Sarah Paulson's Characters - Oneshots

🐺⚠️ The Devil in Wolf's Clothing

Warning: Violence, Death, Cannibalism, Gore, Blood

Ship: Werewolf Sally x Reader

Summary: Sally realizes her feelings for the reader. When she accidentally hurts Y/N, she chases her into a room...

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"I want you to stay." Sally whispered, catching your gaze. "What?" You looked at her, confused. "Sally, I can't stay. You know this." You gave an awkward reassuring smile. "I'll always come back though." You reminded, hugging her. Sally could feel a tail thrashing behind her, wagging intensely. She remembered when you first saw her wolvish form.

She thought you were an intruder that night, chasing you with a terrifying precision. It wasn't until you turned the lights on that Sally realized it was you, to which she furiously apologized with kisses and letting you ride on her back as she ran down the halls. She loved to express that canine loyalty.

She wanted more days like that.

Sally reached out to you, trying desperately to make a connection. "I just want you to stay with me, you know that... That I'll make sure you're safe and happy." Sally pleaded, her sharp nails pressing against the fabric of your shirt. "As much as I love your offer, I just can't, I... I have things outside of this hotel to care for." You reasoned, taking a step back. With one fluid motion, Sally tightened her grip and watched as the shirt ripped. A wound came onto your arm, drawing a gasp from your lips.

Pain jolted from your bicep, blood seeping from the wound. You pulled away, running down one of many halls. "(Y/N)!" Sally called out, chasing after you as her furred form crept over her. You held a hand over the wound, skipping steps and cutting corners sharply. Looking back, Sally looked terrifying. Big glowing eyes, gnashing drooling teeth. You ran into the foyer, so close to the exit. That would be if you didn't trip.

Crashing into the floor, you tried to hold back a scream as the wound on your bicep deepened. Standing at the landing of the meeting staircases, Sally leapt down from the railing. She crawled over, ears pinned back and eyes glimmering in the darkness. Sally didn't realize how terrifying she was hovering over you. "You cryptids are all terrifying!" You screamed, covering your face in fear.

A veil was cast over Sally's eyes the moment she felt an urge rush over her. "That's why... That's why you shouldn't hide your true self anymore." Your voice felt like it wasn't truly there, but Sally listened. Her love for you willed this moment.

What Sally should've realized was that your hand caressing her muzzle wasn't you bringing her closer... "I'll accept every part of you, Sally. I love you." Sally pulled you into a hug, soon the caressing turned to what it truly was.

Sally looked up, hearing a familiar voice. She turned to look behind herself, seeing The Countess. Blood and gore dripped from Sally's jaws, handprints on her face and chest from you pushing her off. Sally slowly turned to look at you, eyes wide in terror. There you laid, a mere amalgamation of bones, flesh, and blood. The Countess placed a hand on Sally's shoulder, watching her continue to devour. Teeth designed to shred meat, chomping down on your remains. Tears poured from Sally's eyes, the full realization of what she had done crashing over her.

Standing at the top of the staircase, a familiar face. "I loved you..."