Bro, can’t a bro do bromance right and pick up his Brolentine’s Day date in style?”

“Brolentine’s????”

“OK, I concede that ‘Galentine’s’ works better, but I feel like you are focusing too much on the details here and missing the spirit of this holiday. Are you ready for the most Bromantic evening of your life?”

“Sure Leslie Knope,” Ransom says with a smile, glancing down at his outfit. “If you think this is OK? Wasn’t sure how dressed up we needed to get.”

“Looks great, I’m about the same,” Holster says, gesturing down to his dark jeans and a navy blue half-zip sweater. “I’m gonna grab a vase for these while you get your shoes on.”

“Wait, are we doing gifts now? Hang on,” Ransom jogs back to his room. Holster may think he’s gone all out, but two can play at this game.

Which … it started out as a game, but it’s gotten a little intense, or at least it feels that way to Ransom. It had all started a few weeks ago when the group chat started talking about Valentine’s Day. That’s when Shitty had brought up their “ironic” V-Day plans, and Jack was being super cagey, so chances are he’s got something pretty epic planned. Ransom and Holster were the only ones without real plans, since he and March had finally called it quits a few months ago after trying the long-distance thing. Holster hasn’t really dated anyone more than casually for, well ... he’s always been more into hookups than relationships. But then so has Ransom, since the breakup, so who is he to talk?

The team had resorted to those chirps that have started to make Ransom blush a bit, about how the two of them are soulmates and will have an epic Palentine’s Day, etc. And of course they had to do it when Holster had just been on a “How I Met Your Mother” kick that lead to him posting at least 17 different “Challenge Accepted” memes. That combined with his always ardent love for Leslie Knope was enough to get Holster swearing that this was going to be the most epic Galentine’s Day - or, apparently, Brolentine’s -  either of them had ever experienced.

Somehow the evening had morphed from beer, pizza and Mario Kart to actual PLANS, with Holster taking on dinner and Rans in charge of the activity. Of course Shitty’s encouragement to “fuck heteronormativity, two bros can celebrate their love” had only upped the ante, and now Holster was picking him up even though they still live together and bringing him gifts … At least Holster won’t win that one.

Ransom returns to the living room where Holster has managed to find something to serve as a vase and hands him a red gift bag, complete with heart-covered tissue paper.

“Rans, are these HIS AND HIS BOXER BRIEFS? ‘Swawesome. We are totes wearing these and doing some snuggling later.”

“Sure bro, of course,” Ransom says, ducking to tie his shoe and hide his blush. That was of course what he’d been planning when he ordered them, but hearing Holster say it, well. It’s just A LOT.

Honestly, ALL of Ransoms feelings about Holster have been a lot lately. He’s always thought his best friend was handsome and funny and talented and basically just the best person ever, but since things started going south with March, those feelings have somehow morphed into something more. He finds himself noticing how Holster’s singing in the shower sets the tone for his day, or how much he misses living in each other’s pockets now that they have separate bedrooms and work in different departments at the consulting firm. Or how perfect Holster’s arms and shoulders are and wondering what they’d feel like boxing him in against the bed as Holster looms over him. And that’s not how you are supposed to feel about your best bro. So Ransom will endure this night of flowers and chocolates and fake hand holding, and he’ll stay chill, and their friendship will be fine.

He stands up to find Holster holding the door.

“My lord, your chariot awaits.”

That earns an eye roll from Ransom as he heads to the door to grab the bag full of cold weather gear he’s packed for their activity, but he lets Holster hold the door and they pile into the car, headed out for the mystery dinner Holster has planned.

Turns out Holster did a pretty damn good job. He might end up winning this thing. Not that there is an actual winner or anything, but fondue was a boss choice. Anything that features the words “beer cheese” is going to be amazing. But served with a nice Chianti, because they are grownups and this is romantic. Still, turns out beer cheese is incredible on pretty much everything, from apples to shrimp to steak tips to the piece of baguette Holster is holding out to him across the table.

“Oh my God, Rans, you have to try this. This is my new favorite combination of carbs and cheese. It is the best thing in my life besides your smiling face.”

“Whoa, dramatic much, Holtz? Besides, you say that about pretty much every combination of carbs and cheese,” Ransom jokes, trying not to let Holster’s hyperbolic talk set his heart racing. He is your best friend, that’s IT.

“I really mean it this time. And if you don’t shut the fuck up and eat it right now and allow even one precious drop of this delicious perfection to escape I will never forgive you.”

They exchange a smile with their eyes as Ransom opens his mouth and allows Holster to feed him, because bromance. He starts to chew and can’t help but let out a moan. He’s already so full but he’s going to have to eat at least a full loaf of bread now because that was fucking delicious.

He opens his eyes to find Holster with a weird look on his face, one Ransom can’t quite interpret. It disappears instantly when Holster realizes Rans is back with him, and they continue on, scraping the bottom of the fondue pot to get every last bit of the melty cheese.

They move on to dessert, Ransom allowing Holster to feed him a brownie bite covered in chocolate and returning the favor with a bit of cheesecake. Ransom could sit here all night, eating delicious food and listening to Holster talk, using his hands to gesture wildly. Ransom probably shouldn’t find it so endearing, especially since he almost hit that waitress who was carrying a full fondue pot, but he lets himself enjoy the moment. The check has come and gone and their feet are casually touching under the table. Holster’s hair looks golden in the dim lighting of the restaurant. The Boston skyline twinkles in the background, and this truly is the best Valentine’s Day Ransom can remember spending.

He’s brought back to reality by a high-pitched squeal and someone yelling “Yes! Oh my god, Tom! Yes!” All heads in the restaurant turn to see the newly engaged couple kiss, earning cheers from the crowd. It’s enough to break the spell.

“So, you ready to head out?”

“Oh dude. I literally can’t imagine doing anything other than going home and lying around in front of the TV with my pants unbuttoned while I digest. Please tell me you aren’t making us go to one of those trampoline places or something.”

“Nope. You killed it at dinner, but now it’s my turn.”

They head to the car and bundle up, Ransom handing out hand warmers before shouldering the remaining items in the bag. He’s glad the restaurant isn’t too far away, since parking in Boston is hell on a good day, and tonight is sure to be even worse.

“Do I get to see what’s in the bag?” Holster asks as they head out to walk the few blocks. It’s cold, but not too bad, and clear — a perfect winter night.

“Nope, it would spoil the surprise,” Ransom says, pulling the bag a little tighter. “You’ll guess it soon, probably before we get there.”

He does start throwing out a few guesses as they near Boston Common (“Dude, is there some special V-Day Freedom Trail thing? Do you think I’m Jack Zimmermann?”), but it’s not until they can actually see the Frog Pond that Holster realizes what the night has in store.

“Skating? That is some next level bromance, taking it back to the place we first met. Can’t believe I didn’t see this coming.”

And that … may have been exactly what Ransom was thinking, but it seems incredibly cheesy now that they’re here. He’s seriously having second thoughts about this plan. Plus the hordes of couples holding hands and the fairy lights strung through the trees are making this infinitely more romantic than any of the places they have skated. He and Holster have shared so many cellies, helmet kisses and bear hugs on the ice, but being surrounded by couples holding hands on a sheet of ice — which will always mean Holster, no matter where it might be — well, that might just be too much.

“It’s super cheesy, bro. I’m sorry. We can bail and go home and binge something, it’s fine. I just … I thought it would be funny if we came here ironically or whatever, you know?” Ransom can tell he’s not sounding convincing, especially to Holster, who knows him too well. But he’s looking around the pond instead of at Ransom, and doesn’t seem to mind the level of schmaltz surrounding them.

“Ironcially? Hell no. This is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. We are totally doing this. Did you bring our skates? Because I am not putting my foot in some stanky rental.”

Ransom’s feeling reassured enough to feign shock at the very idea of getting rentals, and they lace up and pay the fee before taking to the pond, doing lazy loops that remind Justin of the early days of their friendship, lazily passing pucks back and forth as they stayed after practice talking for hours, discovering all they had in common.

It must be weighing on Holster’s mind as well, because he speaks up voice low where he’s skating too close to Ransom, hedged in by all the other couples on the ice.

“Did you ever think we’d be here? That first day we met?”

“I mean, not exactly,” and something in the air is making Ransom’s breath come a little faster and convincing him to be more vulnerable than he thinks is actually a good idea. “But I figured out pretty early on that you were someone I wanted to be a part of my life for a long time.”

“I knew. That day,” Holster says, still quiet in a way he rarely gets that lets Ransom know these moments are to be treasured. “I just like, we met and I just KNEW that you were going to be important to me.”

Ransom realizes that they’ve slowed down and are leaning into one another, so close they are breathing each other’s air. Which, it’s not like that’s anything new for them, but this feels somehow different. The frosty air seems charged, thick between them. Ransom is just starting to question whether Holster might be feeling the same, when someone slams into him from behind, sending him crashing into Holster’s strong arms. It’s only due to Holster’s height and strength that they don’t go crashing down.

“WATCH OUT, ASSHOLE!” Holster yells over his shoulder, as he helps steady Ransom. “What a dick. Can you believe that guy? You OK?”

Luckily the shove was enough to shatter the moment, and Ransom has recovered his wits along with his balance.

“Bro, I’m good. Thanks though,” he gives Holster a soft punch on the arm, shouting after him. “YOU COULD DO BETTER MISS. I MEAN REALLY, YOU COULD DO SO MUCH BETTER.”

They start skating again, laughing together, best bros once again in a sea of lovers, when Holster’s face lights up.

“Dude, you are so buying me hot chocolate.”

“Are you even serious right now? Do you realize how much chocolate we just ate?”

“Feel the bromance in the air, Justin. That calls for some fucking hot chocolate and snuggling.”

So Ransom forks over the money for hot chocolate (least he could do, after Holster shelled out big time for dinner), and they sit down on a bench, sitting close and quiet the way they normally only do at home in front of the TV or after they’ve been drinking. That’s happening less and less these days, with separate bedrooms and no kegsters to get them schwasted and keep Ransom from climbing up to the top bunk.

The cocoa is too hot to drink, and the rink is getting even more crowded, so they pack up their skates and sip as they walk back to the car, the talk going in a million directions just like it always does, able to follow one another’s mental leaps in a way that wouldn’t make sense to most people. They get in the car and and head home, but instead of pulling in the back, Holster parks out on the street.

“Can I walk you to the door?” Holster asks, turning to look at Ransom.

“Holster. YOU. LIVE. HERE.”

“I know. But can’t a bro try to treat his bro right after an epic V-Day?”

“Sure,” Ransom sighs and thunks his head back on the rest as Holster gets out of the car. “Bros for life, right?”

Holster is still playing the game and comes around to open Ransom’s door which is next level, even for him. They walk up to the door in silence, Ransom struggling to control his emotions. He’s your best friend. Don’t fuck this up. He tries to shake it off and find the joviality from earlier in the evening, which he can tell is a mistake as soon as he opens his mouth. But even as he’s telling himself to shut the fuck up, he hears the words coming out.

“So, does this mean I get a goodnight kiss?” he tries for a laugh but it sounds strangled, and Holster is being silent and Holster isn’t laughing, why isn’t he laughing?

Ransom realizes Holster has stopped walking and he turns back to find him looking absolutely shattered. Does Holster know? Did he take this too far?

“Rans, I … I can’t do this, OK?”

“Holster, what … what do you mean? I’m sorry, OK? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t joke about that shit. I just … it was a stupid thing to say, OK?” he moves to pull Holster into a hug, and for the first time Ransom can remember, Holster pulls away.

“I didn’t realize you knew. I’m sorry. I’ll drive up to Samwell and crash there for the night, and we can figure it out tomorrow.” Holster won’t look at him, and he starts to shuffle back to the car, and he just looks so small and miserable and Holster should never feel that way and it’s Ransom who made him look like that.

“Adam, no. It was my fault, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he calls after him, grabbing Holster’s arm and turning him around so they are face to face. “I just … I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” Holster is looking at him incredulously. “Dude, I’m … Justin. I’m in love with you.”

Ransom can’t help the gasp that escapes from his lips. He feels himself sway a bit, feels the panic rise. This is what he’s been wanting for so long, including Holster’s strong arms wrapping around him, but Holster is still talking to him, soothing, holding him close but rubbing his back to calm the panic attack he can tell Ransom is trying to fight off.

“I love you, but I just can’t do this again. After we made out that time sophomore year, I just … Rans, that almost killed me. I just can’t do it again. And you deserve better than a creepy roommate who is mooning over you, so I can move out. I still want to be your friend, but I understand if you don’t want that.”

Ransom is still trying to get himself under control, and words are a struggle.

“I … I want. I wanted tonight to be real.”

“Justin … please,” and he’s cold as Holster is pulling slightly away, looking at Ransom with the saddest eyes Ransom has ever seen. “Please don’t say that when you don’t mean it. It hurts too much.”

“No, Holster … Adam, I. I’ve wanted it for a while now. It’s part of why I broke it off with March. I just … I thought it was just me.”

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

“No. No, I wouldn’t. Holster, I would never …” Ransom still can’t think of the right words to fix this, to let Holster know how he feels, so he does the only thing he can think of and pulls him into a kiss.

Holster is tense at first, surprised, but as Ransom keeps kissing him, trying to express what panic isn’t letting him say, he feels Holster relax into it, his arms sliding up to hold Ransom and opening his mouth to let the kiss deepen. Ransom is unsure how long it lasts, could be seconds, also seems like years, and they pull apart breathless, foreheads resting together, gulping down the cold air.

“So,” Holster says, still a bit breathless as his arms slide down to take Ransom’s hands in his. “You’re telling me that we have basically been pining away for each other for MONTHS now?”

“Uh, I guess so,” Ransom can feel himself beaming, panic sliding away as he lets himself realize that this moment is actually happening. “Should have told you, we missed so much time.”

“Bro, we still have time,” Holster says, pulling their joined hands up to his mouth and cupping them to his face, turning to kiss Ransom’s palm. “What do you say we turn this into a real Valentine’s Day?”

“Dude, only if we put on our matching boxers.”

“We can put them on, I’m just not promising they’ll stay on,” Holster says, wagging his eyebrows as he unlocks the door and they tumble inside, kissing as they move down the hallway.

Ransom loves him so fucking much.

“Hey Holster? I love you, too.”

“Bro. ‘Swawesome. Me too, obvs. Now, the big question … your room, or mine?”

Ransom drags Holster after him, wondering if it’s too soon to make one room “theirs.”