Hiiii!!! Just saw the wip meme game from like, ages ago loool. Is it too late or can I ask? And can I ask for two? What about,,, A Wolf and His Panther and Alone, but Never Again? If Iām too late I completely understand lol. I took a loooooong break from tumblr (even if Iām anon) and Iām just now getting caught up lol
So sorry for such a long wait so, snippets beneath the cut.Ā
Warnings for slight gore, slight horror, general angst, these are not happy
~A Wolf and his Panther 02~
Jason stirred in Dickās arms. He turned with sleepy eyes still partially closed and unfocused. He yawned out. āMorning, kitty cat.ā
āLittle wolf.ā Dick nuzzled in against his omegaās throat.
Jason hummed tilting his head back to allow better access to his throat marbled with colors. The discoloring bruises ranged from light to dark each spelling out the story of Dickās possessive streak. There was something dark inside him; something dark and twisted that didnāt understand love, but understood desire. It stirred strange concerning things inside him. Jason fit so well in the grove of his body; kept him grounded; stripped away the act to let him simply be Dick. He fit Dick too well. Dick didnāt deserve him. He took all that was offered, selfish and greedy.
His arms looped around his omegaās waist, rubbing the smooth skin of Jasonās hip. His mouth roamed rejuvenating old bruises while his hands roamed. Jason seemed to enjoy it as he let himself slowly wake in the lazy morning.
The breeze picked up slightly making the curtains dance a bit more. The air shimmered and once again Dick felt the odd prickle that something wasnāt right.
Dick blinked up at Jason suddenly leaning over him, black hair cascading around his face. The omega smiled, moving to straddle Dickās hips. He leaned down a mischievous grin on his face as his blue eyes flashed. Dick sighed contently when he felt nipping kisses trailing along his throat.
āJay,ā
āJust lay back and enjoy yourself, kitty cat.ā Jason whispered. He pressed a chaste kiss beneath Dickās jaw.
Dick groaned in kind, content to just lie back and allow his little wolf to do as he pleased. Those hands, rough with callouses and scars trailed up his chest, teasing over his own scars and skimming over ashen skin. The touch remained light and playful just like his own little wolf.
Fingers snapped around his throat, squeezing tight and snapping Dickās eyes open. The warm morning light vanished replaced by the night sky lit by flames. The alpha gasped, but no air filled his lungs. Those fingers tipped with claws tightened their grip, piercing skin. Jason had been replaced by some twisted vision looming over him. Skin singed and burned, peeling away from bone and muscle. Blood caked tattered clothes and stained skin with bones moving unnaturally beneath what skin it hadnāt punched through.Ā
For the first time, Dick felt fear looking upon the damaged and disfigured face of his little wolf. This wasnāt Jason and yet it was. It was Jason grinning a bloody toothy smile worst than the Jokester.
āYou let me die, little kitty cat. You let me burn in that fire. Iāll make you bleed. Iāll make you burn too.ā
~Alone, But Never Again Ending 1~
Jason was alone in a motel in the middle of no where when he felt the first twinge in his soul. Some stupid talk show was playing on the Tv providing noise more than anything. Jason had been sitting at the table eating a meager meal of old takeout swallowed up in his own misery when he felt it. The baby bump had just barely formed, but he could feel it; could feel just the lightest pull on his soul. The action was so minuscule and yet Jason froze. Once blue eyes widened as the fork in his hand fell back into the takeout container. Tears left wet tracks down his cheeks and stung his eyes.
He spent the night huddled in a makeshift nest made in the small closet huddled into a ball and with his arms curled around his stomach.
That little spark, that tiny little tug meant that there was life inside him. For everything he fucked up and failed to be or do, he didnāt fail at this. It changed something in him that night, to know that this was real.
Jason was really pregnant and he needed to take action if he was going to give this baby the best start he could give.
Finding a reputable Omega home had been a bit difficult. Most were either underfunded, shopping markets for wealthy alphas, or would take away every right Jason had to his body and child. Single pregnant omegas always faced social pressure and prejudice. Even those who had lost their mates faced scrutiny for bearing a child alone and yet judged heavily for taking a mate too soon after their last. There were a few run by omegas that protected others and it was at one of these, Lockwoodās Home for Omegas, that he found room and board and the medical aid he would need.
āHey Jace,ā A gentle voice roused him from his thoughts. He turned away from the window, shifting slightly on his perch in the bay window.
āHey Claire.ā Jason answered. He pulled his legs up to his chest allowing the smaller omega to join him in the sunning nest. Claire curled up carefully beside him, giving them both space to flee, a habit learned from a mate with wild mood swings.
Claire kept the silence for a little longer, building up the courage to speak in that meek voice of hers. āDanny said the appointment didnāt go well.ā
Silence followed as Jasonās gaze returned to stare out the window of the old Victorian townhouse at nothing in particular. He swallowed around the lump in his throat.
