#werewolf angst

[msfantasy]

The Love-Sick Monster Slayer

Werewolf x Reader

Summary: A fierce Monster slayer unknowingly falls for a monster she has sworn to kill. The truth is revealed and she now has to decide to follow her heart or her oath.

Tropes: Forbidden Love + Hidden Identities

A/n: a pretty lazy ending TBH but whatever

When you first saw Vaelrik, you were enamoured.

You weren’t sure about love-at-first-sight, but you certainly couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Standing shirtless amongst the crowded make-shift market, he clutched a brown paper bag filled with groceries tight to his chest. His dark tousled hair, sun-kissed skin, homemade necklace, gave him a free-spirited look. He continues to munch absent minded into the apple that’s clutched in his large scarred hand. He turns to return your gaze, looking down upon your form with those dazzling green-eyes, a hint of wonder at your blatant stare, more so bemused with your obvious entrancement.

For such a large and imposing man, he sure did have his boyish charm.

That first encounter only lead to many more impromptu meetings.

“We really have to stop meeting like this!” He would say with a large grin slapped across his face. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he seeks you out. But never paying too much mind to the oddity of your accidental frequent meetings, you were always more than happy to be brought back to him one way or another.

Continued shared moments lead you to form a special bond. The type of relationship that blooms from time spent together.

Your friendship began to develop into a song and dance of ‘will they, won’t they?’ When Vaelrick would flirt relentlessly, enjoying how you would seemingly fall apart so obviously at every word he spoke. Yet despite your flustered nature, you did nothing but drink up his word-play, enjoying the sanctity of his compliments. Despite your obvious affections for him, you remain in denial about your romantic feelings.

“Oh you’re so in love with me!”

“N-no I’m not!”

Oh -yes you were and he thrived on it. Knowing that one day you’ll be his, if he’s patient enough.

And by all means, he was right.

One fateful night, you both stared up at the waxing gibbous moon, the stars were out in all its glory shinning down upon the two of you after a heated passionate moment shared together, where you held eachother and he moaned your name as you both forever crossed the line of your friendship. Now becoming unofficial lovers.

The winds would breeze across your forms, making you want to cuddle up closer, and you do, holding Vaelrick impossibly close, his fingers grazing your arm.

“I want to stay but I have work tomorrow… busiest night in the month.” You would say.

“Me too… I have a family thing… but I’ll see you real soon love.” He would say. “… Want to go again?” He’d ask, eliciting a giggle from you as he yanks you into a new position, all whilst you nod eagerly.

Why couldn’t you go back to that time?

You continue to stare at the werewolf half-transformed before you. The full moon edging into the sky to begin transforming all creatures bound by a curse to its presence; which just so happens to include Vaelrick.

He stares back at you with wide broken eyes to see the woman he loves wielding the slayers reaper blade. Undoubtably, meant for his neck.

Your broken mind reeling helplessly at the sight. Never once had you anticipated your presence to bring such a defeated look to Vaelricks face.

“I-I-it’s okay!” You would say, more so for yourself than him. “I’ll just take you to a witch and-“

“Y/n-“

“And w-we will just show her where you were bitten.”

“Y/n-“

“How could I not have noticed a bite mark on you!” You say slapping your forehead. “That was stupid of me! I could’ve helped you sooner. A witch can fix this.”

“Y/n!” Vaelrick angry yell snaps you from your panicked ramblings.

“A witch can’t fix this.” He says with a defeated tone that doesn’t match your Valerick. “I’m a hybrid.”

“No.” You mumble in absolute shock.

“I’m born this way love.”

“No!” Your drawn out denial and the slamming news about your lover has your knees slowly giving out below you.

Clutching tighter at your reapers blade.

The action causes Vaelrick to flinch, helplessly watching you fall apart mere steps away. Caught between his want to comfort you, and his instincts screaming at him to run.

“I’m a hybrid love.” He mutters helplessly, forcing you to hear the poisonous words again. “I was blessed at birth, not cursed at a bite.” He turns his back to you, slowly crawling to the floor until he takes off at high speed, leaving you alone to pick up the pieces.

You only took your eyes off for just a moment.

One minute you’re looking at a flower stall, the next you were swallowing the panicked breaths bubbling to the surface when you realised your son is no longer by your side.

Your head whips side to side, your eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar mop of hair. You were mere seconds from screaming your son‘s name over the crowd, the rising panic from your chest squashing all semblance of any social anxiety.

But it was right then, you catch a glimpse of your adorable son talking with a large man crouching before him.

“Lost your mum have you?” The familiar deep voice punches you in the gut. Just your luck to run into your past lover in the same place you first met him. You watch your son nod wordlessly, his wobbly chin betraying the brave face he’s trying to hold. “What’s your name?”

“Fenwik, Mh 2.” Your son answers, holding four fingers up.

“Fenrik? Sounds like my name! I’m Vaelrick!” He says enthusiastically, making your son muster a small smile. “Come on, let’s go find you mum!” He says enthusiastically, making your heart twist painfully.

Just as the man stood, grabbing a hold on your son’s small hand, your eyes lock onto Vaelrik. His bright and lighthearted smile gets drained from his face.

“MUMMY!” Fenrik screams, pulling away from Vaelrik and launching himself into you, throwing his arms around you, clutching you tightly.

You can feel his tiny heart fluttering against your leg. You pull your son up in your arms and hold him close to your chest, patting his back soothing away his nerves just as much as it soothed your own. “Let’s go home baby boy.” You whisper, turning your back on the man you loved.

It was surprisingly just as painful as when he ran away from you all those years ago.

“H-hang on a minute.” Vaelrik says, grabbing your upper arm. “Is this your mum Fenrik?” Vaelrik asks with a hint of desperation.

“My mummy.” Fenrik nods agreeably.

“Who’s your dad?” Vaelrik asks, his wide eyes looking broken like all those years past.

“Dad?” Fenriks small head tilts to the side.

Vaelrik looks towards the floor in painful horror, unsure what to do, or what to say, not understanding and being overloaded with too much information all at the same time. Does this mean?

“Fenrik,” You say, tucking a lock of hair behind his small ear. “This is your daddy.” Vaelrik head snaps up at you. It’s only now that Vaelrik is standing so close to you, that he’s now realised how tired you look, a miserable smile pressed to your lips.

“My daddy?” Fenrik asks, seemingly unsure on what the word even means, but all the same he just nods and accepts this. His little legs kick beneath you. His silent way of telling you to put in down.

You gently lower him to the floor and watch him bolt towards the candy stall, surely grabbing free samples from the old lady running the booth.

“That’s-“

“Our son.” You say dryly, struggling to look at Vaelrik who, despite your initial meeting- looks great. His skin remains tanned with a youthful glow, his shiny green eyes looking bright and fresh. Where yours feel bloodshot from exhaustion.

“Ours would imply I was there to begin with.” He says, looking at you from the side. “How could you not tell me?”

“How could I?” You retort back with a daring venomous tone. “You took off like a lightening bolt.”

“As if you couldn’t use those slayers skills of yours to find me.” He reply’s back drying but you only shrug your shoulders.

“Why would I look for someone I love who’d think I’d slay them?” You say back with that steady facade you use to have. “It’s just a job for fucks sake - I would have never chosen my job over-“

Before you could speak another word, Vaelrick grabs your cheeks harshly and pulls you into the most desperate kiss you’ve ever had.

He pulls away as you look up at him breathless.

“I’m sorry… I was stupid… can we go home?”

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic rec friday

A Little Misunderstanding

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

by birdyhands on Ao3

I have a headcanon that Lily’s period happened to line up with the full moon for a while leading to her realizing Remus’s moodiness, sickliness, increased affinity for chocolate, etc. that occurred once a month.

Seeing as Lily came from a muggle background I figured that ‘werewolf’ might not come to mind immediately for her and hence was born this fic in which Lily realizes Remus’s monthly habits before the rest of the marauders do and comes to the conclusion that her friend is transgender.

Ft Lily being a good friend, Lily being protective, Remus being both paranoid and thoroughly confused, the rest of the marauders being oblivious teenage boys, and all the resulting awkwardness and hilarity.

Lily’s not perfect but she’s trying, transphobia doesn’t exist in the wizarding world cause I said so, and jk rowling can suck my dick.

i love them, they are so sweet and fluffy with each other! i honestly have so much love for fics like this

favourite tropes included are:

lily being a good friend

werewolf reveal

remus is a sweet little bean

inappropriate use of potions

that really shouldn't work but somehow does

werewolf angst

fluff

found family

wolfstar of you squint

the marauders being good friends

as always leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3

[swarm-of-bees67]

fuck 'oooo werewolves are a metaphor for the ways humans can be animaliatic' werewolves are a perfect vector for survivors guilt. Like you're the only one to survive a horrendous accident and not only do you have the literal scars from the event, you have a constant and painful reminder of it.

[angstitty]

Everytime Remus Lupin is written into a muggle AU without scars or chronic illness a fairy looses its wings and a werewolf it’s teeth and a siren it’s voice and a bridge troll it’s fkg riddle ITS PART OF HIS CHARM HIS LORE HIS BAGGAGE-

Not romanticizing or maybe just a bit because he makes me feel okay about not being okay so idk make of that what you will

[got7imaginations]

The Stolen Wolf Princess

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Chapter 1

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at the white fabric adorning my body. Little crystal beads covered the dress from the waist down. The sleeves were made out of a sheer white fabric that went all the way down to my hands, fanning down at the wrists to create a long  draping effect. My brown hair was twisted and pulled into an updo with two little strands at my forehead left out, framing my face in the process.

Blue makeup covered my eyelids, emphasizing my silver eyes and honoring the man I was betrothed to. Tyther Whytherton, prince of the Ice Moon Pack, the most handsome werewolf in the northern territory, was to be my husband in just a few hours. It was to seal the bond between the Ice Moon Pack and my pack, the White Moon Pack. I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

I was the princess of the White Moon Pack, afterall. It was my duty to marry a strong alpha and have babies to continue the strong bloodline. We would make a beautiful couple, my mother said to me almost every night. My pale silver blonde hair, my fair skin, my silver eyes, mixed with his jet black hair and deep blue eyes would make us the couple of the season, if not the century. Generations would go on talking about the beauty of the bride and groom and the strength we would bring to the werewolves in the northern territory.

Only I didn’t care. I didn’t want to marry this man.

“Kaiyana, darling! Are you almost ready?” My mother strutted into the room, making herself known to all around us.

“Yes, mother.” I pulled away from the mirror, no longer wanting to look at the woman in the dress. There was no escaping my future.  Princesses didn’t get their own future after all. Their lives were intertwined with the lives of their people, and their destinies were to serve others. Our hopes, our dreams were lost in the line of the duties we held.

My mother clicked her tongue when she looked at me. “That handmaiden of yours should be fired. To make you look like that on your wedding day of all days!”

I rolled my eyes. There was nothing wrong with the way I looked. My mother just hated Dalla, my handmaiden. Dalla was too outspoken and weird, according to my mother. To me, Dalla was my best friend. She was beautiful and funny and the most supportive person in my life. Princesses weren’t allowed to play with the common children. We had to stay inside and study books and languages and take music lessons and fill our time with every conceivable activity a princess ought to know how to do.

“My hair is fine,” I said, exasperated as my mother tweaked every little strand and curl.

“You shouldn’t have any hair in your face. It’s not proper.” She tried to grab the pieces of hair from my forehead to tuck them into the rest of my head.

I pulled back, tripping on the train of my dress and falling into a pile of pillows. I burst out laughing, imagining the whole scene. A beautiful princess falling in her wedding dress, causing feathers from the pillows to billow out into the air above.

My mother rolled her eyes. “Now look what you’ve done. You have feathers all over you.”

I struggled to get up, the dress constricting my movement too much. My mother offered her hand, pulling me up as best she could. 

“Relax, mother. We still have several hours before the ceremony. We have time to fix this,” I said once I was stable on my feet again. “And I like the hair hanging down in my face. It makes me feel just a little bit more like myself today.”

My mother sighed, taking my hands. “I’m sorry. I know I’m all over the place today, but it’s not every day your only daughter gets married to a prince. Tyther is an absolutely stunning mate, too. You two will have such gorgeous children.”

I instantly started coughing, shocked by her statement. This was the first time she had brought up the subject. I was only eighteen. I didn’t want children, at least not anytime soon. I still felt like too much of a child myself.

When I finally regained my breath, I said, “Mother, please. Can we not talk about that? It’ll be awhile before that happens.”

My mother pulled her lips tight and took my hand. She led me over to the couch. “Please sit. There’s a conversation I’ve been putting off, because I didn’t want to think about the fact that you are a woman now.”

I sat as instructed, but there was a knot in my throat. I had a feeling this was not a conversation I wanted to have. “What is it, mother?”

“On your wedding night, a man has certain… expectations from his wife.”

I cut my mother off quickly. “Please don’t give me the sex talk. I already know all about that.”

My mother ignored my protests and continued, “And as a prince and princess, you’ll be expected to produce an heir as soon as possible. It’s possible that the activity that occurs when you are alone in your bedroom will result in that act.”

My throat went dry at the thought. I knew I was giving up a life in order to fulfill the responsibilities I held as a princess, but to have children so soon was not an expectation I held. I didn’t want to be a mother, not at this age.

“What if he’s not my mate?” I asked. “How can I go through with the act if he’s not even my mate?”

My mother let go of my hand and began fixing her hair. “We’ve been through this, darling. Whether or not the prince is your mate doesn’t change the responsibility to have to have an heir. In fact, chances are, he won’t be your mate, so get rid of those ignorant dreams of yours right now.”

I grew silent, not having a response. This was an argument my mother and I had had many times. She called me a hopeless romantic and ridiculous for wanting to marry my mate. I knew my duties and responsibilities, but it didn’t change the fact that I had my own hopes and dreams.

“Don’t make that face,” she said. “You have more privileges than most werewolves, especially at your age. I’m sure Prince Tyther will treat you the way a princess should be treated.”

“Yes, mother,” I said as if I was a drone. It was the only thing I could say to her. Nothing else would reach her ears.

“Now, I have a final gift for you for tonight.” My mother pulled out a small box. She opened it up, revealing a white moon crystal on a silver-chain necklace. “This is the pendant of the white moon. It has been in our family for several generations. The women wear it as a protection and ward for happiness.”

I placed my hand over my mother. “That’s absolutely gorgeous. This was Gran’s, wasn’t it?” I had seen my grandmother wearing this necklace when she was still alive. I had wanted to wear it while playing dress up, but she never let me, saying it was something she could never take off.

My mother motioned for me to turn around, so she could place the necklace around my neck. “Yes, it was hers. She wanted me to pass it onto you when you came of age. It is extremely precious, so don’t ever lose it.”

I rubbed the moor crystal between my thumb and pointer finger, feeling the smoothness of the rock. “I won’t take it off. Ever.” I felt like this was a way to be connected to my grandmother, and my heart fluttered with happiness.

“Now, we should get you cleaned up and ready for the ceremony. We can’t risk you being late,” she said, breaking the intimate moment. “Dalla! Get in here!”

I heard footsteps clashing down the hallway. “Coming!”

Dalla burst through the door to my room. Her eyes were wide, and she was out of breath. Her short dark hair was all over the place, and her cheeks were flushed. She was wearing a bright pink dress, which didn’t match the tan color of her skin.

“Compose yourself, Dalla. This is no way to behave on Kaiyana’s wedding day,” my mother scolded. She moved towards the door. “Help Kaiyana clean up.”

“Yes ma’am.” Dalla’s voice was filled with sarcasm, making me smile.

“Watch your tone before I fire you,” my mother said.

“As you wish.” Dalla curtsied, smirking at my mother.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand to hold back my laughter. Dalla knew my mother wouldn’t fire her if I had anything to say about it. She had tried several times, but I refused. I knew Dalla’s “attitude” wasn’t proper, but I loved that she didn’t cower just because of my mother giving her the death.

My mother scoffed and left the room. She clearly wasn’t in the mood to deal with the handmaiden today.

Dalla skipped over to me. She was significantly shorter than me, and she reminded me of a pixie. Devious yet magical at the same time. She looked me up and down and lifted her eyebrows at me.

“How did you manage that? Do you know how much work I put into your looks?” she scolded. She immediately started cleaning me up.

I looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry. I tripped into a bunch of pillows.”

Dalla shook her head. “How are you so clumsy? You better hope that prince of yours is good at catching you.”

I looked to the ground. “Yeah.”

Dalla paused, looking at me closely. “It’ll be okay. I know it’s not the happily ever after you hoped for, but you’ll find a way to be happy. And I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

I let out a sigh. That did make me feel better. I just wished I had met Prince Tyther before our wedding. If I had a sense of who he was other than a strong, attractive prince, it would help calm my nerves.

“My mother says I’m expected to have babies right away.”

Dalla gagged at the thought. “Gross. You’re much too young to have kids.”

“I know.” I started picking off some of the feathers to help the process along. “I wished there was a way out of today.”

Dalla stopped. Her dark eyes twinkled as an idea grew in her brain. “Let’s leave. We could run away, and then you wouldn’t be forced into a marriage.”

I toyed with the idea for a moment. I could run away to somewhere where nobody knew I was a princess. I could run freely and find love. I could choose to do whatever I wanted to with my life. I could be free.

I shook my head, pulling myself out of the fantasy. “I can’t. It’s the duty of a princess to do what’s best for her people.”

“What about what’s best for you?” Dalla asked. She looked sad as she stared at me.

I tried to hold the frown back as I looked at her. “What’s best for my people is best for me. We should finish getting ready for the ceremony tonight.”

I looked away, trying to hide my real feelings. I wanted to do what Dalla suggested, but I couldn’t just abandon the life I had trained for my entire life.

Dalla grabbed my hand and smiled at me. “I’m sure he’ll be a nice man, Kai. And who knows. Maybe he’ll be your mate, and you’ll get everything you’ve ever wanted and be a princess at the same time.”

I smiled back, entertaining that thought. One way or another, it wouldn’t be long until I found out. When the white moon rose, I would be walking down the aisle, meeting my future husband.

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[mehphoobia]

Perseus: Chapter 2- Waiting for you

Pairing- Shawn (alpha) x Reader (alpha)

Warnings- non character death, violence, blood, death, abuse, fluff, eventual smut, romance.

Summary- The night sky held more than just stars for you, it held your story that guided you towards your Perseus

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You couldn’t help but stare at the cashier on account of the name. Why would Shawn do that? How did he know you liked whipped cream more than the actual frappe? You were bewildered but a small smile crept on to your face painting your cheeks a light tint of pink. The same smile helped you carry yourself outside the café.

“Oh my eyes have been blessed. Are you blushing?” teased Mel. You realized and scolded yourself for letting her see that, you knew she wouldn’t let it go so easily, not without her CBI mode.

“What!? No are you insane? A-Also w-w-when were you about to tell me about your mate, huh, how can you not tell me that?” you tried changing the topic and genuinely asking her about the situation. The same tint of pink that was on your face was transferred to her’s on the sudden mention of the question.

“Well about that, I was gonna tell you but I had to be sure myself. I didn’t want it to be a bluff and disappoint everyone including myself. ” Mel explained. You nodded and understood her point as well. The both of you were on your way to your respective classes and that’s when you heard it.

*THUD THUD crowd gasping* a small circle had formed near the amphitheater. Curiously you looked over to Mel who tried to hold on to your hand stopping you from going that way but you dragged her anyways. Your jaw fell as the scene unfolded before your eyes. There stood Shawn beating the hell out of the other alpha who you didn’t know. If even you did, you would have a hard time to recognize because of all the blood and cuts all over his face and T-shirt.

Punch after punch, Shawn showed him no mercy. You couldn’t help but gasp. Suddenly he hault his movements and looked at you. You could feel Mel shudder at his glance, even though it was for you. His dark brown eyes were replaced with anger filled golden color eyes. You couldn’t believe he was the same guy who bought you coffee this morning. There was a smirk on his face now as he raised his hand yet again but this time leaving the alpha unconscious. He fell on the ground lifeless and Shawn was looking at you as if he was proud of it. You frowned and dragged Mel with you wishing you would have listened to her earlier and simply left for your class. But on the other hand were thankful to have seen Shawn’s this side.

The rest of your day went by like a nightmare. You couldn’t get Shawn’s smirk out of your mind and you were disgusted that you ever let him make you feel weak both in your mind and in your heart. You found Ali’s words contradicting and felt ashamed of letting your guard down around a person like Shawn.

You met Mel and Dave during your break and made a point to ask her about it, about Shawn. “Do you know him?” you made sure your voice was low as you asked Mel. Her eyes shot up at you and back to her mate, Dave as if she was expecting you to ask her about it, but nonetheless she still tried to dodge the question, “K-know who exactly?”.

“Shawn, he is in your class isn’t he?” you asked both of them without worrying over the consequences. Mel realized her dodging was no use so she decided to answer you.

“Yeah I do. He is the most short tempered guy you would ever see in your life. He is a player, must have slept with almost half of the girls on the campus. The principal is his uncle so no one dares speak against him. If they do, you saw the picture today.” Mel sounded happy to get over the topic but Dave calmed her down. You flinched when you saw Dave touching her but soon reminded yourself that they were mates and you had to get yourself comfortable with it.

Dave saw your uncomfortable stature and gave you a comfortable smile and said, “and that’s exactly why you must keep yourself out of his attention.” “Was he always like this? Did something happen?” you asked concerned over this topic.

“Yeah something did happen and it wasn’t his fault.” You turned back when you heard Rhea’s voice. Rhea took a seat by your side followed by Brian, Anna and Ali. Dave and Mel scooted over to make enough space for Paul and Janice.

“Can you tell me about it? I mean if only it’s okay, I understand it’s you pack thing and I don--” you were cut off by Brian. “It’s ok Y/N, you live with us and besides everybody knows about it.” He scanned over the entire cafeteria.

“Last year Shawn met a girl in a bar right around the curb.” Janice started explaining about the incident. “Shawn fell for her over the seven months they knew each other and he also thought she might as well be his mate. He sounded so sure of it. All of us were genuinely happy for him and welcomed her into the pack. Shawn shared everything with her even the pack meeting details.” Brian scoffed at the particular detail.

“Everything was fine but suddenly one day our pack was attacked by hunters. They knew everything somehow, the pack formations, safe houses, everything.” Rhea continued. “The girl Shawn brought with him was one of the hunters.” Paul informed you. “We lost a pack member that day, Shawn’s best friend. From that day onwards we have been staying on the campus because its safe and..” Anna trailed off.

“and what about the rest of your pack?” you questioned softly. “They are scattered all over Quebec all the way to Toronto. It’s safer that way.” Rhea finished. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“Shawn wasn’t always like this you know. He was a ball of joy. He would love to talk to people, sing his heart out and understand people and after all this he--”

“--he stopped believing people and blamed himself.” You finished and Ali nodded. You looked over at Paul and Janice and then at Mel and Dave holding each other’s hands. You could now understand what Shawn must have been through. What troubles his mind would have put forward.

“Maybe that goofy little kid still lives within him.” You murmured to yourself as you glanced over the café and reminded of yourself of gracious amount of whipped cream only a kid would have asked for. A kid like him, someone like you.

After the break you decided to go the library to issue some books on astrology. The library greeted you with fresh smell of the pages of the books. You found your section and were you spoilt for choice? So many books to choose from but one had caught your eye. The moment you tried to extract the book from the shelf, you felt some sticky substance on your palm and sounds of giggling explained you that someone must have pranked on you, you decided to let it go since it’s your first day. Luckily the book had a hardcover so it was easy for you clean it up with a wet wipe. You asked the receptionist to keep the book aside while you washed your hands.

The moment you finished washing your hands in the washroom you could hear grunts and groans from a stall. You decided to check if someone was hurt but then you heard it, they weren’t groans…

“Oh p-please d-ddon’t stop…” whined the girl inside the stall. Your hand which had already extended towards the doorknob stopped midway.

“S—SS--Shawnn” moaned the girl. Your brain was running hundred miles per minute. When you got your senses back, you turned and started walking away but…

“Do you like it? You want more?” Shawn asked in his raspy voice which made you stop in your tracks.

“Y-Yes please” pleaded the girl and the grunts increased second by second.

“Then show me” said Shawn panting between his breaths. You walked outside the washroom and forgot about your book and rushed towards your dorm.

Sweating you entered the dorm to have Paul and Brian playing video games and Anna and Rhea in the kitchen.

Wrapping the tortillas Rhea asked “Hey Y/N, do you want some?”. But you let your nervousness get the best of you.

“uh..n-no thanks, I a-am good-d” you spoke but just when you finished you heard the door click. It was Shawn. He looked at you with heavy eyes as if you were a meal to be devoured. He certainly could smell your nervousness which was driving him crazy.

You splinted towards your room, too careless to be noticed by someone. Someone but Shawn. You couldn’t get over his raspy voice and lustful eyes. Heck of a first day it was.

You couldn’t sleep a wink that night. Shawn’s hooded eyes and pants haunted you every time you closed your eyes. You could feel him hovering above you which just added to your discomfort. Sweating profusely you decided to head towards the kitchen and have a glass of water.

As you put the glass down, you felt something soft on your neck. You turned to see Shawn’s lips attached to your neck. All soft and plush against your flesh. Heavy breaths in between as you got lost in its feeling. He wrapped his hands around your waist turned you in opposite direction to have you face him completely and just then he crashed his lips onto yours. You realized what was happening and tried to abscond from his hold but your strength failed you against in towering self and impeccably strong hold. He felt you squirming and that’s when he loosened his hold as he spoke..

“I knew you were there today. You heard us when I was fucking her senseless.” He huffed. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. You did not why tears sprinted in your eyes because some part of you wanted this to happen but just not like this.

“You drive me insane do you know that?” he finished his sentence quickly as he dove right back in devour your lips but you stopped him.

“Just stop please, stop” he noticed the tears in your eyes which were now making their way to your cheeks and backed off immediately.

“Shawn you are a very special person and there is a very special person waiting for you. I know it must be hard to like someone after all the things happened to you. If you co-- ” you were stopped by him midway.

“You know?” he asked you with sincerity in his eyes. Sincerity which no one knew existed within him but you saw it.

You nodded and he took a turn after apologizing to you. You stopped him as you grabbed his hands in your palms and said, “There is someone waiting for you out there so don’t give yourself away for a few minutes of pleasure or for a distraction.” You spoke as you let go one of his hands and caressed his cheeks.

He observed your rose gold eyes shine with nothing but sincerity in them. Something that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

That talk in the kitchen definitely helped you sleep. You slept peacefully only to have surprises tomorrow, surprises that would change your life forever.

A/N: Hey guys! chapter 2 is here. Chapter 3 comes out soon so stay tuned. The REQUEST OPEN is for you guys, so go ahead and drop in all of your ideas I would love to write. You guys are so creative, i love your requests and look forward to more.

Love yourself...you are worth it 🖤🖤

[bestwishes86]

One Rule, No Broken Bones - a ficlet

I was listening to the new Ke$ha album when I had a fun fantasy. So I wrote it while listening to two songs on repeat, then by the end of it it got emotional. So I added Hayley William's to the playlist and this is what I wrote

"One Rule, No Broken Bones"

The two lay on the couch with "Scandal" playing on Netflix.They lay in the police deputy's two story brownstone.  The house was theirs for the night as Haley was at a sleepover. Jon lay in a muscle tee and sweat pants against David's stomach. David had given up on Fritz's back and forth with Olivia in favor of watching the way the spellweaver tattoos moved over the muscles of Jon's back. He loved the way the lines slipped in and out of the thin white fabric of his shirt. 

"David can you hand me the remote," Jon asked from his abs and David reached to the couch side table and grabbed it. 

"Here, finally admit "Game of Thrones" is better, it has wolves!" David bragged and Jon stared at it transfixed. David's brows furrowed as he looked from the remote to his lover's shocked face. 

"What?" David asked his voice thick as Jon pushed up on his hands and looked down. Jon followed the the thick lift in David's navy blue sweats to the thick pink tip of his cock peeking out of the blue.  It was in perfect contrast with the dark red sweater David wore cause he knew Jon often fell asleep on it. Jon looked up at the handsome olive skinned man he had been secretly meeting for late night hang outs.  The usually dark eyes were burning with that ethereal golden glow only Beta Werewolves had.  

"Sorry...I know we agreed no sex til after the Full Moon," David grumbled his voice thicker with need as Jon rubbed his wood work calloused thumb over the hard length up to the bright red tip. He watched a fragile string of pre-cum follow his thumb. He brought his thumb to his bearded mouth and sucked it clean. David's golden eyes were watching every move he made, his rosey cheeks and fangs showing the restrain he was keeping.  

"Don't tease me, I could tear you apart," David said his voice strange as his inner wolf bled into it causing his voice to deepen and sound guttural to Jon who was mesmerized by seeing the change held back this much. 

"You won't." Jon said seriously 

"What if I lose control, transform inside you, it could rip you permanently," David grumbled but even as he said the words Jon leaned closer to him. David pressed himself into the pillows and looked away from the handsome bearded man and that perfectly round ass. 

"You won't." Jon repeated as he pressed his own pelvis against David's. The tension was taut as he leaned down and kissed the neck of the werewolf. It had been two weeks since he had last been fucked senseless and the need to have David making him forget his own name was so upsetting that he had begun to come over every other day.  The closer to the full moon they came, the less they touched. Jon refused to admit that it was bothering him on an emotional level but he missed those warm fingers brushing against his skin. He missed sharing a bed, a breakfast with the man beneath him. 

"I'm not gonna be able to say no, can you please get up," David choked out. His human finger nails lay on the soft beige carpet. The bloody sharp thick claws dripped blood onto the thin nails.  His hard on and the soft warm man on top of him drowned him in arousal to the point he didn't feel the pain of his claws growing in. 

"What if I want to stay?" Jon said against the warm soft cotton sweater and the hard chest beneath. 

"Not tonight," David shouted. Jon's eyes widened but he didn't move. He could hear the hammering heartbeat singing to his narcissistic need to have what he wanted.

"No sex then. But I want to be here." Jon said and sat up looking up at the face of the restrained young man beneath him. Russet fur had grown out along that perfect jawline. The eyebrows were wild with thick hairs of many different colors. 

"Why? We aren't lovers, we're men who fuck. Why would you want to see what an animal I am," David spat the words at the carpet. Jon swallowed the hurt those words created in him. It was familiar, he had said similar to David the second time they had rutted in a heated moment behind the Linda's Cafe. David had wanted his number and he had refused to give it. 

Jon grabbed David's full balls and squeezed hard. David swore loudly and roared at Jon who didn't let up or look afraid. If David wanted to act like a dog, Jon would treat him like one. 

"If you can be that vindictive while this Wolffish than clearly you can fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow." Jon said and David gripped his arms, the claws digging into the skin and causing blood to pull around the punctures. Jon felt his body go rigid with the pain of the claws intrusion in his skin. It felt the perfect mixing of pain and pleasure to him. He grinded his powerful hips against David's. His shorter thick cock rubbing against David's impressive length through their sweats.

David nodded and Jon released his tortured balls. David let out a shuddered sigh but didn't release the arms he was holding.

"Once I start, I can't stop until I'm satisfied. Do you understand me," David asked his golden eyes searching Jon's for any sign of hesitation. 

"One rule, no broken bones," Jon responded and before David could reply Jon smashed his lips against his, kissing and sucking and biting those thin lips and tasting that minty toothpaste he always claimed to hate. He had grown to love it, the flavor of David's mouth always tasted of mint and blood. 

[maverick-werewolf]

(Resending in case your askbox turned into a werewolf and ate it) Going off of the angst anon, how much werewolf angst would you say is the Goldilocks of werewolf angst? Just asking 'cause I've read too many stories where all the main character does is whine ("ohwoeisme").

Oh man, there’s so much for me to say about this. It’s a topic close to my heart, one might say. I know there is no way I’ll get all my thoughts about this out in one post because my brain won’t consolidate all my thoughts at once like this and there’s always more I could add, but I’ll do my best.

I have very particular opinions on the whole “werewolf angst” thing because what the werewolf community talks about as “werewolf angst” is something I greatly enjoy writing.

I think it’s all about reframing what “werewolf angst” is - and figuring out why it can so often come across as just a character “whining.”

Bear with me. I’m going to do some breaking down, here. I promise I’ll get to the point. I’m a professor, I ramble a lot and wave my hands around before I finally make my final statement.

First of all, calling it “angst” isn’t doing it any favors. Referring to it as “angst” makes it sound immature and silly. Baseless. Unimportant. It makes them “whining” about being a werewolf seem ultimately like it’s not a big deal, and they need to focus on more important things.

So what do we mean by angst? People on the internet mean the very modern idea of angst, like teen angst. One informal definition of angst is as follows:

a feeling of persistent worry about something trivial.

The formal definition of angst is:

a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general.

The root of “angst” comes from fear, and the root of that root comes from “tight, painfully constricted, painful.”

We have made the word “angst” into something base and trivial. It originally wasn’t. However, the werewolf fandom as a whole tends to refer to someone upset about their lycanthropy in this way, and they tend to mean the modern definition (as most people today do).

Personally, I prefer to refer to this as “werewolf anxiety” rather than “werewolf angst.”

Werewolf Anxiety vs Werewolf Angst

There are a few reasons I prefer calling it anxiety.

This - that is, being a werewolf, and not wanting to be a werewolf - is a big deal for the character. This isn’t something people should refer to as “angst,” because that implies a lot of things that, by nature of this issue, should not be true (i.e., all the things I said about it being unimportant/trivial/a passing thing/etc).

And, as we all know, anxiety is a big deal and a very bad thing. It’s not something we want to have. Likewise, being a werewolf is not something these characters want to have. And let’s face it: being a werewolf wouldn’t make you “angsty,” it’d make you anxious.

Think about all that’d come with it. It’s a lot. The not wanting to be discovered, worrying about how people would treat you differently, wondering if people would want to kill you, worrying about people hunting you, wondering about the things you might’ve done… the list goes on and on and on.

This is, of course, assuming the werewolf in question is the kind that transforms against their will and loses control of themselves. That is what I’m referring to throughout this post.

Secondly, let’s think about some of the characters and stories where we see “werewolf angst.” In a good werewolf story, it shouldn’t be something referred to as “angst” simply because, again, by nature, it would not be something trivial.

Worrying about this, or complaining about it (via narration, dialogue, or whatever else) is something they would do because it is a very big deal. Any reasonable character would be worrying and complaining about it, vocally or to themselves. They’d be upset more than “complaining.” Stressing over it horribly. It’s a bad thing, a bad situation, and they don’t like it and wish it was different.

Angsting is something you do over getting zits when you hit puberty. Complaining is something you do when you didn’t get a pickle at the drive thru and can’t go back to ask for one. Werewolf characters shouldn’t “angst” or “complain” because what’s happening to them is a much, much bigger deal than that.

So how do we make it feel that way?

The necessary balance to doing that and making it believable is to make werewolves themselves a big deal: they need to be scary and taken seriously. In a world where werewolves are not remotely terrifying and everyone makes constant jokes about them, then yes, of course the person upset over being a werewolf is going to come across as a whiner.

A werewolf’s problems in a world where the protagonist is genuinely upset about it shouldn’t include “lol, you turn into a dog, bro” and “lol ur biggest problem is chasing the mailman and pissing on fire hydrants” and “omg ur shedding, u smell like wet dog!!”.

Their problems are actually killing and eating people. Killing families. Causing destruction. Death. Devouring flesh. Doing bad, terrible, horrible things that any sane and even remotely good-hearted person would be deeply upset to even imagine that they do, especially if they cannot remember even doing it or who or what they did it to.

Does this mean they should complain about it constantly? No, not at all. Does doing so make them a bit of a one-note character? Yes, absolutely.

A character shouldn’t exist solely to show us what werewolves are like in a setting, they shouldn’t exist just so their lycanthropy can be a one-off mystery plotline or subplot. They’ll never once be an interesting character if they’re created for that purpose, and when that story is over, they’ll just whine and flail constantly.

I won’t name names and upset people, as I know he is a popular character, but there is one character I know of in particular who existed to be “omg, you’re a werewolf!” and when that plotline was over, he served no purpose and had nothing else to offer as a character. None whatsoever.

When he showed up once everyone found out he was a werewolf, he’d just shout and smack and go nuts saying “oh my gosh, how could you even be friends with a werewolf!?” and then try to push everyone away constantly and never let anyone close. He was always mad and upset about something. We never got to see him be a person, just “that guy who is upset about being a werewolf.”

Sure, a character can have phases of that, but they have to get over it (even if it takes multiple books!), or they’re making no character progression at all.

Why was this character upset in the first place? We only saw the werewolf growl at some people and yeet away into some woods. And oh no, people arguably treat him poorly for it (even though we never actually see that). Werewolves in that setting aren’t hunted like animals. They aren’t considered monsters incapable of being human ever again. And if they’re treated all that differently then, again, we never actually see it to feel like his complaining is justified.

So where is the happy medium found?

It’s found in making being a werewolf actually a bad thing that we can clearly see and making that character human and relatable enough to be upset about it - while also having a character of their own beyond “oh no, I’m so sad I’m a werewolf!” That should not be their only character trait. Show us they’re also human. Show us they’re like us, how upsetting this would be if it happened to us.

Make it real.

A werewolf is a person, too. They’re just like the rest of us. Imagine being put into this situation. It’d be terrifying.

Make a character who is a character first and a werewolf second. Make a character, make them a werewolf, and put them into this situation and see how they react. A good person will react naturally without the anxiety and upset going overboard.

They need to have things going on other than being a werewolf. Subplots, other character interactions, moments when the werewolf itself gets to shine. Moments when we build toward that character overcoming the werewolf anxiety. And intermittent in those moments, you can have the character being upset about it vocally, but the anxiety over it should be apparent in their thoughts and actions throughout. Anxiety lingers and flares. This would, too. But like anxiety, they’d also have moments when they overcome it - even if, like anxiety, it comes back to haunt them later.

Just put the reader into the character’s shoes and what people call “werewolf angst” becomes something much bigger, much scarier, much more upsetting, and much more real. It becomes werewolf anxiety. It becomes something they need to conquer, and I know there are a lot of us who can relate to trying to overcome anxieties... be they unreal, supernatural, and incredibly dangerous, or otherwise.

And we want to see the character conquer it somehow, and when they “complain,” they are justly upset and we feel sorry for them, because we see this and we see how terrible it is all the time throughout the story.

That is the difference.

Bottom line…

The moment werewolves and being a werewolf becomes trivial, being upset about it is made trivial, too.