This can be seen as romantic or platonic towards the reader :]
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Word count: 1633 words
Warnings: None
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It had been a long long day and you were exhausted.
Every single movement you made was somehow felt even till the deepest parts of your body and bones. The worst part was that you were in college and your pack was further away than you’d ever have been from them.
It was excruciating that you couldn’t just call them up and get them over in the drop of a hat. Or just return to the actual wolf den so you wouldn’t even have to call them, they’d be right next to you or home soon.
No, you had to shuffle into your dorm and fall onto your bed, the silence slowly starting to surround you. Usually it was comfortable, even relieving at times, but now it was grating. So much so that it felt like an itch you couldn’t quite scratch.
And all you could do was keep laying on your bed, barely having the energy to turn yourself around let alone change into more comfortable clothing. It wasn’t often that you felt this way, but today was simply way too overstimulating.
You had stress about a test coming up and you’re pretty sure you flunked one earlier today, there’s been a million worries that have been rolling around in your head, you haven’t been able to do anything to relieve stress without feeling guilty lately and on top of that today was loud annoying and everything was too bright and-
There was a knock at the door. Today of all times there was a knock on your dorm.
For a moment you just kept laying in your bed, hoping the person at your door would just take the hint and go away.
It didn’t seem like the stranger on the other side was on the same wavelength as you. Instead there was a louder more insistent knock.
With a deep sigh and a slight groan you slowly pushed yourself up on your bed, trying to find remaining strength in your body to actually get up and walk to the door. You couldn’t even bring yourself to properly lift your legs to walk to the door, instead you did this little shuffle that every exhausted person had done at least once in their life.
When getting to the door you slowly put your hand on the handle and wondered if social interaction would even be worth it, but if you didn’t figure out who it was then you would maybe fuck over one of your relationships with your friends or classmates if you didn’t open it right now.
So you slowly turned the handle and opened the door. For a moment you stared blankly at the three figures in front of you; not entirely sure if what you were seeing was correct.
That’s when your brain finally caught up and processed the three figures that were standing in front of you were the three pack members you mostly talked to: Your alpha Willa, her brother Wyatt and the adorable Wynter.
Instead of being excited to see them; you narrowed your eyes and frowned slightly at them. Not out of irritation, but simply due to the fact that you couldn’t figure out the reason the three were standing at the door of your dorm room so suddenly.
They hadn’t texted, they hadn’t really said anything to you about visiting. So essentially you had a loading screen plastered on your forehead as your exhausted brain tried to work overtime in trying to figure out why this was currently happening.
“Are you actually going to let us in? Or are you just going to stand there staring at us forever?” Willa spoke up, crossing her arms as she cocked her hip to the side. Clearly she wasn’t very amused, but then again she often acted like this whenever she was worried.
Meanwhile Wyatt gave her a glance, before looking at you. “We haven’t heard from you in a bit so we wanted to check up on you.” You never knew how Wyatt did it, but usually when he explained things to you, it just made sense.
Right now this was a god send as it actually helped you process what he was saying. With some more sluggish movements, you stepped out of the way and let the three werewolves. Then you closed the door behind them and kind of stood there unsure of what to do now those three were here.
You were just about to pass out on your bed and sleep for as long as you could and now with the new guests you couldn’t exactly do this. So you just stood there awkwardly, until Willa sighed deeply.
“Okay you’re clearly exhausted. C’mon, cuddle pile it is.” She said as she grabbed your arm and started to drag you to the bed. You had barely processed what she said until she had forced you to sit on the bed.
While Willa walked away to possibly get you some comfortable clothes as well as for herself and the other two. Wyatt went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and water for when you woke up or when they were curled up around you so they could talk.
Wynter in the meantime smiled as she sat next to you. “I’m assuming college is really kicking your ass?” She asked, head tilted to the side with her little smile that you have grown to love dearly.
You couldn’t help the soft smile that slowly came on your face as you slowly nodded. “Yeah and not a little bit either. Very overwhelming.” You faltered all of the worries and anxiety that have been building up slowly bubbling up in your stomach, threatening to spill over in a full on panic attack.
The werewolf next to you seemed to sense it as her face fell into a worried expression and her body leaned against you, taking you into a hug. The moment you felt her arms around you, you couldn’t hold back the feelings that came rushing forwards.
Like a bag of bricks you fell into her as a sob wrecked through your body. Instantly you felt Wynter’s arms tightening around you, holding you closer to her body as you unloaded all of the feelings that had been stuck in your chest for weeks.
Sobs wrecked your body as you dug your face into Wynter’s neck. Soon enough you felt two pairs of arms surrounding you too and although you could logically guess who were there, you were too busy sobbing. All your mind could register was that you were in the company of your pack, the ones that would always look over you and wouldn’t let you go for anything in the world.
Safety was a feeling that wrapped you up in a blanket as their warmth slowly leaked into your bones as you were held while you cried. They didn’t speak, letting you let it all out as your stress slowly melted away.
After a bit you felt dry, like all the tears you could possibly cry had all run out. You sniffed as you slowly pulled away from Wynter who didn’t have a single look of pity or judgment on her face. Just soft eyes that were looking you up and down, seeing if you were doing better now.
What you did. At least it didn’t feel like a big pressure on your lungs anymore so it was definitely a win in your book.
Willa hummed from behind you and threw you some of your favorite comfortable clothes at you from your closet. “Get changed, after you don’t have to do anything else.” She simply said, clearly not leaving anything up in the air as she was one of the first people that would tell you to take care of yourself.
Wyatt in the meantime helped you out and the three werewolves also stole some of your clothes for themselves. Or were they their own clothes that got mixed up with yours ages ago? Either way they fitted well enough and you decided to not let your tired brain question anything else.
You were finally in some comfortable clothes in your warm bed surrounded by your favorite people in the entire world and you felt fine. A movie was playing in the background that you didn’t quite know when it had been put on in the first place, but you didn’t really question it.
Instead you curled up in your bed, the way you always knew would knock you out and closed your eyes as the other three wrapped themselves around you into a cuddlepile with you in the middle of them.
Wyatt still sat up straight, clearly watching the movie that was put on as he reached down and gave you a soft kiss on your head, before starting to massage your scalp softly to help your tired brain slowly turn off.
Willa was laying down in a way that made her able to still watch the tv in your dorm as well, but was curled around you in a protective manner. She took her role as the alpha very seriously, even more so when it came to you as she wanted to make sure you were protected at all costs.
Lastly Wynter had nuzzled against your front, fully letting herself be used as a giant teddy bear for you. Holding you in the way you liked and letting you hold her in the way that made you feel completely at peace.
The rest kind of felt blurry as you felt yourself slowly sleep in the arms of three of the most important people in your life, knowing everything would be okay as they would always be there for you, even if they weren’t as physically close as they used to be before.
Thinking about the three of them lying in bed that same night after the wedding. Teddy is in the middle, Wyatt on the left, and Milo on the right. Me riding Teddy while also jerking off Milo and Wyatt with my hands at the same time. 🤤 Tears of happiness and pleasure fall from my face, them praising me. This is the life.
wedding night
pairing/s: teddy spencer x milo griffin x wyatt x male reader
"oh god—" you gasped loudly as you slowly sunk yourself on teddy's big cock. the flushed head breached the tight ring, tears welling in your eyes. you've taken teddy multiple times before, but his pure girth never fails to take the air out of your lungs.
"yeah baby, i'm not even halfway in." teddy groaned out, his meaty hands clenched tight on your tapered waist. he helped push you down on his length, every inch that disappeared into you intensely grazing your nerve endings.
"fuck, you're riding me after teddy." wyatt's eyes were dark with lust. he lay at teddy's left, one hand behind his head exposing his armpit that you inhaled on multiple occasions. his cock was fully hard, a view of pure muscle and throbbing veins.
"then i'll fuck you after wyatt." milo smiled mischievously. he laid on his side to teddy's right, his own cock fully erect, curving upwards to you. he laid on his back revealing the expanse of his toned body for you to see.
"but first," teddy leaned upwards and gripped your chin to face him. his eyes boring into your own tear-streaked pair. "focus on me, ride me good pretty boy."
with one final thrust, teddy fully sheathed himself into you. his chisled abs strained as a wail escaped your throat. teddy chuckled, vibrating into your system, before lying down on his back and daring you to start with the curve on his lips.
you take a deep breath that fills out your shaking rib cage, before lifting yourself up with your legs stationed at teddy's sides. at the same time, you reached out to grip on wyatt and milo's dicks. your grip barely fit around their thickness, but it was enough for milo to exhale sharply and wyatt to groan harshly.
your body began a timid, boring pace at first. your ass barely left teddy's base before meeting him again. it was easier to jerk your husbands off with an uncontrolled pace that elicited deep moans and unrelenting curses.
"fuck, come on pretty boy. you could do this." teddy encouraged with a genuine smile. you nodded, and focused on lifting yourself up higher before slamming back down. your calves strained but it was all worth it hearing a deep groan from teddy. "good boy, that's so fucking good."
"you give the best handjobs ever pretty boy, christt." wyatt drawled. he thrusted forward with every pump of your fist, your hands matching the fast rhythm that teddy made you believe you could do. each movement tingled your senses, stretching you out and sending explosions of euphoria through your entire being.
"keep doing that. fuck, you're so hot." milo's eyes were fixed on you, his cock stiff and veined in your hands. your actions stimulated his moans. you looked up the ceiling, reeling in the feeling of fucking with your three husbands at the same time.
teddy grunted with each slam on his large cock, meeting your movements with his own powerful thrusts. your arms stretched out as you while you jerked milo and wyatt out of their minds. your own dick bounced in all directions, slapping pre-cum on your smooth stomach. the sound of skin slapping on skin multiplied by three was almost inaudible from the moans and grunts of pleasure that echoed through the honeymoon chamber.
wyatt was the first to break. he let out one last curse before exploding his cum on your hand, covering it in dripping sweetness that glistened under the lamps. he continued to ride out his orgasm with your pumps, oozing himself all over your left hand.
the sight was enough to make the coil in your stomach to explode into your intense orgasm. heat surged through your urethra, cumming in white spurts that spread on your stomach and the deep ridges of teddy's torso. you wailed, unable to stop riding teddy and masturbating wyatt and milo.
feeling your tight ass clamp around his thick length triggered teddy next. he thrusted deep, spreading his seed all over your prostate. you moaned helplessly as you feel his heat deep inside you. "gonna get you pregnant." teddy raised himself up and smooched your lips.
milo was the last to cum. he groaned when he spurted out on your hand, smearing your right hand with his own liquids.
you finally stop moving, utterly spent and tired while your husbands caught their breath. you weakly bought your hands to your mouth and tasted their liquids, filling you with saltiness with hints of sweetness. "you're so tasty," you mumbled, drinking them up. "so good for me."
"that was hot," milo smiled up to you sweetly. he traced circles on your thigh. "you're so good when it comes to fucking, pretty boy."
"so talented." teddy's bruising grip on your waist finally loosened. he rubbed your skin gently. "best boy ever."
wyatt kneeled next to you, running his hands through your soft hair. he leaned into your ear. "i'll let you catch your breath for 5 minutes. then i'll fuck your ass. don't think i'm going gentle on you."
summary . . . how they react when you cup their cheeks/hold their face while they're working.
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KIM HYOJIN ﾐ 김효진
lets out a soft "hm?" at first, questioning the sudden touch
but when you bring your other hand to cup both his cheeks, he gets the idea you just wanted some affection
smiles, staring back at you with starry eyes
lets you have your way, smoothing over his skin and beauty marks without protesting or getting shy
he won't say it out loud, but he thinks it's adorable the way you love to admire him
and he would do the same to you
LEE CHANGYUN ﾐ 이창윤
is immediately taken aback and extremely flustered
because a few seconds ago you were a safe distance away, but now you're mere inches from his face, cupping his cheeks and staring
his first instinct is to try to hide—closing his eyes, looking away, or trying to take a step back
but he fails on all accounts
you think he's adorable, he's embarrassed in front of your stare, and it will end with your giggles and his stuttered pleas and protests
LEE SEUNGJUN ﾐ 이승준
nearly squeaks in surprise when your hand touches his cheek because he was so focused he didn't notice when you got so close
but can't stop a big smile from growing on his face—he loves your touch so much
will probably try to play it off or tease you: "what're you doing?" or "so suddenly?"
it's mostly just to stop himself from becoming a blushy giggly mess
cause he loves when you initiate any type of skinship and he's a bit too down bad
SHIM JAEYOUNG ﾐ 심재영
your touch is always welcome, so the second your palm cups his cheek, he's relaxing into that touch
hums in content and nuzzles closer, even if he was doing an important task—work can wait for now
will bring your other hand up to cup his other cheek, bringing his face down closer to yours
talks in soft deep murmurs, asking if you need something or just wanted his attention
won't be satisfied with you pulling away until you give him a kiss
PARK MINKYUN ﾐ 박민균
takes a few seconds for the touch to fully pull his attention away from work
he'll glance at you first, assessing your face first before leaning closer
immediately goes for the kiss whether or not that's what you were fishing for
lips curving into a smile when he breaks it, letting your fingers dip to the divets where his dimples form
he'll be the first one to bring attention back to work (workaholic), although he'll still be smiling minutes after
MIZUGUCHI YUTO ﾐ 水口裕斗
doesn't expect you to hold his face when you come up to him cause he's still a little sweaty from dance practice
protesting while trying to pull away, but when he sees that you could care less about the sweat he lets you caress his cheek
eyes softening and all his muscles relaxing just from the simple touch
will close his eyes to enjoy it fully and if you try to pull away before he's ready, all you'll hear is whines that he's not ready yet
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Power dynamics, Slight degradation, Praise kink, strength kink, Overstimulation, Manhandling, Desperation, Begging, Possessiveness, minor impact play, Controlling behavior, Mutual obsession
Hyojin
Hyojin fucking loves when you ride him — probably a little too much. He’ll lie back at first, hands lazily resting on your thighs, just watching you bounce on his cock with that soft, worshipful look that makes your whole body burn. Every shaky breath you take, every whimper you let out, he’s drinking it in, moaning low and whispering filthy little encouragements like he’s trying to get you even wetter for him. He’ll let you set the pace, let you think you’re in charge — until you’re getting close. That’s when he snaps. His fingers dig hard into your hips, grip bruising, and he starts thrusting up into you with rough, desperate movements, like he can’t fucking stand not being the one wrecking you. His soft moans turn into ragged, broken groans, hips slamming up until you’re crying out, clenching around him. He wants you on top — but only so he can watch you fall apart first, before flipping it all in his favor and fucking you until you’re begging him to stop.
Changyun
Changyun doesn’t actually like being ridden — but he’ll let you try like he’s humoring you, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as you climb onto him, totally unaware of how fast he’s about to ruin you. The second you start moving, his hands clamp down on your thighs, holding you exactly where he wants you. He controls everything — the pace, the depth, the way your body bounces helplessly on his cock. He drags you down slow and deep, filthy, brain-melting thrusts that make your legs tremble and your nails dig into his skin. His breaths are sharp, rough curses slipping from his mouth when you clench around him — but if you even think about speeding up or taking more without permission, he’s yanking you down hard, muttering something dirty against your skin just to make you whimper and fall apart even faster. With Changyun, you’re nothing but a pretty toy in his hands — used, wrecked, and made to take everything he gives whether you’re ready for it or not.
Seungjun
Seungjun loves when you ride him — loves seeing you all pretty and desperate on top of him, clinging to his shoulders like you can’t handle how good he feels. But don’t think for a second he’s giving up control. His hands stay steady on your hips, guiding your rhythm with subtle strength, making sure every slow grind, every shaky bounce is exactly what he wants. His voice is like velvet, full of soft groans and gasps that hit a little higher when you hit just the right angle, sweeter than you ever expect from someone so big. He praises you through it, murmuring in that low, wrecked tone, “That’s it, baby… just like that… fuck, you’re so good for me.” Every time you move, you can feel how much he’s savoring it, how he’s still steering the whole thing from underneath, letting you think you’re in control when really, he’s the one making you fall apart one perfectly timed thrust at a time.
Wyatt
Wyatt hates being ridden — not because he doesn’t want you on top, but because the second you’re straddling him, he refuses to give up even an ounce of control. His hands lock on your hips the moment you sink down on his cock, holding you there, using you to fuck himself deep inside with ruthless, punishing thrusts that make you claw at his chest for balance. You’re gasping, legs shaking, trying to ride him the way you want, but it’s hopeless — he’s not giving you the chance. His grunts are deep and sharp, his voice a rough growl against your skin when he rasps, “Take it. Take all of it.” Every time you try to lift yourself off or slow down, he just slams you back down harder, like he’s determined to break you open on him until you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but sob his name. Wyatt doesn’t give a fuck who’s technically on top — once you’re there, you’re just his to wreck however he damn well pleases.
Minkyun
Minkyun needs you riding him — needs it like he’s starving for you. From the second you settle on top, he’s falling apart, hands trembling as they roam your body, pulling you down closer like he can’t stand even an inch of space between you. His moans come quick and high, little gasps and desperate whimpers spilling from his lips every time you grind down against him. His body’s hot and tense under yours, his hips twitching up instinctively even when he’s too wrecked to keep a real rhythm. Sometimes he’ll mumble your name, soft and broken like a prayer, his eyes wide and glassy, begging you without even meaning to. The more you tease him, the worse it gets — until he’s shuddering under you, gripping at you like you’re the only thing keeping him together. Minkyun doesn’t want to control a damn thing — he just wants to be ruined by you, over and over, until he can’t even remember his own name.
U
Yuto loves when you ride him — but he’s not about sitting back and letting you do whatever you want. The second you straddle him, he’s pulling you flush against him, chest-to-chest, one hand at your waist and the other cradling the back of your head so you can’t pull away. His cock fills you so perfectly it almost hurts, and he’s thrusting up into you in slow, filthy rolls of his hips, groaning rough against your ear. Every move is deliberate, deep, like he’s trying to fuck himself into your soul, not just your body. His voice is desperate but low, whispering brokenly, “Stay close. Fuck, stay with me, baby…” every time he feels you clench tighter around him. His pace matches yours perfectly, building slow and dirty, stretching out the pleasure until you’re shaking in his arms. Yuto doesn’t want to see you ride him — he wants to feel you, own you, bury himself so deep you’ll never forget the way he made you fall apart for him.
Note: This one’s been kicking around in my brain for a while. I think witches would fit in really well into the ZOMBIES world. This takes place after Z2 but before Z3.
Summary: Being the new girl in town is no easy feat, especially in a town full of zombies and werewolves. Wyatt takes a quick interest in you, but will he stick around once he learns about the magic you’re hiding beneath the surface?
Warnings: witchcraft? I guess? Other than that, none, I think.
Word Count: 4.7k
Reader is: A witch, implied to be female (they wear a dress) but I don’t think I ever used she/her pronouns.
You had been somewhat hesitant to move to Seabrook with your family. Something was brewing there, you could feel it in the wind, in the stars when they twinkled. There was magic there, of a few different kinds, which called to your own.
You and your mother were what were called Moonborne witches, a rare bloodline passed down through generations. Meanwhile, your father was a descendant of the Mysticwood coven, which had origins out in Massachusetts. But the Moonbornes were different. The Moonborne Coven had origins right there in Seabrook, which is why after three hundred years, your family was finally moving back.
It had been a few days since you’d moved in. Thanks to your magic, the boxes seemed to unpack themselves. Although, just because things were still…shaky in Seabrook after the introduction of werewolves to the community, you and your parents had decided to glamour for the time being, until you knew things were safe.
So, instead of your usually purple hair, you were rocking a nice, natural, human hair color. It was fine. Glamouring full time did tend to tire you out, but it was a sacrifice that needed to be made to ensure your family wouldn’t get chased out of yet another home.
You’d taken it upon yourself to be the one to paint the front door. It was a witch thing. The front door was to be painted purple, and while you did so, you’d also inscribe it with a protection sigil, to protect the house and bless all the people within it. It was while you were about halfway done that you felt a presence behind you. Two of them, technically. Definitely not human, swirls of magic lingering around their souls, and they smelled heavily of the woods.
Werewolves.
“Excuse me? Sorry to bother you.” One of the wolves, a boy, said. His voice was deep with a slight rasp. It was familiar to you in a way you couldn’t explain. “You just moved in, right?”
You turned around to face the strangers. You were correct. Two werewolves, one boy and one girl. The boy was tall, covered in toned muscle. He had short brown hair with a very distinct white streak near the front of his head, a few purple markings on his face and tattoos on his forearms. He had pointed fangs in his mouth, the tips of his ears coming to a point as well.
The other, the girl, was shorter. She had a wilder energy to her, long straight brown hair with a large chunk of white. He could have been the Alpha, but you didn’t think he was. He had the presence, but not the energy of the first in command.
“Hi. I’m (Y/N). We just moved in, yeah. Nice to meet you.”
The boy looked stuck, a lump in his throat or something of the sort as he stared at you. His breath hitched and his mouth opened, but he didn’t speak, just looking at you with this hypnotized kind of glaze in his eyes.
“Wyatt.” The girl hissed, elbowing him in the stomach.
Wyatt. You repeated in your mind, committing it to memory. It suited him, you decided.
“Oh! Um…” He gathered his thoughts, seemingly tugged back down to earth from wherever his mind had floated off to just then. “Right. Sorry about that. I’m Wyatt, this is Wynter. We’re from the local wolf pack, and we took it upon ourselves to, uh, introduce ourselves, welcome you to the community, and invite you to our picnic this weekend.”
“A picnic? That’s really nice.” You smiled. “I’d love to go. Is it at the park?”
“It is.” Wynter nodded. “Everyone is invited.”
“Do you need us to bring anything?”
Wyatt smiled, warmth in his eyes. “You don’t have to. You can if you want to, though.”
“Okay, awesome. I have a wicked recipe for cake cookies.”
“Cake cookies?” Wynter’s face lit up. “Is it a cake made of cookies or cookies made of cake?”
“They’re cookies, but they’re made from cake mix. They come out super moist and soft.” You explained, chuckling at just how hyperactive she seemed to be, especially compared to her counterpart. “They’re great.”
“They sound like it. So, uh, where did you move in from?”
“Just moved in from Michigan, actually. Kind of beautiful there, but uh…I don’t know, I’m excited to be here.” You shrugged. “This place has a really unique energy to it.”
“Well, don’t let us big scary wolves chase you off.” Wyatt joked, tilting his head at you. There was something glimmering in his eye that you couldn’t quite place. Something mischievous and…maybe even nervous? “I…I have a feeling you’re gonna make a great addition to our town.”
“I think so too.”
***
The day of the picnic, you put on your glamour, baked your cookies, and headed out to the park with your parents. You were nervous; you didn’t really know anyone aside from the werewolves who had showed up on your doorstep, but it seemed this was the whole point, to get to know more people.
You half-expected staring eyes, looks of disgust and fear that usually accompanied you and your family, but you didn’t find them. Sometimes, you almost forgot you could wave your hand and wish away your natural witchy features, blending in seamlessly with humans. It was almost unfair.
“You made it!” A cheery blonde girl beamed, walking up to you. “You must be (Y/N)! I’m Addison and this is Zed!” She introduced the rather tall, lanky zombie boy beside her.
“Nice to meet both of you.” You greeted warmly. You held up your container full of cookies. “Where should I put these?”
“I can set them with the rest of the food.” Zed offered, taking the container from you and bringing it over to one of the tables.
“Did you make those yourself?”
“Yeah, I did. I like baking.” You shrugged. “Didn’t have much time to before the move, all the packing and whatnot.”
“Oh, I bet. Well, I’m super glad you guys moved here! If you need anything let me know.” Addison said, her voice sincere.
“I will.” You promised. Your parents were off with the other adults, chatting. You wandered for a bit before walking right into a tall, warm, muscled body. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Of course it was Wyatt, his fanged grin confident and warm. “You came.”
“Of course I did. This is all great. Do you all do this often?”
“Only when the weather is this nice.” He motioned around at the perfect blue sky on the warm, sunny day. “And on full moons, but that’s more of a wolf thing.”
“Gotcha, gotcha.” You nodded.
“Want a hotdog? Bonzo and I just finished grilling them. We have vegetarian options, too, if you don’t do meat.” He offered, making sure to cover all of his bases.
“I’ll have a hotdog, yeah.” You chuckled. “The meat kind is fine. You guys have mustard?”
“We’ve got a little bit of everything.” He offered you his arm and, blushing, you took it, letting him guide you through the food options. You couldn’t ignore his warmth, nor the way his touch set your fingers tingling, your heart racing.
Something zinged through you, a floating, burning feeling. You’d never felt it before, but you’d heard whispers of it among the few remaining members of the Moonborne Coven. Strange things were said to happen when werewolves and witches crossed paths.
You pushed the thoughts out of your head. Wyatt was kind. He was beyond kind, actually. And already you could tell there was more to your connection than what lay on the surface.
***
After the picnic, Addison promptly got your number and added you to several groupchats, most of them including Wyatt as well as the other wolves, a handful of Zombies, and her friend Bree. They welcomed you with open arms, and it wasn’t long before they’d invited you to hang out with them. They’d agreed to meet at the bowling alley.
“I haven’t been bowling in ages.” You grinned, putting on the neon pink and green bowling shoes you’d rented.
“I haven’t been bowling ever.” Wyatt replied, putting on his shoes as well, tying them carefully despite the long claws he sported.
“Never?”
“It wasn’t until recently that we were actually let into town.” Wyatt told you, his demeanor shifting a little. He shrugged. “It’s nice, though. I like it here and I’m glad things are turning around.”
“That’s good.” You agreed. “People are really weird about differences and it sucks.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. I mean, that’s kind of why we moved here. We heard things were getting…better. Still not perfect, but better. Our last town was really closed-minded, especially about…well, everything supernatural, I guess.”
“You’re human, though.” Willa said, her eyes narrowing at you as you spoke with her brother. It seemed she was always listening. “Why do you care what other humans think of us?”
You hesitated. “Right. Yeah, but…I don’t know, it doesn’t mean I have to put up with hatred.”
Wyatt smiled. “That’s really awesome, actually.”
“Thanks.” You chuckled. “Be the change you want to see and all that.”
You stood up, going to get a bowling ball, Wyatt close behind you.
“I’m sorry about her. She gets a little…defensive.”
“Don’t be sorry. After everything you guys have been through, I couldn’t blame her for being cautious. I’m a stranger. It makes sense to make sure I’m actually a decent person before getting comfortable.” You chuckled.
“Well, for the record, I think you’re more than a decent person.” He winked, causing you to laugh.
“Thanks.” You picked a pastel purple bowling ball off of the rack, weighing it in your hands before deciding it was adequate.
“So teach me, how do I pick a good one? I wanna make sure I’ve got a fighting chance at beating you.” Wyatt asked, playful. This was fun, you decided, getting flirted with by a werewolf. You kind of hoped it would continue, if you were honest.
Once you all picked your balls of choice, Bonzo set up the bowling games on the handful of lanes you were occupying and you all got started. You couldn’t help but notice, however, Wyatt coughed a bit, his eyes flashing yellow. You felt it in his magic, then, something flickering. Something wrong.
“You okay?” You asked him, turning to him in concern.
“What? Oh, yeah.” He nodded, stifling another coughing fit. “Allergies.”
You didn’t think that was the case, but you’d have to keep an eye on him. It was concerning.
***
A few weeks later and Wyatt’s condition hadn’t improved. In fact, you were pretty sure it was getting worse. You took it upon yourself to study up, turning to the several books your parents kept on every magical creature they could find. It came in handy, especially when moving to an area where they were the most common in the known world.
You scanned the books and found one on werewolves, plucking it from the shelf. As soon as you pulled it, however, the book next to it fell off of the shelf as well, sitting on the floor. It had a brown cover, but the letters on the front of it were embossed in a metallic, shining silver.
Moonborne.
“Huh.” You said, bending down to pick it up. You set it back on the shelf and turned around to leave with your book on werewolves, but heard a thud behind you. Sure enough, when you turned back around, it was sitting on the floor, innocent. “Okay…”
You picked it up off of the floor. Whatever was in the book wanted to be read and who were you to deny it. That was the thing about magic, sometimes it knew what you needed more than you did. You left the study and started to walk back to your bedroom to do your own research when you heard your mom calling you downstairs.
“(Y/N)! Your friends are here!”
“Coming!” You called back, glamouring as fast as you could and setting the books down on your way to the door, where Addison, Bree, Eliza, Willa, and Wynter were standing, dressed for a day on the town. “Oh, hey guys. What’s up?”
“We’re going shopping for dresses for the Summer Solstice Celebration! You wanna come?”
“Oh! Uh, sure! Let me grab my purse.”
“Here.” Your mom handed it to you, urging you out the door. She loved that you were fitting in so well already, but she had something else in her eyes. Her intuition was the best in the house; you had no doubt she knew something you didn’t.
“Thanks. I’ll be back later.”
She winked. “I know you will.”
The girls took you to a place downtown, a cute little dress boutique full of dresses for the occasion.
“So, you guys celebrate the Solstice? That’s really cool.” You noted, browsing the racks.
“It’s a wolf thing.” Wynter explained. “We used to celebrate it back when the witches still lived here.”
“Wait, there were witches in Seabrook?” Addison asked, her eyes wide with excitement. You really did love her enthusiasm for the supernatural. The world needed more of that. “What…happened to them?”
“They left.” Willa all but growled. “Our pack used to be bonded to their coven and they left us here as soon as things got tough.”
Your heart was racing, cheeks basically on fire. You didn’t know Willa was harboring such harsh feelings for your coven, and given that none of them knew you were a witch, you couldn’t speak on it without outing yourself immediately. You were trapped between a rock and a hard place.
“Oh, come on, Willa. They were chased out. They didn’t…I don’t think they meant to leave.” Wyatt’s voice was unmistakable, even though you didn’t expect him to be there. Your head whipped around at the sound of his voice. He looked…weaker than when you’d last seen him, dark bags around his eyes.
“Wyatt, why are you here?” Wynter asked. “I thought you were getting some sleep.”
“I probably should be.” He chuckled, shrugging. “But I knew you’d all be here and…I wanted to talk to (Y/N).”
You tilted your head, smiling softly. “Me? You can always text or call me, you know.”
He grinned, taking a few steps closer to you. “I know, but uh…I wanted to do his in person.” Wyatt stopped in front of you, his hand rising to your face, clawed fingers careful, tentative, like he was waiting for you to wince away from his touch. Instead, you took his other hand with your own, savoring the warmth he always seemed to exude.
“What?”
He took a nervous breath. “(Y/N), will you go to the Solstice Celebration with me?”
“Yeah, of course I will.” You nodded, eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. “I…really like you, Wyatt.”
Wyatt sighed in relief, the tension rolling out of his shoulders. “Awesome. That’s…that’s great because I really like you too, (Y/N).”
“YES!” Zed burst out of one of the changing rooms, pumping his fist in the air. “I told you she’d say yes, dude! Congrats, both of you.”
“Zed?” Addison questioned, laughing.
“Hey, babe.” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek on his way to Wyatt. “Now that that’s settled, it’s boy’s night!”
Bonzo, also coming out of a dressing room, shouted what you assumed was the equivalent of “BOY’S NIGHT!” in zombie and followed the others out the front door, Wyatt, looking back at you the whole way out, grinning like an idiot.
“That was…weird. Very on-brand for Zed, though.” Eliza laughed.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so excited! I can’t believe he finally asked you out!” Addison squealed. “He’s liked you since the day he saw you.”
“He has?” You grinned, heart racing. “Awwww…”
“I know you don’t need me to tell you this, but if you break his heart—”
“Willa, chill.” Eliza said, rolling her eyes. “We’re all friends.”
Willa, surprisingly backed off, choking down her next words.
“Anywayssss, what do you want to wear? I think you’d look really pretty in this one.” Addison held up a pastel purple dress.
“That’s pretty, but…” Your fingers wandered to a floor-length glittering black down hanging on the next rack. “I think this might be the one…”
***
The Solstice had arrived, finally. The morning of, you and your parents celebrated privately, as you always did on your witchy holidays, and put on your glamours for the day. Your mother had a club meeting with the other mothers in town, your father had to pop into the office for a bit, and you had to get ready with the girls.
They were all assembled at Addison’s house, getting into their dresses, doing their makeup and hair. Addison helped you with yours, pulling your hair up into a bun and accessorizing with a few sparkly clips, sealing it with hairspray. If there was anything the cheerleaders knew, it was hair. You did your own makeup, sitting in a chair in front of the mirror. Willa stared at you for a long moment. You half-expected her to confront you again, but instead, she approached you with an eyeliner pen.
“Hey, um…could you do mine?” She asked tentatively. “Yours looks really good, and I don’t want to mess mine up.”
“Yeah, of course!” You hopped up out of the chair and let her take your spot instead. She handed you the eyeliner and you got in close, carefully and expertly doing some basic eyeliner. “Do you want wings?”
“Um, sure.”
“Big thick ones, or thinner, sharper ones?”
“Big, bold ones.” She replied, confident.
“Coming right up.” You finished the lines to her specifications, proud of your handiwork. You stepped away so she could take a look for herself.
Willa smiled, looking at her reflection. “Thank you. They look great.”
“Anytime.”
“And…I’m sorry, for everything. I guess I still have my walls up when I should be letting them down, getting to know people. It wasn’t fair of me to treat you like that.”
“It’s okay, Willa. I get it. You…you guys have been through a lot. More than I can imagine. You’re the Alpha, the protector. It makes sense that you’d want your pack to be safe, your brother or otherwise. I never took it personally.”
“I really appreciate that.” She smiled, putting her hand on top of yours. “And I think you and my brother are going to be great together.”
“How…how is he, by the way?” You asked, concerned. “I know he’s got something going on, but…”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She nodded. “Maybe ask him about it tonight. Let him know he’s on your mind.”
“I will.” You were a little confused by what she meant, but werewolves loved their secrets, and you figured she was leaving it up to him to tell you this one, whatever it was.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” Addison announced, rushing to get the door in her pretty pink dress.
The doorbell rang three more times before she got to it. Unsurprisingly, it was Zed and the guys on the other side, Zed being the one who rang the doorbell repeatedly.
“Babe! You look great!” You heard him compliment loudly while the boys shuffled in to see how you were all dressed.
Wyatt stood in the doorway for a long time, staring at you, looking absolutely starstruck. He swallowed. “W-wow. (Y/N), you look amazing.”
He had cleaned up nice, himself, wearing a sharp black suit, a purple bowtie with a moon pattern on it the only thing that called back to his usual attire.
You smiled. “Thank you. You look really nice, Wyatt.”
“Thanks.” He held out a little plastic box with a corsage in it, a white rose surrounded by smaller, purple flowers. “This is for you.”
You admired it for a long moment. “It’s beautiful.”
“I tried to find one as beautiful as you, but this was as close as I could get.” He told you, his voice soft and sincere, hints of that wolfy confidence in his tone as he slid the bracelet onto your wrist.
“You keep talking like that, I’m gonna melt into a puddle right here on the floor.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” He chuckled. “How would I take you to the dance, then?”
You shook your head at him, laughing as he offered you his arm, escorting you out to the limo. Addison’s mom, the mayor, had pulled some strings and you were grateful she did. You sat down next to Wyatt and he settled an arm on the seat behind you. After a moment, he coughed into his other elbow, eyes glowing golden once more and his moonstone shining. It was a pretty bad coughing session, and it obviously hurt him a lot. You were worried.
“Wyatt, are you alright?” You asked again, concern in your eyes.
“I’m okay.” He insisted, nodding. “I…well, I will be.”
Before you could ask what that meant, the rest of the group joined you in the limo and you took off, headed for the dance, which was being held in the town’s community center, a large, modern building that they used to host all kinds of holiday events, according to Addison. This was the first time, however, that a summer solstice had been celebrated there.
You were all making Seabrook history, in a way, and you were about to make even more. Wyatt escorted you inside, where people were laughing and dancing around on the dance floor. There was a table of snacks and beverages, and the DJ of the evening was none other than Addison’s cousin, Bucky, who looked like he was having almost too much of a good time.
The group of you took some pictures together, chatting, dancing around and having a good time. Finally, Bucky played something slow and you looked up to catch Zed standing beside him, flashing Wyatt a thumbs-up.
He took a nervous breath and turned to you. “Hey, do you wanna dance?”
“I’d love to.” You told him, taking his hand and walking out to the dance floor with him. Wyatt’s hands found your waist and tugged you closer to him as your arms settled around his shoulders while you swayed to the slow song. It was nice, dancing with him, being so close to him. It felt cosmic. Even though he didn’t know about your magic, didn’t know you were anything more than human, there was an undeniable bond between the two of you in the way only a witch and a werewolf could be bonded.
“Hey, um…could we actually go outside for a second?” He asked, eyes nervous and brimming on golden. You could tell there was a lot going on in that head of his.
“Yeah, of course. Come on.” You two walked out the door leading to the garden, which was decorated for the occasion as well, twinkling lights draped around a beautiful wooden gazebo. He led you into it, sitting on the bench within and staring up at the stars before looking back at you.
“Um, so…You like me, right?” He felt the need to check. “Like you really like me?”
“Of course I do, Wyatt, what’s going on?” You took his hand, tilting your head.
“I—” He coughed again, turning his face away from you, eyes glowing as bright as the twinkling lights all around you. Once he finally had his composure, he tried again. “This. All of this is because I’ve been hiding something from you. I just, well, I didn’t know how to tell you without…scaring you away.”
“Whatever it is, you could never scare me away. I promise. I…honestly, Wyatt, I knew there was a reason we moved here and I thought it was just that the people here would be more accepting, and they are…but the real reason we moved here is you. It has to be.”
He took a long breath, nodding. “I’m really glad you said, that actually. Because, well…I imprinted on you. That day we met.” He let out a huge breath, his eyes glowing for a moment before settling again, as though things were shifting back into place within him now that he’d finally gotten it off of his chest. “I…I imprinted on you. You’re…well, if you accept me…you’d be my mate someday. But again, I understand if…if that’s not something you want.”
You stared at him for a long moment, letting the information settle in your mind before you rushed into his arms, pulling them around yourself and resting your cheek against his shoulder. “I want that, Wyatt. I want you. I…”
“Oh thank the moon.” He let out a relieved sigh, holding you tighter and letting his head rest against yours. “This is going a lot better than I thought it would.”
“Good. But uh…there actually is one more thing.” You pulled away from him to look at him. “You haven’t been the only one keeping secrets.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not human, Wyatt.”
He took a long inhale, as though he was trying to get a whiff of what you actually were, deep down, but the glamour did a lot of things, one of which being it covered your natural scent. “You smell human.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, I bet. I…I think it’s probably just easier to show you.” You lifted a hand, summoning your magic to your fingertips and letting it cascade down your face and hair, taking off the glamour you’d used to hide for so long. You got a little choked up, tears welling in your eyes as you revealed yourself, your true self, for the first time in a very, very long time, purple hair cascading down your shoulders.
His expression melted as soon as he saw your tears, cupping your face in his warm hands and resting his forehead against yours, memorizing this new scent of yours. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. I…I love you (Y/N).”
You choked on a sob, meeting his eyes. “I love you, too.”
“So you’re…you’re a witch?” He asked carefully.
You nodded against him. “I’m a Moonborne. My family’s coven is from here. Willa was right. We…we abandoned you. I don’t know why they didn’t stay here and it took us so long to come back, but—”
“But you’re here now. And you’re mine. And…you’re not going anywhere this time, right?” he checked, eyes searching your own for confirmation that this was permanent.
“Right.” You nodded, whispering your promise to him. “We’re staying right here.”
He admired you for a long moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours, careful not to get you with his fangs. You melted against him, kissing him deeply as fireworks went off in the sky. When you returned to the friend group in a few moments, you knew everything would change. They would know who you really were, your secret would be out on the table and Wyatt would be your boyfriend.
But really, there was no way you would rather have it.
You and Wyatt walked back into the dance, hand in hand, your hair bold and purple. The others cheered, supportive and excited for you on all accounts.
“Love the new look!” Bree complimented. “But how did you do your hair so fast?”
“I’m…I’m a witch, you guys. I’m sorry I hid it from all of you for so long, but…my parents and I have been chased out of so many homes and Seabrook is the first place that’s actually felt…safe.”
“You’re a witch?” Wynter asked, looking you up and down.
And while you expected Willa to change her opinion of you once again, her expression softened too. She got it. You knew she would. “Witch or human or anything else…you’re part of our pack, (Y/N). Thank you for showing us who you really are.”
You took a long breath, giving Wyatt’s hand a little squeeze, which he reciprocated, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Though you had been afraid of Seabrook and what you might find there, now, you knew it was where you were meant to be. It had been your ancestor’s home, and now it was yours, and you knew it would be for the rest of your life.
~ CUDDLES. our soft boy is cuddley af. Cuddling with you makes him feel like he’s protecting you from everything, which is pretty much his favorite thing to do.
~ He’s also sneaking from the cave to your house just to get a hug from you after the pack goes hunting.
~ ALL of the pack loved you since Wyatt introduced you, except for Willa. You’re human, so she needed a long time to trust you with her brother; but eventually she sees you as a part of the pack.
~ Wyatt is VERY protective of you; as I mentioned earlier, he LOVES feeling like he’s protecting you from everything in the world. He would do anything for you, if someone or something hurts you or make you miserable, he would find them and teach them what people get for messing with his girl\boy.
~ He is also a little possesive of you. Not in a bad way, he just makes sure you have his scent all over yourself so every wolf, zombie and human being around will know that you’re his and he’s yours.
~ Your parents walked in on you laying in your bed with Wyatt’s head on your chest and your arms wrapped around him A LOT; He loves listening to your heartbeats and the feeling of being in your arms after hunting. (you do force him to shower before that though)
~ FALLING ASLEEP IN HIS ARMS. You love the warmth of his body and how protected you feel when he hugs you, and he loves how he can protect you and how calm and relaxed you look when you sleep, not to mention his amazement at how small you feel in his arms, so you two do it a lot.
~ Being the 2nd cutest couple in Seabrook High, right after Zed and Addison.
~ Getting teased by your friendgroup A LOT for being so unrealistically ADORABLE.
~ Having the cutest nicknames for each other- “moonlight” and “sunshine” are your (and his) favorites for some reason- but you call each other “my wolfy” and “my human boy\girl” a lot. (Addison laughs at you every. single. time.)
~ He’s sneaking around just to hug you from behind when you take your books from your locker
~ You do the same to him.
~ Overall you’re the cutest couple ever and I want to have your relationship.
