A heavy rain had surprised all of you, making most of the residents of Alexandria stop their activities and seek for shelter, you being one of them.
After you dried yourself and changed your clothes you sat by the porch, on a rocking chair, a cover around your shoulders and a cup of tea in your hands. You couldn’t see a single thing, but you looked at the rain in hopes you’d see them coming back home. Where were they? Were they safe?
It passed a long time till the rain got a little lighter, and still they wouldn’t arrive. You hoped they had found shelter and that they were on their way back home.
Some time after you were surprised, your mind wandered all around and you didn’t noticed the dog approaching you and jumping on you. “Dog!” You exclaimed at the wet dog that was all over you. “Where’s your daddy? You took too long to come back home.”
The dog just ignored you pawing and licking you as if he hadn’t seen you in ages. “I ain’t no dog daddy.” You heard the raspy voice of your lover.
“Oh, yeah you are. I’m his mommy, so you’re his daddy.” You looked from the dog to him, and got up from your chair. “Look at you, you’re wet like a dog.” You got a little closer to the soggy man. “You smell like wet dog too.”
“Maybe, that’s ‘cause technically Imma dog.” He threw his belongings on a corner in the porch.
“In fact, you’re a werewolf, but being a dog helps my arguments that you’re Dog’s daddy.” You took some wet hair from his temple and eyes.
He rolled his eyes, he’d let you win this time, it wasn’t a completely lie, because his connection with Dog was very strong. “I just arrived from an unsuccessful hunt, I’m soaking… ain’t I getting a kiss or something?”
“I’m glad you’re back, I was so worried.” You confessed, cupping his rain wet face with your hands. You tip toed and placed a loving kiss on his lips. “Let’s get inside, you need to take out these clothes and have a warm bath.”
At that exact moment Dog shook all the water he had on his fur, getting both you and Daryl wet. Well, you, Daryl was already wet. “Guess, ya’ll join me in bath.” He smirked a you.
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Daryl was lying as still as he could, his entire body trembling with both a base need and an ingrained discomfort. His wife straddled his thighs, fully clothed while he was bare before her.
“I love your hair. How long it’s gotten, the little bit of gray in your beard. How both of those things remain true in both forms.” She slid her fingers through his hair and over the scruff on his chin.
“Your eyes were the first thing I ever noticed about you. You were so angry and mean, but it wasn’t in your eyes.” The archer knew to close them when she leaned forward, her red hair a thick curtain around them. Plush lips pressed softly against each eyelid before going straight to the tip of his nose. She sat up with a fond chuckle. “Cutest nose I’ve ever seen. I can never resist booping it.
Daryl snorted. It was true. Whether they were making love, arguing, hell, even in a fight against a few whisperers, his crazy wife had tapped the tip of his nose with a fingertip and a squeak of boop. He knew he had that lopsided smile on his face but it faded when her palms traveled down his neck to caressed his shoulders.
“My god, these shoulders. Always carrying the weight of the world, the burdens that don’t belong to you. Strong, capable.” He felt her thighs squeeze against his own and the scent of her sudden arousal was easy for his heightened sense of smell to pick up. “When you throw my legs over them and bury your face in my pussy, you drive me insane. If this was about me right now, I’d already be riding your face.”
“Could be ‘boutcha if—” Tabby shot him a look that had his mouth clicking shut. Well, couldn’t say he didn’t try.
“Your arms. Fighting, hauling that crossbow, protecting the people you love.” Her fingertips ghosted from the bend of elbows to his hands, her fingers intertwining with his own. “You lift me like I’m a feather, press me against the wall with these hands on my ass.” There was that press of her thighs again. “Just one of these fingers takes me higher than I’ve ever been in my life.”
Christ. She was trying to kill him.
As her hands approached his chest, he felt his stomach twist into knots. Strong muscle was hidden beneath skin that had softened with age. It was the entire reason he was below her at that moment. She found him with his forehead against the shower wall, just looking down at himself, his lip curled in disgust. Hell, even in his wolf form, he was pudgy and scarred. Still fast, strong, lethal, but no longer lean and his body riddled with imperfections.
Tabby snapped her fingers in front of his face, startling him from his thoughts. “Baby, I need you to hear me.” She was brushing her fingers from his nipples down to just above his pubic bone and back again, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You don’t seem to understand how beautiful you are.” Bending sharply, she kissed a profound scar that curved around his ribs while her fingers kneaded the soft skin of his abdomen. “I’m trying to remind you.”
“Tabby-cat, ya ain’t gotta—”
The redhead sat up abruptly, her gaze so intense that he shivered under the weight of it. “Look in my eyes, Daryl Dixon. You look me right in the eye and tell me I’m lying to you.” He tried—damn, did he try—to find any trace of falsehood but he came up empty.
“Nah. Y’ain’t lying.” He whispered.
“Good.” Tabby shimmied her body down a little further, wasting no time in wrapping her soft hand around his half hard cock, eliciting a sharp hiss between his teeth. “Now, I could tell you about your strong legs and adorable toes but—” She cut herself off to drag her palm over her tongue and give him a few rough tugs until he was hot and heavy in her hand.
Before he could protest, his cock head was pressed against the back of her throat. He arched off the mattress and inadvertently jerked his hips. It didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. Her hair cascaded around her face, his cock disappearing past those pouty lips with each eager bob of her head.
It was several minutes of kitten kicks, hollowed cheeks, and ball massaging before he was grunting her name and spilling down her throat. Daryl laid there, chest heaving while he stared at the ceiling, twitching from overstimulation as she cleaned every drop of his spend from his skin.
Remaining above him, she crawled forward to claim his lips and allow him to taste himself with a groan. “You might be thinking that’s my favorite part of you.” With a tilt of her head, she was looking over his face with such a fond softness that his heart could have fluttered right out of his chest. “It’s your eyes. It’ll always be your eyes, baby. The first thing I noticed, the first thing I look for when I wake up beside you, and the last beautiful blue I want to see before I fall asleep.” When she kissed him again, it was so tender that he felt like he might actually cry. “You’re so perfect.”
“Tabby, I—”
“Ssh. Be a good boy and shift for me so I can tell you why I love every part of you in that form too.”
Pairing: Werewolf! Daryl Dixon x Reader (actually his name isn’t mentioned, so you can read with your favorite character)
Word Count: 403
Warnings: torture, male violence against female, violence, hostage-taking. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
You had already lost the track of time, how long have you been locked in thag dark room? You didn’t know, it felt like na eternity specially when you were being tortured… the time ran so slow…
They knew about him. They wanted him, and they knew you were the way to get him… or at least they thought it. It had been already three days and you didn’t open your mouth yet.
The door grated and a strong light hit your face, blinding you. 2 men entered the room and turned on the lights. “Is today the day you’re going to tell us what we need, sweetie?” The one that seemed to be the boss said.
“I already told you, you better kill me.” You smiled, what contrasted a lot with how you looked at the moment, dry blood all over you, bruises and cuts on your face.
“You better tell where that monster is, or we’re going to continue torturing you.” The disgusting man said. “I’m not one to beat women, you know? But Bob here is. And you know he can have a good time with you.”
“So let Bob show me what he can do. I don’t care, I’m not saying anyth…” Before you could finish you felt a sharp pain in your leg, son of a bitch Bob had stabbed you.
You screamed, but no word left you.
“Where’s it, sweetheart?” Bob asked you while he separated his tools in the order he would use on you today. You were already well acquainted with them.
“On your ass.” You answered receiving a strong punch on your face. You felt blood in your mouth.
“Not much of a talker now, ain’t you?” He curved himself, his face in the same height as yours and a gross smile on his face. “You don’t need to be so loyal, the monster isn’t…”
He was cut off by your bloody spit on his face.
“You bitch!”
He raised his pulse one more time to hit you, but before he could do it, screams were heard coming from the corridors, shots and furniture being thrown. The man stopped. You heard a loud growl and you knew it… he came to rescue you.
“Starting to regret your actions already?” You asked a smirk on your face and a scared look on their faces.
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You were very excited about going hunting with Daryl, there was a long time since the last time he took you hunting. You had done it several times before, he taught you how to track and how to hunt using a crossbow, but recently you didn’t have much time to go with him on his hunting trips.
You hugged him on his motorcycle, the wind blowing a cool air on your face and the warmth of his body irradiating to you. You had a smile on your face that was pressed to his back.
Soon you arrived to the new place he wanted to try for a good hunt. You hid the bike well and entered deeply into the woods.
“What about we make a bet?” You suggested.
“A bet?” He asked back, despite he being the one that taught you everything, he knew you couldn’t win him on a hunting, not yet of course, and also it depended on lots of things such as having enough game to hunt.
“Yep. The one that hunts the most win something.” You confirmed, he was liking this game, the odds were totally on his side.
“Fine, the one who wins choose the prize.” He agreed. “Let’s start then.”
You continued to walk, crossbow in hand. You told some joke to Daryl, no snarky reply, no laugh… that was strange. “Daryl?”
You turned around to face in the distance a half dressed half naked Daryl, he hadn’t moved from the place you were standing before. “Oh seriously!?” You complained. “You think it’s going to be fair game if you shift into your huge ball of fur self?”
“Why not? We never put any rules” He was undoing his belt.
“I don’t stand a chance against your human self, I couldn’t ever compete against your werewolf ass.” You crossed your arms and nearly pouted. “Whatever, I’m not carrying your shit for you.”
Your turned around and continued to walk, didn’t even look back to see if he had shifted to the dark haired wolf version of him. A few minutes later you heard his jogging behind you, but it didn’t seem as when he was shifted. In seconds his “human” version was walking by yourside, elbowing you and trying to take the pout out of your pretty face.
The results? Of course he won, he tried to let you win, but your hunting abilities still needed to be improved and in the end he had got more game than you. “Ok, what do you want Dixon?”
“You”
You rolled your eyes. “You can’t win what you already own.” He just smirked at you, he said nothing and took you by the hand to take the bike and return home.
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Watching him struggle through the change never got any easier. When the light of the full moon inevitably found him, he would always double over, arms wrapped around his middle while the audible sound of bones shifting could be heard where she was waiting several feet away.
He didn’t want to accidentally hurt her during the change, advising her to always keep her distance. He would never harm her afterward, enough awareness between man and wolf to know who she was and what she meant to him.
So, Tabby adhered to his wishes, knowing he would go off to do this alone if she didn’t.
She never wanted him to be alone during the full moon.
It wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what she wanted, and that alone weighed heavier on his heart than the most solid stone.
“The wound’ll hurt.” Daryl whispered. “I was just a boy, maybe ten, when Merle—when he bit me. Tore out a good chunk. Had to stitch it myself when I got home.” His chin wobbled, his eyes following the steady red stream that flowed from the bullet wound. What didn’t collect in her navel was soaked up by the denim at her waist. “I know ya don’t want this.” He dropped his head, shielding his unchecked tears from her spotty vision. “I just—I can’t lose ya. S’selfish, I know—but I don’t, I can’t—”
Tabby’s hand was shaking violently when her fingertips pressed against his mouth. After a moment, when he was silent, she slid them over his stubbled cheek and tucked some of his hair behind his ear. “I may not want this.” She felt herself slipping away, her voice distant to her own ears. “But I do want you. I want to be with you.” Her breath caught, growing more difficult to regain control. “If this is what it takes—bite me, Daryl.”
Daryl caught her hand as it fell away, kissing her wrist, his keen senses could pick up her faint pulse. She was hanging on but he needed to hurry. Ignoring the wound on his right leg, he stood and pulled her against his chest. There was a hole in the roof, the full moon’s light pouring in as if an invitation. It called out to its new daughter.
He collapsed there, summoning the energy for a partial shift, his canines elongating to sharp points, the blue of his eyes spiderwebbed with inky black. Daryl wasted no time, pulling her in tight and sinking his teeth into her shoulder. The primal urge to hunt and to kill warred against love and protective instinct, the latter always victorious. He wouldn’t leave her with a gaping wound like Merle. The skin parted minutely, just enough for him to carve through it with the edge of his tongue.
And then he pulled away, panting and licking her blood from his lips. The wound bled and bled but he didn’t cover it. It would heal, one of the moon’s gifts to soothe the souls of the cursed.
Daryl was beginning to lose hope. Her pulse was so faint that he needed to hold his breath to hear it. He was going to lose her after all.
Then it all reversed, the opened flesh of her shoulder knitted together, only a faint scar remained. The eternal proof he had cursed her. The bullet in her sternum was pushed out, hitting the floor with a stifled clink. He leaned over her, not caring to watch the wound heal.
He needed to see her, yearning for that affection and acceptance in her altered eyes.
When they opened, it was sudden. A deep gasping breath, the moon bearing witness to the whites of her eyes darkening and disappearing beneath the black. It mingled with her natural blue and Daryl was certain he’d never seen eyes so beautiful.
Tabby breathed quickly, overwhelmed by the influx of strength and heightened senses. Her hand had absently already come to rest against Daryl’s cheek. He was leaning into the touch, nuzzling her palm, opening his eyes to see her staring back at him with a gentle smile. Her nails nicked his cheek as they shaped into claws.
Warnings: non-sexual nudity, werewolf shifting, mentions of being sick, bruises and cuts, probably ooc Remus lil angsty but ends fluff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/N: I’m only writing for Daryl Dixon since last year, but there are ages that I have an idea about Remus and Sirius’ sister, but the idea is not this story I’m publishing now, but maybe they can be in the same world and that can be just the start. Remus is 20 in this one, therefore that’s why I’m using Andrew Garfield to represent him. I hope in the future I can bring “old” Remus here.
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It was dark times, the dark lord and his followers were unstoppable, killing and torturing muggle born and half-blood wizards and witches. You were part of the Order of The Phoenix and very often you’d need to reunite with all the others to talk about the next plans or missions.
The last thing your older brother wanted was for you to be involved in this, but both of you were already deep on it, being children of pure blood wizards that agreed to everything the dark lord was doing… Gods, you even had cousins that were death eaters. Being a Black wasn’t easy, specially when you were everything your family despised. At least you could stay at home, opposite as Sirius that was kicked out by your parents. There were still Regulus, but he was one of them… or at least you thought.
You pretended to not be involved in any of this, that you were in neither sides. You tried to be discreet so yours parents wouldn’t suspect. You were 18, had just gotten out of Hogwarts a year ago, your brother and his friends being 2 years older than you, the last years in Hogwarts were a little bit tedious to be honest. They were also your friends, and you missed their chaos all around the school, but now you could see them more often… specially because of the order pf the phoenix meetings.
Speaking of it… you noticed that he wasn’t in the last reunion. Remus wasn’t there, and by what you knew he wasn’t sent in any mission. You even asked Dumbledorre just to be sure, and he answered you with a smile and a mischief in his features that he didn’t. As soon as you got home you sent Remus an owl, asking if he would be home, you’d pay him a visit. The truth was, you had a crush on him, since you were 11 and as you got older is just became bigger and bigger, besides being one of your dearest friends, he always refused your investments and you never really understood. Of course he went out with other girls, but he never dated any of them, he looked you with so much tenderness that you thought it was impossible he didn’t like you back like you wished. But he didn’t. Remus looked at the world like this, he was someone so smart and good, and it was clear he struggled with something, but even like this he always looked at the world with love.
Some hours later you received an answer from him, a simple answer.
‘Don’t come, I’m sick.’
Did he really believe it would stop you from going to see him? Now, you NEEDED to see him. Why being all by himself, if he could have someone taking care of him? You changed your clothes, found some chocolate you had stored in your room and then apparated to his small cottage in the middle of the woods. His reclusion was too much sometimes, but that was your opinion and if he was happy like this, what were you supposed to do.
You walked to the front door and knocked on it. It was taking a while for him to open it and you were almost entering the house to see if he was good.
“What are you doing here?” You got startled by the angry voice that was normally so calm and contained.
“You said you are sick. I came to check on you.” You held the bag with chocolates firmly in your hands.
“I told you to not come…” he said greeted teeth.
The sky was getting darker and darker, soon the moon and the stars would appear.
“You shouldn’t be alone when you’re sick.”
“You shouldn’t be…” He started to say, but was cut by a wince of pain.
“Rem… what are you feeling? How can I help?” You touched his arms in comfort for his pain.
Another grunt of pain, he nearly snarled and stepped in your direction making you walk backwards. He put his hand in the door behind you. The moon was now high in the sky, a beautiful full moon, it would have been nice to appreciate it with him if he wasn’t feeling bad.
“Rem…”
“You shouldn’t have come!” He looked in your eyes , a hint of insanity on it… his face, it looked different. His nose seemed more pronounced than the normal, his ears more pointer… “Leave.”
“Rem, I don’t… understand.” You were scared, what was happening. If you didn’t know any better…
“LEAVE!” You were static, you had never seen him this aggressive. He wasn’t like that.
He pushed himself away from you, going to the middle of the patio. You couldn’t move as you watched him curve himself in pain as his body changed.
“Go! Go inside!” You didn’t move, you couldn’t as you watched your friend turning into a werewolf.
When the change finished and he howled at the moon, was the moment you woke up from your trance. You turned around and opened the door getting in. You locked the door behind you and observed as he disappeared into the woods.
You didn’t notice when you fell asleep… you kept sat by the window observing the darkness worried about him. You glanced at the sky a few times observing the moon and the stars, and at some point you fell asleep.
You woke listening to soft knocks on the door. You opened your eyes, the morning light blinding you. When you looked around you and noticed you were not home, you came back to your senses. ‘Remus’, you thought.
You ran to the door, opening it as quickly as you could. When you opened you were faced with an exhausted naked Remus, he had some cuts on his skin and you couldn’t care less the man you loved was naked in front of you, your priority was to take care of him. The look on his hazel and eyes were heartbreaking, you tried to get to him and help him inside, but he entered without your help avoiding contact with you.
Before you could say anything to him, he started to talk. “Are you happy now that you know my secret? You couldn’t stay away when I told you to. Now you know I’m a monster! Someone cursed with lycanthropy, a danger to everyone around.”
“Remus… you’re not a monster.” You said, taking a blanket from the couch and wrapping it around him. “You’re just Remus. This isn’t something you choose because you’re evil, I don’t know the story, I just found out, but I know it was probably an accident.”
“Aren’t you disgusted? Aren’t you afraid of me? I could hurt you.” He observed while he studied your face. Now that man speaking sounded more like your Remus, he wasn’t angry anymore, at least not as much as he was before. He seemed relieved, calm… sorta worried, but just Remus.
“I would never have any of these negative feelings towards you. I know you since I was eleven, we’ve known each other for years. I know you aren’t evil. You’d never hurt me, till the last minute you were trying to tell me to go to safety.” You got closer to him, your hands cupped his face while you saw all the bruises and cuts he had. You ran your fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes at such tenderness. “Do the boys know?”
“Yes.” He confirmed and opened his eyes. “Don’t fight them, I asked them to not tell you.”
“You shouldn’t. If I knew, I could have been preparing Wolfsbane potions for you. It would be a little better for you of you could keep your human mind when you changed. You know I’m good at it, I can do it.”
“I’m sorry, I was afraid you’d be scared of me and wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.” He trembled a little effect of his shifting and the long night he had.
You directed him to the sofa and made him sit. “I’d never not like you or be scared of you.” You stood in front of him and caressed his cheek. “Take some rest, I’m going to make something for you to eat. If you eat everything, I may give you the chocolate I brought for you.” You smiled at him and curved to give him a kiss on his face. His heart skipped a beat, he had had a crush on you for ages, but even with your brother telling him he should make a move and date you, he’d never put you on that risk, not even now that you knew everything. For him, having your sweet friendship was already enough…
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“Hold still!” Daryl’s voice sounded from the downstairs bathroom just as Tabby walked through the door. She knew it came from that specific room because there was a trail of drying mud that led up to that particular door.
Head tilted, she noticed it wasn’t latched and pushed it open just in time to see Dog leap from the tub, his fur drenched. Straddling the edge of the same tub was Daryl, equally as wet, but at least Dog was clean. The archer was still covered in patches and smears of dirt and mud.
Dog’s tongue lolled out the side of his mouth when his adoration-filled eyes landed on Tabby. It was the only warning she received other than a shout of NO from Daryl. The walls, door, mirror, toilet, and Tabby were soaked within seconds.
The redhead stood there, lips pursed and eyes closed, water dripping from her face as she felt the canine push past her to frolic toward the living room without a care in the world. Her blue eyes opened just in time to see Daryl shrug. “Daryl Dixon, don’t you—”
The archer shook himself off in the same manner, a skill he’d acquired from his shifted form. When he finished, he was barely damp while the bathroom and his wife were soaked with water and mud. The fury in her eyes softened the moment he stepped close enough for their noses to touch.
“You’re filthy, woman. Best go take a shower.”
Tabby snorted and smacked his chest. “There are easier, less messy ways to get me naked, Daryl.”
