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chuuulip · 3 years

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Another Earth

Pairing: August Walker (werewolf) x Female Reader (red ridding hood)

Warning: 18+, PWP, Oral (M and F receiving), Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Slightly ABO Universe, Rough Sex

Words: 7434

Summary: After a failed attempt to sign up for the Halloween haunted house to meet your Superman, the last minute ticket turned your night upside down as you were stuck in another earth.

A/N: Unbeta! Any grammar mistake will be on me. Divider by me 😆 This is for @jtargaryen18 Halloween challenge, and I’m pretty late! Sorry for that life has been busy xD I still have another one in progress (the Andy barber one) and hopefully can post it soon! Thanks to @navybrat817 and @venusdemonroe for giving me the idea for this story and help me discuss what a werewolf August Walker would do in this lol. Actually I wanted to mention a lot....of things but I guess it would be too much for a one shot lil but anyway Happy reading!!!

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This year's Halloween event was mental. Several big haunted houses are hosted by celebrities. To name a few, there's an Avengers Tower haunted house, The Hall of Justice League, The X-Mansion, and even Walking Dead one.

You knew it wasn't easy. All of them have a huge fandom. The ticket was sold out immediately when it was open for sale, like 3 months before Halloween, and you were terribly upset. You were whining for a month straight to your boyfriend. Or more like your sugar daddy. He was patient and wealthy, but he knew he can't satisfy you enough, so he usually did everything he could for you. But that time, you just have none of it. The relationship, if you could ever say that, fell out immediately because you were unreasonable.

You really wanted to go to The Hall of Justice League and maybe meet Clark Kent. The obsession started because he always visited your dream and mostly engaged in the steamiest dream ever. It's been your wildest dream, really, to have that body blanketed yours, in a really not innocent way.

Just one day before Halloween, you finally secured one ticket for The Hall of Justice League haunted house. Of course, the first thing you did was scream. You had been on their waiting list since the ticket sold out, but you really lost hope since last week. But now, you celebrate it with a bit of a jump and constant scream.

"What the fuck?" Your only housemate barged into your bedroom. Face annoyed.

You stopped your silly jumps and looked at your housemate. With a broad smile, you hug your housemate and shake her body, "I got it! I got the ticket for The Hall of Justice League haunted house! Can you believe that?"

The redhead hugged you, and both of you jumped in a circle. "Oh my gosh...I can't believe it! Congrats!!! I really hope you will meet your Kryptonite." she gave you her suggestive smirk.

"I mean...a girl can only hope. But this is a charity event. I don't think he will be available. What if it's all a decoy and I only meet his wax figure?" you pouted at your friend.

"Well, at least you have the opportunity to see it yourself. But remember, behave, young lady, don't let him if he's there, I mean, witness your brattiness."

"Aye...aye Captain!" you giggled but immediately gave your housemate a military saluted.

That night you dreamed of those big blue eyes and his firm, fantastic arms on yours.

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Dress in your red riding hood costume, you patiently sat in the backseat of the Uber car. Well, maybe a little bit impatient, since it's already 11pm.

Everything just went down the hill since morning. You can't seem to find your Poison Ivy costume. Not to mention that you were late for work that morning. Your boss was a bitch since she seems annoyed at you every time the male employee or investor became too friendly with you.

Who can blame you? You were just good at acting all cute to them, and it's not your fault that they mostly thought you were a cute little employee.

You check your wrist. The expensive rose gold watch from your ex sugar daddy elegantly pointed at 11.30 pm. You sighed, "do you know how long I will arrive at my destination? It will close soon."

"Hopefully, in 10 minutes. Dunno why it's jam-packed." Said the Uber driver.

You huffed in exasperation, but there's nothing you can do. You arrived very last minute, like 15 minutes before the haunted house closed. Wearing black stiletto boots, you carefully made a small run into the stairs. The booth was stationed to the far left of the building.

"Good night, little red riding hood; you are lucky because we are almost closed. Can I see your ticket, please?" A man dressed as Edwar Scissorhands greeted you at the far left of the building.

You fished out your smartphone from your small basket bag and showed him your barcode. He scanned it and looked at the monitor in front of him. "Hmm, here for a kryptonite, aren't you." He eyed you up and down and smirked at you. "I hope you have a spooky night, little girl."

You smile at him and sashay your way to the entrance. Apparently, they makeover a warehouse into a vast real-life Justice League Hall. Like in the comic. A white half-circle exterior completed with two giant pillars at each side imitated the picture you only seen in comic books. It looks so magnificent.

You entered the door after you scanned your barcode at the scanner next to it. The whooshing noises startle you a bit, but you were too excited and step in immediately.

The inside was bright with a black marble flooring that shone bright; you even can see your reflection. There's a different section of the silvery door like in most sci-fi, alien invasion movies. So futuristic, so clinical.

You darted your eyes and found where you needed to go. A small rectangle monitor with a very digital clock font in it showed you 'Krypton' words. Without hesitation, you did a little run and waited in front of it. The small rectangle monitored turned to green, and it shone. It startled you, but you let out a sigh of relief when it just scanned your body from your head to toe.

"So much for a haunted house." You muttered.

When the door opened, you stepped in. It was a glass elevator. You circled your eyes and found everything was dark. When the elevator ran, bringing you down several floors, the surrounding changed.

Once, the darkness engulfed you like you were being shipped to the deep ocean, but it changed dramatically. Your eyes darted in awe as you drank on the scenery. The scenery of what you would call the imitation of Planet Krypton. So beautiful yet so harsh.

When the elevator stopped, the ding noise pulled you to the present. With excitement, you grabbed your smartphone and took several pictures of the scenery. It was just so surreal that a haunted house would make something like this. But you remember how expensive the ticket was.

"This three grant haunted house better give me a chance to fuck a real-life Clark Kent." you cackled.

There's a weird tower with a green light on top of it. You assumed some futuristic objects were supposed to be 'kryptonite' as it floated sparsely in most parts of the supposed Krypton. A bit further, you could see a white crystal-like triangle building. Oddly enough, it reminded you of the Louvre Pyramid. This one just full of crystal-like pillars crisscrossed it.

Didn't want to waste your time, you decided what path you should choose. It wasn't easy. Your stiletto pierced to the weird substrate like mud but also crystal-like as if it's ice. Carefully, you mind your footing while again stayed alert. There's this odd feeling of being watched. But you reminded yourself that you were in a haunted house, so it's understandable.

You let out a loud scream when suddenly a mummy appeared behind one of the floated crystals. "Holy shit, I didn't see that coming." you try to slow down your breath as you clutched the white ruffle shirt under your red corset.

When you feel that you can walk again, you try to do it faster. Several times it looks like the Krypton had shifted in its light as if the sun rose and shone, but the next five minutes, it set. Made the scenery look like it was illuminated by the crystal alone, like a lamp.

When many ghost-like mannequins showed up, it got scarier and scarier, and you immediately lowered your hood to shield you from some view. Your eyes perked up when you finally saw the path to the Fortress of Solitude. It was more like an icy bridge with a dark pond surrounding it.

As your right foot stepped onto the bridge, a loud noise of a clock surprised you. It struck once and counted until it stopped at the twelfth. It was so loud it's voice echoed. You can even feel it under the sole of your boots.

Stunned for a moment, your mind suddenly set on alert mode when the water from both ponds on each side of the bridge rippled. A dinosaur-like head appeared from both ponds. It has a single protruding horn. It opened its mouth and let out a loud growl. A blast of wind came out of it like a thunderstorm. It has sharp teeth like sharks that you assumed could quickly rip your body apart if it sank on yours.

"Holy shit. This is— this is a joke, right? It's not real?" Body trembled in fear; you ran your life out to the Fortress of Solitude. The monsters crawled up out of the water. Its slithered movement mimicked a snake, but it didn't have any problem crawling up without things to latch on.

You screamed as both of the monsters chased you. Run as fast as your legs allow you. This haunted house event might be too much for you. When you can see an oval object that looks like it can be a big mirror or a huge door, your gloved palms immediately bang on it. "Open the door!" You screamed. When the door finally opened, the two snake-like monsters that chased you suddenly disappeared.

"Oh— oh my god. Oh my god…," you chanted as you let yourself drop down on the floor.

"I see you finally make it."

Your face turned to the left. In front of you, stood up tall and proud, Clark Kent with his superman costume. He's just so big. If you compared your tiny body to him, you definitely, nothing.

You replied to Superman's bright smile with a scowl. Slowly you got up from the floor and cleaned your skirt. "Isn't that just too much? What if I fell to the pond? I can't swim, you know?"

He seems surprised, "apologized my lady. It was something the organizer will handle. I don't think they mean any harm."

"Yeah...yeah… right." you walked closer to the hero and already fished out your mobile phone. "So… what did I need to do now I meet you, Superman?"

"Hmm… most attendants ask for pictures. Some of them spent time just talking with me. Since you are the last one, you can take as many pictures as you like and of course. If you have any questions about my protection for the earth, I will gladly answer it." The tone in his voice was more soft than authoritative.

Think of not sabotaging your Halloween any longer; you tried to forgive the silliness of the whole new level of scary from this haunted house. It's hard not to show off your brattiness in this kind of situation. Still, you reminded yourself that he was someone you weren't familiar with—practically a stranger.

Gave him a sweet smile, you took several pictures with him. At one time, you tried to bat your eyelashes at him and asked for a picture where you sat on his lap. You spent a solid 15 minutes talking to the handsome alien. Your fingers touched his biceps here and there. You knew that he knew what you were implying, but he didn't refuse you either. At least not blatantly.

"I apologized, my dear, but I think it's already time." Superman gently put you back on your feet. You gave him an upset face, but you knew it's time to go home. You bid the handsome man goodbye and sneaked a kiss on his cheeks. There's a twinge of pink on his cheeks, and you jump triumphantly at that reaction. Of course, behind his back.

Following the word of 'exit' behind the piles of the crystal-like shape props, you opened the door. The scenery in front of you caught you off guard. The harshed white tundra scenery was replaced by now dark, almost jungly like one. Unconsciously you stepped back and turned your body to come back to the exit door. How shocked you were when it vanished. Disappear without a trace.

As far as your eyes could see, it's only darkness and mist. Only the full moon aided your visions. The exhalation of your breath came out like a plume of white steam. It's definitely colder here than the fake Krypton one. The cold air seeped into your skin quickly as if you were actually in the deep of a forest.

With a loud sigh, you walk straight. You tumbled and fell down on your knees as your boots got caught with something: either roots or a massive branch.

Tired and frightened, you screamed loudly. You weren't sure if this was the continuation of the haunted house or not, but what you want right now just to be back in your apartment and soaked in a warm, relaxing bath.

"Get me out of here!" you yelled again. There's a lot of sounds as if a lot of people stepping on branches. A screeching sound of an owl surprised you, but you tried to follow its direction with your ears.

There's no way you will wait here and do nothing. Oh...my phone! You fished out your smartphone, but it showed no signal. "Shit!." you muttered.

The sounds from a far away crept closed, and you knew it. "You can do it! There's nothing more frightening than that monster snake." tried to encourage yourself; you stood up and slowly navigated. You followed the noises that now closer, like an animalistic growl. It was so intense you can feel all the goosebumps rise up your skin.

You weren't sure how long you have been walking, but you stopped suddenly when there's not only a pair but like 7 pairs of reddish eyes glowed in the dark.

"Come here, little lamb. Don't follow that voice." a vaguely familiar voice distracted you from stepping forward.

"Who the fuck are you, and why you get in my way just now." your voice came out hoarse. There's a twinge of fear in it, and you knew it. You felt like backed down wasn't the best option you had right now.

"I said, come here, or else I can't even save you when they get you."

You stilled as if you didn't hear him talking to you. "Wasn't this still one of the tricks from the haunted house? To let the people scramble in fear?"

"Are you out of your mind? Come here right now, or I left you to death. They will either rip you apart or play your body like a ragdoll before one of them eats you."

You screamed in horror as one pair of red eyes slowly came out. It's huge. Almost four feet of canine shook its fur.

You were hyperventilating right now. Body rooted to the ground as you were surrendered. Welcoming your fate.

"Fuck!"

You heard a curse from behind your back. Maybe the stranger gave up and left you alone to be eaten by the wolves.

The scrunched sound of leaves crushed was loud. Suddenly you felt strong arms hauled you upside down.

Your eyes faced the skin of someone's back. You craned your neck a little bit to get a better view of the wolf. Screamed escaped your lips when you saw not only one but all of them, in a pack, chased both of you.

"Stay still." The stranger yelled.

Did the best thing to not get thrown out by his weird, fast speed, you secured your thumbs in his belt loops. He ran, escaped the pack inside the deep of what looked like a pine forest.

You weren't sure how long you ran with him, but you felt that he's finally slowed down.

When the thud thud sound reached your ears, you opened your eyes and saw that the stranger walked up a stair.

You felt nauseated when he suddenly put you to sit on something that was apparently a countertop. The rushes of blood that circulated through your body made you regain your sense of surroundings.

"Where am I?" you didn't mean to add an ungrateful tone in your sentence, but it was too late.

The stranger eyed you like you were some sort of ungrateful bitch, which maybe you are. "At my cabin," he said flatly.

You haven't had time to look at him in the forest, but now, under the actual lighting inside his house, what you saw might instantly make you drooled, which you already did right now. Stand up in front of you, a shirtless beefy tall man that's definitely more than six feet tall. He has short dark brown hair with a somewhat thick mustache that's complemented by a stubble. The front strands of his hair were loose and slightly curled. Looks likely due to all the running.

The sudden chill of air made you shiver, and he didn't miss your reaction. He left you for a minute and came back with a rug. The sudden heat from it, when he draped the fabric on your shoulder made you let out a gasp of satisfaction.

But the next thing you know, he ripped your stocking. You were shocked, eyeing him in horror. "What the fuck are you doing?!" You threw whatever things that's on your reach. The loud sound of glass hit the wall, and the strong grip on your wrist instantly made your stop.

"Be still!" His azure irises left no room for confrontation. When you felt a sting on your knees, that's when you realized that he just pressed some gauze on it. Likely soaked with alcohol first. There's quite a prominent stain of blood on your legs, and it almost made you nauseated.

"If you stop acting like a brat, you'll heal faster." He looked at you with that cocky smile of confidence. "Understood?"

You just nodded at him. He continued to clean the blood and inspect the wounds. The position where you were sitting right now made it easier to study him carefully.

Although you felt the temperature decreased significantly, the beefy stranger in front of you appeared very sweaty.

Immediately your gaze ran down to his neck and continued its way to his chest and his abs. The unmistakable bulge under his pants made you squirm unconsciously. You were in a haze of fear and lust; you definitely insane.

"Wha— what's your name, sir?"

His strong gazed felt as if his eyes alone can subdue you. Maybe he has these laser eyes like Cyclops, your inner thought buzzed with speculation.

"August. My name is August Walker. What's your name, little lamb?"

How dare this man call you a little lamb? You cleared your throat and told him your name and where you were from.

"New York? It's pretty far from here." He patched you up nicely. The water-resistant gauze looked really neat pressed on your knees and some on your shin. You were impressed.

When your eyes returned to August, you gave him a smile that you hoped looked like a smile of gratitude. Not the kind of smile you always presented to any potential partner in bed, sultry, and flirtatious.

"I— I haven't said anything but— thanks. Thank you for saving my life." Your left fingers instinctively pat his right arms. The feeling of his skin startled you. It's warm; in fact, it felt like he had a very high fever.

"Are— are you alright? Your temperature feels off."

"Don't mind me. Just take care of yourself."

You knew there's something off with him, but you weren't sure if you had a clear mind to think right now. Not with the wolf pack outside and his words on New York being far away from here. Where the fuck am I?

"I… I have a—,"

"I suggest you stay here if you don't want to meet them."

"But I…,"

"You can use the bedroom there," his hand pointed to the door on the far end. "Feel free to use anything you want. Just don't come to the basement. I will meet you after a couple of days, and we figured things out."

His authoritative voice and dominant persona immediately made you want to counter his suggestion. The funny thing was, looked like he sensed it.

He approached you, face just inches away from you. Your eyes immediately glanced away from the delicious plane of his sweaty chest. His fingers drew your chin up, so both of your eyes were at the same level. "Do what I said, understand?. Thrust me; you don't want to know the consequences if you violate my suggestion."

Suggestion, my ass! Your inner mind ready to throw insults at him, but you quickly held it back. In the end, you nodded at him obediently.

—

That night you were restless. But in a weird sense, you felt comfortable staying in that cabin. The first night after August left you to your own devices, you had been pretty careful. Not touched a lot of things except food and items that help you with your long bath.

His cabin was quite spacious. The interior was a mix of something slicked and modern with an equal touch of classic. Tried to look homey. Not to mention his bathroom, it's super luxurious and made you feel at home instantly. Reminded you of your ex (sugar daddy's) bathroom.

Since you couldn't find another bedroom in that cabin and you don't feel like sleeping on the couch, you slept in his bed instead. After all, he said you can use the bedroom there. Still wearing your red riding hood costume, you slipped under the soft comforter.

After that, you woke up feeling a bit groggy. Aimlessly wandered around the kitchen, you weren't sure what to do first. Tried collecting your bearing, you tried to make a coffee. Or any equivalent things of it. Everything felt different; you just knew it. When the only thing you could find was several jars that you assumed were granules of tea, you brew it. You sat on the sofa that faced up a lake. The wall was made of glass, making everything well seen.

You walked closer and gazed at the vast pine forest in front of you. The trees were tall and big, so majestic. Somewhat it's different from the pine trees you usually see. The lake in front of you looked like it had two different colors, fusion together with weird looking fishes and plants that should grow on the land instead of water. Where the fuck am I?

The next day, you woke up feeling a little bit refreshed. You changed your slutty costume into one of the clothes you found in his closet. It was so soft and comfy. You knew when things were from high-quality material.

You continued your days by drinking your tea, ate whatever breakfast you can munch, and read a book that has these unusual fonts. You were sure it wasn't in the alphabet, but one day you absentmindedly swipe your fingers on some of the pages, and the font changed. Hell, it even translated into English in an instant. You were definitely impressed.

One thing you are sure of was, this place was strange. Wherever you were right now, it didn't look like it's on earth. Or the earth that you knew. Why were you so calm? Because you already freak out. After you freak out, you also wondered, did the haunted house event organizer realized that they were the culprit behind what the fuck happened to you right now? Did your housemate recognize that you weren't home for days? Or maybe she thought you fuck the Superman or perhaps found another sugar daddy? It was so absurd yet so real.

The last two nights, you were struck in awe as your eyes were spoiled by two moons. Two fuckin moons. It was always quiet at night, but you heard all the howls that you suspected likely from the pack of those giant wolves.

It was pretty late, almost midnight. You finally found your small bag hindered under the sofa that evening. Now…, now you had some time to check it. The first thing you checked was if there's a signal. Definitely no signal at all.

You curled up on August bed while swiping the pictures on your phone. When you scrolled your pictures with Superman, you realized why August seems familiar. It was none other than August having quite the same face, the same build, even somewhat similar voices with Superman.

"Fuck...maybe I should ask August if he would like to be my Daddy while I'm here." Imagining him spoiled you with gifts and other physical attention made you chuckled at yourself.

Your fingers instinctively crawled under the gray long sleeve shirt you borrowed from his closet (again). Your brain projected an image as if it was August's hands that ran on your upper thigh. Find its way quickly to your wet core. Two fingers slipped under the black lace panty. The panty that you need to wash daily due to no other replacement available. Left you a couple hours with only his buttoned-up shirt without anything underneath.

The sound of a loud howl startled you. It was as if it circled you in close range. Moved as fast as you can, you snatched the oversize robe on you. Your eyes tried to creep behind the curtain in the bedroom.

You knew the owner of this cabin stated that you can't go to the basement. You wouldn't be so lucky if that giant wolf found you first and broke in. Although you haven't been really out of the cabin, you tried to inspect a little bit and found it odd that this cabin was apparently a treehouse-style cabin. How come there's a basement in the house.

You exit the bedroom and go to the kitchen when you last saw August a couple nights ago. Next to the slick wooden cabinet was a particular thing that looked like a door. The surface of your palms works like a stethoscope, felt as if something with pressure from your hands. You tried not to get disturbed by the nonstop howl outside. When you hear something as if the door was shifted, you immediately step back.

"Oh my, finally…," you slipped inside the small door when it opened automatically. It was a small narrow corridor-like, and it was dark. Walk inside carefully, you follow the path that leads you to another door. The metal door let out a weird creaked as you pushed it open.

"Didn't I tell you not to come down here?"

Shocked was evident in your face when you heard his rather gruff tone. You step over, closer to where he sat, that looks more likely an even bigger size of the bed than the one he had upstairs.

"Don't —,"

He warned you, but you being you, could never obey orders. Although challenging, your eyes finally adapt to the only natural light from the glass wall. That said, you were totally confused as you can see the lake parallel to your eyes.

"What the… wait, how there's even a basement down here? Last time I checked, the cabin is a treehouse?"

"It's camouflage. No one can't see it or enter from outside."

"Holy… why there's a three moon?" you switched your gaze from the moon to August. Curiosity got the better of you when you saw his irises were now pale blue. You can still see the outer form that is August, but something was off.

A gasp escaped your lips as August rose up from the bed. The powerful moon shone his feature. He was taller, bulkier, and dangerous as he stalked towards you slowly. Your heart thumped erratically as you were cornered. Back supported by the glass wall as now you can see August in his other form.

"Holy shit. Wha—what are you?"

"Told you not to go here, and you just can't listen, little lamb." his smirk turned maniacal as he looked at the fear on your face. His white fangs, longer than usual. His fingers also look unusual, claw-like.

"Are you— are you a werewolf?"

"Well...you can say that. I'm half human half wolf if you are curious."

"So why— why did you save me?"

The tip of his nose inched closer to yours. You held your breath when his warm skin touched you. It moved to your left cheek and stopped near your ear. "I'm curious," he whispered.

"I haven't really met a pure human in the same age range. So I have followed you since I saw you step out of that door. I follow you until you meet the other wolf pack, and I decide to help you instead of fulfilling my need."

"What need?" you asked him, dumbfounded.

"This," he pulled away from you, his claw-like finger pointed out below his hip. Focusing on the long and hard appendage that was unmistakably, his cock.

"Oh—I- I'm sorry?" you gave him your best apologetic face. Eyes seemed eager to stare longer, but you gazed away quickly. Wait, why did you apologize to him? You cleared your throat, "I— I actually not sure what I should do to help?" tilted your head to the right, you looked him in the eyes, almost challenged him.

Despite almost getting eaten by wolves, August's menacing presence didn't really scare you. Maybe the fact that he was still human and less scary made it easy for you. Not to mention he's hot too, with all his glory.

His somewhat evil chuckled sent shivers down your spine. "If you really wanted to help, I think you know what to do, don't you?"

"W-wait—is—does this mean we 'mate'?" you gave him a somewhat weird expression. "And—and you bite me, give me marks that I'm yours? And knot me, and I will have a litter of puppies, and I become your omega—,"

His pale blue eyes stared at you as if you grew two heads. It softened immediately as he smiled. Broad one showed you a set of white teeth with extra long fangs.

"Oh, my little lamb...what have you read?"

"Err— Omega verse? Fanfic?"

He blinked. Gave you a quizzical expression.

"It's— it's erotica. Where mostly the character you know—," you darted your eyes away from August. "—mate, err have sex. Mostly was written very explicitly."

"Go on." He said.

"They are wolves, scenting, imprinting. An alpha mates with omega, and it's been told in a variety of plots possible. Sometimes two alphas fight too." You were breathless. You didn't realize you explained it to him in a quick, incoherent way.

You staggered backward as he came closer, forgetting that you already cornered. His long fingers reached out to the white robe you put on you. Although his fingers had claws that looked alarming to you, his hand still skillfully unfastened the robe.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, I think. Pack and hierarchies usually form just for a mating season; they hunt together for food and shelter in the winter. We might be scenting people, I guess. After all, we have a very sensitive sense of smell. But no, we don't bite our mate." He took off the robe from your body, left you only with his grey buttoned-up shirt.

"Well...I love that you are wearing my shirt as if you are mine already."

You purse your lips at him. "Why aren't you in a pack? Isn't it a mating season?"

"I mostly can control myself during the full moon. That's the advantage of being half-human. I don't need to transform myself into a wolf and be in a pack. But I am an alpha if that's what you are curious about."

"Can-can you turn back to your human form? Not like—you know, you aren't in your human form, bu—," your words were cut off by his thumb on your lips.

"You talk too much, aren't you, little lamb…," August leaned down and touched his lips to yours. Your first reaction was to freeze since you were afraid of his fangs. But his surprisingly soft lips coaxed you relentlessly, making you surrender as you closed your eyes. Opening your mouth, his tongue sneaked past your lips easily. His fangs poke at your lower lips, but it didn't hurt.

The non so innocent kiss became more desperate. Your once shied tongue now dances together with August. Your once clasped palms that were situated on top of your chest now scraped at his shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered open as August nipped down from your jaw to your neck. Forgotten, you even close your eyes in the first place. His claw-like fingers unbuttoned his shirt on yours without difficulty, left you only in your black lace panty.

The feeling of temperature as if dropped significantly made you glued your body to August. Smooth skin of your chest pressed to his hot hairy one, seeking warmth. One hand secured behind your back while the other palm on your ass. Massage the globe there.

"Ohh…" you gasped as you felt his finger on your clothed core.

"Hmm… wet already, I see." he let the pad of his finger move up to your clit, while the movement of the claw added sensation to your already. Seeing your reaction, he repeated it a couple times. Made you a mess with only one of his fingers.

Arched your body a little bit, you were thrilled to see his expression. Traveled your hands down from his hairy chest; your eyes still focused on his face, while your palms found their way to his hard cock.

"Oh, so big…," slowly at first, you ran your hands at the tip of his cock. Even without looking at it, you knew it's definitely bigger than any cock you've ever seen.

Eyes widened as your hand slid down to the base. The other weighed his balls. "Holy…," your eyes looked down, stared in awe at his cock.

"Careful little lamb, you drooled on it."

"Who's not?" You eyed him in disbelief.

August let out a weird laugh, "I expect you to worship it, then." He looked at you with a bemused expression as you quickly worked on his length. Stroked it up and down repeatedly.

You go down on your knees, eyes crossed as you focused on his slit that oozed pre-cum. Unconsciously, you stuck out your tongue and brushed it on his slit. Wrapped your right hand at the base of his cock, your gaze rose up to meet his. Left handheld on his upper thigh for support as your lips covered the heat of his cock. You bobbed your head calculatedly as you accommodate him halfway.

"Such a good little lamb for your wolf, aren't you." August's right hand was at the back of your head as he nudged you none too gently. Made you choke at his cock, and pulled it out from your mouth. You gazed at the mix of your saliva and his precum in awe. But it didn't last long as August pulled you to your feet and picked you up.

He climbed up on the bed with you and laid on his back. He situated your hips and pulled it closer, so your opening was hovering on top of his face. On all four, for him. August was rewarded with a yelped and a moan as his tongue licked your clothed core.

The sound of fabric being ripped made you turn your head to the right. "That's my only pa— ohhh," your protest died right away as his tongue lapped your opening. The feel of his claws as he spread your ass cheeks added wonder to your pussy.

Trying to keep yourself busy, you swallowed the head of his cock for a starter. His cock was too big for you; your mouth can only allow half of it. Diligently, you tried to move your tongue while you suck on his cock, hands slid up and down. Feeling all the veins that encircled his length made you shuddered.

August bucked his hips as you put one of your hands to massaging his balls. The action made you gagged as his cock entered further than before. But it didn't take a long time for you to stop due to his sudden attack on your pussy.

His tongue was not lapped at you anymore; it rammed inside your wet core like a starved man. You squealed as the end of his fangs scrapped at your now wet pussy. The pressure on your clit as the pad of his fingers made a circular motion left you breathless. It drove you to your high faster than you ever experienced. A surprised scream left off your lips as his tongue scraped your most sensitive part. Your body quivered as your inner walls spasm, hands held on his cock as you ride your high.

"Ohh— my god, ohh—my god—," you can still feel the kitten licked as August feasted on it.

"Ahh—that' s—that's good." You let your head rested on his left thigh.

"Now, for the main course." August's gruff tone pulled you back from your hazy state. His hard cock was evident on your right hand.

You felt your body shifted position, and now you were on your back. August spread your legs wide and shifted his position. The feeling of his heavy cock on top of your pussy made you nervous but also excited. Unconsciously you nibbled your forefingers while eyes traveled down to his long and hard cock. It made an up and down motion on your opening. You can feel your wet pussy clenched in frustration, ready to be filled.

"August please…," still nibbled at your fingers, you gaze at the wolf on top of you, one elbow supporting your upper body. He's so big, literally and figuratively. If you can't come back to your world, so be it. You didn't mind staying and being his plaything as long as he wanted you.

"Please, what my little lamb?" You pouted at that. You definitely weren't a little lamb. If anything, you should be the succubus.

"Please put that in me—," you writhed underneath him.

"Please put what?" His big body tower over you. His pupils dilated and only left a small ring of pale blue irises. His clawed fingers move up and down your thigh.

"Ple—please, ohhhh, put that cock inside me! Fuck me, my wolf— nhhh—," your plead was answered when August suddenly pushed the head of his cock on your opening.

The back of your head fell to rest on the thick pillow as the intrusion of August's cock sent a surprising jolt on your body. You knew he's big. But when his cock finally spread your lips open and entered you, the overwhelming sensation was something you still didn't expect.

"Ohh— so big—," your pussy clenched immediately when August tried to push deeper but also slowly. The noticeable ridge of his vein scraped at your inner wall deliciously. With closed eyes, you gripped the edge of the pillow as you mumbled about how full you feel right now.

"Work your clit for me. Yes...make that tight pussy cream on my cock."

"Oh—like this?" Your fore and middle fingers slowly pulled the hood and made a circular motion as August asked.

"Yes… Just like that…."

It didn't take you long enough to feel the fast buildup on your lower belly. Something that never happened before. "Ohh—yes—I'm going to cum, my—ahhh," you work your clit faster as August cock made a shallow fuck inside you.

"Yes, cum on my cock, my little lamb. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for your wolf." His wolf tone deliciously affected your body. His growl sent an extra twitch on your clit. And you lose it when he thrust all the way inside your wet pussy.

You scream in ecstasy as your pussy quivered uncontrollably on his hard cock. You feel so full. The feeling of his cock all the way inside you made your brain feel as if it was submerged. Forgotten that you ever closed your eyes, you were rewarded by a sly smirk on August werewolf's face. His eyes were now all dark. His hair loosened, made the curls of it fall to his forehead.

"I see you enjoying yourself, my little lamb." His claws caressed your thigh gently.

"Nnn—of course, I ahhh—I am." A little movement from August made you aware that his cock still inside you. Hard as a rock.

August lifted up both your knees and secured it with his hands. You lifted your upper body with your elbows as he retrieved his cock from your wet core. You gasped when you witnessed August pulled it out, inches by inches. Left only the head inside you.

You moaned when he pushed again. Stretched you like no one else ever had. He did it slowly, knew that you still adapt to his girth. But the feeling when the tip of his cock scraped your most sensitive part every time he thrust inside you, you were tripped to your high even faster than before.

The moan of pleasure became incoherent as August sped up his pace. Repeated syllables of ahhh and ohhh accompanied your plead for him to fuck you like you were a female wolf. Released his pent up frustration to mate.

Both of you fuck like an animal who just needs to reproduce. Lust clouded the atmosphere in the room. Moaned and growled were sung like a prayer under the moonlight that shone its way to the basement.

His balls slapped against your ass every time he plugged in inside you. Sweats trickled down your body, and it looked even animalistic in August. His werewolf form was so majestic that you just wholly let him own you.

His feracious fucking looked like almost to its limit. The buzzed on your lower belly was ready to explode, but you held it.

"Fuck!" He growled.

"Uhh—uhh—uhh—cum in me. Yes—cum in me, my wolf— filled me up with your thick hot cum!" You pleaded like a bitch in heat.

August slammed his cock deep inside you as he screamed and let out a long howl. The feel of his warm cum inside you triggered your orgasm. You wail as your inner walls contracted and squeezed his cock. Spurt and spurt of his cum filled your womb to the brim. Something that you never allowed any of your partners to do in the past.

You didn't realize that you lock both your ankles behind August ass. But also you sensed something changed. August was draped on top of your body, head sneaked at the crook of your neck. Still, in a haze caused by the release of oxytocin in your bloodstream, you missed the way August kissed turned into something more. He bit you.

The still clouded brain of yours pop-up an image of you becoming August omega. His only mate. Bear a litter of pups for him and live happily ever after in his house, in his world. Your pussy unconsciously clenched at his cock that was still inside you. You never really said this to anyone, but you imagine you live in another world since the first time you ever read a story about omega verse.

You mewled when the biting stopped. Maybe August bit you just for fun. When he craned his head up to look at you, something was different. His eyes turned back to his azure color. His fangs now short, back to its regular human teeth, and his body wasn't as hairy as he's before. He's practically not in his werewolf form anymore.

"You changed? Why?"

He looked at you with his quizzical expression. "You wanted me to return to my werewolf form?"

You glanced away from him and kind of embarrassed to declare that his werewolf form was way hotter than his human form. Not that his human form wasn't hot either. Damn, you definitely bang him every time you can, but his werewolf form just made you curl your toes in an instant.

You cleared your throat and looked him in the eyes, "I like it very much."

"Well...the full moon is still in the sky for quite some time. Are you ready for the next round, my little lamb?"

"Yes, my wolf." You purred seductively at him and witnessed in delight his transformation before your eyes.

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the-not-so-silent-back-up · 3 years

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Until Full Moon

-1 -2 -3

Werewolf!(f)reader x Jaskier

note: I am reposting my own writting because I am planing to continue the Story. And I want my fic on my new Blog. And of coures a big Thank you to @the-winter-witcher for cheking my writting and @calamitycrowley, my beta-reader

description: Since a few month you are a werewolf, and you mostly hide in the woods because you know how dangerous you can become when it’s time. One day you meet Jaskier and Geralt. Unfortunately the witcher recently got the job to get rid of a werewolf. And that’s when it all begins

Chapter -1-

It was a sunny day, the birds were chirping, the wind was mild and fresh and the flowers were blooming in all of the colors imaginable. But Geralt wasn't in a good mood. He and Jaskier were wandering through a little village with Roach behind them. It wasn't even a village it were just a bunch of farmers living near each other.

Geralt knew that he will find no job here, and even if the farmers here had a problem with a monster they wouldn't hire a witcher, they don't trust him. How did he know? It's a mild summer day and there are no kids playing in the streets, no men working on the fields and no women anywhere to be seen. They all hide. They hide from the Butcher of Blaviken.

Jaskier besides was also not in his best mood, he was stuck in writing a new song that he just couldn't finish properly. But he still looks at all the beauty in the world, he played his lute not for Geralt this time he played it for all the birds that were singing. But he didn't sing, because everytime he starts he remembers the song he couldn't finish. So this time he leaves the singing to the birds in the trees.

They finally found an inn in the last village they crossed, with water for the the horse and cold ale for the men.

Geralt wasn't in a talking mood, if he ever was. And Jaskier wasn't in the mood to play for people, today the birds were a much better audience. So the two just sat there drinking their ales in silence.

Jaskier noticed three rough looking men coming in. They looked miserable.

"this damn wolf"

"shut up! You don't even have sheeps"

"that doesn't matter. I don't want that fucking wolf near me"

"you only care about yourself, what about my sheep and his cows" he pointed to the third man that didn't said anything yet.

Jaskier looked at Geralt, but the Witcher wasn't interested. For him it sounds like a normal wolf and some dumb villagers that tried to hunt a wolf at the day.

"Geralt" the bard whispers "they are talking about one wolf, but the only wolves that hunt alone are werewolves"

Fuck he is right.

"Hmm"

Jaskier turned to the men and asked them if they knew that they were trying to hunt a werewolf at the daytime. The men looked angry at the bard but after a few moments they saw Geralt in the corner.

"What do you say Witcher?"

Finally the silent one of them said something.

"The bard is right. What you are talking about is definitely a werewolf."

"Don't make these stupid faces. I told you it's a werewolf but you never listen to me."

The first two men left without any words.

"So Witcher how many coin for a werewolf?"

…

"Geralt?"

"Hmm?"

"Will we actually find tracks right now? I mean the last full moon was one day ago. So that werewolf is human till next month. Am I right?"

"That's all true. But maybe we will find his hiding place"

"His?"

"Yes, only man become werewolves"

"Oh I didn't know that. That is really interesting. Do you know why? Or is just that there are male and female monsters?..."

"shh.."

"Oh did you hear something? I am sorry. I almost forgot we on a hunt right…"

"Jaskier!"

"Oh yeah. I will be silent now"

The witcher actually heard something, but now it's gone. But he is just tired of the day. So the dissimilar couple started to set up their camp for the night.

So he makes his way into the woods, not too deep, after the one time he didn't find a way out at first and it was in the middle of the night he he finally returned, he had learned his lesson.

He is gathering as much wood as he can find. But then all the wood he collected so thoroughly, falls all to the ground. Jaskier saw something he is familiar with, but didn't belong here at all.

There you lied curled up unconscious, Naked. Half underneath a bush.

Jaskier looked all around but didn't find any clue why you were here, the only thing he noticed was the little pile of clothes that was right next to you. He felt a bit uncomfortable, but mostly he was confused and concerned what happened to that young woman lying unconscious in the forest.

He got closer to you and was relieved when he saw you chest rising and sinking in a steady rhythm. He leaned down to carefully touch your shoulder.

"Hey… Are you awake?"

He almost whispers.

It will get dark soon and he just can't leave you there, it was too dangerous.

Now he takes both of your shoulders and shakes you a bit.

"You need to wake up. I don't know what happened to you,but I can't just leave a girl like this in the forest at night."

His voice got louder.

An unfamiliar voice is ringing in your ear, a man's voice with a tone of urge in it. You shake your head a little and hum a few inaudible words before you can open your eyes.

You saw a man with dark hair and eyes blue as the sky in spring, who looks worried at you but most importantly he is holding you.

You pushed him back because you knew what happened last night, you knew that you were totally naked and who knew if he isn't paid to find you and kill you.

"Oh gods you are finally awake. I know that sounds like it's made up but I just was collecting some firewood and then I found you there. I thought you were dead. Can I help you. I am not going to lie, you look a bit lost and I…"

"Turn around."

You cut him right there

"What? Oh yeah of course. Do need any help with that?"

You slide into you really simply dress, make a few knots at the right spots and now you are fully dressed again.

"Okay what did you just said, sorry I wasn't listening"

"I said, I was collecting some firewood and I found plenty of it, but I also found you. I have no clue how you got here but I just couldn't left you there so I tried to wake you up to get you out of here. It get gets darker every minute and this is no good place to be naked and alone and unconscious."

"I am fine.."

You pat that strangers shoulder

"but thank you for your help, I just need my bag and my basket with food and you don't have to see me ever again."

You look around searching for your very few possessions. But they were nowhere to be found. You look back to the stranger. He looks probably as confused as you.

"Have you seen it?"

"What your bag and a basket? No i didn't saw such things. When I found you there was only you and your dress."

You start to lower yourself to search for your lost properties. But as the man said it get darker and you could barely see anything. Resigned you sat underneath a tree, your hands covering your face to hide the tears in your eyes from the Stranger, who just don't want to leave. That was everything you have, everything you could take with you that night you have left. What the hell are you supposed to do to now.

"Hey.." His voice is really soft.

"what do you think about that we leave now and go eat something and tomorrow when the sun is shining again I will help you to find your bag and your basket."

He offers you a hand to stand up.

"Hmm? What do you say?"

"That is probably a good idea"

He still holds your hand and made a little bow before you.

You couldn't resist a smile.

"So how is the lady called?"

"My name is Y/N just Y/N… And you are?"

"My name is Julian Alfred Pankratz viscount de Lettenhove. But you can call me Jaskier."

He lifts up all the wood that fell down earlier and refused to let you carry any of it. As you walked out of the wood onto the meadow.

"So Y/N you were wandering around the forest with a basket full of food, are you red riding hood or something?"

He laughed

"Not exactly"

You laughed a bit too. But deep down you knew that you were actually the big bad wolf.

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not-so-silent-back-up · 4 years

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Until Full Moon

werewolf!(f)reader x Jaskier

Chapter -2-

first of all thanks you @the-winter-witcher💝 for cheking my writting and thanks to my beta reader @disasterjaskier💖

also tagging @determinedpines🌻 and @merthurlocked💛 ... because

Chapter 01

They finally found an inn in the last village they crossed, with water for the the horse and cold ale for the men. Geralt wasn't in a talking mood, if he ever was. And Jaskier wasn't in the mood to play for people, today the birds were a much better audience. So the two just sat there drinking their ales in silence.

Jaskier noticed three rough looking men coming in. They looked miserable.

"this damn wolf"

"shut up! You don't even have sheeps"

"that doesn't matter. I don't want that fucking wolf near me"

"you only care about yourself, what about my sheep and his cows"

he pointed to the third man that didn't said anything yet.

Jaskier looked at Geralt, but the Witcher wasn't interested. For him it sounds like a normal wolf and some dumb villagers that tried to hunt a wolf at the day. "Geralt" the bard whispers "they are talking about one wolf, but the only wolves that hunt alone are werewolves"

Fuck he is right.

"Hmm" Jaskier turned to the men and asked them if they knew that they were trying to hunt a werewolf at the daytime. The men looked angry at the bard but after a few moments they saw Geralt in the corner.

"What do you say Witcher?"

Finally the silent one of them said something.

"The bard is right. What you are talking about is definitely a werewolf."

"Don't make these stupid faces. I told you it's a werewolf but you never listen to me."

The first two men left without any words.

"So Witcher how many coin for a werewolf?"

…

"Geralt?"

"Hmm?"

"Will we actually find tracks right now? I mean the last full moon was one day ago. So that werewolf is human till next month. Am I right?"

"That's all true. But maybe we will find his hiding place"

"His?"

"Yes, only man become werewolves"

"Oh I didn't know that. That is really interesting. Do you know why? Or is just that there are male and female monsters?..."

"shh.."

"Oh did you hear something? I am sorry. I almost forgot we on a hunt right…"

"Jaskier!"

"Oh yeah. I will be silent now"

The witcher actually heard something, but now it's gone. But he is just tired of the day. So the dissimilar couple started to set up their camp for the night.

Jaskier knew what he has to do. It's always the same after they set up the tent and decide what to eat, he is the one searching for firewood. While Geralt is either hunting for a rabbit or preparing the food they have left. So he makes his way into the woods, not too deep, after the one time he didn't find a way out at first and it was in the middle of the night he he finally returned, he had learned his lesson.

He is gathering as much wood as he can find. But then all the wood he collected so thoroughly, falls all to the ground. Jaskier saw something he is familiar with, but didn't belong here at all.

There you lied curled up unconscious, Naked. Half underneath a bush. Jaskier looked all around but didn't find any clue why you were here, the only thing he noticed was the little pile of clothes that was right next to you. He felt a bit uncomfortable, but mostly he was confused and concerned what happened to that young woman lying unconscious in the forest.

He got closer to you and was relieved when he saw you chest rising and sinking in a steady rhythm. He leaned down to carefully touch your shoulder.

"Hey… Are you awake?" He almost whispers.

It will get dark soon and he just can't leave you there, it was too dangerous. Now he takes both of your shoulders and shakes you a bit.

"You need to wake up. I don't know what happened to you,but I can't just leave a girl like this in the forest at night." His voice got louder.

An unfamiliar voice is ringing in your ear, a man's voice with a tone of urge in it. You shake your head a little and hum a few inaudible words before you can open your eyes. You saw a man with dark hair and eyes blue as the sky in spring, who looks worried at you but most importantly he is holding you.

You pushed him back because you knew what happened last night, you knew that you were totally naked and who knew if he isn't paid to find you and kill you.

"Turn around." You cut him right there

"What? Oh yeah of course. Do need any help with that?"

You slide into you really simply dress, make a few knots at the right spots and now you are fully dressed again.

"Okay what did you just said, sorry I wasn't listening"

"I am fine.."You pat that strangers shoulder "but thank you for your help, I just need my bag and my basket with food and you don't have to see me ever again."

You look around searching for your very few possessions. But they were nowhere to be found. You look back to the stranger. He looks probably as confused as you.

"Have you seen it?"

"What your bag and a basket? No i didn't saw such things. When I found you there was only you and your dress."

"Hey.." His voice is really soft. "what do you think about that we leave now and go eat something and tomorrow when the sun is shining again I will help you to find your bag and your basket."

He offers you a hand to stand up. "Hmm? What do you say?"

"That is probably a good idea"

He still holds your hand and made a little bow before you. You couldn't resist a smile.

"So how is the lady called?"

"My name is Y/N just Y/N… And you are?"

"My name is Julian Alfred Pankratz viscount de Lettenhove. But you can call me Jaskier."

He lifts up all the wood that fell down earlier and refused to let you carry any of it. As you walked out of the wood onto the meadow.

"So Y/N you were wandering around the forest with a basket full of food, are you red riding hood or something?" He laughed

"Not exactly" You laughed a bit too. But deep down you knew that you were actually the big bad wolf.

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softjeon · 4 years

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Here there be beasts | Pt.3

• Pairing: Jimin x Wolf!Namjoon • Genre: Angst, Fluff | Rating: Mature | RedRidingHood!AU / Fairytale!AU → Gifset Trailer • Words: 7,6k | AO3 • Disclaimer: nsfw-content, smut, mentioning of blood, abuse, violence, weapons, dark themes, anxiety

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Fear was a strange feeling. People feared the unknown, the dark and witchcraft. The shadows that were lurking through the forest at night. The same fear that made the folks in the village keep their distance from the forest at night; that locked their doors on nights when there was a full moon, or no moon at all.

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Maybe what they said was true after all. And maybe it was his time to realize that his world was turning upside-down, crashing into a million pieces and ripping the beautifully painted images and what he believed in. The evil existed and he was staring right back into its eyes, claws about to rip into his flesh. He felt sick from the metallic smell of his own blood that was trickling down his chest, that was dissolving into the water, tinting it red. Maybe he would drown. Maybe he would bleed out.

The wolf; the nightmare.

Jimin had barely made it into the water, arms extended as he tried to keep the wolf at arm’s length when he realized that the wolf wasn’t moving, instead he was only staring at him. And Jimin was holding its gaze.

The human kept on paddling, not really getting anywhere so he would have been easy to rip into or just drown and drag ashore. Still he waited, trying to see if he would yell that strange word again. His anger was gone, eaten by his curiosity as to why his prey was making him suddenly feel all fuzzy inside.

Jimin completely stilled as he blinked up at the unmoving wolf. Did he recognize him? His smell? Just like Namjoon told him he would? It was nothing and yet, it was the only chance he had.

Carefully, Jimin reached out with shaking fingers. There was still blood on them but tried to focus on the task at hand as he slowly put his hand by the wolf’s mouth and by his jaw. He waited for a moment, when the wolf growled low and it send a shiver down his spine. Closing his eyes, Jimin reached further and then softly pushed his fingers into its fur. “I…It’s me,” Jimin’s voice sounded so thin and broken. “T-the one with the red hood? J-jimin,” There were tears falling down his eyes and into the shallow water beneath, when he opened them again

He almost snapped at the hand that was coming close to him but then he smelled the blood and because he didn’t want to kill this strange prey just yet, but he was hungry and there was blood he did the first thing that popped up: he started to lick the blood off. Pushing his snout roughly into the youngers hand he licked his fingers clean and.. it didn’t taste like he wanted. There was blood, yes but was even more delicious was the boys smell. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? He paddled closer and even though the younger kept talking, saying things he couldn’t quite grasp he pushed his snout into his face, licking his face too, then his neck, everywhere he could reach without lapping up water.

Jimin couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, one that sounded a little too desperate to be cheerful but when the wolf licked him, he knew he wasn’t in danger anymore. He recognized him. “Wolf, please.” Jimin whispered, soothing over his soft but wet fur. Never had he been so close to the other before and here in the water it was still dangerous with how the wolf was leaning against him. “Can you listen to me, wolfie?” Jimin coughed a little to get rid of the croaky sound and then tried again, “I need you to let me go, because I have to visit someone. Namjoon,...you know him, right? I need you to go further east and...and please hunt a wild boar for me. Only that, do you understand?” Jimin search the wolf's eyes and kept still. They still weren’t right, a little too dark, except from the sparkle and reflection of the moon light. “A wild boar,” He whispered again, hoping that the wolf would understand him enough to do as he said or at least run the other direction from where he had sent the old man. “Please.” He was pleading softly, moving back to see if the wolf would let go off him.

The wolf had no idea what the other was saying but he liked the sound of the others voice. He still smelled delicious and a great part of him wanted to rip into that soft, plump flesh and swallow him whole - but there was still that part that was curious and enjoyed their encounter. He had the boys scent now. He could hunt him again if he got hungry or eat him for dinner another time Something told him that he would see their encounter differently in a few hours and that it would be a pity to kill him, like a lingering thought at the back of his head that he couldn’t quite grasp. As he was so close to the boy and paddling right in front of him his hind leg brushed him under water in a way that nicked the boy’s skin. The other made a face and somehow the wolf didn’t like that. He didn’t like the other hurt. But he was hungry. He knew he wouldn’t eat that prey, not tonight. So, he sniffed him one last time, pushing his snout against the boys neck because it was warm and comfortable there - and then he turned, swimming back on land to hunt for something delicious that wouldn’t confuse him that much.

Jimin didn’t think twice, he turned around and swam until his arms were hurting. Luckily the cold water made the new wound not as painful, cooling it down and the adrenaline was still so high that he didn’t even flinch, when he walked out of the water on the other side, shivering and lips looking pale and blue.

There were tears falling down his cheeks and Jimin wrapped his arms around his body as he stumbled forward until finally the small cottage came in sight. For the last time, Jimin sped up a little, calling out for Namjoon - but there was no answer. His heart was drumming so loudly that it was the only thing Jimin could hear, when a thought crossed his mind that he’d rather not dwell on. He pushed the door open, calling out for him again but there was no one. The cottage was empty.

And Jimin was too tired.

With shaking hands, trembling limbs and lips he closed the door and got rid of the wet clothes on his body. A sob broke from him and Jimin almost fell when it shook him so badly, but he managed to pull himself into Namjoon’s bed, where his scent was still lingering and embracing him, making him hold onto the cushion as if it was the only safety he had left.

...

Namjoon had ran the whole night. He had found something to eat, something leftover that some other predator had killed and then not finished for some reason. Apart from that his night was pretty uneventful. The noise the humans and then his little prey had made had chased any real prey into hiding so he was glad he had found the leftovers or else he would have started to hunt for squirrels out of frustration. When his paws started to feel heavy and his mind dizzy it drew him closer to the home he lived in when he was human. Each step had him feeling more and more tired until he collapsed into a dirty, furry heap, ready to go to sleep until the next transformation or the next full moon.

When Namjoon awoke he had a headache - or rather a body aching practically everywhere but worst his head - and his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth because it was so dry. His throat felt sore as if he had yelled too much. Probably a bit too much growling and howling throughout the night. He tried to remember what he had done but the taste of stale meat had him almost throwing up, so he decided to go home, clean himself up, drink a nice, strong herbal tea and then decipher the images in his head. He could already see his little house and he ached for its warmth and comfort and humanness so that he would be able to feel like himself again in a little while.

Jimin had fallen into a deep slumber, his body so tired and exhausted that he didn’t wake at the faint noise of the door opening. Maybe his subconsciousness knew that it wasn’t anything dangerous or evil that came closer. So instead of hiding away, Jimin turned, revealing his rosy and very dirty cheeks to Namjoon, mumbling something with a sleepy pout on his lips.

“J..Jimin?!” Namjoon stood in the doorway, all sickness forgotten at the shock of seeing Jimin in his bed. He stumbled towards him, naked as he was, ripping the covers off to see if he was fine. There was blood and for a second his heart felt like it had stopped right in his chest before he realized that there was no bite wound. He had scratches. Just scratches. And he was absolutely, fully naked.

Namjoon stared at him in confusion but then covered him up again because it didn’t feel right to stare. Not now, not when the other was sleeping so peacefully. He sank down besides the bed in relief, chuckling to himself at the absurdity of the whole situation. Jimin, on a full moon night in his home. Anything could have happened. Thankfully they had apparently both been very, very lucky. Now the only thing he had to do was find an excuse why he hadn’t been home instead of burying a body (or teaching a new werewolf).

The younger reacted to the touches and noises, only slowly coming to and when he blinked his eyes open to see the shadow hovering before him turning to be Namjoon he immediately reached out for him. “Where have you been? I thought...I thought,” Jimin’s voice still sounded a little croaky and he pulled Namjoon in to hug him tightly, “Oh god, you’re alive…,” Jimin couldn’t help but feel relief wash over him, holding Namjoon just a little tighter, before he pulled back hastily and examined his (just as naked) body.

“I..I slipped and got stuck so.. I couldn’t get back in time and.. just stayed in the caves.” He stuttered awfully unconvincingly. That Jimin had just pressed his naked body against him wasn’t helping. “How did you get here? I mean, I’m so glad you’re safe but.. where you here all night? Don’t tell me you actually walked through the forest during a full moons night! That like.. completely suicidal!” He hastily wiped over his mouth, remembering now that there could be blood or dirt or probably both giving away what he had been doing.

Jimin traced down a few new bruises Namjoon was sporting, humming in response. He wasn’t so sure if he believed it, but he did see the wounds on his body. “I told you to be careful,” He whined, tracing them carefully as he bit down his lip trying to come up with something himself – but in the end, he settled on the truth.

“They wanted to sacrifice someone, and I couldn’t let it happen, Joon. I just couldn’t. I know it was crazy…but I had to!” Jimin blinked up but he wasn’t able to hold his gaze, averting it quickly, “I got him out of there and then…there was the wolf.”

“A.. what?” Namjoon’s head was spinning. A sacrifice? And he killed it? In front of Jimin? “So, you saw.. the wolf killing that person - and ran here to safety? Did he hurt you?” His grip on the other’s shoulders tightened a little. He still didn’t know why Jimin was naked but now it made sense that he got rid of his clothes when they had blood on them. Oh god, had Jimin really been so close? He felt like he had to throw up at the thought of almost eating Jimin tonight. He didn’t let himself think any further and that he might have killed someone else instead. Even though he tried to stay calm his hands started shaking a little and soon the shudder ran all over his body, bringing his exhausted muscles to the brink of collapse. “Let’s… let’s sit down, please..”

Jimin nodded and lifted the blanket up to pull Namjoon in closer and make sure he was embraced from the warmth and heat underneath. Carefully, he soothed over his cheeks and smiled at him apologetically. “Don’t worry, I told the wolf to hunt somewhere else.” Jimin said so nonchalantly, completely leaving out the fact of the wolf wanting to attack him at first. He shook his head, trying to sort out his thoughts, but Namjoon wasn’t making it much easier for him to concentrate. “F-first I freed the man and I told him to go north, up the hills to the caves to hide. I thought it was the beast coming but then I saw the wolf…but it was still different. He was so different, Namjoon. His eyes…they were pitch black. I was so scared and…and then I threw my hood at the wolf to irritate it and made sure it followed me instead of the man. And I thought maybe if I come close enough to your home then you would hear me, but the wolf caught me the moment I jumped into the water. I tried calling for you, but…,” A smile formed at his lips, “But then the wolf remembered me, just like you said. He remembered my scent. You were right, Namjoon. He just sniffed me and when I told him to hunt somewhere else and that I would come and visit him he let go off me. And then I swam across the lake and seeked shelter here.” His voice dropped, “But you were gone and I…”

“This… this can’t be true!” Namjoon was sitting there frozen, listening to what Jimin told him. “You were close to the wolf and it... it listened to you? Are you sure it didn’t get scared because of.. hunters or anything?” His voice was so weak it broke, but he just ignored it and pushed through. He didn’t understand it, nothing could keep the wolf from taking what he wanted, not Namjoon, not anything else he tried. And Jimin, someone sweet and delicate should be able to make the wolf listen? By talking to him? Namjoon couldn't believe it. “But... the blood...”

“There were no hunters. Believe me, he recognized me, and he licked and sniffed me before he let go off me. I just kept talking to him and it seemed to calm him?” Jimin shrugged his shoulders, “What blood are you talking about? My wounds? It’s not as bad. They don’t hurt, but the wolf just came too close when he jumped me and his claws…but it’s fine. I am fine, Namjoon.” He took the others hand and squeezed it lightly, trying to make the other realize that he was in fact alright, because he looked awfully like he was spiraling. “Come here, come…” Jimin’s voice was a whisper, when he shifted a little more down and pulled Namjoon in so he could lean against him and would be fully covered by the blanket. The other was shaking and Jimin had no clue why. “It’s okay, shh, please…”

“He.. he jumped you.. the wolf...” Namjoon couldn’t process any of this. It didn’t make sense. Luckily Jimin noticed his state and pulled him in, grounded him with his warmth and his kindness while whispering sweet reassurances into his ear. When Namjoon finally had enough control over himself to make decisions again he gently loosened himself from Jimin’s embrace. “Thank you... for this... just now. I really have to shower and... brush my teeth but when I’m back I can make you breakfast, or we can just get back into bed and cuddle and forget what happened this night.” He would need Jimin to tell him everything again, in detail, to understand why the wolf could listen to him when it didn't even listen to Namjoon. But not now. Now all he wanted and needed right now was comfort.

And Jimin gave him everything and more. He stood no chance, when he felt two familiar hands on his back joining him under the stream of water, soothing over his muscles as if Jimin knew right where he needed him to relax just a little more. He had done everything to feel like himself again and yet, only when Jimin’s touch lingered on his skin could he let out the breath he was holding.

“I can’t stay for long,” He whispered into Namjoon’s skin, leaving a kiss on his shoulder blade. He had thought about staying for breakfast and even longer, but Honsung was angry and he initially locked him in and would get even more furious the moment he would find out he wasn’t there. And now, in the broad daylight, with no adrenaline chasing through his veins he didn’t feel as brave. He would rather face a furious wolf again instead of Honsung.

“I wish I could…I so badly do, but if he comes home and doesn’t find me there.” Jimin was leaving a trail of kisses behind until he stood in front of Namjoon. His eyes were glistening with uncertainty and fear, more than he ever feared the wolf. But he knew where he needed to be more than ever, because no matter what path he would take in the forest it would lead him back to Namjoon. And he wanted to follow its aching pull, the need, the love he felt. “I want to be yours, please make me yours tonight.”

Namjoon didn’t know what to say, the sudden confession had hit him unprepared and it had taken the breath from his lungs to hear Jimin say those words without hesitation, words that he seemed to mean with all his heart. As an answer he hugged Jimin tight, nakedness be damned and kissed him heavily right where they were. He didn’t pay the rainwater reservoir on his roof that would soon be empty and leave them without shower water any mind. Only Jimin was important right now, Jimin who even called to his most feral being and could tame him with just a few words. How could he stand a chance against a bond like that.

Jimin knew this was where his heart belonged, because the moment Namjoon’s lips enclosed his, it calmed and maybe it even skipped a few beats making him breathless, falling against his lover.

Fear had always been a weird feeling to Jimin, but Love was something he understood even less. At least as long as he had been within the village. If what Honsung was giving him was love, then he didn’t want to experience it in any way. But Namjoon had tipped his world over with a single touch, lured him in and make him lose his heart. Maybe he was the evil after all, but if he was – then Jimin should be damned. He didn’t care anymore.

Jimin promised him again to be back tonight, hands wrapping around Namjoon’s neck for a final kiss, before they finally had parted from one another and found clothes to wear that weren’t ripped or still wet. At the door, Jimin held onto Namjoon’s hand for as long as he could. “I’ll be here tonight, before dawn after I’ve seen the wolf. I promised him.” Before Namjoon could tell him again that he should be careful or ask to come along with him (at least that’s what Jimin thought he would do), he turned around and walked deeper into the forest and back to the path.

When Jimin was gone Namjoon actually felt a little nerves at the prospect of having Jimin tonight. It would be the first time that there was an actual chance of being with the person he slept with again because Jimin was close by. And he also had feelings for him but that was something that made him even more nervous. Because in his ‘condition’ letting someone close to you could be very, very dangerous for everyone involved. Everyone would pick up the pattern if their partner mysteriously vanished every month at night to come back naked and bloody and with more bruises than before. Also, he couldn’t keep his wolfish nature for long when he got very angry he liked to burn off that energy in a good, long run through the woods - in his wolf form.

Namjoon sighed and shook his head to get rid of those thoughts that were leading somewhere way, way ahead of time. Tonight, was what he should concentrate on. Because tonight was going to happen, and he wanted it to. He wanted to make it special for Jimin, as best as he could so he brought all his candles to the tables, all that he had - which turned out to be five and half. It was funny that when he thought about it they indirectly came from Jimin, because Jimin brought his grandma the candles which gave some to Namjoon in exchange for herbs and berries that she couldn’t get herself because of her eyesight. He had wondered before why she hadn’t just taught her knowledge to Jimin but now that he had met Jimin again he knew: Jimin was rebellious enough to go to the forest as it was; if he had more knowledge than he would probably spend whole days outside the village, collecting everything that could be useful to his grandma and the villagers. Which would probably get him killed in the end because people who were fearless and well versed in herbal medicine were always a witch. To stupid villagers at least. Namjoon grieved for all that lost potential that people had to bury just to appear ‘normal’ and stay alive when they could be so much more, do so much more, for themselves as well as others.

But apparently stupidity was what always won in the end.

…

Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, when the door unlocked again, and his gaze flickered up to meet Honsungs. Without a word, he opened the door a little wider and Jimin pushed himself through as if he hadn’t spent all night in the forest instead of being locked in. Keeping his mouth shut, Jimin was tidying up his little home, glad when the other just vanished outside again. The spot where he had kissed him on his cheek was still burning like a mark and Jimin wiped over it aggressively, turning his skin red.

With the other gone, Jimin could finally relax a little more and because he had already taken a shower with Namjoon this morning, he was taking his time to look through his clothes. He hadn’t much fancy things, most of it too obvious that the people in the village would notice so despite wanting to, he chose the inconspicuous outfit. Jimin was nervously biting on his lip, when he thought about his confession and what had happened. Opening the heavy wooden box by his bed, Jimin took out the last red cloak he owned. Mumbling an apology under his breath for ruining his other one last night, Jimin wondered if his grandma would show him how to sow another one. With a smile, he made a note to visit her soon again but today he had someone else to visit.

The wolf.

And Namjoon.

It was second nature to Jimin to slip right through the village gates without being seen even in the broad daylight. Some didn’t even dare to look the way into the forest and the few that did always stayed close to the path and the village. Jimin didn’t.

The moment he couldn’t hear the faint noises from the market anymore, Jimin took a left turn, pulling his hood a little more into his face as he walked through the thicket. Jimin was walking for a while, before he stopped and the only thing he could hear was his heart beating roughly and the birds chirping around. This was the spot where he’d seen the wolf the most whenever he had crossed paths, but right now there was nothing but the sound of the leaves rustling beneath his feet whenever he moved. From where he stood, Jimin could see the path he usually walked on to get to his grandmother’s house and he smiled, thinking of how the wolf had seen him from here. Turning around, Jimin walked in a little deeper again, his hands nervously fiddling with his cloak. He couldn’t deny that he was still fearing that the wolf was maybe mad at him or wouldn’t want him to come back. He had been so furious last night, something that made Jimin shiver. Was it because of the full moon? Did it’s magic make him lose his mind? Could he be the beast after all? But then who attacked on every other night if it was only the full moon making the wolf rage? Jimin had so many questions and he feared that the wolf wouldn’t be able to answer them for him. And somewhere in the back, he was nervous to meet Namjoon a little later.

...

When he had everything prepared Namjoon decided to go search for some more berries for dessert because even though he had some potted fruits the freshest were always the best and he wanted the best for Jimin tonight. So, he took his little basket and a knife in case he found some mushrooms too and then went out to get some food for the both. Even though he could have smelled them better with a snout picking berries and collecting mushrooms was definitely a job for a human job - not considering the fact that he hated turning right after a full moon’s night because he was still aching. Probably not the best time to have sex with someone but he wouldn’t complain.

Meanwhile, Jimin was tired of searching, so instead of going deeper and potentially getting lost he just plopped down onto the meadow. With his red hood, he would be seen by the wolf quickly either way and since he knew who Jimin was he would come over.

Jimin was sure of that.

So, he waited, pulling his knees in and staring into the distance. Then he leaned back a little, bathing his face in the warmth of the sun rays peeking through the trees, before simply laying back down. A whine left his lips, when the wolf still hadn’t showed up anywhere near.

Namjoon had good ears no matter what form he was in so when he heard something like whining he immediately stood still and listened to find out who was making that noise. When he had made sure that he hadn’t misheard he followed the sound that seemed to grow louder by the minute, especially when he left the small pathways and got closer to a clearing. He saw red blinking through the last leaves shielding him from the clearing and his heart beat faster at the thought of a very special person that tended to wear red.

“J...Jimin?” The younger was laying on the grass, splayed out like a starfish and looked very unhappy. He didn’t look hurt but Namjoon couldn’t think of any other reason why he was laying down like this, so he carefully approach while asking, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Jimin startled a little, but the moment he recognized the voice his heart calmed, and he propped himself up on his elbows, before turning to look at Namjoon.

“You’re not the wolf,” Jimin whined with pursed lips, not being able to deny that his heart nonetheless jumped a little at the prospect of seeing Namjoon earlier than expected. “I’m fine. I was just waiting…and I don’t like waiting.”

That statement was absolutely wrong and yet it had Namjoon holding his breath.

“That’s...uhm, very perceptive of you?” He answered insecurely and then sat down beside him while putting the basket behind his back so Jimin couldn’t see what he had already gathered. “That sounds like you two had a date. Did he stood you up, the wolf?” He teased him lightly. He wondered why Jimin would think that the wolf would be here now.

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, suddenly feeling a little childish to think that the wolf might have understood him. But he had been so sure last night, when their gazes met that he did. That he knew that Jimin was talking to him and that he understood him – somehow.

“Maybe I did.” A grin appeared on his lips and Jimin nudged Namjoon’s side, “Are you jealous?”

Namjoon leaned in with a smile as if he was sharing a secret. “Do I have to be? Did you kiss him too? Did you get wet, fishy snout kisses from the wolf?”

Jimin cocked up an eyebrow at Namjoon’s teasing, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “It’s your lucky day, since I only kiss handsome strangers living in the forest.” He leaned in, breath fanning over Namjoon’s lips right before he pulled away again with a giggle, leaving the other to almost fall over. “If the wolf doesn’t want me, will you take me with you then?”

“Of course! You can come with me, but I need to pick a few more berries and mushrooms or else we will have a very small dinner tonight. I didn’t want you to see but if it means that I can take you home sooner than expected I’ll even share my favorite spots with you.”

Jimin’s eyes widened and something pulled at his heartstrings. “You prepared dinner?” When Namjoon nodded and held out his hand, Jimin almost fell over his own feet as he stumbled forward to intertwine their fingers. Once again, noticing how perfectly his small hand fitted into his – like a lock into a keyhole.

The wolf was long forgotten while he was with Namjoon, listening attentively whenever he told him something about poisonous berries and helping him pick as much as he could. He sneakily ate a few, tinting his lips a little more red but the berries were just too sweet to resist. Namjoon could understand the notion. To him, Jimin was just too sweet too resist as well so in the end both their lips were tinted red. They were happy and giggly when he opened the door to his home where they put their edible treasures on the table. Despite them being a distraction to each other they had gathered a full course meal and Namjoon couldn’t wait to prepare it and then share it with his lovely visitor. “Do you want something to drink? I have tea, I have elderberry juice, I even have some self-made liquors if you want to go there.” He mainly did them for fun or to exchange them for other goods because he lost control enough every month he didn't need to soften his control at other times through alcohol, but he didn’t mind others enjoying it.

Jimin was getting more and more nervous, trying to hide it with a smile but somehow it was making him a lot shyer than usually was. So, he nodded as an answer, quickly realizing that Namjoon had given him multiple options. “J-just water, please.” He bit his lip, glad when he handed him the cup and he could pretend to be busy with drinking. While preparing the meal, Jimin was quiet, humming his responses and avoiding Namjoon’s gazes a few more times than he usually did but he was just so god damn nervous and whenever he looked at him from this closely his heart did this thing and Jimin felt absolutely breathless.

So, he quickly took the opportunity to gather some flowers from outside, leaving the rest to Namjoon, so he could take a deep breath and his time with picking the most beautiful ones. Jimin hadn’t known about the candles or anything else that Namjoon had prepared, so when he stood by the door again, flowers in hand, he was just staring blankly ahead with his mouth open.

It was Namjoon’s time to get a little shy. He had no practice with decorating so when Jimin stared he wasn’t sure if it was a good surprise or if the other was just weirded out by it.

He had lit all the candles, but the candle holders didn’t match and for the last one he had just stuck it to a piece of wood with melted wax to keep it from falling over. He had kept some of the branchlets and pretty berries to place them around the candles and had braided some plant stems into some sort of pleated wreath to finish it off. “I know it’s not like.. how you’re used to it, in the village. I know they have much more pretty stuff, but I hope it’s nice and you like it.. a little. If not I can take it off the table it’s not like it’s special or anything I just.. wanted it to be …something nice for you.” He awkwardly managed to say, waiting tensely for Jimin’s reply.

“H-how I am used to it?” Jimin came closer, reaching out for Namjoon to hug him tight and hide his face with it. “It is special to me, more than that…no one has ever…,” He whispered, hugging Namjoon a little tighter before he turned in his hold and placed the flowers in the small vase. He didn’t need to tell Namjoon about how he had never been on a date before, nor how Honsung had never cooked and if he did something wrong was most likely punished with a slap to his face. It wasn’t often anymore that Jimin did something for Honsung either. He had tried to make his day a little brighter, to cheer him up and make him less agitated and with that wanted to make his own evening less stressful. But Honsung hadn’t even glanced at the flowers, giving them an uncaring shrug before taking the food. Jimin had stopped caring either. Just sometimes for himself he brought a few fresh flowers and placed them onto his table.

Seeing Jimin happy was definitely worth it to feel insecure and so he prepared the plates with equal creativity, arranging the hot mushrooms and the herbal salad and the berries in a way he hoped Jimin would like. When they sat down it was quiet for a while, Jimin savoring the taste of his meal and Namjoon watching Jimin while almost forgetting to eat himself. Only the growling of his stomach reminded him to fill it before his cocked meal got cold. No matter how much he liked mushrooms though Jimin was like the tastier thing in his sight right now.

Jimin couldn’t help but giggle, when he noticed how Namjoon took a small bite from his meal, when he clearly wanted to dive in. It was obvious that usually Namjoon didn’t have to care about manners at all but with him around he wanted to try. Jimin felt touched and the nervousness only grew.

Did it mean as much to Namjoon as it did for him? Jimin peeked over to him when he had finished, hands folded in his lap as he nervously tugged at his shirt. He felt awkwardly out of his depth right now, not really sure what he should do next and his heart was beating so loudly that he was sure Namjoon could hear it.

Jimin finished his plate and ate the whole dessert that he had prepared so Namjoon took that as a good sign that Jimin wasn't just smiling from politeness but because he actually enjoyed the food. After he had offered him another glass of water and juice that the other declined there was nothing left to do but the dishes - and what Jimin had initially come for. “If you want to you can take a breath of fresh air outside while I do the dishes and see if you can watch some bats hunting for moths. Or you can rest if you’d prefer that.”

Jimin just nodded a little dazed and stumbled outside of the cottage. He hadn’t taken his coat with him, nor anything else, so he was shivering the moment he stepped outside. The sun was setting low over the lake, dipping it into beautiful colors but Jimin couldn’t really enjoy it while his mind was spiraling, and his nervousness was only heightening. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the sudden hands rubbing up and down his arms were making him jump in surprise and Jimin blinked out of his stupor. The sun was gone and there were actually bats circling the early night air. “He will kill me,” It was so quickly spoken that Jimin wasn’t sure if Namjoon even understood what he had just said. “If he finds out, he will kill me and yet, I want to be so selfish and be with you. I want him to see I was yours and if only for a night.” Jimin leaned against Namjoon, knowing that he would be safe to do so. He wouldn’t get pushed away, like so many times Honsung had done. “It feels so right to be with you.”

Namjoon immediately took his hands off Jimin, stumbling back. “What did you just say?” He had no idea what Jimin was talking about but ‘killing’ was understandably a sore spot for him. At first he thought Jimin might be talking about the wolf - that he was scared after all after meeting him during a full moon - but then Jimin spoke further and it didn’t make any sense anymore before it finally clicked. “Are you talking about.. your fiancé? Is he a violent person?”

Jimin averted his gaze and bit down his lip as he tried to avoid to spill too much or make Namjoon worry about him, but his silence told Namjoon enough. “I am just scared about so many things that I don’t understand,” He took a step closer to Namjoon, hoping he wouldn’t back off. Slowly, Jimin reached out for Namjoon, letting his hand soothe up Namjoon’s chest. “What’s the worst he can do? He doesn’t care about me and he will take the first opportunity to throw me out into the forest on a full moon anyways. I don’t belong to him anyways.”

“So - throwing you out would be his method of killing? You are sure he wouldn’t do anything else? Like hurt you. Or kill you himself? Shouldn’t he... I mean... why are you promised to each other if he would push you away that easily?” He couldn’t just let it go that easily. If what they were doing put Jimin at risk of dying then he wasn’t up for it!

Jimin was nervously chewing on his bottom lip as he shrugged his shoulders. “He does it all the time when I don’t listen to the rules of the village. Hurt me, I mean. And Honsung, we’ve been promised the day my mother…” Jimin sighed, taking in a deep breath before he spilled it all, “She was condemned of being a witch and to be in contact with the wolf and it’s evil. My mother had cried at the wolf’s death, while others celebrated but she couldn’t stop it. I tried to calm her, but she cried as if she had lost a friend…a lover…and people turned it against her.” There were no tears in his eyes when Jimin told Namjoon everything, just his fingers were trembling, “They said I would be promised as the only one who survived the wolf’s and witches fangs to be forever in the care of the hunter and therefore his son. So, no evil could spread within me. As they would protect me.” Jimin chuckled low, “Maybe I am the beast?”

Namjoons eyes widened. “No...” His voice gave out as he turned his head away to not let Jimin see how he was fighting the tears. He knew that his mum had been close to someone from the village and he had been pretty sure that it had been Jimin’s mum because - like Jimin - she had a reason to visit the forest. But he had thought that after his mum died she didn’t want to come and now learning that they killed her for being kindhearted enough to cry for his mum broke his heart. Quickly he wiped over his eyes, trying not to show how much it hurt him to learn the truth. This wasn’t about him, it was Jimin’s story and he would deal with his pain another time. He took the boy’s hands in his and squeezed them gently. “I’m so sorry, Jimin, so very sorry that fear and stupidity made the villagers do those… horrible things and hurt you like this.”

“I’m okay. I remember her lovingly,” The words were over his lips a lot easier than he would have thought, but seeing Namjoon aching and feeling his pain, was only making this harder for him and it was still the truth. Jimin didn’t want to remember the pain, but all the good things she had given him.

“I want to be yours, Namjoon.” Jimin stepped closer, hands wandering up his neck and his fingertips were soothing over his soft skin. “I don’t want anyone else to have me but you, because…” A smile played at his lips and his heart was beating so hard against his chest, that he knew Namjoon must feel it with the way he was leaning against him. “This is where I need to be. She told me not to be afraid of the wolf, so I strayed away from the path and found you. Don’t let me go, please.”

“I’m… I’m not planning to.” His throat still felt constricted as he hugged Jimin back, trying to keep the younger from hurting even though he knew that there were already scars on Jimin’s heart that he couldn’t heal. “You don’t have to go back, you know? You could just... stay in the forest. They might think the wolf killed you. Why did you never move in with your grandma before?”

Jimin blinked at Namjoon unbelieving of what he offered him. “I…I wanted to, but she told me not to leave until I knew.” With a chuckle, he traced a finger over Namjoon’s cheeks softly admiring his features under the moonlight. “I don’t know what she means by that and no matter how many times I asked she just told me the same thing again. She refused to let me stay until I do.” He smiled, thinking of his loving grandma, who was the kindest person he’d ever met and although she had pushed him out each day to be back by dawn in the village, Jimin loved her dearly. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Until you know?” He was thankful to Jimin’s grandma to keep his secret because he was certain that she knew who he was even though they didn’t talk much. She wouldn’t make her grandson find out and get him in danger, would she? Sometimes the truth was the most dangerous thing you could get. “I... I do. But I don’t want to go against your grandma’s wishes. She must have a reason why she thinks you’re safer in the village, right?”

Or to be more honest: He wanted Jimin to stay but was scared about him finding out if he would.

Jimin shivered and although he stayed close to Namjoon right now, it wasn’t close enough to keep him entirely warm in the cold night’s air. “But what about what I want?” He couldn’t help but feel teary-eyed, when Namjoon told him to go back and crashing the hope that had just gleamed within him that he could stay with him. “M-maybe if she knows that I could be with you?” Jimin asked with a shaky voice, “Then she would know that I am safe. And…and I don’t want to be with him. I love you, Namjoon. I want to be yours, please.”

The last thing he wanted was to make Jimin cry, so he gave in. “Okay then... let’s just ask her, okay? We can go there, together and I can officially ask her for your hand. Like... you villagers do right? And if she’s okay with you living with me then you won’t ever have to worry about your fiancé again. We can make something up. You were eaten by the wolf. Or drowned in the lake. Whatever works best. You just… can’t go back to the village then. So, you might want to think about it. About all the people you won’t meet again or the things you love that you can’t get here. I can only provide you with what the forest gives me.”

“M-my hand?” Jimin’s heart took a leap and with it (and a joyful giggle), he jumped right into Namjoon’s arms, kissing him. It was like his mind and heart were through a storm and now it had calmed down, because with Namjoon it was where he wanted to be. “I belong to you, Namjoon. I don’t need to think about it. It’s you that I want. My path leads to you and only you.” He smiled against his lips and with another little jump, Jimin wrapped his legs around Namjoon’s waist, knowing that he would catch him.

“Don’t jump me like that - who knows if I’ll catch you.” Namjoon teased him lightly, while the wolf in him enjoyed the playfulness. He wanted to playfight with Jimin, roll in the sheets, see who would be able to get the upper hand but he would try and be gentle with Jimin this time.

Because he wasn’t sure if the younger could handle his wolfishness just yet.

A/N: Oh, someone is in love and ready to give up everything ;) But is it the right thing to do? To trust the big bad wolf ;)

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intoanothermind · 5 years

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Beta - Stiles Stilinski

Word count: 1.8K

- Stiles Stilinski x reader

Masterlist

Kind of part 1

Kind of part 3

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PROLOGUE

If I said it was easy, I would be lying. It hurt to see Stiles like that and to think that maybe we couldn't save him practically tore my heart out of my chest. He always felt inferior because he was basically the only human, but what he never knew was how important his humanity was to me. He was what kept me human, who kept me from becoming the monster that I am really inside. So seeing Stiles possessed by Nogitsune and with great chances of dying was not being my favorite time. I could remember really well when he had been tested at the hospital a few weeks ago - I remember the despair I had felt about the possibility that perhaps Stiles would have the same illness that had taken his mother.

SCENE ONE

When Scott released Stiles from the hug, my only reaction was to throw myself into his arms.

"It will be all right, Stilinski." I assured him, whispering in his ear.

Stiles held me a little tighter in his arms.

"You know it's not as easy." He muttered, burying his face in my neck. "A lot can change after I get out of here."

I turned away from him and studied his visibly tired face.

“You're right.” I muttered, and Stiles watched my face as if to read my thoughts. "I may not have a chance to do this again."

Stiles frowned and I noticed his wide eyes seconds before I held his face in my hands and pushed our lips together. Just by feeling him froze, I could say I would regret - but I would never lie about that. I heard Stiles's heart racing at the same pace as mine as he squeezed my waist and I put my arms around his shoulder. We deepened the kiss, and although it was not a good time, it was something I had dreamed of since falling in love with my best friend - unfortunately more or less at the same time he fell in love with Lydia. When I parted from him, I kept my eyes closed, still tasting his lips and afraid of his reaction.

"Y/N, I ..." he began to say, and I opened my eyes, realizing how astonished he looked. And hearing Scott's laugh, silent in human ears, didn't help me at all.

“Sorry, it was a mistake.” I said, turning away from him almost in despair. "II shouldn't ..." I started to stutter, and all I wanted to do was run, which didn't help my Beta position.

When I tried to get rid of his arms, Stiles pulled me against him and sealed our lips again, which made me relax immediately. Stiles held my arms, as if to keep me from running away.

"Now that this has happened, I won't let you get away anytime soon."

I smiled faintly, kissing his lips and then hugging him. He squeezed me in his arms. I hardly cared, since his strength could barely be compared to mine. I followed Scott out of the resonance room, but I felt that my heart stayed inside.

SCENE TWO

Groaning at the pain, I spun on the living room couch and reached for the phone on the coffee table. When I saw the name on the screen, I wanted to break the device in my hands.

“What do you want?” I growled as soon as I answered.

“Jeez, calm down, Y/N!” I rolled my eyes at Stiles's voice. "I'm bored and wanted to know if you were home for me to go there."

As soon as I heard what he said, I grunted,

"If you show up here, I'll tear your eyes out with my claws."

Stiles muttered something, but with the pain I felt, I could barely reason to hear him, even with the over-hearing I had.

""The full moon is still far away, there's no need to be aggressive like that." I whimpered a little, and he remained silent for a few seconds before gasping, as if he were having an incredible discovery. “Are you on your period?!”

It was my turn to remain silent.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“What?! Stiles, no ...!” - but he had already hung up.

Damn it!, I thought. It could be Stiles, but I didn't care. I didn't want to see anyone at that moment. I lay down for several minutes still, until I realized that Stiles lives practically beside me and had no reason to take twenty minutes. When the doorbell rang, I swore I would rip off anyone's head.

"I said you weren't supposed to come." I grumbled as soon as I saw Stiles on the other side of the door. "You know I want to beat you, don't you?"

Stiles grinned, as if expecting it.

"I know you'll change your mind when you see what I brought." He teased, lifting the bag in his hand.

I took it quickly and analyzed its contents. All Star Wars series and vanilla ice cream. I turned my gaze to Stiles, a smile on my lips so big it could tear them apart.

“I think you'll like it too.” He took the hand that was hidden behind his back and I saw the little red packet.

“Kit Kat?!” I exclaimed, still smiling.

“Three, actually.” He smiled too, twirling his fingers to show the hidden packages.

I jumped into his arms immediately, kissing his lips over and over. Stiles laughed as he wrapped my legs around his waist to balance me better.

“Your eyes are shining.” He commented as he watched my face, looking concerned about what he found. “They are oranges.”

I didn't worry about that.

"It usually happens when I'm with you." I muttered, and he flashed a beautiful smile before kissing me again.

Our tongues battled for space and in the end none won. We just stood there enjoying each other and I did my best to savor his taste. After all the worrying about Nogitsune taking over my boyfriend's body, we deserved a time for ourselves.

I moaned and whimpered when I felt excruciating pain in the side of my belly.

“Does it hurt?” He walked away and asked, worried.

“Just a little.” I answered, fake smiling at the intention to calm him down. "Wow, that's even worse when I'm a werewolf."

Stiles began to move, carrying me towards the couch. He laid me down carefully and left me as he put the first film in and took two spoons. He returned after the kitchen with a glass of water and a pill in hand.

“What is it?” I asked, sitting with a little of difficulty from the pain.

“I called Lydia asking what was the best medicine and I went to the drugstore before coming here.” Stiles sat next to me and made me swallow the pill. “The situation was a bit awkward.”

I laughed as he shuddered, possibly remembering what might have been one of the most awkward moments of his life. Stiles snuggled us on the couch, lying behind me and leaning my body against his and my head against his shoulder. The ice cream lay on our lap and the chocolate was within my reach. Stiles clicked it to play and set me up better.

“I love that you like Star Wars.” He murmured against my ear before kissing my temple.

I laughed, grabbing another scoop of ice cream. "Lucky for me, don’t you think?"

"It is my luck that your cycle doesn’t coincide with the full moon." He grunted and I slapped his arm.

“Hey, it's not so bad!”

"Trust me on this, you look just like Peter." He paused. "Annoying and incredibly cruel."

I rolled my eyes but ended up laughing. We turned our attention back to the movie and I slowly realized that the fact that he was by my side had taken all my bad mood away.

EPILOGUE

“Stiles, give it up!” I muttered, completely annoyed.

"I'm almost done here, Y/N, and I'm not leaving Jeep here!" I heard his voice outside and sighed.

I quickly got out of the driver's seat and walked over to him. The hood was lifted and Stiles had a roll of duct tape in his hand, staring at the Jeep as if he had no idea what to do. I bet he really didn't know, since I only saw silver tape inside it.

“I would never ask to drop the Jeep, I love this Jeep!” I exclaimed, raising my hands in the air.

Stiles turned in surprise at me, flashing an enchanted smile at me. He looked at me like he had never seen me in his life. I could only laugh as I took the ribbon from his hand and closed the hood.

"Y/N, I need to..." he began to speak.

“Stilinski!” I exclaimed, holding her cheek with my free hand. "We'll call the mechanic after school and have everything repaired."

“Y/N, you know I have no money.” He grunted.

I smiled mischievously. “Who says you will pay?”

He was about to argue, but I soon stopped him.

“I will pay. Don't worry about it, I have enough.”

Stiles grinned and lifted me off the floor as his lips attacked mine in a fierce kiss. His hands pinned me by the hips, joining my body with his as much as I could. We broke apart for breathlessness minutes later. Stiles intertwined our fingers as we walked toward our first day of school last year.

"I was thinking..." Stiles commented, and I noticed his nervousness as his hand tightened on mine and I smelled it from him. ”When we were putting our names on the shelves ... I want the plan to work and ... Have you chosen the university?”

Despite the confusion in the words, I understood perfectly what he meant.

“It doesn't matter which one I go to.” He looked confused at me. "You go where you think you should go, and I will just go with you."

I knew he intended to argue and to say that I should do whatever I wanted. But that was the point - I was already doing. The Stilinski were the only ones who helped me after my parents' accident. And now I had a pack. They were my family. So I understood Stiles's plan. I would help him and do my best to do so and keep our family together.

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thedarksideofriverdale · 5 years

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In Unity, There Is Strength (Riverdale AU - Kurtz X OC) Part 7

Masterlist Guide to Creatures and Characters Meet the OC, Zara

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A/N: This part is wild, but I needed more supernatural goodness, so enjoy!

“I’m not going to school today,” Zara said, sitting on her sleeping bag with her head held down. Kurtz, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at the girl’s back without saying anything. He heard her heartbeat racing, and that was a clear enough indication that she felt uncomfortable around him. His ears picked up the noise of the front door opening and closing, and realized that the deputy had left.

He then packed up his books and left the house. After seeing him cross the road, Zara started breathing heavily which eventually led to her crying. Not tears of sadness... no, but of fear. She always knew the risk associated with being a part of a werewolf pack, and she was always in dangerous situations. But, last night was different.

She gave a small chuckle. I actually thought I could change this maniac, she thought. What scared her was the fact that the one time she tried to fix something, someone, supernatural without the rest of the pack, it blowed up on her face.

After sulking for awhile, Zara looked up at her clock, her vision blurry from the tears trapped in her eyes. She made out the time to be just before first period, so she grabbed her phone from the desk and called Archie. “Come on, pick up-“

“Hello? Zara, where are you?” Archie asked from the other end.

“I’m at home... I couldn’t come to school. I’m a bit out of it today,” Zara said quietly.

“Zara, did something happen? Was it Kurtz?”

Zara choked out a sob, holding the phone away from her face so that Archie wouldn’t hear. Clearing her throat, she replied, “Yes, it was Kurtz. I don’t think I’m changing him by letting him stay with me. I know that wasn’t the plan in the first place; it was just a deal, but I thought if I made him better, he’d be able to join the pack and give you some power against Hiram. But... it’s all gone to shit, Arch.”

Archie was silent on the other end, and then, the bell rang in the background. “Listen, Zara. We’re gonna talk later, okay? Just remember, you didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t blame yourself.” The call cut off, and Zara set her phone back down on the desk after she sent a quick text to her mom that she wasn’t feeling well and to call the school, to which her mother responded with a simple ‘okay.’

She laid back down on her sleeping bag and stared up at the ceiling. Moping around wasn’t doing any good- no, she needed to do something with the time she had today. Even if Archie said it was okay, she knew it wasn’t. She had to redeem herself in his eyes. Getting up quickly with a new found motivation, she slipped out of her room with a plan. The plan: solve the case.

“Has anyone seen Zara today?” Jughead asked, setting his lunch tray down before sitting down at a table with the rest of the pack.

Cheryl, who was staring at her reflection through her makeup compact, looked up at Jughead with a tight smile on her face. “Does it look like I keep tabs on the sad human nerd of the pack?” she asked, and Toni hit her arm lightly at the jab. Archie inhaled deeply when he heard the word sad.

Jughead rolled his eyes and then saw Archie’s worried face across from him. “What is it, Archie?”

Archie, who was caught off guard, looked at Jughead with wide eyes. But, he cleared his throat and said, “I didn’t want to tell you guys but... Zara’s been on her own ‘private mission’ if you want to look at it that way. She would get information from a vital source if she did a favor for this ‘informer.’ But, the informer wasn’t what she thought, so she’s having a bit of a mental crisis and needed a break.”

Jughead hated the ambiguous response, but took it nonetheless because he respected his alpha. The others looked ready to question Archie as well, but held it in. And, it wasn’t like Archie didn’t want to tell his pack, but he respected Zara’s decision to keep it discrete. Eventually, everyone went back to the regular lunchtime banter, but Zara was still on their minds.

Meanwhile, the sad human nerd in question was walking through the woods with a manila folder with the word confidential written in red in her hand. The first sacrifice, the history teacher, happened in a clearing in the woods, the very clearing Zara was standing in. Well, the police report didn’t say the murder happened here but rather the body was found here. His body could’ve been placed in the clearing after he was murdered, Zara thought.

“The body was found on the ground, faced down, blood oozing out of it from the open chest cavity. But, why? Why would the killer put the body faced down? Usually, killers like relishing in their crimes and try to show it off to the police as much as possible, but this one was different. This killer felt... guilty? However, sacrifices are meant to be glorious; the society that partakes in them owns the fact that it is part of their culture,” she said to herself.

Just then, the loud crunch of leaves to her left side made Zara jump and yell out, “Hello?!” No response. Zara breathed loudly out of anxiety. “Come on, Zara. Be brave,” she muttered as she steadied her breath. Rounding her shoulders back, she went towards the source of the noise.

Over at Riverdale High, Cheryl was feeling uneasy. “Guys, something’s wrong. I’m getting the stupid supernatural ‘tingly’ feeling.”

Before the others could question her, a certain black clothed omega approached the table and said, “If the banshee feels uneasy, it doesn’t bode well.” The others looked at him inquisitively, while Archie glared at him. “There’s going to be another dead body. Did you sense them before?”

Cheryl nodded and said, “But, I knew nothing about them. Like when it was going to happen. I never sensed anything; I just screamed after their death. This feels different. Like-“

“A death is about to happen,” Jughead said solemnly. Betty stared at him wide-eyed and got up quickly from the table. “Betty, we don’t know anything. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, Juggie. But, we can’t just sit here when a person is about to die! Cheryl, you need to come with me so we can track them. I know your senses are going to be heightened the closer we get to the source. Come on,” Betty said, motioning Cheryl to get up. The banshee complied, and the two ran out of the cafeteria. Toni ran out soon after them.

After looking at each other for awhile, the pack followed the three girls with Kurtz in tow.

“Anything, Cheryl?” Jughead asked after getting out of Betty’s car. Then, Kurtz’s car came to park next to them near the woods. And soon after came Reggie with Moose.

The two cousins with Toni, already standing outside, were looking around the edge of the woods. “I know it’s something in here, but I have no direction,” Cheryl said with hint of worry in her voice. Then, she decided that staying out of the woods wouldn’t work and started walking forward.

Toni yelled out at her, but the banshee kept walking. The others followed her, but with tentative steps. Sure, they had supernatural powers, but it didn’t mean there were no risks. “I need to tell Daddy about this,” Veronica said, pulling out her phone. Archie put his hand on her wrist and shook his head.

“The last thing we need is hunters making the murderer go crazy and sacrificing the victim quicker. We have to be stealthy about this,” Archie said. Veronica wanted to fight his response, but a part of her knew that Archie was right.

The forest parted into a clearing, the same clearing Zara had come across. Except now, there was no one in sight. Just a manila folder on the ground. “It’s something here,” Cheryl whispered. She started circling the clearing, the others looking at her. Before she could speak, a loud scream was heard in the distance. Archie and the rest of the wolves took off running towards the noise. “It’s Zara,” Kurtz said, running next to Archie. And then, the omega ran ahead of him.

What he saw made his blood boil. Zara was tied to a tree with a thin piece of wire dangerously tight against her neck. A hooded figure was pulling that wire tighter against her neck. Claws sprang out of Kurtz’s hands, and his face began transforming.

He grabbed the hooded figure by the throat in a flash, but the man was strong. Supernaturally strong. Moving Kurtz’s hand off his throat, he kicked the wolf in the shin and then punched him across the face. But then, Archie grabbed the man by the arms and held him steady, the power of an alpha being unmatched. Reggie ran up to Zara and cut the wire with his claw. The girl began coughing, and Reggie went around the tree to untie her. When she began to fall forward, Kurtz ran to catch her.

But, Jughead came and took her out of his arms quickly. Kurtz, looking at them for a minute, turned his attention now to the sacrificer. Not changing back to his human form, he marched forward and grabbed the cloak hood off the person’s head. What he saw was a stranger, not Hiram Lodge. He tilted his head, wondering who he could be.

“I don’t know him,” Kurtz said to Archie, and Archie responded, “Me neither.”

Jughead, still holding on to Zara, asked, “Why were you trying to sacrifice Zara? She doesn’t fit your pattern.”

The man chuckled darkly. “My pattern? Oh no, I work for the Dark Lord. This girl was snooping around too much, and the Lord told me to get rid of her. She’s just a girl who knows too much.”

Then, Archie asked, “What are you? To be able to overpower a werewolf?”

“The Dark Lord grants us powers. If I had killed the bitch, he would’ve given me more.”

Kurtz’s eyes glowed a brighter blue. Gritting his teeth and with his claws still out, he slashed the man’s neck before anyone could stop him. Archie, now back to his human form, stared at the body with wide eyes. Realizing his hands were on a dead body, he let it go quickly. “Dude, what the hell? We could’ve gotten more information from him!” Archie exclaimed as he went to punch Kurtz, but Reggie and Moose held him back.

With a dead expression in his eyes, Kurtz said, “He was pissing me off.”

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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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Batboys x Reader - “A Haunting Case Resurfacing On Halloween Night”

The boys agree to go trick or treating with you since it would be your first time. However, when numerous police officers are called to the outskirts of the city, the boys have to dig deeper into the mystery, leaving you to celebrate Halloween alone. What happens when the murders come your way and the boys become more and more distressed from the information they uncover following the murderer’s past?

A/N: Art found on Pinterest, credits to the author because I can’t find the source! Based off/ Implemented Halloween 2018 into it lol. I also want to thank the two anons that helped me! Even if I didn’t use all your ideas, they gave me so much inspiration!

Warning: A lot of violence and gore (in the second part especially), basically, if you’ve watched any decent horror movie like Halloween, Friday the 13th or even Scream you’re good!

"Guys please, I've never gone trick or treating here!" (Y/N) whined.

"Aren't you too old to be doing that?" Damian grumbled. Dick gasped dramatically.

"You can never be too old for Halloween," He scoffed. Jason rolled his eyes at the interaction, continuing to read the Stephen King book he started yesterday.

"Fine!" Tim grumbled, "we'll take you to Halloween."

"Um, hello, you are both the same age, your elders are supposed to decide that!" Jason mumbled from behind his book.

"And who are our elders?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. Jason smirked and sent a wink the girl's way.

"Dick and I are, mainly me because-"

"Jason no, that's not even a valid reason!" Dick scoffed.

*****

After much persuasion, you managed to drag Dick as a vampire, Jason as Jason Voorhees, Tim as.... you can't tell what it's supposed. He keeps saying he looks like a witch but it's too similar to Harry Potter. The boys agree with you but Tim keeps denying it for some reason that you will not be looking into.

Somehow, you also managed to stuff Damian into a werewolf suit.

You negotiated with him that he could put a face mask on if he would keep the costume on him. The two elder boys decided to take you guys to the outskirts of Gotham since the atmosphere might have been more pleasurable since it would have been your first time celebrating in Gotham. Dick patiently waited in his police car.

"Did your boss seriously agree that you could use your car on a break?" Jason grumbled, leaning against the window as he took a drag from his cigarette.

"No, but, that's the only car I have at the moment. And stop smoking, there are kids around." Dick slapped his brother's shoulder lightly.

[x]

"Okay, okay, I'll stop after I finish this one," He grumbled, groaning as he looked out of the open window, "I'm bored, when is this over, oh- I know, I'll call Roy to dress up as Freddy Krueger so we can scare the shit out of kids together," The younger man chuckled, taking his phone out.

"Jason no!" Dick scolds, pulling the phone out of his hand, "you're not terrifying kids half to death,"

"But it's fun!" He whined.

"No!"

"Fine, I'll listen to the radio then!" Jason muttered, reaching towards the dashboard and switching it on lazily before relaxing on the seat. He released yet another groan, waving at (Y/N) from a distance house as Tim and Damian followed close behind.

~We've received multiple complaints of violence in the eastern outskirts of the city, any neighbouring officers are demanded to be on scene ASAP~

Both brothers looked at each other with wide eyes, knowing exactly what each was thinking.

"This is bad." Dick nodded.

"Very very bad," Jason agreed.

"I mean we can't just..ditch them..." Dick mumbled.

~Officer down, we need all available units now!~

"Jason, call Tim, we're going!" The eldest started the car, turning on the sirens and racing down the road "Our... other outfits are in the trunk, we can put them on later" The former Robin informed, keeping his calm despite the unpredictability of the situation.

******

"Damian, I need you and Tim up here right now!!" Dick yelled through the phone. Damian groaned, agreeing and hanging up the phone. He nodded as his brother as he looked back to (Y/N).

"Look, (Y/N), we're so so sorry for ditching you on your first Halloween here but we really need to go," Tim stared at her with apologetic eyes.

"Yeah, whatever, have fun," She grumbled frustratedly, watching the pair run off, eyes filled with regret. She shook her head, getting rid of the various emotions that had surfaced within her as her friends left her on her special day.

The girl decided she would make the most of it. It was getting late, only a few children had gone off the street and back home.

But the ambience hadn't faltered in the slightest. The street lamps illuminated the streets. She grinned as she got candy from a small area of houses, eating a few as she walked through a particularly dark area to the next set of houses.

She wasn't too preoccupied with the darkness. But she wasn't alert either. And given what was happening at this moment in time, she really should have been more aware, especially towards the set of eyes that were staring directly at her from the darkness.

******* "This is very haunting!" Red Robin stated through the intercom as he and Red Hood browsed through information about the murderer online.

"Yeah, it is," Dick mumbled through him, walking through the house with two other officers. He winced as his eyes locked with a woman's body that was gruesomely covered in blood.

~The target seems to be moving east according to the increasing reports of violence~

Dick's eyes widen as the radio buzzed on his chest.

"Did you guys here that?" He muttered, walking further into the house as one of the officers searched the gardens and the other crept up the stairs to the first floor.

"Yes, he's heading straight to (L/N)'s area," Robin muttered from the roof, gazing around the house under his Robin's hood.

"I'm heading there right now!" Red Hood informed.

"Without a car? I'm coming with!" Dick whispered before speaking louder, "I'm heading out for the recent events," he held upon the staircase, waiting to hear the officer's understanding. He heard a small mutter and raced out to his car, glancing up at the two figures on a neighbouring house.

"Stay safe," Red Hood grumbled to his younger brother before jumping down, getting in the passenger seat of Dick's police car as the eldest started the car and raced off once again.

******

The girl kept walking on the kerb and walking up to the first house she stumbled upon in the new area. Strangely enough, there was no one around, it almost seemed like all life had vanished but left everything intact. Brushing her intrusive thoughts away, she knocked on the door with a huge grin.

"Trick or treat!" She said cheerfully. No answer. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly before knocking again and placing her ear against the door. Still no answer. Weird, the lights were on!

"Umm, hello?" She asked, accidentally opening the seemingly-unlocked door. A small gasp escaped her lips in surprise as she peeked inside.

"Um hello? anyone?" She questioned, her voice coming out as barely a whisper as her gut was screaming at her to turn back and run. From what? She didn't know... yet.

******

"Where is she?" Jason grunted, scanning the number of kids that were running all over the place they were at earlier.

"I can't see her either!" Dick breathed out.

"What if she got sick of this place and trick or treated somewhere else?" Jason stared at him through his helmet.

"Shit, she either went north or south at that intersection a few meters away, we went past it!" The former Robin groaned, turning the engine on. They drove there, stopping in the middle and staring each way.

"Where do we-"

"No, we split up, we can't take the chances with a psycho out there, you take that way, I'll run this way!" Jason pointed in each direction. Dick nodded, instantly feeling the pressure. The second eldest started taking his gun out to run more easily. He turned back to his brother as he felt his hand clasp on his shoulder.

"Bring her back safe little bird," Dick ordered in a disturbingly calm voice, eyes filled with worry and hope.

"Yeah," Jason breathed out, "you too!" The man nodded, getting out and already shooting down the road as fast as his legs would take him.

"Hello?" Tim's voice echoed in both their ears.

"Yeah?" Dick answered for the both of them as he manoeuvred his big car in the opposite direction of that of Jason.

"According to the documents, his name is Michael Myers. They were transferring him to another Mental Hospital where he would have been imprisoned for life for killing 5 people 15 years ago," Tim continued.

"Shit," Jason cursed out of breath, seeing the very dimly lit area of houses in the distance.

"Okay, Tim and Damian, I need you to get all the kids in the area cleared out right now," Dick ordered again, "we're on our way to find (Y/N)".

Part 2 coming on the 1st, let me know what you think about this so far!

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vixenmare · 5 years

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i made two moodboard for fanfiction

1. tomboy/reader ot charcter x Dom!Duncan

2.Werewolf!Duncan x little red ridding hood reader or chacter

read lot of amazing fanfiction and writters are so so talanted im sorry about my english its not my real langauge so i made lot of mitikes

bwt pictures from pinterest :3

i know its bad but my first moodboards

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itscanonfellas · 6 years

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When I See You

There’s something going around beacon Hill’s and it’s affecting the pack one by one. Brett is no exception.

Pairing: Nett (Nolan x Brett)

Rating: Explicit

Mentions of mpreg so might not be everyones cup of tea. Enjoy!

Nolan and Brett had been dating for a little over 4 months when a surprise rut strikes Brett. It is a new witch in Beacon Hills, one with a vendetta against Pretty boys – and girls, Brett supposes seeing as Lydia and Malia both get affected as well – and it hits the pack, hard.

First it’s Scott who gets hit; suddenly clinging to Isaac like a lifeline and refusing to allow anyone near him and as their Alpha, the pack just leave the pair be.

Then Derek starts to brood more, receding from pack meetings and staying well away until Stiles suddenly goes missing right alongside Derek. Malia assures them all that Stiles is fine and that if they know what’s best for them, they’ll all stay well away from the loft as they work through their issues.

Almost one by one this strange ailment picks off the pack. Malia goes home with Kira to study and they don’t come to school the day after, nor the following days. The twins disappear too with their significant others and Lydia all but drags Allison from a pack meeting much to the young hunters bewilderment.

They only really figure out what’s going on when Brett catches Liam and Theo in the parking lot after school. At first, he’d gone over to harass Liam and Theo because it’s almost comical the way the two react to Brett’s teasing. But then he notices Theo has Liam bent over the hood of his truck and, oh, he’s doing way more than teasing Liam who’s not saying anything to stop Theo anytime soon. Brett leaves fairly quickly after that.

He texts Liam who seems the most coherent of the two asking what the fuck is going on and eventually he gets a text back in the late hours of the night explaining it has something to do with the witch. They’ve caused something akin to a rut amongst certain members of the pack and that they can only let the possessive streak and heat ride its course per Deaton’s rather awkward explanation.

And that worries Brett because he feels it too. The need to be around Nolan at all times and keep what is his to himself increase almost tenfold and he’s terrified, because he doesn’t want to just pin Nolan to a nearby surface and take advantage of him. At least not without his permission.

And he tells Nolan as much when he makes the decision to chain himself up in his room. Lori makes herself scarce for the time being which is good, and Nolan listens intently as Brett explains what he’s doing “I’d help you through it, y’know” Nolan assures Brett even as he secures the chain keeping his left arm to the radiator.

There’s mountain ash around all the exits just to be sure and Brett smiles fondly at Nolan “I know you would” Brett coos “But not now, not yet”

Nolan nods, as if resigned before pulling Brett into one final kiss. Not a goodbye, just a promise.

The door slides shut with a click of the lock and Brett’s head hits the wall with a huff. This is going to be a long week.

Unsurprisingly, when his rut does hit, the chains are essentially paper to Brett who tears out of them with ease, but the mountain ash is what keeps Brett solidly grounded.

It hurts. It feels as though there’s a heat beneath his skin he can’t get to and all his body is screaming is that, Nolan is the cure to get rid of this horrid agony. Nolan, his mate, his little hunter who’s still in the house despite not being around Brett.

Brett can hear him pattering around the house; humming to himself and with him follows his sweet scent that hinders Brett’s addled brain more than helps.

Sometimes the sweet scent changes somewhat sour with distress or worry and it hurts Brett who can’t figure out why.

It’s only two days into the week – or is it 3? Brett isn’t sure – when the mountain ash barrier is broke. Brett wakes with a startle and recognises the change in the room almost immediately.

Sure enough, there’s a clear cut line straight through the mountain ash in the doorway and a sane part of Brett’s mind wonders if it’s possibly a trap.

But his instincts win out and Brett exits his room; trailing Nolan’s scent to discover where he is, but it’s difficult because Nolan’s scent is all over the house.

Eventually, Brett finds Nolan in the kitchen. He’s stripped down just to a large t-shirt and boxers and Brett realises with an involuntary growl that the t-shirt is his and the heat inside Brett increases tenfold.

Nolan turns to Brett with a small smile before holding open his arms for Brett who is quick to tuck himself against Nolan; pressing him against the counter and burying his nose into the soft locks atop Nolan’s head. “Brett?” Nolan whispers softly; stroking Brett’s back.

All he can do is rumble in response, too far gone for words but Nolan doesn’t seem to mind. He just coos Brett’s name as Brett presses Nolan further up against the counter until they’re almost eye to eye.

“Need-” he manages to get out but that seems to be as much as Brett can muster. He’s so on the brink he can barely think of anything but Nolan.

“It’s okay” Nolan soothes; pulling Brett into a lingering kiss “I’ll take care of you”

Brett let’s Nolan take control, which is something which surprises Brett because he hates feeling so vulnerable. But with Nolan, it’s different. He always has been.

Nimble hands fumble at Brett’s jeans before pushing them down; boxers following shortly after and, for a moment, Nolan takes his time brushing his fingertips against the head of Brett’s cock which is achingly hard and leaking already. Brett grumbles in frustration and jerks his hips to urge Nolan on and he snickers, but pulls away.

Nolan turns to face the counter and moving to grab something but Brett has other ideas. Instead, he pins Nolan to the counter with a grind of his hips; cock settling hot and heavy into the crease of Nolan’s cheeks; suddenly very angry there’s fabric preventing him from sliding into Nolan already.

Nolan awkwardly slides a hand behind himself to grasp at Brett’s dick, the angle is awkward but he’s not doing it to pleasure Brett, he’s spreading lube liberally over the shaft and, fuck the sensation feels nice and Brett welcomes the almost too tight grip around him but he wants something more.

It’s a dirty tactic but Brett decides, fuck it, and tears Nolan’s boxers directly down the seam and they slide away easy enough. Nolan makes a huff of annoyance but Brett isn’t fazed. He’ll forgive him.

Meanwhile Brett has exactly what he wants. With Nolan lay sprawled on the counter, almost on his tip toes, it gives Brett the perfect view of his perky little ass. Brett lifts Nolan’s left thigh ever so slightly and Nolan doesn’t fight it allowing Brett to expose his lube soaked hole.

Fuck had he prepared this?

“Brett?” Nolan. Sweet, beautiful Nolan, his boyfriend, his mate, remains perfectly submissive beneath Brett as his boyfriend all but mounts him right there on the kitchen counter; cock nestled between his cheeks.

His body trembles and Brett’s body covers his own, hands entwined tightly as Brett ruts against him once, twice, three time before, finally, Brett’s cockhead breaches Nolan and he slides in with a long thrust.

Beneath Brett, Nolan’s body tenses up at the intrusion despite expecting it and he lets out a strangled whimper into the laminate surface. He’s breathing heavily through his mouth as he spasms around Brett.

Brett himself is having the time of his life. He presses his nose up against Nolan’s neck and inhales deeply, a content rumble settling deep in his chest as he tries to press in as deeply as Nolan’s body will allow; hips pressing forward until Nolan is almost off the kitchen floor and relying solely on Brett to keep him up.

They take it slow, well as slowly as Brett’s lust hazed mind will allow and a part of him knows Nolan’s in discomfort and he hates being the cause, but Nolan’s heat is so welcoming Brett can’t help himself. He’s only just gotten a taste and he’s addicted.

It isn’t long before Nolan’s groans of distress melt into moans of pleasure, his grip on Brett’s fingers loosening until he’s meeting Brett’s thrusts almost every time. “S’ good” Nolan drawls out and Brett can’t help but agree, hips moving almost on autopilot as his pace quickens and all he can do is press kisses to the skin exposed by the wide collared t-shirt.

Brett has slept with countless others before, he isn’t necessarily proud of his abundance of lovers – especially the rumours Nolan had heard, spurred from his escapades – but it is fun to tease Liam and Mason about; especially watching them both suddenly get very red faced and awkward.

But this is nothing he’s ever experienced before. This right here, Nolan opened up so beautifully beneath him, mewling so perfectly as he stops every once in a while to press open mouthed kisses to Brett’s knuckles. As Nolan arches his back and wails into the air as he finally climaxes against the cabinet door with Brett’s name on his tongue. This right here is love.

Maybe Brett should feel worried at the idea; they’ve only been together four months but there’s no denying Brett is utterly smitten.

He needs to save it. Needs to make sure no one touches Nolan again besides Brett, no one can take his mate but him.

The pace is almost brutal now and despite a grimace at the overstimulation, Nolan let’s Brett fuck into him.

Brett’s mate is so perfect and Nolan is his. He needs to mark Nolan as his own, breed his mate full till he’s round and heavy with Brett’s pups, no one else’s and then everyone will know Nolan is Brett’s mate and completely off the market.

Whether it’s the thought of putting pups in Nolan or just being immersed in his little hunter in every way, but soon enough Brett’s coming hard and he feels a familiar swelling just in time to realise he’s knotted Nolan.

Aside from jacking off, Brett has only ever knotted while having sex once. It was some werewolf girl he’d been fucking on and off for about two weeks. Understandably, she’d been pissed and had cussed Brett out for the entire 20 minutes it took for his knot to go down and Brett was so fucking glad he’d wore a condom and she was on the pill. The idea of siring a pup with her still makes Brett feel sick.

But Nolan, god he takes it like a fucking champ. Doesn’t bitch or whinge as Brett slides them down so they’re sort of sat on the cool floor. All he does is shift his hips to accommodate the size and touches around the edges of his stretched rim with a hiss “Of course…of course you have a knot” Nolan whimpers, out of breath and he allows his head to drop back onto Brett’s shoulder who growls playfully.

The spell wears off by day 6 and Brett’s almost 99% sure there isn’t a single place in this house that he and Nolan haven’t fucked in.

After his knot went down in the kitchen, Nolan convinced Brett they had to take a bath. Needless to say Brett had been more than happy to give Nolan a blowjob as they waited for the bath to fill and then Nolan had rode Brett in the bathtub; spilling water over the floor.

Being clean didn’t stop Brett or his dick however because back in his bedroom he had Nolan another two times before allowing sleep to take them.

The only place they hadn’t fucked in within the last few days was Lori’s room because her scent was on everything and it made Brett’s hairs stand on end. Not to mention she’d probably castrate the pair of them with little remorse.

All Brett could think about was Nolan and breeding him, knotting him.

When he wakes up on day 6, Brett feels clear headed for the first time in a while and he isn’t overcome with the painful urge to fill and take.

Nolan is sprawled out on Brett’s chest; tucked close and any traces of cum have been wiped away probably while Brett had drifted asleep. Nolan looks absolutely debauched. His hair is mused from fingers raking through it and his pale skin is littered with hickies. There’s so many Nolan looks like he’s been in a brawl or ten, except Brett fucking loves the sight of Nolan so marked up. The hickies are majorly on his neck and shoulders but Brett can see some strays down his back, on the backs of his thighs and there’s no doubt Brett made more in other places.

Brett isn’t sure how long he stares before Nolan finally wakes up, but when tired eyes meet Brett’s, Nolan smiles softly “Hey” his voice is hoarse from screaming out and Brett can’t help but duck down just enough to capture Nolan’s lips in a gentle kiss. He’s going to take his time now there’s no rush.

When they pull away, Nolan shifts and hisses softly as if he doesn’t want Brett to hear it. But of course he does. “C’mon” Brett encourages “Let me see the damage”

“I’m not some kind of damaged goods you know?” Nolan rolls his eyes but allows Brett to roll him onto his back and Brett shuffles down the bed to get a better look at Nolan.

If Brett’s aching, Nolan must be in agony. There’s even more hickies and even a few places where Brett bit just this side of too deep all down his chest and thighs. There’s hand shaped bruises on Nolan’s hips and wrists.

Brett whistles lowly “Fuck I really did a number on you”

“Well I can certainly say I’m definitely not a virgin anymore” Nolan snickers back and it’s like a slap in the face. The soft afterglow is shattered by that one statement and Brett sits back on his haunches to stare at Nolan who arches an eyebrow “What?”

“Nolan” He’s at a loss for words. It was Nolan’s first time and Brett had just taken it without a second thought. Man, Brett had done the exact thing he’d promised Liam he wouldn’t do. Take advantage of Nolan. “Fuck why didn’t you tell him?”

“That I was a virgin?” Nolan cocks his head “It isn’t like it’s a secret, the team tease me about it for a reason”

“I didn’t know” Brett stresses and he sees something akin to understanding flicker in Nolan’s eyes because his smile suddenly drops and hurt begins to seep from him in buckets.

“Please don’t say you regret it”

“Of course I fucking don’t” Brett dismisses and moves up the bed till he’s got Nolan’s face framed between his hands “But your first time should have been…I dunno, gentle, perfect, not just some quick fuck that was all about me”

“What was your first time like?” And okay, fair point, Brett’s first time hadn’t meant anything to him and neither had the girl for that matter, but it wasn’t fair. Nolan deserves everything the world has to offer, deserves a loving first time where Brett could take his time and focus solely on Nolan. “I wanted this just as much as you, Brett” Nolan grabs at Brett’s hands; squeezing them tightly “It was perfect and everything I wanted because it was with you, otherwise I wouldn’t have broken the barrier”

That made Brett’s heart melt “So that was you? Little shit” Nolan laughs against Brett’s lips as he pulls him in “Still gotta check the rest of you though”

“Whyyyy?” Nolan whines but allows Brett to continue his search of Nolan’s body. He allows Brett to prop open his legs with a hand under each knee; spreading them so he can see Nolan’s entrance.

The hole is red and tender and when Brett brushes his thumb against the rim, Nolan squirms away minutely. “Sore?”

Nolan nods “Yeah, took your knot every time so I think I’m ruined for anything else” his tone is teasing but Brett has to adjust the way he’s sat on the bed as his cock gives a sudden stir of interest that he’s accomplished what he set out to do. “I tried to jerk you off a couple of times but it’d always end up on my back with your knot in me”

Brett remembers clearly, his wolf hadn’t wanted to waste a single drop in its mission to knock Nolan up “It’s because I was trying to pup you up” Is out before Brett can stop himself.

“What?” Nolan giggles in confusion and, god he’s adorable “What’s that mean?”

“Werewolves use knots to ensure breeding is successfully between mates and stuff, so I guess while in my rut I was trying to put a pup in you, so therefore…the knot”

Nolan’s face slowly grows redder by the minute “A pup? As in a baby? Does that actually work?”

And honestly? Brett hasn’t even thought of if knotting works with males never mind male humans so he isn’t too sure. It wasn’t like there were any sex ed classes on the subject but he realises that there’s a fucked up possibility he could have succeeded in getting Nolan pregnant. After all, he’d knotted the ex-hunter so many times if he were a girl there’d be no question “Not sure” he shrugs and that isn’t the most reassuring “I’ll have to ask Liam…no nevermind I’ll have to ask Scott, Liam’s as thick as a brick wall”

“Oh Jesus” Nolan whimpers; letting his head drop back onto the pillow with his hands covering his face “…yeah Liam is pretty dumb”

Despite the possibility Nolan’s pregnant, the atmosphere is still easy between the two as Brett leans over Nolan to grab his phone, still abandoned on the desk from the first day but at least it has been on charge the whole time.

He drops Scott a quick text.

Talbot: So quick question Talbot: Can I knock Nolan up?? Talbot: Is that a thing I need to worry about?

Nolan rolls his hips ever so gently up into Brett and Brett glances down at him, eyebrows raised “You really have another round in you? Even being sore?” Despite his flush of embarrassment, Nolan nods; rocking into Brett again and Brett grinds into Nolan “Where’s the lube?”

As to be expected, the little tube is almost completely empty and Brett has to really squeeze to get enough lube onto his hand to coat his cock and just slightly into Nolan.

He’ll pick some more up another time.

He slides home into Nolan who lets out a pleasant hum, accustomed to Brett at this point and already rocking down onto Brett’s jerks.

Eventually the vibrations from his phone become too distracting and he opens the chat to a plethora of texts.

McCall: Not to ask why you need to know, but it’s something you’d need to do some research on I have no clue McCall: Or ask Deaton if you’re bold enough Tate: Of course he’s bold enough, this is Brett we’re talking about Stilinski: Whaaaaattttt???? Stilinski: Since when have Brett and Nolan been a thing? Argent: Stiles… Martin: They’ve been together for like 4 months now?? Hewitt: Where the fuck have you been? Living under a rock?

“Oh fuck” Brett laughs out loud; pace stuttering for a moment and Nolan meets his gaze “I think I messaged the groupchat”

“You asshole!” Nolan scolds but then bursts into laughter himself; kissing Brett open mouthed and needy “You can explain to them all later, for now fuck me”

“I’ve ruined you” Brett teases; taking Nolan’s lower lip between his before letting go “You’re an addict”

“Maybe” They kiss languidly for a moment or two before Brett’s phone vibrates in his hand again and he glances back at the groupchat.

Dunbar: Brett what the fuck?! Dunbar: What did you do to Nolan?! Dunbar: ?? Raeken: Heads up but Liam’s gonna call y-

Suddenly, Brett’s phone lights up and Brett leans back; smirking at the caller ID and before Nolan can even ask what’s going on, Brett answers the phone “Dunbar”

Brett gives another thrust into Nolan who writhes beneath him, not eager to stop even though Brett’s on the phone. “What have you done to Nolan?!” Liam yells down the phone, loud enough Nolan can probably hear and Brett can hear Theo laughing on the other end of the phone.

“Nothing he didn’t want” Brett presses a kiss to Nolan’s collarbone, down to his chest before laving a tongue over one of his nipples and Nolan bucks sharply; chest arching into the contact.

“Bullshit”

“You want to talk to him and see?” Brett offers and then moves the phone to Nolan’s ear who presses his shoulder up to hold it a little.

“Liam?”

“Nolan!” Liam greets a little relieved. To think the two were sworn enemies before. Now Liam’s a little soccer mom, or rather a lacrosse mom. “Are you okay? What the fuck happened with Brett?”

“I’m fine, honest” a particularly hard thrust that Brett totally didn’t mean, has Nolan squealing out a moan of pleasure; heels diffing into Brett’s back. “Just…ju-fuck-just getting over that stupid spell”

The line goes silent for a moment and Brett wonders if Nolan hung up the call accidentally, but then Liam’s voice comes back through “You…are you…?” Theo’s fucking pissing himself on the other end, obviously not caring his…boyfriend? Is mortified.

Nolan either forgets the phone or doesn’t care because he lets out another drawn out whimper and Brett decides that’s enough teasing “Sorry Dunbar” Brett says bringing the phone back to his ear as he uses his other hand to jerk Nolan’s weeping erection “He’s a bit busy right now, I’m sure he’ll call back later” he doesn’t wait for a reply, just hangs up and tosses his phone aside to focus on pounding into Nolan just right.

Nolan cums quickly, roping his stomach and Brett’s fist but Brett hardly notices, far too busy chasing his own release “Brettttttt”

“G’nna knot” He warns, not too sure if it’s aimed at Nolan or himself “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please” Brett ducks his head and kisses Nolan desperately, his hands gripping at blonde curls and tugging just slightly.

It’s just enough to push Brett over the edge and he swells and locks into place; flooding Nolan with heat.

They lay there, Brett a little worried he’s crushing Nolan but Nolan seems all too happy to have Brett on top of him. They’re breathing in each other, catching their breath in between kisses that have Brett’s heart swelling with love.

“Hope you’re gonna take responsibility if you put a baby in me” Nolan grins and Brett kinda likes the sound of that despite everything. He went from someone who didn’t even believe in love to preening at the idea of taking care of Nolan and a pup that probably doesn’t exist. God, Nolan’s got Brett fucking whipped.

“I’ll take care of you and the pup don’t worry”

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Cheers to Real Friends

Title: Cheers to Real Friends

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (platonic)

Word Count: 4573

Summary: Reader falls for a trap but there is no help coming her way no matter who she called, until luck brought the Winchesters her way.

Warnings: Angst, Insecure Reader, Some Language, Mentions of Fake Bitches, Mentions of Forced Mating, Deaths, Some Fluff (near the end).

A/N: We’ve all got those fake friends in our lives, but don’t worry, the good ones will find us. ALSO... just a reminder... I can’t angst. So forgive me if this sucks.

Disclaimer: Not my gif, but I did crop it.

Who were you kidding? Friends? Since when did you have friends? Why did you ever think that you could actually have real friends? As a hunter, friends don’t come easy, especially for you. Just when you thought you could finally trust people, they disappoint you. Like right now for instance.

You’ve gotten yourself deep in a werewolf hunt, calling everyone you thought was your friend for back up, but no one answered or got back to you. You were beginning to think that they only wanted to be your friend when they needed you. It had been a month since you’ve tried to get a hold of them, but still no use. You were in trouble but no one seemed to care.

The pack that you were tracking was now tracking you. You were doing everything you could to hide your scent and throw them off you track, but every time you thought you were safe, they seem to find you. You were at your wits end. It was 8 werewolves, all of them stronger than most werewolves you’ve faced in the past, against one semi-injured hunter. You had sprained your ankle during your last encounter with them. How you managed to get away was beyond you. Perhaps they allowed you to get away as a sick game of catch the lamb.

Covering yourself in mud, in hopes to hide your scent, you made a run for it. Your phone in hand trying once more to call someone for back up, but still no answer. You cursed to yourself wondering what was it about you that made people turn their backs on you.

You were frustrated with yourself. Why did you let people get close to you? Why did you allow yourself to get attached? Why were you like this?

Just as you hung up, there was a sound in the distance. Stopping immediately in your tracks, you scoped the endless trails of trees surrounding you. It was too dark to see properly, but you had to make do with what you got. It was you against the world now. You had no back up, and you probably never did.

A figure emerged from behind a tree, followed by several others. The snarling sounds could now be heard as gold eyes peered at you. This was the end and you weren’t going down without a fight. If you were going to die today, you were at least going to take some of those sons a bitches with you.

Pivoting on your feet, swallowing the excruciating pain in your ankle, you made a run for it, your adrenaline quickly masking any physical discomfort. Unable to run any more, you swerved around to face your enemies. You had your gun out, silver bullets locked in, pointing forwards where the pack should have been.

Confusion consumed you. Where were they? You cussed under your breath. It was trap. Seconds later, you found yourself surrounded. As much as you wanted to keep a straight face, your ankle was getting best of you. Your body couldn’t handle anymore and before you knew it, everything went black. The hunt was over for you.

There was light tapping coming from somewhere…

Your body lunged forwards, your mind finally remembering what had happened. You blacked out in the middle of the woods surrounded by 8 werewolves. A shrilling shriek escaped your lips as pain scorched through your body. Your lungs were on fire, throat raspy, muscles aching, and your ankle was throbbing.

The room was dark and musty, but you could tell that you were in a confined basement, or maybe a cellar, you weren’t too sure.

“Look who’s awake,” a deep voice chuckled, followed by a whistle.

He was the leader of the pack, that much you could tell. You heard that whistle many times throughout this particular hunt. When your eyes met his, you glared back. The smug smirk on his face did nothing to appease your nerves. You had a bad feeling about this. If they wanted to kill you, surely they already would have, unless they planned on ending you messy and slow. The thought made you sick to your stomach, bile erupting from within you and out into a puddle in front of you.

It hurt like hell. You hadn’t eaten or drank anything in a while. The fluids you had just hurled out, probably being the only thing that was left in your stomach.

“That’s disgusting,” another male voice growled. Your eyes shifted around discretely, but unable to find the owner.

“Maybe she’s scared,” a female’s voice giggled.

“Little Red Ridding Hood afraid of the big bad wolves, huh? How fitting,” the pack leader’s voice hummed.

“Well, what I want to know is why we haven’t killed her yet? What’s the point in keeping her alive? I bet her heart tastes amazing,” another female spoke.

“No. I told you, no more hearts. You’re the reason why we’ve got hunters on our trail in the first place,” the leader roared. “Besides, I thought we could have a little fun. It seems that we’ve caught ourselves a black sheep. No hunter friends to come back you up no matter how much you called. What a shame. No one will come looking,” he laughed, a chorus of snickering following his.

Your eyes widened. The only way he could have known that was if he had been following you. Your eyes shut tight at the realization. You were doomed from the very beginning. There was no hope for you. This wasn’t an ordinary pack. What made them so special, you weren’t sure, but they were smart and strong as hell. Every single one of them.

You wanted to say something but everything hurt. Your ankle was throbbing, blood was getting in your eye, it hurt to breath, and the ropes those monsters used to tie you up were so tight that it was rubbing into your skin raw.

“Let’s try calling her friends again. Maybe someone will pick up this time,” a woman with long blonde hair came into view however, you couldn’t quite see her face hiding in the shadows. “You must really be a loser, huh?” She giggled towards you.

Her thumb tapped on your phone screen before clicking on speaker. The ringer echoed across the dim room as everyone listened. When it hit voice message, she laughed and hung up the call. As pathetic as it seemed, you wanted to cry. How could your friends not answer your calls or get back to you? Not one of them! You never felt so betrayed or so alone. You were a fool. It was that moment that you decided to let go of your pride, and the first set of tears came crashing down.

“Oh, would you look at that, Miss Bad Ass Hunter has a soft side,” the blonde cooed. You felt a tight grip in your hair before your head was roughly tugged back. Her yellow-blueish eyes met yours and you could finally put a clear face to her voice. What an ugly bitch.

You winced when she licked your cheeks, drinking the tears that were still making it’s way down. Without a second thought, the moment she slightly pulled back, you sent your head flying forward making contact with hers in a loud cracking sound. The blonde screamed in pain while the others laughed.

“Serves you right for teasing the girl,” the leader laughed. “She’s a feisty one. I think she’ll fit right in,” he smirked at you, eyes scanning your ruffled self. “I bet she would breed well. I can smell it in her.” You felt disgusted. “Would you like that my little wolf?” He questioned.

“I’m not a werewolf,” you spat, growling with annoyance.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck off.”

The leader roared in laughter. “You would make one hell of a werewolf. Feisty, smart, strong, sexy, and mine. That’s right little wolf, I’m going to make you mine,” he growled in you ear.

You violently shook in your seat trying to get free even if you knew it was useless. “No!” you shouted as he bared his teeth, his hot breath fanning against your neck.

He nipped your skin, not enough to breath the skin. “I bet you’ve figured it out haven’t you?” He whispered. “Or at least you know that we’re not ordinary werewolves,” he scrapped his fangs over you neck again. That’s when it hit you. The attacks… the bites and the mutilated bodies… most of the victims still with their hearts… they were all signs of…

“Purebloods.”

“I knew you were a smart cookie. And soon, you will be too.”

He growled, his hot breath burning against your skin. Your eyes shut tight knowing this was going to be the end of you. You were no longer going to be human but a monster.

Just before his fangs punctured your skin, a loud bang echoed through the old cabin. “Deal with it,” the alpha ordered, four of them leaving up the stairs and out of view. “Now where were we?”

“Get away from me!” You screamed, shaking your body violently, hopelessness being your only strength. As if a miracle happened, one of your legs got free and you were able to kick him away from you, earning a deep grunt.

“Heel little wolf. It’s you against all of us. No matter what you do, you won’t wi–” he was cut off by several gun shots. “What the hell is happening up there?” You could hear the irritation in his voice. Just as he asked his question, one of the guys came rushing in, blood spilling from his chest.

“Winchesters,” he managed to let slip before dropping dead to the floor.

“I thought you said we lost them back in Albuquerque?!” The alpha growled at the blonde.

“We did!”

The door burst open, two men rushing down the stairs with guns in their hands. Winchesters? Sam and Dean Winchester? You have heard of them. They were legends. Never in your life time did you think that you’d ever run into them, but here they were about to save your life… or you hoped they would.

“Clint, it’s good to see you again.” Clint. That was the name of the leader. The pureblood’s alpha.

“I wish I could say the same for you, Dean.”

“Hand over the girl,” Dean ordered, “and maybe I’ll give you a quick and painless death.”

“How did you find us?” Clint asked, his face stoic and unfazed.

Dean scoffed, humor in his voice. “I happened to notice a hunter’s phone constantly going off next to her with call and texts from a Y/N Y/L/N, which I’m assuming is her,” Dean nudged your way. “I saw the words ‘help’ and ‘werewolves’ and might have taken her phone without permission, and it’s a good thing I did because I was able to find out that a pack of werewolves was causing trouble in Lincoln.”

Your stomach dropped knowing that your messages were being ignored, but you were so thankful that Dean had took the liberty to snatch her phone. They were a blessing in a curse. A curse of really shitty friends.

You zoned out on their conversation as you got lost in your own thoughts. Rage was swelling inside of you. You were beyond frustrated with yourself and thoroughly pissed off at your so called friends. They used you. When things got hard on their hunts, they’d call and you’d show up, but when your life was on the line, they chose to let you die.

Something in you snapped and your senses went into overdrive. You were surprisingly a lot calmer and your mind was clear as day. As the leader and the Winchester’s were talking, you focused on getting the ties around your wrist loose. They were tight but you’ve gotten out of tighter situations. If it wasn’t for your emotions getting in your way, you probably could have gotten your arms free a while ago.

Easy enough, your hands slipped free but you kept them behind your back. Your eyes caught Sam’s eyes in silent communication. Sam sent a barely noticeable nod, his hair slipping out of place behind his ear.

Sam whispered in Dean’s ears as low as possible. Dean’s smirk was enough for the rest of the pack to realize that something was wrong. Dean let out the first shot, nipping the alpha in his shoulder who was quick to dodge the assault. Sam shot one if the others while you shot up from your seat revealing your free hands and swinging your injured leg that was still tied to the chair into the air and hitting the blonde in the face, the chair breaking on impact. Dean and Sam were momentarily shocked at the power that came with the kick.

Now free, you limped over to stand between Dean and Sam, your limp not going unnoticed by the guys. The alpha, blonde, and other male werewolf stood together, the last remaining three of the pack.

“And then there were three,” Dean taunted. The alpha growled. “The magic of silver bullets,” Dean added, a smug grin on his face. “You know; I’m surprised how quick you were able to regenerate your pack, but this time, we’re gonna waste you completely.”

In a flash of an eye, the three werewolves dashed in opposite directions. They were fast, faster than the others. And as fast as they could run, they transformed into actual wolves. They were huge and quite intimidating.

One ran past you, knocking you to the floor. Another had knocked the gun out of Dean’s hands, while the other knocked Sam to the ground, his gun falling from his hands just as Dean’s did.

The three of you huddled closer together, Dean and Sam’s arms expanded, caging you between them.

Your eyes fluttered to the guns a few feet away, your mind reeling for any ideas to get them back in your hands. When your eyes casted forwards, they met the menacing stare of the alpha. You knew that he had picked up on your plan.

Just as you took a step forward, so did the alpha, Dean and Sam taking a step back.

Without any real friends and no family, you knew that no one would miss you. If you could save the Winchesters and waste the big bad wolves, you’d say your death would not be in vain and end in victory for many people out there.

Taking a deep breath, you anticipated the pain in your foot, and swallowed the scream that wanted to rip through your throat, diving for the guns. Dean and Sam tried to stop you but wasn’t quick enough. You gripped one of the guns, kicking the other towards the guys simultaneously, cocking the gun in your hands and aiming at the alpha.

The sound of the gun shot resonated around the cabin. Dean and Sam had you back in their arms, pulling you away from the dead werewolf on the floor. It wasn’t the alpha; it was the other male. He had jumped in front of the alpha shielding him from your attempt to kill him.

“Go!” Dean shouted pointing at the stairs that lead to the door.

You passed the gun in your hands back to Sam while they let you climb up the steps first. They both took the rear, guns aimed and ready. The moment you got out the door you tripped over a body, cursing at the pain of your foot. It was one of the purebloods that left earlier. He had a bullet through his head.

“Hey, c’mon,” Sam said, picking you up more than helping you up.

“Yeah,” you breathed hastily.

Just as all three of you got through the door, a crashing sound came from downstairs. They must have gone through the basement window. You heard Dean curse before leading the way. He muttered in hush tones for everyone to stay close and eyes open.

Thankful for the Winchesters, you didn’t feel as anxious. In fact, you felt a lot more confident with them around. Never have you dealt with a pack like this alone before. It turns out what you thought was one lone wolf was actually a pack of 8 purebloods. They were intelligent, you gave them that. They knew how to cover their tracks while taking extra precaution in case a hunter came around. They made it seem like it was only one wolf so that if a hunter were to come around, they’d be falling right into an ambush just like you clumsily did.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam whispered, bringing you out of your thoughts. So much for being alert.

“Uh, yeah. This pack was pretty brilliant,” you confessed, the small smile betraying you from the embarrassment written all over your face.

“Hey, we made the same mistake once. We got lucky that there was two of us,” Sam assured. You nodded in response, not sure if he was telling the truth or just saying that to make you feel better.

Growling came from outside the house. “They’re waiting for us,” Dean stated.

“Well, it’s 2 against 3, I’d like to think that we’ve got the upper hand?” You looked up at the green-eyed Winchester.

“With the way you kick ass, yeah, I’d say we’re going to win this,” he looked down at you and winked. In attempt to keep your cool, you rolled your eyes despite the smile playing on your lips. “Maybe after this, we could get a drink?”

“Alright guys, this is not the time to be discussing going on dates,” Sam grumbled, shaking his head at his brother.

Dean didn’t seem fazed by Sam’s admonishment, instead he sent you another wink accompanied with a flirtatious smirk.

Making your way into the living room, a large black wolf appeared before the three of you. It was easy to see that he was pissed. A loud crash came from somewhere else in the house, assuming that it was the other wolf, the blonde. And sure enough, she emerged into view, settling next to the alpha. Her fur was golden, the contrast between the two define.

Your breathing became labored and you cursed inwardly knowing what was happening. It was your damn foot. All the pressure you had inflicted and still putting on it was taking it’s toll... again (just your luck). You weren’t sure how long you could keep pushing.

“Hey, you okay?” Dean questioned as he glanced over at you.

Before you could answer you passed out.

Slipping into consciousness, you heard faint talking. The voices here deep and low, going back and forth. You couldn’t quite comprehend what they were saying until you heard your name. It was that moment you opened your eyes, adjusting to the brightness of everything.

“So what are we going to do?

“I don’t know. We can’t just leave her like this.”

You turned your head to the side, your saviors sitting at the table talking. They didn’t seem to notice that you had come to, so instead of interrupting them, you attempted to sit up, groaning loudly before falling back on the bed. You felt winded, like you had hiked up a mountain. Your body was aching and muscles tensed.

“Whoa, easy there,” Dean rushed over to you while Sam sat up straight, worry in his expression.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in our motel room. You had us worried.”

“Sorry about that,” you huffed, closing your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean smiled even though you couldn’t see it. “Now c’mon, let me help you sit up,” he offered.

You accepted his service, allowing him to help you get yourself into a seated position, your back resting against the headboard.

“Thanks,” you muttered once you were settled.

“So why were you out on that hunt alone in the first place?” Dean asked.

“I caught wind of the case when I was passing through town. I overheard a few towns folk at the diner talking about animal attacks too gruesome to really be an animal. When I did more research through the town and checked out the bodies, I found out that it was a werewolf however, the patterns in the mutilations were different. Some of the bodies had their heart ripped out while others still had there’s in tact. I figured it was a new turned wolf so there had to be two, including the one that turned him, or her, but then as time passed all the signs pointed to one werewolf until I got ambushed a few days ago.”

“Yeah, that happened to us too,” Sam replied, making his way over to sit on the other bed across from you.

“Yeah. I was surprised that I was able to get away, but I sprained my ankle in the process. Ever since, I’ve been trying to call for back up. I thought I could count on my, so called, friends but no one ever picked up or got back to me,” you sighed.

Dean chuckled, his head shaking. “Y/N. You don’t know the reputation you have, do you?” Dean inquired.

You squinted at him, a little offended, but mostly confused to where he was getting at. “What reputation?” You seriously had no idea.

“Oh yeah!” Sam recalled. “I knew your name seemed familiar.”

“What?”

“You know, you’re pretty popular. I’ve heard many hunters say that you’re probably the best female hunter out there. Others claiming that you’re also the hottest,” Dean revealed. This was all news to you and it made you feel awkward.

“What the hell?”

Sam’s eyes widened. “You seriously have never heard any rumors about you?”

“No. Do you ever hear any of the rumors about you and your brother?” You questioned Sam.

“Well, once at a funeral and maybe a handful of other times…” Sam admitted. “Not all of them good.”

“Sweetheart, those girls are probably intimidated and jealous of you. I mean, the rumors are true. You were pretty badass back there, and well, your extremely easy on the eyes,” Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

“Gross.” Dean’s facial expression and body language quickly changed, a little taken aback at your rejection. He was sure earlier during the fight you were into him but now, he didn’t know what to think. Sam noticed his brother’s sudden insecurity and laughed. Mr. Cool just got shut down. You picked up on the signs and immediately regretted the word that slipped your lips. “No! That’s not what I meant. I meant ‘gross’ about all those other guys and those jealous girls. Not you. You’re very attractive. Damn, you’re probably the hottest guy I’ve ever met!” The words rushed out, not even realizing what you were spewing.

Dean’s face went from shocked to smug in a second, your words sinking into his mind.

“Really? The hottest guy you’ve ever met?” Dean reiterated.

“Huh? What? I didn’t say that.”

“Uh, I think you did,” Dean smirked.

“I heard you, Y/N,” Sam added, inwardly chuckling.

A certain warmth was spreading through you. It was strange. It felt like you had known the Winchester’s all your life. It was familiar and comforting. The way they teased you was legitimately friendly. Their smiles and laughter was a lot different than the girls you’ve met and their intent was different than all the guys you’ve met. The vibe they gave off was different. It was genuine. They were genuine.

“You guys must have a concussion. Have you gotten yourselves checked?”

“Sammy, she thinks I’m the hottest guy she’s ever seen,” Dean joked, nudging Sam on the arm.

“I heard,” Sam teased, smiling widely at you.

“You guys are such dorks; you know that?” You giggled.

“If it’ll make you smile, then I’ll be the biggest dork you’ve ever met,” Dean sent you a sweet smile, making the butterflies in your stomach come alive.

“Thanks,” was all you could say.

“This is what real friendship feels like. It’s easy and it makes you feel good.” Is Sam right?

Dean and Sam had just declared that you were friends. Sure, they gave off a different feel, but how could you be so sure that they meant it? The other girls were believable at first but then they threw you out the window. Who’s to say that they wouldn’t do the same thing?

They had stayed with you for a few days until your ankle got a little better, claiming that they needed a little break anyways. They didn’t have to do that but they did. Insisted, even. No ordinary hunter would stay. They would merely make sure that you were alright, say their goodbyes, and head on to the next hunt, but not them.

Was this friendship?

When the day came to part ways, you and Sam were chatting while Dean had taken a phone call from someone named Jody.

“Yeah, rumor has it, you hunted a nest of vamps on your own!” Sam exclaimed.

“Okay, yes, but it was day time and they were all new vamps. Freshly turned, so it was easy to outsmart them. Also, the nest wasn’t that big. I’m a small girl so it was easy to hide and sneak up on them.”

“Still, that’s pretty amazing,” Sam complimented just before Dean returned.

“Jody needs some help on a case,” Dean stated.

“Is everything alright?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Dean assured before looking at you. “What are your plans?”

“Mmm, nothing. Probably going to look for the next hunt I can find.”

“Look, I know we just met and all, but you wanna tag along? I bet Jody would love to meet you,” Dean smiled. “Beside, I don’t think you should be hunting with that ankle just yet.”

“I’m a big girl Dean, I can handle myself and a little sprained ankle.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to you. So how about it?”

“Y/N, Dean’s right. You shouldn’t be hunting on that ankle. You can rest a little at Jody’s place and help us out.”

You were a little nervous, hesitant even. After the whole abandonment issue with your friends, you didn't know if you could trust them… or anyone. Should you try one more time? Should you give them a chance? Why were they even being so nice? Why would they want you around?

Thoughts swirled in your head as they waited for an answer. You just couldn’t understand it. Why? Was it because you were supposedly this awesome hunter? Did they only want you to go with them to help? Or did they want you there because they wanted you to be?

“Listen, I know what you’re thinking,” Sam started, “you don’t trust us because of what those other…”

“Shitty bitch friends,” Dean interrupted, adding his own flavor of words.

“Uh… yeah,” Sam gave Dean a pointed look, “but listen to me, we’re not asking you to tag along just so we could use you, we want to there because we think it would be good for you. Jody is good people. You just have to trust us.”

You’ve heard many stories about the Winchesters. That they brought death with them where ever they went, but you didn’t have the heart to ever tell them that. Even so, they didn’t just kill monsters and demons… they saved the world. With a task that huge, if God could trust in them, couldn’t you?

“Sure, I’ll go.”

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My last promised prompt (save for one that isn’t part of my 300 Follower Celebration). Hope you like it!

For: My 300 Follower Celebration.

Prompt: By @janedethr -- “the Starks finding out about pxs in modern AU (can either be accidental or Sansa actually bringing Petyr home for dinner) lol I love your Starks dynamics in Chaos Theory so I KNOW you'll pull this off brilliantly!“

Notes: No smut this time, but I think you’ll like this regardless :). Also, both Petyr and Sansa are into geeky things like Star Wars, Doctor Who, etc and no one can tell me otherwise. After all, they both loved stories in canon. I think in modern au’s they’d be into fantasy and science fiction :D (even though Petyr would be less open about it later, try to repress that part of himself. Sansa would bring it back out though).

Tags: Petyr x Sansa

Title: This is How Wars Start

It was Saturday evening, just before dinnertime, the sky darkening with a wicked promise of events yet to come. The cool breeze slithered beneath the fallen leaves, stirring them from their neatly raked piles and into the streets and sidewalks, begging to be crunched under foot or tire. Riding along its current, one could just feel the magic hanging in the air, the scent of autumn and the tingle of excitement one always seemed to get during the holidays.

Sansa Stark no longer lived with her family, old enough to have a job and her own apartment, but tonight she returned to the place she would always call home, nerves fizzling with anticipation. It was Halloween, and the Starks had seen fit to host their annual party celebrating the occasion. Nearly everyone they knew had been invited, including many of her father’s coworkers, one of whom in particular she was excited to see.

Their relationship was still fairly new, only a few months in, and still thrilling to the core, though this was in part due to the fact that as of yet, it was still a secret. Petyr Baelish worked alongside her father at Robert Baratheon’s company, though his ties with her family extended much further. He’d once loved her mother, in fact, when they were both younger than Sansa was now, an affection that had earned him a fight with her father, and a trip to the hospital. Years later, he still bore the scar from that terrible night, though the bitterness had since faded, eclipsed by time and a new target for his heart.

Sansa had fallen for Petyr against her better judgement, irresistibly drawn to his playful smirk, the grey lining his temples that somehow only heightened his attractiveness, and the way she felt when he looked at her. When she’d started working as an intern in Robert’s company, it had been nearly impossible to stay away. Petyr was so easy to talk to, and he seemed, more than anyone, to recognize that she was more than just a pretty face.

After months of shameless flirting, inappropriate touching, and dancing around what they both wanted, they’d found themselves alone together at The Mockingbird (his club), when Sansa had lost both her friends and her phone and panicked. Ever mindful of the goings on his club (and of her), Petyr was at her side in an instant, drawing her back to his office to gain her bearings while he notified the staff to keep an eye out for her phone and the girls she had come in with. Both losses were soon forgotten, however, when they’d started kissing, desire spurring them on just shy of fucking on his desk (unfortunately, they’d been interrupted before then, a fact remedied the next day, when they’d finally gone on their first date).

She knew it was stupid and reckless, that he was nearly twice her age, old enough to be her father, and had once been in love with her mother, and yet somehow, none of that mattered. They were so alike, in so many ways, and they brought out both the best and worst in each other, their insatiable attraction for one another only fueling both aspects. Petyr made her feel so alive, powerful and dangerous, wicked and cunning, beautiful and wanted and loved. What they had was intoxicating, wonderful and perilous in equal measure. And she knew she’d never tire of it, nor would she want to. Every bliss had its price, and she’d happily pay it, to be in his arms.

Her parents hadn’t wanted to invite Petyr, but considering they’d invited the rest of the bigwigs in Robert’s company (her father, Ned, had grown up with Robert, and still considered the man to be like a brother to him. And of course, Ned wanted Robert at the party because of that), they’d had little choice but to. “He probably wouldn’t even show,” her mother, Cat, had reasoned. “I hardly think he’d be interested in coming to a family party, especially considering costumes are required.” Ned had been reassured by her words at the time, though he regretted it later when the RSVP card came back with the ‘yes’ box ticked. Of course, Sansa alone knew exactly why Petyr had decided to come. She’d asked him to, after all.

Of course, they couldn’t exactly spend a lot of time together at the party, considering no one knew they were dating, but Sansa was excited for him to come regardless. It would give them an excuse to be together, in public, and also help test the waters for when they eventually decided to come forward about their relationship. Not to mention, she would get to see him in costume, a perk she wasn’t about to pass up.

Petyr hadn’t been all too thrilled about the prospect of dressing up at first, but Sansa had promised him that it would be worth the effort. That, coupled with the fact that they’d chosen a costume that wasn’t too different from his usual attire, helped immensely. In the end, they’d decided on costumes that reflected their interests in Doctor Who. Not many knew it, but Petyr had grown up enamoured with the show, along with Star Wars and other geeky interests. As an adult, he still held a certain fondness for such things, helped along by Sansa’s mutual interests in fantasy and science fiction. It was one of the many things that endeared him to her, early on, the fact that both of them loved the worlds that fiction wove into their hearts, far better in fact than real life itself.

Sansa arrived a few hours earlier than the party was set to start, so that she might help her family set up. Trick or treaters were still prominent on the streets as she carefully navigated to the correct driveway, laughter ringing in the air as the costumed children went door to door in search of candy. The outside of the house was already decked out to the extreme in Halloween decor, fake tombstones littering the front lawn, along with dismembered skeletons and a body part or two. Lit jack o’ lanterns were perched on the steps leading up to the porch, and along the railings, flames flickering merrily in the night breeze, and fake bats swung from the ceiling, just waiting to tangle in her hair as she passed underneath.

Her younger brother Bran had his wheelchair parked by the steps, an enormous bowl of candy resting on his lap. His girlfriend, Meera Reed, was seated beside him, and they were both dressed, rather graphically, as frostbitten zombies. As Sansa made her way up the steps, one of the jack o’ lanterns burst into maniacal laughter, and she rolled her eyes, not startled in the least.

“You’d think Dad would get tired of that thing at some point,” she said cheerfully, snatching a twizzler from the candy bowl and ripping open the plastic.

“Not in this century,” Bran told her, looking equally exasperated. Clearly he was getting tired of the fake pumpkin cracking up every time a trick or treater ascended the steps.

“You could shut it off, you know,” Sansa said helpfully, ripping off a bit of her twizzler with her teeth.

“We tried,” Meera said sadly, unwrapping a Snickers. “Your father keeps popping outside to see how the kids react to it.”

“I’m going to find a way to get rid of it after tonight,” Bran said, looking determined.

Sansa laughed. “Good luck with that.” She reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing again when he scowled at her. “What,” she protested. “Zombies aren’t supposed to have such well coiffed hair.”

Bran was about to retort when the front door opened, revealing their father, who looked rather disappointed that it was only his daughter on the porch, and not another unfortunate victim of the cackling pumpkin. “Oh good, you’re here!” he said, pulling her into a hug. “Your mother will be thrilled. She could use some help in the kitchen.”

Ned had chosen to dress as a werewolf this year, and when Sansa joined her mother in the kitchen, she laughed when she saw that Cat had dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. Apparently they’d decided on a couple's’ costume this year. Cat was hard at work preparing all of the party food they’d decided to make this year, some treats designed with the holiday in mind, and others there simply for taste. Sansa set to work peeling grapes (eyeballs) for the bloodred chilled whipped cream salad they were meant for, a gory looking dessert, but one that tasted good nonetheless.

The rest of her family flitted about, cleaning and adding even more Halloween decorations to the ample horror inside. Arya was driving the rest of them nuts, sneaking about dressed like a ninja and wielding a wicked looking (but fake) blade, doing her best to take them unawares. Robb and his fiancee Jeyne were out in the backyard, tending to the fire, stringing up orange lights, and setting out chairs and tables, for anyone who wished to sit outside. They were dressed as the King and Queen of Hearts, having newly been engaged, and spent more time kissing than actually getting anything done.

About a half an hour before the party was set to start, Sansa’s cousin Jon, and his wife Ygritte arrived, both dressed as vikings. Sansa was relieved to have the extra help, since Cat had clearly gone overboard in meal planning this year, and they still had so much left to do. With Jon and Ygritte, and Rickon (dressed normally save for fake arrow through the head), who’d finally returned from goofing off with his friends (he’d claimed to be too old to trick or treat, but Sansa spied a sack full of candy tucked haphazardly in a corner) they managed to get everything done just in time.

Soon, the house was full to bursting, friends, family and coworkers mingling alike among the creepy decor, drinking smoking glassfuls of spiked (and regular) punch. Robert had come, costumeless and without his family (he was currently in the midst of a nasty divorce), though nobody commented on either. He spent much of the evening grumbling to anyone who would listen about his horrible wife, downing much of the punch on his own.

Ned manned the door the entire time, greeting each guest individually with a jovial howl and comments on their costumes. Sansa lingered nearby, nerves jangling as she waited for Petyr to arrive. A half an hour had already passed, and she was getting antsy, wondering if perhaps he’d decided against showing afterall.

She was just about to haul out her phone and text him, when someone knocked on the door and her father opened it, his giddy expression immediately fading into a frown. Sansa watched as Ned eyed the person she knew had to be Petyr, looking him up and down with distaste.

“I’m afraid you have to be wearing a costume to enter, Baelish,” her father said flatly.

“Oh, I am,” Petyr replied cheerfully, sidestepping Ned to slip inside. He was dressed as the Tenth Doctor, in one of his trademark suits (dark brown with blue pinstripes) and white Converse All-Star sneakers. As Sansa watched, he whipped out a pair of old fashioned 3D glasses, one lens blue and the other red, and popped them on, offering Ned a smirk. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me?”

Ned scowled as he studied Petyr, searching for some clue that would reveal the answer. Watching Petyr’s smirk grow, and sensing she’d better intervene before her father gave into the more animalistic instincts his costume suggested, Sansa darted forward with a grin. “Doctor!”

Petyr eyed her appreciatively, taking in her fitted TARDIS dress that left very little to the imagination. “Ah, so at least your daughter has good taste,” he drawled. “Sweetling, you’ll have to stay close by me. The Doctor should never go far without his TARDIS.”

Sansa laughed as her father’s frown deepened. Still grinning, she turned to Ned and explained, “Doctor Who, Dad. The show.”

Ned grunted. “I s’pose I’ll have to take your word for it. Though you could have put more effort into a costume.” He glared at Petyr again, then startled as more guests arrived.

In the commotion, Sansa slipped away, Petyr trailing behind her as she wove through the party. They stopped by the overflowing buffet table, chatting for a bit as they loaded up their plates, before they found seats along the room’s periphery. As they ate, they watched the other guests, commenting on their costumes, and guessing who some of the more elaborately costumed people might be. Another of her father’s coworkers (and Petyr’s), Varys, had come dressed as Cleopatra. Surprisingly, he looked absolutely stunning, turning more than a few heads in awe as he sipped his punch and talked to Robert’s brother Renly (dressed as a stag) and his boyfriend Loras (dressed as a rather flamboyantly attired knight).

When they’d finished eating, Sansa, who was having trouble resisting the urge to climb right into Petyr’s lap (he looked that good as Ten), got up and slipped out of the room, knowing he would follow her. Her first instinct was to head for the bathroom, but with so many people, it was bound to be occupied and or frequented, so instead she went for the hall closet. Though it was chilly enough to warrant a light jacket, no one had yet come wearing one, and she hoped that trend would continue, if indeed anyone else would be arriving.

The closet was larger than most typically were, with more than enough room for the both of them. Sansa pulled Petyr inside and shut the door carefully behind them, before flicking on the light. He stared at her for a moment, lips fixed in that smirk she loved so much, then reached over and switched the light back off.

“We’re more likely to be discovered, with the light on,” he explained. “It will filter through the crack at the bottom of the door, since the hall is dark.”

She nodded, biting her lip in anticipation. Gods, he looked good, even in those goofy glasses. So much like Ten, and so much like himself, and really, who could blame her for having so little self restraint? Sidling closer, she smoothed her hands up his chest, meeting his darkened gaze. “So, what did you think?”

“That I’ve never imagined the TARDIS could be so fuckable,” Petyr said, hands gripping her waist.

Sansa reached up and removed the 3D glasses, tucking them safely in his breast pocket. She licked her lips, then leaned in closer, her breath whispering against his ear. “Wanna go for a ride?”

He chuckled, the raspy sound shocking her to the core. “Are we roleplaying? Because I think you could do far better than that, sweetling.”

She pulled back, grinning. “Why don’t we put your sonic screwdriver to good use?”

Petyr’s hands slid over the curves of her ass, squeezing firmly as his eyes danced with amusement. “Will you take me out of space and time?”

Sansa nodded and dragged her tongue over her bottom lip. “I guarantee it.”

His gaze darkened and his lips crashed to hers, their tongue in cheek roleplay forgotten. Her fingers twined in his hair, tugging him closer and he pressed her back against the spare bit of wall between the coats and the door. Sansa felt her dress hiking up her thighs as she hitched one leg around his waist, drawing him closer still. The interplay of their tongues and lips were driving her mad, stirring her blood like nothing else, and yet still, she craved more, her hands scrabbling along his back before dropping to his waist, anxious for the feel of him inside her.

She was just undoing his belt when the door opened, the light from the hallway blinding as they wrenched apart. Her father was there, holding someone’s coat, features teaming with shock and the beginnings of barely repressed rage. Ned let out a strangled cry, a cross between a battle call and the despair of a dying animal, fists clenching as he twisted the coat between them. Petyr shot her a look of alarm, and made to hastily leave the closet, the better not to be cornered, but was blocked by her father before he could.

Trembling, Sansa met her father’s gaze, flinching at the disappointment she read there. Unable to stand the way he was looking at her, she turned away, biting her lip as she fought not to cry. She’d planned on revealing their relationship eventually, but not like this. Never like this. Beside her, Petyr turned as well, his look helpless as he saw how bothered she was by her father’s reaction. She could tell he wanted to comfort her, but refrained from doing so, not wanting to further enrage her father.

Behind them, Ned was taking loud, shallow breaths, and they could hear footsteps coming closer, obviously drawn by his outcry moments earlier. The party was quite loud, the chatter accompanied by Halloween themed music, but someone must have heard regardless.

“Ned?” Cat called. “Is something wrong.”

Dread filled Sansa’s heart. Oh gods. This was horrible. Halloween was certainly doing this moment justice, practically giving them a heart attack from the fear of the wrath of an angry werewolf and Little Red Riding Hood. All she’d wanted was a treat, and yet the damn holiday had given her a trick instead.

At this moment she really wished Petyr was the Doctor, that he could whisk them away on the TARDIS, far away from this moment. But life wasn’t so kind. It never was.

She heard the intake of breath as her mother spotted them in the closet, and inferred just what had been going on behind closed doors. This was it. They’d been caught. And now they’d have to face the music.

Sansa glanced sideways at Petyr and offered him a weak smile. He returned it, his hand twitching slightly beside her thigh, as though he’d meant to take her hand, but thought better of it. Knowing there really wasn’t any reason not to (after all, they’d just been caught doing far worse), she gratefully slipped her hand into his and they turned around, shuffling slightly awkwardly in the close quarters.

Her parents stared at them, both stone faced, eyes stormy with the rage boiling beneath. Sansa gulped and let out a shaky laugh, an awkward knee jerk reaction that she soon regretted when her father turned his gaze on her. “Surprise?” she offered weakly, casting her own gaze on the gleaming wooden floors of the hallway as she gripped Petyr’s hand in hopes of recovering stability in her mental faculties.

“How long?” Cat asked quietly, finally breaking the interminable silence.

“A few months,” Sansa said, still unable to lift her gaze.

Her father made a noise rather befitting of his costume and Sansa glanced up, startled. The fury in Ned’s countenance was building, and all of it was directed, not at her, but at Petyr. “What is wrong with you?” he snarled, taking a menacing step forward. “You couldn’t have Cat back when we were younger, so you chose to prey on her daughter? MY daughter?”

To his credit, Petyr didn’t quail under her father’s rage, though it might have been better for his health to do so. He met Ned’s gaze unflinchingly and when he spoke, his voice was calm and full of a confidence that helped soothe the anxiety fizzing in her veins. “My past affections for Cat have absolutely nothing to do with what I’ve found with Sansa.”

Ned snorted in disbelief, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Sansa might have fallen for such lies, but I know better,” he shot back through gritted teeth.

At that, Sansa felt her own anger flare. “Excuse me?” she demanded. “Are you really insinuating that I am incapable of taking care of myself? Of knowing when a man is lying to me just to get into my pants?”

Her father looked aghast, and not the least because she’d just basically admitted she wasn’t a virgin. He couldn’t seem to formulate a response, instead looking helplessly at his wife, who stepped in for his defense. “What he means, Sansa, is that sometimes there are things that blind us to the truth. It’s not a slight on your intelligence, but rather to point out that even the best of us can be fooled. You may believe him now, but your judgement is likely clouded by...by certain factors.” Cat spoke eloquently at first, then stumbled as she struggled with the concept that Sansa might either be attracted to or in love with Petyr (or both).

Sansa narrowed her eyes at her mother. “Go on, say it,” she goaded Cat. “Or do you honestly think that just because you never wanted him, that no one else could possibly do so?”

Cat gaped at her and Ned blanched, his skin turning blotchy as red and white fought for dominance, a war of anger and shame. Beside Sansa, Petyr twitched, just ever so slightly, and she turned to better assess his reaction, noting with disappointment that he’d managed to keep his emotions from filtering through as masterfully as ever. This would be easier if he wasn’t so unflappable. Misery might love company, but so did anger, and she’d have felt better and less self conscious to have him visibly furious beside her.

“We’re two consenting adults, and we’re dating,” Sansa said firmly. “End of story. If you disagree with my choices, that’s your prerogative, but don’t for a second think that your disapproval will stop this. If this is indeed a mistake, which it isn’t, then it’s my mistake to make.” She paused, taking in a deep breath before continuing. “For the record though, neither of you know Petyr. Not like I do. And not once has he ever treated me as anyone other than my own person. To suggest otherwise, reflects badly on me as well as on him. That someone would only want me because I remind them of someone else.”

Petyr squeezed her hand as she finished, a silent show of solidarity. Her parents just stood there, expressions dumbfounded, both apparently incapable of speech. Sansa bit her lip, then turned to Petyr. “Come outside with me?” she asked. “I could use a bit of fresh air.”

He nodded, and together they left the halfway, heading for the back door, her parents still unmoving behind them, like they were merely statues standing silent vigil rather than human beings capable of so much more. Emotions had a way of robbing you of your senses, and it seemed that her parents had been petrified by the severe influx. Who knew that the biggest fright they would receive that night was the revelation that Sansa was dating Petyr?

Outside, the bonfire was still flickering merrily, though unattended. Sansa briefly wondered where Robb and Jeyne were before deciding she was grateful enough not to pry. After the extreme embarrassment of the past few minutes, she craved privacy and the space to reflect on what had happened. They sat together on the cushioned wicker loveseat stationed near the fire, and Sansa stared into the flames, barely registering at first as Petyr began to rub her back. As he kneaded her tense muscles, however, she slowly relaxed into his touch, sighing as his hands untangled the knots in her mind as well as in her back.

“Well that could have gone better,” she said shakily.

“I thought it went rather well, all things considering,” he replied quietly. “You did beautifully, sweetling.”

She sighed and turned, curling her legs up under her as she slipped into his arms, burying her face in his neck. The steady pulse she found there helped further soothe her frayed nerves, until she found the will to speak again. “You didn’t say much.”

“No, I didn’t,” Petyr said. “It was your battle today, not mine. Anything I might have said would have gone against our favor, regardless of what it was. Your parents weren’t in any condition to hear reason from my lips.”

Sansa saw the sense in his words, though she still wished he could have said more. It had felt as though she was alone in fighting for their relationship in that moment, despite how silly that notion was. This wasn’t the last of her battles with her parents over Petyr. She had no intentions of ending things, and her parents would stubbornly persist in their opinions as long as they could. Certainly, she wouldn’t always be alone in defending what they had. Right?

As though he knew her train of thought, he continued, words reassuring. “I promise you, they won’t be gifted with this reprieve for long. Whenever it isn’t more prudent to keep quiet, I’ll defend our relationship with everything I have. While it’s no skin off my back if they don’t want us together, I know how much your family means to you. You won’t be truly happy until they finally come to terms with this. And for that, I will do what I can to make things better.”

Sansa raised her head, meeting his gaze as the full weight of his words settled over her skin, cloaking it in warmth. Heedless of the danger it might pose if her parents came out and saw them, she leaned in and kissed Petyr, her lips turning upwards at the contact, the corners of his mouth mirroring hers. How could she have ever doubted him, truly? With every word and action, he showed her how much he cared. This would be a war, far from the first started by forbidden love, but, as long as they were fighting together, they’d come out victorious.

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