#wolf form too its just harder

[palilious]

Chester and His partner are my everything... Please give me a morsel more??? Also do you have a place I can purchase prints and/or artwork?

you want more Chester and Haven? I'll give you Chester and Haven Also I don't have a print site yet. I have to get in contact with the VAs I work with to see if I can sell some fanart, but I do want to sell my original pieces as well! I'll make sure to let you guys know if that ever happens!

[lizzieisright]

Alpha!Abby is such an oddly specific thing to write about, thank you for your service.

I've never sent a request to anyone ever before but I wanted to ask if you can write more alpha!abby.

Ahahaha, it will make more sense if you know that I spent my formative years in SPN and Teen wolf fandoms when they were at their peak, and in and out of kpop fandoms as well. (+ I worked on og story with omegaverse because I wanted wlw with a strong omega lead, which led to me getting really in depth with a/b/o, and now I'm quite fond of it)

Palestine: what can you do

Fri(end)s pt 2

alpha!abby x omega!reader

Summary: after you start dating, the question of sex comes up and Abby finds out you have 0 (zero) experience. So Abby, being an amazing partner, guides you through everything.

Tags: dead dove: do not eat. a/b/o universe (female alphas have dicks), virgin!reader, no hurt only comfort, communication, they're incredibly comfortable with each other. for smut: dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering (r!receiving), penetrative sex (r!receiving).

a/n: it's a mammoth (8k). I know. I don't know how it happened.

tags: @ushijimaswife-77

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There's no such a big difference between being friends with Abby and dating Abby. It might sound good since you're already super comfortable with each other, but being friends for so long with an alpha who is a player leaves its marks. 

You constantly forget you have a claim on Abby. You see other omegas look at her, smell her, and you don't remember that you are her omega, not other people - you just chuckle and do nothing about it. 

Abby gets confused because she can't stop fucking glaring at other alphas - but Abby is a possessive asshole, she knew it would happen. Still, you don't act like you're a couple sometimes, and it kinda hurts. 

Abby watches how once again you freeze when another omega looks at her, your scent going just a bit sour, but you still do nothing, and Abby presses down her frustration. 

It hits her only after two weeks of you doing it, why you’re doing it. She realises it when you two are sitting in her living room, drinking wine and chatting, like always, and when she does, she is filled with desire to tease you. 

“I have a question.” Abby asks with a cocky grin, and you roll your eyes fondly. “You know you can scent me, right?”

Your eyes go comically big before you understand what she is saying, but then you avoid looking at her - not in a bad manner, but more like you want to hide from her.

“Um. Yeah. Right.” Abby laughs kindly and tugs you so you could sit on her lap. You're clearly embarrassed by your own obliviousness, and Abby wants to tease you so bad. 

“Since we're dating? And I literally told you I'm yours?” You groan and Abby laughs harder. 

“I'm so used to you fucking every pretty omega you see, my mind hasn't caught up yet.” You mutter, trying to defend yourself, but Abby's pretty laugh makes you smile. “Did it upset you?”

“A little. But I knew you wouldn't be cruel like this to me, so I figured you had a different reason.”

Your heart breaks a little and you take Abby's face into your palms, staring into her pretty blue eyes, while her arms are wrapped around your back. 

“I love you.” You say with all your soul. 

Abby blinks, her mouth falls open. She blinks again. Then her whole face goes red. You giggle and kiss her forehead. 

“Thank you.” Abby says eventually and you laugh harder. 

“What kind of response is this?” 

Abby blinks and buries her face in your shoulder, embarrassed.

 “I love you too. And I'm thankful for your love.” 

You giggle and kiss Abby, pressing closer to her as her scent envelopes both of you. Abby holds you so tightly you can't take a full breath, but you don't care, you like being close to her. 

You break the kiss and very tentatively, as if you expect Abby to stop you, rub against her scent glands. Abby's fingers dig into your ass and she sighs, her voice low. The room starts smelling like arousal and Abby chuckles. 

“Have you caught up on the fact that I really want to fuck you or do you need more explicit confirmation for it as well?”

Your face burns with Abby's every word, but then there's a sudden smell of anxiety that makes Abby slow down. 

“We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” She reassures you, her hand caressing your back to bring you some comfort. Abby really doesn't like being a cause for your anxiety, especially in a topic that requires trust.

“Thanks.” You sigh and cringe at yourself. You're an adult, for fuck’s sake, there's nothing to be ashamed of. “I just.” You take a longer breath. You feel humiliated - not by Abby, never by her, but by some social expectations. “Please don't be weird about it. I'm a virgin.”

Abby freezes. You watch her blank face nervously - you don't know how she'll react. You keep repeating “there's nothing to be ashamed of” over and over in your head, but you start to crumble when Abby stays silent. 

“You're being weird about it.” You chuckle nervously. Abby shakes her head and smiles. 

“Sorry.” She then grins like she won this life. “I know it's stupid, but it makes me happy.” 

You understand what Abby is saying: she is happy you trust her with this. She is also smug as fuck, this asshole, and you don’t say anything more  - you’re not going to boost her ego out of the stratosphere.

“Do you want to have sex someday?” Abby asks gently, watching your face as your scent keeps being sour. She wants to comfort you, any way she can. 

“Yeah. It's not like I don't know what it is, heat really makes you creative. But I've never been with another person. I'm nervous.” You tell Abby honestly. She nods, although your scent tells her you’re more scared than nervous.

“You've never smelled of anxiety before, when I flirted with you. Is it different because now it's a real possibility?” 

You take a moment to think about it, and then nod.

“Yeah. I mean, I knew I wouldn't let us have sex, and you also knew I'd regret it, so I wasn't worried when we'd make out.”

Abby hums, figuring out how to handle this conversation and make you feel safe. 

“What are you nervous about?” 

You take a moment to think - it's not like you haven't spent time worrying about it, but you're not with some imaginary stranger right now, you're with Abby, so you make an effort to pinpoint the exact reason. 

“Doing something wrong. You know how I always have to get everything right on the first try, and I guess sex is not an exception. Plus, you have so much experience and I'd be lying if I said it doesn't make me feel insecure.”

Abby hums again, thinking about your words. 

“Got it. Well, I mean- having experience is great for building confidence and seeing how diverse people can be, but when you come down to it, every person is different. Every time when I was with a new person, it was the first time all over again, except my hands didn't shake and I didn't cum in the first five minutes.”

It makes you feel better and you chuckle. You're grateful for Abby taking such care with her words. 

“Do you know what I like in bed? Do I know what you like in bed? I've got some experience, but we have no experience with each other. You know, even if you weren't a virgin, I'd still be nervous too.”

You laugh at this, not being able to imagine this alpha nervous. Abby doesn't do nervous. She is hot and confident and knows what she is doing. 

“Would you?” You ask sceptically. 

“Of course! You're my dream girl, I want it to be perfect.” 

“You're such a sap.” You shake your head and kiss Abby, the smell of love and affection filling your noses. “Thanks. For being so patient with me.” 

“Shut up, it's basic decency.”

“Well, when you put it this way, thanks for being basically decent with me.”

Abby pouts and you laugh, kissing her again. 

You decide to take it slow so you can get used to being close to Abby in a different way. You talk about it more later on, go on a “let's get tested” date and make a system as Abby would slowly introduce new things to you and you'd tell her if it's something you like or not. 

You're very eager to explore Abby's weak points - seeing what makes her run electric. You get fond of kissing her neck and rubbing circles into her hip bones - it never fails to get a sigh or a grunt out of her. Abby loves how enthusiastic you are, especially when you get all sciency-like with her and experiment on different parts of her body - that's how Abby finds out her sides are actually pretty sensitive. It's more playful than sensual, but you progressively get more comfortable with her. 

Then you start touching each other under your clothes, and Abby has a hard time not growling into your mouth as you trace her newfound sensitive sides with your warm fingertips, while Abby gets to explore your back, running her fingers over your spine. She doesn't hurry into touching your tits under your shirt - only when you hesitantly cup her rib cage with both of your hands and run your thumb under her tits, Abby feels like she is free to do the same. Still, she needs it to be talked about.

“You can touch me, if you want.” Abby rumbles into your neck, sniffing this beautiful scent of arousal and love. “Do you want me to touch your tits?”

“Yeah.” You smile and Abby giggles before carefully cupping you right tit. You copy her and sigh, surprised. “Oh. It feels good. Yours is so soft.”

Abby laughs kindly at your childlike wonder and kisses you. 

“They're sensitive too.” You grin and squeeze Abby's tit, but in your eagerness you do it too hard and Abby jumps. “Easy.”

“Sorry.” You ease up and gently run your fingers over Abby's nipple. “Does it feel good?”

Abby chuckles and runs her thumb over your nipple. You sigh and shudder, suddenly very turned on.

“You tell me. Does it?” 

“Uh- yes.” You pant and Abby keeps brushing her thumb over your nipple, making you squirm. “Shit. I didn't even-” Your hips start to move and Abby watches you as you get desperate and needy. She can fucking smell how wet you are. 

“If you want, you can rub against my thigh. Make yourself cum while I play with your nipples.”

You think about it for a moment. 

“Okay.” You pant, but then you get an even better idea. “Wait, can we, um-” You swallow as you try to get your brain together, a little overwhelmed: Abby's touch is so much more pleasant. “Can you grind against me? So we both cum? Or it doesn't work f-”

You don't get to finish your sentence because Abby turns you on your back and gets between your legs. 

“I fucking love your brain.” 

You grin and let Abby part your legs, even though it makes you nervous. Abby can smell it, so she checks in with you. 

“You okay? Wanna stop?” 

“No, fuck no. Maybe slow down a little?” 

Abby nods and doesn't make any quick movements. She puts your legs over her thighs, letting your knees rest there, but she doesn't move closer until you feel comfortable, caressing your thighs. You can see the tent in her pants and it makes you feel all giddy - you will never get tired of getting Abby hard. 

“Come here.” You tug Abby down and she grins before kissing you. 

Abby holds herself on her forearm while the other arm slowly guides your thigh on her hip, slow enough so you could stop her before she puts all her weight on you - it might feel safe, but it also might feel scary to be caged like this. But you eagerly let her manipulate you and buck your hips - you love having Abby’s weight on you. You can't help but arch into her desperately, keeping your legs spread wide. 

“Fuck, it reminds of that time when you were with me during my heat.” You murmur and brush baby hairs out of Abby's face.

Abby smiles, visibly trying to be all collected and calm for your sake, but her scent betrays her - it's overpowered with lust. Her blue eyes have sprinkles of red in them and you grin. 

“Move, Abby.” You laugh, and Abby laughs too, but then she presses her clothed cock against your covered pussy- “Uh!” 

Abby smirks at you and starts slowly grinding her hips, while you try to not make any embarrassing sounds. It feels amazing, her cock is thick enough to rub you in all the right places, the tip of her dick catching on your clit and making you swallow another whimper. 

“Do you want me to touch your nipples?” 

You nod and Abby slides her hand under your shirt, rubbing and lightly pinching your nipple. You bite your lip before any embarrassing sound can escape, and Abby would find it endearing, but she wants to hear you. 

“Hey, I wanna hear. Let it out. Let me know that I'm making you feel good.” Abby pants. Her cock rubs against your clit just right and you whimper quietly. “Yeah. Good.”

“If you call me- fuck! If you call me good girl I'll-”

“What? You'll cum?”

You buck your hips and glare at Abby: and she knows you're playful, but she's also scared of hurting you with unnecessary teasing. 

“Do you want me to call you a good girl?” Abby asks genuinely and you get all flustered, not answering her question. 

Abby kisses you behind your ear and you shudder. God her cock feels good and it's not even inside you yet, it's absolutely not fair. It is also unfair that Abby makes you feel good and you're doing nothing, so you slide your hands under her shirt and hold her sides, stroking them with your thumb. Abby's pace stutters and you grin. 

“You're a menace.” Abby growls and pinches your nipples a little harder. 

Her grinding gets quicker, bringing you closer to your orgasm. You wish you didn't have two layers of clothing between you, that you could feel Abby for real. 

“Abby-” You whimper her name and Abby grunts, her hand squeezing your tit almost painfully. Her thrusts become erratic and you feel like you're on fire: Abby is cumming, her scent spiking with pleasure. She is going to cum because you said her name, oh god. “Abby, please-” You whimper again and Abby moans, her other hand gripping the blanket you're laying on. Her hips shake as she keeps grinding against you and you buck your hips, wanting to cum with her. 

“Call me-” You ask Abby, desperate, hoping she will understand. 

“Good girl, such a good fucking girl-” Abby growls and you cum with a quiet shriek, your thighs closing on Abby. She watches you like she's obsessed, like she is witnessing a miracle, and her dick keeps twitching and soiling her pants. 

It takes a minute for both of you to even out your breathing, and then you laugh, covering your eyes in embarrassment.

“Wow. You're so fucking hot.” You tell Abby and she kisses your tit through your shirt. “Do you think when we get to real sex it will feel even better?”

“Just because I didn't put my dick in you doesn't mean this wasn't real sex, babe.” Abby murmurs, tired. “Who knows. Maybe you'll try it and feel like this is better. There's only one way to find out.” 

You huff fondly and run your fingers across Abby's shoulders. 

“Have you ever been with virgins before?”

Abby hums in agreement. 

“A few. It was cool.”

“Was it awkward?” You ask out of curiosity: you don't feel awkward with Abby at all. She is your comfort person.

“I mean, not really. It was when one of them didn't tell me she was a virgin and I hurt her. So you know, thanks for telling me.”

“O wow. That must've sucked.”

“Well, we stopped and I ate her out in the end.”

“Oh.” You feel your face warming up. 

Abby catches your little “oh” and looks up, curious. She thinks back to her words and grins. 

“Wanna try? I'd love to eat you out.” 

“Yeah. Sounds great.” You laugh, cringing at yourself kindly. “I feel like we won't go all the way before my heat with all of these things you can show me.”

“We're not going to rush. We'll find plenty of ways to fuck anyway, so if you want me to be with you during your heat, we'll figure it out.” 

“Of course I want you to be with me, you dum-dum. You're my alpha.”

Abby wiggles on top of you and you kiss her head. 

“You're a fucking simp.”

Abby bites your shoulder and you bite her too. 

Now that you two are being more close than before you started dating, you finally feel the pull to mark Abby and glare at other omegas - of course they want Abby, she is fucking perfect, but she is yours. 

You have it on good authority. Abby told you. Herself.

You start scenting Abby and she beams every time. She also notices your glares and she can't be happier - she loves when you get possessive. One night she teaches you how to leave hickeys, and you leave an absolutely gigantic one - you really opened your mouth wide for this one - and Abby, who is notorious for having no shame, feels the need to cover that one up because it's scandalous. You grin, satisfied, every time you look at it and Abby gives up. She stops wearing her turtlenecks. 

After a few months, the campus finally accepts that Abby Anderson is now taken. Omegas stop looking at her like they have a chance, but keep looking at her like she is a god. You don't mind. 

After that time when Abby made you both cum in your pants, you grow impatient. You don't rush with the whole penetration thing - you’ve felt how big Abby is and it is intimidating - but you want to get naked. You want to feel Abby’s skin, and feel her with your lips and feel her lips on you. (You might wanna grind on her cock as well)

“I wanna take my shirt off.” You tell Abby when you're making out in your living room: Abby is half lying on the couch while you're on top of her. 

“Please do.” Abby smirks. 

“I want you to take off your shirt as well.”

Abby doesn't say anything and just tugs her shirt off and then helps you take yours off. Abby stares for a moment, mesmerised by your tits - she knew you didn't have a bra on - they're pretty, they're soft and Abby really wants to play with your nipples and see if you'd be sensitive too when she will use her mouth. 

“Holy fuck, doll. You're fucking beautiful.” Abby marvels and brushes her fingers over your warm skin, going from your shoulders to your hips. 

“Take your bra off.” You nod at Abby's last defence and she takes it off so quickly she almost gets stuck in it. You lie down, pressing your chest on her chest and it feels so good. Abby is so warm and yes, she is pure muscle, her abs and chest are very defined, but she is still very soft. You kiss her shoulder right above her collarbone and Abby grips your waist harder. “Does it feel good?” 

“Yeah.” Abby sighs, happy. “Do you have anything in mind?”

“I want to get fully naked.”

“Jesus Christ.” Abby swallows. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“I thought maybe I should take you on that offer to eat me out?”

The way Abby's eyes don't take even a second to become bright red makes you giggle. Abby tries to suppress her desire to make you submit to her, but you feel her alpha presence getting stronger and more suffocating than ever. You nuzzle into her neck and Abby growls quietly, like a teenager - but you know she is fighting herself on just doing everything her way. You know it's tempting - you can't say you haven't fantasied about Abby just pinning you down and fucking you until you can't take it anymore - but Abby does have amazing self-control. Even if her presence tells you how much she wants to just bend you over and fuck you through this couch, her hands are gentle and she doesn't move. 

“But first let's just get naked.” You smile and Abby nods. 

You both strip completely and you just stare at each other. Your cheeks burn as you trace Abby with your eyes: her long legs, muscular thighs, her half-hard cock with curly blonde pubes around it, the v-line of her hips, her abs, perky little tits, her round, muscular shoulders, her arms. God, her arms. Soft, strong fingers, veiny wrists from lifting weights, chiselled forearms, the curves of her biceps and triceps. Abby looks like a god, her blonde hair almost like a halo, liquid gold around her. You don't want to stop looking, trying to see every mole and every scar on her. 

You get so stuck staring at Abby you don't have a moment to get self-conscious, but then Abby reaches for your hand and the spell breaks. You realise you were just standing there, fully naked, in front of a literal Greek goddess, and your insecurities flare up.

“I really need to hit the gym, huh.” You try to joke, but Abby doesn't buy it. 

“You're perfect.” Abby says with all the love she has in her heart. “I’m so privileged to get to see you like this.”

You chuckle, but hug Abby around her neck as she kisses you softly. She holds your waist, but as you're kissing, her hands start wandering over your hips, your back, stopping at your sides just to feel your curves. It feels good, having her warm strong hands all over you, and you press closer, feeling Abby's cock poke your stomach. Abby hums into the kiss and gently grabs your ass, messaging it. 

“Bedroom?” Abby asks in a raspy voice and you nod. 

You giggle as you walk to the bedroom holding hands, fully naked, and Abby chuckles at you - she loves how much fun you have, how comfortable you are with her. You're still nervous, but you don't smell sour anymore, and it's all Abby needs. 

You climb the bed and watch Abby climb after you with a smile, opening your arms for her as she lies on top of you. You feel her cock and you can't help yourself - you buck your hips and sigh.

“Stop it.” Abby laughs and you buck your hips again. Abby gets harder and her grip on your waist gets tighter. “I'm gonna get you for that.” 

“Yeah?”

Abby wants your cocky smile gone, so she leans to your neck and sucks a hickey into your skin, making you squeak and shudder under her. Abby smiles, her canines grazing your skin and you feel yourself getting wet. Abby is so damn hot. 

“Can I put my mouth on you?”

“Yes, fuck-” You sigh and pet Abby on her head, weaving your fingers into her hair. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah.” 

Abby starts leaving kisses all over your shoulders and chest, avoiding your tits at first, but then she feels confident enough to wrap her lips around your nipple and you gasp. Abby can smell how wet you're getting and she growls, her control slipping away. 

She can't help it: you're pretty, pliant under her, you make the best noises and you're hers. She wants to sink her teeth in you. 

“Fuck, it feels good.” You sigh like you're surprised. Abby chuckles and sucks on your nipple making you sigh louder, not moaning yet, but not quiet anymore. “Are yours this sensitive too?” You manage to ask and then you yelp when Abby gently bites you. 

“Yeah.” Abby frowns when she sees your excited eyes. “No, right now you're just going to lie and be pretty for me.”

Your breath hitches - your body relaxes immediately and your head falls down on the pillow. You feel all fuzzy and horny, ready to do whatever Abby tells you to do, whatever your alpha tells you to do. Your thighs relax and Abby presses closer, her abs pressing against your cunt. The change in your behaviour is so sudden Abby slows down and looks at you, only to groan helplessly: your eyes are golden and pleading, inviting her to destroy you. 

“Breathe.” Abby tells you and you breathe for a minute. Your head gets clearer and the golden of your eyes fades away. 

“What the fuck was that?” You pant, surprised. You don't smell scared or anxious, and Abby can breathe easier.

“I accidentally used my voice on you.” 

“Uh. Okay. So that's how it feels. Cool. Good to know.” Abby laughs and you laugh too before tugging her up and kissing her. Abby is getting impatient, so she breaks the kiss and resumes her trail down your body. She licks your nipple and you squeak again, but then she goes lower, kissing your stomach with an open mouth, biting you gently, while her hands bend your legs. Abby is so close to your pulsing cunt she has to force herself to be slow, and judging by how your scent changes just a little sour, it's for the best. 

“This is embarrassing.” You laugh and cover your eyes when Abby finally moves down and puts your legs on her shoulders. 

Abby kisses your thigh, ignoring the scent of your dripping pussy - she wants to bury her face in you - and then she blows a raspberry on your skin. You jump and laugh, glaring at Abby fondly, but she only blows another one. 

“This is very unsexy of you.”

“Not true. I can smell how horny you're. You liked it.” Abby smirks, noticing how the sour smell left your scent almost completely.

You huff, but all your giggles stop when Abby kisses your thigh lower - you can feel her hair tickling your pussy. She moves lower and you fist the blanket under you: even feeling Abby's head move between your legs is already a lot. But it also so fucking hot, and then you feel her breath on your pubic bone and you grip her hair tighter.

“You smell so fucking good.” Abby says reverently, dragging her nose over your pussy. You're tense, so fucking tense under her, but you don't smell like you're distressed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it's just a lot. Every time you move I feel it so intensely.” 

“Take a breath for me and relax.” You listen to Abby and breathe out, relaxing. 

Abby is slow: she kisses all around your pussy, the junction of your thighs, your lips, your pubic bone. You're suffocating in her scent, you feel already devoured by her with the heavy scent of possession and dominance filling your nose. It helps you relax and Abby finally opens your thighs so she could eat you out properly. Her eyes are red and she can't help her growling - god, if you ever want to mate her she'll leave her bite right between your legs, because this pussy is hers. 

Abby licks a long strip from your hole to your clit and you jump, your grip in Abby's hair tight.

“Fuck!” 

Abby doesn't listen anymore: she tasted you and her brain waved goodbye. She licks all of your pussy, rubs your clit gently while you whine above her. You can't keep your legs open, caging her between your thighs, so Abby wraps her arms around them and pins you down, her instincts going berserk with the want to keep you under her control. 

You look at her biceps bulging and roll your eyes in pleasure, letting the word “alpha” escape your mouth. 

Abby's brain short-circuits and she moans into your cunt, humping the bed. You buck your hips in response but she just presses you down and shoves her tongue inside you, moaning at your taste. You squeak and get up on your elbows, overwhelmed: it's too much and absolutely not enough, having Abby's mouth on you, hearing all the noises she makes because of you, smelling her scent dominating you. It's good, it's so good and you feel so empty, you need to have her inside you.

“Abby- fuck-” You screw your eyes shut when she sucks on your clit. “I wanna- want a finger.”

Abby looks up and you fall back on the bed after meeting her feral eyes: you submit to her fully, and Abby smirks, satisfied. Abby moves away and watches your soaked pussy for a moment before caressing it with her fingers, making you twitch when she touches your clit. 

“How many do you usually use?” Abby rasps.

“Two.” You whimper. Abby hums and slowly, very slowly, pushes one finger inside. 

“God, baby.” Abby sighs dreamingly. “So tight.”

“I'm a virgin, Abby.” You giggle, but feeling Abby inside distracts you.

Abby tries not to think how you'll feel around her dick, so hot and tight, clenching around her, but even a glimpse of it makes her hump the bed. She watches your face as you get used to having someone else's finger inside of you, and then she curls her finger gently. You gasp, and nod, humming in approval.

Abby starts moving her finger and curling it, seeing your cum collect at the base of her finger. It takes you little time before you relax and Abby pushes the second finger in. It's tighter and Abby doesn't move her fingers when she smells a faint scent of hurt. 

“Hurts?”

“I like it.” You say shortly, because you do like feeling how Abby stretches you. You think about her dick stretching you and you clench around Abby's fingers, making her growl, her self-control crumbling.

You don't need Abby to be careful, but she still is, curling her fingers gently. You're moaning quietly on every curl and the hurt evaporates from your scent - it's beautiful. Abby puts her mouth back on you and you whine when her thrusts inside you match the pace of her tongue on your clit. 

“Oh my god you'll make me cum.” You whimper and Abby groans, her humping gets more aggressive. You fist the blanket in your fingers, feeling your lower stomach tensing in approaching orgasm. “Shit, oh my god, Abby, please-” 

You grip her hair tighter, practically shoving her face into your cunt and Abby moans again: she loves feeling your fingers in her hair, loves hearing you beg. 

It takes one more gentle curl for your whole body to tense and a loud whimper to escape your throat. Your scent spikes in euphoria and Abby groans when she feels how you pulsate around her fingers. She drags her cock over the covers and shudders, too turned on, while she watches your face. You're fucking divine like this, cumming on her fingers, the only thing keeping you still is Abby's grip on your hips. 

“Abby, oh my god, fuck!” You moan and your hips jump when Abby sucks on your clit, but the pleasure starts to hurt. “It's too much, please-”

Abby moves away and watches your cunt flutter around her fingers rhythmically, drenching her hand. She is spellbound, and for a moment you two are in separate worlds: you're coming down from your high and she is somewhere in her darkest fantasies. Abby will never hurt you, but she cannot not think about fucking you right now, pushing inside you and not letting you escape her, splitting you on her cock. 

You take a big breath to calm yourself down, but then you look at Abby and gulp: her eyes are so dark with something hot and dangerous. It makes you shudder and you remember that she hasn't cum yet. 

“Abby-” Her sharp eyes look up and you feel like you're in front of a predator. “Come here, baby.” 

Abby climbs on top of you, her fingers still trapped inside you, and you kiss her. You feel her cock poking your thigh and suddenly you’re overcome with the need to make her to cum. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” Abby admits and licks your neck, half-feral.

“I wanna make you cum.” You tell her and kiss her temple. “Lie down.”

Abby slowly takes her fingers out of you and licks them clean, making your face burn, but you don't stay embarrassed long: Abby lies on her back and you're presented with the magnificence that she is. 

“I'll need your help.” You tell her: even though you're very turned on, you're still intimidated. For a moment you feel like you bit more than you could chew, but Abby gently pets your head and nods.

“Of course. Don't push yourself, doll.” 

You feel easier after that and lean down to kiss Abby's scent glands. She squeezes your thigh and hums in pleasure. You move lower, kissing her sternum and then, like under some spell, you latch onto her nipple. Abby twitches and moans quietly, and your ears ring: it was one thing hearing Abby groan when she was between your legs, and another thing knowing it's your direct actions that make her moan. 

Your eyes fall on her stomach, where the precum is glistening, dripping from her hard, wet cock. Abby is big, fuck she is big, and you mouth salivates. You try not to think how it's going to fit in you one day, but right now you really want to fit it in your mouth. 

You crawl between her legs and Abby gulps while her fingers grab your hair. She is not guiding your head, letting you control the pace. You wrap your fingers around her cock and Abby hisses, so turned on by seeing your hand on her dick. You look up, panicking that you hurt her, but Abby's scent only spikes with joy. 

“Tighter, baby.” Abby pants and you listen, eagerly wrapping your hand tighter and pumping her cock. Abby starts panting, her chest heaving, and you smile. 

“I love seeing you like this.” You murmur and then, in a sudden wave of bravery, you lean down, licking the head of her dick. Abby grips your hair tighter, almost causing pain, but you don't care. 

You take your time to adjust to the velvet soft texture and the salty taste, but the more you lick, the more addicted you get, especially smelling her growing arousal, her desire to break you. 

“Shit, baby.” Abby growls and very lightly pushes your head down: you don't even register it at first, but then you eagerly swallow her down, as much as you can take. Abby moans and her thighs shake: your mouth is hot and wet, and Abby breathes through her nose to not cum immediately. 

You notice and grin before sucking on her head, whirling your tongue slowly. Abby groans, soft delicate sounds falling from her lips and you look up to her, making eye contact.

“I won't last long, babe.” Abby growls and you wiggle your butt, delighted. “Yeah? You like the thought that you can make me cum so soon?” You hum in agreement and Abby's head falls on the pillow. “Shit!” 

This is interesting. You keep moaning around Abby's cock, sucking her off as best as you can, and then you cup her balls gently, scared to hurt her. Abby moans, loud, and you wish you had something inside you right now to compensate for emptiness Abby’s fingers left in you. It's so hot seeing Abby coming undone, Abby, who probably had way better blowjobs in her life, but because it's you, it turns her into a teenager.

“Fuck. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum.” Abby moans and you hum again. “Fuck!” 

You let Abby cum in your mouth, even though you don't know quite what to expect - but you feel her balls tighten and her cock pulsate as your mouth gets filled with her cum, and you don’t move away, too greedy. It's a lot, but it's not unpleasant, although you can't keep up and swallow everything. You let her dick out of your mouth and a few spurts end up on your face. 

Abby pants and moans, watching your surprised face: she laughs through her moans and wipes your cheek with a shaking hand. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

You grin and flop on top of Abby, kissing her. You both are covered in cum, and it makes you giggle, knowing you're gonna smell like each other for the next few days.

“Love you.” Abby murmurs, sleepy: she always wants to nap after sex. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing. Can't wait for you to fuck me properly.”

“Whenever you want, babe. Whenever you want.”

It's ironic, but you have your first “real” sex (cue’s Abby's eye roll) in the morning. It's Saturday and you both sleep in: Abby's holding you close even in her sleep, her arm wrapped around your waist. You wake up earlier than Abby and giggle: not the first time when you wake up with Abby's hard cock pressing into you. You have no idea what she is dreaming about, but you hope it's you. 

And this time, you can actually do something about it. You snuggle closer to her and kiss Abby's scent glands, making her sigh. It makes you grin and you snake your hand down into her boxers, lightly brushing your fingertips over her cock. Abby sighs again and bucks her hips, seeking more, but you stop and kiss her neck again.

“Abby.” You call sweetly, not wanting to startle her, and she hums. “Wake up.”

“What's up?”

“Your dick.”

Abby laughs at this and you smile, happy. 

“Wanna do something about it?” 

You hum and stroke Abby's cock gently, feather like - the quickest way to get her worked up. Her scent gets heavier and you chuckle, gripping her cock tighter. Abby grunts and sneaks her arm behind your back, prodding at your hole - you're wet, your thighs are sticky with your cum.

“Got yourself worked up, huh?” Abby asks, her voice still sleepy and raspy. You nod and wiggle your butt, trying to get her fingers inside you. “How about you ride me?”

You gulp, suddenly extremely turned on, your scent getting thicker with desire, and Abby moves the blanket away. She helps you straddle her and you part your lips so they're on either side of Abby's cock, your clit dragging over her length. It's hot, you love covering Abby in your cum, feeling extremely possessive over her. 

Abby holds your hips in her strong hands and guides your moves on top of her, keeping them slow. You both pant and moan, you twitch when Abby pinches your nipple under your shirt. 

“Take it off.” Abby growls and you smile, a little fuzzy from her voice: she can't always control it, ordering you around. You throw your shirt somewhere and Abby grunts: seeing you on top of her, confident, safe, giggling and moaning, is the best view in her life. 

Abby squeezes your sides when your clit catches on the head of her cock, and when you slide up, you feel her poking your hole. It sends a hot wave down your spine and you try to do it again, slowing down every time you grind back, making Abby's cock press into you. 

Abby catches up on your actions and moans: you are a menace. She wishes you pushed a little harder, pulled her inside, into your tight, hot cunt. 

“Abby-”

“Yeah, baby?” Abby pants, watching your determined face. 

“Fuck me.”

Abby blinks and digs her fingers into your thighs, so fucking turned on: you want to take her. She will finally claim you, she will be the first (and the last) person you trust with this. You still smell a little nervous, but Abby learnt to read it by now: when you're good nervous and bad nervous. This seems to be a "good nervous" scent.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Abby brings you down and kisses you, kneading your ass so you could keep grinding against her, her scent quickly growing agressive. She pushes one finger in carefully and you moan, desperate.

“Abby, please-” You beg and Abby gulps, fighting for her self-control. 

She turns you both and slides down to put her mouth on you, and you whimper when Abby gently sucks on your clit. You're wet and you smell like her, your scents mixing together. It drives Abby crazy: she wants to mate you so fucking bad, she wants you to be hers for the rest of your lives. 

You take two of her fingers easily, dripping down her palm after all these times Abby fingered you, and Abby licks up all of your cum, addicted to your taste. But then Abby presses the third finger in and you grip her hair, excited. It goes tighter, but you love it - you even get a little sad when the sting of the stretch passes. Abby curls her fingers and you jump, dangerously close to your orgasm.

“Abby- Don't- don't make me cum.” You beg through your moans and Abby looks up.

“Why?”

“Want to cum on your cock.”

Abby would laugh if it didn't turn her on so much. She sucks your clit on purpose and you jump before tugging on her hair.

“I swear to god-” You start your threat but Abby curls her fingers, making you squeak. 

But Abby slows down: she wants you dripping, relaxed and blissed out before she fucks you. She keeps moving her fingers slowly while she licks and sucks on your pussy, and you sigh sweetly above her, your grip on her hair relaxing. Abby is almost lazy, but she watches you intently. You're wet, your cum mixed with her saliva and Abby moans quietly, getting off on the fact that she marked you. Your thighs start twitching soon, and you tug on Abby's hair again. 

“Come here.” You ask, and Abby obeys. She slowly takes her fingers out and kisses you, letting you taste yourself. You moan when you feel Abby's taste lingering as well.

“You're so beautiful.” Abby murmurs into your neck as she nuzzles you, wanting to comfort you and make you feel safe. 

You nuzzle back, grinning: you love how Abby takes care of you. You hug her shoulders and kiss her gently, slowing down as well. Abby snakes her hand between your bodies and slowly circles your clit with her thumb, watching intently as your face changes from pleasure; she tries not to overwhelm you. You sigh softly and Abby chuckles into your shoulder.

“You're cute.”

“Fuck off.” You laugh, embarrassed. Abby laughs too and kisses your tit before gently sucking on your nipple. You thread your fingers through Abby's hair and arch into her. “I love you.”

Abby's scent spikes and you giggle. 

“Love you so much.” She whispers feverishly into your skin. 

She takes a pillow and puts it under your butt, making you comfortable. Both of your clothes are around you and you feel extremely safe. It's Abby, it's your alpha, she will take care of you. You spread your legs and Abby parts your folds, replacing her thumb with her cock. You sigh and shake under her, too sensitive. You love when you grind against each other: it's so intimate and perfect. You know Abby loves it too, your slick making the best sounds for Abby's ears. 

You watch Abby frown and bite her lip to not make any sounds, so you kiss her, not letting her hide from you. Your clit catches on the head of her cock again and you both moan. 

“Come on, baby.” You encourage Abby and she nods, lining up her cock with your hole. 

“If I smell hurt, we're stopping.” She warns you and you nod. You don't want your alpha to know she hurt you during your most vulnerable time either.

Abby doesn't push right away, just lightly pressing on the edges of your hole like you did it yourself before, but when she gets the head of her cock wet enough, she pushes harder. 

“God.” Abby sighs, feeling your tight walls squeeze her cock. You don't smell like pain so Abby pushes further while you cling to her shoulders. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

You hum, but you're too concentrated on your own feelings: Abby is so big and it's a lot, it's intense and feels so different from her fingers. You're thankful she doesn't go all the way in, giving you time. Abby slowly pushes back and forth, fucking your gently until all of her length is inside you, and you relish in the feeling of her being in you. Abby bottoms out and you cling to her, turned on from being so full, so stretched. It doesn't hurt but it still stings a little - and you like it. You like knowing Abby is a little too big for you. 

“I'm gonna cum.” You whine when Abby slowly thrusts inside. You need one little touch to your clit and you'll come undone, you're sure of it. “Slowly, yeah?”

Abby nods and kisses you as she slowly fucks you; she doesn't go all the way out, letting you get used to it. You moan softly as she moves, her cock touching every nerve ending in your walls. 

“Good?” Abby asks, and you understand that she is nervous. Your heart swells with affection and your scent spikes with love.

“Perfect.” You smile and kiss her. “You can go harder.”

Abby grips your thighs and thrusts hard enough to punch the air out of you. You choke on your moan and Abby pulls out, watching her cock glisten with your cum. It makes her feral and she gets more confident, fucking you harder, letting her hips slap against yours. It's intense and you can't think, overwhelmed by how good it feels, so you let your brain go all fizzy.

“Fuck, Abby, please.” You whine desperately and Abby swallowa, gripping you harder. She doesn't want to hurt you, but you start bucking your hips, trying to get Abby deeper and that's it. 

Abby’s scent changes: it’s suffocating now, bending you to her will, dark and possessive. Abby pins your thighs to the bed and starts hammering inside you, growling on every thrust. She knows you can take it, smells your pleasure, so Abby doesn't restrain herself. She fucks you hard and fast, listening to your whines and whimpers with the only thought in her head:

“Mine.” Abby growls and you bare your throat for her like a good little omega you are. “You were made for my cock, taking it so well on your first try, huh? Good fucking girl.” Abby leans down and sucks a hickey into your scent glands, claiming you.

Your eyes roll into your skull and you claw at Abby's shoulders, so desperate. You're close, but your brain is a mush and you can only beg. Abby smirks and moves her hand down your thigh so she can hold you open and flick your clit with her thumb. 

You shake and cum with a loud moan, spasming around Abby's cock, and she groans. Abby bottoms out and stills, letting herself feel it, how your walls trap her inside. It's better than any of the fantasies she had before: not only you're so tight around her, but you're also so fucking pretty, with her mark blooming on your neck, your throat still bared. You're vulnerable, trusting, and Abby feels honoured she can get you to this point. But then she gets hungry. She starts moving again, and you're lost in your pleasure now: your head is so fuzzy, your cunt is full with your alpha's cock, and all you want now is for Abby to cum deep inside you, claiming you. 

“I'm yours, fuck-” You squeal when Abby thrusts especially deep. 

Abby chuckles and starts thumbing your clit, eager to make you cum again. 

“And I'm yours, pretty girl.” Abby sighs, getting hazy with her own devotion to you, the smell of love almost overpowering lust. “Cum.”

You close your thighs around Abby and cum again, not able to disobey her. It's a neat trick, having Abby use her voice on you, making you even more turned on. Abby moans softly as she tries to fuck you through your orgasm, but you spasm right on her head and she cums with a groan, bottoming out, painting your walls with her cum. You’re still pulsating around her, milking Abby’s cock and she pushes even deeper, until you choke on your moan and press on her shoulder to stop her, but you’re so deliciously tight Abby can’t help herself. She digs her nails into your inner thighs and pulls out just to see her cock covered in your and her cum, mixed together. 

“So fucking pretty.” Abby growls and pushes back in, overstimulating herself. You feel her twitch inside you, and you sigh, also overstimulated.

You're shaking, but you still find some strengh to bring Abby closer, burying your nose in her neck, whining and panting into her ear while she sinks her teeth into your shoulder gently, not causing any pain. 

“Jesus.” You pant as your head clears up. 

“Are you okay?” Abby asks and you chuckle: there she is, your caring soft alpha.

“I’m fucking floating in space, Abby.”

“Good.”

You lie like this for a few minutes before Abby pulls out - you wince, sore, and Abby comforts you with kisses. She insists on helping you in the shower and brings you her softest clothes, and you tease her for being so whipped. Abby rolls her eyes and puts her hoodie on you. It hurts to sit just a bit, but you don’t mind and hiss at Abby when she tries to make it easier for you. 

You’re hers, your body and soul, and you want the evidence of it to be constant. 

[rockatanskette]

Semi-related to my post on how human conservation practices, but I have a cold today, and it's got me thinking about biological altruism—the biological imperative to put other creatures ahead of yourself, to benefit the group.

When talking about possible interactions with other species, we talk a lot about humans being crazy and thrill-seeking and impossible to kill. Never use a warning shot as an incentive to keep humans out of a fight; it'll just make them angry. And that's true. But a valid criticism I've seen in the "Earth is a death world" community is that according to our understanding of evolution, every planet must be some form of death world. Competition fosters evolution—the wolf with sharper claws survives when its litter mates die. You can't reach space travel without some casualties along the way.

But the dog survives because it makes friends with the strange ape carrying a sharp stick. And the strange ape survives because it befriends the wolf. Underneath the death world is an inextricable and undeniable layer of the bond world; the love world; the world, together.

I imagine some worlds are not death worlds. They're peaceful and tranquil. I suspect there are worlds far more deadly than Earth, where the skies rain diamonds, harder than any substance we know with the species to match. And I imagine that they are united in their confusion at the duality of humankind.

Today is a great example: I have a cold, and I want someone to take care of me, but the people who would are immunocompromised, also sick, or live 8 hours away, respectfully. I also want no one within the walls of my apartment or I will eat them. I feel gross, I feel tired, and I don't want a single human being anywhere near me, even if they did bring soup.

In my constant scrolling through my phone today, I decided to look up why the hell I feel so bad—why everyone feels so bad when they're ill. And the answer surprised me. I always thought it was because your immune system is active, so it's using a lot of your energy. That is part of it. Another part is that your brain and body are communicating across the blood-brain barrier to fight the infection, which is rare and energetically expensive.

But that doesn't explain everything, and according to more current research, it could also be what's called the Eyam Hypothesis: that we feel so gross, so we instinctively isolate from other people. We're too tired to deal with others, and so we don't infect them. Misanthropy for the good of the species. Of course, it can also backfire: one of the criticisms of the Eyam Hypothesis is that humans also instinctively care for each other. If my brother has a headache, I drive to the store for Advil.

Personally, I think it's a little bit of both: biological altruism. Either way, the majority live on. The first thought I had this morning when I woke up wasn't "I feel gross" it was "there's no way I'm going to work today." And while that might not be everyone's first thought, you don't even have to be a particularly altruistic person to not want to leave your home or your bed when you're sick. It's inborn.

And so when the human named Ismail comes down with a case of the interstellar common cold, his alien friend Dyos grows very concerned. Ismail is usually intensely social, almost off-puttingly so. Some crew members joke about how his quarters are for sleeping and prayer only; if he's home alone? You should be worried. But when Dyos demands an answer to the severity of Ismail's malady, the other humans just nod knowingly.

"Nah, he's okay, the medics already cleared him. It's not a severe infection."

"But there are so many...fluids. And his body has changed color."

There is a moment of confusion there until they remember that Dyos's species can see in the infrared color spectrum.

"Nah, that's just a low-grade fever. It should break in the next couple days."

"But he doesn’t want to play chess today," Dyos insists.

"Ohhhh," says human Claudia, finally understanding. "No, that's normal. Humans don't like being around other people when they're sick, it's supposed to be one of the major evolutionary advantages. Protect your community from your illness and the genes live on."

"So we're just going to leave him alone?" Dyos is troubled by this. He can go for weeks without speaking to another life form, but he has seen Ismail grow despondent when unable to participate in social gathering.

"Oh, no," human Claudia says, laughing. "We're going to employ one of the other most longstanding human evolutionary advantages."

There are many to choose from and Dyos settles on, "middle age?"

"Sort of," human Claudia opens up a small shipping container and holds up a brown paper bag tied with a colorful ribbon. It glows brightly in Dyos's vision, almost as brightly as human Claudia's smile. "His nanni's hot soup, express delivery."

[misguidedasgardian]

The Hour of the Wolf (9)

IX. Longing

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your husband is away from you, and you are away from your husband

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, allucinations, complications in pregnancy, arranged marriage, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon, might miss some warnings, this chapter might contain triggering content as its features threats to a pregnant woman, from someone who is supposed to be deceased, ghost much? jeje

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3,7 k 

Notes: I really want to think Northerners are not like they were portrayed in the last seasons of the Got shitshow. I did not check this for errors, I'm so excited to post it jeje sorry

It felt like your baby knew, as soon as Cregan left, you started showing, you had been married to Cregan for more than six moons, but it was complicated to tell which of all those numerous times he bed you did the trick, but the Maester believed you were almost four moons now 

Further than you expected

But also, as Cregan left, you felt terribly lonely, especially at night, your treacherous mind would draw sinister figures in the corner of your vision. You had trouble sleeping, only able to do so if there was at least one fire lighten in your room

You didn’t want to feel like this, you really didn’t, you wanted to be relaxed, for your child’s sake 

But it was proven really difficult, your tricky eyes would draw shapes of people in corners that were not really there, when you turned too quickly or even in the corner of your eye. You besides dealing with issues of a healing Kingdom, you wanted to keep your mind busy 

“Have you seen Vhaelar flying over the city this past week?”, you asked Ser Arryk

“No, your grace”, he informed dutifully, as he was commanded to keep an eye on your dragon

“I want to see her”, you inform him, he looked at your belly doubtfully, but when he looked back into your eyes, and the decision made, he didn’t question you, he just nodded

“I’ll get the dragon keepers and some of the guards to escort you, your grace”, he said and almost ran to fulfill the command 

You could feel how nervous they were as you were walking dangerous steps amongst the coast of King’s Landing.

You had put on your riding gear, even though you weren’t sure you were going to actually take a fly, but it is the only “suit”, that allowed you to wear pants without looking strange, and boots so you won’t slip in the rock and hurt yourself

Vhaelar never liked the Pit, and now that it was mainly destroyed, she nested in the cliffs near the castle 

You could hear her even before you saw her, you looked back at your escort and they stopped moving to allow you to get close to the huge cavern she rested in

“Vhaelar!”, you called, and you hear her acknowledgement in form of a more soft growl, you placed your hand on your belly excitedly, as you took a torch a dragon keeper offered you and walked inside

The cavern was huge, dark and moist, humid, it hit you like a slap, the smell of hundred of dead animals, burnt, devoured by your huge dragon

it was an issue, before you paid farmers for cattle and the cattle was taken to the Dragon Pit to feed the dragons, but now that Vhaelar roamed freely, it was harder to paid the farmers back for their troubles, but the crown did

Vhaelar’s huge head appeared in front of you 

“Rytsas, ñuha dōna riña, emagon ao issare ruaragon?”, [Hello, my sweet girl, have you been hiding here?]

“issa verdagon iā lenton, aōha dārōñe”, [She is nesting, your Grace], muttered a brave Dragonkeeper that followed you inside, you looked back over your shoulder, he was one that knew Vhaelar and how to interact with her, so she didn’t even move a muscle

“verdagon iā lenton?“,[Nesting?], you asked, excitedly, the man nodded, your hand went to your belly, you looked back at your dragon and you found her huge golden eyes looking down at your belly, and then at you

“ñuha dōna riña”, [My sweet girl], you whispered, placing your hand in her snout, and petter her until she purred almost 

Your dragon was going to lay a clutch of eggs, or egg, for your baby, they were right, there was a special connection between dragon and rider, you smiled warmly at the very thought. It also wasn’t strange, there was still some dragons in Dragonstone, the Cannibal for example, dragons she can mate with. 

This had certainly lightened up your mood for the rest of the day, as your guards were relieved that you decided against taking a short flight.

Vhaelar was to be left alone if she was indeed nesting 

It is indeed a wonder she didn’t burn you to a crisp

But now… as soon as you entered the castle, you felt like a dark cloud was on top of you and wouldn’t let go 

Cregan had done all he could to make the place nice for you again, there was a few weeks in which he would walk by your side and watch you carefully, everything you looked at and flinch, he would change for something else, all the tapestries and furniture, all of it, he would trade it for others, he even went as far as commissioning paintings from Lys to change the colors of the rooms

But still, it was still an impregnable fortress. Designed to not let anyone in… or out…

You tried to go about your day, but it didn’t take long, as the sun was hiding, for the shadows to start taking shapes.

Oh how you wished Cregan was there with you

You placed your hand in your belly

Cuddling you every night, placing his big hand on your belly like you were doing now, to feel your unborn child

Protecting you, making the shadows go away

You dismissed your ladies as soon as they took out your dress, and you put on your night shirt. You felt skittish about people touching you in your condition, you felt like you were cheating on Cregan somehow, by letting someone else touch your pregnant body. 

You got on the bed, and drifted off to sleep strangely quickly 

You woke up in the middle of the night, without apparent reason, you didn’t remember what you were dreaming about, but you woke up distraught, relieved that you actually woke up… and even a bit disoriented… and then… when you looked in the corner of the room.

You gasped, a tall figure was there, with his usual pose, hand grasped behind his back, standing up really straight, his long hair combed to perfection,  his eyepatch seemingly cutting his face in half, his remaining violet eye looking at you, with malicious intent 

Aemond was there, a smirk on his lips.

“Aemond? you are dead”, you whined, your hand on your belly protectively. In a quick movement he unsheathed his dagger hanging from his belt and made the knife dance in his hand 

Why him? of all of them, why was he presenting himself in front of you like this? because it's probably a dream, it couldn’t be real, he was dead! He was dead, well, they never found his body but he was dead, Daemon took him out with him in an incredible battle over the God’s Eye

Then you saw it

Dark sister, the sword, hanging from his belt 

“You would like me to be, wouldn’t you?”, he asked, his eye then traveled down your body to your small baby bump. He chuckled darkly as he saw your protective stance 

“My my, my little bastard having bastards of her own”

“He is not going to be a bastard”, you defended, “I’m married”, he chuckled again

“Oh yes, married and ruling the seven Kingdoms… Would you look at my pretty little bastard niece, how far she’s come”

Your breathing got heavy, you tried to sit on the bed, you did so slowly, your eyes never leaving his form

This couldn’t be real, he wasn’t here, this was some sick nightmare

But why does the hot tear that fell down your cheek felt so real?

“What are you doing here?”, you asked shakily, still, not being able to believe your own eyes, this felt way too real to be a dream, but it had to be, right?

Right?

He was quick on his feet, he had always been and he ran towards you who couldn't get out of bed and grabbed you by the neck, the dagger still on his hands

“Guards!”, you screamed but nobody came to your rescue 

“Is of no use”. he mocked, shaking you, you only could grab into his wrist, your other hand still protecting your belly from his anger, “nobody will come to save you. not even your idiotic husband”, he mocked then

“Cregan!”, you cried, as he could hear you, but you had sent him away, thousand miles away

He chuckled darkly

“Nobody is coming”, he threatened, “this feels like just old times, doesn’t it?”, he kept teasing, mocking you, provoking you, he didn’t squeeze, but he had you on a chokehold, you wouldn’t move  as he threatened your cheek with his blade, “me, sneaking into your rooms, late at night”

“Fuck you”, you grunted, “nothing ever happened, you just wanted to torment me”, you recalled

“Mhm, just like now”, he purred, he really hasn't changed since the last time you saw him, the dinner? was it? He looked older, perhaps, more tortured 

“What do you want?”, you whined

“You dead, me sitting on the Iron Throne, as is my right, bastard”

“They will never take you”

“They took you, didn’t they?”, he mocked, squeezing. You whined, scared not of him, but for your babe, your unborn child

“My baby”, you whined

“Ah, don’t worry, I’ll carve it out and leave it for the Stark to find if it concerns you such”, now you whined and twisted in the bed 

“No! my baby, he isn’t at fault!”, you were growing desperate, you looked to the side and found a heavy looking chandelier in the night table by your bed, at arm’s reach, you tried to grab it, making it drop to the floor with a loud “clang”, he then squeezed, tighter, and tighter, until you couldn’t breath, you thrashed and pushed but he wouldn’t let go… and everything went black 

You woke up taking a huge breath, like you had been shaken awake

You look at all directions, scared out of your mind

Gods… were you dead?

No… you were still in your room

it had all been a dream, a nightmare more like it

A horrible, gut wrenching nightmare…

Gods, what were you thinking? sending Cregan away like this?

You had been childish, keeping this important information away from your own husband, you couldn’t be like this, he was never going to let you flight up there, but… you wanted to tell him, you missed him, and even though that by your calculations he had been back home for at least a couple of weeks, you really hoped deep down, and in a very selfish way, that he’d return for you, for your unborn child.

You hated yourself for being so weak, so dependent, but… you would not live with yourself if he came back a year from now to an already grown child, his child, which he didn’t know anything about. 

So you rose from the bed even before the maids got to you, took a quill to paper, and started writing a heartfelt letter to your husband. Revealing your state, telling him why you hid it from him, and promising, if he so wishes, to go visit him.

After you finished writing it, you took it to the Maester yourself to be send at the earliest convenience 

If only you saw the chandelier on the floor before the maids return it to its rightful place 

. . .

Cregan took a long breath as he looked down at Winterfell, he smiled brightly, it felt so good to be back home, he spurred his horse on and started galloping, he couldn’t wait no longer, he felt like a little kid

But is his own child he wanted to see

He sent word before his arrival, so it was to no surprise that the entire castle habitants were waiting for him in the courtyard

He was finally home

After a huge march, after a bloody war, after taking the freaking capital, after marrying the Queen of the seven kingdoms, after all of that… he was finally back home 

“Our Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North and King Consort to the Queen (Y/N) of House Targaryen, his Grace Cregan, of House Stark”, chanted a soldier and he felt goosebumps in his arms when he heard all those titles 

He tried to look solemn, not like a twenty four year old who just got home after two years away, but as soon as he saw them, his family, all the solemnity went away 

There, at the long steps that led inside the castle, was his sister, his bastard sister Sara, and by her side, holding her hand, was his son, Rickon. He was… so grown, taller, his face was the one of a boy, not a babe like the last time he saw him, his dark curls… his big grey ghostly eyes just like him… He looked like his mother. 

He jumped off his horse and went straight for him

The boy seemed skeptical of him, but he didn’t care and he grabbed him in his arms and hugged him tightly

He was barely a boy of 6 name days

He had him so young and yet… he was his son and heir, his blood

“I missed you my boy”, he whispered against his head

“I missed you papa”, he answered, his voice choked, and still the one of a child

He released him then, and turn to his loving sister

He greeted the rest of them, all of them, he knew every face and every name still, they were his people, and before he could finally enter his home, he looked over the walls of winterfell… The gray wolf on cream and green field was no longer alone. The three headed red dragon with four legs stood by its side.

As he walked amongst the hallways he noticed that everything stood the same, like it had been for the last thousand years and it surely will be for the next 1,000.

The first thing he did was talk to the maester, to see if he had received any ravens from the capital. He couldn’t hide his disappointment, he hadn't had words from you since he left a moon ago.

But to no matter, he was home now, he needed to focus on what he was doing, he couldn’t be with you wishing he was home, and then in his home wishing he was with you. Your beautiful, golden, resented heart probably still ached for his departure, he could understand that, he read you better than you ever believed he did, he was going to give you time and write to you himself. 

He called his sister Sara to his private audience room, he needed to get acquainted with everything that happened here since he left 

Sara presented himself shortly after, with a silly smile on her face, now, she was his sister, not the Lady Regent of Winterfell

But as he saw her face… he sighed 

“Why do I feel you are somewhat disappointed?”, he asked with a mocking tone

“Well, I’m not gonna lie, we wanted to see her”, she said with a smirk

“Her?”, he asked

“Our Dragon Queen”, Sara said with a smile, “and her Snowy dragon”, Cregan chuckled

“I wish she could hear you”

“Is she as beautiful as they say?”, she asked enthusiastically 

“She is”

“Is she as strong…?”, she asked then

“She is”, he said then

“Can her dragon burn people to a crisp?”

“She can”

“She is a girl? so amazing!”, she said, “So… how are things… King Consort of the Seven Kingdoms?”, it didn’t take her long to start teasing him

“They are still working on the title, they believe the husband of an acting Queen shouldn’t be named King, but merely Prince, or something else”

“Whatever they call you, you still married the QUEEN!”, she said with her eyes wide and her smile broad. Cregan chuckled

“I did”, he said with a smile.

“Do you miss her?”, she asked then, “Is she coming here?”

“I hope so”, he said with a sad smile, “and I do miss her”

“Auw! my brother is in looove”, she teased

“It’s too early to talk like that”, he said, trying to return to his more authoritative facade

“You are married to the Queen! is actually too late to talk about love”

“We need to discuss what is happening in my Kingdom”, he said then, “I might be the king consort, but… I’m still Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North”, he said with a short smile

“Well… let’s start with the fact we don’t have any more men because after the war they decided to settle in the Riverlands…”

So as soon as he arrived home, he started the long process of audiences and meetings with his lords to attend to the most urgent matters of the North…

So as days turned to weeks, he started to worry, he send a raven to King’s Landing, communicating you of his arrival safely to his home, and asking for your well being

He wanted to see you

Perhaps he was being selfish, but… he requested your presence, perhaps you could take to the skies and visit him, it was not a strange idea, you were his wife, you were a skillful dragon rider who assisted in the war and burnt armadas to the bottom of the narrow sea. And the sunset sea like when you saved him and the rest of your small council

You could easily pay him a visit, right?

So you were expecting his answer, and he was expecting yours, two ravens sent weeks away from each other, but only one was set to arrive at their destination, not the other.

It was a few weeks until Cregan received word back from the you

The letter was vague and distant, claiming you were not going to be able to travel North due to important matters that required your attention

He couldn’t prevent feeling truly disappointed, he wanted to see you

You in turn, thought he had received your letter, and gave no answer but a request for you to travel North, without even acknowledging what it would be the greatest news for your marriage and the future of The Kingdoms, so just answered back that you couldn’t make the journey

You were heartbroken, but understood that maybe he was angry with you, and he had the reason to. 

Another moon went by, and another 

Cregan was teaching his son how to use the bow, that he had commissioned specially for him, when he received a letter, not from King’s Landing, but from Driftmark

A letter from the Sea Snake himself

Cregan found it amusing, and was truly curious about what Lord Corlys may want

Searching for a way in? most likely

Did he want to propose a union between their houses? Did he have a young girl he wanted to present for his son’s hand?

But Cregan never would have expected the news that came inside that letter

He was livid

Why had Corlys Velaryon written to him, congratulating him for the unborn prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne?

Why would he be expressing his concern, chiding him as he was a child, of the dangers of his absence by his wife’s side?

Why was that nosy old bastard expressing his concern for the wellbeing of the royal marriage?

You were pregnant…

… With his child…

… You didn’t tell him…

… He was half the continent away…

What was he thinking? leaving you like this, without making sure you were not with child?

Why didn’t you tell him?

Why did you hide this from him?

You could have known after he left, but the thing is, you didn’t write to tell him…

What were you thinking? 

Allowing yourself to be left alone in these circumstances?

He called in Sara immediately

“Make preparations, I need to leave for King’s Landing as soon as possible”

“Did something happen?”, she asked, alarmed

“The Queen is heavy with child, my child, I did not know, I have to be with her by her side…”

“When do you want to leave?”, she asked, concerned

“As soon as possible”

“The preparations will take weeks”

“I’m aware, I will take Rickon with me too”

“Really?”, she asked, concerned, “But Cregan, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell”, he smiled, sliding a large parchment over the table towards her

“It’s going to be you”

It was a decreet, to make her legitimate, signed by you

He was going to return south, to you, and he was going to take his son with him, even though he didn’t think it was going to be a good idea, for his son to be influenced like this, but still, he wanted you to meet him, and if you were not going to come to him, he was going to take his son to you

Perhaps, he didn’t think he was going to be able to leave him again, not after everything, not after missing two years of his short life

Adding to the stress and problems he had at home, now he had to add his unruly wife, who hid her pregnancy from him, and a unruly Lord, who purposefully send him that letter with ill intent, passively revealing against them

Corlys Velaryon was acting with a spoiled child whom his parents paid no attention anymore

What was he to do with him?

What were you going to do with him?

As he looked out the windows of his rooms to the vast valley in front of him, his home, he couldn’t help but release a single tear that fell from his cheek.

He was overwhelmed, now sad, that you mistrusted him so much, you must truly hate him to keep your pregnancy from him

He was now himself divided, South and North, Lordship or Crown, his son or you and his unborn child

A child that was going to be the next Queen or King of the Seven Kingdoms…

and his people needed him too, so much, they were also healing from the war, and losing a great percentage of his male population.

But he then smiled

Oh his child, his unborn child, a baby, made from you and him…

He couldn’t help but giggle a bit 

Despite your beautiful, but resentful heart, oh he couldn’t wait to see you all fat for him, because of him, because of your and his child

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[stardustgates]

Trying to write for HSR SAGAU is so much harder than I thought, especially because I’m starting with the initial cutscenes and battles before choosing either Caelus or Stelle, and trying to figure out how Kafka and Silver Wolf would react to being suddenly aware of a higher entity hanging around them and controlling their bodies is so difficult in prose(?) form.

Anyway, some rules/extra info/thoughts I had for my own personal interpretation of a self aware star rail:

✧ It’s still a universe of its own, but for those who become aware of the player, it’s like realising you’re a picture in a picture book. The people and places still go on about their own ways and change with time, but suddenly there’s a metaphorical hole in reality that something beyond their comprehension is peeking through.

✧ The more time the player would spend with certain characters in their team, the easier it becomes for those characters to hear their voice. (E.G I Play with Caelus and Himeko with almost every fight, so they’d be able to hear pretty much anything I say after a week or so of playing with them non-stop.)

✧ The trailblazer is generally seen as not just a vessel for the stellaron but also the player, so a lot of characters and NPCs will offer really good rewards to them when the player is out quest-completing with them.

✧ The compartment that is ‘practically glued shut’ on the express, is used by the characters as a shrine to the player. The trailblazer spends the most time here when the player is offline, as they don’t have a room to themselves (yet!! Hoyoverse I’m counting on you!)

✧ Most characters start off confused and alarmed when first feeling the presence of the player but eventually come to idolise and worship that presence. The playable ones in particular being extremely obsessive over them and, as a result, the player’s trailblazer.

✧ March 7th, Dan Heng, and the trailblazer form a protection squad/Fanclub of sorts and eventually are seen as the de-facto representatives of the player. The make sure any visitors to the Astral Express know their place and don’t try to steal away too much of the player’s attention.

✧ Both Kafka and Silver Wolf are initially weary of the sudden feeling of being watched and controlled, even more so when the battles start and they feel their control of their own bodies ripped away from them. Naturally they are sceptical and distrusting, but the euphoria left from the surge of power this imperceivable entity (read: the player) gives them is borderline addictive and sways them into a more positive-leaning neutral standpoint by the end of the tutorial chapter.

✧ If you’re wondering why the characters talk so much when idling- or doing anything really- it’s because they’re trying to communicate with the player without setting off any alarm bells. They take it slowly and steadily, easing into their own true thoughts when they’re sure the player won’t panic at the sudden change in behaviours and mannerisms (read: So they can fight for their attention far more openly)

✧ This is most definitely going to be a yandere AU (I cannot escape my demons 😔)

That’s all I’ve got for now, I’m currently working on a really big piece for this SAGAU and it’s only just reached like 3k, and I’m not even half way done :) pain pickle

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The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Unbridled Instincts

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: There is a time to wait and a time to act. You and Walter fuck around and find out what time it is.

Warnings: masturbation (f), slight voyeurism, oral sex (f receiving), slight brat taming (if you squint), hint of choking, monster fucking, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mentions of ovulation, biting, knotting, breeding kink

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. Without her help, this chapter would have been a complete fucking nightmare. I adore you, Peyton!!!

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But your brain goes back to this morning. Walter’s arms around you. His scent is fresh on you. If you could keep extra quiet, you’re sure you can crank one out without waking the beast downstairs.

Right?

At first, it’s the temperature. The fever from a fast-healing wound. Plus the warmth from being near a potential mate. He sheds his clothing during the night. Eventually, he has to remove his boxer briefs, as the material is just too tight on his sweat-soaked skin.

Then, it’s the hint of sweat as he inhales. The sweet, tangy taste of it clouds his nostrils causing him to stir in his slumber. 

Next, the overwhelming lure of arousal that pheromones release like tentacles attaching themselves to him. 

Lastly, the sound of a rising heart rate pounds in his ears. It all screams your name.

Opening his eyes, he gets his bearings on where he is. A living room. Pup’s. 

Whimpering from your bedroom catching him by surprise, he isn’t able to stop himself from shifting. 

His hands grow longer with claws, dense fur, and thick, black padding on his palms. His legs and feet contort and reshape into the hind legs of a wolf. A fluffy tail pushes its way down and out of his spine. His broad chest is covered in the same dark chocolate pelt, the color of his human hair. Arms fill out with hairy musculature. His nose and mouth form a small snout and his teeth sharpen and elongate. His beard and hair grow a bit wilder around his ears now resemble those of a wolf high on his head, completing his transformation.

Once he hears you whimper again, he springs over the back of the couch, lands on his hind legs, and bounds up the stairs taking them two at a time. He sniffs the air as he gets closer to your bedroom door. He can smell it as plain as day.

You’re aroused. And when you whisper his name, the heavy weight between his legs becomes harder to ignore. Reaching a hand down, he squeezes the base of his veiny, mammoth cock near his knot. The bright red tip is already leaking, and his swinging balls yearn to be emptied.

His slow steps, punctuated with claws against the wood floor, finally reach your door. Wasting no time, he swings the door open, catching you with your fingers in your pussy and your nightgown around your tits.

Somehow you don’t hear or see him come into the room, so wrapped up in chasing your orgasm. He uses your ignorance of your surroundings to his advantage and walks to the side of your bed. Looking over your body, his instincts take over. He sniffs the surrounding air, sensing that you are ovulating and ready to be bred. You had the perfect body to carry strong pups.

He could see it already, your full tits and round belly with a kid on your hip and one running around you. He would keep you nice and pregnant as much as you could stand it. 

“Walter, eat my pussy...please, I’ve been a good girl,” you murmur, eyes still closed while your finger circles and teases your clit.

A deep rumble in the room alerts you, the growl from deep in Walter’s chest sending a chill up your spine. You look up at him covered in fur and larger than before and your first thought isn’t to scream or hide your body. Giving in to his natural sexiness, you want nothing more than to worship him.

Turning on the bed so that your cunt is facing him, you beg him, “Please, Walter?” Every thought about waiting is long gone from your head.

Within seconds, Walter is on his knees at the edge of the bed while his mauve tongue hungrily hangs out of his muzzle. His hands hold your legs out of the way so that his nose can ghost over your folds. Inhaling its wet arousal, exhaling warm air from his lungs across your most sensitive parts. 

When you reach a hand to the top of his head, his eyes close momentarily as he pushes into your palm. Once you scratch at his ear, he lets out a groan deeply from his chest again, he picks his head up slightly to lick from your delicate petals to your swollen nub. 

While he uses his tongue to explore your cavernous deep, his thumb rubs against your clit. Tongue brought to a point, where he strokes inside you, and he finally attacks your inner bundle of nerves. You watch as he gently cups your mound. 

Withdrawing his tongue, he licks at his maw. He picks up the pace of his thumb on your clit. Your mewls, piercing his ears and wrapping around his heart. He stands to lick at your neck’s pulse point, nipping and whimpering into your skin. 

One hand caresses you leaving the other to explore other places. His giant paw finds your neck, squeezing slightly while you stare into his glowing eyes. He seems to be willing you over the edge, his stare forcing your body closer to completion.

“Come. For me,” he forces out, the words sounding distorted in this body.

And that is the little push you need. Along with the paw gripping your neck, the tongue lapping at your skin, the finger flicking your bean, and the command in that gravelly rasp. The longing in those words is too much for your resolve to hold even a moment longer.

“Walter,” his name a breathless whisper on your lips as your climax takes you over.

Your eyes roll into your head as your back arches. Hands rushing out to his, one at your throat and the other stilling on your clit. Your walls twitch and flex around nothing, pushing your sweet nectar out of your hole.

You watch as he collects your wetness and brings his sticky palm to wrap around the leaking, red erection that now has your attention. Its shiny surface has you wanting to lick it like a lollipop and Walter watches as you wet your lips in anticipation. But it’s far too sensitive for that kind of attention right now.

Instead, Walter gets on the bed between your legs. He raises your ankles to place them on his shoulders, leaning forward, so his face is inches from yours. You’re being folded like a pretzel and you couldn’t be happier as you feel the pointy tip of his cock teasing through your lips. 

It slides up and down from your clit to your hole over and over, as if he doesn’t want to give you what you crave most. You’re so close to the edge, if he doesn’t push inside you in the next few seconds, you are going to scream!

He rips the nightgown from your body, not that it covers you in any way. He didn’t want to leave anything between you. No clothing, no barriers, just your bodies and whatever sounds you made together.

It is then that he pushes himself inside you, slowly, inch by inch. He works himself into your walls, letting you adjust to the shape and size. So kind of him to take you apart with the speed of a snail. Once he is seated inside you as fully as this position will allow, he grabs both hands and holds them in one paw above your head. You nod, silently pleading for him to move.

“Make you mine,” he promises, the hefty growl reverberating through your chest. His hips retract and come back to meet yours, his canine cock filling you to the brim. 

“Wanna be all yours, Walter. Please,” you breathe, ready to be fucked open by him.

The answering groan is all you get before Walter is snapping his hips back and forth inside you. With your arms unable to move, you instead try to move your legs down off his shoulder to wrap around his waist. He gets the hint soon enough, only slowing down slightly, then returning to a punishing pace when your heels are digging into his ass.

He shifts his angle a bit to hover his face above yours as he leans forward. When he slides home, he can bump against your clit. Grinding his pelvis against yours, he easily brings forth your next orgasm, he is not surprised when the base of his cock is nice and wet from your eruption. He pulls out after fucking you through your orgasm.

Sitting back on his heels, one hand slowly stroking his length, he looks down at you. Blissfully fucked out, almost asleep, cock-drunk. Too bad for you, he’s not done. Before you can register what’s happening, Walter is turning you on your stomach and putting a pillow under your hips. Straddling you, he enters you smoothly, your walls molding to him. He lays his chest against your back, both arms enfolding you. One around your waist while the other hand wraps around your neck.

“Mine,” he whispers, lips snarling next to your ear, “Say it, Pup.” He only grinds his hips against yours, not fully fucking you yet.

“Yours,” you huffed, trying to find your voice with the weight of him bearing down on you.

“Louder. Can’t hear you,” he demands, he begins tugging his hips back slowly only to push in even slower.

“Yours! I’m yours...Wolfie,” you hum, holding in your bratty laugh for all of three seconds until it’s cut off when Walter tightens his grip on you. 

He widens his legs on either side of yours, his toes digging into the mattress for leverage. From this angle, he can fuck right into your sweet spot while his heavy, full balls swing back and forth into your clit.

Your squeaks and moans punctuate each thrust, and it’s music to Walter’s sensitive ears. Your groans and squeals cause his ears to twitch, your elevated heart rate lets him know he’s doing all the right things. 

And he certainly is doing all the right things.

It almost wasn’t fair that your first time with him was in wolf form. But as good as this feels, you just feel like human sex may end up a bit lackluster. Which is not what you should be thinking right now with him turning your insides to mincemeat.

He must sense that you were getting distracted, growling lowly in your ear. Dragging his wet nose along your neck, he inhales deeply. He unhurriedly licks at the sweat dripping from behind your ear, his tongue trailing up around the lobe and shell.

His hips start to stutter, and whines in the back of his throat are forced out. You can feel the sudden fullness of his cock as he pushes in even deeper than before. His tip is pressing into your cervix and the pressure is almost too much. As you feel his length twitch, warm jets of cum paint your walls. 

He growls again and bites the nape of your neck, not enough to draw blood, but enough to keep you still while his knot settles in place. It felt like a plug just inflated inside you and you feel the fullest you’ve ever been. You try to reach your arms back to grab at him in any way you can. Feeling held in place at two points of contact was just too much.

You try curling inward to relieve the pressure in your pussy, but Walter painfully wails and bites down on your neck harder. You realize both you and Walter are in pain with his knot stuck inside you. 

You take a second to get yourself together. Getting your breathing under control, you can calm down Walter enough to slow the blood flow rushing toward his knot. When he releases your neck, he licks and soothes at the marks left behind.

Once he can slip out of you, he unhooks his arms from around you. His hands hold you open, so he can see if he hurt you. You’re more than flattered when he licks over your fucked-out little hole, but you push him away once he goes for your still-sensitive nub. 

“Too much,” you mumble, rolling over and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Walter moves to follow you, but you push him back to lie down. “I’m ok, Wolfie. Just going to the bathroom to freshen up. You stay in bed and keep it warm for me.” 

You watch as his brows grow concerned, but he pulls up the comforter over himself and your side of the bed. You thank him and head to use the bathroom. While you sit and relieve yourself, you think about how aroused you were for Walter. You didn’t just want him, you needed him. You haven’t had an attraction like that in ages, if ever. Likewise, you didn’t necessarily plan on having him cum inside you, but once it was an option, you didn’t exactly stop him from pushing deeper inside you.

And then there was the knot. Granted, you had done some research on werewolf anatomy, so you weren’t surprised by the knot. But the length of time it was in you, how big it was, that wasn’t in any of the articles you had stumbled upon. 

Also not mentioned? The hyperspermia, which could just be a Walter thing, but it seems like a wolf thing too. You felt so full of his cum and you had already pushed out so much of it. You will be surprised if he doesn’t get you pregnant, and you don’t know what it means when that only brings a smile to your face. What the hell…

Yeah, you might have it bad for this man. 

Or you’re flying high on the level of dopamine coursing through your veins from the number of orgasms Walter has given you.

They can both be true at the same time. 

You realize you’ve been in the bathroom for quite some time, and your legs start to grow numb. You wipe, flush, and stand on wobbly legs to wash your hands. Splashing water on your face, you steady your nerves to go back and be with the wolf that fucked you silly.

You open the door, turn to shut off the light and walk right into Walter. Standing outside the door with his hand raised, ready to knock and check on you.

The oof that escapes your lips compels strong hands to your biceps to steady you on your feet. The feel of bare human skin on yours is comforting and familiar. You look up and notice the frown on Walter’s face, knitted brows sit above fretful aquamarine eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asks, his human face now back in place along with the rest of his body.

“Oh, that? I’m fine. Just need to watch where I’m walking,” you smile, trying to reassure Walter’s concern.

“I meant, more along the lines of whether you’re hurt. It’s just, I have this pull. This...intuition. All I want to do is take care of you. It’s all I can think about,” he confesses, sliding his hands down your arms to grab your hands, “Would you let me look you over just so I can see you’re alright?”

You open your mouth to tell him you feel amazing, but you close it just quickly. He wants to make sure he doesn't go too far, and you respect that. If you think about it, it’s possibly the hottest bit of aftercare you could ever have.

You nod, welcoming his assessment. He moves you more into the bathroom and turns on the light again. He examines your wrists, but seeing a bit of redness doesn’t alarm him. Inspecting your neck where his teeth sank into you, he’s delighted to not see any broken skin, but there will be heavy bruising there if you don’t apply ice to it soon enough. Thankfully, your clothing should cover up most of the area.

Seeing his heartsick eyes look over your neck in the mirror causes you to turn around and hold his face in both hands. His hands come up to cradle yours, your eyes finally grabbing his attention.

“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. I can hear the gears turning, Wolfie,” you plead, hoping that he will illuminate you with his thoughts.

He sighs, and you can tell he doesn’t want to worry you. You can also tell he’s becoming weak to your suggestions, seemingly wanting to do whatever pleases you.  

“Need to get ice for your neck, or it’ll bruise,” he mutters, looking down before continuing, “We haven’t known each other long and I already feel protective over you. Hearing your breathing, recognizing your scent. It felt like you were in danger, and I shifted. Then, seeing you...like that, I needed to claim you. I haven’t felt that in so long, it’s like I’d forgotten the intensity that comes along with it. My wolf brain took over and instinctually, my body reacted the only way it knew how.”

“What do you mean?” you breathe, your brows scrunching together.

“I could smell that you were ovulating and all I wanted, all I could think of, was to breed you. The fact that I didn’t give you a choice...it weighs heavily on me,” he admits, taking a deep breath before starting again, “I shouldn’t have taken that from you. I would understand if you never want to see me again after that.”

The distraught look on his face makes you believe that he thinks the worst of himself. That only makes you want to fight whatever demons put that thought into his head.

“I’ll be honest, I did intend on waiting a little longer before taking things further. But, there is something about you. Probably sounds weird, but I have a pull toward you too. Like, this invisible string that’s tied around my rib cage, and every time I’m near you, I feel it tugging. I feel the urge to touch you, to feel your skin on mine,” you confess, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that you both were struggling with staying away from each other.

“So, we both feel this connection. What do we do now? What can I do for you?” he prods, his hands moving to your sides as yours weave in his curls.

“Well, the good news is that we don’t need to figure this all out right now. We know how we feel about each other, and that’s most important. So, for now, we can do one thing,” you offer, a smile playing on your lips.

“And what’s that, Pup?” he wonders aloud, thumbs pressing into your hips.

Foregoing speaking, you stand up on tiptoes to press your lips against Walter’s. A chaste kiss or two gives way to open mouths and tongues getting into the mix. You hum into his mouth, and he answers with a groan. The grip on your hips tightens and his length grows against your thigh. 

You feel him dip to grab and lift you under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around him. When he breaks from the kiss, his nose nuzzles your cheek and neck as he inhales your potent scent of arousal. He turns to shut out the light before exiting the bathroom and taking you back into the bedroom.

Laying you down, he hovers over you and smiles lazily down at you. When he doesn’t say anything for a beat, you roll your eyes and sigh.

“What are you smiling at, Wolfie?” you tease, secretly loving how he looks at you like you hung the moon.

He opens his mouth to answer, but instead, he nudges your nose with his before peppering a trail of kisses over your cheek, chin, and neck. Using one hand to position himself at your opening, he collects some of your moisture to help slide in. Slowly, agonizingly he enters you. 

Once seated inside, he grinds his hips against yours. He wants to take it slow this time. You want nothing more than to give yourself to him in any way you can. Everything else can wait until the morning.

To be continued...

A/N: Ok, so about that whole ‘let’s wait’ thing...um, I got this idea in my head that this is where this would all happen. And Reader and Walter didn’t seem upset about it so, yeah.

(Also, if you are upset about fictional characters not using protection, please use that anger and either register to vote in the next election or contact your state representative to see how you can help make sure safe sex education can be taught in schools in your area. Didn't think you would get political advice in this author's note, didja??)

A/N 2: Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a wonderful day!!

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[konigsblog]

wolf!konig has been on my mind recently..... esp wolf!konig and dog!reader!! like he's all big and scary and ur just a silly puppy! he adores ur floppy ears and how obedient u r, its just ur instincts and yet it makes him so happy and horny at the same time! he gets so protective over u too, he just wants to keep u safe! he'll growl at anyone who gets too close and always have a hand on you at all times!! and he knows he should be more gentle with u in bed but its so hard when u start whining and wagging ur tail and drooling everywhere, it just reminds him that hes more powerful than u and it makes him go harder and force his knot in before ur ready!!! :(

srry ab long ask.... can u tell hes been on my mind for awhile lol

he's so mean, but you're just so dumb and stupid that he can't help himself from teasing you !! grinding his hard, fat cock into your stretched out and aroused hole, teasing you by pulling on your tail harshly, whimpering at the sudden movement :(( and he's so big ! looming over you, his claws digging into the flesh around your hips, pulling your body closer to his while his skin begins to glisten, sweat forming and rubbing onto you, his musky scent filling your nostrils as he dragged his weeping length from your cunny.

slamming back in so hard, knocking you forward with each aggressively deep thrust, growling close to ear, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. werewolf!könig showing you no mercy and abusing your tightness. his full breeder balls ramming against your ass, causing your cheeks to tint pink with the impact. and you're so stupid that you can't help but drool; eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm draws closer, slick forming and coating your thighs and his massive dick, saliva spilling from your mouth whilst you panted :(((

“du bist so ein dummer welpe..-zeig mir, sag mir, was ich tun soll, sonnenschein. so ein dummes kleines ding..”

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

Please consider that Astarion Runs and Zooms and he's smiling mischievously as Halsin in Wolf Form Also Zooms because they wanted to play a game, they wanted the adrenaline and Astarion is so delighted feeling the rush of not fear, but excitement, and it becomes harder and harder as they both become more clever about it until finally, finally, Halsin lunges and pins Astarion down, clamping down on his shoulder with a growl and Astarion Unfolds beneath him, crying out because Teeth but also feeling a jolt of pleasure because teeth, and there's so much of a rush knowing that he's being held down, but it's all under control. He can make it stop if he wants to.

And just to prove it to himself (because there's always that doubt, that fear, always always always-) he breathes too hard, Halsin even when it's not, just to watch Halsin immediately release him and lick his neck in apology. no, no its fine, keep going, just… checking.

And Halsin understands, he always understands, rumbling in deep affection, briefly putting his full weight on Astarion just to hold him down, and Astarion can feel the vibrations in his bones. His eyes go a little glazed over, just. Surrounded.

And Halsin has his teeth in his shoulder again, preparing to mount him, and Astarion's thoughts are melting away as he feels the comfort of fluff and fur and the smell of evergreen. No worries of a show, no thoughts of how he'll look to Halsin, drooling and spread out like a whore. He just needs to lay there and take it.

And he can't even scold Halsin for ripping his clothes, or for pushing a paw down on his chest so he can nose at Astarion's cock. He needs it, he's arching and clenching down and whining, so much so it almost takes him by surprise when Halsin climbs on top of him again and pushes in so deep Astarion feels it in his throat.

oh is the only thought Astarion can get to form. He's being fucked into the forest floor fast and hard, with an intensity that leaves his head spinning. He has to wrap his legs around Halsin's body just to keep himself from being shoved back. He loves it. He's being bred, Halsin's pretty little mate, taking his cock and not having to do anything else. Halsin will take care of him now.

(Once, in a less healthy moment, he thinks he'd be okay with being used a little, if it was Halsin. Halsin would be good to him, would never take too much. He doesn't think of it like that anymore. Halsin isn't taking, he's giving. Pushing waves of pleasure over Astarion until its the only thing he has to know. It makes him want to cry sometimes.)

(He desperately hopes it's good for Halsin too. That Halsin enjoys being with him even if Astarion isn't faking it. Please please please like what he sees, even if it isn't anything much.)

I think Halsin should be able to outlast Astarion, and Astarion cums twice, hugging Halsin's neck and digging his fingers into the fluff of it as he becomes overwhelmed. It's comforting, and when Halsin's knot begins to swell, he buries his face too, moaning so loudly that Halsin huffs in warm, sated approval.

His body drops slightly when he lets go. His mind is still empty. All focus is on the knot (big, tight,) inside him. Halsin follows easily, making sure to cover his lovers entire body with his own, to keep him protected and warm and grounded in the moment. Gently licks his cheek.

are you trying to kiss me you beast? Astarion says eventually. His voice is raw, but he doesn't care. He angles his head to let their mouths meet. Halsin rumbles again.

[cadmium-bear]

“Enid?”

The girl in question was hovering over Wednesday. She was breathing heavily. Her ears have transformed into its wolf form. Her tail has popped out and her canines were sharper. Wednesday could only describe Enid’s eyes looking at her as hunger.

Enid had pinned Wednesday down and her werewolf strength was too strong for her to fight. That and Wednesday was secretly curious where this will go. Without warning, Enid kissed her with such hunger it took her breath away. She pulled back just enough to kiss her harder and dart her tongue out. One of her hands moved to cup Wednesday’s face and the other to hold her waist.

Wednesday gasped at the sensation. Enid used the opportunity to fully stick her tongue into Wednesday’s mouth and explore every part of it. Wednesday grasped for Enid’s back, holding on for dear life. She was at the mercy of her werewolf and though it hurts her pride to not have control, she would never admit that she was enjoying the situation.

Enid moves away from Wednesday’s mouth only to leave a trail of kisses down to her jawline, below her ear then her neck. Nipping and biting to leave hickeys as she went. Wednesday used all her willpower to keep her mouth shut, too proud to make any embarrassing noises.

As Enid reached Wednesday’s collar bone, her hand sneakily lifted her shirt a bit to touch Wednesday’s bare skin. It explored up slowly until it reached her ribcage just below her breast. At the same time, she bit down on Wednesday’s collar bone to leave a mark on the skin there. The combined sensation was too much for Wednesday that she could no longer contain the moan that left her mouth.

That sound woke Enid from whatever trance she was on that made her do this in the first place. The noise was so uncharacteristic of Wednesday that neither her pants or calling Enid’s name snapped her out of it. Enid pulled back only to see Wednesday covering her mouth with her hand as they were both shocked from the sound.

Enid saw Wednesday’s messy hair, her flushed face, smeared lipstick and countless bite marks and hickeys below her lips. Realizing what she did, Enid buried her face to Wednesday’s shirt and screamed in embarrassment. Wednesday could only sigh. She was now comforting the werewolf who was whining and apologizing.

It would be hard to continue like this. Maybe next time, Wednesday thought.

[moonlit-lezbthem]

You have heard the rumors about what happens in these woods. The town you come from have told stories of the wolf-walkers. The once humans that now take to a hide. Growing claws, fur, and many other things. You are desperate though. You need somewhere to be alone, away from your troubles for the night. So you decide to camp out on the edge of the woods.

It seems almost too quiet as the night falls around your camp. Your fire is crackling and when you settle to sleep you notice that the forest has gone silent. You freeze knowing that the silence can only mean one thing. It isn’t until a growl a little further into woods makes you turn that you fully realize the danger.

Hunched down in a semi squat a beast with shiny yellow eyes is zoned in on you. There is no point in running, the beast could easy take you down. Slowly it moves closer to you and you can see the swell of their breasts. Between their legs though is another swell, standing proud a cock with a knot starting to form at the base. The fire glows against the werewolf’s fur to show the amount of scars across her pelt. Clearly they have had encounters with humans before and walked away from them.

The werewolf moves closer against you, pulling your still body under them. Their cock rests against your body and you start to fight then. Twisting and pushing against the beast the instinct to get free takes over. A displeased growl fills your ears, signalling that the werewolf is no longer interested in slow. Claws tear into your sides and pulls away mostly clothes but a little bit of blood. Furry hands pin you down into the ground of your camp and your fighting is no longer seeming to have an effect on the beast.

That swaying cock brushes against your folds before it sinks roughly inside of you. This creature of the forest no longer quiet as its hot breath comes across your face with each grunt. The pace is beyond human as your cunt is used to satisfy the needs to this beast. You don’t want to admit it, but you start to release small moans at the pace. Never have you been used so thoroughly before and laying here on the floor of the forest you are racing toward a strong orgasm. Your fingers dig into the ground under you as you scream in pain and pleasure knowing no one will come near these woods.

A pleased grunt comes from the beast over you and their rutting goes harder. It is only a moment longer before your cunt is stretched even more and warmth fills you. Your scream is mirrored by a howl of pleasure, both of you peaking in the middle of the night. Your body goes limp around the knot that is keeping you attached to the werewolf above you. You should be worried about what will happen after. When the beast has had its fill of your cunt. But all you can feel is the rushing seed and pulsing knot that have been given to you by this beast. Maybe running isn’t the answer here, maybe you should just give in. Either way this werewolf decides what your fate is and maybe there is something else besides death that can come from this night.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

For as long as the de Rolos have lived, so has their curse. Its roots have long since been forgotten, perhaps a spell from a witch long dead, maybe the genes of someone married in, or maybe it’s just always been that way. No matter how the curse came to be, it’s been passed to every bloodborne de Rolo born as long as memory serves. 

But as much as the curse is known among the immediate family, it is also Whitestone’s best kept secret. None but those bearing the last name de Rolo are privy to what happens to anyone carrying de Rolo blood under the light of the full moon. 

Percy doesn’t remember a time he was told about the curse, it’s just always been part of his life. He didn’t start to change until after his third birthday, a bit early in comparison to his other siblings, something he still holds over their heads as a teenager. 

“Percy, dear,” his mother calls him over with a soft smile and a gentle wave of her hand. With a sigh, Percy does as he’s told and heads the call, sinking into the chair beside her at the dining table. 

Before he’s even properly seated, Johanna starts making him a plate, knowing that he probably won’t eat much unless she forces him too. “You need to eat breakfast,” she chides him. “You have to keep your strength up for tonight.” 

“Tonight?” Percy asks with a frown, stabbing a piece of fruit with his fork.

“The full moon,” Frederick chimes in, already on his second helping of food. 

Percy sighs heavily. It’s bad enough that the full moon interrupts his nights in his workshop, but it also means that he is forced to spend time with all of his family. All of whom become very very annoying in their wolf forms. 

Percy has long since lost the argument of him staying in the castle, in his workshop during the full moon. His mother, though she doesn’t change herself, refuses to let him be alone when he’s as vulnerable as he is in that state. Not to mention that keeping the fact that the Lord de Rolo, along with all his seven children, is a werewolf becomes significantly harder to hide when they remain that close to the castle.

So Percy piles food on his plate under his mother’s watchful eye. He slumps in on himself as he forces himself to eat. All around him, his siblings are rowdy. They always are before a full moon; even his father is playing into the antics more than usual. 

Johanna sighs and leans over to Percy, tucking his hair back. Percy forces himself not to pull away, he knows that makes his mother upset. “It’s just one night, Percival.”

“I know.” He bites into a piece of bacon. His mother sighs again and pulls away. 

When sunset comes, the whole family is waiting in a clearing in the woods. They go there every month, it’s just far enough outside the castle to not arouse suspicion. Percy sits on the grass, tugging his shoes off and setting them to the side. 

Cassandra and Ludwig are already wild, running and chasing each other through the clearing. His mother sits behind Whitney, braiding her hair back. Frederick comes over to Percy with a smile, “Are you ready, Percival?”

He sighs and allows his father to help him to his feet, “I suppose.” Frederick laughs as though Percy made a joke and squeezes the back of his neck. He guides Percy over to the rest of the family just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

The shift happens quickly. At his age, it no longer hurts, his bones and muscles move into place. When he blinks, he along with the rest of his family are wolves. Cassandra’s transformation still must hurt because she scampers over to their mother, whining as Johanna runs her fingers through her thick fur. 

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where Changbin gets a little too "big dumb alpha." And Minho puts him in his place.

Or the tenth installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!skz, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, pack!prequel, SKZ!pack prequel series, a/b/o, omvegaverse, alpha beta omega, bang chan, lee minho, hwang hyunjin, seo changbin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Imitation as a form of Flattery, Exhibition as a form of Punishment

After the pack gets back from the cabin, Changbin doesn’t leave your side. 

(“Oh my god, (Y/N). Are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby girl. I’m never leaving you again-” 

“I’m fine. Really.” You note the darkening hickies bruising the other alpha’s neck with a smirk as you take a sip of your water bottle. “You, however, look a little worse for wear. Have fun?” 

Jisung passes you on his way to the bedroom, bag slung over his shoulder, and offhandedly remarks, “Minho-hyung likes to bite.”

You promptly choke on your mouthful of water.

“What?”  

Changbin goes beet red. 

Minho appears then, his own suitcase in his hands, and pats Changbin’s ruddy cheek a little too roughly to be considered affectionate with his open palm, full lips curving upward into an entirely too smug smirk. 

“I can’t help it if MuscleHead here likes to bottom. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You cough so hard that Hyunjin looks concerned that you’ll die, patting your back from a safe distance away.)

And so, when the other alpha insists he’s going along with you to your study group at the library that weekend, you sigh, setting your bookbag down with a heavy thump, silently apologizing to your offended laptop, as you shoot him an exasperated, tired, desperate look. 

“Bin, I swear, I’ll be fine-” 

“I’m going.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares you down, and the smell of smoke heightens. 

You sigh again and rake a hand through your hair. 

You expected it, sure, but you’d thought you could talk him out of it. 

Maybe. 

“You’re going to be so bored, dude. We’re just gonna be talking about cell mitosis for hours on end and there won’t even be any snacks because we’re all too poor to even afford coffee-” 

“(Y/N).” Changbin says your name dangerously, alpha timber creeping into his tone, and your wolf flattens its ears, even as you stand strong. His eyes flash warningly, golden. “I’m going.” 

You huff an angry breath and sling your backpack onto your shoulder, grabbing your keys as you yank open the door, a little bit harder than necessary, just to make a point. 

You could chalk his sudden possessiveness and protectiveness up to your recent unexpected rut without him, your still lingering hormones, and a little bit of shit biology, accept it, and adjust until it passed, but where was the fun in that? 

You needed to make him miserable. Just a little bit. 

“Fine. Come on. We’re gonna be late.” 

*******

When you walk into the library, Changbin in tow, you haven’t said a word the entire bus ride over. 

Silent treatment may be immature, but hey, it gets the point across right? 

Unluckily for you, Changbin was right at home in comfortable-and uncomfortable-silence. 

Damn him. 

He strolls behind you without a care in the world, eyes sharp as they scan the quiet that is the library on a long weekend, and idly hums a song you don’t recognize beneath his breath. 

You try to ignore the scent of smoke lingering on your clothes. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice calls out, and you glance to your left to see Yeosang waving wildly at you from a corner table, a giant, goofy grin on his pretty features. “Over here!” 

Behind you, Changbin ceases humming and a low growl rumbles in the back of his throat. 

“Seriously?” You turn to face him, walking backward a few steps, as you hold his gaze with an exasperated, pointed glare. “Yeosang and Seungmin are the furthest thing from dangerous.” 

Changbin shrugs, eyes glancing past you to the waiting forms of your friends. 

“Can’t be too cautious.” 

“Yeah. You can.” You counter back sourly beneath your breath, turning to walk forward again, muttering quieter so the alpha behind you doesn’t hear. “You’re doing it right now.” 

“Hey guys.” You pull out a chair at the table, dutifully ignoring Changbin as he sits down heavily beside you without a word, and reach into your backpack for your laptop. 

The two men at the table glance over at the stoic alpha curiously, but neither of them asks any questions. 

“Oh.” You roll your eyes, pulling out your notebook and pen, waving the writing utensil at your boyfriend. “Guys, this is Changbin.” A wave of the pen in their direction now. “Changbin, this is Yeosang and Seungmin.” 

“Pleasure.” Changbin says flatly, without ever taking his gaze from you. 

“Right.” Seungmin replies blankly, sitting back in his chair, as he stares at Changbin beside you. “The creepy stalker guy.” 

Changbin immediately looks over to the beta, offense flashing across his features. 

“Okay, first off, I didn’t stalk her-” “Pretty close.” You mutter, biting back a smirk, as you crack open your textbook. 

Changbin shoots you a glare, and then turns back to Seungmin, expressionless and silent, regarding him from across the table. 

“Secondly, how did you know about that-?” 

Seungmin’s lips curl into what could be considered the start of a smile. 

“He was here. The night I caught sight of you in the library.” You sigh out, trying to lean over and copy Yeosang’s notes, as the other alpha purposefully places his hand in your way. You sit back in frustration. “You’ll be happy to know, he told me I was batshit crazy by the way.” 

 “You sounded crazy.” Seungmin shrugs, and the scent of warm, gingered citrus strengthens momentarily with the motion. 

“Yeah you did.” Yeosang snorts, and you turn your glare on him. 

“You weren’t even here.” 

“Yeah, but Minnie told me about it and I thought you’d finally lost your marbles for good.” 

“I didn’t stalk her-” Changbin repeats with tired irritation, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, as if he has an oncoming headache. 

“Whatever you say, stalker boy.” 

“Yeah, sounds like something a stalker would say.” 

You bite back a laugh as Changbin stares down Seungmin and Yeosang helplessly from across the table, before he finally glances at you, and you try not to point out the twitching muscle in his jaw. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?” 

You roll your eyes, but heave yourself up from your chair regardless, shooting the two men still seated at the table an annoyed and openly exasperated look as Changbin practically drags you away. 

“Okay, okay, release, boy.” You say, only half teasing, as Changbin maneuvers the two of you around several bookshelves and into a corner out of ear shot. 

His fingers loosen on your wrist, and you rub at the rapidly reddening skin offhandedly. 

“Good boy.” 

Judging by the dark look in Changbin’s eyes, he’s in no mood to play along with your games. 

You decide to play the innocent route. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong?” Changbin huffs out, hard, through his nose, and reaches up to run an agitated hand through his dark hair. 

You try to ignore the way the motion makes his bicep ripple. 

“You told your study buddies that I stalked you?” 

“I mean-” You shrug, trying not to cough as the smell of campfire grows stifling. “-you kinda did. But it’s a funny story to tell now, right?” 

Changbin doesn’t even crack a smile, and you feel your wolf start to cower a little in the face of the obviously irritated alpha. 

“Binnie. C’mon.” 

You try the soothing tactic now, reaching out to gently curl your fingers around his forearm, stroking them down across his knuckles in a repetitive motion, pushing out a wave of calming wisteria laced pheromones. 

“I was just teasing. And so were they. I promise no one really thinks you’re a stalker.” 

The same muscle in Changbin’s jaw ticks once more, and he snaps his teeth in agitation, canines clicking in a way that has you wanting to bare your throat. 

You resist the urge. If only barely. 

The campfire is turning into a raging bonfire. 

You backtrack a little, fingers tightening slightly around his wrist. 

“Listen, I know this whole ‘unscheduled rut while you were all away’ thing has put you kind of on edge, so maybe we should just go home and-” 

“No.” Changbin says forcefully, cutting you off, and you bite your tongue, as he breathes in, deeply, just once, before he says again, calmer this time, the gold fading slightly from his eyes, “No. It’s fine. You need to study. I can control myself.” 

You stare at him, counting the seconds as the smoke slowly begins to fade, and then he forcibly relaxes his jaw, offering you the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he encourages softly, “C’mon. Let’s go back.” 

His fingers intertwine with yours, and you feel yourself relax for the moment, if only a little. 

“They’re really nice, you know. And incredibly smart. I promise once you get to know them, your wolf will have no more qualms whatsoever.” 

Changbin looks thoughtful as you slowly make your way back to the table, his eyes scanning the book shelves as you walk. 

“He’s cute.” 

You stop walking in shock, and Changbin makes it a point not to look at you as you stare at him with open incredulousness. 

“What? Who? Yeosang?” You realize you’re vomiting useless information at this point, but the conversation has swerved so quickly that you’re not sure you’ve entirely kept up. “Hate to break it to you, but he already has a pack and they’re all way out of our league-” 

“No.” Changbin offers you a raised eyebrow over his shoulder, as he pulls you into walking once more. “Not that one.” 

You try hard not to stumble over your own feet. 

“Seungmin.” 

You choke on your own spit, and try to silence your ensuing coughing fit as a group of freshmen at a nearby table shoot you dirty looks. 

“Seungmin?” 

Changbin nods, grinning now, and the smell of smoke is no longer itching your nose, instead now coating your thoughts and making them comfortably hazy. 

“Yeah. Seungmin.” Changbin repeats, slower this time, as if to help you keep up. 

You don’t appreciate the gesture. 

He shrugs as your table comes back into view, and the man in question appears, head bent studiously over a book. 

“You can’t tell him though. Because if he knows, then how will I stalk him?” 

His joke catches you off guard, but he’s grinning widely, eyes bright, even as you smack him square in the chest loudly in retaliation. 

“Stalker.” 

“Tattletale.” 

“I’m gonna feed you to Minho.” 

“I’d love to see you try.” 

********

Contrary to the lightheartedness that night in the library, and even with the glimpse of the old Changbin just within reach, things do not improve. 

And so, by the time you’ve finished your fifth class of the day, and Changbin has walked you to the bus stop and back to the apartment, (Seriously, doesn’t this guy have his own classes to attend?), you can’t take it any more, flopping down with a groan on Minho and Jisung’s couch, even as said alpha heads silently to the bathroom. 

At least that’s one place he hasn’t dared to follow you. 

Yet. 

“What’s up, buttercup?” Jisung glances up from the video game he’s playing at the sound of your long sigh, dark eyes wide, headphones adorably askew atop his mop of messy black hair. 

You groan again and throw a hand over your eyes. 

“Changbin. He’s driving me crazy.” 

“Ah.” Jisung tsks, like he knows exactly what you’re talking about-and he probably does-already turning back to his video game. “Still following you around, huh?” 

“Yes.” You whine out, a little too loudly, and Jisung reaches out to pat you sympathetically on the thigh. “It’s like, god, seriously? I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Rut is long over, I took care of it, let it go, man.” 

“He can’t.” Jisung replies automatically, and you peek at him from between your fingers, but his gaze is focused on the television, the tip of his tongue between his lips in concentration. 

It’s adorable. 

“He can’t, because he wasn’t here to take care of it.” 

You stew that over in silence for a moment, the sounds of the video game loud over Jisung’s headphones, and then you sigh, annoyed, and cover your face with your hands once more. 

“Sometimes you’re incredibly smart, and it’s incredibly annoying, do you know that?” 

“I know.” Jisung quips back, and you can hear the grin in his voice even without looking at him. “Hyung tells me that all the time.” 

“Tells you what all the time?” 

Minho’s voice pulls you back from the brink of self pity, and you manage to dig yourself out of the wallowing long enough to meet his gaze as he sits down on the opposite end of the couch from you, tapping your calf to tell you silently to move your feet. 

You do so, and he settles comfortably into the embrace of the worn cushions, tapping you once more to tell you to put your legs back, and you let them drop gratefully, cradled in the warmth of Minho’s lap. 

“That I’m a genius.” Jisung replies, pushing buttons violently on the controller like it’s a contest and he’s winning. 

“Those words have never once left my lips.” Minho deadpans drily, his long fingers curving around your shins now, hands warm even through the fabric of your pants. 

“Minho.” You try, voice creeping into a wheedle now as the other alpha directs his gaze to you. “Changbin’s driving me crazy.” 

“She’s gonna kill him.” Jisung offers helpfully from his spot somewhere on the floor. 

“I don’t see the problem with that.” 

The sound of the bathroom door shutting down the hall has your wolf pricking its ears, even as you groan and bury your face in your hands once more. 

Changbin appears then, you know without looking, know because of the heavy step of his sneakers, the sudden intense tang of smoke that fills the room, the way Jisung suddenly stops smashing buttons like his life depends on it. 

A growl fills the room. 

You tense up, and you feel the way Minho’s fingers curl protectively around your shin, a little tighter, a little more bite as his nails dig into your skin. 

“Did you just growl at me?” 

The cool, dangerous tone to the other alpha’s voice makes you want to whimper, but you bite your lip and manage to peek out from behind your fingers. 

Changbin looks suitably apologetic, scuffing his sneaker in the doorway now, avoiding Minho’s menacing glare, metaphorical ears pinned. 

“Sorry, hyung. I don’t know what-” 

“This has gone on long enough.” Minho states firmly, abruptly standing from the couch, tossing your legs aside and making you yelp. “Come with me. Both of you.” 

When you both do nothing but stare at him, he pointedly sweeps his gaze between the two of you, gold flaring warningly in the depths of his irises. 

His voice drops threateningly into the growl of alpha timber.

“Now.” 

Jisung whines and you push yourself up from the couch, moving so quickly to obey the commanding alpha’s bidding that you stumble over your own feet. 

Changbin doesn’t meet Minho’s fiery gaze as you both trail reluctantly after him to the bedroom. 

Once the door has clicked shut and been locked with a final, sort of menacing sound, Minho turns to look at you, expression fierce, lips pulled into a stern line. 

“Sit.” He points at Changbin, standing apprehensively beside the bed, and then moves his finger to the desk chair in the corner. “Now.” 

Changbin sits. 

Minho watches silently, expression unreadable, and then he takes a step in the sitting alpha’s direction, slow and deliberate. 

“Listen to me carefully.” His voice is quiet, steady, and all the more terrifying because of it, as he continues to converge on the other alpha, like a predator moving in on cornered prey. “You’re going to sit there-just sit, nothing else-and watch me take what’s yours.” 

Nervousness bubbles into the pit of your stomach, but you can’t bring yourself to move, standing silently, frozen, beside the bed, watching the scene before you unfold. 

Minho taps a long, commanding finger beneath Changbin’s jaw, and the other alpha reluctantly meets his swirling, golden gaze. 

“Now tell me, word for word, what alpha asked you to do.” 

Changbin swallows, you see it in the way his Adam's apple bobs violently, and then he parts his lips, his voice wavering as he repeats back roughly, “I’m going to sit. Nothing else.” 

“That’s right.” Minho nods approvingly, removing his finger from beneath Changbin’s chin now. “Good boy.” 

And then, he turns his predatory gaze on you, and you feel all the breath leave your lungs. 

Everything inside of you is molten-hot and lava and boiling-beneath Minho’s half lidded gaze. 

The spiciness of amber coats your tongue and the tang of smoke scorches your throat. 

“(Y/N). Get on the bed.” 

It’s a stern, firm command, but it doesn’t leave you chafing, no, instead, you rush to comply, your wolf tripping over itself in its almost dazed hurry to please alpha. 

Traitor. 

Minho straddles you, and a smirk crosses his full, pink lips as he stares down at you, something smug coming across his pretty features. 

You swallow down the anticipation clawing its way up your throat.

“Already trembling, sweetheart? Are we that excited, hm?” 

“It’s cold.” You quip back immediately, brat rearing its ugly head at Minho’s condescending teasing. “I didn’t bring a jacket.” 

“Mm.” Minho makes a sort of low, humming sound in the back of his throat, and the gold in his eyes flashes as his fingers find the hem of your shirt. “I hate to break it to you then, sweetheart, but it’s only gonna get worse.”

 His fingers tap your hip bone, cool and insistent against your bare skin, and motions almost lazily to the clothes you wear. 

“Off.” 

You do as you’re told. 

“Pretty.” Minho remarks, cocking his head, studying you openly as he lets his gaze slip across your body. 

You feel exposed, but in a pleasant sort of way, as if your skin is zapping with electricity, eager for what comes next. 

Minho continues his perusal of you, letting his eyes wander, but not actually touching you, not yet. 

It takes everything in you to bite your tongue and not let your wolf whimper for his touch. 

“She’s pretty, don’t you think?” Minho says again, offhandedly this time, and it takes you a moment to work out that he’s talking to Changbin now, glancing over his shoulder at the other alpha with a searing smirk. 

Changbin manages a jerky nod, and his fingers clench around the base of the chair in a fruitless effort of control. 

“However, I think-” Minho muses, looking like he’s enjoying this a little too much, leaning into your space now, his fingers ghosting over the outline of your jaw. “-she’d be even prettier if I left a few marks, hm?” 

Your stomach clenches pleasantly as he leans closer, eyes swirling, and lets his lips brush across the sensitive skin beneath your ear. 

The scent of amber whirls now, clouding and hazing your thoughts into a comfortable numbness. 

Changbin whines-he whines-you’ve never heard a sound like that out of him before-low and desperate in the back of his throat-but Minho ignores him doggedly, continuing to let his lips ghost down the column of your throat and across your scent gland. 

Your breath hitches, and Minho notices, a pleased look coming into his eyes. 

“Jisungie told you I’m fond of biting, yes?” Minho lets his gaze trace down the path his lips have just taken, lingering at the hollow of your throat, as his fingers-cool and confident-come up to trace the divots of your collarbone in an almost thoughtful way, his eyes dark. “You have the perfect skin for marks, sweetheart. I can feel it, like an ache in my teeth.” 

“Maybe you should stop talking and do it then.” You challenge, impatient, your muscles trembling beneath his weight, your wolf pacing with irritation now. 

Minho chuckles. “Impatient are we?” 

You know it’s rhetorical, because the way your body and wolf are reacting to his own is almost embarrassing and definitely all the proof he needs. 

Minho leans over and with a flash of movement, pins your wrists above your head. 

He comes in close, lips brushing your throat, and the sound of his canines clicking has your heart running a race in your chest. 

“Would you like to know another thing I’m fond of, sweetheart?” Minho asks softly, his breath fanning across your skin, warm and moist, his cool fingers finding purchase on your chin, keeping you right where he wants you. 

His eyes meet your own, and his lips curve upward into the start of a wicked smirk.

“Taking my time.” 

A whimper escapes past your lips before you can stop it as his nose brushes across your aching scent gland, and Changbin is up in a flash, chair squeaking, sneakers heavy on the floor. 

Minho immediately turns on the other alpha, eyes flashing with warning, teeth bared, though his expression hasn’t wavered in the slightest from the eerie calm of before. 

“Uh uh.” He tuts with a sigh, almost like a disappointed parent, as he points at Changbin and then the abandoned chair. “What did we say? You’re to sit. Nothing else.” 

Changbin stands there for a moment, clearly at war with himself, his wolf snapping in the recesses of his eyes, chest heaving, and then he clenches his fingers into fists and takes a step back, reluctantly lowering himself back into the waiting chair. 

Minho watches his every move, and when he’s settled again, he finally gives the other alpha a slight, approving nod. 

“Good boy.” 

Changbin growls-low and menacing-in the back of his throat, and Minho turns back to you with the start of a smirk, but his eyes are moltenous and deadly. 

“Now. Your rules, sweetheart, are simple.” Something wicked comes across his gaze, as he leans back into your space and draws one pointed fingertip up the line of your bare sternum, making you shiver. His gaze darkens. “You tell the naughty puppy sitting in the corner every last thing that I do to you-out loud and while they’re happening-are we understood?” 

You swallow, the fresh wave of amber making your thoughts foggy, and manage to nod. 

“No.” Minho catches your chin between his fingers firmly, holding you in place, and his eyes bore into your own. “Out. Loud.” 

You swallow again, and a campfire begins to blaze beneath everything else. 

“Yes, alpha. Understood.” 

“Good girl.” Minho praises in a low voice, and the words go straight and hot right to your core, and you resist the urge to squirm beneath him. He lets his gaze scan your face, slow and languid, and then he reaches up and parts your lips with the tip of his finger. “Although, it might be hard with my fingers in your mouth.” 

He lets his finger slide onto your tongue, pinning it beneath his hold, his skin already slick with your saliva, hot and wet, and then he casually thumbs the points of your canines. 

The give of his skin beneath your teeth makes your entire jaw ache. 

“Talk to him.” Minho commands in a low tone, and you swallow the pooling saliva in your mouth and try to form coherent thoughts to turn into words as Minho slides his finger back out of your mouth and down the skin of your throat. 

When you don’t immediately speak, Minho leans over you, a dangerous smirk dancing across his lips, eyes whirling with heat, and his lips brush across the shell of your ear as he murmurs in something close to a growl, “Let me help you out there, sweetheart. Tell him how wet you already are. I know, because I can smell it on you.” 

“I’m-” You manage to get out, but the words die off into a sharp intake of breath as Minho lets his fingers dip between your thighs. 

“Say it.” 

“I’m-” You try once more, and it's getting hard to focus again, Minho’s fingers and his tongue and his body on top of yours making your thoughts scattered, the strong, spicy scent of amber coating the inside of your brain and your throat with every breath, every swallow, you manage to take. “-wet. Really wet, alpha.” 

“Good girl.” Minho purrs, and rewards you with another stroke of his fingers. 

The whine that leaves your lips is completely involuntary as Minho continues further, and the harsh exhale, followed by the rumble of a low, guttural growl, that emits from Changbin in the corner in reaction to your sound has your legs feeling more like jelly than they currently are. 

Smokiness begins to overtake the spice of bergamot. 

“Fuck, Minho.” Changbin lets out another sharp, harsh breath through his nose at the end of the curse, the sound of his ‘k’ staccato, as if he’s trying incredibly hard to control himself, and is nearly close to failing. “You’ve made your point. Knock it off already.” 

Minho glances at the other alpha in a bored way, as if only checking that he’s still sitting, and then slides his gaze back to you, pinned beneath him, at his mercy.

Something akin to wicked satisfaction seeps into the darkness of his gaze as he regards you thoughtfully. 

“Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?” 

 “No.” You immediately reply without thinking, a sudden edge of panic to your tone at the thought of Minho stopping. Your wolf is frenzied enough as it is at the brief pause, you can’t even begin to think about him removing his weight-or his fingers-from you now. “God no.” 

Minho smirks, smug and triumphant. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Minho turns back to glance at Changbin then, his brow furrowed into a glare and his knuckles turning white as he grips the edges of the chair, and his cool expression doesn’t waver an inch in the face of the other currently furious alpha. 

“There you go. You’ve just heard it yourself, princess. So be a good boy, and give me a few minutes here, and then I’ll take care of you, hm? Don’t be impatient. You’ll get your turn. I’m many things, but I’m nothing if not always a fair and equal authoritarian.” 

Minho grins-sharp teeth and dangerous angles-before he turns back to you, and without another glance in Changbin’s direction, immediately proceeds to devolve you into a panting, sweaty, spent mess beneath his hands. 

When he’s thoroughly sure you’ve been taken care of-multiple times-he finally sits back, still straddling your hips, and lets out a long, slow breath, reaching up to run fingers through his barely mussed hair, before he lets his half lidded, molten gaze slide across to Changbin. 

The other alpha’s jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, engaging him silently in the stare down for dominance. 

Minho tilts his head, as if in slight acquiescence, and lets his gaze slide down the length of Changbin’s body, before he lingers on the current tightness of his jeans, a smirk coming once again across the full bow of his upper lip.

Minho removes his body from your own then, and you whine at the loss, but he merely chuckles, almost fondly, and pats your head while sliding off the bed. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His dark gaze slides once more back to Changbin, the other alpha still glaring, even though the sudden arousal in the smokiness of his scent gives him away, and you all know it. 

Minho’s smirk only grows wider, as he stalks toward the other alpha like a predator finally cornering its prey. 

Changbin doesn’t move. 

“But fair’s fair. Alpha’s gotta reward someone now for being a good boy, hm?” 

Minho takes the other alpha’s chin in his long, cool fingers, and taps the underside of his jaw in an almost lackadaisical, commanding sort of way, as if he already knows Changbin is going to do whatever he asks of him. 

It’s incredibly hot. 

“Open up, princess.” Minho’s irises swirl fiery gold and his teeth flash into a wicked, pointed grin. “But stay in the chair.” 

********

“We’ve been over this. You really don’t have to come.” You sigh out, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, as you search-unsuccessfully-through the bowl beside the door for your keys. 

You huff another sound of annoyance, and then gratefulness, as Changbin appears beside you, pulling his cap down low over his eyes, your lost keys dangling from his outstretched fingers. 

He grins and cocks his head, watching as you place the keys safely into the zippered pocket of your backpack. 

“I know. But I’m gonna come anyway.” 

You snort out an unamused chuckle and reach into the closet for your own hat and jacket, shooting him an exasperated look over your shoulder. 

“Dude. Those nerds couldn’t hurt a fly if they tried.” 

“Oh, I know.” Changbin leans one shoulder against the wall as he watches you pull on your jacket, before readjusting the slope of your backpack on your shoulders. “I’m not coming to protect you. I’m just coming to see Seungmin again.” 

“Gross.” You wrinkle your nose and tug open the front door. “Do you guys really always have to flirt right in front of my Foreign Microorganisms and Where to Find Them homework?” 

“We’ve been over this.” Changbin chuckles, parroting your words from earlier, locking the door behind the two of you, as he follows closely on your heels down the stairs, sneakers slapping the cement. “When else am I supposed to see him?” 

“Dude.” You say in exasperation, as you round the corner to leave the apartment for the bus stop. “Ask him on a date or something. Like a normal person.” 

“We’ve also been over this too many times to count” Changbin playfully growls, slapping your ass and making you yelp, as he catches up to you and wraps an arm around your waist. “Don’t call me ‘dude’ when I literally had my tongue down your throat five minutes ago.” 

“.....Dude.” 

“I’m breaking up with you.” 

“No, you’re not.” 

“No. You’re right. I’m not.” 

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[undiscovered-horizon]

"Godless" - Morpheus x Reader

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.8k Sandman-inspired playlist

It is strange how much both body and mind can withstand only when the Devil raises his finger as if one needs to have Death herself looming over one's shoulder to uncover their true potential. What grim truth that really was - only the wraith of eternity could emerge a will to live, a strange desire for mortal and finite. Perhaps the only reason for such a paradox was certain reactance that befitted all intelligent creatures.

You knew the corridors and chambers of the Palace like the back of your hand - it was home, after all. Those marbles, stones and bricks could never hold a secret from you and yet their curves and turns surprised you as you run through them, their former familiarity gone without a trace. The sound of your rushed footsteps moulded into sinister laughter as an echo carried it through the otherwise silent halls. Fire, burning on chandeliers and brackets, danced some long-forgotten, blasphemous waltz as if it beckoned evil to continue its pursuit of you.

Focusing on bringing down the decorative arch over your head, you stumbled over your own feet. Were you growing tired? Inattentive in your actions? Yes, that could well be probable... It was hard for you to say how long you'd been running, trying to slow down those wolf-like devils as you feverishly thought of a way to end their miserable lives for good.

The marble construction fell to the ground. The impact was strong enough to make you fall over. A cloud of dust filled the air, and the particles of broken stone filled your nostrils making breathing a lot harder. The chalk-like smell was suffocating. Your throat was becoming raw and painful from the constant coughing.

The hopeful silence ended quite soon when a vicious growling again filled the Palace halls. There, emerging from the cloud of dust and rubble, were that same wolf-people. Despite their human faces, their throats let out an animalistic growl. No matter what you threw at that metaphoric snake, it kept on biting your heels, always less than a step away from you.

Panting and coughing, you propped yourself up on your arms but not for too long - most of your energy had already been expended. Your arms trembled underneath your weight only to give out shortly after. The wolf-like nightmares must have noticed your struggles as their growls turned into high-pitched howls. It wasn't a herding call as it usually is among wolves. No, it was an anthem of victory - a hunter blowing his horn after witnessing the deer exhale for the last time.

They were taking their time, stalking towards you with yellow eyes and saliva dripping down their chins. Long fangs snarled at you.

"You can still give him up," one of them offered. It was that very same attempt at negotiations that started this deadly pursuit. Truthfully, you did consider it - or rather the naive thought those creatures had that you would ever stand against your husband. "And maybe we'll reconsider some mercy for ya."

You felt the ground shake. A rumble went through the marble halls as if the stones and pebbles were whispering something between them. What secrets could be set in stone, one may wonder but you never did - you knew it for you were the one to cause it. That whispered rumour of marble came back to you, revealing that your leftover power could still do severe damage should you wish to release it all at once. The one thing to consider, however, was the fate of your own corporeal form: you couldn't know what will happen to your bones and flesh if you were to choose that path. But, perhaps, on that day it wasn't your fate that mattered.

"Oh, just piss right off," you spat out before taking a deep breath. It was a realistic possibility that this breath could well be your last but you were content with that course of events. There weren't any regrets that could hold you a prisoner of your own heart.

Gathering all the last bits of your power, every last spar of energy that coursed through your veins, you released all the magick that resided in you. It felt as if a strange force sliced open your skin and began putting apart all of your tissues like some cosmic being decided to redo a few stitches that held your body as one. The world turned purple-blue before you closed your eyes and suddenly, the fate of the Palace and the wolf-people was no longer your problem. The hue of indigo and lilac was visible to all inhabitants of the Dreaming, even creatures that lived on the very edge of the realm.

Morpheus couldn't get back to the castle as quickly as he had wanted. There was a gaping hole in the Palace, completely removing one of the wings from existence. Everything that once was part of the beautiful dwelling was now reduced to dust: all was rubble and except for rubble there was nothing. No halls or windows, brackets or furniture. Even those vicious wolf-like nightmares were nothing beyond a handful of greyish sand that slipped between fingers no differently than time.

The cloud of dust slowly settled and among the white marble, Morpheus noticed the hem of your red, velvety dress as of wine or blood could ever be a beacon of hope. His feet stumbled over bigger remnants of his Palace as he tried to get to you a little faster than his body was capable of.

Morpheus sunk to his knees. White and greyish dust covered his dark clothes. His eyes stung but he couldn't be sure whether the marble particles in the air were responsible for that sensation or perhaps it was the fault of the tears pooling in his eyes.

"You will not leave me," he quietly gritted through his teeth. Perhaps, just this once, his older sister would listen to him.

Scraping his hands against coarse and sharp pieces of rubble, Morpheus slid his arms underneath your body and lifted you. A streak of blood was running along your temple, the deep red colour was of an oddly similar shade to the material of your dress and yet it had nothing of its beauty. Cursed be all the poets for telling such blatant falsehood as though blood could ever appear sublime.

"My Lord-," Lucienne began but promptly stopped when she noticed your limp body hanging over his arms. She didn't quite know what to say and so instead of finishing her thought, she awaited the King's reaction.

Morpheus, however, passed by Lucienne, never acknowledging her presence in any way. In some disastrous, downright traumatising way, she didn't exist to him at that moment - she was nothing beyond static, a noise that attempted to divert his attention from what truly mattered. She stared as he yet again disappeared in the greyish cloud of dust and rubble.

As he carried you in his arms, he knew not what actions he ought to take. But such unsureness had never once stopped him before. Perhaps it was true that Morpheus did not know what choice specifically he should make but more important was his sheer willingness to do everything he could. Anything. He was a king and a husband, a grieving one at that and history knows no more terrible wraith than a widower in a crown. Aeons could only hope or pray that one of the humans spends their nighttime fantasies pondering about mercy and forgiveness.

With utmost care and something akin to fear, Morpheus lay your limp body on the bed you shared. Your face looked bizarrely calm as if you were simply resting, about to flutter your eyes open and shyly ask him how long he'd been staring at you - like you did so very often.

Yet that moment of relief wasn't coming soon at least not as soon as he would like it to. He simply sat there, on the edge of the bed as if he never even once thought of going someplace else. Little did you know, that's exactly what Morpheus had done - refused to go anywhere you weren't. The kingdom of Dreaming he had freely abandoned, for the time being. His realm he could rebuild but you... He did not possess such power. Of course, Morpheus could always play into his selfishness and recreate you as a Dream, although a Nightmare would be more fitting for all the haunting and misery that creature would bestow upon him. His hand remained tightly holding yours as if the King of Dreams held a silly belief that the moment he lets go, your soul would let go of its corporeal vessel. Tears pooled in his eyes but curiously, they never spilt as it wasn't their time quite yet. What a strange thing it was to await bereavement.

Morpheus wiped away the blood that run down your temple. For a man of a quite cold demeanour, his movements were frightful as if even putting a little more pressure on your skin could make the bruise deeper and more severe. The wet towel in his hand barely brushed against your face.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you even tried opening your eyes and that little movement was enough to make Morpheus hold his breath for a moment. Could it be? That among all that he had lost so far, such a precious thing was returned to him? There was a loud ringing in your head, one that made pain appear instantaneously. The lights were blinding you, only adding to the already unbearable severity of the headache.

After blinking frantically and contorting your face into a myriad of various grimaces, you opened your eyes wide only to see Morpheus's face or rather the face of a shadow of a man he was only a few hours ago. It was interesting how much a timeless entity could age in less than a day. He stared at you with teary, bloodshot eyes. Their intensity made a desire to look away appear in your thoughts but it disappeared about as swiftly as it came.

"Why would you do that?" he asked barely above a whisper. Whatever vigour once resided in the monarch, it was long gone by the time you opened your eye. "Do not ever put your life before mine."

His skin felt cold against yours. Dream's hand had a restless tremble to it as if fear and anger were the only things fueling his body and you had very little doubts about that impression being the truth. With great effort, you squeezed his palm and put your other hand over his like you were about to bestow a great secret upon him. Morpheus stared at you with his teary, bloody eyes. They had a certain haunting glossiness to them as though even the oldest of aeons could not remember days when the King of Dreaming wouldn't grieve.

"I'd turn this world godless before I'd let malice know your name," you whispered with a gentle smile on your face.

Morpheus knew it was a promise - all threats were. And, to his own horror, you were always the one to keep your word. He just needed to make sure you never had to.

@northmansvamp

[masterqwertster]

Okay, since my Bells Hells Pokémon Teams were more popular than I expected:

More Bells Hells Pokémon

Pokémon that didn't make the six slot team cut (or possibly didn't occur to me at the time. There's 1,000+ Pokémon now, so it's harder to remember them all) but I think makes sense for Bells Hells to have. Except Legendaries. That will be a different post.

Chetney

Cubchoo/Beartic- another that Chet would have picked up in the Icelost years, or maybe up near Uthodurn. Cubchoo was a cute little kid Chet took in, and Beartic is kind of werewolf-shaped for a bear

Seedot/Nuzleaf/Shiftry- tree Pokémon, need I say more? Might be shiny for that redder wood coloration

Delibird- for the Santa theme. Also, it can just cart around all the toys Chetney carves in its bag tail

Wyrdeer- more Chirstmas theme, but also just majestic old man vibes too

Drampa- old man vibes and it likes kids, so good for an old toymaker

Stufful- it's kind of a toy. I mean, the Pokémon Go version has a tag on its butt

Bonsly/Sudowoodo- thought it was a tree, was disappointed to find out it was rock, but since it wasn't metal, Chetney decided to keep it

Poochyena/Mightyena- more wolf Pokémon

Orym

Falinks (Shiny)- little soldier guys for the little soldier man. Shiny for less gold, more down to earth colors

Rufflet/Braviary- tough bird Pokémon for a tough little Air Ashari. Might be a Hisuian Braviary if Orym's deal with Nana Morri makes him a warlock

Deerling/Sawsbuck (Spring Form) OR Cherubi/Cherrim- for the cherry blossom aesthetic of Zephrah

Petilil/Liligant (Hisuian)- for the dancing fighter from druid town vibes

Pawniard/Bisharp- more soldier vibes. Does not evolve up to Kingambit unless Orym finally feels like a leader instead of a soldier

Treeko/Grovyle/Sceptile- guys with grass blades and Treeko's a little climber too

Shieldon/Bastiodon- shield Pokémon for our boy with a shield

Buneary/Lopunny- bouncing bunnies for a man who bounces and feels he'd be a were-bunny if he got to choose a were-critter

Fearne

Growlithe/Arcanine- fluffy fire "wolves." All things Fearne loves

Purrloin/Liepard- thieving cats for our thieving faun

Klefki- a Fairy-type that's a bit of a collector, just like Fearne, if more focused than her

Chimchar/Monferno/Infernape- more fire monkeys for Fearne

Pansear/Simisear (Shiny)- more fire monkeys for Fearne. Shiny for Pansear's orange coloration

Sprigatito/Floragato/Meowscrada- tricky grass cats with some fluff

Shroomish/Breloom- for her disregard for the danger of mushrooms and because they're cute

Teddiursa/Ursaring/Ursaluna (Shiny)- Teddiursais small cute and fluffy, and up at Ursaluna there's a moon connection for being lightly Ruidusborn. Shiny for the moss-covered look of Teddiursa and Ursaring. Also Sweet Pea reference?

Budew/Roselia/Roserade- more pretty, poisonous flowers

Salazzle- hot fire mama Pokémon for a hot fire druid with a baby boy/fire monkey

Imogen

Ponyta/Rapidash- more horses for Imogen. Also, Kantonian Rapidash looks better than Galarian (in my opinion)

Raichu (Alolan)- Psychic and Electric-type, need I say more?

Espurr/Meowstic (Female, Shiny)- a Pokémon with psychic control issues as Espurr and a ruthless streak as Meowstic. Shiny for a more pinkish Espurr and yellow-scarfed Meowstic

Cleffa/Clefairy/Clefable- moon Pokémon with psychic powers

Lunatone- more psychic moon Pokémon

Mareep/Flaffy/Ampharos- more Electric-types for Imogen, and also sort of farm-related to reflect her roots

Munna/Munsharna- psychic dream Pokémon with a better aesthetic for Imogen than Drowzee/Hypno

Psyduck- psychic headaches, just like Imogen

Gothita/Gothorita/Gothitelle- another Psychic-type, except this one's aesthetic reminds Imogen of Laudna

Laudna

Zorua/Zoroak (Hisuian)- ghostly Pokémon of the north, fitting for a ghost of Whitestone. Also the cuddliness of Zorua calls to Laudna

Froslass- more northern ice ghosts. And a little witchy too

Vullaby/Mandibuzz- wears bones and Mandibuzz takes care of little vullaby babies/kids

Cubone/Marowak (Alolan)- Cubone mourn their lost mother, like Laudna (maybe?) misses hers. And set it on fire as Marowak for the Fireball spell. Also, bone Pokémon

Sinistea/Polteageist OR Polchageist/Sinistcha- Sinistea line definitely has that Ladies of Whitestone vibe, but Polchageist has the fix-it folklore. Definitely lean more toward Sinsitea line though

Joltik/Galvantula- spiders for Mis Creepy and a little Shocking Grasp electricity

Spinarak/Ariados- more creepy spiders

Phantump/Trevenant (Shiny)- for the tree-like Form of Dread. Shiny for pale wood and red leaves which are Laudna colors

Paras/Parasect- for the mindcontrol by something parasitizing off of them mushrooms, much like how Delilah parasitizes her

Greavard/Houndstone- ghost doggo!

Absol- a "hound" of ill omen, it probably warns Laudna to skip town before the mobs come

FCG

Rotom- ghost in the machine for a soul in a machine. Also, can you imagine it possessing FCG's oven? And the pun for Mow Rotom

Raltz/Kirlia/Gardevoir (Shiny)- empath Pokémon with psychic powers who dislikes conflict. Shiny to match FCG's coat being blue

Klink/Klang/Klinklang- gear Pokémon for the little machine boi

Audino- another Pokémon center helper and healer from the anime

Indeedee (Male)- another empath Pokémon

Bronzor- it's a coin! From the Changebringer!

Iron Valient- robot-like Gardevoir/Gallade mix for a robit that has a Gardevoir

Morpeko- it's cute and switches to a rage mode if it doesn't take care of itself (disregarding game mechanic of constant switch for flavor text of only when not properly fed)

Meltan- little metal buddies for the little metal boi

Ashton

Roggenrola/Boldore/Gigalith- rocks and crystals Pokémon for the rocks and crystals boi

Grotle/Torterra- would receive as a child in Hishari. Turtwig being a Grass-type is a nod to the druidic leanings of Hishari, while Torterra's "tortise with the world on its back" leans a bit more titans as rulers/guardians/makers of the world

Nacli/Naclstack/Garganacl (Shiny)- salty, as Ashton's attitude is sometimes. Also very sandstone strata in looks as a shiny

Sableye- attracted to Ashton's crystal hair and they just never could get rid of it. At least it's good for helping with stealing stuff

Obstagoon- it's one of the punk-est Pokémon aesthetically

Gible/Gabite/Garchomp- bitey dragon landshark, especially now that Ashton can Earth Glide

Great Tusk- ancient, a little earthy, and the predecessor to rolling wheel Pokémon Donphan, which is probably a not unpopular Pokémon in Bassuras

Rhyhorn/Rhydon/Rhyperior- mostly for Rhyhorn's "keep charging forward" attitude that Ashton tries to do emotionally

Deino/Zweilous/Hydreigon (Shiny)- another angry rampager Pokémon. Shiny so it's green like Ashton

[inana-mm]

Red Sun of Dorne

Part 1: I Choose Family

<- 1 1.5 ->

Warning: not proof read (truthfully it was written in one go on phone- XD) and English is not my first language.

Note (?): self indulgent ~? I just got bored and was thinking about how itd feel to be held in the crossfire of the shitshow that is Rhaenyra’s and Alicent’s relation. I put “Y/N” but she’s Aemyra Targaryen. She’s Princess Consort of Dorne, wife of Qoren Martell and Rhaenyra’s younger twin sister. She doesn’t really like Daemon if it ain’t Obvious since his war is the reason she married in the first place and he’s a power hungry wolf.

Oh and yn is pregnant with her fifth child in this work😃

“ENOUGH !” The thunderous pain and anger propelled in the hall slowly sinking into its occupent. “Why must you pull and tug and prey on each other ?” She continued, almost spitting the question.

The last of old Valerya was assembled into the room, sharing blood, name and home yet hurting one another carelessly. The seven above could testify of it, Alicent’s maddening pain or Rhaenyra’s seemingly collected attitude, thought it was all but a facade, while Lucerys was coddled in her side : it all made sense but what led up to it did not. Y/n loved her sister dearly, they used to do everything together. They’re were girls together alongside with Alicent but she couldn’t recognize any of them in this situation.

It had been such a long day, it had been such long Years leading to this day. Yet as time went by everything seemed to get worse when Yn prayed daily for the opposite . The stranger took so much and so fast : her mother Aemma, her friend Ser Harwin Strong and then their cousin Laenna whom they gave to the sea this morning only, lost to the tragedy that plagues every woman’s heart though the Velaryon Princess chose a most brave end.

Laenna was gone and Daemon left his daughter’s side the moment the coffin hit the water, leaving the twins to their thoughts and if Rhaenyra did send her son to consol them : it was not his place to do so. Their father should’ve but lamentably failed that duty too.

So Y/n spent the remaining on the day by the girls side, consoling the young princesses as the sun rose and fell from the skies. She loved her cousin with whom she sometimes seemed to share more similarities then her own twin sister. The sweet girls were truly without a mother on this day and y/n’s heart couldn’t help but ache thinking that they also lacked a father. Daemon had never been up to the task in her opinion, her uncle was many things but his lust for power and ambitions made it impossible to ever consider him suited for family.

How harsh was the world to let this happen ? Truly, it had been unfair to such a strong soul to leave this early, only to be remembered by the few who actually cared as it was painfully clear that not everyone in attendance grieved her dear cousin.

After dark, princess Y/n retreated to her appartements after wishing a good night to Baela and Rhaena before leaving her own children, Viseryon Visenya, Aliandra and Coryanne, to their sworn protector’s care. Ser Carmin Gargalen kindly nodded at her exhausted form as he stood guard in front of their appartements after he watched as she laid soft kisses each their foreheads. “Are you sure your needn’t me to walk you to your apartments, Princess ?” He asked in carful worry but Yn insisted that walking alone would do her some good.

As the handmaidens helpd her out of her dress and into a nightgown, Yn exhaled in relief, pressure exerted on her swollen abdomen proved harder then she expected after three relatively easy pregnancies. This one surely was different and different worried her.

The girls chatted away about the events of the day, and slowly her mind drifted away. Far into her past, recalling events that still held tremendous weight over her despite what y/n liked to think. She laid in bed, now trying to recall her mother. Oh how Aemma was sweet, always welcoming her into a hug when she’d complain about a prank Rhaenyra played on her. Finding the right words to convince her to forgive the mischievousness of her twin sister. How both girls would ride their dragons with their mom in sight, races though prohibited were somehow overlooked in this blissful instants above the clouds.

Their Queen Mother was her greatest support at court when people viewed her every move with scorn. She was the second princess after all, a waste opportunity of a boy. And even if he never voiced it aloud, King Viserys had a certain way in which he looked at her sometimes making the girl she was shamefully advert her eyes. But Aemma lover her anyways “I’ll give you a brother soon anyway sweet girl, you needn’t worry about court. You’re of me, and nothing will ever change that fact.” She reassured her then that even if that wasn’t ment to be, she would still be free and accepted, loved. Her dear daughter.

The smile slyly crawling on her face fell at the remembrance of how it all went wrong. Their mom died while birthing their promised brother who shortly followed her on the pyre and the Keep became solemn and silent safe for prayers, during that time Rhaenyra showed to be her biggest support. Mutually clinging onto , and solely to, each other if not to their friends Alicent whom was brought to court by the Hand.

Shortly after that however, Alicent became queen and Y/n could only watch as their tight trio imploded with both parties forcing her to pick a side. Sure Rhaenyra was forced into this world before she did but many at court knew Y/n to be much more mature then the Heiress. They were not girls anymore and at that time she did wonder how was it that Rhaenyra thought of their friend’s marriage with their father any of her own doing.

Women never had a choice at the Keep and whispers she heard across the halls supported the theory that indeed it was the same all across westeros.

Y/n kept her friendship with Alicent as intact as the new power imbalance allowed it and cherished her new siblings like she did Rhaenyra. Though the fondness she held for the babes, for the adorable Aegon and the ever so sweet Helaena, was maybe a tad sweeter. And in turn she saw how her twin distanced herself from their growing family. Their father silently watching as it all got worse did nothing but allow her every wishes in hope of appeasing her.

Then Aemond came, he became yet another disappointment to Rhaenyra and another reason for lords to contest her claim to the iron throne . Seing her sister being pushed and pulled across court by silent whispers over her succession had proven to be hard enough for the calmer twin to verbally intercede. In the same year, their uncle reportedly won the Stepstones and by doing so inadvertently signed Yn’s own doom.

She was betrothed to do the donnish prince, Qoren, quickly after to strike a peace. The mad man refused Rhaenyra when presented the idea but asked for Y/n’s instead as she was the next best thing without having to bring his realm under Targaryen dominion. Politic, in which she became most proefissent later, was at its finest and where it belonged : at the center of her life. The princess didn’t want to leave, she’d never seen Sun spear before. And leaving her twin felt wrong when court was slowly turning on her.

But Yn went. She had no choice, and oh, how it felt lonely at first though ravens were of help and y/n could meet with Rhaenyra on their respective dragons halfway : it was never long enough, never as good as sneaking onto her twin’s bed when a certain matter troubled her or to sit in the silence of Maegor’s Holdfast to spend time together away from the bustling of the castle. Not like home. But home was wherever Rhae was anyways.

The births of their respective children made the sister’s bond tighter. Motherhood did to them what it broke for Rhaenyra and Alicent and for that Yn was ever grateful. Rhae flew to her at the new of the twins birth, and she did the same for Jace’s a year later celebrating her sister’s joy despite the leeching eyes of Westerosi nobility attached to the boy’s hair. It was then that y/n grasped the true extent of the situation. Then that she first tasted Alicent’s resentment and bitterness.

From then the drift in her family grow deeper and larger slowly changing into a high cliff. And now it has come to this.

Still in her thoughts, it took an urgent call of her name through the doors to get her to jolt out of bed. Covering her form with a golden shawl, gift from her lord husband, Yn hurried to the door with some minor inconvenience revealing a maid, agitated “Something happened to the princes” said the girl without looking into her princess’s eyes and fearing the worse : Yn took off, to the children.

She got there just before her sister did, giving her enough time to asses the situation after making sure that non of her three children were hurt, finding that the eldest,Visenya, and youngest Corryanne were still in bed. There has been a fight between Rhaenyra’s boys, Daemon’s girls and her little brother : Aemond. Whilst they all tried to defend their innocence, yn silently checked Luke’s nose before taking in the state of Aemond.

Aliandra came with Baela and Rhaena, roping her older brother in with them and he claimed having followed to insure his younger sister wouldn’t cause trouble without waking his twin or baby sister up. It took some convincing for Ser Carmin to let them go in favor of n looking over the eldest princess.

When the fight broke out her son tried to separate theirs cousins and uncle while Aliandra held on Rhaena. Both were fine, a bit ruffled up but infinitely better than Aemond.

Alicent was at her son’s side too, understandably inconsolable, and offered her a painful look that yn couldn’t decipher when her sister finally graced them with her presence shortly followed by their uncle sporting a triumphing smirk that made the Dornish Princess Consort’s insides turn.

He did not even make an attempt at looking at his daughters. He did not care, much too absorbed by basking in the afterglows whatever disgusting affairs he and her sister were engaging into before hand.

And it all became a blur off accusations, shouting and an hostility so thick you could almost taste it in the air. Her father obviously siding with her sister on the matter, the heiress demanding explications and the queen reparations. Each word, each second made her sicker. And when Alicent launched at Rhaenyra, she screamed, startling the children she was standing next to.

Their Children got hurt for the seven’s sake ! And yet they were bickering. The sole sight of it proving enough to prompt the most out of character reaction from her.

The remains of the loud “ENOUGH!” echoed in the room as eyes slowly rested on her and her family. The silent princess. The accepting one. The sent away. Thrown Princess, sold to a peace crafted by her own blood. She’d been it all, and silence showed it self to be unnefficient. “Why must you pull and tug and prey on each other ?” she finally croaked making her way to the women in the center of the room.

Defiance evident in her eyes and anger burning in her heart, “Won’t you answer ?” She looked at Rhaenyra then Alicent who looked as they just saw the stranger’s shadow somewhere on her. But before her sister could ask her whatever she ment by those words yn made in clear. “I am asking why you must take offense in a truth muttered in you presence for years when it is spoken by a child when every kid and lady of the keep as proudly making it a subject to discuss over tea? Why did make an enemy out of a friend when you knew she had no part in the fault you hold against her ?” Yn pressed while slowly worming her hand over the dagger in a manner Alicent mistook for reassurance.

The questions did enough to startle her twin, maybe hearing such words from an otherwise silent observator came to a surprise. But the princess of DragonStone was quick to regain her composure despite the hesitation in her eyes when they met Y/n « Whatever do you mean, Idaña (twin)? » she whispered under her breath. « I did not know you blind, Yn » she continued hurt having replaced the hesitation.

“I am everything but, haēdar(sister). Merely stating the truth.” Yn’s words held some of the sadness evident in the eyes mirroring her sister’s. “It used to be so much simpler, it could’ve stayed that way if you only saw that she wanted non of it.” She whispered in a broken tone only to be heard by the two other woman. Alicent, privy to this exchange, was still as a stone. Now sobered of her mad anger, her grip on the dagger lessened and her eyes swelled of tears she though she did not have left after crying over her son’s maimed state. Rhaenyra on the other hand wanted no part of this, feeling her twin, the other part of herself siding with her declared enemy, but that same sister’s hand, now firmly around the blade made quick work of it, successfully disarming her friend-stepmother to the assembly’s surprise. When the loud sound of metal colliding with the ground signaled that she’d threw the weapon far from the three of them . It somehow eased Rhaenyra’s feelings as she threw a content look at Alicent.

With both hands free now, Yn held the two opponent’s hands in each of hers, drawing in a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I know that what we had is long gone.” She started in a whisper, slightly squeezing their hands. “But let’s not draw the children into this, please. None of them asked for this climate, they are entitled to a family too. Like you and I were sweet sister.” Yn finally looked at Rhaenyra in search of something, of her sister. Not the princess, not the heir. Her sister. Her twin.

Yet Rhaenyra’s eyes wouldn’t meet hers, fixedly staring at their hands. Yn’s words found their target in her heart yet Rhaenyra slept her hand out of her sister’s, bringing it to her sides to hold on her dress. A movement known by sun and Alicent as one of uneasiness.

“Why must you side against me dearest ?” She finally spoke, eyes moist and now drilling holes at her sister. “Can’t you see what is laid plainly for us ? Or is it that your Dornish stay hardened your heart to the matters of this family?” How could she said that to her ?

“Rhaenyra.” Scolded the distant voice of their father. But the sisters where indeed at a stalemate. Rhaenyra blinding herself to Yn’s words and hurting her in ways she knew would wound her.

And as expected by the princess, Yn’s heart throbbed menacing to shatter. Alicent, now the only one holding her hand squeezed it tightly earning her a deadly glare from Rhaenyra before Yn could shake her friend’s hand off like it burned her.

She wasn’t crying like Rhaenyra though she would, knew she would if she was anything like she remembered her sister to be in their teens. No, she was angry, hurt indeed, but anger was far stronger, morphing her beautiful face into a frightening piece of art.

“To hell with your sides Rhaenyra.” She spat making the Heiress flinch at the use of her name in such uncharacteristically cold manner. “This is not about you nor is it about you my Queen.” She quickly presided. “Children were hurt in a querelle that had no reason to be in the first place. Had you. And you, cared and done better.” She finally adressed Alicent.

It was true, they could hate each other but cousins were ment to spend time and entitled to chance to like each other. In any other familial setting it is what would’ve happened but instilling disdain, mistrust and hate for one another only pushed the younger generation further appart. Weakening the once strong house of the dragons. Her right hand softly lended on her stomach for confort but equally remind the participants of this masquerade her very pregnant state.

“How do you see this family, if it is indeed still one, keep itself afloat id it’s Pilars are constantly digging at each other ? Acting like enraged, selfish children is no act of a queen. Not of a mother.” Yn pressed. “Does this place, this hour, this very DAY seem to both of you appropriate for squabbles ?” She asked but wasn’t waiting for an answer. “Your reconciliation is a dream far gone, but don’t sacrifice your children to a petty querelle. You were friends once and now you are family independently from your liking. I do not pick sides as there is none. And if there were, I would side in favor of my family and whatever is left of it.”

Finally, her voice stopped, the fire of words extinguished by exhaustion. Cracked at the end too. “You are mine, Idaña, you are me. And how I love you. But this can’t keep happening, I’ll not allow it, nor will my heart bear to see it.” She almost broke then and there but manage to fight back tears as she slowly turned away, walking hands extended torwards her children who hurriedly joined her linking their hands to their mother’s.

Silently, the trio made its way to the door, and not once did Yn look back at Rhaenyra. To scared of finding herself on the receiving end of one of her contempt filled gazes. On their way tot he door, guards and the block which regrettably became known as the « blacks » in her prolonged absence, all parted to let them out of this wretched scene.

Her father made an attempt at calling her but YN paid no mind, tis was all but a show she hated the notion of being associated with. And her father was the unassuming maestro to this broken symphony : she’d never been mad before and in turn he never really cared to consult her. Not once in the decade following her Mother’s death has he tried with her. And tonight wouldn’t be any different.

Daemon did sustain the heat of her gaze though, with a smirk : how character appropriate. But he deserves no mention as he substantially did not move from his place even a minute. He found his niece’s wrath to be most interesting though, in light of the novelty of it. Finally she was channeling the dragon burning in her he thought as she walked past him, face hardened and hands impossibly thigh around her children’s.But she paid no mind.

The dornish Prince and Princess’s timidly looked back at the room as their mother was leading them out in silence. Aliandra met her Aunt’s eyes who mirrored the hurt apparent in her mother’s while Vyserion noted the awkward fiddling of the queen’s hands as the doors closed behind them.

[skzoologist]

Unfamiliarity [one]

word count: 10.3k

genre: Hybrid AU, no pairings

warnings: panic attacks, signs of PTSD, non-sexual nudity (not described, only mentioned), hints of being experimented at, past abuse, occasional curse words, hurt/comfort

summary: Ever wondered what would happen when the boys decide to just adopt a traumatised wolf off the street?

a/n: Here it is guys, the first chapter you voted for to be this long. I hope you're happy, because churning out from myself the words takes a long time, so you will have to live off of this for a solid month or two ._. It is a hybrid AU, but I only gave the characters animalstic features, nothing more. There will also be no romance here, only pure angst and platonic fluff. Either way, I hope you like this, and I also hope you won't come for my head because not all the boys are in the story yet. They will appear later, worry not, I just have plans for them :D

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in!Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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My aching legs were taking me through the dark maze, abused paws tip-tapping against the cold concrete, avoiding trash and broken glass as best as they could on autopilot. My mind was swimming, head clouded from exhaustion. I hadn’t had anything to eat in so long. No matter where I went, there were always strays or entire packs in my way, territories making my survival harder. I only wanted some food, not to cross anyone’s path and cause trouble.

But life hated me, pointing at my cowering form with roaring laughter.

By the time the smell reached my nose and registered in my mind, two figures were advancing towards me -hybrids, my mind supplied amidst panicking-, their stances cautious but I cared not. No, as soon as I saw them approaching, gibberish words directed at me, I turned around and willed my legs to run away, not caring about what was in my way. Bumping into trash cans, stepping into bottle shards, none of that mattered when my life was on the line. I had made a mistake, not realising I had stepped into someone’s territory until it was too late. Even in my weakened state I knew I should have paid more attention, but what had happened, happened. All that mattered now was that I kept running, putting one long leg in front of the other and–

My laboured breath hitched in my throat, realising that they were behind me, close. A pathetic whimper left my parched throat as I choked up, gathering my last strength to somehow leave them behind.

But amidst my panic my side caught onto something and I crashed onto the cold concrete, new scars littering my already broken body. I just laid there for a few seconds, the world spinning, seemingly no air reaching my wheezing lungs, no matter how hard I tried to fill them.

A muffled step reached my flickering ears and they perked up towards it, freshly made adrenaline coursing through my veins as I shakily stood up, backing away from the threat in front of my gaze. 

A guttural sound left my throat in warning. 

My hind legs bumped into something and after a quick panic-induced glance, I realised that I was cornered completely. The figures kept slowly approaching me and I didn’t know what to do.

My mind tried to supply useful information, but it failed. Only my instincts worked at that moment, and that meant growling and baring my fangs full force, even as my vision started filling with dark spots, my dangerously rapid breathing only registering in my mind way too late.

The towering shadows were the last thing my hazy mind recognised as I collapsed, body having been pushed way beyond its limit.

I blamed the snow for all of this.

-.-.-.-

My consciousness arose from its slumber lazily, the process slow and painstaking.

Then suddenly it was ripped from its peaceful, clouded state from the sheer disgust my nose picked up; scents, extremely strong ones mixing together in a cacophony of chaos. The diabetes-inducing sweetness swirled with sour citrus and wilted flowers, sitting on top of the rotting smell of dirt and wood.

My nose scrunched up as my eyes watered, body shooting up from whatever bouncy material it was on previously. I hit the floor clumsily, senses jumbled and all wrong. My legs didn’t seem to want to work, bending in all the wrong directions, so I was reduced to a crawling mess on the floor, eyes desperately darting around to find any sign of outside.

A painful churn resounded in my abdomen and I forced my jaw shut, teeth loudly grinding together.

The world was a blur in my eyes, nothing made sense to my mind as I desperately made way for myself and just searched.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore and just emptied my already void stomach, pure acid burning my throat and tongue, coating the white surface in front of me. I heaved and heaved until I could finally breathe for a second and immediately regretted it, as it caused me to restart the whole process from the beginning.

I gripped onto whatever it was I was vomiting into and finally realised something, or rather, someone was touching me.

My form tensed, muscles that were slowly unwinding now spread thin like a string, ready to snap if winded up any further.

But I could not voice my protests or lash out, as I couldn’t keep my breath held any longer and that awful smell invaded my overly-sensitive nose yet again. My body shuddered as it suffered, voice broken as whimpers and undecipherable protests left my lips.

And yet, for some reason the alien warmth on my skin faded, the smell becoming less prominent.

After my stomach finally settled and I didn’t feel like I would try to empty it once again simply from taking a singular breath, I blinked my tear-filled eyes a few times and finally lifted my head.

I was alone.

Alone in a white and blue place, a room, my limb still gripping a white porcelain bowl tightly, skin seemingly matching its shade.

Skin.

My heart rate picked up in an instant, heavy breathing becoming laboured and stuttering.

I was in my human form.

The thought alone scared me, but I had no choice but to face reality. I was in an unknown, bright place in my most vulnerable form, surrounded by disgustingly strong smells. Ones that indicated a pack’s territory.

The blood froze into my veins, the thought finally settling into my mind with vengeance.

I was dead. Or worse, they planned to keep me, as a captive or…

No, no, that couldn’t be, surely. I couldn’t, no, not aga—

I shook my head vigorously, tears flying off from the force. Opening my eyes once more, I let out a shaky breath and looked around again, my hazy mind whispering the word ‘bathroom’, but it no longer held any meaning to me. My ears pressed impossibly closer to my head, tail curled around my body in a protective and comforting manner. I no longer held the energy to change forms, so I had to deal with this defenceless and shivering one for an unforeseen amount of time.

Noticing a big, hollowed out white place -that looked similar to the thing i puked into-, I crawled towards it, accidentally kneeling on something plush. Throwing a quick glance down, I saw things similar to those everyone wore and I knew my mind remembered the name but…

I ignored it as best as I could, not even the cold could convince me to wear something so awful smelling -the stench of a dead forest, drenched in rain and agony-, so I instead crawled into the smooth-surfaced place.

It was nice, I felt safer there as I huddled into a corner, hugging my knees, blanketed by my tail and just stared.

Stared at the place where the air came in from, where I could tell the other hybrids left to.

-.-.-

I had no idea how long my shivering form had been sitting there, unblinking, since the ‘bathroom’ had no glasses to see outside. But I knew they would come back.

And I was right.

I felt them before I saw them, well, him, the smell of rotting trees and mould invading my sensitive nose, causing me to tense up yet again. Bile crawled up my throat, but I forced it back down, not wanting to appear any more pathetic in front of the enemy who now stood there, having come in after some knocking sounds.

The male’s eyes widened as they took in my form, then his expression inexplicably softened and I just did not understand. What did that mean? I had never seen such a thing before, or if I did, I forgot about it a long time ago. But surely I would have remembered if someone looked at me like that, like…so weirdly.

My expression must have reflected my thoughts as the male took two soft steps into the room, his low voice filling the room in but a whisper.

“Here’s some food for you, please eat. And uh… p-put on the clothes too.” - the male muttered out, not meeting my gaze as his ears stooped lower. And only then did I realise that the other was a wolf hybrid, the grey appendages almost glowing against the dark-coloured palette he had going on.

After getting no reaction, the wolf left and I felt like I could breathe again, the smell of death and misery thinning.

I sat there for a while, waiting for my stomach to behave as I eyed the warm, inviting food.

It was probably tempered with, seeing the situation I was in. But I had no choice, exactly because of my accursed situation. I was quite literally starving and with no means of escaping, completely cornered.

So, with shaky limbs, I crawled to the food and shoved it into my salivating mouth, gripping a handful each time.

-.-

The food seemingly was not tempered with, which, quite honestly, boggled my mind. Why were they giving me the food then?

Above all, the wolf came back again later, his expression rapidly changing as he observed me and my surroundings. Ultimately, he sighed, his ears passively lowering as he crouched down to place the new food onto the floor, where the previous one laid once.

"You know, I can't imagine sitting naked like that in the bathtub is warm and comfortable. If nothing else, then use the sweater as a blanket, please. Nights can get cold, even in here." - his low voice softly murmured, deep chocolate eyes gently trained on my form.

For a second, I reconsidered my choices.

But ultimately, my stomach won as it twisted in discomfort again, the stench becoming unbearable as one of its sources was nearby.

Taking my silence as an answer, he left, a sad little smile sitting on his face.

I tilted my head in confusion.

Why would he be sad? I didn't understand.

But I got no time to ponder upon such things as my stomach loudly gurgled, the food's heavenly scent finally registering in my nose and head, pushing the nausea away.

It was messy, for sure, but the warm, delicious food brought tears to my eyes.

-.-.-.-

The so-called 'clothes' still laid there on the floor in a neat pile even after countless, similarly short and quiet visits from the wolf. He always said a few sentences, prompting me to answer in any way or to make me move from my spot. But I was stubborn and gave him the same treatment in fear every single time.

Silent staring.

But now, my curiosity got the better of me.

I had always seen these 'clothes' on others and they looked quite warm to be frank with you. A shiver ran down my pathetic form at the thought.

It wouldn't hurt to at least touch it, right?

Crawling out of my little corner, the smell of rainy forest with a hint of dirt got stronger the closer I got to the object.

I carefully poked at the thing and after getting no response, I deemed it harmless and lightly grabbed it.

Oh that felt soft.

The idea of it enveloping my whole body seemed pleasant, thus I lifted the thing up and looked for a way to put it on. Okay, so it had one wide enough hole to fit my whole torso in there, therefore that was where I started. Then I realised my arms were stuck to my torso, so I looked around for their intended places, finally finding them after a minute or two of spinning around mindlessly like an absolute moron.

Having somehow successfully put on the upper part -oh it had a part for your head too, to cover it, very comfy-, I grabbed the other one. Similarly, it had a single, bigger opening, so I put my legs in there. Okay, while I was not familiar with the art of wearing such objects, I did see that only one leg was supposed to go into one long part. So, after a minute of fumbling around, the thing was on my now warm body, enveloping it with the essence of an ancient forest.

Wait…That last thought scared me, my pulse quickening.

Since when was the forest fine and not rotting?

Taking a careful sniff of the fabric, my fears came true.

It didn't smell repulsive anymore. The trees had an earthy and melancholic tone, sure, but they did not make my stomach churn in distaste anymore.

My eyes widened in realisation as I took a deeper breath this time, the result not changing no matter how many times I checked.

-.-.-

Time crawled by and I simply remained in my safe, stark-white corner; especially after that dreadful realisation about the lingering scent around me.

I could not trust anyone, no matter the species, I knew that. So why was my body slowly accepting this strange wolf?

Speaking of the hybrid, he kept up the same schedule, appearing with small portions of different types of heavenly food several times a day. The first time he noticed these ‘clothes’ on me, a bright, dimpled smile broke out on his face that I just did not understand, my lowly positioned ears bopping along as I tilted my head in confusion.

Even now, he was in the room, placing down a 'tray' of fresh food. But something was different, he placed down some new 'clothes' and sat down next to the objects, his back against the wall.

"You know, you have been here for a loooong while now and I thought… maybe a bath would feel nice, hm?" - he asked me, a small smile never leaving his lips.

I just tilted my head, tail softly thumping against the white surface once as I furrowed my eyebrows.

What was a 'bath'?

Seeing my confusion, the wolf muttered a bit under his breath, rubbing his nape as his ears lowered in embarrassment.

"You don't know…what a bath is, do you? Well, I guess that is not surprising, seeing you didn't fully know how to get the toilet to work either, nor did you know what underwear was."

The silence sat heavily in the air, as we just blinked at each other, my eyes drawn to the soft pink colour now dusting his cheeks.

"Ah well… it is like… so uh… How do I explain this, I never thought I would have to… So we just collect nice, warm water in the bathtub -he pointed at the place I was sitting at- and wash the dirt off. From your body. It feels nice, I promise you."

He waited for my reply, for any sign I understood what he was trying to say. My ears did perk up a bit, the mention of warm water quickly garnering my attention, tail swishing around slowly.

Seeing as he looked at me expectantly, I blinked and thought over what he said. Oh, the warm water needed to be in my safe zone, the white den.

Thus, I slowly crawled out of it, watching the wolf and his every move attentively.

He nodded appreciatively at me, then slowly made his way towards the white den, turning some silver things and made water come out of nowhere! The sudden appearance surprised me, my body jerking in response, but my wide eyes never left the stream of water in amazement.

They had a stable supply of safe, clean water? This pack must have been strong.

A chuckle brought me out of my stupor, eyes rapidly fixating on the wolf in front of me.

"Sorry, you just looked so cute, like a kid in a candy shop. Don't mind me please."

I stared at him as he busied himself with the contraption once again, making the water stop once the den was full. He got up and took some smaller objects in his hands, pouring colourful things into the once clean water and swishing them around.

Low and behold, fluffy looking white things appeared!

Another chuckle and a confused stare later, he turned fully towards me.

"The bath's ready. You can…take off your clothes and get in." - he said, that familiar red dusting his cheeks once more as he turned away from me.

Ooh, so you take these off for the 'bath'? Makes sense, they would be less warm and comfy if they were to get wet.

Struggling with getting them off my body for a few minutes, I tossed them onto the floor and crawled into the incredibly soothing and warm water. Almost immediately my muscles relaxed, ears easing up and pupils dilating. 

This was amazing. 

I sank into the water more, my eyes closing in bliss when I suddenly realised where I was and with who, causing my body to jolt up, eyelids popping open to look at the startled wolf by my side.

His expression softened, sharp brows slightly furrowed as a small smile sat on his lips, making my own forehead crease in response. What did that expression mean? And why had he not done anything to me, besides nice things? What was this pack planning?

My thoughts were halted by his whispering, careful, as if I was a delicate thing.

"You can scrub the dirt away in this water. Put your head under it for a bit and you can get most of the stuff out of your hair and fur too." - he said, hand hovering above the 'bathtub', but never too near me.

Looking at the fluffy, murky water, I blinked a few times, then dove into it completely, following his instructions.

Surfacing after a minute, I looked back at him and saw he was completely soaked, wet hair and fur sticking to his sun-kissed skin. And yet, he did not seem to be mad, no, quite the opposite. Laughter bubbled out of his chest, the sounds catching me off-guard and startling me, yet I did not mind it as much as I thought I would've. It had a nice ring to it as it bounced off the usually quiet walls, giving this dead place some liveliness.

Sadly, after some time -my skin now wrinkled and weak-, he begged me to get out of the water and dry myself. He handed me a 'towel', instructing me on how to use it while looking anywhere but me. This wolf was weird.

Quickly drying myself as I was told, he handed me different 'clothes', but they shared the same dark colour as the previous ones. Judging by the scent, these must have also been his. Putting them on with a bit more ease than last time, he laughed at me when I was done and told me I apparently had the lower part -pants, he called them- on wrong. How can it be worn wrong, who made this?!

Telling me how to put them on properly I fixed the problem and quickly sat back down, breathing deeply, still not used to how this body worked.

He sat down a bit farther away from me, his fingers messing with his shirt.

"You've been staying here for a while now, but I never asked you, in fear of scaring you away, but… what’s your name?" - he asked, his eyes so hopeful and vulnerable with their gaze.

I had one, a name, once. A full name belonging to a human. But that wasn't me anymore, no, I left that life behind. But what did that leave me with? Horrible nicknames like pet, idiot, experiment… Not the best choices, to be honest.

So I just shook my head at him, lips pursed as I looked away.

The silence in the room was thick.

Then, his voice wafted through the air, escorted by the refreshing scent of newly budded flowers and leaves.

"Don't worry, knowing the others, they will find some nickname for you soon enough."

I couldn't help but let a small smile sneak onto my lips, the gesture kind and alien to me.

"Ah, speaking of the others, would you like to… Do you want to take a little walk and maybe meet some of them now? O-only if you want to! But I do think taking a short walk would be good for you." - he rapidly offered, seeing my contorted expression.

Thinking it through, I really had no choice. He was nice enough to me, a stranger and an intruder in his home. I had to get out of this room once, sooner or later. Besides, I did need some exercise. My body ached and fidgeted from the lack of movement over the past who knows how many days, no matter how easily a few steps tired me out.

So, I hesitantly nodded and watched as his face brightened, dimples showing full on and eyes twinkling.

Soon though that expression dimmed slightly as he realised he couldn't touch me to help my struggling form up. My legs shook, hands gripping anything near me to help pull myself up into a standing position. 

After a minute of struggling and the wolf worrying around me, I could successfully stand while putting my weight onto the wall next to me.

"Yes, good job! Now try going towards the sink, see if you can find your balance." - he excitedly, yet gently instructed me, my eyes flitting between him and the sink he pointed at. Weird enough, I did have memories of the aforementioned contraption.

Looking at the ground, I furrowed my eyebrows as I swished my tail slowly around. This body worked so differently from my animal one and I cursed my still weak form, as I could still not shift safely.

Holding my breath, I took my first step, hands supporting me on the wall constantly. I re-positioned my tail, then took another step, seeing as my balance was better like that. Then another, and another.

I stumbled quite a few times -the wolf seemingly holding himself off from running to my aid-, but I made it to the sink.

Small clapping echoed through the air, my ears flickering towards the source before my eyes followed.

"You are doing really well! Now, do you want to come out of the room and walk around a bit in the hallways?" - he asked, even though I had already accepted his previous suggestion.

With a head tilt I nodded along, my brows slightly furrowed. He just smiled and made his way to the door with careful, obvious steps, holding it open for me.

And so I followed him, slowly stumbling after his familiar form by the walls, leaning onto them for dear life.

As we progressed further into the long, bright hallway, the unpleasant smells picked up, becoming stronger. My stomach started tying itself into knots ever so slowly, the urge to gulp winning as I battled nausea.

My weak state must have been obvious, as the wolf stopped in front of me.

"You made a lot of progress today, we can go back you kno'."

His gaze was so gentle I nearly nodded automatically, but then the wolf inside me snarled, demanding to move and not sit around all day.

So, with a heavy heart I shook my head and watched as he started leading me further in with an unsure expression painted onto his face.

The air was so, so sweet. It was basically dripping with sugar, as if it was made from cotton candy. I held my breath for as long as I could, unable to bear it any longer. 

Although before I could do anything else, my ears picked up voices. They were talking to each other, but the interesting part was that one was surprisingly deep. My ears flicked once, then honed in on the voices again. Taking a few more steps after the awaiting wolf, I gulped and took a smaller breath of air into my lungs, thankful to my mind for being too busy with analysing the voices.

I quickly realised we were closing in on them, seeing as I could now understand what they were saying.

"Ah, I think I hear Lixie and Binnie. They must be in the living room… Are you sure about this?" - he turned around and asked me, his expression torn.

I hesitantly nodded and gulped, the wolf now insatiable since it got a taste of freedom. I’d only walked down this long hallway, and yet my body felt like I had just run for my life. Still, it craved more, fidgeting around. Yearning.

He nodded back at me and I followed, albeit more poorly than before. The sweetness was joined by acidic citrus and I had to take a step back, hand flying to my mouth from the urge to gag. The wolf rushed to my side, hovering near me, not daring to touch me still.

My legs slowly gave out under me as I slid down the wall, eyes screwed shut to reduce the incoming information to my brain.

It seemed that was the last straw for the wolf, his form not hesitating anymore as he picked up my shivering form and carried me hastily back to my safe room. My skin itched and tensed under his touch, but it soon mellowed as I was more busy fighting for my fucking life.

He patted my back soothingly as I emptied my gut into the white bowl, my long and unkept -still damp- hair held out of my face with his other hand.

"It's alright. Maybe next time we can walk a bit more." - he promised in a whisper and I numbly nodded, drawing away from him as I could now breathe properly again.

He tidied the bowl out with the single press of a button -like he showed me in the past- and left with a familiar smile.

I sat there for a while still, recovering and processing the whole disaster that just happened, the urge to move around now hard to battle.

-.-

I couldn't sleep.

My body was stiff, muscles tense with the urge to run around. I had contemplated my choices a hundred times over by now, but I always came to the same realisation. If I changed into my animal form, my weak body would probably collapse and I would not be able to do anything, let alone escape this territory. That left me with this humanoid form, in which I could only stumble around.

So I did.

I spent my entire time walking from one wall to another, like a fine machine doing the same motion over and over again. I eventually found my balance, able to walk a few steps without the aid of my hands.

Then I walked a bit more, the urge to just move around still not gone.

Stopping for a moment to catch my breath, my nose caught a whiff of a sun-bathed forest, the faint scent of flowers and dirt laying underneath it.

My head whipped around and sure enough, the wolf stood in the doorway, a guilty expression painted onto his face as I caught him.

"Aah, sorry, you were just so focused I didn't want to disturb you. But you've improved so much overnight, it's as if you walked in your sleep." - he airily laughed, placing down the food in its usual place.

My ears lowered in shame, my eyes cast onto the ground as my once gently swaying tail now laid still.

Seeing my reaction, the air turned stiff and awkward.

"... Sorry, I should have known, you are a canine hybrid too after all. You must be restless in this tiny place. But hey, once you finish eating, we can go walk again."

My ears perked up at that, my tail swishing around at the mere thought of getting out of this enclosed place. Thus, I quickly devoured the food, licking the plate and my hands clean -the wolf ushering me to wash my hands while laughing, saying how gross i was-.

True to his words, we left immediately afterwards, the now familiar sight of the bright hallway greeting me.

Our rhythm didn't change compared to last time. I walked along the wall, the wolf in front of me taking a few steps and turning back, waiting for me to catch up. The only thing that changed was that I stumbled less and could walk a bit faster, my breathing just a tad more controlled.

Stopping for a moment to catch my breath, I gulped in a mouthful of the foul air, the scent of bitter flowers sitting atop the other ones. Sniffing the air once more confirmed my findings, signalling that we were going towards a pack member. My body stiffened at the thought, but I pushed the thought down and continued walking.

"I was wondering yesterday as well, but it seemed like you sensed my pack members even before me. You must have overly sensitive senses. Is that why you get nauseous as well?" - the wolf asked, worry creasing his forehead.

I simply nodded, more focused on not falling over or vomiting out the food I just ate.

We continued our little journey in silence, the nausea harder and harder to fight, but I managed through sheer will and determination. And soon enough we were in new territory, the hallway giving space to two stairways and another hall opposite of us.

Looking down the stairs, a spacious place greeted me, things I was and wasn't familiar with scattered around in it. Amidst all that sat a hybrid, his feline, sharp eyes already stalking my form. I panicked and ducked behind the wall next to me, almost falling over in the process.

"Minho, we've already talked about this. You either behave or leave the living room." - the wolf demanded, his raised tone not leaving space for argument.

I only heard a huff and a small 'Yes', my breathing still a bit erratic.

"Hey, look at me. No, at me, please. Good, that's it. You’re fine, nobody here means you any harm. Focus on me and calm down your breathing. Yes, that’s it. I’m here with you, you’re safe."

I followed his instructions, my body relaxing as much as it could with the nausea still lingering in the background of my mind.

"Yes, good job. Now, you don't have to go meet Minho now. We can walk around up here, or I can ask him to leave the room." - he gently whispered to me, my ears that were pressing impossibly into my head letting up just a bit.

I shook my head as another wave of bitter, tangy nectar hit my nose. I gulped, thankful that this scent was a bit more mellow than the others, the scent of pines and grass able to overshadow it.

"Alright, but if you want to go back, don't hesitate to tell me immediately, okay?"

I nodded once more and stuck close to him, until I realised a little problem.

The fucking stairs.

Clutching the small wall next to it for dear life, I descended one stair at a time, the wolf always near me in case something happened. It felt strangely nice. He never touched me unless needed and always let me progress at my own, slow pace. So I couldn't help the miniscule smile I sent his way after we successfully reached the floor.

His eyes widened for a second, but then so did his smile, dimples not hiding anymore.

He walked towards the cat hybrid, always making sure I had something to grab onto in case I needed it. I followed closely behind, sticking to him as if he was my lifeline. He was, in a way, his scent pushing the others away just enough for me to not empty my gut right then and there.

Having reached the other -who was lounging on a soft looking thing, a rectangular device playing sounds and flashy colours in front of him-, he sat up and looked at us. My ears pressed completely into my head once more, my tail limp by my side.

"This is Lee Know, or Minho as we just call him, one of our pack's members. He might look scary, but I can assure you he means no harm, right?" - the wolf pointedly exclaimed.

I nodded at the feline, my form not at all hidden behind the smaller stature of the wolf. Yet I remained there, one of my hands cautiously grabbing onto the back of his ‘clothes’.

"So you're the hybrid I’ve been feeding all this time. Nice to finally meet you." - his tone was strange, I could not put it anywhere, so I defaulted to lowering my gaze.

Before the tense silence could continue, he spoke up again.

"So, how was the food? I never had to create such specific, light meals before. It was tricky, especially since I didn't know your preferences or allergies, if you have any."

I shook my head as I met his gaze, genuinely grateful. My tail swished at the thought of the heavenly food, the knots in my stomach lightening just a bit.

"Well, if you have any wishes regarding your meals, you can tell them to me, I will try to cater to them. Except for the unhealthy ones, then you can cook for yourself." - he airily snorted at the last thought, the air now less tense.

I nodded again, my grip lessening on the wolf's ‘clothing’.

Before anything else could be said, a loud sound came from next to me, the rectangular device flashing brightly. Frightened, I jumped and manoeuvred the wolf to be between me and the device, my arms tightly hugging his form and face hidden inside the crook of his neck. My heart wildly beat around inside its cage, afraid of the potential danger that could accompany such a loud noise.

Yet all I heard was hearty laughter for the next few minutes from both hybrids, the urge to disappear and hide now great. So I hid into the wolf more, the earthy forest and rain calming my senses a little bit, even as my form shook.

He petted my hands that were wound around his torso, the laughter dying down slowly.

"Come on baby, there is nothing to fear. It was just the TV, not a real threat." - he gently murmured, his throat vibrating pleasantly with each syllable.

I only tightened my hold, his breath hitching.

"Any stronger and I will suffocate-"

I hastily let go of him, panic written on my face as I stepped back into something. I lost my balance and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the thing with the cat hybrid, shaken up and disoriented.

Hearing chuckles leaving their forms, warmth invaded my cheeks as I pulled my knees into my chest, turning towards the plush thing to hide.

"Chan, you never told us he was such a klutz. At this rate, we need to baby proof the whole house." - laughed the feline at my expense.

"I didn't know either. Trust me, I would have been more careful otherwise." - he sighed out, laughter finally leaving his form.

"Baby, don't hide. You're fine, we weren't laughing at you."

"Speak for yourself, I was definitely laughing at him."

"Minho, you are not helping."

The feline only cackled at that.

"Please, look at me. You're fine, it happens to the best of us." - the wolf gently murmured, coaxing me out of my hiding spot.

I pursed my lips and peeked at him, my cheeks still warm. He only smiled at me; my posture slowly relaxing and unfurling.

"There's my tall lil wolf!"

Gosh, just as my cheeks felt cooler he worsened them instead.

"And here you can see a wildChan Christopher Bang adopting a new child, because 4 wasn't enough. Nature truly is beautiful."

"Aish, you little- Come here, don't you run away from me!"

And so I watched the wolf playfully chase around the feline, laughter and curses leaving their lips the whole time.

I nearly snorted out loud when one of them got caught up on something and almost fell to the ground, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the rare sound.

I continued watching them, my head and arms propped up on the back of the soft thing I sat on, until I caught a whiff of sweetness. I pursed my lips in discomfort, the lingering cacophony of smells now on the forefront of my mind. Turning my ears towards a tucked away hallway, I heard that deeper voice again, the owner no doubt the source of the smell. I lowered my body into the soft material, barely peeking over the back to keep my eyes on the hallway and the other two, who now caught each other and were bickering.

They must have noticed the sweet smelling hybrid as well, because they waved towards the hall happily.

I expected someone menacing, scary looking based on the voice, but I should have known better from his scent, because the most innocent looking guy walked out into the open. 

My eyebrows furrowed, head tilted at this mystery. How could that voice belong to this small hybrid? He looked delicate, not threatening at all with his fluffy, dark-spotted white fur and innocent atmosphere.

I tilted my head to the other side, watching him interact with the others, stealing some snuggles and hugs at every opening.

It made no sense to me.

How could that voice belong to this creature?

“I think… Felix, I think our new friend here is confused about you. I’ve never seen him look like that before.” - the wolf snorted, making his way towards me as I just blinked up at him.

Realising all 3 of them had their attention on me, I ducked completely behind the soft wall and looked at the other canine who was making his way in front of me.

“You don’t have to be afraid of Felix, he is the sweetest hybrid I’ve ever met. But if it’s too much for you, we can go back for today.” - he sweetly offered, his hand hovering in the air, not knowing if he could touch me yet.

I hastily grabbed his hand and ducked behind him when I realised the other hybrids joined us, the smell of sour petals and pure sugar invading my nose full force and twisting my innards. I ducked my head into his shoulder, inhaling the scent of sun-kissed timber and earth, wishing it could magically just block everything else out.

The other two abruptly stopped.

“What… what are you doing?” - asked the scary feline firmly.

“Minho, you know this is not what it looks like, he means no harm. I’m fine, not in danger. Besides, I told ya all his nose is extremely sensitive.”

“Yeah, then why is your scent okay to him then, hm? Explain that, Chan.”

“I don’t… I don’t know…”

My grip on the wolf relaxed, my consciousness strangely guilty. They hadn’t done anything bad to me so far, no, quite the opposite, yet I was the cause for the current discord amongst the seemingly closely knitted pack members.

As I was about to completely release the wolf and step back, the newly arrived feline spoke up.

“What if he got used to his scent? He is wearing Chan hyung’s clothes after all and he’s the one who visits him every day.”

My head tilted once again, the voice and face not quite matching in my head.

“That might be the best explanation we can come up with, seeing as he… “ - the wolf trailed off, the sentence left hanging in the air, unfinished.

The brown-haired feline scoffed, but left it at that and sat back onto the soft object, where he laid previously.

“Come on Minho, don’t start pouting.” - said the blonde who was trying to snuggle up to the other cat, even as he was being pushed away.

“I am not pouting, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm, tell that to your puffed up chee- Hey! Don’t, don’t tickle me. I’m sorry, I’ll leave you be, Minho hyung, come on mate-”

Apparently that was not enough for the older feline as he mercilessly continued to attack the other’s sides, laughter filling the air. The sound hit my lowered ears as they bopped to the sides every time I tilted my head from side to side. No, the voice still didn’t quite match the face in my mind.

Another voice filled with laughter joined them, one much closer and startling me in the process.

“Guys, guys- I think-, I think he is confused by Lixie’s voice–” - he somehow wheezed out between two bouts of laughter, his form hunched as he gripped his sides.

Oh now all of them were in similar positions and I was left there, standing alone, confused out of my mind as I harshly gulped to battle my knotted stomach. My lips pursed and I looked at the ground, not knowing what to do.

This continued on for a while as I stood there with the clothing’s head part on, my ears hidden from the onset of laughter.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to laugh at you. You just looked so cute. Lixie has a surprisingly deep voice, doesn’t he?”

I just slightly nodded at that, still looking at the ground.

“Felix, you have a new admirer. How does that feel, hm?” - poked fun at me the scary feline.

“Minho hyung, stop it, you ass. You promised, dude.” - said the blonde with a light slap on the other cat.

I just listened to the three going back and forth, the atmosphere now lighter, but still filled with their smells. I covered my nose, the act not helping me in the slightest to my demise. I could only shut my eyes when a wave of nausea hit me, an ‘Oh shoot’ ringing through the air in response.

“Guys, we’re going to head back. He made way more progress today than I had planned for anyway. I’ll be right back.”

The wolf gently led me away towards the stairs and I gripped the small walls tightly again, the ascend slow and painful with my shaking legs. I stumbled quite a lot and at one point my body just gave up and crumbled down onto a step, hands desperately covering my nose and mouth.

Next thing I knew was the feeling of being carried, worried voices sounding further and further away as I was placed in front of the all too familiar white bowl to empty my guts into once again.

-.-.-.-

After that day I hadn’t met the felines, even though I went on a walk in the hallways and sometimes even the big room with the wolf every day. My balance and walking improved by a lot and I could now walk without the help of something to lean on for a good while, my instinctual urge to move around a bit more satisfied. Besides that, everything was the same. I got delicious food now only three times a day -portions bigger-, took baths more and more often and always got the wolf’s dark clothes afterwards.

Speaking of which, I was just soaking in the warm bliss of a bath when the wolf did something surprising.

He gently touched my wet hair, and seeing as after the initial startle I did not move away -too curious-, he put something on his hands and started rubbing my scalp.

I immediately melted in his hands, head tilted towards him for better access as he just chuckled at my reaction. It felt really nice, I never knew I missed this from my life.

I thought nothing could be better, until he started gently massaging my ears and I nearly knocked him over with how much more I leaned into him, his whole chest now soaked.

“Who knew you were such a cuddlebug, hm?” - he chuckled, but continued his ministrations without a stop nevertheless.

A few minutes after he gently washed the fluffy white thing from my hair and ears, he coaxed me out of the water with a warmed, fluffy towel.

Soon, his expression morphed into a guilty one, as he looked towards the not completely black clothes.

“You could probably tell already, but we discussed it with the others and thought by exposing you to their scents, you would get used to them faster and we could avoid what happened last time. I uh, I brought some of my clothes too, in case you didn’t want to wear theirs, but at least let me leave them here in the room, so you can smell them.”

I looked at the male rubbing his nape, my brows furrowed.

Of course I could tell not all the clothes were his, the moment he stepped in I was sure of it. But why was he giving me a choice? I did not understand him at all. He never forced me into anything, just let me selfishly stay in this one room and take my time in exploring their den. None of it made sense to me, but I knew I would not get answers even if I voiced them, so I walked towards the bitter smelling clothes and put them on, pushing the high discomfort to the back of my mind.

His expression brightened impossibly and I could not care if he had any ulterior motive at that moment.

-.-.-.-

By the time I met the two felines again, I was already mostly used to their scents; the bitter flowers turning mild, the sweetness not tooth-rotting anymore. There was another one I was exposed to and could always feel in the air and on the others, the acidic fruit smell still not quite bearable for my sensitive nose.

As we descended the stairs the two cats perked up, looking over the ‘sofa’ -so i heard- at us.

One waved at us enthusiastically, the other only tossed a greeting in our direction lazily. Their personalities were so different, yet judging by the smells lingering on them, they stuck to each other a lot.

“Wah, I finally got to meet you again! Last time I didn’t get to properly introduce myself, although you heard my name from the others plenty. I’m Felix Lee, or Lixie, Lix, anything you want to call me by. Nice to meet you!”

The energy of the young male startled me, my legs stunned into place as I just stared at him with wide eyes. He visibly fidgeted in place but didn’t approach me, probably already told I was not too keen on touch and proximity.

Taking a few seconds to get out of my stupor, I slightly bowed at him and waved, the ghost of a smile forming on my lips.

“Yaah, look at Felix go! He likes you, he never really smiles.” - teased the wolf as just I pursed my lips and glared at him playfully.

He shouted an ‘Oh scary’ and sat down next to the others, immediately being engulfed by them. I guess cats were snuggly?

I was left standing there, until they all looked at me with a deadpan expression, pointedly telling me that I could sit down with them just with their gazes. Rubbing my head unsurely, I waddled over to the ‘sofa’ and sat down the furthest I could from them, a satisfied huff escaping the snuggle pile in response.

That was how we watched the rectangular object, no, the TV, they called it. I had no clue what the thing played was about, but it was nice, no sudden and loud noises were in it.

My mind was on autopilot as I sat there, head comfortably laying on my knees as they were folded into my chest, my arms and tail laxly hugging them. My ears were almost fully perked up, comfortable at the moment.

That moment was short lived as I smelled the last hybrid I hadn’t met yet, my form unfurling and twisting to hold onto the back of the ‘sofa’.

Noticing my sudden change, the others looked over at me worriedly, until the wolf realised what was happening.

“Ah, it must be Changbin.”

Sure enough, the hybrid appeared and I watched his form with pushed back ears and taut muscles, his tart and pungent fruity smell wedging its way into my nostrils.

The others greeted him and he greeted them back, his brows slightly furrowed at the hesitance in his pack member’s voices. Meeting my eyes, he froze, a soft ‘Oh’ leaving his lips as he came to a realisation.

“Do I…” - he started, but was cut off by a chorus of ‘No’ from the others and he just huffed at that with a shake of his head.

“Binnie, come, join us. We are watching a romance movie, but it is hilariously bad. I mean, the heroine was almost killed by ‘the love of her life’, but she still chases after him. Who in their right mind would do that?” - the sunshine incarnate broke the silence, saving the day from awkwardness.

“Don’t forget she was his love and died to him in her past 3 lives as well.” - added in the other feline.

“Oh yeah! Like, why is she so blindly stupid? And-...”

I tuned out the conversation, settling back into my previous position -albeit more guarded- and focused on the aforementioned show. My mind was racing, not knowing if it should vomit, run or just stay where it was on its ass. I was now painfully conscious of the 4 other hybrids on the other side of the ‘sofa’ -thankful that the new one sat the farthest from me-, the ‘movie’ not fully registering in my mind anymore.

I remained like that, until a soft touch on my arm broke me out of my haze. Blinking a couple of times, I looked over to see the wolf giving me a small smile, Felix peeking at me from his side and brightly smiling at me when our eyes met.

“It’s getting late, we should go back.” - Chan whispered, as if afraid of breaking whatever peace and magic settled over us momentarily.

I nodded and unfurled myself, my body aching a bit as it was in the same, stiff position for probably hours. Before I could register what was happening, the blonde male jumped up as well and asked if he could come with us. The wolf looked at me and I just shrugged, not minding it too much.

In hindsight, it should have been suspicious as to why he would want to escort me for such a short distance.

Following the wolf up the stairs and to the left hallway, my expression morphed and my head tilted as we went past my safe room. Looking back at my frozen form, the wolf turned around along with the feline.

“I want to show and offer you something, don’t be afraid, baby. Come here, please.”

He knew I would listen to his gentle voice and soft gaze, how unfair.

So, I walked there, ears slightly pressing into my head and tail staying limp by my side.

Reaching him, I was met with another door, one not too far from the other belonging to that familiar bathroom. He opened it slowly and gestured for me to look around inside after he stepped in as well. A sign of safety, the room not a trap meant for me alone.

“We thought by now you might be comfortable enough to be introduced to an actual room, where you could stay. This whole place is yours, if you want it to be. None of us would intrude on it, so you could retreat here if you are overwhelmed.”

As he explained, Felix kept nodding along, gentle smiles never leaving their faces.

My brows furrowed even more, head tilted impossibly to the side. Why would they give me a place in their den? Such a big one at that as well? What did they want from me? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it, only more questions popping up the more I thought about it. And yet, they just continued smiling at me with a strange expression on their faces, yet it remained warm all the while.

I left it at that, opting to instead explore the new place fully after a thankful, albeit hesitant nod to the others.

They left with another smile sent my way, the door closing and leaving me alone inside the room. A few steps after their hushed voices reached my ears and I flicked them in their direction, still able to barely make out the words.

“Hyung, how long do you think he was on the streets for? He looked… so shocked at being offered a simple room.”

“I don’t know, Lix, I really don’t. But now he’s in safe hands, so let’s not worry about that for now, ‘kay?”

Then they left truly, sounds of sniffling following their wake.

Tucking that conversation into the back of my mind, I shook my head and went back to my task at hand. The room was spacious, most of the space taken by an extremely big, soft thing in the middle, one of its shorter ends tucked against the wall. Further away from me next to it was a small, rectangular, wooden thing. On the wall in front of me was an enormous cloth hanging, while on my right was a big wooden rectangular thing, a bit similar to the small one. There was also a smaller one, a ‘table’, the name familiar, because there was one in the big room downstairs as well.

Having seen the place, I walked around and touched the big soft thing. I sat on it, deeming it safe enough to do so, but only after taking off the big clothing on top of it, finding nothing hiding underneath. I did the same with these so called ‘pillows’ as well, the result not changing.

Getting hit by a wave of exhaustion after finally being able to breathe freely, I looked around for a suitable place for sleep, ultimately finding it under the big soft thing. Crawling in there, I fell asleep as I hugged the ‘pillow’ and the big cloth close to my chest.

-.-

Being awoken by something hitting the ground and panic filled footsteps was not my ideal way to start the morning.

Rubbing my eyes as I let out a yawn, the shouting in the den slowly registered in my mind. My eyebrows furrowed, the cause for the panic unknown to me. Thus, I peaked my head out slowly, ears springing up as I locked eyes with a shocked Minho, laughter taking over his form after shouting a quick ‘Over here!’ to the others.

Soon, 4 sets of eyes were on my very confused form, some joining in on the dark-haired feline’s laughter, while the wolf looked like he aged 8 years and was about to die from a heart attack.

I crawled out of my sleeping place, the big cloth falling from my shoulders as I worriedly looked at them.

“Oh god, never do that again, I thought something happened to you.” - the wolf breathed out, patting my shoulders a few times as good measure.

I just lifted one of my eyebrows, pointing towards my nose in a questioning manner. It took one of them a couple of seconds to realise what I meant.

“He is right, I have no clue why we panicked instead of just sniffing him out. We do have a wolf and a snow leopard on our side, after all.” - Minho facepalmed.

“But he is here and alright, that’s what matters.  sigh  I’m so glad.” - the energetic feline bounded over towards me, patting one of my arms twice briefly.

“Either way, let’s go and eat. I’m hungry after all that running around.” - muttered Minho, a sigh leaving his lips. One I could tell was playful, a telltale sign he wasn’t truly angry or tired of what happened.

“FOOD!” - shouted happily the smallest hybrid, running away in glee.

“Come on, let’s go before Changbin eats everything.”

So I followed the wolf out, Felix having disappeared from my side amidst the chaos.

After arriving in the kitchen -a familiar place, as i stole food from it a lot on the streets-, I was sat on one of the chairs next to the wolf and the young leopard. I blinked as food was placed in front of me, along with two sticks. I looked at them, then up at Minho, then back down and up again.

“I thought it was time we taught you how to use chopsticks -he motioned towards the sticks in front of me-. It’s way less messy if you eat with them instead of your hands.” - gently explained Chan, his hand ready to pick up his own ‘chopsticks’.

I was confused, but looked at him nonetheless as he showed me several times how to pick the sticks up and position them on your hand and fingers. Getting the gist of it, I picked my own sticks up and used them, the motion strangely familiar. I was applauded, even as I tried to ignore whatever tried to bubble up from the deepest parts of my mind.

I continued clumsily eating, when I caught a whiff of that still unfamiliar smell I could feel in the air sometimes. Taking a deep breath, I was led to the feline sitting next to me, the clothing on him being the source of the unpleasant smell.

“Hm? Ah, this shirt belongs to the owner of the house. I couldn’t help myself, I miss them, seeing as they work a lot and are barely home nowadays.” - he explained, having caught my staring and sniffing.

The owner of the house? He phrased that weirdly…

Taking a deep breath, I finally realised why. Their smell was always faint amongst the hybrids’, but now I could finally pinpoint why.

It belonged to a human.

Looking back at the food in front of me, my mind suddenly supplied me with a memory I locked away long ago. The vision of it overlapping with reality, both past and current me sitting with a pair of chopsticks, eating food happily at the table. An event that led to me being turned and changed.

It was his fault I became this thing.

My chopsticks snapped, teeth loudly grinding in rage and frustration. 

Blinking, the overlap disappeared and I was back to reality, 4 sets of eyes staring at me.

My pulse quickened, ears lowering in shame as I dropped the broken sticks, as if they burned me. I hastily stood up, chair falling down loudly behind me. I almost tripped on it while I started backing away, the others now standing with their hands lowly held up in front of them. 

Their gazes burned my form, afraid of the consequence my actions brought.

As they started closing in on me I panicked, and automatically shifted to my other form and just ran. The ‘pants’ part was left behind, but the other one remained on my form, slightly hindering me as it twisted on my form, the ‘hood’ sometimes shifting into my vision from my panic-filled movements. But I continued running, running towards the light and outside. I heard them behind me, shouting things to me or each other, I did not know, as I did not pay attention. I only focused on the outside in front of me, the green grass and trees peeking through. 

I leapt towards it, my body meeting glass as it shattered under my form and I landed outside awkwardly, something twisting in my left leg uncomfortably.

My ears rang. 

I blinked a few times, my vision now partly red and my left eye stinged with every blink I made.

Just as I was about to start running again after scraping myself off of the ground, something rammed into me, the impact knocking the breath out of my lungs. Then I was hastily picked up, my front open and the perpetrator behind me as I yelped and whined in distress. I could not reach them, my head too high up for that.

So I continued whining and thrashing around, my limbs flailing in the air uselessly, until a sudden wave of exhaustion hit me and my body turned limp, no matter how much I protested in my mind.

My dilated pupils focused on what was in front of me, the picture of the wolf registering in my mind as he looked at me sadly. He said something to whoever was holding me and I was hauled inside, then laid onto the covered sofa gently. I couldn’t move my body and I panicked even more, letting out a strangled whine when I felt a sharp stinging sensation in my side, right after they got the clothing off of my limp form. 

Felix entered my fucked up vision, my wet eyes having a hard time focusing on him as he knelt down in front of me and gently petted my snout, the gesture somewhat calming me. My mind barely registered that his clothing had changed -purely based on the colour-, the thought quickly escaping my mind as another sharp sting ran through my body.

Instead of the mess I was feeling, I focused on the boy in front of me, his gentle features bathed in sadness. His eyes were pools of ink, gentle and warm; thin eyebrows deeply furrowed, tears sitting on his waterlines. Some already escaped, his freckled cheeks filled with wet trails; some landing on the floor, some on my nose, tickling me in the process. 

Gathering the last of my strength, I moved just enough to let my wet nose reach one of his cheeks, letting out a deep sigh. It was all I could do to try and wipe that expression off his face before my consciousness faded.

I hated that look on him.

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