#wolf instincts

“I have a scent...?”

She questioned, dumbfounded by his observation.

It's been a while since they met -she had been out of the city for a mission while Valko had been busy at the Laboratory- and they had just encountered each other. But as they hugged as a greeting, she felt his warm breaths fanning over her cheek and shoulder more and more frequently until his nose buried into her hair.

She froze at his awkward behaviour. 

“Are you... sniffing me?”

He tensed at her question, she felt the muscles of his back coil tight under her palms.

A beat of silence passed without any of them moving from their embrace. 

“...maybe.”

“You are.”

She insisted, not because she felt uncomfortable but... she could sense that there was something bothering him and she wanted to understand what it was.

“Fine... I might have.” Valko gave in and returned nosing at her temple, a frown appearing on his face.

“You smell different.”

“Do I...?”

She asked, still confused but her mind was beginning to get it.

She had taken a shower just an hour ago and had even shampooed her hair. She had used the same products as always and-

“Your scent... is different.”

And that was how she discovered that she had a scent.

It wasn't a concept completely stranger to her, because she associated people or places to some perfumes and smells too. But what Valko explained to her was a completely different story. 

It was more logical for a werewolf, since their nose worked differently from the human one... still, he did his best to make it clear to her.

And as he talked about his ability to catch the others' scents surrounding him, she realised that what she had thought was keen perception and attentiveness on his part was actually... this, a natural instinct that allowed him to read her like an open book.

Now she understood why he could tell so easily when she diminished her tiredness or stress after long days at work. He hadn't taken a guess whether she had eaten or not, he could smell her hunger even before her own body told her.

It was... mind-blowing.

She felt both flustered and touched that Valko could know her so well.

“...then what does my scent smell like?” She asked curiously as they sat on the couch, her legs draped across his lap. One of his hands rubbed soothing circles on her knee with his thumb, while his free arm was wrapped loosely around her waist to keep her close. 

Valko smiled softly at the mere idea of her scent.

He looked at her quietly for a while, admiring her curious expression -the way her eyes seemed to shine just a tad brighter and the smallest pout jutted on her lips as she waited patiently to know. A warm, fuzzy feeling bloomed inside his chest just like it always happened when she showed genuine interest towards his true identity.

“That’s difficult…” he murmured honestly and a low chuckle escaped from him as her eyebrows knitted together.

“I thought you said you always recognize it,” she used his own words against him.

“I do,” he stated with quiet confidence.

“...then why is it difficult?” She insisted one more time.

“Because humans don't have words for everything I smell.”

That made her blink, pause and let the admission sink in.

Valko watched the moment realisation dawned on her and she nodded in understanding but failed to hide the hint of disappointment from him. She cared to understand him better, so he tried to come up with an explanation that could satisfy her curiosity.

“It changes… it’s never the same. A mixture of everything, actually.”

As he began to talk, she unconsciously leaned against his chest, fully invested in what he was going to say. Knowing that he was trying to describe her through his werewolf senses was both fascinating and… overwhelming, but in a good way.

“Layered through the environments’ smells that cling onto your clothes, other people’s scents you meet or pass by… beyond the body wash and shampoo you use everyday, there’s something distinctively yours.”

Since he couldn’t find words that could convey what he smelled and recognised among a lot of different kinds of smell, he used metaphors in hope to be more understandable.

“It’s like wilderness, earth, open savannas and the wind. Other times it’s a stream, a mountain, a pretty moonrise…”

Her heart skipped a beat as she listened to Valko.

And she realised that he wasn’t just putting efforts in giving her a proper description but he had actually thought about this whole thing -her scent- enough to find figurative images just for her.

“And it can often remind me of a burnt pancake on the stove…”

But obviously he wouldn’t miss a chance to tease her and rile her up, always ready for a good banter.

She playfully swatted at his chest and bit her own smile when he laughed warmly at her flustered reaction.

“Just kidding-”

“It happened just once. And it was your fault,” she retorted and leaned in to gently bump her forehead against his.

“You distracted me. Did you forget?”

“Of course not.” He murmured, leaning into the touch, his forehead nuzzling against hers in an affectionate manner.

She huffed, her annoyed pretence crumbling almost immediately, and her arms reached out to wrap around his neck, hugging him closer.

He hummed lowly and tightened his own grip around her waist in return, enjoying having her sit on his lap -cozy and comfortable again after they had been apart for so long.

“How…? How have you been carrying all of this?”

She couldn’t help but wonder, the question slipping out of her lips before she could rethink. Because what Valko just admitted to her made her see him under another light.

He could experience the world through a sensory richness she would never fully understand.

But if she were in his shoes, she could only imagine how overwhelming that keen sense of smell could actually be.

“Must be though, mh?”

His golden eyes softened at her empathy and he nodded slightly as he pulled back just enough to press a light kiss on her forehead.

“Sometimes, yeah… but if I have you close, it’s definitely more bearable.”

The next evening, they agreed to meet again so they could have a proper date out.

Valko was a bit too enthusiastic about it and involuntarily reached her place half an hour before the time they had established.

He didn’t want to disturb her if she was still getting ready, so he didn’t text her and simply took the elevator to her floor.

Once he stood in front of her door, he barely had the time to lift his hand that it just opened.

He blinked, stunned.

“How did you know I was here…?”

She smiled in amusement and shrugged nonchalantly.

“I smelled you.”

His gaze narrowed at her playful callback.

“You absolutely did not.”

“I didn't.”

She laughed sweetly.

“I just knew.”

His heart did a somersault at her confession.

And when she stepped forward to hug him, Valko didn’t waste any time to welcome her in his arms.

This time he didn’t pretend he wasn’t doing it -his nose nuzzled against her temple and breathed her in.

She relaxed in his embrace and let herself enjoy the warm feeling of his breath against her hair and skin, wanting him to smell how happy she was to have him there.

Because now she understood.

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First sni-.. meet!!

[Valko | Love And Deepspace]

Tags: love at first sniff, imprinting, oneshot, little fight - little fluff, yearning

A/N: I couldn't stop thinking about Valko's first meeting with MC, so here's a another first-meet-oneshot xd

Their First Meeting... Valko remembered that day far too well, almost absurdly well.

Sometimes, it felt as if he could replay every single second of it if someone asked him to: he remembered the smell of rain-soaked asphalt, the heavy gray sky hanging overhead, the folder of documents still clutched in his hand, and he remembered the girl who, without a single warning, tried to punch him.

He barely managed to dodge.

"Please, you've got the wrong idea—"

Her fist cut through the air just inches from his face. Another punch, then another.

She was fast. Far too fast for an ordinary person.

There was unwavering determination in her eyes, absolute certainty that the man standing before her was the enemy.

Valko never fought back, he simply stepped away, dodging each strike while trying to keep his voice calm.

"I don't want to fight you!"

Her answer was.. another punch. Yea.

...!

And then it happened. Completely without warning.

It's been week since Leo died, Jason has not left his cabin at all. When he does he is all grumpy and in a bad mood overall. But let's find out what Jason does in his cabin.

There was no body left because well he exploded and Jason needed something to cling on. Something that reminded him of his deceased lover. All Jason really found was a dirty oil rag that smelled like Leo and a few of Leo's clothes like a shirt, a few pants, and hoodies. He also found a picture of Leo kissing his cheek with sparkling, happy, alive

Alive

Alive

alive...

Jason often found himself nuzzling the fabric of Leo's clothes or put the dirty rag close to his nose. His appetite was basically gone he would sometimes eat a few crackers but weighted with guilt kinda made it hard to get out of the bed.

Jason sometimes just lays looking at the ceiling thinking about all the ways he should've saved Leo. But of course his stupid self didn't move to save his boyfriend. Jason had been very much against the idea Leo had made because what if the Physician's Cure didn't work and to Jason that's what exactly happened.

They spend weeks, many weeks trying to find Leo but he was nowhere to be found. The moment Piper gave up, he had gotten angry and said how could she give up on a friend so fastly but Piper's tired gaze shut him up.

So here was he now, wearing Leo's oversized hoodie, crying and making no move on getting up anytime soon. Jason felt guilty because he was doing nothing except snoop for his boyfriend all day everyday. He knew this wasn't what Leo wanted for him but he couldn't help it. It was hard to move on, especially from someone he loved very dearly.

Everyday he was so tired, he felt so sloppy and dirty and just...disgusting but like every other day he still made no move on making the effort to stand up take a shower and eat.

Piper had enough of this, she wasn't just going to let her best friend rot in a cabin that smelled bad. So one day Piper stomped into the cabin her eyes sharp with intent.

"Get up Jason, I know it hurts but it's going to hurt more if you don't do anything." Piper said with a sharp tone.

She watched Jason make no move to stand up the only way she knew he heard was him just humming. Piper decided to take matters into her own hands and went to Jason. She grabbed his shoulder a little too tightly. Suddenly Jason snapped his jaw on Piper's hand. Piper recoiled, holding her hand to her chest. Her eyes filled with fear.

Jason looked at Piper surprised on what he had just done. Shame filled him, Leo wouldn't want him hurting Piper for trying to help.

"I'm sorry Pipes, I-I didn't mean it... I don't know went over me." Jason said a little panicked of rejection of his apology.

Tears were filling his eyes and blurring his eyesight, gods, he was so so stupid. Jason didn't realize he was pulling his hair until he felt a gentle hand pull his hand away from his hair.

"It's okay, Jace, I know it wasn't intentional, you are forgiven my love" Piper reassured him and hugged him.

Piper's hug helped a lot, he laid his head on Piper shoulder and let all his tears fall down. He hugged back, tightly and Piper did the same, mummering reassurance into his hair.

"Thank you, Pipes." Jason thanked her, nuzzling close to her neck.

"You're welcome, superman." Piper said, kissing his forehead.

Jason fell asleep in her arms and for once Jason had sweet dreams no nightmares nor disturbance at all.

"Sweet dreams, Jace." Piper whisperd, pulling Jason closer and she also fell asleep.

THE END :)

latest bind!! Scent of the Moon by QuietLemonHush: wolfstar and jegulily, wolf packs and instincts, soooo much black family drama. absolutely LOVE!

Whatever it is knows they’re here. Sky places his feet with care and advances, focusing on that spot. If they can flank the monster and close in, they’ll have this problem settled in no time. How they get back is another matter altogether.

The bright notes of an ocarina shatter the silence. It’s not a song Sky is familiar with. Even more, it’s out of place. Why would a monster be playing a song? Maybe this isn’t a monster, but someone they should help. Yet why would Fi glow like this?

Before Sky can advance or motion for someone else to flank, there’s a loud ripping sound. It’s somewhere between tearing fabric and a scream, nearly too high to hear. Whatever it is, it’s wrong.

The alpha bolts for the tree, skidding to a halt at the rent in the air. Whatever made it is gone. Time bumps his shoulder as he comes to an abrupt halt behind him. Then the rip stitches itself back together—bumpy and warped.

“What in Hylia’s name was that?”

Time heaves a deep sigh, ruffling his hair with his breadth. The proximity has the alpha tensing, sending out a warning scent. Time quickly steps back and ducks his eyes. “I think we could use a break. This will take some explaining.”

So consider Twilight, he's a man if few words. Generally level headed, probably one of the last people to raise his voice. And one day the chain end up facing down a monster that roars on their face, and Twilight in a brilliant move of "don't you fuck with my family" roars back. Loudly. Maybe even louder then the monster.

It proved to be the easiest thing to do… nothing. Simply sitting on his hunches and waiting passively for the tension to die down between the two canine-like types, and for realization to dawn on the tiny creature that he meant no harm. It seemed to be working, the little male’s brows knitting together in confusion at Sonic’s behavior, before amber eyes widened a second later. Red-violet fur peeked out from behind the stone and cautiously tip-toed closer, visibly ready to sprint if the need would arise.

Although excited at his progress, Sonic steeled himself and resisted any temptation to greet the creature again; that reaction would only be his downfall. Tentatively walking closer, the small creature stopped about a foot away and curiously warbled another line of nothingness. Sonic frowned at the garbling but sensed the meaning through the little one’s tone and voice. Pulling his ears back and smoothing out his fur, Sonic stooped down and rumbled softly, making sure to hide his fearsome fangs from sight. The small creature tilted its head slightly before baring its stubby canines and beaming happily. Enlightened by this accomplishment, Sonic’s tail happily wagged behind him, the whirlwind stirring up swaying grass, and he leaned forward to sniff his new acquaintance. The bubbly little male laughed at the touch and gently shoved Sonic’s muzzle back a few paces, still giggling to itself.

An energizing warmth swelled in Sonic’s chest that trailed down to his speedy tail and he panted excitedly, happy to have changed the little guy’s mind of him. Little guy? He paused from his playfulness and perked up, gazing at the rising sun poking over the horizon and the light encompassing such brilliant beauty. That same warmth seemed to have spread throughout his body and now was basking him in its heat, a sudden new awareness taking place in his mind all the while. By the time the light and warmth dissipated from his body, thousands of questions came tumbling through his mind, more specifically… What just happened? He peered down at his form and was surprised to see his original cobalt fur coating his body, along with peach arms and a tan stomach painting his features. His brows knitted together again. “Wha—” He felt for his throat in alarm. He could talk again. What the heck was going on?

“Um… e-excuse me… Mister Monster Guy?”

Sonic peered down at a much clearer version of the stranger he was just interacting with. Indeed, it did seem to hold certain dog features, a Chihuahua hybrid of some sort, with maroon fur and tufts of white fluff coating its underbelly, tail, and hair. Like he witnessed before, fairy-like wings were jutting out of its back, and on the center of its chest… Was that a green stone? Sonic rubbed his head at the new information and looked back at the awaiting stranger. Clearly it had said something from before and was waiting for a response. Embarrassed at the predicament, Sonic scratched the back of his head and chuckled, “Sorry, little guy. I couldn’t get the last part you said. Mind repeating that?”

The little chihuahua blinked at him, hearing Sonic’s true voice for the first time, but then shrugged it off. “I was wondering how you did that. That was amazing!” It was clearly a he, with the scratchy tone in his voice, and the ball of fluff jumped into the air, beating his wings incessantly and flying around Sonic from all directions, his mouth going at blinding speeds. “First you were with those teeth! And those claws! And then BAM! You’re now a… a…” He halted his chatter, clearly trying to find what to call Sonic.

“Hedgehog.” Sonic scratched under his nose lazily. “Sonic the Hedgehog.”

“Sonic, that’s a cool name! I like that name!” The little guy pumped up a fist in mid-flight and then looked back at Sonic curiously. “But how did you do that changing stuff?”

Sonic suppressed a sigh and placed a hand on his hip, “Honestly, I have no idea.” He off-handedly muttered, “but I hope I don’t go through that again…” His friend cocked his head at that. Sonic turned back towards him, “You got a name?”

The maroon fella frowned in thought till looking down in worry, contemplating over something. “Hmmmm… huh?” He jumped in alarm, “what IS my name?” He dropped to the ground and started running in circles. “AHHH! I don’t know! I can’t remember!”

Sonic was taken back by this news. Can’t remember? Does that mean… He hoped he was wrong, but only one way to test that theory. “You forgot who you are?” He had run into amnesiacs before, Shadow being the most popular, and adding another one to the list was not something he was looking forward to. The Chihuahua’s little nod was all the confirmation he needed.

“Yep. I remember something falling from the sky…” He reenacted the scene, quite clumsily, and continued, “and everything just going all white… and then nothing! I can’t remember a thing past that!” He sulked in defeat, clearly troubled by his dilemma.

Uh oh, did I fall on him? Sonic sweat dropped. It was bad enough when someone lost a sense of who they were, but to be the one to cause it? This couldn’t possibly get any worse. His thoughts were interrupted by the poor amnesiac again.

“Oh, MAN, what am I gonna do?! What CAN I do? Where do I go from here?!” He was flying in every which direction, talking to almost any innate object (or Sonic) around in his panicked state. “What’ll I… Oof, I’m hungry.” He fell from the air like a sack of potatoes, Sonic’s quick reflexes being the sole savior for the little guy. Catching him with ease, Sonic chuckled to himself.

Reminds me of Charmy. He hadn’t spent much time with the Chaotix in a while, but just spending a day at the trio’s HQ can prove how much of a handful Charmy can “bee.” Looking on the bright side, Sonic chose to be the voice of reason. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll help you get your memory back.”

Amber eyes blinked owlishly at him in awe, and he fainted a smile, “Really? You mean it?” He leapt out of Sonic’s hands and plopped on his head, Sonic not minding at all.

“Absolutely!” He takes a couple steps, beginning his new quest. “I’m sure we’ll find somebody who knows you if we look around.” Though talking-dog-fairies might be harder to find.

A maroon-and-white- face leaned over his head and peered into his eyes with a wide grin, jumping off and resorting to flying side-by-side. “Oh, thank you! You’re the best, Mister Monster Gu—I mean, Sonic the Hedgehog!”

Sonic grinned at lifting his friend’s spirits and slapped five with him before looking out into the distance and spotting the towns from before. He glanced back at his flying buddy and jabbed a thumb in said direction. “Wat’ya say we check out that town then. There’s bound to be something they know, and who knows, good grub too!”

His companion excitedly nodded and seated comfortably on his head, holding onto his quills for support. “That sounds great! Ready when you are!”