Chapter 1: Insufferable Silence
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CHAPTER 1
Soulmates. Universally sought after, exceedingly becoming more and more rare. You personally never understood the appeal. Feelings and emotions were hard enough to understand on their own without having echoes of your Soulmate’s moods pulsing in the back of your mind. Even though that sounds like a god forsaken nightmare to you, most people dream of the day that they’ll feel a soul prodding back at them through their thoughts. Apparently the better the match, the more clear you’re able to feel one another. Some confirmed pairs have even reported being able to see glimpses of places or experiences of their mates before meeting in person. Most people that had a living breathing soulmate started feeling them around the time the younger person hit teenage years. You personally wished that was the case for you, would have given you a little bit of normalcy growing up.
You never had the luxury of even doubting that the intense rage you randomly experienced on the daily was your own. For as long as you can remember you’ve been plagued with random, intense bouts of rage. Sorrow. Arrogance. Mostly rage. You try to keep it under lock and chain as deeply in your head as you can, but that has led to you having a rather isolated life. Your mother passed away shortly after you were born and your dad primarily locked himself in the garage doing freelance mechanic work.
Dad tried his best to provide for the both of you but he had an even harder time connecting to people than you did. Some of your fondest memories consisted of the few times Dad would let you stand in the garage with him and hand him tools.
“Hun, bring me that ball-joint splitter would yah?”
Your eyes snap up to your father’s hunched over form working on an ancient looking car before your nose and eyes scrunch up in confusion. Your eyes drift back to the work bench and you lift your tiny hand hesitantly towards the neat tools laying in their designated spots. Before your anxiety has a chance to manifest at your confusion, you hear your father’s heavy footfall as he closes the distance between you both with a soft chuckle. Although he had a hard time connecting with people, he had a hell of an easy time reading you like a book.
“Here, this lil’ one right there. Kind of a funky one.”
He gently pats your head with a grubby hand before grabbing the tool in question and heading back for the car. “Sweetheart, why dontcha go heat up one of those freezer pizzas for yourself. I’m going to be out here for a long time. Douchebag needs this old piece of junk fixed up by noon tomorrow. Damn rich people.” Your father grumbles to himself as he leans back under the hood. Your lips tilt up slightly with affection before you turn and leave the garage with a soft hum. Your father was a man that showed affection through actions rather than words and that suited you just fine. You flip on the oven to start preheating and shuffle over to the freezer, grabbing one of the little cheap pizzas that made up half of your diet. You didn’t typically eat much of it. Eating more meant getting sleepy. Getting sleepy meant falling into that dark abyss. That pain .
As if on queue, a yawn rips itself free of your mouth and you rub at your eyes. Nope. You can still go a few more days. ‘You can and you will!’ You nod to yourself to hype yourself up and drag one of the dining room chairs into the tiny kitchen. You eye the garage door wearily before hopping up onto the seat and opening the tall cabinet your father kept the medicine in. You find the yellow little box in the back marked ‘caffeine’ and rip open the tab, grabbing a little metal sleeve of the tiny pills. The oven beeps to alert you of the correct temperature and you nearly hop out of your skin as the sound pulls you from your thoughts. You put the box back where it was and carefully shove the little sleeve of medication into your pocket. After putting the chair back and sliding your food into the oven you set an alarm on your phone and dart up to your room. Safely behind the closed door you head to the little dingy nightstand by your mattress on the floor. Rather than open the drawer, you get down on your knees and reach underneath the little table. You bring out a prized little can of redbull and crack it open. You bring the can to your lips and savor a little sip as you flutter your eyes shut. It’s subtle, but you can tell it would be a bad night. It felt as if a tornado filled with razors was trying to break it’s way through your mental walls. They were extra aggravated tonight. You hold your hand up to your chest and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. That only seems to poke the proverbial bear as you feel an even stronger sense of anger flare at your attempt to calm yourself. “Yeah.. I don’t like it either..” you mumble quietly as you reach into your pocket and pop one of the little pills before shoving it under your nightstand.
You take the pill and chug a bit more of your energy drink as your thoughts start to wander again. ‘It’s almost 9 at night… what could possibly be this frustrating..’ You sigh to yourself and rub at your face nervously, heading to the bathroom to splash some water in your face. Looking up and into the mirror sends another soft sense of anxiety straight to your stomach. Frankly? You look like shit. Your eyes look sunken in and you have dark circles around your eyes. ‘This is better than the alternative. I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.’ You pat your cheek with a final glance in the mirror. You could only avoid it for so long.
“Baby girl, I’m goin’ out of town for the evenin’. Old buddy o’ mine is paying for me to come fix one of his boats. Might be a few nights but I’ll stay in touch. Keep yer phone on you alright?” That got your attention. The house to yourself.. maybe you could actually try and get some sleep for once. The thought has your brain practically salivating at the idea of some rest. You nod at your father before going back to the schoolwork you were working on, attempting to drown out noisy chaos flitting around in the back of your mind. They were at it again apparently. Honestly, how does your ‘Soulmate’ even have the energy to be this angry all the damn time? It’s exhausting essentially watching it happen. Speaking of exhaustion.. your eyelids start drooping a few times before flitting back over to your father as he gets ready to leave. Your father walks up to you and runs his fingers through your long hair, sighing and getting that distant look in his eye that means the face you’re making was reminding him of mom.
“Get some sleep kiddo. I.. I’ll see you in a few days.” He swoops to give you a kiss on the head before heading for the front door. Once the lock clicks into place, you swipe your schoolwork into your bag and toss it next to the door. ‘Ok.. here we go. It’ll be fine.’
You don’t even have the energy to try and convince yourself further as you shuffle slowly to your little mattress. You curl up on your side and rub your face one last time, trying to force your body to relax. Sleep pulls you under faster than you can anticipate and your body finally gets a bit of rest.
Stupid fucking bitch. Stupid fucking village. All of them, sheeps being led to a fucking cliff yet worshipping their shephard as a god. It hurts tonight. Little bastard must be hungry.
It-
It hurts. It’s eating me alive. It Hurts . Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Get it out. GET it OUT.
FUCK!!
It’s too late. It’s eating you from the inside out. You can feel your insides oozing out of your mouth as it chews through your body.
GET IT OUT!!!
You drag your lead ridden arms towards your chest and start clawing. Get it out. GETITOUT.
Your claws dig through your flesh, slicing like butter yet you can’t reach it. You scratch at your ribcage with claws as black as obsidian as sobbing howls rip themselves from your mouth.
GET IT OUT! GetitoutgetitoutgetitoutgETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOUT GETITOUTGETITOUTFUCKINGHELP!
You bolt upright in bed with a wailing sob, hunching into a ball and holding your face. Oh god. It’s never been this bad. Your heart is racing, and your body is trembling uncontrollably as you scream into your hands. That had felt more real than any connection you’ve ever felt. You can still feel.. it? What even is it.. You can feel something squirming in your chest warm and wet. Your breath starts coming even faster and you thrash in your bed, throwing the blanket away and scrambling towards your personal bathroom mid panic attack. You had to see. You had to see yourself to know you were in your own body and it belonged to you. You pull yourself up on the door frame and flip the light on, gasping as your eyes widen and hone in on the lightswitch. Your body freezes and you slowly turn your head to look into the mirror. A soft puff of air escapes your lips as you shakily hold your hands up and look at your blood soaked palms. Drifting your eyes down further, you finally see the torn open night shirt you had thrown on and the deep bloody scrapes over your skin from your blunt nails. You.. had been trying to claw out your nightmare.. in reality? Fuck, there’s no way this could be normal. You sink to the ground in defeat and curl up into a ball, hyperventilating and covering your head with your arms. The pain on your skin wasn’t nearly as pressing as the all-around dread and anxiety you’re currently experiencing. For once, you didn’t feel anger buzzing around the back of your skull at the very least. It was finally your turn to explode and by god, you had a lot of shit to work through.
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Far away, deep in the private depths of his living quarters, a certain gruff man rubs his jagged scar with heavy breaths. Fuck.. it had been a while since the little bastard woke him up like that. Usually the constant anxiety flitting around in the back of his mind kept him distracted in a sense. All bets were off when his skull was blissfully silent.
The man reaches over and grabs a cigar from it’s previously discarded spot, lighting it before taking a deep puff. On his exhale, there was almost an impossibly soft “I’m sorry..” whispered into the darkness.
Chapter 2: The beginning
Summary:
Someone didn't take the news super well! A peak into the past before getting into the good stuff.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Heisenberg POV
“ Fuckin’ piece of shit, let’s go! ” You growl as you slam your hand down on the rusty radio. It crackles back to life with a quiet static-filled heavy-metal station and you huff and set your gloved hands on your hips. “Ain’t that a bitch?” You mumble to yourself and turn back to the current corpse you were evaluating. You pull your pen and notepad out of your duster and start prodding at the legs of the unfortunate townsman with the end of the pen.
“Bloating.. Rigor mortis is starting to ease up.. I need to get myself a voice recorder..”
You grumble and grab a hold of the body's ankle and lift the leg slightly. You move it slowly in all directions and test out how loose the knee and ankle joints are before testing the second leg. Once finished, you step back and quietly start humming along to the music as you tap your foot in concentration.
“Muscles are loose enough to start applying weight bearing adaptation.. This was one big fella, possibly going to strap him up with some heavier soldat gear. Hmm..”
You smirk quietly and bob your head to the beat, resting your hip against the workbench the cold corpse was laying on. He wouldn’t mind right? Maybe you’ll treat this one special. Set him up reeaaalll nice with some chainsaws. The bitch won’t know what hit her. You giggle maniacally and can’t help the grin that spreads across your face at the warm feeling blossoming in your chest. This was going to be it. You felt elated, downright giddy even! You send a metal chair flying to yourself and sit on it backwards as you start sketching the poor fuck in front of you but more bulky. Oh! What if instead of 1 chainsaw you give him 2? No!!!! 3! WAIT . What if you stuck an engine on him. A PLANE ENGINE. WITH A PROPELLER. MADE. OF. CHAINSAWS!!!! Oh fuck yeah, you were killing it today.
You sign your sketch with the word ‘Storm’ in german before hopping up and kicking the chair aside. This was your ticket out of here. This was your weapon. Your Sturm. Fuck yes. You felt another giggle bubble from your chest and reached up to rub your eyes. You freeze mid motion as the gears in your head start ticking again. Wait.. what the fuck? You blink and look down at the drawing and then to the chair now laying on it’s side a few yards away. This is.. Kind of fucking stupid? What is.. What in the fuck is going on?? Even through your confusion, you feel.. torn. Like your brain is still flying high in who the fuck knows where emotionally while you’re rationally just really fucking concerned. What was that? You’re Karl Heisenberg. Mad genius? Yes. Enjoyer of all things metal, ironically including music? Sure. Did you hum? Bob your head? Fuck no. Cackle like the charming mad man you are? Sure!! Giggle? Like a little girl? Abso- FUCKING -lutely not!
The metal in the room starts to vibrate intensely as you run your fingers through your scruffy hair and try to think about what could be happening. You were no stranger to your body feeling like a.. well, like a stranger. You’re not even surprised when you can’t piece together memories in your own noggin. This was different though. This felt natural and that terrified him. The corpse started scooting towards the edge of the work bench from the sheer force of the vibration and it temporarily jolts you from your melt down. You effortlessly haul the entire bench off of the ground with your powers and essentially bowl the corpse and table into the neighboring room that was equipped to act as a freezer. Meanwhile, it seems like your new.. guest(?) has ended it’s parade of inflicted terror on you and seems quiet. You almost wouldn’t have noticed it if it wasn’t your main thought at the moment. It was definitely there though, quietly flickering in your mind. Ok, back to figuring out what the fuck this is. Did Miranda lay her filthy fucking fingers on me again? No.. everything has been normal for months, as normal as holing up in your factory goes. Maybe years at this point, you honestly couldn’t tell.
You rub your face in frustration and escape deeper into the factory towards your personal rooms. It couldn’t be a new mutation right..? Freaky doll-bitch hadn’t put any of her weeds in your factory? No.. something, anything would have tripped your carefully set alarm system. You pass your living quarters and type in a code at the keypad to your security room. You were sure nothing had breached security but this room was essentially your comfort blanket. If Miranda were coming to fuck with you, you would know.
This didn’t feel malicious though, it felt.. curious? Ok, you already had one parasite living in your chest cavity, but whatever this thing was.. It seemed curious about you? You could feel the emotion as if it were your own just gently prodding this seemingly random connection. It felt like soft hands gently touching your face and the feeling you get in your chest once you’ve had one too many. You felt your heart flutter in response and you hated it. You grit your teeth and slam your fist down on the desk that holds your camera monitors. You were slowly piecing it together and the thought had your heart racing in your chest, which seemed to aggravate your other parasite. You rub at your scar with your other hand and grind your teeth together as pain just keeps bubbling to the top of your brain. Pain, anxiety, denial. You can’t. You can’t have one. It’s been all of these years and now all of a sudden? Some sort of delusion in this world that you weren’t alone? This seems like some kind of sick joke. The thing in your head.. person(?) seems to mirror your own emotions this time and you feel the anxiety it adds. That sealed the facts for you.
You’re Karl Heisenberg. You were kidnapped at a young age and forced to be a freak in this freaky fucking shithole. You’ve been alone for decades. You needed to escape. You had a fucking “Soulmate.” Fate tied this poor sap to someone they would never meet, would only suffer from. That almost seemed more cruel than the fact that the universe was dangling a perfect partner in the world right in front of your face. The end to your loneliness. Someone to share your suffering. Someone you could never ever connect with. Fuck my fucking life, no one can find out about this.
Meanwhile, across the world in America
“How’s that doodlin’ comin’ baby girl?”
Your father coos at you from the car he’s working on and you kick your short legs happily in the little kiddy chair you’re in. You hold up a picture of a very suspiciously blobby shape in red crayon.
“S’good! S’you in the garage!!” You hold your chubby face up and beam at your father as you wiggle excitedly. Dad always loved your art! The man in question can’t help but let out a chuckle as he pats his stomach. “Well dang, guess I do need to lay off the microwave meals huh? Why dont’cha draw me somethin’ else? How ‘bout something you wanna build with yer old man one day?” Thankfully, his daughter had always been interested in watching him work. She loved building with her blocks and he was hoping to pass his trade on to his only child someday. You get to work and stick your tongue out in concentration, opting to switch to a dark blue piece of construction paper.
Your legs go into hyperdrive kicking back and forth as you really concentrate. If we could build anything, what would it be? Oh! Maybe a plane? Or a super strong robot. Or both!!! Your dad was awesome, he could help you build anything! You start bouncing from excitement in your seat as you get drawing. Your father grows suspicious after a few moments of silence stretches by while he’s under his current project.
“Uh.. Kiddo? Awfully quiet over there..” He stills for a second to try and listen for his daughter before practically jumping out of his skin when he feels a gentle tap on his knee. “JeSUS hun!!” He cusses softly and rolls out from under the car before he comes eye to eye with a piece of paper in his face. “Oh.. er.. S’uh.. Whatcha got there sweetheart?” He gently puts the arms of the wiggling child down and picks her up, setting her in his lap to look at the picture together.
“S’a super guy!! He gots the power of a plane and a guy!” You giggle and cuddle up to your very confused, supportive dad.
“Okay okay.. I see Sprout, a plane guy huh? Got 3 arms for lots of crime fightin’?” He rubs your back with his grimy hands and you just shoot him a confused frustrated look. “Was it somethin’ I said?” He chuckles sheepishly, knowing you can be sensitive about incorrect interpretation. Your dad blinks in his own confusion as you stand up on his lap and hold his cheeks to look him in the eye.
“Papa.. he’s a plane guy, he doesn’t have any arms. That wouldn’t work!” You tell him with the most serious face you can muster before leaning up to his ear and whispering “Dumb-dumb” before leaping off of his lap and running off to leave the garage with a squeal of delight.
Notes:
Ok I had way too much fun writing this, I got a bit carried away. Promise the next chapters will be moving forward hah.
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A couple of years go by without too much of an incident. You finally finish highschool and decide to just become an unofficial apprentice under your father. He couldn’t afford to send you off to school and you really weren’t too keen on going anywhere without him. Something had seemed off lately and you stayed as close as possible to him when you could. Plus, with two sets of hands working, your dad’s little garage business was doing more than enough to keep you both afloat. You could even order actual pizza once a week. It was a quaint life but what else were you doing with it?
Your eyes drift over to the tiny digital clock on the end of your desk and sit back, stretching your arms above your head and letting out a little grunt. You rub your neck on one last soft exhale and carefully lower the soldering iron you were holding into it’s designated little metal holder. You’re not sure where the idea had come from but you made a hobby out of gathering discarded metal from old junk that your dad didn’t need anymore and had started sculpting.. Figures? Some of them didn’t really have any shape in mind, while others had animalistic or designated shapes they were hinting towards. You were frankly impressed with this latest little project, a tiny scrap horse with a perfect little watch gear burned onto his forehead. You fondly stroke it’s back and feel a flutter at what you can sadly call pride. It’s not much, but you liked expressing yourself in the quiet time where your mind liked to snark in the background.
As if on queue, you feel a jolt of anger in the back of your mind and grip your little toy tightly in your fist with a snarl that didn’t necessarily belong to you. “Ah! Fucking sonofaBITCH” You hiss and drop it back down to the counter and cradle your hand up to your chest. Your ‘person’ seriously had the worst timing ever. The little horse seemed to be just fine but once you uncurled your trembling hand to examine it, there was a hot little festering blister in the shape of the cog burnt into your flesh. Ironic. You glance at the clock again, silently praying that your little outburst hadn’t woken up your dad at 3:30 in the morning. You push yourself up from your desk and quietly open your bedroom door, glancing down the hallway towards your father’s room. Nothing, good.
You step down the stairs to your familiar medicine/various junk cabinet in the kitchen and pull out some antibiotic ointment. You chuckle quietly as you remember how many times you’d had to pull up a kitchen chair to reach this very cabinet on many occasions. You definitely weren’t much taller but your twenty second birthday had just passed and you were up to the same shit, different day. Definitely a bonus that you could reach the cabinet on your own. You squirt some ointment onto your finger and grit your teeth as you rub the goop into your sizzled skin. Would make a pretty cool scar though.. You chuckle quietly to yourself and grab a bandaid for good measure before silently shutting the cabinet and heading back towards your room.
“ Yes I know.. She won’t li- * Cough Cough* S.. Sorry, hgnh. She won’t like it.. Or go willin’ly.”
You stop with your hand on your doorknob and furrow your eyebrows. Was that.. Dad? Awake right now? You turn on your heels quietly and crouch low to make sure you avoided any of the well known squeaking areas of the old hard floor. From a closer look, you can see that the door to his bedroom is open just slightly, which is odd in itself for your father. “Yes.. Yes I know. It’s what my baby girl deserves.” You hold your breath and crouch as low as you can as you hear the man coughing a bit more and pacing around his room through the crack in the door. His cough had started a couple of months ago but it hadn’t seemed too concerning but this conversation was making a well known pit in your stomach. You were almost too distracted to notice that your ‘person’ was now keenly interested in the intense dilemma you were having and had gone quiet in the back of your mind.
“Alr’ight Marlainna. We’ll plan on the *Cough Cough* introductions next week. They gave me ‘least a month or two…. Y’sma’am. Thank ya.. From the bottom of this old fool’s soul. I know.” You heard your father chuckle quietly and set down his phone on his nightstand before taking a seat on his bed. You turned to crawl back towards your room before you heard a quiet patting sound. “Baby girl, you and I got a lot ta’ talk bout. Bring yer little self in here please *Cough*” Your entire face goes red straight up to your ears and you stand sheepishly, rubbing your neck and pushing the door open all the way. Nothing truly did escape this man when it came to you. Your chest felt tight like you could barely breathe and you move to sit beside your father on his old bed. You both avoid eye contact as a heavy silence settles over the room aside from his quiet coughing. Your eyes drift over to a dirty rag on his nightstand and your heart drops to the floor when you see the red staining. This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t being made up in your head. Your tiny hands start trembling and you raise them defensively to your chest as you wait for an explanation of what had just occurred.
“Sweetheart.. You weren’t supposed ta’ hear that..” A rough hand gently pets your hair as his other hand reaches out to the one dusty item not stored away to hide in his bedroom. It’s a picture of your mother and another woman beside her. Mother’s face was lit up in every picture you’d ever seen her in but this one looked almost.. Serious. She wore a solemn expression with a briefcase packed in her hands while the other woman looked.. Disappointment? Betrayed almost. Your dad reaches a shaky finger over your mothers face before flashing you a sad smile. Tears pricked your eyes and you scooted to lean your head on his chest, sensing the seriousness of this situation. “Dad.. I don’t care what’s going on.. I’m staying. I’ll take care of you, I can run the garage and… I’ll learn to cook all the healthy shit I can.. We’ll get you better. We’ll start doing yoga!” That brings a snorted cough of laughter out of your father and you curl into him tightly, reaching to claw your fingers into his shirt as you start laughing as tears fall down your face.
“Doc’ says it’s terminal babygirl. Aggressive, stage 4. ‘Tever the fuck that means. Yer’ auntie.. She’s all we’ve got left fer you sweet pea. I can’t letcha watch me just.. Fade away y’hear me? I’ve been too selfish with my little girl. Couldn’t have my assistant go off and leave her old man?” He hiccups quietly and pulls you tighter to his chest, hugging you as he cries into your hair. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be a nice meeting but his damn kid was too smart. Too aware. Too nosey. Just like her mother. You both just hold each other for a moment and let out your emotions in one of the rare times you let them out in front of each other. After a few minutes pass, you pulls you back to a better seating position and pulls that picture back over with your mother and your supposed aunt.
“Never did tell ya’ too much about yer mom’s side. They weren’t a big fan of the southern mud man that swooped into their country and stole their prime eldest daughter..” He chuckles quietly before suppressing a few more wet coughs into his arm. You grasp that dirty towel and pass it to him silently before going back to silently listening. You knew mom was from another country, but never anything about her family. Or apparently the fact that dad swooped her into his arms and took her away? File that one away for later.
“We met at some little festival thing them europeans do and baby, it was fireworks at first sight. That gal was my souls partner and bless her heart, I swooped her into a dance n’ it felt like I would never need nothin’ in my life again. Who needs food or water when you have the love of a thousand loves in yer arms?” You blink in confusion and look into his face as you absorb the information. They were soulmates? Why had that never come up? Oh god, poor dad. Oh no.
He can see the gears turning in your head and brushes your hair behind your ear with a sad smile. “Don’t think yer mother wants to hear what yer thinkin’ right now baby girl. When she found out she was pregnant, it felt like that first dance all over again. She came home with me which pissed off her fancy schmancy family but we built ourselves a home. She.. She got to hold you in her arms before she passed..” He chokes up with another fresh set of tears and strokes your cheek. “Made me promise to take care of’ ya. How could I say no, if yer mother was the sun to me, you were my moon. My baby girl. That’s why I have to let you go.” He pulls you into another tight hug and rocks you as he sniffles and coughs. You’re crying again and clinging to him as fresh tears tip over your eyelashes. You knew your dad was strong but good god this is so much to unpack. So much emotional luggage to carry your entire life.
“Your auntie Marlainne has never forgiven’ me fer takin’ yer mom away but she agreed ta’ come meet you. She wants to take ya’ back to her village and experience the other side of yer’ culture. You already have Romanian citizenship.. She’s comin’ to take you home sweetheart.” He finishes his sentence with such a finality that you didn’t dare fight him. You knew for a fact that we didn’t have insurance. The fact that he was even able to afford a diagnosis was a god send. Your father was going to die and you would be shipped off to some weirdo family up in the buttfuck of god knows where. What the fuck did Romania even have? Jesus christ. Your breathing speeds up towards panic attack levels and your father just hushes you quietly, rocking and rubbing your back as you work through your emotions.
Your consciousness slowly drifts off into the depths of sleep and you feel nothing but cold darkness. You would be left in some strange place all alone without your father. No friends. Strange people who were supposed to be family? No. Alone. All alone, forever. You had nothing to live for. No one. Alone.
Not alone Buttercup
The air felt charged with something you couldn’t make out. You couldn’t open your eyes but you didn’t feel scared. You felt peaceful, safe. There was a scent here that reminded you of home and warmth, but also life. It was comforting. You curl towards the warmth and inhale softly, nuzzling your face towards it. Home. You reach towards it with an open palm and grasp nothing as you sit up in your father’s bed with a gasp. Your hand is still outreached and tears are sitting right under your next blink. You hug yourself and look around, squirming off the bed when you don’t see any signs of your father. That was.. New. Usually sleep brings pain and fear. That was.. Comfort. Maybe there was more to this ‘person’ than you thought. There was way too much on your plate to be worrying about right now. You heard the familiar sound of your father clanking around in the garage and smiled sadly, heading for your room to start the process of taking a shower. Your face felt sticky and clammy from all the tears.
Notes:
We're slowly but surely getting their boys! Thanks for all the patient, I'm starting the next chapter now and would love some input. Leave a comment about what we want to see happen to y/n!! I have a couple ideas for all options, stay human? Meet the knife? Spout some fur?? All routes get an angry heis but lemme know what you wanna see!!
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The next couple of days were uncomfortably quiet. Dad kept looking at you with that sad smile he had reserved for pictures of mother which in turn had you tearing up. You could barely get any work done because your hands were shaky with nerves. You were no stranger to scars on your hands and arms but the little knicks were coming way more frequently than normal. “Why don’tcha go wash up kiddo.. Yer aunties gonna be here tomorrow. Pack yer bag too please. Thanks fer helpin’ me close up shop baby girl.” As he speaks he pushes the last car out into the driveway with a restrained cough and glances up at his homemade mechanic sign. He pulls it down and tucks it into the corner as he waves to his happy customer and shuts the garage door. This sight alone breaks your heart. This was our home, this was our business. All of it was dying because of some bullshit lump that decided to grow where it wasn’t supposed to. Dad hadn’t even smoked a day in his life. It just wasn’t fUCKING FAIR . You clench your fists and leave the room, allowing the anger that usually swirls in the back of your mind to mingle with the forefront of your thoughts. It felt nice to feel this angry at nothing in particular. It definitely felt nice to essentially have a hype-person in the back of your brain just encouraging the rage as you slam your small amount of things in your room and grit your teeth. It Felt nice to embrace something that comes so naturally to your ‘person’. You’re a grown ass woman, you didn’t need to go play sad orphan to some old bitches in bumfuck nowhere! If you had anywhere else to go on this green shitty ass earth. Hell, if you even knew where silent Bob in your fucking head lived, ANYWHERE would be better.
After you throw all of your clothes in the small luggage you’d dug out of the attic, you look at your sculptures on your table and scoop some of them into the unorganized pile. You do stop when your little horse topples towards the edge and you scoop it up with a fond sigh. This one was by far your favorite, it showed your skillset and that you were getting better with your little hobby. You tuck it into the little carry on bag that has your smaller valuables before sitting on your bed and glancing around the empty room. Over 20 years here and only 1&½ bags to show for it.
You’re pulled out of your skulking when you hear an increase in wet coughs coming from down the hallway. You frown and push to stand before you hear them get louder and feel the floor vibrate from something heavy hitting it. Your eyes fly open and you bolt down the hallway towards your father’s room and throw open the door. Oh god. Oh no.
Your father is gasping for air on the floor with a pool of blood steadily dribbling from his mouth. His eyes are wide with fear until they land on you and he reaches out with a shaky hand. You pull out your phone and shakilly dial 911. No no no no no. Apparently your thoughts transfer through your mouth and the dispatcher has to try and ask you multiple times to calm down. You finally settle enough to follow her instructions and lay your father on his side to keep him from choking any further on his own blood. Between his choked gasps, he manages to grip your free hand and holds on tightly, stroking his thumb over your much smaller hand. This soothes you just ever so slightly until you hear the door downstairs open. “It’s okay dad.. They’re going to take care of you. I love you daddy..” You whisper quietly and bring his hand up for a last kiss before being shoed out of the way by the rushing paramedics. You push through your panic and let them work, eyes shifting over to a few photos your dad had perched beside his bed. You nab the one with your mother and her sister, as well as the picture your teacher had snapped of you proudly holding out some doodle to the camera perched on your dad’s shoulder. This had always been your favorite. You grip it and watch as the paramedics move your father to a stretcher and murmur amongst themselves. “ We’re going to have to intubate him. He’s breathing blood at this point..”
You feel helpless as you watch the uniformed men lift him with not even so much as a grunt. You hadn’t even noticed, but dad did seem to have withered away this last year. God, how could you be so stupid. You try to follow them down the stairs and to the waiting truck before one of the medics holds his hand out sadly. “Ma’am, he’s in critical condition. We’ll do our best, but we need all of the room in the truck. I’m sorry.”
It feels like the rug is once again pulled out from underneath you and all you can do is stand there agape with wide eyes. This was your lowest low. Your father was probably going to die and you couldn’t even go with him. You feel lost. Broken. The sun starts to lay down beyond the horizon before you finally force your feet to move back towards the shell of a home. It only hurt more that he had taken the garage door sign down just earlier this day. This lovely, dark, oily home was just some empty shell now. You surprise yourself and grab a few pills of Benadryl on your way up the stairs to your room, still hugging the picture of your father and mother in your other arm. Fuck it, your nightmares would be a welcome response right now. You’re sure to tuck the pictures gingerly into your carry-on before diving beneath your blanket and many pillows, trying to burrow to the safety of your own scent.
Thankfully, whether it was the medication or your ‘person’ deciding you needed some peace at the moment, your sleep was heavy and dark. Morning rolls around and you open a crusty eye with a groan. You reach out for your phone with a heavy sense of dread and flip the screen over to check for messages or missed calls. Nothing. You drop your phone and wipe at your eyes with a quiet grunt, swinging your legs over your bed to saunter over to your bathroom. Was it a good sign or a bad one that the hospital hadn’t called? Surely you were the only one who would have been notified if… anything bad had happened? But wouldn’t they have wanted to call with good news? You rub your face tiredly and manage to force yourself to look at yourself in the mirror. A visible cringe washes over your face and you run your fingers through your greasy hair. Guess a lot has been going on.. Ugh. Not to mention that woman was going to be coming today to take you away. What if you still hadn’t heard about dad? You groan in frustration and turn on the shower, shuffling to your suitcase and pulling out a clean towel, bra, under ware, and your hand hesitates over a plain black dress. No. This wasn’t a funeral, c'mon. You settle for a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt and head to the bathroom to try and steam the thoughts out of your skull.
After feeling like the job was more or less done, you dry off quickly with the towel and ruffle your hair for a quick half-assed attempt at drying it before hanging it on the old rod. You guess you wouldn’t technically need it at your families house right? “This shit keeps coming.” You grumble and push the door open to your bedroom.
“As vulgar as your father I see?”
Every nerve in your body pricks with fear and you hop back with a loud gasp, involuntarily pulling your arms up into a defensive position. “WhAT THE FUCK!” Sitting right on the disgraceful thing you call a bed, there’s a tall wisp of a woman with long black hair pulled into a bun. Something straight out of a slow burn horror movie, to be frank. The woman makes a distasteful frown and raises an eyebrow, waiting for the shoe to drop. When the woman makes no attempt at moving, your bristling flesh slightly relaxes and you furrow your eyebrows. Where had you seen that face before? She looks like she crawled out of some old Victorian farming village. Wait. Those eyes? “Aunt.. Marlainna?” You relax fully as the quiet woman nods her head and folds her hands over her lap. Her eyes feel like glass piercing your soul and honestly, it just spiked the angry voice in the back of your mind. “What, do they not knock where you’re from?” You grumble quietly and shift around the room as far away as possible from her to grab some socks.
“Where I’m from, ladies learn their place in life. You will too, even if it takes some adjustment. Come, you’ve lived in this hovel of a house for far too long.” She sticks her nose up and stands up, grabbing your luggage and heading out the door without another word. Dude, this bitch! You stand in shock for a moment and grit your teeth, grabbing your carry-on and checking it’s contents quickly. Phone charger, mom and dad, few emergency pj’s and tshirts, and your new little buddy. You pet the little horses’ head with an anxious exhale and zip the bag up, racing to try and catch up to the women speeding down the stairs. You wanted to fight this. You didn’t want to leave your home, but you and dad could barely afford this place as it was. The locals wouldn’t trust you with their cars and you don’t blame them. You were better and making weird stuff or helping your dad with the heavy lifting. That stopped you in your tracks as you caught up to your aunt with a surprised yelp at her sudden stop.
“Make sure you have no other valuables. We will not be coming back.” You feel a chill run up your spine and shuffle your feet nervously, glancing at your phone screen before quietly mumbling. “Have you.. Heard anything from the hospital?”
“Speak up, girl! You even mumble like the fool.” You crinkle your nose in disdain and finally look up to make eye contact with a bit of a rude snarl. “Have you heard from the hospital about my father, or not? He’s not a fool.” Here icy eyes raked you up and down without any outward response and turned to walk back towards the car that was waiting with open doors. “Hey, don’t ignore me!” You rush after her and screech to a halt when she turns and snatches your wrist with a painful iron grip. “From now on, you will speak when spoken too by your elders. You will learn to be a proper lady. You will
not
raise your voice at me or I’ll leave you to the slums without a penny to your name. Have I made myself clear,
child
.” She hisses the last word and drops your hand before sliding into the car without a word. The anxiety settling in your stomach was crawling up your spine to make your entire nervous system prickle with fear and despair. You silently settle beside your aunt as tears freely start falling down your face. You grab one last glance at your childhood home and think about how you’ll never even know if your dad made it or not. Why did this have to hurt so bad. Why couldn’t you just fall into rage and destroy this whole situation. You had to give it to your ‘person’, they definitely rarely felt despair. Righteous anger. You could feel it now, for themselves or for you, you could never tell. You just shut your eyes and allowed yourself to fall back into the feeling, welcoming it with open arms instead of shutting it out like usual. Something fluttered in your stomach as you blocked out the rest of the world as the car chugged along the road towards the airport. After all the fighting you’ve given it, this feeling couldn’t help but remind you of.. home.
Notes:
2 updates? On 1 weekend?! Got past that writers block boiisssss. I love hearing your comments even if I don't have the brain power to respond. We're finally getting there guys, still up in the air what plans I have for our dear reader.
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Once your tears ran dry, you had to admit that it was pretty cool at the very least going through the airport. Your aunt had left you on a bench with a stern instruction to stay while she checked your luggage and got your passes. She seemed to pull your Romanian citizenship out of nowhere, probably another secret preparation on your dad’s part. You silently prayed that your father was okay as you moved through the security gates at the airport. You kept your eyes down and kept quiet and your aunt seemed to do the same. This was going to be awkward and you had to get the fuck away as soon as you could. What could you do? Excuse me sir, can I trade you some sculptures for money? Maybe a ticket back to America? No? Thanks. You flit around your head and board the practically abandoned plane, squishing down into the seat and pulling your knees to your chest. Cold fingers instantly push down against your knee and flatten your legs out and you wince away from the touch before shooting a glare at Marlainna. “Ladies do not sit like that. Nor do they wear hussie shorts such as those. We’ll get you fixed up once we get to the village. Your cousin Hela has been working to make some new clothing for you based on old photos of your mother.” Her eyes look you up and down and she scoffs before getting comfortable for liftoff. “May have to tighten a few pieces, you’ve got no meat on your bones. We’ll get you to a suitable size before offering you to suitors in the village.”
You’re too busy trying to process what-ever-the fuck was just told to you as the plane starts taking off. You would file that straight up bullshit for later arguments, but for now, your interest was caught by the giant turbines working themselves up to full speed. You had never actually had any reason to be in a plane before but seeing them up close reminded you of spending time with dad as a kid. God you were going to miss him. You look over to your aunt and shuffle nervously before speaking up. “So.. where are we going? I know Romania but.. Dad didn’t tell me much of anything.” The older woman squints skeptically at you before releasing a tired sigh. “Granted you have had quite the last 24 hours, I shall answer your questions this once. We are going home to our home village of Sarbi. Very traditional. Your mother left us after one of our most sacred festivals and our family has not yet recovered from such shame. We shall fix that. We shall fix you.” She finished with a sort of finality and you gulp quietly, leaning your head back to the window and watching your town vanish over the horizon.
You’re woken with a start as the large aircraft skids to the ground and you grab the armrests, looking around with a fright. You look out the window and see mostly green expanses filled with trees and foreboding forests. The plane slowly pulls to a stop and your aunt lifts herself and heads towards the front without another word. You scramble to grab your carry on and follow her of the flight as the attendants bow politely. You struggle to keep up with your aunt even in such a tiny port as she heads past the gates and for the door. You stop for a half second and look around, trying to read the signs as you reach out for her aunt's hand. “M-my luggage aunt Marlainna..” She shoots you another glare and shakes your hand off of her shoulder before grabbing your wrist and tugging you along. You almost trip over your feet to keep up and freeze when you see a rickety old cart pulled by 2 black horses. Marlainna steps up beside an older gentleman who just grunts in response as she turns to usher her hand towards the back. You hold steady and shake your head, clutching your carry on to your chest. “My luggage is back there right? I can go grab it real quick..” You turn to rush back inside before words catch your ears. “Idiot girl, you have no need for such American garbage. I took the liberty of disposing of it for you. Get in before Harris leaves you for horse fodder.” She huffs and looks ahead as one last piece of your identity seems to be ripped out from you. You grit your teeth and snarl in your mind, hesitating before climbing up into the rickety old thing. You would get her back for this. You would make her regret looking down on yourself and your father. You chew over your angry thoughts in your mind and sift through your carry on, determined to not let it out of your sight. At least you brought a few extra t-shirts and shorts for comfort. Bitch wasn’t laying a hand on this unless she clawed it from your dead fingers.
The carriage ride seems to go on forever and you glance at your phone, disappointed to see that it’s died throughout the day. Shitty battery. Did they even have an outlet that would fit an American charger? You huff quietly and rest your chin on your palm, staring out into the endless trees. The horses seem to jolt suddenly and jostle each other, speeding up with a nervous winnie. You hiss and grip onto the side of the carriage, staring around wildly as the horses start tearing ass. You see Marlainna grab onto the mans arm and try to make out what they say. Turns out it's spoken in.... Whatever they fuck they speak in Romania, but she seemed nervous. That definitely didn’t make you feel comfortable. The older man flashes you back a tight smile as if to comfort you. “Horses just fussy. We miss dinner time yes? Ol’ Harris thinks they’ll be just fine!” You shyly smile back at him and rub your arm anxiously, grateful that someone was at least trying to show you some semblance of kindness. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching you from the shadows beyond the trees.
Thankfully, the ride doesn’t go on for too much longer before you pull into a quaint little village. There are torches lit outside of every house and you get the feeling that they aren’t too much of a welcome type of people. You see a few fluttering curtains but have yet to catch any faces as you stop before one of the biggest houses in town. Marlianna dismounts before motioning you forward as the front door bursts open. A girl around your age with shoulder length curly hair rushes out to grab your hand and pull you down, lifting your arm to inspect you. “Mama you weren’t kidding, she’s so small! I’ll make her so many pretty dresses.” You sit there in stunned silence and grab your arm back once she starts inspecting some of the many scars adorning your hand. “Oh, sorry cousin! I’m Hela, Marlainna is my mama. Come, come, I’ll show you around!” You anxiously look at your aunt’s cold face before shuffling after the girl with your carry on tucked tightly to your chest. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad, your cousin seemed to at least be excited to meet you and at least she spoke english. She led you down some old hallways before pointing at a room with a butterfly made of ribbon sitting right in the middle.
“This is my room! We’ll try on some dresses tomorrow for you, yes? Let me show you your room cousin!” She smiles and pulls you to the open door beside her room and twirls her arms open towards the nice queen sized bed. “This used to be your mama’s room, see?” She bounces over to an old dresser and holds up a black and white photo of a very young Marlainna holding hands with a woman you couldn’t mistake as your mother. Your eyes soften and you take the photo and gingerly touch your mother’s smiling face. You look up at your cousin who’s patiently waiting with a soft smile. “Thank you Hela… I’ve felt really unwelcome until I met you.. I don’t think my aunt particularly likes me too much..” Your cousin looks at you with sympathy before dashing in and hugging you gently, stroking your hair. At first it made your skin prickle with goosebumps but frankly, you missed touch. You relaxed into her hold and sniffled quietly, setting the picture back down gently.
“Oh don’t you worry about mama. She’s… a bit strict. Set in our ways. She really missed her sister after all. But it’ll be okay. Look, here’s a nightgown for you!” She strokes your cheek affectionately and goes to the wardrobe, opening it with a hum as she digs through some plain looking cloth. After some looking, she yanks out a modest white gown that buttons up to your neck and extends down to your ankles. She sets it out on the old fluffy bed and heads for the door with a sweet smile. “Get settled in cousin, tomorrow we’ll make breakfast for the family and get some dresses together for you! Oh, and just so you know, don’t go outside after dark! It’s dangerous. Bears!” She makes a clawing motion and growls playfully before shutting your door gently.
You plop down onto your bed with a tired sigh and just drop flat onto your back. You rub your face and just try to take it all in. You had nothing left from home except for a handful of things. That reminds you! You sit up and dig through your bag, getting out your little metal steed and push it gently under your pillows. She wasn’t going to take this away from you too. You shuffle to your feet and and take your picture frames out, setting them down next to the image of your aunt and mother. You had no idea what you were going to do here, but you’d be fucking dammed if they married you off to some pig fucker. Maybe culture was different here if you revealed that you had a soulmate out there? Not that you could really prove it. You’d have to ask Hela her opinion on that. You weren’t sure if you could trust her yet but the fact that she was treating you kindly was a huge bonus. Once your beloved items are displayed or hidden, you grab the shorts and shirts you had brought and open up the wardrobe. Your nose crinkles at the old scent and you shove the modern clothes into the darkest corner in the bottom that you can find, covering it with some clean old shoes.
After finishing your unpacking spree (Did 3 items really count as a spree??) You finally tug at the dress your cousin had laid out on the bed for you. It didn’t seem.. Too bad. It was soft to the touch, definitely okay to sleep in. You pull off your shorts and the shirt you had worn through the airport, hoping that Hela could show you to the showers tomorrow. You had a feeling if you just started wandering the house you would run into your cold ass aunt. You sigh and unclip your bra, shaking yourself a bit with relief before pulling the nightgown on over your head. You pull your hair out of the fabric and twirl around a bit, satisfied except for the old smell clinging to the fabric. You glance at the window and head over, examining the old sliding mechanisms with a concentrated hum. A few well timed quiet smacks and tugs has the door sliding upward to allow a burst of air to dance around your room and bring in some well needed circulation. Thank god. You huff out a sigh into the air and tuck some hair behind your ear, wanting to just wander outside for a bit but thinking back to your cousin’s silly warning. Maybe next time. You did opt to leave the window open before shutting out the old lamp and crawling beneath the covers on the bed. Honestly you hoped it was one of those nights where you and your ‘person’ could sense each other enough to just feel… not alone.
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So familiar. That scent. Alpha? No. Instructions. Go other villages. Find more bodies for alpha. But alpha here? With horses? Your eyes peer through the trees to the retreating carriage and figure it wasn’t against your orders to follow behind and investigate. Why alpha here? You keep to the shadows and cross borders to another little village you and your kin have never yet explored. You were told to keep low and not alert anyone (or kill them and get punished.) Dig up bodies. Bring to master. You sniff after the tracks the horses left and climb up onto the large house silently, comfortable in the blanket of night. You sniff along the roof and crawl towards the back of the building. Your hackles rise and you crouch down low as you hear a window burst open right before you and it takes all of your strength to suppress the low growl trying to free itself from your throat. You crawl closer as the light from the window goes out, giving you free roam to get closer undetected. You peek your head down right outside the window and see some.. Human? Definitely small like human. You sniff a bit and crawl along the wall so that your upper half of your body can perch on the windowsill. Alpha. Definitely smelled of Alpha. You sniff the air again to be sure and if you had a tail right now, it would be wagging. This little human must belong to alpha. You had to alert Beta of the little Alpha! You leap off of the building and were about to make back for the trees before another scent caught your attention. Rotting flesh. Turned earth. It would be bad to come back empty handed right? You change course towards the fresh mound of dirt and dig at it quietly, the feeling of dirt under your nails familiar and welcome. You unearth an arm and grab it in your teeth, giving a sharp tug as the rest of the body unearths. Tugging it over your shoulder, you bound off into the forest to tell Beta of the interesting discovery and grace Alpha with another gift. You were definitely going to get all of the best scraps at the den!
Notes:
And boom, one last final surprise chapter for the weekend!
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Fuck.. Where.. Am I? Cold. You try to sit up but feel icy leather digging into your wrists and ankles. Your breath starts racing and you flutter your eyes open, grunting in fear and darting your vision around. Last you remembered you had been in bed between mama and papa after a nightmare of crows calling your name. Then the screaming started. As if on queue, your chest sears in agony and you let out a gut wrenching scream, trying to curl in on yourself with no room to move due to the restraints.
“Now now my child, you mustn’t open your wound.” A flurry of feathers morphs into a woman clad in gold adornments and claws sharp enough to pierce flesh. One of the taloned hands reaches up and runs through your sweaty hair as a quiet ‘tsk’ comes from beneath the mask. You can’t help but flutter your eyes shut and lean into the touch, desperate for any cool relief to take away the burning you felt inside of you.
“Will you help me?” You plead quietly, barely above a whisper as your lower lip trembles. The woman simply hums softly and smirks beneath her golden mask, simply watching in fascination as another wave of pain and despair washes over the child.
“Of course my dear, I’ll help you be the best vessel you can be. My perfect child.”
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You bolt upright in your bed with a soundless gasp, breathing heavy and pulling at your hair tightly to ground yourself. You slowly work your hands down to hold your face, shocked when you feel the warm tears freely flowing. Your chest aches in a different kind of pain as you try and process what you had just witnessed. A dream? A memory? That vision was so clear it was as if you could have looked into a mirror and seen yourself strapped to the cold table. Please tell me that wasn’t my soulmate's memory, dear god that poor person. You sob into your hands quietly and smear the moisture all over your face as your chest rattles with the force of your breaths and the tears seem to be endless.
After a few minutes of heavy sorrow, you finally seem to be coming down from your more extreme emotions and realize just how disgusting you feel. Between moving halfway across the world, sitting in a dirty carriage, and crying all over yourself you felt purely nasty and still had no idea where the bathroom was. Please tell me they have a shower… You sigh and give your face one last wipe over with the white sleeve of your nightgown before swinging your legs over the side of the bed and forcing yourself to your feet. It had become chilly overnight so your first order of business was to close the bedroom window you had left open. You shuffle over to it and freeze in place, noticing that the window had already been shut and there was a glass of water on the windowsill and the sun was peaking over the horizon. Okay, so someone had been in your room.. while you were dead asleep. The thought alone has your spine tingling and you choose to ignore the seemingly innocent glass of water, double checking that your personal photos still sat proudly on the dresser. Once you see your parent’s loving faces you decide to try and find the bathroom.
You move to the door to your room and grip the handle, trying to twist it before finding it stuck in place. Oh hell no. You furrow your eyebrows and try to twist it the other way and try to stop the rising sense of panic. Just like your dream. Stuck. Trapped. You scratch at your chest nervously and wince at the fresh pain, lowering the neck of your dress to see the familiar self inflicted scar on your chest scratched raw. You honestly weren’t even surprised at this point and turned your attention back towards the door when you noticed quiet voices. You crouch towards the ground and turn your ear to the sizable gap beneath the door, holding your breath to be as quiet as possible so you could hear unhindered by your own noises.
“There’s simply no way it could have been an animal. Not any kind from around here. They ripped him clear out’ the ground Mar. Her window was opened, sounds like trouble to me.”
“Don’t speak of such things! The child was whimpering in bed like some kicked pup, there’s no reason to bring unholy ideals into the situation. Gregory was dug up by some hungry animals, end of discussion. If word escapes linking her to any unsavory topics, you think even the butcher’s son will be interested in courting the wench? Our family would be in ruin and we would have to sell off our sweet Hela. Use that head of yours.”
Out of the ground? What the hell was going on. You scramble to your feet and dash for your bed as you hear the tell-tale sound of your aunt’s boots walking on the hardwood floor down the hallway outside. It sounds like she hesitates outside of your door for a moment before continuing to the next room over, knocking softly before entering your cousin’s room. You sit up and try and put your ear to the wall, only hearing mumbling before rushing footsteps head back to your door. The knob jingles softly before the door is thrown open and Hela rushes into the room, hopping onto your bed with a soft giggle. “Y/N! Wake up, the sun is shining and so shall we!” You pretend to open your eyes for the first time with a yawn and tense up as the girl hugs you tightly to her chest. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how.. touchy your cousin seems to be. Especially after that dream you had last night, you don’t think any touch would seem appealing. Except maybe.. No. You cut that train of thought off as quickly as it comes and pat your cousin on her shoulder awkwardly. Luckily, it seems like Hela doesn’t notice how grimy you are as she scoots to a sitting position and grins softly.
“Here are some ground rules mama wished for me to go over, yes? First, young ladies of the household make the breakfast for the family! Usually father buys from the butcher before dawn and we have many fresh ingredient.” Hela’s excitement can’t help but draw a small smile to your face as you nod along slowly. This sounded like misogynistic bullshit but she didn’t seem to mind. At least it sounded like you would have a friend through the situation. You listen as the list goes on for longer than expected and you gulp audibly at the thought of having to interact with chickens of all things. Tiny nasty little dinosaurs, you’d rather feed the gators in the swamps back home. You wrinkle your nose and think back to being pecked at a petting zoo while dad tried to keep the laughter from reaching your tiny ears. Raptors, the lot of them.
“That sounds.. doable Hela, but can you show me the bathroom? I would kill for a hot shower.” You pull some greasy hair out of your face and smile sheepishly. Your cousin tilts her head and bites her lip, blinking before sheepishly pulling you to your feet. “I’m afraid bath will do, yes? Not hot, but not cold! I will prepare your work outfit.” You try to keep the disappointment off of your face and follow the taller girl out into the hallway and towards the opposite direction of where you came from. Hela opens the door for you before turning to another little closet in the hall and pulling out an old towel. She hands it to you and pats your cheek once more before rushing off back towards her room. So strange, you weren’t sure if the touchiness was part of the culture or just your cousin’s seemingly sweet nature. You sure weren’t going to find out by testing the waters with your ice queen aunt. You step into the bathroom and frown to find that the bathroom door is also unlockable from the inside. You try to ignore the gnawing pit in your stomach and observe the rest of the room, rushing over to the deep bathtub that only had one handle.
You flip the handle until the water pressure seems to be as high as it goes and decide to use the restroom and pray that it heats up at least marginally. Once your morning business is done, you strip your dress off and dip into the tub with a quiet hiss, deciding to make this as fast as humanly possible. You look around the edge of the tub and find only one bottle that you have to assume is the only form of soap or shampoo your extended family has. You pour some onto your hand and sniff it experimentally, finding it to have an undetectable scent. It barely lathers in your hand and your body trembles as you hurry as fast as you can to wash off the grime from the last 48 hours. Ok, fighting your aunt could wait. First free order of business was finding some goddamn soap and shampoo. You rinse off the ‘soap’ in record time and hop out of the ice bath, wrapping the old scruffy towel around your body. You glance at the door to make sure it’s closed before stepping over to the mirror above the sink. You open the towel to stare at your bare chest, running your eyes over the scratch marks that extend from your left shoulder down past your breasts. It wasn’t too badly damaged this time but you really did have to take a break from sleeping. The events of the past few weeks had you resting pretty heavily but you really couldn’t afford to butcher yourself in this bumfuck town. A quick sound of footsteps catches your attention and you’re barely able to wrap the towel back around yourself as Hela opens the door with a grin. “Look, we match as sisters!” She’s wearing a pair of overalls with a plain long sleeve black shirt underneath. In her hands she holds out what you assume to be your very own pair and have to suppress the urge to snap at her for the intrusion. You take the clothes and look at her awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot before she gasps and holds her own cheeks. “Oh yes! Privacy, I’m apologize!” She squeaks quietly and shuts the door as quickly as she came and you just stand there with a blank look before shaking your head with a chuckle. At least you got the vibe that she genuinely did mean well.
You unfold the clothes in your arms, grateful that there’s a tasteful pair of black panties and a bra that seems a bit too large for you tucked inside. It’s the thought that counts, right? You get the loose fitting clothes all pulled on and grab the nightgown you had worn, frowning at the specks of blood on the inside of the chest piece. At least you hadn’t gotten blood everywhere this time, but you still had to hide this until you could wash it yourself. You peek out of the bathroom and hurry to your room, balling up the gown and sticking it behind the curtain of the window. You sigh as you hear your cousin flit nearby and reach to rub your face, mentally preparing for your new life of getting the shit worked out of you by your family.
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Shit worked out of you, indeed. By the end of the day you can barely drag yourself into your room without walking into something mid yawn. You kick off the oversized work boots and collapse face first onto your bed, groaning as your feet ache with relief at finally having some peace after the long day. You suppose you could go find pajamas but that would involve moving. You fight with yourself for a whole 10 minutes before finally rationalizing that with what shitty cleaning stuff you had access to, you wanted to keep your blankets clean for as long as possible. You get up with a tired groan and shuffle to the window, looking for your previously discarded nightgown. You frown and notice the window is cracked, the glass of water from this morning is knocked over, and your nightgown is nowhere to be seen. Jesus christ, how thirsty were these nasty country boys? Honestly, you weren’t sure if that thought was worse than the thought of your aunt finding your bloody pajamas.
You grimace and pull the window shut again, swinging the tiny latch to lock it in place before heading over to your wardrobe. You know you had promised to lay off of the sleeping but your body was probably going to punch you in the face if you tried to avoid it tonight. You opt for one of your own personal pairs of booty shorts and loose tank tops before crawling under the heavy duvet on the bed. You curl onto your side and already feel sleep pulling you under as you reach up under your pillow in a sleepy daze. Your fingers brush along the metal steed and a smile tugs at your lips as you feel a sense of familiar peace wash over you. Sleep grabs a hold of your mind and you definitely won’t complain about the fact that it was a dreamless night for once.
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Urias didn’t believe you! Laughed in your face, took the best scraps, and then took the best nap spot! No one believed you about the little alpha, said your nose was broken. You’ll show them! You followed the trail from yesterday a little before dusk and wrinkle your nose at the stupid humans rushing back to their dens. Your yellow eyes glance back towards the body dirt and you let out a bark of a laugh as you notice the added spikes sticking out of the ground to ward off other predators. Silly humans, spikes can’t stop you! You have hatchet! But wait, not your mission today. You shake your head and crawl up into the trees towards the dwelling the little alpha had been brought to yesterday. You crouch in the leaves and see the tiny thing throwing corn at the tiny flightless birds from a distance. Silly alpha, you eat the little birds, not throw things at them. You could teach little alpha soon. But how to prove to Urias? How to prove to others? Alpha might get mad if you drag the little one back through the trees. Little alpha seems small, may get hurt. Your eyes move back to the window that was open the night before and you slink off through the shadows towards the building. It takes a little gentle pawing but you finally get the weird invisible wall open and drag your upper half of your body into the tiny room. You lift your head and sniff curiously, moving a bit further through the window before you knock over a tiny barrel and growl softly. You lean down and sniff the water, licking it curiously before your eyes pin straight towards the white fabric tucked beneath the curtain. You lean forward and sniff it curiously, pleased when it smells like the little alpha’s personal den! You grab it and leap back out of the window and tilt your head, holding the fabric up to your nose and inhaling once again. You can’t help but dip your tongue onto the red tinted fabric and grumble appreciatively at the bloody tinge. Little alpha must be good huntress. Get hurt but hunt flightless birds same day. The pack will be so excited! You tuck the fabric into another little pouch beside your hatchet and take off on all fours for home.
Notes:
Guys I am living for your comments, I appreciate them all so much and can't wait to get home to write more of the story! A bit more of a world building chapter but good things are coming. Our lycan friend will see to that. Shall he remain nameless? Also, I'm enjoying Hela and have tentative plans for her future. Thanks for reading!!
Chapter 7: Kindred warmth
Notes:
Just wrote a whole dang note and it got deleted boooo. It's late, sorry for typos. Reader is normal text, Lycan friend is italic sections. Let me know what you guys think!
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“Dear cousin! Father has come with the breakfast materials!” The sweet singsong voice of your cousin pulls you from your sleep and you sit up with a quiet groan. You rub your eyes and push yourself off of the bed, stretching your arms towards the ceiling with a quiet grunt. You hadn’t gotten this much sleep (or physical labor) in years and you forgot how sore you could get from simply not moving for an extended period of time. Hela eyes your outfit and bites her lower lip with a questionable blush before hurrying to shut the bedroom door. She rushes to dig through your wardrobe and pulls out a plain white knee length dress before shooting you one more look up and down your body.
“Cousin, your attire is very.. revealing. Suitable only for spouse to see you in, but I don’t mind! Just.. you know how traditional mama is. Wear this for now! Here, we must make breakfast, feed the animals and then get ready for Caldura festival! Much food will be shared, you cannot stay skeletal for long!” She giggles softly to clear the awkward air and pushes the fabric into your hands before returning to the wardrobe and pulling out a white slip. She lays it out on your bed and hums quietly as she practically jogs out of the room without a word and shuts the door softly. Once the coast is clear, you kick off your shorts and frown before whipping off your tank top. You turn the white dress over in your hands and examine the material as your thoughts wander. Spouse? It’s not like you had your damn tits hanging out, dear god. Plus, you hadn’t been brave enough to go through all of the old dresses in your wardrobe and you had a feeling there wouldn’t be too many more comfortable nightgowns. Damn, you had really liked that white one. And what the hell was this for? You move to examine the slip and run your hand over it, wrinkling your nose. How was this thin thing better than a pair of shorts and baggy clothing? The sound of the doorknob wiggling has you clutching the thicker dress in your hands and gasping as your cousin rushes in again with a thick bundle of black fabric slung over an arm. She stops in her tracks and looks over your body, face flushing red as she slams the door behind her. She reaches up with her free hand and covers her eyes, squeaking softly and turning around to face the door.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry! Forgot to bring festival dress for you!” She holds said dress draped over her other arm and lifts it apologetically as you scramble to drape your held article of clothing over your head. “Don’tcha’ worry ‘bout it!” You mumble with a rushed cajun twang, flattening down the skirt over your legs as you walk over to grab the dress from your cousin. “Er.. It would be really nice if you could.. knock. I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just not used to having other women around and it uh.. might just prevent more run-ins like this in the future.” You awkwardly pat your cousins shoulder as she turns around with a pout, reminding you of a kicked puppy. “I really appreciate it though!” You add on with a sheepish smile and reach up with an unsure hand to pat the taller woman’s cheek like she had done to you yesterday. This brings her smile back to her soft features and she nods, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the wardrobe.
“Yes yes, I shall knock for the remainder of your stay! Now look, mama asked me to make this for festival, yes? Very flattering, will make hips look good for birthing!” She pulls out a floor length mirror with a soft grunt, positioning it in front of you both.
“Wait, what?” The question busts out of your mouth before you can even think it to yourself and you furrow your eyebrow, holding out the dress with a scowl as if it had personally just offered you up as a breeding cow to the highest bidder. Hela raises her own eyebrow at you and grabs the dress, unfurling it and holding it up to your body. “Here, hold please!” She chirps and you take the material, holding it in place as your cousin grabs a pouch off of her hip. There seems to be pins in said pouch and she starts making quiet measurements before answering.
“Flattering? For festival, yes? Mama said you shall take our family slot this year, quite lucky!” Your face pales and you grind your teeth together, trying to keep too much of your outrage off of your face. You weren’t expecting anything like this that soon, you just got off the damn plane for fucks sake! “What exactly does Caldura mean Hela? And what do you mean, slot? I don’t think I necessarily want anything like that.. Ouch!” You jump in place with a soft squeak as Hela steps back quickly, shock written on her face as she straightens up. “Sorry! Surprised me, mama did not tell you?” She frowns and moves back to gently take the dress in her hands and guides you to have a seat on the bed. She sits beside you and tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear with a nervous sigh.
“Village is.. Old. Traditional. Traditions safe, yes? Each family presents one young for festival at beginning of winter. Couples pair off, women go with their spouses family to serve and marry. Caldura, warmth.” Her eyebrows furrow and she fiddles with your fingers as she turns over her english vocabulary, grunting as she tried to explain further. “Festival of warmth. Stay with new family for winter, have baby in fall. If family does not send their young, family is shamed. Limited trading. Outcast. Mama has lied to village for me. Told them I’m sick. Stupid Kara figured out and spread word. Then thief- er.. Outsider calls mama. Aunt Alessa has daughter and needs home. Perfect for festival. Perfect for mama. My fault.” Hela’s voice falls to a quiet hush and she squirms her hands free again, reaching up to rub at her misty eyes. You wanted to be angry at her but this wasn’t even her fault. You slump your head and shoulders with a defeated sigh, reaching to rub at your own face as you did out of habit.
“It’s not your fault Hela. Thank you for telling me.. Just don’t expect me to be happy about it. What if they pick me as a servant instead of a spouse?” You peak over at her and the fact that she doesn’t immediately perk up makes your stomach drop. She finally lifts her eyes to look at you sadly and shakes her head. “Your family gets paid for your services, you have baby in fall destined to also be servant. But we are from wealthy family, you will get handsome husband and I will send you all of the clothes you and baby can ever need! I will start fixing, you start breakfast yes?” She hastily changes the subject with a finality and shoots you one more somber look before leaving your room one last time. Wow, what a fucking morning. The goddamn sun wasn’t even fully up and you were basically told that your life meant nothing. At least you would have custom tailored clothes. You grumble salty thoughts around your head and walk to the kitchen, checking the ancient refrigerator for the fresh meat Hela had shown you yesterday. What were the odds of you getting the hell out of this place? You also had forgotten to ask Hela about the villages thoughts on soulmates but you had a feeling that it wouldn't change anything. Fuck, you just wanted to go home. You think back to your garage as you heat a cast iron skillet over the gas stove. You would give anything to just be sitting next to your dad, listening to him rattle off some mumbo jumbo about his current project as you scrolled through your phone or messed with your little sculptures. You rub some stray tears from your eyes and pull out some bacon, sliding it into the pan.
You’re about to add some eggs to the pan before you freeze and hear sharp heels stomping down the hallway. Your anger instantly swells up and you clench your jaw, setting the eggs aside gently before rushing up to your aunt as she heads for the door wrapped in a coat with a basket held over her arms. She raises an eyebrow at you and you clear your throat quietly, standing up straight and raising your chin. “Aunt Marlainna, may I ask you something?” It takes every ounce of self control to remain calm. Of course, your ‘person’ decides now would be a great time to excitedly prod at your outburst. They were probably sick of all of your moping and honestly you couldn’t blame them.
“You may speak, quickly. I must go gift the elders and submit our families information for Caldura. You will regret it if you burn that bacon.” Her eyes glare at the skillet before staring back down into what felt like your very soul. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to decline being pu-” The air is knocked from your lungs as pain blooms in your face and you lose your balance, falling to the floor and clutching your cheek. “Did you just fuckin’-” A swift kick to your stomach stops you from finishing your next sentence and you feel dizzy as you curl into a ball. “Listen to me closely you little whore. You may have my sister’s face but you are not a true member of this family. You are nothing but a means to an end for my family, do you understand?” A crash from the bedroom area distracts your aunt and she looks up to see a horrified Hela drop a basket of various sewing materials. She turns and runs to her room, slamming her door shut and drawing a sigh from the woman above you. She shoots you a cold glare and reaches down to grab your chin and force you to look in her direction.
“Now you’ve gone and upset my daughter, you had better hope that we get a pretty penny for you. You had better be ready to leave when I return after noon, shower away your filth for your future master. I can’t foresee any village boy wanting to marry a wisp like you. You’re truly a disappointment, just like your father.” On that note, she walks out of the house and just leaves you there, curled up and hyperventilating on the floor. No fucking way. She just did that. You were going to kill her. You were going to rip her fucking head off of her body. You were going to.. burn that fucking bacon. You snarl finally and push yourself to your feet, finally feeling your limits be pushed beyond sanity. Fuck this. If you died, that would be welcome compared to this. Your cheek stings and you can feel a bruise forming right beneath your ribs but you had made up your mind. You weren’t going to sit around and be some fuck toy.
You storm to your room with a wince and snatch your duffel bag, shoving your handful of clothes right back into the bag you unpacked only a couple of days ago. Your ‘person’ had gone ominously silent after you essentially got the shit kicked out of you but you could feel the stirring of concern flitting around your mind. You wondered if they could feel your pain like you could feel the ghost of their own? A thought for a different time. You fling the dress you were wearing off of your body and catch a sight at the angry red skin of your stomach. “Fucking bitch!” You snarl and throw on the little slip that was laid out on the bed before tugging the white dress back on. If you were going to be walking in this chill, you needed as many layers as possible. Harris was still gone for the day with the horses and unless you could steal one, you were on foot. You honestly didn’t want Hela to face any heat from the village so you were planning on slipping away without too much of a fuss. Didn’t mean you couldn’t finish a little home wrecking first right? Speaking of which. You grab your little horse and move to the dresser, grabbing the pictures of dad and mom. You squint at the picture of your aunt and mother, picking the frame up in your hand before smashing it towards the ground. It shatters in a very satisfying way and you pull out the paper gently, ripping it down the center and folding the photo of your mother up gently. You crumple up the side that has your aunt's familiar scowl and toss it to the floor.
A bang from your window draws your attention and you jump with a gasp, whipping your head around towards the sound. You didn’t see anything and you were about to investigate before your bedroom door creaks softly. You turn with an aggressive stance, only relaxing slightly when you see Hela looking at you with wide sad eyes. You hold a hand up to stop her from saying anything, warning quietly. “Hela, i’ve really loved getting to know you these past days but I can’t do this. I’d rather be bear food.” You try to joke but hold your bag tighter to your shoulder, ready to push past the girl if you had to. She surprisingly does laugh at your joke and pulls a thin jacket out from behind her back. “I’m not allowed outside in winter. ‘Sickness’ you know?” She smiles sadly and you fully relax, rushing up to hug your cousin. She embraces you back and you pull away a bit, holding her shoulders. “Come with me? I can do handiwork and get us by, we can get out of this backwater village and I can show you so many things.” Your heart hurt at the thought that the family ‘responsibility’ would fall right back to your innocent cousin once you had left but you couldn’t subject yourself to this.
She shakes her head slowly and turns you to put the jacket on your body, patting you once she’s finished. “I’m afraid I cannot. This village is all I know. Mother treats me well. I’m sorry for what she has done. I hope you find your happiness.” You nod in understanding and give her one more hug before rushing towards the front door of the house. You swerve to pull the bacon off of the stove and wrap it in a clean cloth, shoving it in your duffel bag before heading out the front door without a clue where you would go. Anywhere had to be better than here right?
The cold air felt good on your irritated cheek and you take a moment to orient yourself, looking down the road towards the little village. You were definitely going to avoid that way at all costs and the next bet looked like the dark trees lining the other side of the road. If you remembered correctly, you saw an offshoot of the road heading that direction on your way here. Maybe you could find it and bypass the village and make your way towards the airport area? It was worth a shot. You cross the road and halt with your toes over the forest line, closing your eyes and sending out a quick apology to your parents. You know for a fact that your dad would approve of your decision but you’ll feel really stupid if you end up dying a week after you leave his side. You also reserve a quick apology to your ‘person’, hoping they won’t be too sad if your forced connection suddenly severs from some bear encounter. Jesus christ, what had you gotten yourself into? “Not some stranger’s bed.” You mumble to yourself and hype yourself up, stepping off into the trees with a determined huff.
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“I WANT TO BRING HER!” No no no, you found her, you should be the one to bring the tiny alpha home! Your spotty fur bristles and you refuse to back down to the much larger beta, flashing your teeth and trying to snatch the now tattered fabric from the large lycan’s fist. Urias holds it high out of your reach and gnashes his teeth back down at you as you twist away right on time. “You can’t keep cloth safe, you can’t keep tiny alpha safe! Big oaf!!” You snap at him and tear out of the den with a couple of your closer den mates running after you. “We will come! We help?” You slow down and squint at them before huffing and nodding. “Little one live with humans. Will show, won’t let Beta know. We bring her to alpha. We get reward, we get new pack mate!” You huff and take off for the familiar path you had traveled for your scouting, huffing a soft laugh as you hear the large beta roaring in the cave when he cannot find you. You please alpha, you may get big hammer instead! Give Urias tiny hatchet and cramped spot among the others! You suppose you can share the hammer with your two pack mates that are flanking on either side of you but the tiny cliff in the den was going to be allll yours. And little alpha if she wanted to nap! Alpha never spends time in the den, too busy with his tasty rotting snacks. Your pointed ears pick up the sounds of the village and you skid to a halt, crouching into the bushes in the forest and moving forward at a slower pace. Risky to come during day time but Urias will come if you don’t! Big oaf is good tracker, loud though. Destroy human den, maybe squish tiny alpha. Human den is extra busy today, lots of food walking the streets wrapped up in their furs. Your den mates slinked beside you and waited for your command, being careful to avoid being detected. Good pack mates. You make your way back towards the back of the village and see the big house, huffing a soft order to your mates to wait for your command. You sniff the air and make sure that no humans are outside before rushing for the alpha’s window. You sniff experimentally again and you smell cooking flesh drifting out of the other side of the house. Mmmm. Hog flesh, slightly charred. Maybe tiny alpha would be grateful and give you some. Your shaken from your thoughts as the front door slams and you scamper up onto the roof, ducking behind the old chimney and watching as an older human makes her way down the road. She smelled faintly of stale moisture and sweat, making your nose crinkle in disgust.
The sound of shattering glass from the room below you shakes you back to your current mission and you crawl back down and push your hands against the glass, slipping and falling to the ground with a grunt. You shake out your hair and peek your eyes above the window frame, seeing the tiny alpha speaking to another human at the entrance to her den. You growl softly and sink back down, sensing the waves of distress rolling off of the tiny woman. Stupid humans were upsetting her, that’s good though right? Drive her to pack’s open arms. Your ears twitch as you hear the front door again and crouch down low, seeing the very object of your thoughts heading straight for your pack mates. Right into open arms indeed, it’s your lucky day! Wait. Pack mates positioned to pounce? No! Dumb mates. You wave an arm in the air to try and get their attention, perking up in relief when they seem to make eye contact with you. You jerk your head in a way that signals them to back off and you wait patiently for the small alpha to make her way into the woods. She’s heading straight for your territory! She must be ready for naps away from the stinky humans. You’re about to follow her into the woods before you get an idea with a smile. You head for the tiny house that the little flightless birds reside in and tumble your way into it, laughing at the chaos that ensues. You would bring the little alpha a gift! She may give you some charred hog. Fair trade? You get a bit carried away once your sharp claws meet flesh and feather, effectively wiping out the entire coup of fat birds. You shake your head and devour one of them, satiating your hunger for now. Tracking and running was hard work, these plump little things had no business being so tasty. You grab one of the thicker ones and loop it through your belt beside your hatchet. Little alpha will be so happy! You track her scent back through the trees and meet up with your packmates, sticking a safe distance to remain undetected. You were curious as to where the little one was trying to go and you didn’t want to startle her.
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What seems like hours pass and you feel like you haven’t gone anywhere. It’s not like you've been going in circles (you hope) but none of the scenery seems to have changed and you can’t shake the feeling of eyes all around you. The sun above you tells you that it’s past noon and you can’t help the satisfied smirk that crosses your features as you think about your auntie dearest getting home and finding no sign of you. The thought alone is enough to give you a boost of energy and your pace picks up slightly, weaving through the trees with more ease than you had when you started. You begin humming to yourself to provide some comfort at the unnerving vibes you were getting as your eyes shift the horizon. “Nothing but fucking trees. Maybe dad should have tried teaching me carpentry instead of mechanics. Could build a shelter or something.” You grumble and rub your arms to try and warm them. You stop walking for a moment to adjust your bag on your shoulder but you hear a very distinct stick crack not too far from you. If you had been moving, it would have been nearly undetectable but you’re a thousand percent sure that you heard something heading in your direction. A shiver shoots up your spine and you feel your fight or flight kicking in. Whatever that was, it sounded heavy. Don’t tell me it’s a fucking bear. You take a deep breath before breaking off into a sprint through the underbrush, panting and praying you make it out of these damn trees. God dammit, you didn’t want to die alone in the fucking woods.
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You shoot your packmate a nasty look and snarl when the little alpha takes off in fear, shoving him roughly before taking off in a sprint behind the woman. No no no if she kept going she would head right into Varcolac territory! Those stinky beasts respected no one except the fish man. You couldn’t let your new pack mate run into one of those nasty things but she was quick and nimble. You bark to your mates to split up and close in on her as soon as you are able, starting to get nervous as the reservoir starts coming up on the horizon. You let out a frustrated howl to alert any fellow lycans in the area to join the ‘hunt’, feeling a pit of guilt in your stomach as you hear the woman start to cry out verbally in panic.
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“Oh fuck, oh my god!” You screech out as you hear some form of gurgling howl from behind you and you had either better pass out or fucking die before you allow your legs to stop moving. Even if your lungs burst on the spot, you didn’t want to face whatever it was that made that noise. Wait, look! Water! Windmills? Ok, progress. Maybe help? Maybe you can lose whatever the fuck is chasing you in the dirty looking water. You start to head towards what looks like a walking path before you hear even more snarls and running coming more heavily from that direction. How many of these things were there?! You change course last second and run along a steep slope that leads to a rocky wet area, almost tripping numerous times. You can feel yourself running out of stamina but the sounds of panting growing closer urges you on. You feel something touch your hair and you let out a shriek, turning on your foot and raising your hands to try and hold whatever was chasing you back. Your eyes practically bulge out of your head as you finally see what looks like at least 6 grown men? Beasts? Some mixture of fur, sharp yellowing teeth and glowing yellow eyes. Your rational thought short circuits and you trip over your own feet, feeling your body starting to slide down the steep cliffside. You don’t have time to breathe as a large blue tinged hand reaches out and clutches the front of your coat, holding you over the steep terrain. Your hands shoot up to hold the arm of the beast and you stare into its face in fear, trembling with baited breath. The creature pants softly and looks at you with what appears to be acute intelligence as it slowly reels you back in. It gently lowers you to the ground before squatting in front of you, tilting its head with a tiny smile. Ok, you had to of just been eaten by a bear or something because there is no fucking way this is real. Your eyes slowly shift over to the other creatures that seem just as riled up, a few of them pacing or dropping into their own squats. They seemed.. uneasy. May as well try to stay uneaten in this weird dream/afterlife/trick of a dying brain(?) You shakilly open your bag and pull out the little cloth wrap, opening it and very veeeeerrrryyy slowly holding it out with trembling hands. This seems to excite the big one in front of you and he snatches the cloth from your hand quickly before flashing you a yellow toothy smile. He grabs a handful of bacon before throwing the rest back at the rest of the pack, shoving his amount into his mouth with a soft warning growl to anyone who tries to take his share.
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You were definitely in Varcolac territory but more of your pack mates had come to your aid so it should be safe for now. The tiny alpha accepted your help! You got your reward!!! Charred flesh, so good. What a kind alpha, offering her own food to her pack. Oh! That reminds you. You grab your hatchet out of the way and notice how the little one tenses up. You quickly drop it to the ground and pull out the mostly featherless chicken. It had taken quite a beating on the run here but still good meat! You’re about to offer it to the little one but one of the more rowdy pack members trots up and assumes that this is more food to share amongst the pack and tries to take it for himself. Idiot pup. You growl at him and snap your jaws, pushing him away with one last warning glare. You turn your attention back to the tiny alpha and scoot up to her, reaching to gently scoop her up in your arm and move her away from the steep cliff. You can’t help but lean into her neck to get another good sniff, excitedly rubbing your cheek against her scent to let the rest of the pack know that the tiny alpha accepted your help.
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Ok, you were definitely going to die now. These things almost just tore each other apart over a dead chicken and any minute the shoe would drop that you are also a fine choice in cuisine. You shut your eyes as the big one moves up to you and you hold your breath, shaking a bit more before a surprisingly warm arm picks you up and yanks you into it’s chest in a very gentle manner. You gasp when it starts sniffing around your neck and starts rubbing up on you. Unfortunately, you’re very sensitive and can’t help the poorly timed giggle as your hands fly up to hold the shaggy hair. Yellow eyes snap up to yours with a look you can’t place before you’re being pushed down into the grass and licked excitedly on the face. You can’t say the smell is anything other than putrid, and you definitely can’t say that it isn’t super weird being licked by a full grown man(beast/thing?) but it was definitely better than being at the wrong side of those teeth. Those things looked like walking gangrene. The other ones seem to approach you and take their turns, rubbing up on you to get your scent. They deserved credit for rescuing the little alpha afterall, of course. Once they’re all satisfied and the big one sits back in front of you, holding out the chicken with a grin. You glance at the chicken with a confused face and tilt your head, not fully sure these things were capable of speaking. Were they even human? The big one seemed to have a scrap of clothing over his chest with half of a ripped off name tag embroidered on the dirty cloth. “Ko-? Um, thank you.. I uh… you can have it?” The big one, you’ll call Ko, held it out to you again, grunting before bringing it up towards his own face. He holds the head in one hand and the body in the other, pretending to gnaw it’s neck with an insistent face. He hands it over to you again with an excited grumble and you cautiously take it and place it in your duffle bag, watching Ko’s face to make sure that didn’t seem to agitate him.
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“Little alpha has accepted us! Let’s bring her back to the den and alert alpha!” You hop up excitedly and circle the small woman, nuzzling her again before scooping her up into your arms. She wraps her arms around you with a cute quiet squeak and you can’t help but bark out a quiet laugh and cradle her against your chest. “I will take care of little one! Will be little one’s beta!” You and the pack set off alongside the cliff towards the ceremony site, keeping an eye out for any unsavory guests. You’re almost out of varcolac territory before you hear the telltale roar of a surprise attack. “Defend the little one!” you shout to your packmates as a huge varcolac comes busts through an old destroyed house, cornering you between it’s huge maw and the cliffside. The tiny alpha screams and holds onto you tighter, staring at the creature as you break down into a crouch to try and run. The beast seems to pick up on the fresh scent of human and it makes a beeline for your alpha, clawing through 2 of your packmates as you break into a sprint. You scream out in pain as you feel it’s teeth sink into the meat of your calf, ripping you backwards as it begins to shake it’s head. You can’t keep hold of the small creature in your arms and you roar as she slides on the ground towards the cliff. You scramble to claw at the beast as your packmates jump onto its back, biting and slashing at what parts they’re able to reach.
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Ok, they’re apparently taking you somewhere. Hopefully wherever it was that they were taking you didn’t involve anything.. unsavory. You shiver at the thought and lean against the warm chest, silently thanking your father for your awful sense of smell. Even though Ko was smelly, he was warm and you were honestly exhausted. You shut your eyes and just try to enjoy the gentle back and forth motion of walking before a brand new sound of straight up nightmare fuel races towards you and your newfound friends. It seems to set its sights on you and breaks into a sprint, causing the man beasts around you to become defensive over you. You hold Ko tighter as he breaks off into his own run before you’re whipped onto the ground and tumble a few feet away. The motion has the bruise on your stomach screaming in agony and you turn to look at the giant monster, gasping in panic as it still makes a beeline for you. Even with 4 men on it, it still manages to snap it’s jaws at you. You reach to kick out with your boots, shrieking as it catches an ankle in its mouth and
crunches
with a sickening squelch. Ko and the others seem to fight it off of you and you can see more of the man-beasts running towards your small group at the sound of fighting. You try to push yourself to your feet through your adrenaline, not realizing how unusable your right ankle is. The useless thing buckles under your weight with another snapping noise and you barely register the world turning sideways as you tumble down the steep earth into the icy water down below. The last thing you remember hearing is the sound of howling and the sound of the earth shaking before your head is brought under the murky waves.
Notes:
Also, thought it would be fun for the Lycan friend to only have the first 2 letters of his name worn into his shirt. My work schedule is pretty hectic for the next few days but I'll try and get the next chapter up asap! Thanks for reading.
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CHAPTER 8
Heisenberg POV
For the past week or two, you had been locked up in the deepest darkest parts of your factory, your safe place. You hadn’t gotten shitall done for work but how could you when your “soulmate” was going through something? It had never been like this before, it had started a few days ago while you were trying to rewire a soldat’s reactor to make it more energy efficient. You were almost done when something smudged on your glasses and your gloved fingers slipped at the loss of vision, severing a whole day’s worth of work. “What the FUCK?” You growl softly and rip your glasses off of your face, holding them up to the dim light to examine them. Water? From where? You look up to the ceiling and frown, moving your glasses to your shirt to rub the moisture off. It wasn’t until you look down that you notice the drops on your shirt too. What the..? Oh . You reach your free hand up to your cheek to confirm your suspicion, furrowing your brows and pulling a chair over with your powers to have a seat. You were crying???
Once you thought about it, the ever present feeling of despair clouded your whole thought process and made your chest feel tight with anxiety. “God damn kid, the fuck’s wrong with you?” After the years have gone by, you’ve become more at peace with the poor person that’s tied to you and stopped feeling so bitter about it. If you were being honest, in the deepest most private parts of your mind, you appreciated not being so utterly alone. You couldn’t help the pang of guilt that you felt when you obviously sent some of your erratic emotions their way but usually their own snide frustration helped relieve some of your tension. Helped remind you that there was a life waiting for you after this one. Something to look for. Now though? The guilt you were feeling? A direct result of wishing you could stop whatever was causing this, moreso for their benefit than your own. Whatever was going on felt pretty serious and you knew you wouldn’t be able to think clearly for the rest of the day. You sigh and move to stand again, grabbing and lighting a cigar as you make your way towards the elevator. Your private quarters were a few floors above and you supposed you could get some rest. You’re able to finish your smoke and pull off all of your belts and your coat before exhaustion washes over your body. You fall face forward onto your rarely used bed and curl up into the light blanket, letting your eyes close and just allowing yourself to feel them for once.
Alone. All alone, forever. You had nothing to live for. No one. Alone.
You could practically hear their distorted voice in their head and the whispered words pull at your heart from the depths of your own loneliness. Your own torment. All of the nights spent growing up angry and alone in this shithole village, until they arrived in your head and relieved some of that pain. You wanted to pull them to your chest tightly and pet their hair, shushing them quietly. You wanted to share a part of yourself that no one has ever seen. You wanted to feel seen . You wanted them to feel safe with you and feel safe in return. Soothe your own pain. You weren't alone in this hell anymore and you hated that they felt that very feeling.
“ Not alone buttercup .” You practically coo as you’re drifting out of consciousness, imagining holding that unobtainable little flower tight and never letting them go.
As the days go by, that feeling of unease and sadness doesn’t go away. It only gets worse and that has you pacing and cussing in the lower levels while you try and do anything productive. Your lycan tendencies only make you more violent when you get this worked up and you’ve already gone through 3 pairs of gloves due to your claws popping out at unwelcome intervals. You’re honestly surprised your bitch of a ‘mother’ hasn’t come calling for you since you haven’t seen any of those pieces of shit in over a week. Better for them anyways, you always have an even harder time keeping yourself under control when it comes to the supersized bitch and her teasing on a good day. Throw in a lycan transformation and you’ll never hear the end of it. Your day has been going pretty normal so far until you feel a sharp pain on your cheek. You almost think it’s your own pain before the panic and fear spike in the back of your mind. You feel a growl rise from your throat and some of the haulers nearby seem to inch away from you on either instinct, or some remaining sense of self preservation.
You almost think you have your heart rate under control until you feel it . You feel the echoes of a force to your stomach that knocks the air out of you and the entire level you’re on starts to vibrate. Your person was being hurt and you were stuck Here. Because of That Bitch. You Weren’t Where you Needed to Be. BECAUSE OF HER. THA T. B I T C H! T H
A T. F U C KI NG BIT-
CH.
Your body expands as your vision turns red with rage and you don’t even have time to rip off your clothes before everything tears and your fur sprouts through the fabric. It’s been a long time since you’ve shifted like this and you’ve almost forgotten the pain that accompanies it. Thankfully that’s mostly drowned out by your own growls of fury and the anger you’re feeling. You effectively feel like an animal trapped in a cage and all you want is OUT!
Unfortunately for future Karl, the only proverbial cage you can rip out of right now is your own factory. You’re not lucid enough to use your powers but it doesn’t matter right now. Your claws work just as well and you rip and tear at any surface you’re able to reach, snarling when a hauler drops a pipe in the distance and makes a metallic shriek. The poor thing just looks at you and tries to shuffle backwards. It’s not able to go far before your large body leaps over to it, sinking your teeth and shaking your head side to side. This is utterly unproductive but god damn it feels good to let out this physical tension. Your little tantrum lasts for an hour or so and you’ve done nothing but destroy your own work and rip the floor out over half of the reservoir beneath your factory. You are calm enough to finally force a shift back and limp back to your elevator, panting quietly and trying to will away the pain from 2 shifts in such a short amount of time. You step into the large space, thankful that the Duke isn’t here to see your bare form. You turn to take one last look at the lower level and curse to yourself quietly as you hit the button to begin going up. It would take you a fucking week to fix the structural damage you had done, not to mention the bodies you would need to replace the Haulers you had used as chew toys. You shake your limbs out and roll your neck, rubbing your face as you stalk back to your room to find a change of clothes. You slide on some pants and pull on a black tank top before you feel more than hear a pounding at the front door. Your tension instantly sky rockets and you pull on some boots before stomping for the front. At the very least, you’d gotten some of that aggression physically out. Otherwise, whoever the fuck was at your door would have been in for a rude awakening.
“What the fuck do you want?” You snarl as you throw open the door, stunned to find the beta of the lycan pack, kneeling in front of you with his hammer slung over his back. It was rare that lycans ever got through the gate onto factory grounds without you letting them in and it was even more rare that Urias had come to seek you out. He usually waited until you visited the den to give you any news. You raise an eyebrow at the lack of eye contact your second in command is giving you and you put your hands on your hips. “Well? Spit it out already, shit. What’s so important that you had to bust your big ass through my gate?” You let out another growl as the large lycan digs in his comically large pants pockets.
“ Little Lycan beat me to it. One who wants spot as beta. Went to get her without me, but I bring to alpha. Real alpha.”
The lycan snarls and you’re about to ask what the fuck he’s talking about before he pulls out a ripped up piece of white fabric. He holds it out to you and before you can even reach out to take it, the scent hits you in the face like a fucking train. Before you can even think, your hand reaches out to snatch the fabric(A piece of a dress?) your mind whispers to you as you bring the piece to your nose. You inhale deeply and your knees nearly buckle as your heart speeds up. This smell.. Your face heats up as you feel something primal flip your stomach into knots and you have to forcefully pull your own face away from the fabric. A thousand thoughts cross your mind at once and you can’t help but the foreboding sense of fear that rises to your hind brain. No no no no no. This can’t be. Is this..? This smell? Soft linen laced with a scent that made your heart flutter and your mind go fuzzy. They can’t be here. Her? A dress? She’s a woman then. She was here? A lycan had her fucking clothes? Oh god no. A gutteral snarl pulls from your mouth and before you even realize it, you have a cloud of scrap metal from the yard pulled into a giant claw pinning down Urias who whimpers in fear and pain. You climb up onto his chest and firmly grasp his jaw, holding up the dress that you wanted to hide away in the confines of your room. “WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THIS? WHERE IS SHE?” You snarl into his face, ignoring the hot breath and spittle that flies your way. You both freeze as you hear a howl of help from the distance.
Notes:
We getting there ;^) Urias is a daddy's boy lol
Chapter Text
Darkness was wrapped around you like a thick blanket and you felt at peace floating in the void. It was quiet. The panic and pain had been leached from your body and now a quiet sense of contentment was eating it’s way through your very being. You couldn’t move a muscle but that felt downright blissful. You didn’t want to move. You wanted to sink and rest. It was so quiet here. So warm. Why had you been so upset earlier? What were you doing here? You feel the memory on the tip of your brain but simply accept the mental tug of it moving further and further away from you as you try to grasp it back. Oh well, it must not have been important. Nothing seemed more important than the urge to sleep and oh, the urge felt downright sinful. You sink further into the depths and your faint consciousness starts to ebb away.
A gentle wave seems to bump into you in the darkness and you faintly feel your body tumble sideways as if being pulled by a current. It felt nice, like your father rocking you to sleep like when you were young. Mmm. Just a little nap couldn’t hurt.
“WHERE IS SHE?”
Your attention is grabbed and you have the urge to reach up to cover your ears at the loud shout ringing in the empty darkness. Why was it so loud? Who was that? You still couldn’t shift a muscle but it no longer felt warm and cozy and anxiety starts to flicker through your mind. Why couldn’t you move exactly? Why was that voice so familiar? Why was it so upset? So feral? You could feel a presence moving towards where you floated and you knew if you could open your eyes, you would see the angry being before you. You didn’t feel scared though, you felt.. like you wanted to reach out towards them. Open your eyes and see them. Oh yes. “Them.” Your person. Always so angry, always. They needed to come closer and rest with you, that would make everything better. You think to reach out towards them and get frustrated when your finger doesn’t even so much as twitch. You try to kick, push, wiggle, anything to get a response but you feel like a rock sinking in the ocean. The frustration starts to feed off of the panic and anger bouncing off of the other person and you feel panic rising in your throat. This was all wrong. You weren’t supposed to be here. Where?
You snarl in anger in your mind but your throat echoes a much quieter version. That’s something! It burned but it was a response! You try to open your eyes but the most you can do is twitch and let out another frustrated moan. Your body once again parrots your noises and you’re able to twitch one of your pinky fingers. Just a little more. You had to see them. You had to tell them it would be okay, even if it wasn’t. Just a little more. You take a few deep breaths and mentally try and pull your arms tighter against yourself. It now felt like the blanket of darkness was trying to suffocate you and you wanted it off ! Now!
Your eyes finally fly open and you rip the blanket off of yourself, expecting to see your person sitting right in front of you as you let out a feeble cry at how sore your poor body feels. Instead, you see cold wet stone and the shock of protest your muscles send you almost knocks you out again. You blink owlishly and look around, letting out a cough at how tight your chest was feeling. Where the fuck? You glance down and see that you had ripped off a ratty old green blanket that smells strongly of mildew. Your skin felt cold and clammy and you let out a soft cry when you notice your body. Firstly, you were bare aside from the thin slip you had slid under your dress what felt like eons ago. Jesus christ, someone had undressed you? Secondly, you were covered from head to toe in bruises and your ankle was wrapped up in.. some sort of.. green goo? You try to shake it off a bit before hissing in pain and scooting back on the soft surface you had been laying on. This prompts you to finally take in your environment and you almost choke at the scene you’ve been put in.
The soft surface? Some dingy bed pushed into the corner of what looks like some kind of cave system. There was rock all around you and the only opening was covered in bars. Oh fuck. Ohhhh fuck. There was nothing in this cell aside from the bed and a bucket on the ground beside you. Your tiny body starts to tremble and you reach up to rub your face, trying to keep your breathing and panic under control. You should never have left. It looks like you just woke up in the home of some slasher freak and you couldn’t believe it but you felt loss at the fact that those blue creatures hadn’t taken you where you were going. At least they were warm. You hold yourself at the reminder of how fucking cold it is in here and you distastfully grab the smelly blanket, pulling it around yourself as you try to think about your next rational course of action. Irrationally though, you wanted to curl up in a ball and go back to sleep. You couldn’t do that though, who knows who the hell put you down here and when the fuck they were coming back.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed with a soft hiss and experimentally touch your left foot to the ground, instantly feeling a jolt of a chill shoot up your spine. It was fucking freezing and your shoes were nowhere to be seen. Where the fuck were your other clothes anyways? What had happened to you even? You remember that big wolf- thing and you remember it biting you. Falling against the rocks. Hitting water, you think? Hm. You experimentally try and set your right foot on the ground and whimper as the goo pushes further into your flesh, pulling at the wound inevitably underneath it. Well, maybe this cave person wasn’t trying to hurt you. They had fixed up your ankle after all? You push yourself onto your left foot and up unsteadily, feeling your muscles groan with protest after all of the running and physical pummeling you had taken. You grit your teeth and limp to the bars, holding the blanket around yourself like a cloak. Your hair sticks out around your face and feels damp and you have to push it out of your face as you get to the bars and try to press your face against them to squint into the darkness.
You see a tiny table in an open room only a few feet away and can spot one lonely stool sitting beside it with your dress draped over it. Your shoes are on the floor beside it and you spot your bag with it’s contents laid out on the center of the table. You silently prayed that your pictures of dad and mom had been spared from the icy lake. You can faintly hear what sounds like some kind of speaker echoing noise around the interior of the cave and you turn your head to the side now, pressing your cheek against the cold metal to try and hear what it’s saying. Is that.. 50 first dates? What the actual fuck ???? You hear a sudden low pitched cackling coming from the same room and you wrinkle your noise as it sounds downright phlegmy and disgusting.
“Yes Henry, she remembers!” The voice sounds downright delighted and you figured someone that genuinely enjoys watching an Adam Sandler movie may not be too bad, right? It was worth a shot anyways.
You try to wiggle the bars with a soft grunt and get a squeak of metallic protest. “Hell-” You try to yell out but your throat feels like you haven’t had fresh water in weeks. You force out a cough and keel over as one cough turns into an unstoppable fit of coughing. Your lungs burn and you sink to your knees, trying to clear your airways. You're too busy to notice that the movie had stopped until a pale hand reaches through the bar holding out some clear liquid. You snatch it and down the glass in one sip, panting and trembling as you get out the last of the little hacks. “Th-thank you..” You gasp out softly before turning your head up and making direct eye contact with whatever the fuck that thing is. A hunched figure stares at you with it’s wrinkly face and pale eyes, reminding you of one of those blobfish things from the deepest darkest depths of the ocean. You’re positive that your horror shows plainly on your face and the figure turns to the side seemingly sheepishly and backs away meekly. It makes you feel a pang of regret at your outright disgust but the crown of bones on it’s head tells you that this is no meek harmless creature.
“You’re w-welcome!” It replies nervously and wrings it’s thin long hands together. The awkward tension in the air makes you uncomfortable and you slowly place the glass back on the other side of the bars. The calm action draws it’s attention back and he scoops the glass up, hobbling out of the room quickly. The cloak he was wearing seemed to wrap around his body almost a foot above it’s face and you swear you can see some of the goo on your foot dripping off of his body. You perk up as you hear what sounds like a sink running before the creature returns to you again with the glass outstretched. You take it slowly this time before pushing yourself up to your good foot and hobbling back to the bed. You sit down and pull the blanket around you before noticing that the creature’s eyes are now ghosting over your form as you sip at the water. You clear your throat and set the glass in your lap nervously, making sure to pull the blanket up high enough that it covers your collar bones. “Sorry for being so.. surprised. I’ve had a long day..” You mumble and look away, trying to keep your stomach from flipping and tossing the water you just drank as you hear a moist squishing sound as the creature shifts from it’s foot to the other in a nervous manner. You wanted this thing to think that you were weak and feeble. You didn’t want to die down here and you were fine acting like airhead Drew Barrymore to accomplish that.
“O-oh yes! I pulled you from the lake, those nasty lycans seemed t-to tear you up. But I got you nice and f-fixed up out of those soggy clothes!” The creature stammers and turns to the stool, picking up your dress and flopping it on the table before he tugs over the stool with a soft grunt and more squelches. Your stomach flips again and you bring your hand up to cover your mouth, scowling and turning to face the wall. You try to process the other words that he speaks as you talk your own stomach down, turning to watch him hop up onto the stool as you flash him a polite smile. Lycan huh? Plural? That must be what they call the furry men. Makes sense, even though they didn’t really look like wolves per say. That big motherfucker on the other hand? That would have made much more sense. You realize that the man is staring at you as if he’s waiting for something and you bolt up a little straighter before dipping your head submissively. “Thank you for saving me! I remember falling but not much else.. I’m (y/n).” You had remembered something from watching Dateline with dad in the middle of the night about making sure to mention a victim's name repeatedly to humanize them. That logic at least seemed sound and you still weren’t sure what kind of vibe you were getting off of this man. He did put you in a cage after all.
The man beams at you and seems to kick his legs a bit in delight. “(Y/n)? What a pretty name. You would m-make such a kind sister. Maybe mother will l-listen to me. Let us take you f-from brother. That is where you were running from, isn’t it? D-Did he hurt you and sick his lycan’s on you? Poor dear. I-I’m lord Moreau but you may call me Salvatore. Or Sal! That’s what Donna calls me.” His face seems to be smiling and kind but you can see the glint in his good eye that screams predator. A snake trying to find information, trying to get your guard down. You decide to play extremely submissively and reach to twirl a lock of hair around a finger nervously, tilting your head to the side in confusion. Two could play at the information game.
“Okay Sal.. I’m not sure who your brother is, but I was actually traveling and got lost in the woods. My ‘lycan’ friends helped me towards your humble domain.” The word lycan feels weird rolling off of your tongue in such a serious manner but you winced internally, hoping that your played up speech would flatter this ‘lord’ rather than make him suspicious. The man definitely seems receptive as he tilts his own head with a crooked smile but you can tell that his eyes have honed in on your face a bit more. Gears were turning in his brain and that made you very, very nervous.
“Oh? I figured he had given you the little toy of his house crest? The one you have b-burned into your flesh, yes?” He lifts up his hand and points to it right at the spot where you have the tiny scar on your hand from your little horse’s gear. Your nervous act falls away as confusion pulls your eyebrows down and you hold up your own hand to mimic the man. So he had closely observed your body while he had undressed you and that brought its own pit to your already nauseous stomach. He sees your confusion and hops off of his stool, shuffling to your bag’s contents on the table. This sends a sense of panic through you and you hop off of the bed again, tumbling the glass in your lap to the floor. You dart forward as quickly as you can as he lifts up the tiny metal horse, hobbling back over to you. You’re not sure where it comes from, but the sight of those slimy fucking hands on your precious item has you seeing red. You grip the bars and dart one of your hands between them, nearly grasping the item from the slimy man. “ GIVE THAT BACK YOU FUCKING FREAK!” You snarl in a nearly feral manor as the man steps back for a second, tilting his head again and eyeing you like a scientist eyes a rat in a maze.
“So you do know b-brother? You sound just like him once you drop the pretty, sweet act. I wonder how mother will react once I tell her our dear brother has a secret pet that he’s hiding from the family. O-Oh! I’m sure I’ll be the f-favorite!” The creature takes your little toy with him as he seems to hobble out of the room with a new sense of purpose and you sink back to your knees, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes. That was your last little piece of home. You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about but you honestly couldn’t force yourself to care. The sense of despair was back and you let the sobs flow freely from your mouth as you held the bars and wailed. You cried until you had no strength left, dropping the bars finally and just laying on your side on the cold ground under your musty blanket. This was your life now apparently. Why had you gone and freaked out like that? It felt similar to when your ‘person’s rage joined your own but it more so felt like their own rage that you were just riding along with. ‘ You sound just like him’ , that thing, Moreau, had said. That couldn’t be a coincidence?
Your thoughts roam for what feels like hours and you effectively can’t feel your extremities anymore. Maybe your toes will fall off from frostbite and you’ll finally get to die? You snort at your own thoughts and sit up, forcing yourself to wiggle your toes. Nope, still working. Darn. You scrub at your face with a soft groan before something like the sound of breaking wood shakes you from your hysteria. You scramble backwards right into the broken glass and hiss softly, hunching over on the floor and pulling your hands to your chest. You pinch at a shard of glass that embedded itself in your palms before another shuffling noise pulls closer to you. Great, he was back for more. You grit your teeth and keep your eyes to the ground, tugging the blanket around you tighter with a sniffle. A deep chuff draws your attention and your vision finally snaps up to the figure in front of your gate. You scramble to your feet(foot?) with a gasp and rush to the bars, grinning widely. “Ko!!!” You hold a hand out through the bars and the man(lycan?) grabs it, sniffing it gently before huffing disapprovingly and licking your bloody palm. You can’t help but giggle, pulling your hand back gently. “I know, I probably smell disgusting. Can you open this?” You shake the bars again gently before the lycan tilts his head, grabbing above your hand and giving the bars an experimental shake. He growls deeply and tries tugging with more force. The bars didn’t seem to budge and you can’t help but deflate with a soft sigh. He starts pacing and grumbling to himself and you can’t help but notice his limp before your eyes wander to where the big beast had bitten him. You frown and tap the bars to get his attention again before pointing at his leg. “Are you okay? That looks like it hurts?” You mumble softly and the lycan looks at his own leg before huffing and raising his chin proudly. He reaches into the pouch besides his hatchet and pulls out a clump of bloody fur and you wrinkle your nose in disgust. The lycan chuffs again in what you figure is a soft chuckle and puts the fur away before continuing his pace. You hear another metallic screech nearby and you shiver a bit, pulling the blanket around you tighter. “Ko..?” Suddenly, you hear scratching against one of the cell’s walls and you back up against the opposite wall as you listen to grunts of effort echo around the cavern. After a few minutes, bits of the wall start to crumble and you see blue claws digging through the stone and dirt that made up the cell. You stand up excitedly and grin as the lycan digs a hole big enough for you to squeeze through. He beckons to you and you nod, dropping the blanket as you get down on your hands and knees. Ko scoots back to give you room and you push yourself through the tiny hole, grunting as you finally pull your torso through.
A loud bang knocks both of you out of your excitement as you hear frantic blubbering from somewhere above you. “Oh dear, oh no. Mother will be so upset now if I don’t bring her the new vessel! Oh new sister, please still be here. I can’t fail again!” You hear a groaning roar from the man and smell something pungent as green goop starts to seep it’s way through the walls. “Fuck, we gotta go!” You hiss to your friend who seems startled. The green goop around your ankle seems to pulse to its own kind on the wall and you cry out as it tries to stick you to the hole in the wall.
“There you are sis, stay right there!” Moreau bellows as you hear him coming towards you both. You yank your foot through with a soft cry and Ko doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up and sling you over his shoulder. You hold on for dear life and you don’t have time to grab your things as the lycan starts sprinting through the hallways that are slowly but surely filling with the goo. Your own ankle feels like it’s being squeezed in a vice grip from the material on it. You both run into a wall and the lycan doesn’t hesitate to launch himself at it, digging his claws into the soft earth to climb the stiff cliffside. You hear Moreau wailing below you both as Ko climbs over the top of the ravine and rushes into the trees, finally stopping to take a deep breath. He seems to shake you gently to make sure you’re still alive and you pat his back gently.
“Still here, thanks bud.” You let out a sigh of relief as the lycan begins carrying you through the trees. He seems to know exactly where he’s going and you can see more lycans starting to join him through the trees before they freeze. You hear crows cawing and a sharp whimper from below you before you’re flung onto the ground again.
“My my, a child should not be playing with such dangerous creatures. I see my dear son has attempted to patch you up, but it’s nothing compared to the care of a mother. Come here my dear.” You right yourself on the ground and stare up at the woman who seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The pure sense of terror that shoots up your spine has you clambering on the ground backwards as a single sentence plays through your head on repeat.
“Of course my dear, I’ll help you be the best vessel you can be. My perfect child.”
“No no no no no...” You whisper as you hold your head, curling up on the floor and shaking. The woman takes a few steps after you and tilts her head curiously. She had speared the whimpering lycan through it’s injured leg but the megamycete hadn’t grazed the girl, nor had she corrupted any of your mind yet. She steps closer but your mind seems to be elsewhere as your glazed over eyes gaze into memories that don’t belong to you. The woman picks you up and cradles you to her chest, running a sharp finger down the bridge of your nose as you would to a baby. “Now now, we haven’t even started yet my dear.” The woman begins walking towards her lab and thinks to herself, going over what her idiot son had told her. Outbursts similar to Heisenbergs. That little horse that sat in your lab. The agitated appearance of your prized son as if he were looking for something with his little brigade of lycans. Even the fact that these were following her like lost puppies. The woman’s eyes glide around to the unusually bold lycans who seemed to look concerned for this girl. A wicked grin slides over the woman’s face as a theory starts to stir in her head. Her son had been behaving better for the past decade or two and this little one couldn’t be older than that. Oh, how the universe just begged to give her darling Eva back to her. This would be promising indeed. How lucky that Miranda had just installed a metal free zone deep in her labs for just such an occasion.
Notes:
Sorry if there's any major mistakes, I've gotta run but I wanted to get this up asap so I could start writing the next chapter. Prolly a short Heis pov before the night is over, stay tuned!!!!
Chapter 10: Lost
Notes:
I'm so tired hngh, just felt like I needed to catch Heis up for this next part hmm. Starting the next chapter now!
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Heisenberg pov
The sound of the howl in the distance along with the pain shooting around in your mind confirms your worst nightmare. Your soulmate was here and she was in danger again. This was different though. You could help her. You had to help her. You just prayed you could get her the fuck out of here before something horrible happened. How did she even get here? Had she been looking for you? Your mind races with a trillion thoughts but you didn’t have time to dwell on any of them at the moment. You had to move now .
You hop off of the large lycan and hold out your hand towards your factory, calling your hammer to you as you break out into a sprint towards the noise. You protectively shove the piece of dress into one of the deep pockets of your pants. Every cell in your body was screaming at you to shift but your bones felt too stiff from your earlier rampage. “Fuck!” You snarl to yourself as you hear your second in command finally running behind you, practically shaking the earth as he runs on all fours. Urias snarls into the air and more lycans make their way to join you, growling and snapping as they riled themselves up. It had come from the reservoir? You make your way over a long bridge towards the windmills before you see the carnage over the ridge. There was an alpha Varcolac fighting with a small offshoot of your pack and it looked like it was winning. Lycan bodies were scattered in the immediate area but your eyes kept scanning for any sign of a body that didn’t belong to either pack. You close your eyes as you try and work towards the chaos faster, relieved when you feel a cold whisper on the back of your mind. She wasn’t lying dead in a pile of goop and that thought gave you enough relief to focus on off-ing this beast.
You finally arrive to the clearing with a skidding halt, overwhelmed by the sudden scent in the air that turns your stomach sour. The woman’s scent hangs thickly in the air tinged with the copper of blood and the bitterness of fear. You notice the big lycan that Urias had been talking about claws deep in the neck of the varcolac. You wanted to question him instead of letting him get in the way so you snap your head to the side, using your powers to forcefully tear him off of the beast from the hatchet tucked into his belt loops. You now have a perfect opening to rush in and lift your hammer above your head, using your power to add velocity to the heavy piece of metal as it flies through the air. You slam it down into the side of the creature’s jaw and a sickening snap can be heard as a surprised yelp pierces the air. It tries to leap backwards and retreat but you grit your teeth and snarl loudly, grabbing it’s shaggy hair around it’s face and dragging it towards you.
“I’m sorry but who the fuck do you think you are?” You snap in it’s face, dropping your hammer and reaching up with your newfound free hand to dig your fingers into the demolished jaw of the beast. It lets out a screeching whine and curls in on itself, essentially trying to act smaller and submissive. “Now you decide to play nice? YOU!” You turn your head and snap to the lycan you had pulled to safety. It hobbles over to you on it’s wounded legs and bows it’s head nervously before sneering at the loser. You drop the varcolac and stomp on one of it’s back legs with a low growl, digging your steel toed boot into the bone until you hear it pop. It lets out another scream and you snort before giving it a swift kick to the ribs. “I’m not done with you yet, stay put. Now.” You turn to the lycan that seems to be more intelligent than a good portion of them. Your eyes narrow at him and you reach out to grab his town shirt, pulling him close to your face before you lean in to sniff his face curiously. The lycan looks downright terrified for a moment as you detect the undeniable soft floral scent that made your chest ache. Your nose moves up and down his body, detecting her scent all over his hair and chest without the stench of fear or blood. You let him go and let out a warning growl, rolling your eyes when the injured varcolac lets out another unwelcome whine. You try and take a deep breath as you pull out the scrap of white fabric and hold it up to the lycan in front of you.
“You smell like this woman. Before I beat the shit out of you, I’ll give you the privilege of letting you explain. You’d better enlighten me to whatever the fuck is going on here and you better not have harmed her.” The lycan backs down anxiously and lowers his head in submission again.
“Smelled her in neighbor village. Smelled like alpha.” The lycan anxiously glances up at your eyes before flicking them back to the ground. “ Was going to bring to alpha. She accepted pack, let pack scent her. Was bringing her to den when this traitor attacked, try to eat her. Bit me, bit tiny alpha. Couldn’t see where tiny alpha went, fighting for life.” He lets out a growl of frustration that would honestly have you impressed if you weren’t so enraged and on edge about where your mate was. Your mate? You’d have to question the title shift in your brain later, for now you had to find her before someone worse did. You give the lycan a nod and step to Urias, holding the cloth up with a grimace.
“Send the pack, find her. Bring her back to me in one piece, you hear me? I’ll help. If you see any of my shithead siblings with her, report to me immediately. She’s bleeding and hurt somewhere but this fucking swamp smells too disgusting to track her. I’m trusting you all with this. Also..” Your eyes drift over to the whimpering broken creature and your eyes flash yellow as your more feral instincts surface for a moment. “Eat the loser. Piece of shit deserves it.” You snarl before taking off towards the castle and barking at a few lycans to join you. You hear the howls of aggression as the survivors of the fight begin tearing into the Varcolac and you feel a swell of pride for your pack. So they had defended her. They must sense your connection, and apparently you smell similarly? Fuck, the pit in your stomach only seemed to grow heavier as worry gnawed at your thoughts. You couldn’t let your big bitch sister get her filthy claws on her. You couldn’t let this place get her like it did you. You couldn’t let Miranda.. You forcefully stop your train of thought. No, not here. You had to focus. You do run closer to Miranda’s lab than necessary to see if you picked up on the scent of the woman anywhere nearby. You’re worried yet relieved when you catch no scent trail, changing course to see if she somehow got pulled towards the lower parts of the castle. You can’t help but shake the feeling of eyes on you from the shadows and you hope everyone just assumes that you’re up to typical Heisenberg shit.
Meanwhile, back at the clearing the celebration is short lived. A heap of unappealing fur and carnage lays where the varcolac had been only moments ago as the pack filled their bellies in preparation to ‘hunt’. Ko sticks his trophy in his pocket to show to the tiny alpha and he crawls over to the last place he had remembered holding the small woman. He tries to remember the angle he had accidentally tossed the girl and climbs down part of the cliff, wincing as his leg throbs.
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Alpha had acknowledged you and sent the pack after the tiny alpha. Alpha approved! If only that mangy beast hadn’t ruined your journey to the den. No matter, you would bring her back. You were a great beta afterall! You turn your nose to the ground and sniff around as you carefully scale further down the wall. You scan more of the cliffside for an extended period of time before you catch a whiff of blood in the air. You dip down to a few feet above the water, detecting a tiny droplet of blood on the stone wall. Tiny alpha must have fallen in! But where would tiny body go? Not climb with dull claws. Swim? Maybe fish man will have idea, maybe sent that mutt after pack! Hm. Must find tiny alpha. You grumble and start climbing your way back up the cliffside, making your way towards the cave systems that smelled of old fish and mildew. Your nose crinkles in disgust and you climb in, hearing the bulbous man crying to himself from inside his den. You would have to wait until it left to try and investigate. Once you found your little alpha, you were going to take the longest nap in the sun once she was safe. Maybe she would give you more snacks!
Chapter 11: Feral Embrace
Notes:
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Chapter Text
You’re stuck in an endless nightmare, watching from a corner of the tiny cold room as this woman in black robes coos to the child on the bench and feeds him false encouragement as she cuts him open. The child, a boy you’ve figured out, keeps begging for help and receives nothing but pain in return. The scene leaves you in tears each time as you sob for this child, stuck in place.
“I’m so sorry, I wish I could help you!” You cry out to the scene but neither party seems to hear you. The scene restarts and you blink owlishly with bloodshot eyes as the child is sitting up now with a smile plastered on his face.
“Thank you for your gift mother! I feel better now.” The woman hugs the boy tightly and you squint in confusion, noticing that the restraints are gone now. What was.. going on? The light in the room flickers and once the lights are back, the boy is in the same hugging position but the woman is nowhere to be seen. “Thank you mother! Thank you for your gift! I feel better now mother.” The scene warms your heart and you smile gently, tilting your head and sitting on the floor. How sweet. She really was benevolent wasn’t she? What had you even been so scared of? Your creator had just been jealous of her achievements and had tried to mimic her, like a young child playing doctor. It’s okay now, mother is here. Mother can fix his mistakes.
The lights flicker again and become frighteningly bright. You sit up and rub your eyes, opening them to see that the boy is sitting on your lap with an oversized coat that reaches his feet. “Mother will make you feel better too!” He coos softly and reaches up to touch your cheeks. His small hands feel.. cold. Usually his presence was so warm. Wait, where had you seen him before? Who was he? You tilt your head in confusion again and try to ask what he meant. No sound comes out but it feels like something is lodged in your mouth. “Mother will make you better!” You try to cough but the item doesn’t move and you try to close your jaw with a soft whine. You reach up a shaky hand and reach your fingertips towards your mouth. They meet cold metal and you have to wiggle them into your mouth further to grasp the item. You firmly tug and cough as a tiny metal horse tumbles out of your mouth. Where had that come from? The small boy snatched the toy and hugs it to himself, grinning widely.
“You can’t make another me silly! Mother will give you your own gift if you behave!” The child hops down and scampers out of the room through a wooden door. Of course he failed, he wasn’t your mother afterall. Mother would keep you safe. You lay back onto the comfy bed and pull the soft duvet over your body. Your limbs felt so heavy. You nuzzle your face into your arm and sigh contently, ignoring the cold that slid over your chest like a wave.
“Mother, it’s cold..” You whimper softly, squirming and tugging at your held wrists gently. The warm straps hold you in place and keep you safe as a melodic voice shushes you from beneath the blanket covering you. A clawed hand reaches up from below your covers and gently strokes your cheek, lulling you further to sleep. Mother was so kind. The claw slowly traces back down your chest, pulling the straps of your slip off of your shoulders and sliding the thin fabric down your body slightly. The claw gently traces your collar bone before dipping towards your rib cage and tickling your scarred skin.
“Honestly he should have been much more careful, this is patchy work. That’s even being generous.” Your benevolent mother ‘tsk’s softly and you feel a feather tickle up against your sternum. You laugh quietly before a loud thud echoes in the distance, disturbing your sleepy haze. The feather disappears for a moment before coming back with more speed, rubbing over your scar from top to bottom. He would just have to wait, so impatient. Mother would fix his toy. Make her real. Another loud bang sounds even closer to your bed and you whimper softly, opening your eyes and blinking a couple of times. The walls seem to warp in shades of soft pinks and blues and you wish the noise would stop so you could go back to sleep. Mother was treating you so kindly, not like the true failure you were. Another loud bang sounds right outside the room and a vicious howl shakes the room and your eyes fly open in fear.
Oh shit, what the fuck was going on? You try to sit up but feel your wrists restrained above your head on a hard wooden surface. Your breath comes quickly and you tilt your head down, letting out a gasp of fear when you see yourself. The slip you were wearing had been torn down and the scar on your chest was covered in an orange substance that smelled like a doctor’s office. A tiny incision had begun right over your heart but it didn’t seem any deeper than a cat scratch. Whatever was going on must have distracted whatever was happening to you. Wait, you remember a soft bed. A child? Your head feels fuzzy and you groan softly, struggling against the bindings that were holding you in place. Another feral howl draws your attention and your heart hammers in your chest as the sound seems to reach out to your very core. Wait. You could practically feel the frustration of your ‘person’ in the back of your mind screaming above the fuzzy fog in perfect sync with the repetitive banging that was happening to the large door in the room.
You notice the woman from your nightmares, holding her hand in the air as black branch-like vines hold against the door to keep whatever force was assaulting it out. She shakes her head and smacks a branch against the door with a warning. “You had better stop before you cause an accident to occur with your little project .” She hums beneath her mask and the pounding effectively stops. You can’t help but fall into the storm of aggression you feel, snarling a loud “FUCK YOU BITCH!” from your spot on table as it’s echoed from the other side of the door in a raspy scream at the same time. This seems to peak the woman’s interest who freezes and turns to look at you with an unreadable expression.
“You’ve woken up from my influence? How curious.” She comments to herself and you let out an animalistic snarl, tugging at the restraints with a renewed energy. You kick your feet feebly, tossing your head to the side as you feel more and more like a caged animal. The sound of a large being throwing itself at the door seems to increase once again as you both feed off of each other's energy. The woman watches for another moment as she appears to be deep in thought before her wings unfurl and she snaps “Enough!!” and more of the black vines seem to appear from the ground and wrap around you tightly. You try to squirm even more frantically and let out a pained squeak as they tighten even harder around you. The noise has stopped again and the vines holding the door seem to slowly retract, reaching to lift the heavy wooden log keeping it locked.
“I’m growing tired of you acting like a petulant child and demand you tell me what is going on. I sense no Cadou in this child’s body like I originally thought although she has a scar mimicking implantation. Heisenberg, what have you been doing with this girl? I had originally thought that you were trying to craft a vessel for yourself with your own abilities but this girl shows no physical aspects of our gifts.” The door yanks open from the vines and the woman seems to beckon her hands towards the room. You hear a loud snarly growl as a man is dragged into the room. His body is immobilized in his own vines, blocking everything from your view aside from wild salt and pepper hair spread around thick shoulders. The woman steps up to him, gripping his chin with dangerous precision. It looks like she turns his head towards her to gain his attention but something else has caught it first. The growling stops as he sniffs the air and suddenly frantically thrashes against the restraints, twisting himself and finally meeting your eyes.
You can’t help the soft whine that escapes your mouth as you stare into piercing gray/green eyes and you feel like the world stops. It seems like you’re both on the same page as he stares right back and his eyes widen almost comically. It wasn’t rage that you felt echoing in your mind, it was a sense of pure yearning that shot straight through your core. You could feel how badly he wanted to scoop you into your arms to protect you and you wanted nothing more, suddenly squirming with a renewed sense of urgency. This prompts the vines to squeeze tightly once again and you let out a whimper of pain, squeezing your eyes shut on instinct. The guttural growl that echoes around the room startles your eyes back open and you force yourself to sit still as you look back up at your ‘person’ in the flesh.
“I’m waiting for an answer, son.” The woman hisses and tries to pull his chin towards her again but gets completely ignored. The man (Heisenberg..) your brain whispers, simply pulls his head back towards you with an intensity that has your skin flush a bright pink. “Heisenberg?” The woman questions with a more quiet voice, watching the display with increasing curiosity. She turns to look at you as she tries to figure out what’s going on, pondering for a moment before the vines around the both of you seem to unwind and simply stand at the ready to defend their master. Heisenberg is dropped to the ground as they retreat from him but his body barely touches the ground before he’s covering your body with his own. You turn your head to the side as you feel his warm breath push against the sensitive skin of your throat and you can’t help but keen at the feeling as he scents you loudly. With the vines gone, you got the chance to glance at him before his chest pressed against yours and dear god you couldn’t get the image out of your head. Your heart is pounding against your chest as if it’s trying to transfer into your mate’s body and you can practically feel his own pressing back just as hard. You try to reach to hold him but remember that your hands are tied, letting out a frustrated whine as your rational thought seems to sink back into your mind.
The sense of fear that starts to prick at your senses is snatched away in an instant as the man on top of you begins nosing down your sternum with a warning growl. The sound should scare you but it only seems to spur on the fire you’re beginning to feel in your core as you can sense that the noise is protective in nature. His nose gently brushes against the scratch of blood against you and the sensation of his beard touching your sensitive skin has your breath coming quicker and quicker through your open mouth. Just when you think this feeling couldn’t get more intense, you glance down just in time to see his tongue dart out to lick up some of the blood to soothe you as a guttural moan is ripped from your throat. You whimper and squeeze your thighs together and firm clawed hands grip your hips for leverage as the man grinds down against you and your eyes roll back into your head.
Vaguely, you hear someone clear their throats from the other side of the room and Heisenberg drops his weight completely on you. His body vibrates as he lets out a vicious snarl and turns towards the sound, hovering over you with just enough force to make you feel safe. Your thoughts come back to you and you feel your face flush darker before turning to hide against the soft hair in your face.
“Clearly, I think we all have quite a bit to discuss..” Miranda pulls her vines to wrap protectively between herself and the two on the table as her brain starts spinning her next course of action. To be fair, it’s not often that something like this falls into a mad scientist’s lap. The woman had a trillion questions and had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to separate them without having to kill the girl. From this little
display
, she had a feeling that it would not end too favorably for the usefulness of one of her favorite tools if she separated them now. Hm.
Notes:
Guys I want a Heis hug, sorry it's so short but I couldn't wait to get this out. I am weak lmao. Feral instincts first, actual introductions later >u>
Chapter 12: Comfortable Furnace
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Miranda, you learn her name, has to unbind your wrists carefully before Heisenberg even entertains the idea of having a conversation that doesn’t consist solely of growling. She seems to be playing along solely out of curiosity as her gaze doesn’t seem to waver beneath the mask. You get the very real sense that she’s only playing nice to try and calm her ‘son’ down to a sensible enough state to get information out of him. You honestly couldn’t care less, you’ve been hurt enough and tossed around like a piece of trash enough this week to last a lifetime. The newfound blazing sense of possessiveness and protection is like an ice cold glass of water sitting in the middle of a desert and you were going to cling to it with your entire being.
The second your hands are freed from the sharp leather, you reach up to tug the straps of your slip back into place before throwing your arms around Heisenberg’s neck. His body seems to melt into your touch and you press up closer, practically squishing yourself into his lap the best you can with your ankles still bound. It doesn’t matter to you though, this new closeness, this sense of touch, the very smell of this man has your head spinning. Your cold fingers curl into the black tank resting against the firm muscles of his back and the heat radiating off of him is lulling you into a calm sense of safety. Everything you had encountered in Romania had been so unfamiliar, so cold to you. But him? A furnace, lighting up every nerve in your body that touches against him. You return your face to hide against the thick junction of his neck and shoulder, nosing against the heated skin and inhaling quietly. You get the chance to examine the scent and it practically punches you in your very being with how familiar he smells. Oil, sweat, tobacco, a hint of honey. It was absolutely heavenly and reminded you of home. His very presence felt like home and all you wanted to do was be away from this fucking witch .
“How long have you known about her existence? How did you find her? I’m intrigued but also quite cross that this has been kept from me. Think of the possibilities. A vessel created from two infected soulmates ?” She purrs the last word but it sounds like there’s poison dripping from the syllables and you can’t help but grip your mate tighter. You didn’t like the sound of what Miranda was saying, but Heisenberg definitely didn’t.
“You’re not going to fucking touch her again. She’s mine .” He growls sharply and pulls you impossibly closer against him. His large hand spreads over your back and holds you there with a possessive huff. “And for your information, mother ” he sneers the word before continuing, “I didn’t find her. I’ve been doing my own work, for you , and some dipshit lycan just happened to run across her. Figured it was some random poor sap in Germany that I would never cross paths with.” The last words fall more quietly on your ears and his hand tightens possessively over your back as his free hand reaches up to gently run over your hair as he tries to reason with the woman. He knew that if she wanted you, there was nothing he could truly do to stop her. Not yet. He wasn’t ready , but he would be. For now, he had to play nice.
The witch’s eyes close as she contemplates the words, rolling her neck as she decides whether or not to challenge him. Eva was so close, but she couldn't soil this opportunity. She just had to be patient, just for a little bit longer. Not to mention, she had a new experiment to watch unfurl. This should be interesting to say the least.
“Very well. She stays with you for now. However, if I find that you try to smuggle her out of the village? Well, you know how that will end my dear. You would wish that I killed her.” She smiles as the man begins trembling with another snarl as he crushes you tighter. Your ankle and sore body protests against your wishes. You know the real reason, can sense the fear he feels under the fury. This woman can take you away at the drop of a hat and he knows it, fears it. Maybe your brain is being fucked irreparably but you can’t help but feel appreciated at the sentiment. You will yourself for your white knuckled fingers to release the shirt from your left hand, instead reaching back towards yourself and gently pulling your hand down his solid chest. Soothing, you realize absently. You’re soothing the growling beast of a man and it’s working.
“Yes mother .” He grumbles a bit less aggressively and cautiously moves to unbind your ankles, freezing a bit when he sees how mangled your right ankle is. With no resistance coming from Miranda, he slips your delicate feet out of the straps and scoops you up into his arms without another word. He quickly makes for the door with you curled against his chest before the vines that had been standing in wait slam down in front of you both. You let out a soft gasp of fear and tremble a bit, pressing your face down into his shoulder again to hide the scene from your eyes and pray that she was done tormenting you for the time being.
“Oh, one more thing dear .”
Heisenberg doesn’t have a chance to speak before Miranda walks up to you both, tilting her head and gently brushes a strand of your hair behind the ear peaking closest to her. He growls quietly and Miranda turns her face up to him with a sickly sweet smile. “You will bring her with you to the next family meeting and introduce her to the family. She is to be one of us after all. How lucky you must feel, enjoy your gift.” You can tell that she directs that last sentence towards you and you tense, peeking up to stare at her like a deer in the headlights. “We’ll meet again soon, daughter .” She coos and it reminds you of your dream, making your stomach lurch as the vines retreat and Heisenberg resumes his rushing towards the upper levels of the lab. You can sense a feeling of dread coming off of the man beneath you and you honestly can’t tell which shitty aspect he must be mad about. You try and mull over the scene of the last hour in your head and can’t make sense of most of what the woman was talking about. Your vision catches something in the corner of the current room you’re in that looks as though it’s been blown apart by a bomb.
“..Wait..” You mumble softly and Heisenberg freezes, turning to look at you with wide eyes and a light blush on his cheeks. You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head questioningly before he coughs and looks away shyly. “Er.. wasn’t expecting your voice. What? Wanna get the fuck away from this place before she realizes I tore it up.” He mumbles softly and you can see the pointed tips of his ears peeking out from his hair is bright red. Oh, he thought your voice was cute! The butterflies in your stomach come back and you can’t help the shy smile that spreads across your own cheek as you drop your chin back on his shoulder. You tap his right shoulder to get his attention to turn and point at various metal items stuck into a nearby wall. “Yeah, thats what I mean. I’ll uh.. Tell you when we get home.” He tries to walk again and you shake your head, squirming suddenly to get down. “Woah, okay! Jesus.” He gently puts you down on your left foot, weary of your injured ankle. He grows softly when he thinks of it again, keeping his hands on your hips as you hobble towards the wall. You reach up towards your little horse that has it’s legs wedged into the wall. You grunt and give it a gentle tug, pulling it out and into the safety of your hands.
“That nasty mold guy stole this from me. Must have brought it to her .” You snarl in a similar manner to Heisenberg and he can’t keep the grin that spreads on his face as he scoops you back up into a bridal style position instead so he can inspect what you plucked from the wall. You squeak again and grab his shirt with your free hand, resting your head against his pectoral muscles with a blush.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific with that description around here, liebling .” He chuckles to his own inside joke before ducking through the carnage of the last room of the lab and finally making his way back into the forest on the outskirts of the village. He finally gets a good look at the little horse once the sun shines down on it. “Where’d you find that at? I’ve never seen it before and I sure as shit didn’t make it.” Your face flushes a bit and you hold it up when you notice the inquisitive glance.
“I uh.. I made it. Last thing I have from home.” Your voice lowers a bit and he can sense that it’s a touchy subject but god damn he wanted to keep pestering you about the small item that was a dead ringer for his family crest. You can tell that he has more questions but he’s being respectful and honestly it feels like a breath of fresh air. He was respecting your boundaries and you realized that you felt more than comfortable in his presence. Sure you’d never met in person before, but this was the man that had kept you company in the quiet confines of your mind for all of these years. Even if you didn’t know each other, you knew each other. You were cut from the same cloth. Two sides of the same coin. You had always thought that it would be awkward to meet a stranger destined to be with you but it just felt like you were finally complete . He notices the gears in your head turning and just keeps walking, turning his head when he hears the telltale rustling of his pack in the trees as you get further from the lab that they all avoided like the plague.
You notice Heisenberg’s attention is drawn away before you hear the noises, tensing suddenly and curling tightly once again. Heisenberg lets out a soft shushing sound to soothe you before you notice a flash of blue in the trees. “Just the pack.” He comments softly and you nod, relaxing finally as the lycans make themselves known. Your thoughts drift back to Ko and you worry your lower lip nervously. You don’t see him following with the others and a pang of worry sits low in your stomach. He had been injured because of you and you hoped he was okay. You see windmills coming into sight and your breath hitches at the bad memories that assault the forefront of your mind. This definitely draws your mate’s attention back down towards you and he lets out a frustrated sigh.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when that fucking Varcolac attacked you. I taught that piece of shit a lesson.” You nod and let out a shaky breath. “Don’t know if I’d rather run into that or moldy.. Er, what was his name. Sal? Fucking prick.” You hiss quietly and Heisenberg seems to bristle in agreement, huffing and picking up the pace to pass the smelly swampy area his ‘brother’ inhabited.
“Shit, that’s who you meant earlier? Fucking slime ball. Moreau. I’m not surprised that he’s the one that ratted you out to the fucking bitch. Saw this and didn’t come to me first? Gonna kick his ass and take my t.v back.” Heisenberg growls softly and nods at the tiny horse. You lift the horse up and twist it in your hands, furrowing your eyebrows. “What do you mean? He starting talking about his ‘brother’ when he showed me this, i’m assuming that’s you? Had no idea what he was talking about. Said something about being the favorite?” This brings a snort out of the man as he carries you over a long bridge and you see tall gates in the distance.
“Biggest ass-kissing little shithead there is. Practically follows Miranda around like a kicked puppy. And you’ll see why everyone just kind of assumed I gave this to you in a second here.” He chuckles quietly and you hum in contemplation, watching as you get closer to the large enclosed space. Sparse fields and piles of metal fill the space behind the gates leading up to what looks like a huge factory. A factory? In bumfuck nowhere? “What’s th-” You’re cut off by a heavy shaking of the earth. The lycans that had faithfully been following you both seem to disperse a bit, hiding but not fleeing. Heisenberg doesn’t seemed bothered in the slightest as he keeps approaching the large gates that swing open seemingly on their own. He does pull to a stop as the trees besides the outside of the gate seem to tremble before the largest man(?) you have ever seen busts out of the trees and stands tall besides the gate. Your eyes widen in fear and your heart picks up in a panic but your mate seems to just tilt his head to the side with a soft huff.
“Urias, this is the second time you’ve interrupted my ‘me’ time today and I don’t think whatever you’re about to tell me can be any better than the first interruption.” He seems to hold you up and you squeak softly, slumping back against Heisenberg’s upper chest for leverage. You give him a warning smack against his chest which just makes the solid man chuckle. You quickly dart your eyes back over to the giant (who you realize is just a fucking ginormous lycan) and he seems to be carrying something over his shoulder. Someone rather. Urias drops the lycan to the ground unceremoniously and rolls his eyes as the lycan in question flips over and shakes out his fur. It takes a few limping steps and looks up at you and you grin suddenly, shaking violently for Heisenberg to put you down. “Ko!!!” You shove your prized horse into Heisenberg’s hands without thinking and you limp towards the lycan who’s stuck in a crouch due to the pain from his own leg.
“Ko?” Heisenberg questions confused from behind you and you finally reach the lycan, grinning and reaching up to gently scratch at his hair. Ko chuffs softly and wiggles excitedly, leaning into your scratches as more of the shy lycans start to creep towards you. Heisenberg is honestly flabbergasted as his murderous attack dogs seem to drool over you like a bunch of lovesick puppies. He can’t help the pit of jealousy that seems to grip at his chest from his lycan instincts. His mate he hasn’t even claimed yet is getting fawned over by the pack and the urge to claim what was his was making him itch. He runs his fingertips over the little treasure you had gifted him and shakes his head, trying to keep his irritating instincts at bay as he watches you have fun. God damn, you were fucking radiant. You catch his eye with a grin and tug Ko towards Heisenberg gently, being wary of Ko’s injured leg and your own ankle. “This is the lycan that saved me! He carried me out of those nasty caves and stopped me from getting eaten.” The lycan lowers his head at the gaze of the strong alpha nervously before perking up at the nodding approval from the man. “He wants to be your beta, your second in command.” Heisenberg explains quietly and his patience officially runs out as he scoots up to you and lays a hand possessively on the small of your back. “I can teach you all about pack dynamics later but let's get you into some warmer clothes. Think if we wait any longer, they’re going to drag you back to the den whether I say so or not.” He grumbles and shoots a glare at the excited lycans who seem to back off out of respect. You nod and are honestly thrilled at the thought of getting into some warm clothes and a bed that didn’t smell like moth balls(hopefully.)
“Okay. Ko, i’ll come visit soon! Thanks for all of your help. Let’s both get some rest and get our legs healed up.” You scratch behind the large lycan’s ear and he practically falls over when you pull your hand away and giggle softly. The hand on your back flexes and you feel the tips of claws poking into you. You squeak and jump a bit, shooting a glance at Heisenberg curiously. His face is red and his eyes are filled with a heat that you can’t describe. You raise an eyebrow and hold your hand up that you had just been scratching Ko with and scrunch your fingers up as if scratching the air. “What, you want some scritches for thanks too?” You grin lopsidedly before squeaking loudly as you’re gently thrown over Heisenberg’s shoulder. You can feel heat and hunger pulsing through your bond and your own face turns red as you realize that he had been jealous while he watched you interact with the feral creatures. “I’m sorry, sheesh! I was just playing.” You grumble playfully and watch as the gate slams shut, effectively locking everything and everyone else out and honestly you can’t help but feel relieved. You knew Heisenberg wouldn’t hurt you and you couldn’t wait to feel safe and warm and take a fucking nap .
Your thoughts are interrupted as you’re slowly lowered to the ground, twisting a bit so your weight all lies on your left foot. You look up at the large building with wide eyes, turning to look at Heisenberg curiously. “Home sweet home.” He explains and waves his hands in front of himself like a showman. The door swings open on his command and you look at it curiously, reaching out to grab your little horse before stepping closer to the man and grabbing his hand nervously without even thinking. Heisenberg looks down at your hand in his own before squeezing experimentally before glancing back up to make sure it was okay. You smile and nod, gently leaning against the man for support as you start hobbling inside. You were so sweet, you were going to be the death of him. He grumbles internally as he feels the flush rise to his cheeks and closes the door behind you both. “The upper level is totally safe, feel free to follow the lights. Mostly workshops but the living quarters are this way. Lemme know if you need me to carry you again, I just wanted you to get a sense of it for the first time.” You explains surprisingly quietly compared to how he talked outside of the factory and the thought flushes your own cheeks when you think of how intimate this was. You follow the lights and drag him gently along, popping your head into a nearby workstation. You instantly recognized an old engine being deconstructed and worked on in the corner of the room and you turn back to Heisenberg practically with stars in your eyes. You start to bounce excitedly and shuffle over to the work, gently placing your horse to the side before running your fingers expertly over some of the smaller mechanisms sticking out of the open shell of the engine. “You work on machines? What are you doing with them! I haven’t seen this kind in years.”
You turn to look at Heisenberg excitedly but his face is blank and unreadable. You tilt your head slightly before clearing your throat and brushing the muck from your hands onto your dress nervously. “Er, sorry. Just haven’t seen anything like this in a few months. Dad wasn’t feeling good enough to fix up any engines since he started getting sick I guess.” You shuffle nervously as Heisenberg sends a slightly frustrated signal to you as he suddenly storms up towards you. You cower slightly with confusion before rough calloused hands gently cup your cheeks and bring your face up to look directly into his. You freeze and your breath stutters as his gorgeous eyes seem to study your face. “Don’t apologize or feel nervous for being yourself around me. I’m sick of fake ass people in my life. Not you. Never you, okay?” His voice dips even lower as he speaks and his expression softens as he brings his thumb up to brush your cheek. “Just wasn’t prepared to see my soulmate in a skimpy dress rubbing up on an engine all excited in my workshop. Don’t want to come on too fast and scare you off now, do I?” He chuckles quietly and your heart flutters in your chest as you reach up to hold onto his wrists gently.
“Thats uh.. Hm.” You gulp thickly and your knees wobble a bit beneath you as heat rips it’s way through your frail body. “Fair? Although, just so you know, I haven’t been scared from you at all. Never you.” You whisper his words back at him and turn your face to nuzzle his palm gently, deciding to go out on a limb through your nerves as you place a soft kiss against the hot skin. That seems to open the floodgates as he hoists you up, shoving some of the smaller pieces to the ground as he slides you onto the bench. You gasp softly and he takes the opportunity to smash your mouths together, holding your face in place with his hot hands as his lips explore yours with a sense of urgency that has your stomach tightening as your pulse races. You open your mouth in acceptance and his tongue is inside of it in an instant, tracing every inch of your flesh that it can reach. You tentatively prod your own tongue against his and he pulls his knee up, seating it between your legs and pushing ever so slightly. The friction drives you wild and you let out a quiet groan, breaking from the kiss for air. “H-Heisenberg wait. As hot as this is, I really really need a shower. I still smell like swamp.” You reach up to gently rub your fingers over his chest, tilting your head with a shy smile as you lean in to press one last chaste kiss against his lips.
Heisenberg moves his hands to dig his claws into the bench on either sides of your hips, glancing up into your eyes through his lashes. The hunger in his gaze makes you want to lay back and just let him
destroy
you but there would be time for that. You wanted to be comfortable and clean for your first time. “Course Buttercup.” He grumbles softly and the lower octave of his voice has you involuntarily grinding down against the knee giving you delicious friction. He groans softly and lifts you up from your butt, wrapping your legs around himself as he starts walking deeper into the factory. You take the opportunity to press butterfly kisses to the skin around his neck, latching on and suckling every now and then to draw quiet groans out of the man. “You’re going to be the death of me if you don’t stop. And it’s Karl.” You flash him a cheeky grin and wiggle against the hardness pressing up against your bottom. This draws a needy growl from the man and he thrusts up against you mid stride, drawing a gasp from your mouth. “Y/n! M-my name is y/n.” You blush, feeling a bit guilty that you had forgotten to properly introduce yourself before you were effectively dry humping this man in his own home. Oh well, it was the festival of warmth right? If only your bitch aunt could see you now.
Notes:
Sorry for the delay but we're finally through more of the cringey stuff and i'm ready for pure filthy smutty fluff aaaaah.
Chapter 13: Frenzy
Notes:
Y'ALL THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Long story short, went through a breakup, moved, started college full time as a 24 year old that's been out of school for over 6 years, my partner at work got covid and i've been writing like 10 pages of filthy smut in between lmao. That being said, my brain has been pretty scrambled and I don't have a beta so please enjoy and let me know if there's any blaringly stupid mistakes!!!
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As if the purely physical electricity wasn’t solely pulling you against this man like a magnet, feeling the reciprocation in your own head from your partner was enough to invoke a frenzy in you both. It took every bit of will power that you had left to force yourself to be still against the solid heat pressing against you. “You know, I always imagined that this would be… awkward almost? I feel silly now.” You mumble quietly into the underside of the man’s jaw, rubbing your nose back and forth against the defined skin. The sweet touches draw a relaxed sigh from Heisenberg as he finally steps in front of the large steel coated door that bared his family crest. He gently gives your hair a soft stroke before nudging you off of his shoulder slowly.
“I know what you mean. Feels right. Like you’re supposed to be here- No, with me. Not here. We can talk about how absolutely fucking livid I am that you ended up here later, but I’ll get you out.” He tenses noticeably while talking and you listen patiently, reaching up to stroke his cheek with your thumb as you listen. He grabs your hand gently and brings it to his mouth, pressing a warm kiss to your skin and smirks as he sees the blood flush to your cheeks. “My little souuulmate .” He purrs the word before snorting and shaking his head. “Honestly, it's still hard to believe. This is why the fish fuck assumed you had anything to do with me in the first place, look.” Karl drops your hand and nods towards the door as you finally drag your eyes away from the handsome man to stare up at the intricate door covered in gears with a detailed horse right in the middle. You raise an eyebrow and turn to Karl with a questioning tilt of your head. He grins and the gears start turning before the heavy door pushes inward with a shrill screech.
“The Heisenberg crest, inherited from my family. My real family, not this fucking joke we got dragged into.” He rests his forehead against yours as he steps into the residential area and the door closes with a heavy thud. You can’t help but notice the melancholy mood that set over you both but also the fact that he said ‘we’ got dragged into? That had your stomach doing cartwheels even though the situation you had found yourself in seemed to be absolutely insane. “Your family all used to live here?” You bit your tongue as the very distinct nightmare of the little boy in his parent’s bed played behind your eyes as screams echoed in your ears. “Er.. you don’t have to answer that, it’s pretty personal and I didn’t even think..” You ramble in a burst of nervous energy, shivering a bit.
“(Y/n).” Your name is spoken in a firm yet quiet way that draws your attention instantly, biting your lower lip and wringing your hands in his black shirt nervously. Karl takes another steadying breath before he’s pulling you into a sweet kiss, holding you against him with firm hands. It’s not as rushed as your initial few kisses but it still has your heart racing as you flutter your eyes closed. He begins carrying you towards a smaller door after he pulls back. He nudges the door open with his foot and you notice a distinct sitting area with a large bed shoved in the corner of the room.
“I can’t promise that I’ll always answer right away, but my personal stuff? It’s yours. I’m not usually good with.. Uh..” He scratches his head as he seemingly loses his train of thought, nudging open another door that leads to a decent sized bathroom. “Words. Never gave much of a shit about making friends here. I’ve got my projects, I've got my pack. Now I’ve got you. Even if you smell like a 2 week old barrel of fish.” He grins down at you and you gape your mouth open at the sudden jab at your very unpleasant swampy smell. It was almost, almost sudden enough to make you forget about how the possessive statement about having you had your cheeks raging red again. “Whatever, I told you!! Put me down so I can bathe you monster.” You whine playfully and squirm out of Karl’s hold, touching your left foot down to the cold floor with a hiss. The hot water knob turns itself on suddenly and you jump, looking back at Karl incredulously. “Ok so are we going to pretend that this old ass building has all automated features orrrr…?” He cracks up at that and turns to a thin door that looks like some kind of little linen closet. Sure enough, he pulls it open and scratches his beard with a thoughtful hum.
“What if I told you my charming, magnetic personality was more than just a figure of speech?” He watches for your reaction out of the corner of his eye as he grabs a fluffy towel and some small packs of handmade soaps and shampoos the villagers had cried and gifted him over the years. He usually just used the basic shit on the side of the tub but he wanted his mate to have a few options. The silence for a moment sends a pang of anxiety up the man’s chest before you tilt your head and hum softly. “Mmm.. as long as you don’t throw green goo out of the walls at me, I think i’m good.” You snort softly as Karl shoots you another one of his ‘no thought, head empty’ looks as your response once again throws him off. You raise an eyebrow and sit on the edge of the large bathtub, shivering as you dip a hand into the warm water. Oh fuck, the water was steaming and felt amazing. “Karl, I don’t even think it’s been 48 hours and i’ve already seen some shit in this place. Honestly, always kind of wondered what you could possibly be mad at all the time? Now though? Jesus christ, I’m impressed you’re ever calm at all.” You chuckle quietly and stand up, limping over to your mate and grinning playfully.
Your approach seems to snap him out of his thoughts and he drops the towel and soaps on the counter before turning back towards you to swoop you up into a tight hug that has your feet dangling above the ground. You giggle softly before wincing and letting out a quiet cough. “Watch the ribs hun.” You mumble before letting out another giggle, squirming free as he sets you down on the floor again. You look to the almost full bath and then back at your mate, blushing as you consider asking him to stay. Ultimately, you decide against it just to ensure that the whole cleaning thing actually happens. Karl growls playfully before stepping back towards the bathroom door. “Let me know if you need anything Buttercup, I’ll be right outside the door.”
He steps outside and shuts the door, letting out a shaky breath as he reaches out to palm his rock hard length through his pants. God damn, he had wanted to claim her the second he had smelled her scent on that tattered dress but he had to behave. He would just have to wait until she felt comfortable, then he would make her his. Hold her down, cherish The thought has his inner lycan growling in need as he ruts up into his hand and bites his lower lip to try and suppress the growl growing in his chest.
The second Karl shuts the door, you pull your slip off over your head before your bra and panties follow suit. You limp to the edge of the tub and step in, wincing as your wounded ankle throbs in protest. Your whole body was protesting at this point, you felt like you had a run in with an angry bull. You slowly make your way to the floor and you shut your eyes with a grateful groan. God, this water was warm and felt absolutely amazing. Just gotta be.. Fast.. Mmm. A little rest wouldn't hurt. You sink down further in the water until only your nose hovers above the surface and you shut your eyes, enjoying the warmth. You almost wished that you had invited Karl. Had him claim you as his . The sudden possessive thought has you sitting up with a bit of a gasp as your body trembles involuntarily. You brush your wet hair behind your ear just in time to hear a deep growl from the other side of the bathroom door. Oh . Fuck, you had to make this a quick bath before you ended up a wet greasy mess pawing at the older man. You press your thighs together to try to soothe some of the heated pressure crawling up your spine while you scoot towards the soaps sitting close to the tub. You pick up the first little pink package you see and look at it curiously, turning it over in your hand as you hold it up to your nose to inhale the scent. You crinkle your nose at the overly floral scent, pulling it away before noticing light curly handwriting on the paper wrapping.
‘ Thank you for watching over our village, my lord. Please enjoy this handmade soap from my personal collection. Do let me know if you’re in need of any more, or any company for that matter.’
Any company? Pfft. You snort and look around the room for a second, spotting a tiny trash can shoved in the corner. “Yeah right.” You grumble and dip the soap in the water, scratching at the delicate note until it was smudged to satisfaction. Once you're content with the water damaged writing, you toss the unreadable pink blob into the trash can with a soft huff. You eye the remaining nicely bundled little packaged before sliding over to the plain unlabeled bottles already sitting on the lid of the tub. You pick one up and flip it around in your hands before unscrewing the top and taking a whiff. Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a soft hum at the familiar scent of Karl’s hair. You pour some of the soap onto your free hand before carefully setting the bottle back where it was and begin to lather your hands. The familiar smell has your body relaxing all over again and you instantly get to work, lathering it over your body before scratching it into your dirty hair. It feels downright sinful to finally get the grime off only to be replaced with your soulmate's scent. You’re not entirely sure where the whole scent thing came into factor for you but something about it had your toes curling as the tiny steamed room filled with the fragrance. “Oh fuck~” You sigh blissfully and run your hands lower, ghosting over your thighs as you nibble on your lower lip. You practically jump out of your skin when you hear another deep unashamed groan from the otherside of the bathroom door. You can’t stop the instincts that drive you to scramble from the tub, hissing as you wobble on your injured ankle and bypass the fluffy towel in favor of jiggling the handle of the large door frantically as a whine leaves your throat of it’s own accord.
The handle barely clicks itself open before the door flies open and Karl is standing in front of you with his pants pushed down around his thighs. A strangled squeak leaves your lips as the large man quickly wraps his arms around your much smaller frame, hauling you up and slotting your hips against his. You’re soaking the poor man with the water on your body but you don’t seem to find any brain power left to give a shit. You squirm your hips frantically against his until you feel his warm clothed length slide against your lower lips. You let out a soft keen and grind your hips more deliberately, reaching up to Heis’ solid chest as you nudge his shirt up. Your hands touch what feels like soft raised flesh once your fingers reach his upper chest and the man trembles suddenly with a deep growl. His breath comes faster as he suddenly twists on his feet, kicking off his boots as he heads towards the mess of a bed in the corner with you held firmly against his chest.
“All the shit you coulda picked and you come out here cute as a button smelling like me. Mine. ” He punctuates the last word with another growl as he drops you onto a mess of pillows and ratty old blankets as he starts ripping off the rest of his clothes. You manage to shyly tug a pillow in front of your chest as you watch the solid muscles working beneath the tank top as your mate curls in on himself to remove said material. You can hear your heart in your ears as your skin flushes further while you watch with pure possessive fascination. This gorgeous, strong, terrifying man was your mate and you wanted nothing more than to be covered and filled with him. You’ve never felt like this for any person of either gender and dear god you wanted to be touched .
Once the tank top is removed, Heis stands for a second and digs through the drawer of a nearby nightstand with a frustrated growl. It was almost flattering how he was just as impatient as you were, almost. Your eyes take in his shirtless form, taking a moment to examine the jagged scar that rested diagonally across his chest. You wanted to rub it and whisper sweet nothings into the dark to ease the residual pain you knew he felt constantly. The pressure and anticipation has your stomach twisting in knots and you can’t peel your eyes away from the solid wall of muscle in front of you. You reach behind the pillow to press your palm against your throbbing clit, letting out a high pitched whine that you're honestly shocked came from your mouth. The friction feels amazing and you can’t help but slide your fingertips a little further down, squeezing your thighs back and forth to get some lighter friction against your core. Sure you’d masterbated before, but this was an entire new feeling. It felt as though every nerve in your body, mind, and soul were begging for this man to take you, own you, and protect you. The man in question still seems to be digging through his drawer with increasingly frustrated growls as he ruts against the side of the bed. The visual has you worked up even further and you flutter your eyes shut before experimentally prodding a finger against your entrance. You slide it in slowly and curl your finger, letting out a gasp as your body tenses greedily at the feeling. The hand not currently inside of yourself tightens in the fabric of the pillow and you drag it towards your face, inhaling the warm scent of Karl as your mind purrs and shoots heat straight down your core all the way to your curling toes. You slip in a second finger and rock your hips against the fabric, shutting your eyes and opening your mouth to pant quietly as your body burns impossibly hotter. “N-nngh.” You whimper quietly and open your eyes, freezing as you see Karl's full attention on you. Everything in your mind was yelling at you to be embarrassed but the blown pupils of the large man and the hand in his boxers told you that he was enjoying the show. You were by no means what you would consider a ‘sexy’ person but good god, he looked at you like you were a bottle of water in the middle of the desert.
You allow yourself to fall into the pure frenzy of arousal in your mind as you make a split second decision to slide your now soaked fingers out of yourself with a little shiver. You spread your legs wider and squirm back further into the pillows, reaching up your sticky fingers to beckon Karl towards yourself. He kicks off his pants and scrambles onto the bed in nothing but his boxers, climbing up your smaller body and resting over you with his hands on either side of your head. He leans down with a possessive groan to catch your lips on his own and it’s more desperate tongue and growling than anything else. Desperate, perfect . You cant your hips up slightly with a pitiful whine, wiggling with the desperation to be touched. This draws a deep chuckle from the man above you as he leans back, looking at you with an expression that can only be described as utterly wrecked . He reaches out a hand to gently brush his thumb over your cheek before snatching your previously busy hand with a sudden smirk that would have you fearing for your life if you didn’t trust this man with your soul. “I’m giving you an out Buttercup. Once I start, I might get a bit lost. If you’re not ready, I need to know now.” You open your mouth to respond but freeze with wide eyes as he drags your sticky fingers to his own face. He inhales deeply before sliding your fingers into his mouth without hesitation before he grinds his clothed erection against one of your spread thighs. You’re at a loss for words and your head feels like it’s spinning as his soft warm tongue rubs itself over each knuckle greedily. Heis smirks as he sucks a bit harder and gently pulls your fingers out of his mouth, creating a loud pop before he licks his lips and flashes a sharp toothed smirk. “What’s the matter baby girl? Big bad wolf got your tongue?” He practically purrs and rubs his hands up your delicate waist as your brain short circuits again. Did he just call you that? Oh fuck. Oh god.
The only response your brain is capable of is to have you squirm lower on the bed, fumbling with the waste-band of the boxer briefs Karl had opted for earlier today. You let out a frustrated whine as you can’t get the fucking things down and Karl shoos your hands away gently. He chuckles softly and hooks his fingers in his own briefs, pulling them down with a soft hiss as his warm flesh hits the cool air. The scent of sweaty musk is purely Karl and it has your head spinning all over again. You thrash underneath the man suddenly and squirm out from underneath him, only to push him down into a sitting position on his ass. Your eyes drift down to his lap and dear god you didn’t exactly have any to compare to but his cock looked like it could split you apart 6 ways from Sunday and put you back together like nothing happened. “Promise no hard feelings if you want to stop-” You interrupt him by gently grabbing his shaft, twisting your hand experimentally as his breath hitches at the sudden stimulation.
You glance up at him through your eyelashes playfully and flutter them at the man, brushing your thumb under the spongy head. “I think I’m speaking for the both of us when I say that I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel this. I’ve never felt anything even remotely like this. I’ve never even....” You flush impossibly darker and bite your lip, feeling stupid at the fact that you feel more embarrassed about being a virgin than you do about having your mate watch you finger yourself. “Just show me what feels good for you, okay?” You mumble shyly and scoot a little further up into Karl’s lap as you stroke him slowly. He grunts quietly and reaches up one of his own hands, resting it over yours as he pumps with an increased pace. You flush further and hide your face against the man’s shoulder, shivering as you feel his nose against your ear before feeling gentle little nips. “Don’t think anything will ever stand up to turning around and seeing my little kitten fingering herself on my bed with her nose buried in my sleeping pillow. Downright sinful baby girl. Gonna fill you up.” He growls in your ear and your breath hitches before your hand is gently pulled from the hot flesh a second before your body is slowly lowered down into the pillows.
Karl lifts your hips seemingly without an ounce of effort as he slides a pillow underneath to prop you up. You lay back and impatiently roll your hips, biting your puffy lower lip before darting one of your hands between your fold to stimulate your clit with a whimper. “Impatient little thing. So eager for me. So perfect.” He whispers to you and rubs his hands up your inner thighs, taking a moment to push them so he can settle a bit more comfortably between them. He eyes your wiggling fingers with an adoring grin as he wiggles his own hips to lower his underwear the rest of the way. “You look good enough to eat, but we’ll have time for that later. If I don’t claim you right now I think my brain is going to melt out of my ears.” Your hips twitch violently and you let out a quiet squeak as your wrist is grabbed and brought up to rest besides your head in Karl’s own larger hand. “Sit pretty and still for me while I get ready.” He leans down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your lips that has your heart fluttering before he leans back to an upright position, pulling out a tiny square that he’d pulled from the drawer earlier.
“Been busy huh?” The jealous tinge to your voice sounds confusing to your own ears but Karl just lets out a bark of a laugh before he tears open the package with his teeth. He holds his lengths steady with one hand while the other rolls the condom down into place and gives a few experimental pumps. His eyes flash up to yours again and you can practically see how stupidly proud it made him that you were feeling.. jealous. He leans down to cage you in again, spreading your thighs with his warm hand before he gently ruts his length along your moist lower lips. Your breath hitches and your arms scramble to wrap around Karl’s neck with a soft whimper. “Don’t worry Buttercup, haven’t been able to even look at the village whores since you popped into here a few decades ago.” He presses gentle butterfly kisses to your forehead and you let out an airy giggle, rolling your hips up against the heavy length between your legs. Your impatience has him pulling away slightly just out of range of touching as he grins down at you and nips your jaw playfully. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” He growls lowly and deliberately presses his tip to apply pressure right against your clit and gives a couple mini thrusts for friction. Your body clenches and you nod your head rapidly, curling your fingers into the soft mane of hair as you try and angle your hips to get his efforts elsewhere. “ My good girl.” He coos and noses down your jawline, placing a wet kiss to your skin as he finally, finally moves his length to press against your pulsing entrance.
Your eyes roll back into your head and Karl’s free hand holds your hip in place to stop you from wiggling as he pushes inch by delicious inch into your welcoming body. Both of your intense pleasure is pinballing around in your brain and it’s almost enough to pass out, rocking your hips slightly as you gasp into the soft hair in your face. “Oh fuck! Karl.” You whine quietly and you can see the man over you shiver as he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder. It stings but it only adds to the overwhelming stimulation you’re feeling as he finally bottoms out. He pants through his nose as he forces himself to be still, moving his hand that was holding your hip to gently press his thumb against your clit. You gasp and buck your hips, feeling full and complete and perfect . More. Mine. Filled with pups, smelling like him forever. Mine. Mine. You gasp and raise your hips as Karl pulls out to the tip only to press back in experimentally, rubbing a circle around your clit to ensure your pleasure. Between the possessive thoughts that you’re fairly certain don’t belong to you and the stimulation, you already feel your core tightening. “W-wait! Too much!” You pant softly and only whimper more frantically when Heis’ thumb only speeds up along with his shallow thrusts. “Feel so good baby girl. Cum on my cock so I can keep feeding it to you. Wanna hear you scream my name.” He growls deeply and licks a stripe up your throat, pressing his hips in harder with each deliberate thrust. “Come on baby, scream for me.” He coos before pressing another bruising bite right at the junction of your jaw and neck. It’s too much too quickly and it pushes you over the edge almost instantly, digging your nails into Karl’s back as you gasp and your eyes roll back into your head as you feel electricity run through your whole body. “K-Karl fuck!” You hold onto the man for dear life as he slowly rocks through your first orgasm and clenching walls. He stills his hand and his thrusts before you hear the sound of tearing fabric next to your head. You take a moment to breathe as your body slowly winds down, turning your head to see a clawed hand curled into a now very torn pillow. Your half lidded eyes drift up the arm to Karl’s face who looks absolutely feral with yellow glowing eyes and grinding sharp teeth as he trembles and forces himself to be still for you. The sight alone is almost enough to push you towards the edge again as your walls clench the very firm length inside of you. This elicits another low gasp from the man who can’t suppress the urge to snap his hips forward. The sharp snarl and moist squelch makes your skin break out in goosebumps at how absolutely vulgar the sounds in the room were turning. You think you could get used to this ‘big bad wolf’ and the itch for more was coming back quicker than it ever has before for you. You press your hand against the now sweaty chest hovering above you, pushing him out and off of you gently. You can feel the sour tinge of rejection bounce around your head before you roll your eyes and grin mischievously, crawling over the now seated man.
“Don’t worry darlin’~” you coo softly, straddling the massive thighs beneath you and catching a hungry glance at the pulsing cock beneath you. You gently run your hands over the firm chest, stopping to gently rub the tip of your thumb down the jagged scar running over the muscle. His hands fly to your own hips possessively, stroking the delicate skin before snarling as his thumb touches the nasty bruise on your ribs. You shush him quietly and move one of your hands down to hold his warm length steady, raising yourself up on your knees with a rare feeling of boldness.
“That doesn’t even matter now. You’ll protect me. I’m yours .” You begin lowering your body onto Karl’s pulsing cock, throwing your head back with a shaky gasp as this angle stretches you to the max. Sharp claws prick the skin on your hips and crush you down onto Karl’s hips increasingly tighter as the man begins lathering your untouched shoulders in bruising kisses and nips.
Once you’re fully seated on top of Karl, you move one hand to brace against his thigh and the other grips his shoulder as a lifeline. You use his own leverage to pull yourself up and drop back down experimentally. The angle has his tip applying pressure right up against your g-spot and you can’t help the needy whimpers that start coming from your mouth as you grind down to force more friction against the area. Karl catches on quickly and he grabs both of your thighs in his hands, flipping you over again so that you were crushed beneath him. “Such a naugty little thing. Is this what you want?” You coos softly at his blissed out mate, pulling out just enough to snap his hips back and hit that bundle of nerves inside of her again. “Yes!!” You answer without a second’s thought, forcing your body down into the rough thrusts as your breathing begins to grow more hectic. Your slick slips down your thighs from the friction and how grossly aroused you are and you see Karl scoop some onto two fingers. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me buttercup.” He grips your jaw with his free hand to keep you from looking away. “Be a good girl and taste yourself would you? Don’t think I missed the way your brain nearly short circuited when I called you baby girl. Are you going to listen to daddy so he can give you a reward?” Karl coos and wiggles his fingers in front of your stunned face. Holy fuck. H o l y F u c K. (There was nothing holy about this but god himself would have to walk his happy ass in here and kink shame you himself to keep you from responding like this.) You nod your head frantically and try to move your head towards his playful fingers. His other hand has settled in your soft hair and he gives it a rough tug, pulling you back to your initial position. “Ah ah baby girl, daddy will do alllll of the hard work for you.” He leans to press a soft kiss to your forehead and trails more along your face until resting over your right ear. “Tell me if this is too much Buttercup..” You shake your head defiantly and Karl grins down at you, reaching to tap your lower lip with his slick coated fingers.
“Open that pretty little mouth of yours if you’d please~.” You comply eagerly and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out slightly. “My sweet little kitten. So soft, so cute. I’ll never share you.” He growls possessively and strokes your tongue with his dirty fingers as he starts thrusting into you with a renewed vigor. Every thrusts seems to be hitting all of the magic places inside of you and you can’t help the excited gasping as you drool around the digits in your mouth. “M-mngh!” You groan around his fingers and arch your back, panting through your nose as the pace only seems to increase. “Such a good kitten for daddy.” Heis pulls his fingers free from your mouth and works his hand down your chest, rolling one of your exposed breasts beneath his warm palms. He replaces his hand with his mouth in an instant and good god you needed to know what else that sinful mouth could do sometime. A sharp nip to your nipple has you snapping out of your stupor and you let out a keen, curling your fingers into his hair and pulling tightly. “S-ssensitive!” You squeak and tug harder, only eliciting a warning growl from the man sucking on your nipple.
You give one last bratty tug to the soft hair in your hands before you’re suddenly being flipped over onto your belly with Karl’s dick still inside of you. He tugs your hips flat against his pelvis before he begins fucking into you with a brutal pace as he growls through his open mouthed pants. “Gonna claim you. Gonna let all those fucking bitches that you’re mine .”
“Yes! Yes yes yes!” You cry as if in prayer, only able to hold onto the blankets your face landed in as tears rolled down your faces. You feel your second orgasm climbing as Karl starts pressing harsher little nips into your skin as he pounds away. “P-please!” You sob and try and angle your hips higher into the thrusts. “Please what baby girl?” He snarls again as he feels his orgasm swiftly approaching and his eyes fall on a lovely empty pale expanse of unblemished skin right at the base of your neck. “Please take me! Claim me!” You had no idea what half of the words coming out of your mouth entailed but you could tell that they made something tick in Karl’s feral brain. Heavy hands hold your hips in place as Karl snarls even louder, his hips beginning to stutter as he approaches his own peak.
All your own smaller body can do is hold on for dear life as claws hold you in place and bruising bites are pressed along your shoulder blades. It feels absolutely divine knowing that It’s purely crushing possession marking your body. The back of your mind duly notes that that may not necessarily be a healthy thought process but it feels so right . “K-karl! I’m close, I’m-” You babble softly before you’re being flipped onto your side in a frenzy. Karl hoists your thigh that’s facing upwards over his shoulder and looks at you with an absolutely destroyed expression as he sets right back at his punishing pace. You gasp and arch your trembling body, scrambling for purchase on anything you can reach as this new angle has you seeing stars. “Karl I c- Ah!” Your entire body is pulled to snap, just a little bit more, just a little- Your eyes roll back into your head as sharp teeth sink into your shoulder and lock there as the man above you pushes as deep as he can. The intense mixture of both of your pain and pleasure and need has your body spasming in pleasure as you open your mouth in a silent scream and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. You vaguely feel another rush of slick drip out of you as Karl’s hips stutter in rough little spurts as he finishes with his jaws still clamped tightly in your skin.
You both lay there for several minutes locked together as your minds try to comprehend who’s emotions are who’s. You feel like you’re floating and safe and warm wrapped in your mate’s arms, pinned under his sharp teeth. You can feel the affection this action means and if your body wasn’t a useless puddle of goo right now, you would be climbing back on top of him to return the favor. Finally, it seems like Karl is satisfied as he slowly pries his teeth out of your skin with a grunt. He runs his tongue over the deep jagged puncture wounds apologetically, wincing as you whimper out of habit. “Shit, I’m sorry. Got carried away. Let’s get you cleaned up Buttercup.” His voice sounds scratchy and worn out and it makes you feel proud at having that effect on him. You just hum and nod in a daze before gasping as he picks your hips up to slowly pull out of you. You feel your own fluids gush out in an embarrassing amount but at this point, you’re too blissed out and sore to care. Your eyes meet your mates as he examines you with a satisfied smirk while he rolls the condom off of himself carefully with a grunt. Some of his seed spills onto his own fingers and you notice him freeze, can feel his mind flitting around with the kind of angry anxiety you’ve started to associate with his more primal instincts. You raise an eyebrow curiously before pulling one side of your lips up in a playful smirk. “What’s the matter? Covered in your marks but not smelling like your jizz making mr. wolf angry?” You’re completely kidding but the way his body seems to tense shows you that you’ve hit the nail on the head with your assumption. He looks at you sheepishly and you can’t help but roll your eyes with a tired giggle, lifting one of your hands shakilly to beckon him forward. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint after you just did that to my body.” You giggle airily and drop your hand, shutting your eyes as you finally feel completely at peace. You’ve been through a lot in a short amount of time and without the burning fire of need to keep you going, you’re utterly spent. You feel Karl shuffle over on the bed to sit beside your chest and just let out an appreciative hum before feeling sticky fingers trace over your neck and collarbones. The feeling itself is soothing and gentle and almost enough to make you fall asleep on the spot if it weren’t for Karl’s instincts going fucking haywire as he marked his mate with this particular scent. You’re just thankful he even used a condom in the first place but you would definitely need a way to get on some other birth control asap. This was kind of gross and your own instincts wanted to feel this inside of you.
Once his fingers have worked his scent into several apartment focal points around your upper body, he finally seems to let out a low satisfied grumble. You’re finally about to drift into sleep before you press a scratchy kiss to your cheek and then the side of your ear. “Thank you, (y/n). I know this is.. A lot. But You did so well. My perfect little mate.” He kisses you on the lips before withdrawing completely and you just let out another tired hum as you listen to his bare feet on the cement floor. His words of appreciation are so cute but you really don’t have a single ounce of strength left in your body. With your arousal finally ebbing away, your body is fucking sore . The newfound scratches and bites ache dully, your bruised ribs are protesting, and your ankle feels numb. However, you’ve never felt more safe in your entire life. You curl into the soft bedding and manage to pull a blanket over your cold feet before giving up on any further progress with a huff. You wanted to sleep for an entire year and then some, wrapped up in this lovely scent of love making, mate, home. Love making? Oh jesus, you were already in deep. Whatever, you’ve known the man for your entire life on a deeper level than anyone else so you truly didn’t care. Ok, no more thinking. Sleepy timeeee. You finally allow yourself to drift into a deep comfortable sleep, not even stirring as Karl comes back with a damp warm towel.
He gets to work gently cleaning off your own spent from your legs, working the towel up to each little scratch while actively avoiding his little personal scent marked areas. Best to let it stay, let the pack know that you were his and his alone. Their second in command. Your mate. He presses gentle kisses to your cheeks as you let out a quiet snore and he can’t keep the grin off of his face before he turns to grab a first aid kit for the honestly brutal bite on your shoulder. “You’re too cute to be here buttercup. We’ll get out of this, together. Gonna let you make all of the cute art you want. I’ll protect you from this place, I’ll do my best.” He mumbles the last sentence softer as he pulls himself up to examine the bite. He furrows his eyebrows at the already congealed blood in the divots his teeth had created. Karl leans in to sniff your would curiously, dipping his tongue into the skin curiously. His nose wrinkles and he looks further down your body, checking each nip or scratch for active bleeding. All of the wounds were already scabbing up. What the fuck. He gently lifts you by your shoulders and lays you on your back, shushing you softly at the unconscious whine of protest. “Hold on buttercup, you keep taking your cat nap.” He leans down, actively forcing himself to ignore your cute breasts in his face as he runs a finger over the seemingly shallow scratch on your sternum from Miranda. She hadn’t put anything in there, there was no way. Cadou weren’t this small, she just must not have accomplished anything with Karl screaming at the door. Right? Fuck. He’d have to keep a close eye on you, maybe it was nothing. Karl hadn’t smelled any more blood on you initially other than the tiny incomplete incision. He was being paranoid.
‘If anything happens to you, I swear to god I’ll kill everyone in this place, and then myself.’ The thought surprised himself for a moment and he reaches to rub his face anxiously. Fuck. There were too many variables, it wasn’t safe for you here. Miranda already had told him what would happen if he tried to smuggle you out. Fuck. Karl’s thoughts start to race and he reaches for his nightstand, grabbing a cigar and his pack of matches. He bites down on the familiar taste as he lights his match, holding it up to light his tobacco before tossing the matches away. “
It’s ok, I’m here now.”
Karl’s ears pick up the quiet sigh from beside him and he looks down to your tiny body that wiggles itself up against the warm man. “S’okay. Promise.” You mumble, very much asleep as you reach out to gently rub at Karl's chest with a sleepy groan. Your hand stills after only a few second but Karl’s heart flutters in his chest at the cute display. ‘She sensed my anxiety and came to me while sleeping?’ Karl’s shoulders relax and he takes a slow drawl of his cigar, reaching with his free hand to gently stroke your hair. This brings a sleepy smile to your face as you curl up into the blankets against Karl even tighter and let out another soft snore. “I’ll protect you, they won’t lay another fucking finger on you.” He threatens no one in particular as he relaxes back and smokes deep in thought with his little mate at his side.
Notes:
Sorry but Karl and sweet aftercare is *Chef's kiss*. Hope you enjoyed, I'll update again as soon as possible but I should be getting my new schedule down fairly quickly. Pretty vanilla stuff here, testing the waters.
Chapter 14: Updates?
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Hey guys! Oh my gosh what a year, I've moved and am about to move again but I'm happy for the first time in years. I've been feeling the writing itch crawling back up my spine, would anyone be interested in my continuing this story? Just let me know and I'll get started 🥰 ***UPDATE*** I'm sorry everyone, It's been so many years since I've written anything I'm honestly scared to pick this back up because it simply wont be at the level it is currently. I love Karl, I love this fandom, I feel like yall deserve stories when I'm at my best and I just dont think I can provide that on this one anylonger. Indefinite hiatus, we'll see if I post any offshoot chapters if my motivation comes back. I'm working on it, we shall see but please dont get your hopes up and I'm sorry for dragging this out.
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