Male werewolf x female character - Chapter Six (sfw)
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Ok folks, it’s time to move the story on. We’ve had more than our fair share of fluff and it’s time for a teeny tiny taste of angst. Just a little. Thank you to everyone who’s reblogged and sent in asks about it - it’s kept the embers glowing beneath the cookpot that contains this story, so thank you thank you thank you.
Content: *may contain spoilers if you’re trying to avoid them but I want to put it here anyway because it may be something people wish to avoid* the shitty ex makes an attempt at manipulation, and we finally find out what our werewoofer looks like as a woofer instead of just a wer(e)...
Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw)
Of course, any day that seemed to be going perfectly was bound to shatter like a dropped vase eventually.
After her lunch with Gabe, they’d ambled the length of the street together, down to a small, stone bridge over a river that Gabe said linked back to the beck that passed the cabin. She paused, putting palms to mossy stone and leaning over to watch a dipper splash about in the fast-flowing current, its brown and white plumage looking at once perfectly in place and just a little bit flashy. Gnats danced and whirled in intricate patterns in the air above the water, and the trees bent their boughs to taste the water, coppery leaves of turning birch fluttering down to kiss the river before the wash swept them on.
She sighed deeply. “It’s so beautiful here.”
Gabe hummed something from behind her, but didn’t speak, and before too long, they headed back towards the Centre.
“I’ve got the rest of my shift, and I’ll need to take the dogs for a run after work,” he said when he paused at the entrance to the building with his hand on the door, “But maybe we can do the Deer’s Leap route tomorrow?”
She beamed. “You could always bring the dogs if they’d be ok with me, but obviously you know what they’ll be ok with…”
He paused and seemed to think about it, but in the end he shook his head. “Mia might be alright, but the other two…” he shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Fair enough,” she shrugged. “You said they’re not really pets anyway.”
“No,” he said with a rasp to his voice.
“Hug before I go?” she asked, sensing that he wouldn’t offer even if he wanted it, and Gabe smiled and let her step into his arms. “Thank you for lunch,” she said against the soft green of his airtex top. The autumn nip to the air didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest, but even with her jacket on, she had begun to feel the chill on their slow stroll.
“Thank you for coffee and cupcakes,” he countered with a chuckle as she stepped back. “See you tomorrow.”
Walking back to the cabin after that felt like stepping on clouds.
“It’s like a dream,” she murmured to herself on the way up the gravel track to the house. It felt dangerously like it was meant to be, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
The rest of the her sedate afternoon passed without event. Wanting to have at least done something of note, she stretched her legs along a section of the same trail she’d done on her first day, though she didn’t go nearly so far. On the return, she ambled around the deer paths that crisscrossed the area near the cabin, stooping to take photos of delicate ferns and a particularly artistic spiderweb, before finally going home and thinking vaguely about lighting the log fire if it got much colder.
Her stomach began to rumble around half six, and she pulled out the ingredients to make a simple pasta dish, and poured herself a glass of wine.
The rasp of the curtain rails as she drew the drapes closed, shutting out the pressing dark, seemed almost raucous in the stillness of the cabin. In the city, her flat had the constant buzz of traffic outside, but here it was blissfully peaceful. By seven o’clock, the fragrant zing of tomato and basil filled the air, and she had turned the radio on to add some background noise, and was just about to go and light the wood burner to complete the cosy atmosphere when her phone started to ring.
With a scowl, she turned the gas off and stalked away from the pan of steaming pasta to retrieve her phone from scrubbed wooden kitchen table where it was buzzing itself around in a tight circle like an irritated wasp.
She answered it without looking at the screen, and when she heard his voice, she nearly dropped the phone.
“’Dess?”
She tried to snap ‘who else would it be?’ but somehow the words got stuck. His voice was thick and rough. “You’re drunk, Jake,” she said, trying to keep her tone flat and emotionless.
“Well it’s not like you’re here to stop me, is it?” he blurted, his consonants slurred. “I want you back, Odessa. I miss you.”
“Yeah? Well, we don’t always get what we want, Jake. You taught me that.”
“Come on,” he wheedled and bile rose in her throat as she heard it. How many times had she heard that tone in the last few months? “Don’t be like that. Please come home?”
Home. The very idea of a place where he resided being ‘home’ was laughable.
“No. Don’t call me again, Jake. I told you already I don’t want to hear from you again.”
“Where are you anyway?” he asked, ignoring her.
A little spike of fear lanced through her but she tamped it down. “None of your business.”
“You’re not here and you’re not at Emma’s.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose and struggled to fight down the rising tide of anxiety and nausea at the idea that he’d been to Emma’s to check if she was there. Surely she would have told her by text if he had? Perhaps she’d wanted to shield Odessa from it as long as possible though; it was the sort of thing Emma might do and think it a kindness.
The smell of dinner turned from inviting to cloying in the space of a few heartbeats and Odessa thought she might throw up. “Leave my friends out of this,” she hissed. “Don’t look for me, Jake. I can’t trust you, and we’re done. I’m not even in the city right now. When I hang up, I’m going to block your number.” Something I should have done weeks ago, she added, already taking the phone away from her ear.
“You bitch,” he spat, his voice rendered impotent and tinny over the minuscule speaker. “You can’t hide from me forever, you —”
She hung up and with shaking hands scrolled through her contacts to block his number.
He called back twice before she could manage it, but eventually she succeeded and flung her phone across the room like a hot ember. It bounced off the sofa cushions and clattered onto the floor beneath a table where it lay quiet and innocuous, like a dead beetle on its back. Breathing hard and shaking all over from the unwelcome intrusion on her otherwise blissful escape, she stood there for a moment before her body took over and she moved on a kind of autopilot.
With her dinner abandoned on the unlit stove, she rammed on her boots and shoved the front door open, stepping out onto the porch and gasping in the chilly night air.
“Shit,” she choked, clamping her hand over her mouth in a vain attempt at keeping the tears at bay. When that didn’t work, she pressed the heels of her palms into her eye sockets until she saw a kaleidoscope of colours, but the panic still rose. “Why does he always have to ruin everything?” This was supposed to have been an entirely Jake-free vacation, and yet he’d wormed his way in all the same.
Needing to burn off the adrenaline coursing through her, she set off along the narrow dirt path that led through the wafting ferns to the creek, trying to breathe deeply and slowly. Her vision blurred as tears of frustration and anger welled and spilled over, but she cuffed them away until her sleeve was damp and she had regained some control.
Beside the river gully sat a large, flat rock that looked like a piece of flotsam, washed down the mountain from a flash flood. She sank down on it and crossed her legs, curling inwards and fuming. The pain was infinitely less than it had been when she’d first learned of his lies and betrayal, and now she only mourned the loss of the pristine holiday.
After a long few minutes of sitting there and simmering down though, she felt the woods around her go gradually still. Even the noise of the river seemed muffled as she strained, turning her head. The silence grew and expanded until it was tangible, making her skin tingle and the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
Her shoulders tensed, her spine locking for a moment.
Instinctively, she knew she was no longer alone in the woods.
Slowly, tentatively, heart thudding, she turned her head towards the trees opposite the rocky gully.
A twig snapped in the woods and she jumped, twitching around to stare frantically into the trees. It was almost pitch black, with no moon visible behind the patchy blanket of cloud above, and only the fact that she wasn’t far from the cabin had allowed her to see well enough to reach the rock.
Fear filled her and her mind went blank.
Absurd scenarios crashed through her a moment later: was Jake somehow here? Had he actually followed her? Was he standing out there waiting to get back at her for leaving him?
Panic overwhelmed all rational thought for a wild moment and she scrabbled off the rock in a blind haze, lost her footing in the dark, and tipped backwards into the empty air of the river gully behind her with a scream.
Something rushed at her out of the trees with a snarl, dark and powerful, and she screamed as it collided with her. She found herself yanked backwards, a limb wrapped around her torso as the pair of them hurtled back towards the river bank, where she was set down on the rock as carefully as though she were a china doll.
Gasping for breath, heartbeat pounding in her ears above the returning roar of the water behind her, she stared and stared at what sat before her on the path.
“What the fuck?” she croaked as her brain finally processed what it was seeing.
In a patch of soft light cast from the kitchen window of the nearby cabin, one of the few with no blinds, sat a monstrous creature. With the head like that of a wolf, it was easily the size of a bear, but its limbs were long and too awkward for the way it was sitting like a dog on its haunches. Its forepaws were more like hands, with longer, dexterous looking fingers which each ended in onyx talons. Golden eyes blinked out of the dark at her, reflecting the light from the cabin like burnished bronze.
When she continued to stare in mute shock, the creature’s lupine ears swivelled back and it whined — no, whimpered — and shuffled back a few inches, hunched and with its head lowered.
It was the picture of submission but all she could think was that she’d hit her head and was hallucinating. Her breath came in short, shallow rasps and tears blurred her eyes as she searched the back of her head for a wound that wasn’t there.
“What the fuck?” she said again, and the wolf-creature whimpered again, this time lowering its body all the way to the ground and dropping its nose to its front paws. Behind it on the gravel path, a long, thick tail beat back and forth. It was still huge though, easily seven feet long, not counting the tail.
Odessa had never owned a dog, but she knew an attempt at complete submission when she saw one.
“You saved me,” she whispered, and its ears pricked up. Its head lifted too, just a little, and it whined again and then… nodded?
“What the hell are you?” she asked and slowly, the creature began to sit up. It cocked its head to one side a little, as if to ask ‘isn’t it obvious?’.
“Can you… understand me?” she faltered.
Again, tentatively, the creature bowed its head once.
Odessa shook her head and tried to stand again, though her knees felt watery and feeble, and her chest was tight from the lingering panic.
The creature whined and took half a pace towards her, still on all fours, but it stopped when she reeled away with her hands out. As if that could ward off something the size of a fucking bear.
“Stay…” she gasped, backing away.
The not-wolf lowered its head again and let out a long, low whine that was more like a mournful groan than anything.
Her fragile bravery shattered and she staggered down the path to the cabin without looking back, slamming the door shut and ramming the locks home. She backed away from the door as if it might burst inwards off its hinges in a shower of splinters and kindling to reveal a horror-movie creature standing there with claws dripping, but nothing happened. For almost a quarter of an hour, she stood there, shaking and staring at the wooden door, but the trees beyond were silent, and the cabin remained still and peaceful.
Without making any inroads into her supper, she headed for the bathroom and stood trembling under the searing hot jet of the shower until the water ran cold, and then went to bed.
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*hides and sweats nervously*
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Any dark, yandere, obsessive, or toxic character with prone to lost s/o Scene 1
Imagine s/o get a text from their lover (dark/yandere/obsessive/toxic) when they are out. S/O is unknowingly badass because they are slow wit, phone addict, but harmless and naive, not stupid. I might make something out of this because this will go well with any COD characters but this is self indulgent.
L for lover : “Where are you ? You said you’re just going to the corner store”
S/O : “I think I take the wrong turn again :]” “Yeah, help me please, I’m officially lost again T.T”
L already out of whatever room they are in with jacket on with fond smile, it’s already the 3rd time this week, thankfully they got your email in their phone so it’s easy to track you : “You know the drill, babydoll”
S/O : *send a pouting selfie beside a locked car door, already pulled to the side* “Why is it so difficult ? I just want some chips and soda”
L saving the photo despite already having thousands of them : “Leave that to me next time, yeah ? I don’t want to lose you”
S/O : “I’ll just bring you next time :D”
L knowing this is the best they’ll get or S/O would try to go alone again, they still don’t know how their S/O can get away from their sight so easily despite all their efforts so until they are sure to be able to keep them, they will compromise with this : “Sure, babydoll”
S/O happily snacking on their prized chips when they hear knocking from the outside. They look out to see it’s L ! They open the door and L come in. “Ya cold ? I got warm baos from that place you like”S/O said
L looks at them fondly as they caught on why S/O don’t go home right away, the buns and the sack of potato are the answer, they just gets distracted again. “Wear your seatbelt, babydoll”they said as they start the car
