anonymous asked:

What if Stiles and Derek's first kiss is post-nogitsune? Would he feel like a thief? Would he mourn the body that Derek never held? Would each brush of fingertips or kiss to his temple be a betrayal? They'd probably talk about the scars too. Derek would understand-- to an extent. But he grew up not without his history on his skin so he'll never understand how it feels to have that ripped away.

Their lips brush and Stiles turns away a second later, breaths shallow, hands twitching against the folds of Derek’s shirt. There’s warm breath on his cheek, the ghost of beard still so close and all Stiles can think is that he wants this. He wants this. And…

It’s wrong.

Those fingers, twitching against Derek’s shirt, smooth and uncalloused. The scar that used to live above his third knuckle just a burn-hot memory in his mind.

Everything still feels off in his body, out of balance, and he remembers the way Derek used to look at him. All tension and frustration in ways he couldn’t start to make sense of. And now Derek’s lips are in reach, a short turn away, and he’s murmuring out “Stiles…?” and all Stiles can think is…

“Do you want me?”

He can feel the stall in Derek’s thoughts like a physical reaction, and he wonders if there was a subtle tell or if… if he’d just felt it, inside, the confusion a flicker of chaos in Derek’s chest. Can he do that? Feel chaos? The Nogitsune drank it in and Stiles…

“Stiles,” Derek breathes again, a quirk of amusement in his tone. Thumbs smooth down his hips and Stiles fights the urge to rise into the contact. “Thought I’d just answered that question.”

And Stiles could leave it at that, asked and answered. Except…

There should be a scar on his hip, long and thin, from a fence he’d scaled once and dropped down five times faster. Derek should be feeling that right now, that piece of Stiles’ history, that stupid ten year old adventure laid out across his skin. But the skin’s smooth. Blank slate.

He shivers, gripping tighter into Derek’s shirt.

“No, I––” He can’t think of how to explain it. The thoughts are a choked feeling in his throat, a twist in his gut. Something like guilt and fear and he doesn’t even know what answer he wants when he leans back enough to find Derek’s eyes and say: “Since when? Did you… I mean, before…”

He’s not sure Derek knows what he means, but there’s a hint of flush under that dark beard suddenly, and Stiles gets a little bit lost in the contrast.

“Last summer.”

“Last––?” It pulls Stiles back, his eyes startling up. That was… most of a year, that was before…

A sick lurch sets him falling back out of Derek’s grip. Too-smooth fingers (uncalloused) slip too easy from Derek’s chest. His sneaker-covered feet might as well be walking over glass and he’s being dramatic except that he’s really not. Because if Derek wanted him last summer…

“That wasn’t me.” It sounds wrong as he says it, stupid, because… he was there that summer. He remembers every moment spent with Derek, researching the Alphas, searching for hints of Boyd and Erica. Charged smirks and snark and quiet moments that felt more comfortable than they should. He remembers the moments before summer too, when the thought of Derek made his heart pound and his body thrum in a way that could have only meant fear, except it hadn’t only been fear. He’d been scared of the Alpha too, and the hunters, and that coil of electric heat only sparked through his gut for Derek. He remembers that, like he remembers the scars that aren’t there anymore, and he can’t help running his too-soft fingertips over the smooth flesh of his knuckle as he breathes out, faint and lost, “…Was that me?”

There’s a too long pause while the question burns back into his throat, buzzing through his limbs like a current until he realizes he’s shaking from them. Was that him? Helping Derek track the Alpha pack? Helping Scott learn to control his wolf? Sitting by his mom’s hospital bed, watching her lose the long war to her illness, pieces of her flaking away like old scars, like a whole identity, like––

A warm hand closes over his, large and gentle, grounding.

“It was you,” Derek says, simply. Like there’s no question, like nothing’s changed. Like Stiles hasn’t changed. 

But that’s wrong. He’s not the same person he was before the Nogitsune, and he’s not talking in the experiences change you, huh kind of way. He’d had scars before. He’d had… a whole life written on his skin. And then he’d crawled out from inside his possessed body’s throat, spawned out like some alien parasite or… clone and––

“My body died, back there.” Four months past, and he still can’t wrap his head around it. That he’d watched himself bitten and impaled, spasm and cracking and shatter to dust.

The scarred body. His real body.

And he was left in… this.

Long fingers uncurl, stretching out slow. Thin, pale digits fitting strangely perfect between Derek’s, and Stiles can only wonder what it would have looked like before.

“…What if I’m not real?” He watches Derek’s fingers twitch, barely perceptible, tightening like they’re fighting to hold onto him. And Derek’s lost enough in his life, too much. It’s a dick move to say this, to take anything else away from him, but… “What if the guy you wanted last summer… what if he died inside the Nogitsune, and I’m just––”


The sureness of it has Stiles’ throat clenching. He tilts his head, challenging. Finds Derek’s eyes again.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

Which is just… it’s stupid how that makes Stiles’ heart jump. Flutter around like it’s fighting to leap the distance between them and plaster itself all up against Derek’s stupid, muscled, secretly sweet as hell chest.

Which… yeah, that’s nearly a gross enough visual to stomp his fondness boner in the bud. He sets his jaw.

“Did you know I used to have a scar on––”

“Your right hand? Just above the third knuckle, a burn.”

Stiles’ argument stalls out. He blinks, finger shifting to rub over the space, but Derek’s is already there, soothing the phantom mark over his skin.

“I… was eleven.” Because silence has never been safe for him. Because noise distracts from the too-easy pleasure rippling up his arm. “First time I tried cooking dinner for me and dad. Mac and cheese, it… didn’t go great.” He wets his lips. Looks away “Or… the other me did, I don’t––”

You did.” And Derek still sounds so damn sure. Stiles wants to believe him. He parts his lips, can’t. Because––

“Stiles, I’ve never had scars on my skin. I… can’t relate to what it’s like to lose them. But the things that have happened to me… they’re not any less real because I can’t see them. Every bullet, cut, punch I’ve taken…” He might sense the wince forming on Stiles’ face, and shakes his head, shrugging that off like it’s not important. But that’s an argument for another day. “Every scar life gave you… they’re still there. You’re still carrying them, inside you.” He flits his eyes down Stiles’ frame, then away, finger soothing over the ghost burn. “There are plenty no one would have ever seen anyway. But they made you. Who you are, and who you are…” He shakes his head, looks back to meet Stiles’ eyes squarely. “You recognized me when I was a teenager. That’s the same person who recognized me in the preserve.” Stiles feels his face heat because… even knowing Derek’s a werewolf now, he’d never put together that Derek would have heard his fangirl moment to Scott after Derek had walked away.

Before he can speak up, though, Derek’s going on. “You tracked me to Mexico. Faced down the Calaveras to save me. That’s the same person who stared down the Argents, drove a Jeep into a kanima, who hit an Alpha with a wooden baseball bat––”

“Two Alphas,” Stiles cuts in, because props, ok? “Two, that were…” His free hand mimes squishing, and Derek’s lips twitch.

“Two,” he agrees, and Stiles can’t not smile back. Just for a second –– fond, helpless –– then he’s ducking his head. Derek sighs, catches his chin. Guides it up until their gazes lock again.

“That was you,” he says, so firmly Stiles can’t help believing this time. “Was the man who clawed his way out of his own possession. Followed Scott’s howl back to the real world. And whatever happened to your body, whatever… magic gave you a new one, Stiles came out with it. Your scars are still there, just…” His fingers trail to Stiles’ chest, and something thumps out eagerly to meet them.

“Inside,” Stiles breathes, and the way Derek’s eyes warm makes him shiver with a proud ripple of pleasure.

“Inside,” Derek echoes. Runs a thumb light along Stiles’ lip. “You could have come out of the Nogitsune looking like anything. Wouldn’t change who you are.”

And damn, Stiles has fallen for a goddamn poet in a grumpy wolf’s body. …But then, Stiles is pretty sure he’d known that already.

His fingers go up, curl gently into Derek’s shirt.

“But… you like this body,” he prompts, and Derek gives an exasperated huff, pulling him in.

“I like this body,” he confirms, and it doesn’t feel wrong to hear that.

When Derek kisses him this time, Stiles doesn’t pull away.

A wet nose pressed into his cheek startles Stiles from sleep. He wipes with dampness left behind and tries to slip back under, but the wet nose is insistent. 

Gingerly opening his eyes, Stiles struggles to focus on the big black wolf sitting by the side of the bed.

“Wuh time ‘s it?” 

The wolf chuffs. Stiles turns his head to look out the window. Moonlight streams through the windows, illuminating the end of the bed. Stiles turns back to the wolf.

“You wanna snuggle Derek?” 

Derek presses his nose back into Stiles’ cheek, then jumps on the bed. Stiles rolls over to drag back the covers.

“Come on Der, snuggle time with Stilinski.”

Derek throws Stiles an unimpressed look before crawling under the covers. Turning back around he crawls up and flops against Stiles, resting his head on Stiles’ pillow. Derek rumbles in happiness as Stiles wraps himself around the wolf.

“Comfy fluffy wolf pillow”, he whispers into Derek’s fur.

Derek rumbles back in contentment, and both man and wolf tumble into slumber.

anonymous asked:

omg, i never want you to stop writing!!! your scenarios are so good <3 could i request a neighbor wonho au?!

it was his birthday and im a bit late,,,but here take this neighbor au as my apology monbebe’s ;;~

  • such a good, wholehearted person that like recycles and cleans up trash around the apartment complex and makes sure that kids don’t cross the street on a red light if they’re not with their parents
  • has the heart of a soft angel but the muscles,,,,,,of like an champion athlete but that makes it even better instead of a friendly giant he’s a friendly,,,,,,,,strong person LOL
  • the older ladies are always so shocked to see wonho at the neighborhood farmers market on the weekends but there he is. buying some organic lettuce and honey or something,,,,,maybe a new potted plant for his kitchen
  • his apartment is really pretty,,,,like he keeps it really clean and he has this light blue color scheme going on
  • but also,,,,,,,,has like a liquor cabinet and if he rolls up his sleeves you’ll be shocked to see tattoos covering his arm,,,,,pretty flowers and hangul quotes,,,,,,things like that
  • isn’t it amazing how he’s own like fifty pound weights but also mason jars full of four-leaf clovers he’s found like what???? a great mix 
  • and you don’t really talk to him or know much about him, aside from the fact that you once thought his tattoos were cool from afar 
  • so when you end up outside of your apartment building late at night, you’re actually trying to wash some graffiti off the side of the building 
  • you’re shocked when you hear someones voice fo “oh, let me help!”
  • and you turn to see wonho there, who looks like he’s just coming home from the gym. he drops his bag and takes on of the rolls of paper towel you have with you
  • and you’re like,,,,,,well you’re like “oh you don’t have to help-”
  • but he smiles, and you see how handsome he is up close with straight white teeth and sparkling eyes
  • and he’s like “good neighbors should keep the apartments clean together!!”
  • but see the problem isn’t actually that he’s helping you the problem is,,,,the reason you’re cleaning off the graffiti isn’t because you wanted to do your part in society,,,,,,,,,
  • it’s because that was an old piece of yours and now you wanted to draw over it
  • so it’s a bit awkward standing there with this prince-like neighbor of yours happily scrubbing away your art and,,,,,when you’re both done he goes “let me help you carry all of this back to your apartment!!” 
  • and you panic a bit because he goes for your backpack (which is ofc, full of spray paint cans) and you’re like wAIt,,,but it’s too late because wonho picks up the bag and
  • out comes the cans, tumbling to his feet out of the open bag and you’re like “um - u m”
  • and wonho looks at them, then you, then the clean wall and it clicks in his head and you’re like
  • “listen - i never said i was cleaning it as a service to the neighborhood-”
  • but wonho puts up his hand and he’s like “it’s ok,,,,,,” and you’re like “well im just going to take-” and you reach out for the bag
  • but suddenly it’s dangling over your head as wonho holds it up and you’re like UM HOW ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD THAT IN ONE HAND WHAT THE-
  • and he’s like “ill return it, but first you need to promise me something”
  • and you’re like what in the world is he going on about but when you try to jump up for your bag wonho is like “nope, promise me first”
  • and you’re like Fine ok WHAT and he’s like “whatever you graffiti, it isn’t going to be offensive ok?” and you look at him and you’re like,,,,,i wasn’t planning on making it offensive
  • and wonho is like “i know,,,,,but please don’t make it vulgar either kids in the neighborhood shouldn’t have to-”
  • and you laugh a little because you’re like he really is one of those people that’s always looking out for others and wonho pouts because hey, he’s being serious
  • and you’re like “i would never graffiti something like that, my speciality is drawing animals,,,,i was thinking to do like a wolf or something!” and wonho is like “a scary wolf?” and you’re like no LOL a cartoony one im not a serious artist or anything
  • and wonho hands you back your bag and he’s grinning now because hey,,,,a cartoon is ok,,,,that sounds cute
  • and you’re like “you can stay and watch just in case” and you’re half-joking
  • but somehow he does stay and he’s actually kind of even interesting in how graffiti works and you’re like “well first is your outline, and then you color it in!” and you even pass him a can so he can help you out
  • and when you’re done it’s like a cute wolf cub sitting in some flowers 
  • and wonho is like “it’s so,,,,cute,,,” and you’re like “see, graffiti isn’t all that bad” and wonho is like “no, it’s fun!!! you really showed me a new side to it”
  • and you both go back inside the building but as you’re in the elevator wonho is like he looks down at his spray-stained hands and he’s like “not to annoy you anymore, but ,,,,,how do i get this off?”
  • and you giggle and you’re like “i know a method”
  • and you invite wonho over to your place and for someone so handsome and strong he becomes really shy and polite being in your house and it’s so adorable how he stands with his hands in front of him like a kid
  • and when you tell him to give you his hands so you can run them under the water first,,,,you notice his ears go red
  • and you’re like ???? he’S THE ONE THAt’s acting shY??? with a face and a body like that????
  • but it warms your heart tbh,,,,and once you get his hands all clean wonho thanks you with a bow and you’re like
  • as you walk him out into the hall you’re like “if i need help cleaning again, should i be ok with finding you?”
  • and wonho seems surprised at how forward you are, but then a smile settles in on his face and he’s like “yes!! today was fun but,,,,,,”
  • and you tilt your head in anticipation and wonho’s like “,,,,but you can also just find me to,,,,,hang out a bit more,,,,,,,,,and you know not graffiti in the middle of the night bUT only if you want!!” 
  • and you grin and are like “are you saying i could ask you out?” and wonho,,,,,at the word date just blushes again but shrugs his shoulders and is like “,,,,yes?”
  • and it’s cute you’re like “ill think about it!~” with a wink and wonho feels like someone just shot an arrow through his chest,,,,,,,,,,how are you doing this to him????? 
I Will Never Forget You

Originally posted by smilefortheliving

“Johnathan’s whereabouts have been located and he is heard to be in Edom”. Silence filled the room as Alec gave his speech to the whole institute. “Our main priority is to bring Johnathan back to Idris…dead or alive. I, personally, will take my team there and successfully follow out with this mission. Everyone else, you’re my eyes and ears. If Johnathan is seen or heard from by anyone at all I want to know about it, no matter how small the detail is. Everything matters…dismissed”. With that final word everyone, slowly, returned to their work stations and resumed with their work.
“We are meeting Magnus later on today to summon the demon who will take us there. Guys, this is an extremely dangerous mission, we might not all make it”, Jace said as he put his arm around Clary.
“God you are such a drama queen”, I said trying to lighten the mood whilst winking at Jace.
Alec came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, feeling his warm embrace was reassuring.
“I’m bringing Simon”, Izzy demanded. Before Alec could start refusing she finished, “If there is a chance I’m not gonna make it I want to be with him”. I tightened my grip around Alec’s hand, telling him to just agree. Why shouldn’t Izzy be with the one she loved, especially at this time. I had Alec by my side, Clary had Jace.

Alec and Jace went to have one last meeting with the inquisitor before the mission. I went back up to mine and Alec’s shared room to get ready when Izzy and Clary knocked on the door.
“You ready to kick ass?”, Izzy asked as she jumped onto my bed.
“When am I not?”, I grabbed my weapon holsters and wrapped them around my waist and legs.
Clary sat next to Izzy, “How are you feeling?”, she asked with a hint of sympathy. I lived life as a mundane for the first 16 years of my life, I had only been a Shadowhunter for 3 years. My parents didn’t know anything about the shadow world, all they knew was that I was going through a gothic phase with an obsession with ‘weird looking tattoos’. I always made sure that I made time to see my family, however that was ripped away from me a few months back. Johnathan had killed them, whether it was an attempt for answers…I didn’t know. All I knew was that it was evil.
I took a deep breath before answering, “Truthfully…I’ve never felt more ready”.

We met up with Magnus in the courtyard of the institute.
“The demon I’m summoning is a greater demon. He will ask what he gets in return in which we will offer a trade of his choice. You do not break the circle at ANY point. Do you all understand me?”. Sheepish nods were given from everyone as we stood in a circle at different points of the pentagram. We joined hands and Magnus said the words. There was a loud cracking noise like really close thunder and a gush of strong wind whirled around us forming a grey looking cloud in the centre of the circle.
A deep booming voice echoed, “Who dare summon the great Azazel”.
Magnus was speechless, he had summoned demons before but not ones as powerful as Azazel as it was a death wish. He finally spoke with a stutter, “A-Azazel, it is I, Magnus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn. We would like acceptance to enter Edom”.
Azazel laughed, “And what do I get in return of this?…”, he thought for a minute. “I get one special memory from each of you with the person you cherish the most”.

Izzy went first, it appeared in front of us like a projection. It was of her first date with Simon, he had taken her to a Star Wars movie marathon at the movie theatre and although it wouldn’t have been her first choice for a date…or any of her choices for that matter, watching his face light up in the hope of her liking something he enjoyed so much was all she cared about. She started crying after the memory had disappeared and Simon was trying to hold back the tears.

He was next, it was of the both of them sitting in the Jade Wolf. It had just been after there first date and they had gone there from the movies for a ‘romantic’ meal/the only place Simon could afford. She was trying to reassure him that she loved Star Wars even though she got all the questions wrong from the quiz he made her do. But he didn’t say that she was wrong, he realised that she was trying for him and that was all he needed.

Clary’s memory was of her trying to teach Jace mundane driving. He kept stalling the car and even nearly ran an old lady over as he got the accelerate and brake pedal mixed up. All Clary did was sit there and hysterically laughed, she was the one who was meant to be guiding him but she couldn’t even see the road from the tears forming in her eyes from how hilarious she found the whole thing. But it was special to her because it finally shown something that Jace Herondale couldn’t do, and she loved him even more for that.

Jace’s was simple, it was his first kiss with Clary. From the outside it didn’t look like anything special and it certainly didn’t look romantic as they were covered in demon blood and surrounded by bodies however for Jace, it was when he finally realised that Valentine was wrong. All his life he was taught that to love is to destroy and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed but this moment proved that not be true. It proved that love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger.

Magnus was the next person in the circle and it wasn’t hard to guess where he was and what he was doing. He was in his apartment…in his blue chair…with a glass of whisky in his hand with the rest of the bottle not too far away. He was accompanied by Camille Belcourt, the person who he had loved for centuries, and one of his closest friends, Ragnor Fell. He had lost them both to Valentine’s army and the number of warlocks were decreasing. It was a memory of old times, it was his memory of the only people he once called family.

After it had disappeared into the grey smoke, it was Alec’s turn. It was the night of our first time, luckily it didn’t show anything inappropriate but it was the lead up to it. It was passionate and it was the first night we opened up to each other. I opened up about my family and he opened up about his feelings and told me how he felt, it was the first night he realised that he could love and he could actually have a happy ending. His grip on my hand became tighter as he watched that memory vanish forever.

It was finally my turn, it shown the night I introduced Alec to my parents. I brought him round to my parents house and we all had dinner. My dad was so protective and asked him loads of questions and the look of panic on Alec’s face was priceless! It was the only time I had actually seen his scared of someone, my mum loved him. She said he was kind and she knew that he was the one for me. It was the night I realised that Alec was my soul mate. I wanted to break the circle and just run to my room. When my memory had gone I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I just burst into tears. Alec didn’t know what to do, he wanted to come and comfort me but we couldn’t break the circle.

He started shouting, “Y/N it’s gonna be okay!”. I looked at him but I couldn’t hear anything else, the thunder noise grew louder and louder and we were swept up for a second and crashed back down onto the ground. It took a minute for me to get to my feet but when I did I realised we weren’t in the courtyard of the institute anymore. We were in Edom. It was dull, everywhere was near enough pitch black apart from fire and flames that lit the place up a bit. The screams, roars and screeches of demons filled the atmosphere. But we didn’t have time to take the beautiful surroundings in as demons came running towards us from every direction.
“GUYS QUICK”, I shouted, grabbing my seraph blade from my holster, as they were all only just recovering from the fall.

After several arrows, knives, blades and axes had been thrown there was only 1 figure in the distance and we all knew who it was. So much anger and hate grew inside of me. Alec recognised this and pulled me back by gabbing my arm. Johnathan started to run at us, I jolted out of Alec’s grip and ran at him.
“Y/N NO!”. Alec shouted behind me but nothing was enough to stop me now. Our blades clang together as they collided in the air. I swung for his stomach, he defended himself. He swung for my face, I ducked. He kicked the blade out of my hands, knowing I had no other weapons left I swung my fist and it made contact with his face. He stood back, wiping the blood away from his bust lip. I picked up my blade from the ground and readied myself again. I looked over at the others, more and more demons were circling them.
“Do you even remember them?”. I asked, squinting my eyes in hatred. We walked in circles facing each other, like lions prowling and waiting for the other to make the next move. “Do you remember slaughtering my parents?”, I spat the question out with as much poison I could muster.
He smirked and lunged towards me, knocking me to the ground. He stood over me, gliding his finger tips on the surface of his seraph blade. Every move was threatening.
“I do remember killing your parents. I remember their screams and their pathetic plea to spare their lives, it was music to my ears. I rather enjoyed killing them, watching them suffer. You see I did it because of you, I wanted you to crumble. You were the one that I was most worried about, you were strong and powerful but once I killed them, I took that all away. Now you’re pathetic and weak because thats what happens when you love someone. I’ll slaughter Alec and everyone of your friends until everyone you care about is dead”, his smirk took form of a full smile now.
Rage filled inside of me, he did not get to take the rest of my family away from me. I kicked at both of his legs and he fell on his back letting out a grunt. I grabbed my blade and stood over him.
“I forgive you. Because I feel sorry for you. You’ve never loved and you’ve never been loved. You’ll never have something special with anyone…”. I crouched down and looked him in the eye, “…that’s weakness”. I drove my sword into his chest and backed away, watching the black demon blood spill from his mouth and run from his wound. Then he lay motionless. I heard footsteps grow louder and louder behind me but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Johnathan’s body.
“Y/N are you okay?! Are you hurt?”. Alec pulled me into a tight hug and then assessed my body to see if there were any wounds. All the others caught up and stared at the body that lay before them.
Alec noticed that I was in shock, “He can’t hurt you anymore”.
“He said he was going to kill you guys…I couldn’t lose you too”. I burst into tears and buried myself into his chest.

After I had calmed down, Magnus arranged us into a circle again to summon Azazel so we could get home. The thunder and the smoke came once again and the booming voice echoed.
“If you wish to go back, someone must pay the price”.
Magnus spoke, elements of curiosity and worry visible in his voice, “And what would that be?”.
Azazel broke into a laugh, “I want more than one memory. From one of you I want your entire memory and knowledge of the shadow world”. Izzy gasped.
“Azazel please, there has to be something else you could desire from us”, Jace pleaded but it was no use. Azazel had made up his mind and it was final.
No one spoke for a while, we were allowed to break the circle until we made a decision, Azazel could take form in Edom so he didn’t need to stay in the pentagram.
“I’ll do it”, I whispered, too quiet for anyone to hear.
“What?”, Alec asked coming closer to me.
“I’ll do it”, I shouted so that everyone could hear me.
Alec flipped, “NO NO NO! You’re not doing it and thats final”.
“Alec if I forget about the shadow world, I forget about knowing how my parents died”.
“Y/N if you do this you will be a mundane-“.
I cut him off, “Alec I was a mundane for 16 years of my life”. I walked and placed a hand on his cheek, “I’ll be okay”.
Jace walked closer to me, “Y/N you can’t do this, we can find another way”.
“Jace we know there isn’t another way, we can’t compromise with a greater demon…You guys have been in this world way longer than me, I’ve only been here for 3 years-“.
This time Alec interrupted “You’ll forget about me…you’ll forget about all of us”. He was crying, he was too upset to hide it and there wasn’t a dry eye from anyone.
“Alec I will never forget you. And in my heart I will always be sure that I will never forget any of you”. I turned to face him and lifted his chin up so his eyes met mine. “I can’t express how much I love you Alec. You are my everything. But I have to do this, for me..and I can’t let anyone else do it, it’s not fair”.
“I’ll do it, just please don’t do it. I need you, you’re the only person I have ever loved and you’re the one who taught me how. I can’t do any of this without you. Please Y/N”. Every word made everything harder and harder to the point where I was uncontrollably crying.
“We’ll meet again Alec. I’m sure of it. We have something so special t-that it will make us find our…our way back to each other”. I tried to smile as I lifted his head up again, “And hey, we can fall in love all over again and it will be the most amazing thing”.

After we had a minute, I wiped my tears away and turned to the others to see Clary gasping for air in Jace’s arms because she was crying that bad. Jace was staring at me with tears rolling down his face and Izzy and Simon were buried into each other. Magnus stood with Clary, looking down at the floor.
I moved from Alec’s side, ready to say my goodbyes.

I went to Magnus first, “Bye poppet…I will always look out for you, I promise”.
“You always have”, I smiled, making my grip on our hug get tighter. “Thank you for everything Magnus, I can’t thank you enough for what you have done for me”.

Next was Clary, she went from Jace’s arms to mine, still hysterically sniffling into my shoulder. “My little ginger nut! Don’t cry, everything is going to be fine”. I held in the urge to cry will her because I knew things weren’t going to be fine, far from it. “Thank you for being the best best friend. You’ve grown so much and I’m so lucky I got to witness that. You’ve gone from the clumsy oaf that I knew from the get go that I wanted to be best friends with to one bad ass demon slayer that I am in awe over! I love you”.
She pulled away, wiping her hair away from her face, “Thank you for being the best best friend a girl could ask for”. I gave her another tight hug and a kiss and then it was Jace’s turn.

He gathered me in his arms and held me tight. “Thank you so much for protecting me all these years Jace. No matter what the situation you always had my back, you don’t know how much it all meant to me”.
“Hey what are big bros for”, he winked as he let me go. I always said Jace was like the big brother I never had, he was always there ready to beat someone up whenever I was upset (that included Alec sometimes).

Next up was Simon, “The only vamp that I have ever liked!”, I said with a teasing smirk, “I never saw you as a vampire Simon, you were always just Simon to me. Whatever you were none of that mattered and I want you to remember that. But if you hurt Izzy I will find you…and I will kill you”. He nodded and smiled, appreciating the ‘Taken” quote, too upset for words. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, “When you pop the question make sure you take her to a star wars marathon, it will be so romantic!”. He had been planning on proposing to Izzy after the Jonathan situation had be handled. He nodded again and stepped back so I could get to Izzy.

“Where do I start with you Iz. You were the best parabatai I could’ve ever asked for. We were one and we will forever be one. I will always cherish and I will never forget our times together, like that time we both got ridiculously drunk and stumbled into the institute and your mum was stood waiting for us and you puked all over her shoes! She was so pissed”. She eventually formed a smile and stood to give me a hug.
She whispered in my ear, “We’ll be parabatai forever, no matter what”.
“No matter what”, I repeated.

Alec was the last one. I looked over to where I had left him, still slumped on the floor, staring in the same place. I walked over and knelt next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and he cuddled me into his chest.
“You were my first love…the first person I have ever loved…the person I will always love. I love y-you Alec Lightwood, and nothing will ever make me forget that. This isn’t the end for us”.
We just sat there, in each others arms. That was until Azazel’s voice was heard again, “Have you come to a decision?”. He really was evil.
Everyone stood. I kissed Alec, wrapping my hands around his neck. It was the most passionate kiss we had ever had and it felt like it lasted for hours. We broke off and formed the circle again, “You can take my memories, just get me and my friends home”. Azazel spoke a language that none of us recognised and we started to lift from the ground again.
“Y/N! I LOVE YOU”. Alec screamed over the thunder.


“Module 2 exam is on Monday folks so please use this weekend to revise and don’t leave it last minute, class dismissed”.
I walked out of college and headed to the library to get a head start on my studying when someone walked into the side of me, knocking me and all of my books to the floor.
“Hey watch where you’re going jerk!”. I shouted, picking myself up.
“I’m so sorry, here let me help”.
I got up and dusted the mud off my jeans. The guy stood up from picking my books up and my knees went weak. He was so tall and so gorgeous, messy dark hair and deep brown puppy dog eyes. He did an adorable smirk, obviously knowing that I was staring at him.
“Th-thanks for picking my books up”.
“Oh yeah no problem”, he handed me them back and our hands touched. I was freaking out on the inside but tried to keep my cool on the outside.
I kept staring, it was weird. I recognised him but I had no clue who he was, “Have we ever met before? There’s just something about you that seems so familiar”.
He scratched behind his head and smiled adorably, “I’m sure I would have remembered…well it was nice-“.
Before I could process what I was going to say my words came out like word vomit, “Do you fancy getting some coffee sometime or something?”. The minute I said it I regretted it, he was going to turn me down and it will officially be the worst and most embarrassing moment of my life.
He kept on smiling and he looked me in the eyes, “I would love to get coffee with you”.
I grinned so widely that I began to think that I started to look like a serial killer. “I’m free now?”.
“That’s perfect…here let me”. He took my books off me and carried them as we walked to the nearest coffee shop.
“I’m Y/N by the way”.

Today’s Anime Recommendation: Inuyasha

Inuyasha was the very first anime I ever stumbled across while flipping channels some 14-15 years ago. So understandably, this anime will always have a special place in my heart <3 

Inuyasha is about a half-demon .. named.. you guessed it.. Inuyasha.  Half Human-Half Dog Demon, sword wielding bad-ass.

This anime has everything.. Demons, Half Demons, Time traveling well jumper, Perverted monk with cursed hand, kick ass demon slayer chick with a giant boomerang, adorable but lethal animal sidekicks, walking dead ex lovers, Not-so brotherly love, bondage.(cuz lets face it that’s what that necklace is) “SIT”,  A wolf demon who’s got it bad, and a bad guy that just never seems to die and keeps making himself friends lolll 

Full of action, adventure, comedy, romance,drama.. lots of fillers of entertainment. I would go from laughing to being so freakin frustrated with Inuyasha that I wish I could jump in my tv and smack him myself. 

If you do decide to start up Inuyasha, I highly recommend watching All 167 episodes, plus the Final act episodes as well as the 4 movies. (do Final act Last)… obviously

You just can’t love it enough without the full package deal!! All together makes a wonderful story.. Follow the gang on their journey to Collect all the jewel shards and rid the world of the Shikon No Tama.

Chaos is a Ladder / 4

Summary: Heroes do stupid things and die. Jon Snow does especially stupid things. After so much loss, she doesn’t know how she’ll bear it if he dies too. What they’re doing here, now, in her bed, that can only make it worse, but she doesn’t care. It’s too late. She might as well enjoy the pleasurable moments where she can.

Rating: M


They’re a day’s ride from Winterfell when Daenerys blinks awake to find two bright, burning red eyes regarding her in silent evaluation. Behind her, Jon stirs without waking. Sometime in the night his arm ended up around her waist, and it tightens slightly, his skin warm on hers, but then he settles.

“Hello,” she says quietly into the watery morning light. The wolf’s ears stand at attention, alert, intelligence burning in the strange eyes. Solid white and massive, he doesn’t move, his eyes fixed on her. Even as Jon sighs behind her, Ghost doesn’t shift his attention. Watching the wolf carefully, Daenerys can’t help but wonder if this is an intentional meeting, his master slumbering behind her – a chance for Ghost to evaluate her and determine if she’s left wanting. If she’s good enough.

The thought gives her pause. It’s not a question she’s used to humoring, even when it comes to Jon. It isn’t a question of being good enough for him, or him being good enough for her. She knows the kind of man he is. She’s made no attempt to hide herself from him, and he’s still here, so he must know who she is.

But Ghost doesn’t. 

Slowly, Daenerys draws her hand from beneath the furs. It’s cold in the tent with the fires burned low, but cozy with Jon’s naked skin against hers, she barely feels it. Ghost regards her outstretched hand silently, not shying away as she gets closer, but not exactly welcoming her either.

He simply watches her.

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She Is A Very Good Muse

Originally posted by bangmybox


Note:I am always taking request! Also you can find this imagine on my Ao3.

Requested by Anon:” may i ask for an Alex hogh Andersen imagine? where YN plays his sister(Aslaug and Ragnar had a daughter) and Alex is super in love with her,barely managing to disguise on interviews and always posting pics of her on instagram,until he finally admits and they become a couple”

You are heading towards your trailer, you have just finished a scene with Marco. You play a Marco’s character, Hvitserk’s twin sister Hildred. Meaning you also played the sister of Jordan, David, Alexander, and Alex’s characters. All of you are pretty close, the main ones who hang out after shooting scenes is Marco, Alex and you. As of lately though, it ends up only being you and Alex. Not that you mind, for you have been smitten for the Dane for a while. In your own mind, Alex doesn’t return the feelings. But oh how wrong you are.

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you walked through the giant hall, taking in everything. your eyes found who they call ‘the young wolf’ sitting at the high table. and his eyes found you. he stared at you for a second and you couldent help but stare back. 

who said love at first sight wasnt real?


Brett Talbot x Reader

Requested by Anon

A/N: Maybe it isn’t as ‘nerdy’ as you wanted it. But I took the LOTR-subject and worked around that. Hope you like

Brett Talbot Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist


“Sit down now…” Brett sighed when you walked back and forth between the couch and the kitchen, gathering all the different snacks you wanted for your movie marathon.

You’d finally made time to watch all the Lord of the Rings movies during the night, without having either yours or his pack interrupting your rare alone time.

“I just need to get the lembas-bread I made for this special occasion.” You said proudly with a smile and the werewolf snorted loudly before he took your hand in his – and it was so big compared to yours. “We don’t need that bread, I promise you. We have a lot of other stuff.” Then he gestured towards the coffee table.

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  • here we go w the next monster in the monct house
  • the way sicheng appeared is a bit of a sad tail tale tbh
  • so as a werewolf, sicheng was a part of a pack deep in the woods behind monct’s house
  • he didn’t even know it was there tbh
  • in case this isn’t obvious,,, sicheng is the runt of his pack
  • and he basically gets picked on all the time especially by the alfa and the beta of the pack
  • like they make everything extra hard on him and basically scold him when he can’t do the impossible
  • and one day sicheng has just had enough like he’s terrified that his own pack members are going to go too far with their punishments and actually kill him
  • he used to be afraid of running away bc he knew that he would be officially classified as a rogue and his scent wouldn’t belong to any pack
  • he’d be on his own,,,, and treading back into any kind of pack territory would be an immediate death sentence
  • and he’s scared and alone,, but he knows this is what he has to do
  • a pack is supposed to be a family,,, and sicheng only feels like a prisoner
  • so one night he darts off
  • he’s the quickest werewolf in his pack, so this works in his favor
  • OH wait let’s describe the wv: werewolf visuals for a moment shall we
  • okay you know during johnny’s communication center when winwin looks super duper soft and his hair is that pretty shade of copper brown i know y'all sleep on his visuals but you have to remember look
  • bc when sicheng transforms into his wolf version, his fur is that same soft copper and his eyes are still big and curious to the world
  • and he’s limber, both as a wolf and as a human
  • but he isn’t the slyest,,,, and within ten minutes of running he can already hear his alfa howling from the pack headquarters
  • it’s threatening and scary and maybe ten minutes is a good head start in human speed but as a werewolf sicheng is doomed if he doesn’t find a hiding place quick
  • he darts to the left until he sees a light,,,,,, which he realizes is a human house
  • and…….. tbh………. he’s never seen a human before like he’s heard a bunch of legends about how they’re scary creatures who poke monsters w pitchforks and light werewolf homes on fire
  • so he’s highkey terrified to go anywhere near the house
  • but he needs to hide, so he squeezes through the doggy door in the back door of the house
  • and he panics once he’s in the house bc he can sniff humans and he’s terrified of them finding him so he runs up the stairs,,, into the first room he can find,,,, and he crawls under the bed
  • and he’s just hoping all the werewolves in his pack won’t come into the house,,, but he knows they can smell him,,,,,
  • so hesitantly he creeps out from under the bed and looks around for any kind of cologne or perfume
  • his eyes finally catch on an entire perfume shelf lol like whoever owns this room must collect them for the aesthetic or smth
  • sicheng just thinks he’s lucky
  • he transforms back into his human form and like grabs the vials,,,,, and just pours them all over his body,,,,,, and then he pours the rest into the carpet, transforms back into his wolf form,,,,, and rolls around in it to mask his natural scent
  • this is how you find him LOL
  • you had just gotten back from your classes and you can smell the absolute floral and fruity storm wafting from your room
  • and you walk in to see a wolf rolling around in spilled perfume
  • and tbh you’re a bit startled at first, but you’re even more startled when the wolf notices you and retreats to the corner of your room, its tail between its legs
  • “hey,,, doggo,,,, idk how you got in here but would you like some food? my moms got a whole t-bone steak in the freezer that i kinda don’t want to cook up so,,,, you can have it if you want”
  • and the wolf kind of cocks his head to the side as if it’s confused,,,,,,, and before your eyes the wolf forms into a boy,,, a rlly cute boy that is
  • and he pulls his knees up to his chest like “aren’t you going to poke me w a pitchfork for stealing your perfume?”
  • you kind of shrug like “look my grandma gets me new perfume every year for my birthday and christmas so i’m just glad they’re finally getting some use.”
  • “oh” and his voice is so soft and low like he geuinely looks scared of you,,,,, he keeps discreetly checking you out through his eyelashes, only to duck down when you make eye contact w him
  • “why’d you put it all on anyway?”
  • nd v v quietly and slowly, sicheng explains how he is a werewolf running away from an abusive pack,,,, and he’s afraid of being caught
  • and youre like dude!! don’t worry abt it let’s get you cleaned up and fed before i call some friends
  • so while sicheng takes a bath and gets all the dirt, grime, and fragrance off of him,,,, you call up human!doyoung,, who you know from university
  • “yo don’t you live at that monster house? can you take one more?”
  • doyoung agrees to set up a sleeping place for yet another monster
  • so when sicheng comes out of the bath, freshly clothed in an oversized sweater and some sweatpants you found, you grab his hand like “i found you a place to live!”
  • and he’s lowkey not rlly excited like he’s already met enough new people for one day thank you very much
  • but you’re persistent that these people will help him a lot more than you ever could
  • and you lowkey can’t have a boy at your house when your parents come home it just won’t end well
  • so sicheng agrees and you drop him off at the monct house
  • and the first to welcome him is zombie!yuta, who smells like a mix of rotting flesh and honey, and witch!mark, who is excited to meet his new roommate
  • and sicheng is pretty closed off for the first few days like he accepts the food doyoung slides under his door and then he sleeps the rest of the time
  • now listen,,,,, around the full moon,,,,, werewolves are forced to transform to like their top physical wolf form
  • and it isn’t like the soft wolves in the forest,,,, it’s like those creepy walking wolf creatures with elongated spines and long nails
  • and it hurts a lot,,,, but it can also make sicheng rlly horrible for the night like every wolf gets bloodthirsty and violent and just wants to kill
  • sicheng warns the rest of the boys abt this and they agree to lock him in a spare bedroom for the night
  • and none of them can sleep during the night bc sicheng is howling and whimpering and he sounds like he’s in so much pain
  • mark leaves in the middle of the night to his room to “work on something”
  • and shapeshifter!jaemin,, after nearly biting off his lower lip in worry, finally transforms into a puppy and toddles over to the bedroom to peak under the crack in the door
  • he barks for a bit,,,,,,, and it’s like the wolf in sicheng felt a bit of comfort
  • like wolves are pack creatures and can get super lonely, alright,,,, and sicheng’s been lonely his entire life like he’s never ever been comforted by anything or anyone before
  • and the rest of nct take after jaemin’s lead,,, like forest fairy!jeno does what he can to try and make passion flowers (which have been proven to calm a dog’s seperation anxiety) grow under the door
  • witch!mark comes out of his bedroom w a few potion vials under his arm and soot in his hair “i made some healing and sleeping potions for as soon as he’s out of there”
  • and doyoung calls you bc well,,, you knew sicheng first and he feels it’s important you know what’s happening
  • but when you get there they seem to have it under control
  • ghost!jaehyun slides through the walls every hour to update everyone on sicheng’s condition,,, and the worn out werewolf has fallen asleep to the sounds of jaemin speaking puppy talk to him and the sweet scent of the calming plants jeno keeps growing out of nervousness
  • the next day when sicheng comes out everyone is babying him hardcore
  • like vampire!taeil wraps a wool blanket around his shoulders and imp!chenle and imp!jisung decided to refrain from unscrewing the salt jar, just so sicheng could have a peaceful morning, and witch!mark is shoving potions down sicheng’s throat
  • even swamp monster!taeyong becomes motherly w his water bottles reminding sicheng to stay hydrated after his long night!!!!
  • and sicheng just starts crying???
  • invisible man!ten is like what did we do what did we do taeiL YOU MADE HIM CRY
  • but sicheng can only shake his head like “i’m not upset,,, i’m happy”
  • you dump an entire steak meal in front of him like eat this while you talk you need strength
  • but all of nct are waiting for an explanation
  • so sicheng just opens up abt his previous pack and how mean they were for no reason,,,, and he lifts his shirt to show everyone all the scars he has from their cruel punishments
  • and he looks at you, who nods for him to keep talking,,,,,, and sicheng finally looks at the rest of monct like
  • “you guys have shown me what a true pack is,,,, i’ve never felt this loved and safe,,,, thank you,,,”
  • and now it’s an entire monster crying fest like you write your number down on a note and leave it for sicheng before getting the heck out of there
  • bc when taeyong cries it’s like a mini flood and no one wants to be ankle-deep in that swamp water if they can help it
  • but everyone is so touched they can’t help it???
  • and after that sicheng is a lot less quiet around the boys and you
  • he helps cook and clean and sometimes gets caught chasing his tail when he’s bored
  • jaemin still transforms into a puppy whenever he wants just so wolf!sicheng has someone to run around with
  • and sicheng doesn’t call you bc he has no idea how to use a phone
  • taeil helps him w a lot of stuff like that
  • yuta tried to teach sicheng how to flirt but that rlly didn’t turn out great
  • turns out sicheng can’t flirt at all and has no idea how to act on a date like your first date consists of food cooked by taeil and then a nap on the couch
  • 10 outta 10 really you thought it was great
  • so yeah sicheng is still learning some stuff
  • but he learns rlly fast and his savagery skills even outdid the dreamies after he practiced a bit
  • he’s a great edition to the house
  • except when he transforms into a wolf and sits on the couch,,, he sheds everywhere and doyoung will not hesitate to chase him w a vacuum cleaner
  • yeah,,, and also,,,, after a few months sicheng stopped being able to smell his old pack,,,, so they must’ve left the woods to find a warmer home for winter
  • sicheng is so releaved and happy
  • he finally has a home and friends who love him and a person he highkey already has his heart he just doesn’t quite know what that means yet
  • so yeah,,, that’s werewolf!sicheng !!

this was fun to write! sorry there wasn’t much sicheng x reader! anyway, part of the collab w @trickortaeil ♥️

against the clock

More Kaider. Soulmate AU this time. It wasn’t supposed to get this long…

Rating: T
Genre: Romance and Friendship
Characters: [Kai and Cinder], Iko, Scarlet
Words: 9,033

Soulmate timers have been helping connect people who belong together for all time and still, Cinder gets the guy who can’t even figure out it’s her. kaider / soulmate au / modern au


“Cinder! My timer jumped!” Iko squealed, jumping on Cinder’s bed, her knees crashing atop Cinder’s torso and jerking her awake.

Cinder groaned and blindly shoved Iko away. Her friend let out an undignified screech and Cinder knew she had succeeded in pushing Iko off the bed. She grabbed the edge of her blanket and pulled it up towards her face, intent on hiding beneath it. Just as the soft fabric had grazed her face, it was ripped away and Cinder was forced to finally look at Iko, who was standing above the bed with her hands planted firmly on her hips.

“Iko, let me sleep,” Cinder muttered and rolled away towards the wall.

“It’s close to six days now!!” Iko said excitedly. “I went from like nine weeks to six days overnight! That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

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anonymous asked:

For the purposes of the art and fic contest, could you give me a list of your reasons why Remus Lupin is trans?

Sure thing friend!

  • Werewolves have a lot of parallels with the physical aspects of transness (lack of control over body, ebb and flow of the feeling of dysphoria etc.)
  • “Time of the month” puns like come on that’s amazing right
  • Remus is a very private person and in a conservative society like the wizarding world, it would make sense that he’d avoid getting close to people so they wouldn’t find out
  • “Werewolves shouldn’t be around our children”
  • Remus Lupin. His name is Wolf Wolf. You look me in the eye and tell me Remus John Lupin, punmaster extraordinaire, didn’t sit over books of wolf-related things with his friends night after night until they all settled on that fucking name
  • The dynamic of the Marauders coming together to support their friend offers a really nice, uplifting contrast in a world that’s not very accepting canonically of people who are “different” (Dumbledore might even be involved in that, getting Remus the right dormitory and such)
  • I’m trans and I love Remus Lupin

blame @rhaella

she runs.  she runs as fast as she can, runs runs runs because what else can she do?  she’s frightened and that’s what’s kept her alive so far.  running.  running a lot.  her legs hurt.  they’re short.

gendry’s legs were long.  she tries not to think of gendry.  he’ll probably die like ma and da.  and if gendry dies…

don’t cry don’t be a baby.  she has to be brave like arry is.  arry who is kind and brave and didn’t let them leave her behind.  will they kill arry too?  when they kill gendry, like they killed ma and da?

she keeps running.  her breath hurts too much to cry.  her heart is thump thump thumping in her chest and she can’t breathe anymore so she stops running and crawls into a bush to hide in case they come after her.

the woods are quiet.  she doesn’t know how far she ran, just that she did run.  they won’t be mad at her for running, would they?  she was frightened.  she didn’t want–the smell of blood, the shine of steel–she cries like the baby that she is, then stuffs her fist in her mouth because she’s truly on her own now and if she’s on her own and someone hears her crying, they may come and kill her and she doesn’t want to die.

but maybe she’ll die anyway.  she doesn’t know where she is.  that’s scary too.

she misses ma.  she misses arry, who was always nice to her.  she misses her bed, and the blanket that grandmama made for her, and laughing as da gave her peas to eat at dinner, but always popped them into her mouth like it was a game.  she missed feeling safe.  she missed knowing that things were all right.  because nothing’s all right–nothing will ever be all right.

a branch snaps behind her, and she hears a growl.

she squeaks like a little mouse, like a weasel, and closes her eyes.  she doesn’t want to know what it is that’s growling at her, what it is that’s about to eat her.  she feels the bush shake around her, and feels hot breath on her face, sniffing at her.  she lets out another sob it’s so close and–

she feels a tongue on her cheek, licking away her tears.  it doesn’t stop licking her, and when she opens her eyes again, surprised, she sees a wolf.  it has to be a wolf, it’s too big to be a dog, but she’s never seen a wolf.  her father always said wolves were dangerous, but this wolf seems nice, with big brown eyes.  it’s much bigger than she is, and it keeps licking her, and wagging its tail.

da said that dogs always remember your scent.  this wolf was like her uncle’s dog who always had known her from afar.  but she’d never met a wolf before.

the wolf sits down and keeps sniffing at her, nuzzling her neck, then her arm, and finally the palm of her left hand.  it lets out a whine that sounds almost sad as she licks every bit her hand–the hand that arry had always held while they’d been walking.  

she doesn’t know how she knows, but from the wolf’s whining, she’s sure that the wolf knew arry.  “i miss arry too,” she hears herself saying.  she never spoke to arry, or hot pie, or gendry.  she never said a word because.

but the wolf looks up at her with deep sad eyes and whines again, and she leans forward and wraps her arms around its neck.  arry kept her safe–maybe the wolf that liked arry too would as well.

Diana Prince x Reader

Tags~ @agent221b

“We should get a dog.” You told Diana as you sat on the couch together

Diana looked at you with confusion on her face. It had been a few months since you and Diana had started dating and it was interesting, to say the least. You had become part of the Justice League awhile back and you and Diana instantly clicked. And a few months after that you had asked her out.

“A dog? Like Cerberus?” She asked you and you nodded

“Yeah except it doesn’t have three heads and it’s nice.” You answered her and she nodded

“I see, then I agree we should get a dog.” She smiled at you and you hugged her

“Thank you!”

~A few hours later~

You groaned as you got home from work and noticed that Diana was gone. You shrugged figuring that she was still at work and dropped onto the couch. You closed your eyes and laid your head on the back of the couch enjoying the silence. A few minutes later you hear the door open and you open your eyes to see Diana walk in with a huge grin on her face.

“What are you so happy about?” You grinned at her and she looked at you

“I got a dog!” She announced and you raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of dog?” You asked her curious about her getting the dog on her own.

She moved away from the door so you could see the dog sitting behind her on a leash and collar around his neck. Except it wasn’t a domestic dog, it was a wolf. You shrieked and fell off of the couch. You cautiously got up and looked at the wolf sitting in your house.

“Is something wrong?” Diana asks you concerned and you look at her

“Ummm, you brought home a wolf, Diana.” You told her and she didn’t understand

“I don’t understand, I asked Bruce and he said this was a dog.” Diana informed you 

“Well, this dog is a wild dog, you know not safe to humans sweetie.” You tell her and she looks at the wolf.

“But he listens, see, Alexandros stand.” Diana commanded the wolf and he did as he was told.

She grinned at you and you smiled back at her not wanting to break her heart by making her take him back. 

“Alright, we can keep him, but if he starts acting wild he’s leaving. And we’re getting him a rabies vaccine ” You told her and her grin got even bigger.

She shut the door and walked over to you, giving you a hug. You smile and wrap your arms around her neck and look to Alexandros and he just wags his tail.

“I’m so glad you’re happy about our dog.” She tells you and pulls away

“He is cute, but I have a phone call to make.” You tell her and walk into your office

“Who are you calling?” She questions and you glare as you walk down the hall

“Bruce and I have are going to have a little chat.” You growled out