🌻Halfbody X6  💫

Guard Dog

TW: vulgar language (cursing), injury, mentions of violence (wolf attacks), emotional/tense

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [BTW, I decided and I'm aging up Isaac so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26]

CHAPTER 2 - The Morning After

I feel just as you would expect anyone to feel after getting shot with a bullet. Like, shit. I get in my car anyway and head to the loft. When I arrive, I take a deep breath before entering the building and heading up the steps to meet everyone. I open the doors, Scott and Stiles notice me first. I smile and open my arms, “How’ve my boys been?” without missing a beat, their arms wrap around me tightly. I feel their anxiety in their grip. “Gentle” the wound throbs beneath my sweater, “I’ve missed you two” I whisper, voice catching. They don’t say anything, and they don’t need to. They let go of me, Scott’s face falls a little. His gaze settling on my wound. I shift, forcing a grin on my face, “Right then, are you boys gonna give introductions or leave me to play guess who?” Scott straightens, moving forward “Yeah–uh. I mean, you know Stiles.” Stiles looks at me, without a second thought, I ruffle his hair, “Yeah, I’m familiar with the troublemaker” he huffs, earning him a laugh from me. Scott moves on to the next pair, “That’s Erica and Boyd–the two you saved yesterday.” I nod, glancing at them, until my gaze falls on the grumpy guy from yesterday. “This is Derek. He owns the loft.” His eyes feel cold, distant. I’m used to it though. I hum, turning away from him to take in my surroundings. The wall of glass windows, the spiral staircase, and the plain decorations. Scott continues, “Then, there’s Isaac and Lydia. Isaac lives here with Derek.” I slowly turn to look at them. I assume Lydia is the one with wavy red hair and her arms crossed tight to her chest. She looks at me, watching me. It’s uncomfortable. Like she can see everything I’ve worked so carefully to hide. I turn my gaze to the boy next to her. His eyes are already on me. But, it isn’t uncomfortable like Lydia’s. It’s heavy and obvious. But, not uncomfortable. Kind. Curious. No one’s looked at me like that in a long time. He has curly hair, a grey t-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket. Simple. I clear my throat, and shift my weight, feeling the stares settle into something uncertain–acceptance. The awkward silence continues. That is, until Stiles speaks up “So, anyone hear about the rumors?” his voice dripping with the usual sarcasm, “You know, rumors about wild wolves mauling hikers or whatever. Totally normal. Not horrifying at all.” my body straightens, unease sliding its way around my body. Wolf attacks? I can see it from the way Scott’s face falls, Stiles isn’t joking. Lydia is the next to speak, “It doesn’t make sense. There’s no pattern. None of this is adding up.” she pauses, turning to Scott, “And now even the hunters are getting involved?” Erica tenses. Her arms tightening across her chest, Boyd shifts slightly into himself. “This is exactly what we don’t need,” she mutters, voice low. “How do you know these are wolf attacks?” I asked, my gaze sharpening, the feeling of unease sliding further up my neck. I already know the answer. But it doesn’t hurt to ask. Not when they still don’t what could be coming. What I think is coming. Scott glances at me quickly, I give him a look and he turns back to the group, his expression grim. “If they are wolf attacks, we need to figure out who’s doing it. It’s getting too dangerous. Not only could they blow our cover but, they’re attacking innocent people.” Lydia shoots me a look. She’s obviously suspicious of me, trying to gauge whether I know more than I’m letting on. I shift slightly, I don’t know everything, but what I do know isn’t something I can share. Not yet. I have my own secrets, and I wasn’t about to drop them into a room full of people who were just starting to trust me — if they even trusted me at all.

Guard Dog

TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) 

CHAPTER 4.1 - Mistakes

Finally, we make it to my house. Derek turns to me, looking me straight in the eyes, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you go there alone?” I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to collapse on my porch and sleep. “It wasn’t exactly a planned reunion” I snap, but then I pause, sniffing the air. “Hold on…” I say, my sense sharpening. Something’s wrong. My head tilts, narrowing towards my house “Someone’s here. Someone’s in my house.” I move slow, reaching for the knife in my belt. Then, I carefully push open the door to my house. Derek follows. I peek inside, then I hear a scream. It’s frantic, my head snaps towards the sound. It’s Scott and his friends. “Oh MY GOD, JESUS! What is wrong with you people? Always resorting to violence.” Stiles’ voice drips with his usual sarcasm. I put the knife back in my belt, and give Stiles a blank stare. “And what do you suggest I do when it looks like someone’s broken into my house?” I reply dryly.I move to sit on the couch in my living room, Derek follows. The tension between us lingers. “You still haven’t answered me. I want an explanation. What the hell was that back there?” he spits, standing in front of me while I lay on the couch. Ugh, he’s not gonna drop this, is he? He continues, “Kali seemed to know you, and Ennis–he definitely knew you. What’s your history with them?” I glare at him, but before I can speak, Scott looks at me “What is he talking about?” he crosses his arms, “You know the Alpha Pack?” says Stiles, both their eyes are wide. I can tell they’re surprised. Hurt. I can see Lydia in the corner, staring at me with a satisfied look on her face. Like she expected this. Like she knew they shouldn’t have trusted me. I let out a heavy sigh, “It’s a long story. And complicated.” I move to sit up, I can see the protest in their eyes, “Take a seat. And get comfortable,” I watch as Derek and Isaac take the seats next to me, while the other five take to couch opposite of me.

“Hey Mrs Wayne !” - Fem!Reader x Batfam x Young Justice x JLA

Synopsis : Your children invited their friends over a few times. You met every single kid in the team they call “Young Justice”…but you never ever met their parents/ guardians/mentors. It comes as quite a shock to all the Justice League members when they realize their kids know you well, while they didn’t even know you existed. 

Just a short and silly story. A sort of AU in which the younger superheroes met Batman’s family before their older counterpart hehe. I hope you’ll like it :) :

Please, do not repost my stories ANYWHERE else, under any other form, do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you. 

My masterlist(s) : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Bruce was a secretive man. And for a very long time, none of the Justice League members knew about his family. None of them knew he was actually married, and the “Robins” were his kids (although they had suspicions about the latter).

But there came a day when the “secret was out”. 

The main reason Bruce told them who he really was, was as a show of trust. He wanted to prove he trusted them, and he wanted them to trust him. 

It was vital, for the team to work properly. Once they discovered he had contingency plans for each and everyone of them, it was the only solution to gain back their trust. 

Of course, Bruce would never admit openly that he considered many of them his friends, and that it was actually a great relief to finally tell them the truth (after all, he knew since a long time THEIR secret identity…he wasn’t the best detective in the world for nothing). But it was a necessary step. 

Once they knew who he was, it was as if they were finally truly a team. They all trusted each others enough to divulge their real self. 

Funny, when you think about it. Bruce’s paranoia and constant need for “plans” (you did convince him to go see a therapist about that), his great mistrust in others, ended up being what cemented everyone’s relationship.   

Bruce’s distrust lead to everyone trusting one another with their lives. They revealed who they were, as civilians. And Batman did it first. He told them first. 

“Bruce Wayne.” He said, removing his cowl. Revealing one’s real identity was dangerous, for people in their line of work…yet he trusted them. He showed them that his initial wariness had vanished. 

Batman showed them who he really was. And in more than one way, as they all came to realize that, if he was THE Bruce Wayne…Then he had quite a big family ! 

What a shock ! 

And what a greater shock, when they realized their kids knew all about it long before they did. When they realized they knew you well, when they didn’t even know you existed !  

Superman

Clark was the first person from Bruce’s “work” who met you. 

Of course, he was. Who else, but Batman’s BEST friend would meet his family first ? Who would the Dark Knight trust more amongst the JLA members, but the one who he first called “friend” ? 

Who else but Clark, could meet you first ? 

It’s not like anyone else had Bruce’s trust or anything. Not like he would let anyone else get close to his family. Come to his home. Meet his wife and kids, unmasked. 

Right ? 

…Right ?

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RIGHT ?!

Keep reading

Mornings w/ Nagi Seishiro

*not my photo* *found on google; @nagiscap​*

warnings: none

He wakes up and immediately wants to go back to sleep, he’ll bury his face back into his pillow or into you. He takes his time getting up, he’ll admire your sleeping figure, or play with your hair, and whisper soft i love yous into your neck. Most of the time, when you wake up you’ll just lay there together, enjoying the embrace of one another. If you like to wake up early and do skincare, Nagi will watch you from the bed, or if you shower, he’ll sometimes get up and join you (those days the water bill goes up). If you like to get up late, he’ll stay with you until he has to go to morning practice, sometimes he’ll make smoothies for both of you, and leave yours in the freezer if you aren’t up with a note on the refrigerator door.

Guard Dog (WIP)

TW: Violence, mentions of blood, dark themes, bite (reader is bitten and turned into wolf; against will) (should be all the tags but if I'm missing anything feel free to let me know and I'll fix it)

note: this is my first attempt at an actual fanfic so any advice is appreciated but please be kind :)

Prologue

17 Years Ago - 9 years old

I can see the sweat dripping down his face. He’s running low on energy. And he’s getting sloppy. I take the opportunity to deliver a right hook to his jaw. He stumbles. I hit again. He falls. I strike once more. He’s out cold. But the girl from before? She’s up again. She extends her claws, striking my back. A low snarl escapes my lips then I hear, “Pathetic, I expect more from my star student” says Mr. Argent, voice cutting through the chaos. I grit my teeth and clench my fists. He’s right. I turn to face the girl, pulling a knife infused with wolfsbane out. I take an experimental swipe, she dodges. Then, I take another swipe. This time to draw blood. I can see a sparkle in her eyes. Amusement. Pity. For a moment, all I want is to gouge them out so I never have to see that look again. I move again, more determined. She tries to dodge, but I’m faster. I swipe my feet under hers, tripping her. I proceed to do what I’ve been taught since I was six years old to do. Show no mercy. “There’s my girl” smirks Argent, “rest for now, I have something special planned for you later.” “Yes, Gerard” I respond, headed to the barracks.

“Sheesh, McCall. What happened to your back?” “Nothing, Nik. Just leave it, I’ll fix myself up” I mumble. “Forget that. Can you even reach that far?” he sticks his hand out to me “I’ll handle it, just let me rest.” I snuggle further onto my covers, “It’ll get infected if you leave it” I hear Nik opening one of his drawers, pulling something out. “Ouch, Nikie. At least be gentle” I hiss, my back arches away from his touch. “Stay still”, the stinging turns into a cooling sensation, relieving most of my pain. “This can’t take long Nik, I have to meet Gerard by the cages soon” I whisper, “He can wait. That is if he wants his star student in good shape.” he huffs. “I know you don’t like him, Nik but–” “I don’t like how he treats you. There’s a difference, you always come back with scars.” he cuts in. “ok, Nik. Are you done? I have to go or I’ll be late. Gerard mentioned a surprise earlier” I say. “Yeah, all done. Be careful moving around” He sighs, his shoulders sagging and eyes drooping. I know he doesn’t want me to go anywhere. “I always am” I smile, “Yeah, right” he scoffs, eyes rolling back.

I’m getting closer to the cages. There’s a heavy smell of blood. It tastes metallic. And it reaches a head once I’m standing outside Cage #60. I knock, “Mr. Argent, I’m here” the flickering lights and dingy feel of the basement makes me uncomfortable in my own skin. My feet continuously shifting. “Come” he shouts. It was unnerving. I force my feet to move forward instead of back. My hand turns the knob. Then, pushes. What I saw was nothing different than anything else I had ever seen in the cages. A wolf tied to a metal fence, arms hanging over his head. The door slams shut behind me. His head tilted up, glancing at me. I noticed then that something was different. His eyes. Bright red. Ruby red. This was an Alpha. Bloodied and beaten. Bruises covered his body. Gerard has clearly been working this one for quite some time. I hear the click of the door. But it’s not the Alpha that scares me. It’s locked. It’s the look Gerard gives me. His eyes are full of excitement? giddy? “You’ll have to understand what I’m about to do” He grins, finger pressing a big red button. The electricity running through the fence cuts off and the binds keeping the Alpha caged to the fence release him. “Now. Do it.” Gerard demands, his eyes glaring at it. He moves forward and with each step he takes toward me, I take one step back. Until my back hits the door. The one that slammed shut. The one that only unlocks from outside. His eyes flicker to my neck. Then, to my face. For a second, I think he won’t do what I think he’s trying to. I hope that he won’t. “You remember our deal, right? Disobey me and your daughter will feel every ounce of pain I am capable of inflicting” Gerard reminds. The Alpha’s eyes sharpen, his gaze flicking back to my neck. That’s when I feel it. His arms grip my body. His teeth glide across my neck before plunging in. I feel it as his teeth penetrate my skin and dig into the muscles in my shoulder. Pain glides across my whole body as I feel drops of blood stain my shirt. My training shirt. My favorite white training shirt. Tainted. Along with my body.

Guard Dog

TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :)

CHAPTER 4 - Continued

“Technically it all started 17 years ago, when I was bitten by an Alpha. But something went wrong. Apparently, there were dormant wolf genes in my body.” I look at Scott, “I don’t really understand the details, but apparently a long time ago there used to be wolves in our family. Over the years, the genes went dormant. When I was bitten it triggered something. Usually, a bite doesn’t activate dormant wolf genes, but something about my genetics made it possible. I assume it has something to do with the fact that I’m a female omega.” Derek looks at me, his eyes wide. Stiles interjects, “Wait–what does that mean? Omega? Is that like some sort of ranking system? Hierarchy? Game of thrones thing?” I chuckle at him, “kind of. Typically omegas are considered the runt of the pack. But, female omegas are rare–and highly valued because of their reproductive abilities. Having a child with a female omega increases the chances of having an Alpha child. 4 years ago, I met Deucalion. He became obsessed with me. A female omega. The perfect addition to his perfect pack.” Derek interrupts, “That doesn’t explain how you know Kali and Ennis” I glare at him, “Just listen,” he grunts, leaning back into the couch, “Ennis is the one who introduced me to Deucalion. I knew his wife first, Emilia. We met at a time when I was really lost, she helped me find myself and we got close. Really close. She was like a second mother to me. She even made me her daughter’s godmother. It was around this time, after she gave birth, that Ennis introduced me to Deucalion, he’d already been begging for weeks. Honestly, I don’t even think Ennis knew what Deucalion wanted. He trusted him. Too much. Whatever the case, he introduced me to him and after that I grew to distrust his pack. They seemed off. Especially, Kali. She was always eyeing Emilia. As if she’d done something wrong. Took something from her. And ever since I met them, I was always trying to convince Ennis to leave their pack. If not for himself, then for his wife and daughter. But, he didn’t want to. I tried one more time to convince him and Emilia to leave. But, they wouldn’t go. And soon, I ended up leaving. I didn’t trust Deucalion. I didn’t like him. There was something about how he interacted with me that rubbed me the wrong way. Like he knew exactly what to do or say, to elicit the exact response he wanted from me. It made my skin crawl.” I look down, fiddling with my thumbs, “I should’ve tried harder. Pushed Emilia more. Pressured Ennis.” It’s quiet, no one says anything. The tension in the room is palpable–heavy with my guilt, and their confusion. But then, Lydia pipes up, “So let me clarify: you just so happen to know the wife of one of the most dangerous packs we’ve encountered? And, this is all just…what? Is bad luck?” Her arms are crossed, eyes narrowed. “I don’t buy it,” she snaps. I straighten up on the couch, arms crossing over my chest. “I’m not asking you to,” I reply, “You wanted an explanation. Be happy you got one.” I glance at Scott, Stiles standing close to him. I can’t read their expressions–not fully. But I see hurt. “Because I didn’t do it for you.” Scott’s my little brother, and Stiles? He’s basically his twin. I should’ve been honest with them from the start. But the rest of them? I don’t owe them shit. Least of all some redhead who looks like her father owns a Fortune 500 company. The room stays silent, heavy with judgment–mostly from Lydia. Then Scott moves, settling between me and Isaac. His hand finds mine and squeezes it lightly. Close. Quiet. But there. I don’t look at him. I just rub my thumb against his hand in return. And for now, that’s enough.

Guard Dog

TW: violence, fight scenes, mentions of blood, threats, language (curses; bitch, shit, etc.), injury 

note: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also I was excited to get the first chapter out but, I will be reading this again later today to fix any slight errors] BTW, I’m thinking about aging up Isaac (so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26 b/c i was thinking about making him a love interest; feel free to give your thoughts)

Chapter 1

These stupid hunters. Jesus. Why did they have to run all the way out here? I hear the hunters come to a stop. Aaagh and of course, a scream follows. I pick up my pace, careful not to attract any attention. That’s when I see it. A blonde girl falls to the ground, panic radiating off her scent. Then, I see the arrow. Right to the leg. Before I get a chance to do anything, there’s another kid. Tall with a kind of muscular build. He’s blocking the other girl from getting hit by more arrows. And, I’m sure I’ve never seen a more reckless pair of kids. But, something about the way the boy’s protecting the girl, like he’s done it a million times and wouldn’t hesitate to do it a million more. It reminds me of someone. Then, I realize. It reminds me of Nikolai, my Nikie. For a second, my indifference from before is replaced with rage. Then, that familiar whistling blows through the air. It’s the brunette hunter. She just fired another arrow. I waste no time. Before the arrow can even so much as graze the boy, my gun fires at her. It doesn’t hit her. But, that’s fine, she’s not my target. My target is that string she pulls so easily. I’m done. I’ve had enough of whatever sick game she’s playing. She wants to play with lives. That’s fine. I’ll show her what it’s like to be toyed with. As soon as her string breaks, I watch as she reaches for another weapon–a miniature crossbow. But, just as soon as she has it out. I fire again. Breaking this toy of hers too. “Aren’t you hunters supposed to have a code you follow?” I sneer, finally stepping out from the shadows. I’m dressed in black tactical armor from head to toe and strapped with a web of different weapons. The moonlight flickers over the symbol of The Guard over my chest–in gold thread is a jackal. My face is covered by my hood, but her gaze is heavy. I keep moving until I’m stood in front of the two kids. “Allison, step back” says a voice from behind the brunette. It’s deep, authoritative. And so clearly, a man. “Allison, huh? What a pretty name.” I say my lips turning up into a mocking smile, “Shame your personality’s so nasty” the look on her face darkens, and her jaw clenches. It’s clear I’ve pissed her off. “ALLISON! NOW!” says the voice again, louder this time, more demanding and it’s about to be her undoing. “Awww! But, I’m having such a good time pissing her off.” I goad her more, easily enough she pulls out a knife. The moonlight bounces off of it and I scoff, pulling one out from my belt. “I have one too, princess.” We tiptoe for a little. And I wait. For an opening. She takes the first step, swiping her knife at me. She’s fast–faster than I expected–but, still I’m faster. She tries to take another swipe, I dodge again. This time, it’s my turn. I step forwards and slash my knife against her waist. Blood drips. “Whoops! That’ll be a pain to clean up” She hisses, her arm instinctively moving to check the injured area. Not fast enough. Then, right as she’s distracted. I hear it. Whoever was trying to warn her from before, fires a shot at me. A bullet. Shit. I was too careless. I feel pain radiating out from my hip. Before, I can make another move, adjust my stance. Two arms grip me, pulling me away from the hunters. It’s the two kids. Although, I’m not sure if I should be grateful or annoyed. They’re fast, everything’s turning into a blur. But, I can still see the frustration on Allison’s face as she grips her wound.

“Here. Sit. We’ll get Derek. He can help.” They set me gently on a couch. It’s leather. And it’ll be a bitch to get blood off of. But, I settle. It’s not like I can go anywhere else until they take the bullet out of my hip. “You’re going to be okay” says the blonde, thought I think it’s more for herself than me. “Yeah, just need this bullet out. Not my first time but, it hurts like a motherfucker.” I wince, either this wound is worse than I thought or this couch is really shitty. “Just come back. And bring Deaton. It’s an emergency.” I hear the boy from earlier. He’s on the phone. “Fine. But, Scott and Stiles are with me too. So, they’re gonna have to come” says the voice on the other line. I go still. They had better not be talking about my Scott and Stiles. They cannot be mixed up in this. I try to move to say something but, it hurts too much. “Yeah, whatever. Just hurry.”

The doors glide open and I wince trying to see who it is. “Sit. It’s okay, they’re here to help.” Immediately, I see Scott and Stiles. MY scott and stiles. Then, I see two other people, both men. One looks to be my age with black hair and blue eyes. The other’s older, wearing a doctor’s coat and holding a briefcase. The older one moves towards me, “My name is Deaton. I’m going to check your wound” I look at him hesitantly, “You can trust him [name]. He’s my boss.” says Scott, his brows furrowed and eyes trailing over my wound. I nod. It takes a while but this Deaton guy finishes inspecting my wound. “We need to get that bullet out” whispers Deaton, he’s talking to Scott and the guy with black hair. They both look me over simultaneously, I can feel the pity in their gazes. “I agree. So can someone please, finally take this bullet out? It’s pretty painful, if you haven’t noticed.” I sigh, I’m already over the looks of pity and I’m dreading the conversation that I KNOW, I’ll be having with Scott and Stiles. “Yeah, I’ll get started” says the doctor guy, opening his case and setting up his tools. “This won’t take long. You’re strong, okay? You can handle this.” He says his eyes looking at me with a calm determination. He starts. And he was right, it didn’t take long. But, apparently I’m not as strong as he thought I was because the only thing that hurt more when he was taking that bullet out, was probably Scott’s hand, which I was holding onto as said bullet was being taken out.

Now’s time for the really good part. “What happened, [name]? You’re back? How come you didn’t tell me?” says Scott, his eyes are drooping. He’s clearly hurt, I didn’t tell him I’m home. “Wait a minute. Scott, you know her?” says the boy from earlier, who I still don’t know, his eyes are widened and whipping his head towards Scott. “Yeah, she’s my older sister” he replies, with no tact whatsoever. “Yeah. Hi, my name is [name] McCall. Like he said, I’m the unfortunate soul who got stuck as his sister.” I chuckle, but Scott just clenches his fists at his side, letting out a sharp huff as he glares at me. “Can someone just explain what’s going on?” cuts in the guy with black hair. “Uh–yeah. I can I guess. But, forewarning it’s a little complicated” I say looking up at him and he glares at me. Jeez, if I didn’t think he looked like a grumpy cat, he might actually scare me. “Okay, short version it is.” I sigh, ”It started a couple months ago, I noticed more and more hunters were breaking their precious little code. Most of them, were hanging around here. So, I decided to fly in to see what’s been going on. I only got here this morning,” I say, glancing at Scott, I don’t want him thinking I intentionally hid my return, “decided to look around this evening. That’s when I came across some hunters, cornering blondie and muscles over there.” the blonde cuts me off, eyes rolling “It’s Erica. And Boyd.” “Cool, anyways,” I continue, “I hadn’t planned on getting involved. At least, not until Boyd, here, decided he’d be more helpful after getting turned into swiss cheese instead of running for help–” “Wait, what do you mean, Swiss cheese?” asks Stiles “That brunette bitch. Allison. Whatever her name was. She was firing arrows at the two. Poking holes like it was some twisted game.” I look up at everyone, hesitant “Honestly? It looked like she was getting off on it. It was sick.” I can feel my stomach turning just at the memory of it. “Hold on–do you mean Allison Argent?” asks Scott, he seems distressed. His brows are practically one, but his eyes are wide. Like he can’t believe it. “Look,” I offer, gently “I don’t know what her last name is. But if it is Argent? Then Scott, you need to stay far away from her. I’ve had plenty of experience with Argents. None of them are good news.” I don’t want Scott to get hurt, not like I did. Not like what Gerard and Kate did to me. “That doesn’t make any sense though. Why would Allison attack us? She knows Erica and Boyd. They haven’t done anything.” Scott pleads, voice cracking. I don’t get a chance to say anything before blondie–Erica–pipes up. “Look Scott. I get it. You love Allison but, your sister’s right. Allison is dangerous. If she hadn’t been there, I seriously think she would’ve killed us or come damn close.” Scott looks down at his feet, his shoulders slumped. “Hey,” I suggest, slowly moving form the couch, “it’s been a long day for us all. Why don’t I take Scott and we can all talk about this tomorrow?”. Aside from Scott possibly being in love with an Argent, I had a bullet taken out from my side today and I cannot wait to get into bed and sleep. “Sounds like a good idea. We can meet back here tomorrow.” says grumpy cat guy.

Masterlist

Teen Wolf

Guard Dog

Prologue, ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4.1, ch. 4

Blue Lock

Nagi Seishiro

Mornings w/ Nagi Seishiro

Blurb

Rensuke Kunigami

Morning routine w/ kunigami

Guard Dog fanfic update

Hey, y'all! So, I am currently working on another fanfic. It's going to be a twilight x teen wolf crossover, but I'm still working on guard dog it's just going to be a little longer for an update (shouldn't be too long though). I'm gonna try to have the next two chapters of guard dog and the first two of the new one out in the next week (two at the latest). Also I have no idea what the name for the new one will be so suggestions are welcomed :)

Here's a quick summary of what the new fic will be about:

OC was raised by Melissa McCall and grew up with Scott (and basically Stiles). She always knew she wasn’t Melissa’s biological daughter, but that never mattered. Melissa was there when she was sick and scared. Scott held her hand on her first day of school. Stiles, well–he just annoyed her. But, they were her family. Then all of a sudden some strangers show up at her door claiming to be her “real” family—and they want to take her back. Things get complicated fast: ancient vampire councils, werewolves, magic, hunters. But OC can handle it. She’ll handle anything if it means protecting the people she loves. Because if not Stiles, who else would drive her insane just to see her laugh?

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader Masterlist

read these in order for the story to make the most sense!

pining era

☼ james realizes that he views reader as henry’s mum

☼ james getting turned on by reader being mistaken for henry’s mum

☼ how henry’s mum broke up with james

☼ jealous james sends henry to stop a man flirting with you

☼ james comes home reader and henry after working late

☼ james goes to reader’s apartment for help when henry is sick

☼ reader goes on a blind date

☼ reader is upset when her friends say she should stop acting like henry's mum, james comforts her

☼ james comes home to reader and henry in his bed (read before the smut)

☼ james and reader sleep together for the first time [18+]

couple era

☼ james can't contain himself around reader the next morning

☼ reader runs into henry's mum at the grocery store

☼ reader and james get caught making out

☼ james gets turned on when reader calls herself henry's mum

☼ henry gives reader a flower, taking after his dad

☼ henry gets glasses and james & reader are emotional

☼ james calls himself reader's husband impulsively when jealous

☼ reader and james try for a baby [18+]

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