#⤷werewolf verse 「can’t control the monster in me」

[eyes-blazing]

4-8

(As per usual, since this question doesn’t specify a muse I will be answering for my most active muses. If you’d like to know the answers for anyone else just let me know.)

{4} Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Emrys:

Emrys’ life has been one long list of things that fundamentally changed him, starting from having his hands permanently damaged at the age of 8, to his first love dying in his arms at the age of 13, to meeting an adorable genius named Nathan Sanders ( @agentsanders ). His parents know about most of it, as does his Uncle Thor(though that has more to being the one to bail Emrys out of SHEILD holding cells then Emrys actually telling him things). The only one who knows everything is his oldest sister Hel ( @helreginn ) and Emrys hates that she carries his grief for his lost childhood.

Felet:

If you asked Felet, he’d say no. There hasn’t been anything that he’s witnessed that fundamentally changed him as a person. If you asked me, then the answer would be that watching his birth mother be declared insane and institutionalized at the age of 13 definitely made him rethink his position in the world. Before she was arrested for neglect and abuse he thought he knew everything there was to know…now he knows that he will never know everything. The boy keeps as much of himself secret as he can, only recently letting bits of himself be seen by those closest to him. The idea of being seen and wanted terrifies him so it will be a while before anyone truly knows the effect his past has had on him.

Raven:

As with everything, Raven is unsure. He doesn’t know most of his past, doesn’t know who he was before being hit in the head during a job and he doesn’t know how that person has changed. If there is anyone who does know the answers to this question he doesn’t remember who they are so he can’t ask. Sometimes the thought does make him sad, not knowing who he was verses who he is. Not knowing if the people he loves would still love him if the person he was before was a monster. But he wants those answers. If only to make sure he stays a good man if only for the man he fully intends to marry once he has those answers ( @ourwrittenstories )

Liam:

The only thing Liam can really remember about the night he became a werewolf was turning the corner to see a monster devouring a young girl. The physical changes that he now has to live with would be bad enough but the way he doesn’t want his mother walking alone at night or his girlfriend Roxanne ( @fierylittleniece ) to travel by herself show that that night left more than a physical scar. He hates that the monster took both his body and his peace of mind. As for someone knowing…Roxanne knows some of it but not how much the idea of loosing control like that terrifies him.

Ben:

Ben has seen many terrible things during his service to his country and also in the service to his boss Ayden. He wouldn’t say that any of those events changed him in any significant way. The event that changed who he was to who he is he never saw, his wife’s murder. He knows he is not the same man who first joined the army, nor is he the same man who married his wife, or the same man that let a 15 year old girl find his revenge for him. Who he is now is a father, a partner, and a friend. That’s all that’s needed. The only one who has heard the things he has seen is Raven as Ben knows that his brother would never betray his confidence.

{5} On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Emrys:

His wallet, a guitar pick(of three), keys to his apartment, and his five years sobriety chip.

Felet:

His phone and wallet, a small notebook and pen, and whatever small trinket he picked up as a present for his boyfriend Aster ( @monstersxxorxxmen ) or newly adopted mother Hel ( @helreginn )

Raven:

A knife, his phone, and a picture of his boyfriend.

Liam:

His phone and wallet, a few victims services cards, a pack of gum, and whatever little not Roxanne left for him that morning.

Ben:

His phone, a picture of his daughter Ady, and a single bullet.

{6} Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Emrys:

Emrys’ dreams will either be nightmares of the worst parts of his life, the maiming of his hands, the drug abuse, the death of Darren, getting sober. Or pleasant dreams the future he will have with Nathan. He’d say that the theme is that he had to suffer to be able to fully appreciate how good of a life that he has now.

Felet:

When Felet does dream, it’s always a nightmare. The police coming into his room to tell him that his mother had been arrested and that he had to come with them or his foster father screaming at him as the man shoots him. The feeling of being a burden and unloved. The few times he’s had a nice dream it has been due to Hel intervening.

Raven:

Raven will have a dream about a blond haired woman who smiles softly at him and tells him that she’s proud of him. When he has this dream he always wakes up feeling like he lost something precious to him. If it’s not the woman then it is a general feeling of being lost in a dark fog.

Liam:

Liam dreams about a family, about a little girl with his smile and his wife’s eyes. He dreams of a future where he is safe to be around, a future where he doesn’t have to worry about hurting the woman he loves.

Ben:

Ben’s dreams used to follow the themes of lost, lost friends, lost family, lost love. But after meeting a certain nymph in a certain flower shop his dreams have changed. It’s hard to pin down a a theme perse but they all involve a blond woman and his little girl laughing and happy.

{7} Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Please see previous answers. My boys don’t get happy dreams(or backstories or current stories or…mostly anything. Sorry not sorry)

{8} Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Emrys:

The first time Emrys fired a gun he was around 14 years old, it was a part of his “sober training”. His mother, Sera, set up various targets and let her angry, still dealing with withdrawal, and hurting son go wild. He only hit one target that day but now he could hit all of them with one eye closed.

Felet:

Felet is terrified of guns, understandably so, and if anyone ever handed him one he’d probably run away. Or pass out.

Raven:

Raven has fired a gun, he doesn’t know what the first thing he shot at was or who taught him or why. Now he prefers to use knifes to do his work but he can still handle a gun just fine if the situation calls for it.

Liam:

He is a police detective so he has fired a gun before, though his first time was at a shooting range with his father with he was 15. His mother still had the paper target with his wide spread shots stored in the attic.

Ben:

Ben first shot a gun in the woods behind his grandfathers house at a line of cans, his grandfather was one of those “the government is going to come for us” types and wanted to make sure his grandson was prepared. Ben’s parents were not amused that their 8 year old had a pistol in his hands.

[fantasies-n-fairytales]

Krista Frey

Name: Krista Frey

Face Claim: Lily James

Age: 22-28(Depending on verse)

Species: Werewolf-Born

Rank: Omega

History:

Krista was born and raised in a small town on the outskirts of Mexico. She had as normal of a childhood as one could, with both of her parent’s being werewolves. They never hid the fact from Krista, knowing it was in her blood to follow the same path. Instead they prepared her for what she’d face, taught her about the pull of the full moon and worked with her to gain control when that day finally came to pass, that she truly experienced what it meant to be a werewolf for the first time.

The young wolf had lost control more then once, but her family, her pack had protected her against ever actually taking anyone’s life. They didn’t believe in killing innocents, or even acting purely out of revenge. It was instilled in her at a young age that just because she had the power to do so, didn’t give her the right to act on it. She was different yes, but she wasn’t a monster.

She was around the age of ten whenever her parent’s announced that she was going to be a big sister. Though Krista had grown accustomed to being the only child, she was excited to be able to help her younger sister the same way her parents had helped her. As Jackie grew older, the siblings were inseparable. She seemed to follow in Krista’s footsteps, wanting to be just like her big sister. Which was both a blessing and a curse at times in Krista’s eyes. She loved Jackie and would do anything for her, but as Krista reached her teenage years, she found herself needing her personal space every so often. Krista had taken up running as one of her methods to gaining time to herself. She found a few trails that wound through the local forestry, and would often run for hours, before returning home to her family, her pack.

It was upon one of these runs that everything changed for the now 19 year old werewolf. She knew the moment that she stepped foot on the entrance of her home that something was off. There were different scents, mixed with her families overpowering emotions. Fear, anger, grief, pain, hope. The last confused her more then any of them. There was no doubt her pack was in trouble, and she’d been too busy spending time with herself to realize it before now.

She didn’t hesitate to kicked down the door, her yellow eyes glowing in anticipation of what awaited her on the other side. However, nothing could prepare her for the scene she’d burst into. Jackie’s innocent body laid lifelessly in her mothers arms. It only took one look to know her mother wasn’t far behind her sister. The black blood seemed to be pouring from every orifice of her body, she’d not only been shot, she’d been poisoned and Krista knew it. “Hunters?” Krista growled out as she ran to her parent’s side. They were nowhere in sight now, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t return, that she wouldn’t make them pay.

As if reading her thoughts, her father gripped her arm. It was only when she looked at him, that she realized he was in just as bad of shape as her mom. “Don’t…that’s not how we do things…Krista..” he said his eyes flashing red for a moment, before weakly dulling back to their brown hues. “Papa..” she started to argue before watching his hand drop from her arm as he slumped to the ground, “No…you guys can’t leave me..” she protested, “Beacon Hills..run, don’t stop running until you get there..” was the last words she heard before the sound of the door cracking forced her to her feet.

Krista eyes narrowed in the direction of the hunter, who already had his weapon honed in her direction. “I found the last one…don’t worry, I got her” he said as though she was nothing but an animal to be hunted. “You’re the monster, not me” she growled before leaping through the back window , the sound of glass shattering likely drawing the attention of the other hunters, but at the moment she couldn’t bring herself to care. She didn’t look back, she just ran, doing exactly what her father, her alpha, had asked her to do. She pushed the pain of her losses, the guilt of leaving them behind, the pain of knowing she was alone, all if it down and just ran as fast as she could.

The omega is now in Beacon Hills, trying to figure out why of all places her father would use his dying breath to tell her to come here. She’s realized that she isn’t the only supernatural, and that she hadn’t escaped the presence of hunters by being here. So there is obviously more to this town then she first thought. Now it was just a matter of finding her place in it. Not to mention learn how to handle being on her own without her family, her pack, or her anchors to help her.

[ambitiouslyruthless]

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He hated the cold. There was something about it that reminded him too much of his mother, so when it hits November and blankets of snow start covering the ground, Gavin wants nothing more than to go home, curl up in front of his space heater with his cats, and to enjoy the warmth and not have to do anything for the next couple of months and wait for Spring.

But instead he is out in the fucking snow, shivering cold in his thin jacket as he trudges through the white insufferable snow all because a suspect had decided it was a good idea to flee from them and they had to get a whole fucking team set up to try to find him before the bastard froze to death.

For reasons only a few knew about, Gavin was set out on his own and now that he was far enough away from the other officers, he shrugs off his jacket and his body goes through the painful change of shifting from man to wolf. Instantly everything is a lot fucking warmer as he shakes out his thick fur and hops out of the torn up pieces of his jeans left over from his transformation. It makes walking through the thick blanket of snow a lot easier as well.

Following the scent of the suspect through the light snowfall ends with Gavin coming upon a building. Cautiously, he approaches it, nose twitching at the door. Curious. It smelt as if their suspect went in there, but Gavin would have to wait a few more hours before he could fucking change back, so he does the next best thing and he paws at the door.

[mhdiaries]

Wave 1 Holt Hyde Journal

July 23

Woke up in a moving truck last night - in the cab... this time. But I was totally confused as to how I got there and exactly where I was going. I figured since Moms was driving it meant another new job in another new town - maybe this one will be the last for a while...

July 25

Tried to stay up so I could see what the new town looks like in the daytime but it was no use. Soon as the first ray or sunlight cracked the horizon I was out. Shouldn’t be surprised, since for as long as I can remember, I’ve been trippin’ to the music of the night. I can’t recall the last time I saw the sun... really I can’t. I used to wonder if I was part vampire but so far no fangs and no overwhelming desire to make beat juice my new drink of choice. I must do some serious sleep walking during the day though, cause sometimes when I wake up I am dressed like a complete dork. 

July 27

I put some flyers up at the Maul advertising my DJ biz. Hopefully I’ll get some bites. I know that once I get a few gigs I’ll be busy all the time ‘cause I can definitely spin some scary mixes.

August 1 

Being the new monster in town means I’ve got to figure out who all the players are so I don’t get off on the wrong claw with any of the locals. So I’ve been taking walks at night with Crossfade just to check things out. This is what I’ve peeped so far:

Count Dracula - This ain’t no mopey “Please give me a hug ‘cause I’ma vampire” cry baby. This is the original old school, dark as midnight, bad to the fang Nosferatu. There may be monsters that have been around longer but none of them have Count Dracula’s street cred. He and his daughter live on my street in what is either a gigantic mansion or a small castle. I guess you’d have to go with mansion but only because there isn’t a moat and a drawbridge.

The Mummy - Got to say there’s just something about old school monster royalty. They’re like rock stars or something I’m not the kind of monster that gets star struck but I seriously wanted to ask for his autograph. I didn’t but I thought about it. He and his princess daughter Cleo de Nile live in this palace that looks like a movie set with servants and all. I don’t know Cleo but it seems like she’s wound a little tight.

The Werewolf - There’s one Alpha wolf in his pack and he is it. I heard he could have gone pro in just about any sport he wanted but he was so much stronger and faster than the other players they said it wouldn’t be fair for him to play. He’s got a big family in a not so big house and it always seems like there is some kind of drama going on over there. The way they argue you’d think they don’t like each other but you’d be wrong. They watch out for each other and if you fight one of them you better be ready to take them all. Clawd is the BMOC - Big Monster on Campus and Clawdeen is going to have songs written about her one day. 

Frankenstein and His Bride - Mr. Stein is pretty chill for a dude who’s 8 feet tall and looks like he’s strong enough to tie knots in oak trees. Mrs. Stein on the other hand... well let’s just say Mr. Stein is a lucky monster. They live in a house that looks like a cross between a Swiss chalet and a research lab. I think they’ve got a new baby over there but I haven’t seen her yet.

The Sea Monster - He doesn't’ really live on land, at least I don’t think he does - for sure he’s got a little beach house where Lagoona Blue lives. It’s got this killer dock that goes out over the water. I saw Lagoona sitting out there talking to him one night. He never got out of the water though so I couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like but he churned serious water when he left. I think he mostly just keeps to himself and doesn’t spend a lot of time with surface monsters.

Medusa - Seems like she’s got her hiss together and is in total control of her emotions - good thing too, cause if she ever lost it, your career as a permanent life size paperweight would start right away. I guess that’s why she wears sunglasses outside of her house - even at night. Speaking of her house it looks like a building from one of those pictures at a Greek restaurant the kind with the big columns and everything. I bet the acoustics in that place are awesome. Wonder if she ever lets Deuce have parties up there? 

August 3

Have you ever met someone for the first time and it’s like you’ve known them all your life? Dude this totally happened to me last night. I was doing this bubblegum dance gig, not really my style but sometimes you’ve got to give the monsters what they want - ya know? Anyway, this absolutely smokin’ little vampire was out on the floor doing the Transylvania Trance and there wasn’t another monster in the place who could keep up so I flipped the switch to auto pilot and jumped right in there with her. When the song was over I was like, “Ula D you rock!” Then she said, “How do you know my name because I don’t think we’ve ever met have we?” I couldn’t think of a time when we had but somehow I just knew who she was. Weird huh? 

August 10

Had a date with the lovely and lyrical Operetta. She’s a bit of a diva but what a set of pipes! I took her to see this band I really like and everything was going great until this gargoyle bumps into her and almost knocks her down. I didn’t think his apology was sincere so I got hot and long story short... I got us kicked out. Operetta was embarrassed about it, and asked me to take her home. I sent her a dozen dead roses but she’s still not talking to me. My temper constantly gets me into trouble but never gets me out.

August 11

Mom found out about last night from Operetta’s dad. She says I need to do a better job controlling my temper and stop being such a hot head but it’s not like I can just become a different person. Sometimes I think she wishes I wasn’t a monster at all. Does she think I can just snap my fingers and turn into some dorky human or something? I swear sometimes I just want to ~~~~~~~~~~ ASHES! I melt more pens this way. Maybe mom’s right - wish there was like a potion you could drink to get rid of the bad stuff... oh well.

August 20 

I think I’m going to take some night school classes this year. I heard that Monster High does non-traditional classes for monsters who don’t do daylight and since I seem to fit into that crew I’m gonna sign up. There’s supposed to be this siren that gives voice lessons and Operetta’s dad teaches a keyboard class. 

September 5

I started working on this song that I want to be kinda about my life. Maybe inspiration will hit and I’ll finish it or maybe I haven’t lived long enough to write a song about my life. Anyway I got the first verse:

A twisted road plays out like a rhyme

Revealing itself a little at a time

Turn the corner Leave what’s behind

Outta sight and outta mind

Outta sight and outta mind

Guess I’ll have to see where the road leads.

[naferty]

stevetony fic recs!!!! please!!!!!

Oh no there's just so many to choose from!! So many wonderful stony fics from so many wonderful authors. This is hard. Don't do this to me 😭😭

I hope you enjoy these just as much as I do!! 

(topTony and bottomSteve are also included)

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What Lies Inside by Penumbren

     When the Avengers discover Captain America in the Arctic sea, they find more than just a new team member: Tony Stark discovers his fated mate. The problem is, Steve Rogers is a man out of his own time and apparently straight, and Tony's not about to force anything on the man he loves--even if it means his own death. Besides, Tony's spent his entire life keeping secrets. How can he possibly tell Steve that he's really Iron Man, let alone a werewolf?

Birds of a Feather by LoquitorLatinae 

     Tony only ever wanted to be an Alpha with bright feathers, a huge wingspan, and attitude. But he was an Omega, and while he still has the attitude, his lot in life as dictated by society leaves a lot to be desired. But he was Tony Stark, and he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way—though he wouldn’t necessarily be against the company of a certain Alpha Capsicle.

Killing Monsters in the Rain by snoozingkitten

     Tony is a werewolf in name only, he’s also a genius and a playboy and the Lord of the house of Stark. When he’s forcibly reminded of his heritage by a crash landing in the East River Forest things go a bit differently than he’d expect. Fantasy AU

Man Out of Time by samptra

     Closing dark eyes he tried to center his wildly gyrating thoughts. “This isn’t happening this isn’t real…” he wacked his head a few more times, “I did not go through a weird tear in the air again. There was no crazy terreract driven machine…and I defiantly did not go back in time.” This was all some sort of dream he was having a nightmare one that he’d awake from in his bed, in Avengers Tower, in the year 2013.

That Has Such People by samptra

     Captain Tony Stark has found himself in a strange time and place. Billionaire, genius Steve Rogers has no idea what to do with a man from the past. Together perhaps they can teach each other a little about the past and future.

Dulce et Decorum est by samptra

     Badly wounded in Afghanistan Lieutenant Tony Stark had been deemed unfit for combat. His life now stretching before him a bleakly; a company he wants nothing to do with, a legacy he can barely tolerate, and a life he never wanted. Until he’s given the chance to be something he never imagined; a superhero.

Thumb, Index, and Pinky Extended by Eudoxia

     Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Living In The Future by Closer

     Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he's stuck with him. That's not a bad thing, but between Steve's wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony's little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening.

Engaging the Enemy by tsukinofaerii

     Iron Man is one of the more persistent villains that the Ultimates face, with a special fondness for one Captain America. As Steve starts to findout more and more about him, the lines between hero and villain begin to blur. Sometimes, you don't have to be on the right side of the law to be in the right.

The Tower of Yesterday by manic_intent

     Tony is the WWII hero waking up in the future. Iron Man Noir.

Got the Cream by YourFavoriteRobot

      Steve is coasting through life after leaving the army without making any real connections to anyone around him. Until a mischievous deity turns Steve's only friend, his cat Tony, into a human being.

Tony Stark and the Sentinel of Liberty: A Marvels Adventure by Sineala

     When Project Rebirth fails, leaving the super-soldier serum inert in his veins, Steve Rogers is forced to bid goodbye to his dream of defending his country -- at least, in the way he'd always envisioned it. But his prospects in that regard aren't entirely bleak: he takes a job as chronicler for Tony Stark, the former Marvels adventurer who now serves his country in his typical unorthodox style, hunting down mystical relics before the Nazis can find them. At Tony's side in the jungles of Peru, Steve discovers that the serum works after all -- but it works in ways he could never have imagined.

Not This Omega by Annehiggins

     With Stane dead, Tony has to find a mate or lose controlling interest in his company, so it's time to throw an omega ball. Tony has a plan, but doesn't count on the drug in his drink. Now he's stuck with a mate who doesn't seem all that into him. Based on this prompt in the avengerkink meme. Set it a world where no one, not even Pepper, knows Tony is Iron Man and the events of Iron Man 2 never happened.

Unknown Caller (do not engage) by gottalovev

     Steve had one job: exchange a couple of texts with a guy who thought he had Natasha's number, and let him down gently. It ends up being a lot more complicated than that.

A Little Too Not Over You by jay_girl88

     "Steve had experienced torture before. This was a cruel and unusual form of it."

Sometimes, you can't see what's right in front of you until it isn't there anymore.

Colour Me In Love by starksnack

     [5:12 AM] Hey so I know you modeled for me like two years ago, but I really liked the work we did and was wondering if we could get together for coffee and talk about your possible participation in my upcoming project. Please let me know when you’re available. - SR

Tony models for Steve.

Basically two idiots in love.

Parabol Series by chaoticcollectorchaos_me

     When a dead body is discovered, the Avengers become murder suspects.

Rockabye Verse by BladeoftheNebula

     Cute alphas didn’t appear out of nowhere to help ruined omegas. That was a widely accepted fact.

Tony Stark had always known his life wouldn’t be easy as a genius omega in an alpha’s world. But not even he predicted getting knocked up and forced to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

A Gentleman's Guide to Centaurs by BladeoftheNebula

     All of Marvyl is a-twitter when Captain Rogers comes to town and takes up residence at Brooklyn Hall.

A single alpha in possession of a large fortune is an interesting prospect for any unmarried omega - especially when he has hooves.

You Have Me by ShesLikeTexas

     Tony Stark is a twenty year old college student trying to get by after being cut off by his father. Enter: Art student Steve Rogers, otherwise known as "The Captain," one of the most powerful crime bosses in New York.

Home by Saber_Wing

     Desperately, he reached back and grasped for the carving knives on the block behind him, because damned if he was going down without a fight. Then the bilgesnipe's razor sharp teeth clamped down harder on Tony's leg, and this time, he heard something crack. All rational thought fled with it.

Tony's vision went white. He thought he might have screamed, but he couldn't be sure.

Oh god, it hurt. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Thor really should learn to keep Bilgey in his room.

The Red String by masterlokisev159

     As Prince Anthony stands by the window and watches his kingdom burn, he can only hope and pray that the barbarians will be kind. After all, what good would it do to have more bloodshed after so many lives have been lost?

It is inevitable though. Whether he likes it or not, he is the prince, the son of the cruel and powerful King Howard. And princes such as he do not last long once their kingdom has been claimed.

Tony knows these will be his final hours. He knows the barbarian leader is coming for him.

He just prays it will be a quick and painless death.

Sweet on You by MiniRaven

     It’s the 1940’s and Tony is working as a Donut Doll for the Red Cross. His job is to go around to various military bases and offer comfort food and conversation to homesick soldiers. He’s come to expect a lot of things in this job, but he doesn’t expect to fall in love with Captain America, the hottest most awkward soldier Tony has ever met.

Clan (of the Stranger and the Outcast) by greymantledlady

     The Stranger holds out his huge hand towards Tony, palm outwards and upwards.

Tony watches him warily, baring his teeth a little, not yet a snarl but a warning. But the Stranger simply holds his hand there, waiting, waiting; and his knife is lying on the ground between them, and there is no threat in the lines of his body.

Tony lets out a little breath he’s been holding. And he’s trembling, but he slowly reaches his own hand out, tentative and uncertain, and brushes the fingertips against the Stranger’s calloused palm. And the Stranger smiles a little, his eyes soft, and wraps his fingers around Tony’s.

The Long Way Back (To You) by Pearl_Unplanned

     After mouthing off to the wrong God of Mischief, Steve and Tony find themselves stuck as a cat and mouse, respectively. Either they work together to get home without being picked off by one of the many everyday dangers like stray dogs, cars, rat poison and each other, or they die trying. And maybe they can just come to terms with how they really feel towards one another.

The Future is Now by Pearl_Unplanned

     After a villain's failed 'time machine' is used on Tony and Steve, it leaves them both far older than anyone had been expecting. Tony, unsurprisingly, is having trouble coping with it, especially since there's a chance it might be permanent. Steve, on the other hand, tries to make the best of the situation.

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I have plenty more but I think this is a good list. Enjoy!

[letsbenditlikebennett]

Release the Hedgehounds || Ariana & Kaden

TIMING: About 2 weeks ago.  PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: At Blanche’s suggestion, Ariana enlists Kaden to help her get rid of the hedge hound in her backyard when she can’t get a hold of Celeste.

Considering Celeste was still pretty pissed off, Ariana had decided to do most of the household chores while she was at work. It seemed like a winning idea until she went out back to try and take the trash out. She thought she’d seen a plant she hadn’t noticed before, but when it began to move toward her, Ariana quickly realized she really needed to get back in the house. She wasn’t about to take out some plant monster with an actual bag of garbage. Hoping to distract the creature, she left the bag of trash in the middle of the lawn, and bolted back indoors. Mr. Plant Deer still felt very inclined to follow her back to her house and watched closely from her backdoor. She tried calling Celeste, but it kept going to voicemail which meant the diner was busy. “Well, fuck,” she thought before remembering Blanche had mentioned an animal like this and said there was a guy at Animal Control taking care of them. Kaden had said he’d be there soon, but just to be safe, she grabbed an axe out of Celeste’s closet in case this thing decided to be like the spinach at Deirdre’s house and break right on in. Normally, she’d change out of her practice soccer uniform for company, but she was feeling a little weary about even looking away from this hedgehound as Kaden called it. With the axe gripped tightly in her hands, she watched the hedgehound carefully from behind her couch until a knock interrupted their staring contest. She slowly backed away, not taking her eyes off the thing until she was close to the front door. She opened it and quickly let the man in. “You must be, Kaden. I’m Ariana. I appreciate you coming out to help with this hedgehound thing. It’s out back this way.” She gestured toward the back of the living area where the back door was. “I’ve, uh, got an axe in case you need a hand or anything.”

Another day, another monster called in to animal control. Kaden could say a lot of things about this town (and he sure did), but he somehow found a way to get consistently paid for hunting and to have a day job that not only didn’t interrupt his hunting, but actively encouraged it. Why he didn’t try for this type of job sooner, he didn’t know. When he got a message about a walking plant covered animal, he was pretty damn sure he knew what he was dealing with. Hedgehound. They were a lot easier to deal with in the woods. This was going to be a challenge. Especially if this was one of Blanche’s friends. Who knew what that meant. Still, he packed up his weapons, mostly knives and machetes, and a couple of extra lighters. He expected this to be tricky. He didn’t expect it would be this tricky. “Hello, animal control,” he said as he rapped on the door, waiting for someone to answer. As soon as she opened the door, he felt it. That chill that ran down his back and made his hair all stand on edge. He knew exactly what it meant. Who, rather, what he was talking to. A werewolf. A werewolf who was a teenage girl wearing a football uniform. Putain. He clenched his jaw and tried to keep his expression neutral. “I should be alright, I brought weap-- uh, extraction tools.” He looked around her to see straight towards the back door. “Can I take a look?” he asked, nodding towards the back door. The sooner he could get this over with, the better.

The hedgehound could be heard shuffling around near the front door. Ariana was grateful this thing wasn’t quite as determined to catch her as the spinach had been. She stepped out of the way and gestured toward the back door, “Yeah, extraction tools. Right.” It dawned on her that maybe this hadn’t been her best idea. Animal Control officer who was privy to the supernatural probably didn’t like werewolves, but at least he didn’t know she was a werewolf. Well, hopefully he didn’t. She didn’t particularly feel like stressing on that thought too much. “But yeah, for sure. Come on in. Beast-y boy is right back here.” She led the way to the back yard, axe still gripped firmly in her right hand, ready for the stupid plant monster if it decided to charge through her backdoor. She wasn’t about to open the door and charge on it. This guy presumably knew what he was doing if Blanche recommended him. Ariana stood to the side of the doorway, “So, yeah, you can do your thing. If it’s all the same to you, I’ll keep an eye from a distance and am here for back up if you need it. I’ve got a little bit of practice with the whole knife/axe throwing thing. Worked on killing those spinach deer that you can’t touch. Have no idea what the hell this thing does though.”

Kaden felt his skin crawl as he walked past her. And something else immediately following. A weird feeling. Like he shouldn’t be feeling the hate in every cell of his being. Maybe it was just because she looked like nothing more than a teenage girl right now. He rolled his shoulders back and reminded himself what she must look like on the full moon. Not that it mattered right now, he had to do his job. Right now she wasn’t the most dangerous thing in the vicinity. Somehow. “Fine by me,” he answered sharply, eyes fixed on the shambling shrub through the back door. Hedgehound. No mistaking it. He dropped down and started shuffling through his pack of weapons. At her words, his brow knit together and he stopped while hunting for his machete. “A spinach dear? What?” he looked at her for some sort of explanation he wasn’t likely to get. It was odd, seeing her just standing there, clutching an axe. Almost like a typical scared teenager. He sighed and rolled his eyes, voice still terse and short. “How do you feel about starting a fire in the backyard?”

Ariana nodded and watched as he unpacked whatever he was using against this hedgehound thing. “Cool, I’ll be not too far behind you then.” It dawned on her that he had a lot of weapons, even for an animal control officer. Was this the reason Blanche recommended him for a hedgehound problem? Realization dawned on her that this Kaden guy was likely a hunter, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was the werewolf sensing kind, right? This was fine. She could casually ask him about that once there wasn’t a giant plant animal trying to attack them. Maybe he could even answer her questions about Ace that she hadn’t wanted to bring up to Celeste. His questioning of the spinach deer brought her back to the present moment. Her grip on the axe loosened a bit and she exclaimed, “Oh, my sister told me it’s not actually called a spinach, but it’s like a spooky looking deer with a red head that you can’t actually touch.” At the mention of fire, she set the axe down and shuffled through one of the kitchen drawers for the long lighter. That paired with the wood they had back there would make starting a fire easy enough. She picked the axe back up just in case. Maybe she should have grabbed a few of Celeste’s knives, too, but Kaden seemed hella prepared. “I can start a fire. We have wood back there just for that. Guessing they’re vulnerable to fire?” She paused briefly before adding, “Wait, nevermind. Seems like an obvious answer.”

His brow furrowed, distracted momentarily from the werewolf in the room while trying to identify the species she could possibly be talking about. Red headed deer. “Do you mean a sianach?” Kaden shook his head. He supposed her sister was a wolf, too, if she was also well versed in the supernatural. Not sure why she wasn’t the one here taking care of it but he supposed that wasn’t really an issue. This was his job after all. Fair enough. He waited, machete in hand, as she rummaged through the kitchen drawers. If he wasn’t so focused on how much he hated that feeling of knowing that there was a wolf in his presence, he could almost see how much she reminded him of Blanche. Though thankfully not half as obnoxious. “Fire’s the only way to make sure it’s completely gone, yeah,” he said sharply, still unable to relax. “Unless you want this to come back.” He was ready to pull the door open, just get this over with, but he knew he couldn’t not yet. “Uh, what I meant though is the safest way to deal with that,” he said pointing to the hedge hound, “is to torch pretty much any greenery on the property. Somehow I don’t think your sister;s going to agree to that.”

With a snap of her fingers and a quick point at Kaden, Ariana exclaimed, “Yes! That’s what my sister said they were. They’re thicc as fuck. Accidentally bounced an axe off its ass before getting some knives to hit.” This was probably bad. At this point it was becoming pretty obvious he was some sort of hunter, she just hoped he wasn’t a werewolf hunter. Even so, she had to doubt he’d kill her in human form and she’d have Celeste with her during the full moon. Celeste could take this guy, right? Definitely wasn’t great he knew where she lived, but it was that or death by hedgehound since Celeste hadn’t answered her phone. She bit her lip nervously and nodded. “Oh, right. Uh yeah, we can torch all the plants. I mean Celeste won’t love it but she’s already pretty pissed at me anyway. A few burnt plants isn’t going to make it any worse.”

Kaden blinked at her explanation of the sianach. It was about all he could do. That was definitely different. No fucking clue what it meant but, sure. “Yeah, maybe avoid those next time.” His teeth grit together as he tried to push away the strange strain he felt when talking to her. He couldn’t place what that feeling was but maybe it was just him trying to ignore the constant buzzing senses he felt being around a werewolf. He had to focus on the task at hand and that was a hedgehound. “Keep that ready if it gets too close,” he told her, nodding to the lighter she had. Machete in one hand, lighter of his own ready to go in the other, he pulled the door open and charged out. It was shambling, hardly a threat, until he ran over towards it and then it wailed an angry hollow sound and came towards him. Kaden took the machete and sliced the head shaped mess clean off. That gone, he set the body on fire, holding the lighter up to it. His brow furrowed when he heard something to his left. One look and it was clear he fucked up. Shit. That was right. Next to him now was a second hedge hound growing from the head of the first. And it was even angrier. “Putain,” he muttered to himself. “Gas! Oil! Anything!” hee shouted to her back inside.

If there hadn’t been a pit of nerves beginning to form in her stomach, she would have found his blinking at her as if she had five heads amusing, but as it was Ariana nodded along. “It’s not like I sought it out. I had to turn the water off to repair someone’s faucet and it came out of the woodwork, but sure.” Her tone came out a little sharper than she had meant for it to. They were moving on from that quickly though seeing as there was a violent plant monster in her backyard. She gave a curt nod and had her lighter ready. “Aye, aye, captain.” If she wasn’t a little nervous about the situation, she would have laughed at her own Spongebob reference. She followed as he charged out into the yard and was bewildered at the eerie hollow sound it made. Kaden had taken the thing’s head clean off and she was shocked at how easy that was. That was until the head started to regrow a body. “What the fuck!” He yelled for her to get gas or oil and she quickly bolted over to the grill to grab the gas tank. With ease, she picked it up and ran it over to him, slowly stepping back as he took it from her. Being a hedgehound’s snack was not exactly her idea of a good time.

Kaden scrambled away from the beasts. He can’t believe he fucked up quite this spectatualry. Shit. Maybe he could blame it on being distracted. No, probably not. Shit. How could he forget? Thankfully she was back with the whole gas tank pretty fucking quick. He squinted a moment at the sight of a teenage girl easily carrying it across the way at first. Then he remembered what she was. As if he needed confirmation. Didn’t fucking matter right now anyway. He took it from her with a quick nod and turned the nozzle and aimed it towards the creatures. He fuckign hoped it was enough and not too much. ‘Run!” he shouted at her and pointed back inside. He couldn’t tell how bad this could be, but they were going to find out. He grabbed a match, struck it, lit it, and tossed it, booking it back to the house. A wave of flames went up and torched the hedge hounds with them. And a whole lot of the rest of the foliage in the backyard, too.

Ariana was quick to race back into the house at Kaden’s order. She assumed it was about get pretty fiery pretty quick and she didn’t need to become a barbequed wolf. As he got the gas on the tank going and struck it, she watched anxiously as he ran back into the house. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding once he was back inside the house. Even if she was pretty sure he was a hunter, she’d rather not see him get roasted in her backyard. He had been nice enough to help get rid of the hedgehound that was trying to chase her after all. She watched in awe as flames began to engulf the hedgehound and most other foliage in her yard. “Well, shit,” she said, still in shock with her eyes wide, “Should it be good now then? I mean, once the flames kind of die out?”

Kaden stood bent over with his hands on his knees a moment. That was a fucking stupid move. All of it. He should have known better. “You alright?” he asked without thinking much of it. Funny, he’d almost forgotten. But if he paid attention, it was still there, that nagging sense that she was different. “Yeah, they should be gone now. Once the flames are gone.” He stood up straight and brushed himself off, started gathering his weapons so he could get the hell out of there. “If you see any come back, just light them on fire. The spores are notoriously hard to get rid of.” He couldn’t figure out why he was helping a werewolf, possibly a family of them, or why he cared. No, he knew. It was still a monster that was in her backyard. And he killed those no matter whose backyard it was. “Just make sure not to cut it, alright. It, uh, it multiples. Clearly.”

Ariana nodded still captivated by the flames that were taking over her backyard. Man, she was going to miss the flowers she’d just planted out there, but it was better than having a hedgehound probably. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She turned her attention back to him and listened closely to his instructions in case the thing returned. God, she hoped she didn’t have to deal with one of these things again. She took note to watch out for the spores and to burn them away. As she shook her head, she let out a small laugh, “Right, don’t try chopping it again. Burn it with fire. I think I got it.” Still, the question lingered in the back of her mind and she had to ask. There was a chance he already knew what she was and if he did, what the hell did it hurt? Clearly, he was in the know of the supernatural. She nervously ran a hand through her hair and looked down at the ground. “Do you mind if I ask you something? Are you a- how do you know about all this stuff?”

“Uh, well...” Kaden tensed as she asked the inevitable question; how he knew about the supernatural. It came down to two options, lie or tell the truth. Usually he lied, it was easy enough and that’s what most people wanted to hear. But she knew Blanche. Who likely didn’t know she was a werewolf if she sent him over. Still, she wasn’t likely to keep his secret long either way. Was it even worth skirting around the truth? But do you really announce to your prey that you plan to hunt them. Then again, most prey already knew who the predator was instinctively. And what if she spread that knowledge around about what he was? Shit, it should be a simple question. Yet he stood there blinking at her for far too long weighing it over. “I, uh, grew up knowing about it,” he finally told her. Not a lie. And if she already knew or suspected, she’d put the pieces together.

Ariana shifted nervously. It was obvious that her suspicion was true. Most people didn’t just grow up around the supernatural. Celeste didn’t indulge much on growing up with hunter parents, but she could connect the dots well enough. “Grew up knowing about it? Sounds a lot like my sister… well, I guess technically speaking guardian. She’s been taking care of me since I was 3… which you didn’t need to know.” Her hands fell awkwardly to her sides and she suddenly couldn’t remember what she normally did with them to begin with. Celeste’s voice was in her head reminding her to breathe. God, she wished Celeste had just answered her damn phone. “So, you’re a hunter too then. I mean, I’m not- Celeste is. You probably- I mean, Fuck, I don’t know. Uhm, thanks for helping with the hedgehound?” She forced a smile that she knew was nowhere near convincing and probably matched her shaky tone perfectly.

Kaden went back to packing up his shit. He was nearly done and ready to get out of there when she kept prattling on, reminding him more and more of a less obnoxious Blanche by the second, which was a thought he couldn’t properly resolve while he kept feeling like there was an itch under his skin he couldn’t scratch. His head shot up when she said the word “hunter.” Sure, that made sense, of course she knew. She was a werewolf and he wasn't subtle. “Your sister’s a hunter?” He shook his head in disbelief. He just couldn’t wrap his head around that. It was too strange. Uh, but yeah. I am.” His jaw clenched just thinking about it again, the whole scenario. How and why could a hunter willingly live with a werewolf? Even as a slayer or warden, it made no sense. “I trust she keeps you inside during the full moon.” The look on his face suggested she shouldn’t push him to fill in the blanks. They were done here. “But no problem. I never mind taking care of monsters.”

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Seven: Dogs ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

“So...do you know any Nightwalkers besides vampires?”

Sipping some strange fruity drink she got him, Sasuke gives Hinata a glance. It’s the day after her perilous trip (which was technically a kidnapping) to see the vampiric Senator, Uchiha Madara...the leader of Sasuke’s coven, and one of Japan’s most powerful people, human or otherwise. Funny...during all their time talking, this particular subject has never come up. “...why do you ask?”

“Well...Madara said something about an associate of yours…? And that they - they might know another witch.”

That earns a pause. “...well, as for the latter part, I have no idea,” Sasuke admits. “This is news to me...must be something he’s been working on in the background while you and I have had...other things to worry about.” In all honesty, he hadn’t really considered that aspect, being too wrapped up in Hinata’s fate the night before to think about it. “If he does know about another witch...well, that’ll open a whole new can of worms. This one might not be friendly...or might be stronger than you.”

“Do you think...that’s what he had in mind about training me?”

“No clue. I’ll talk to Itachi once I head back, see if he knows anything. As for the rest of your question…” He rubs at his chin, feeling a hint of stubble. He’s been so distracted by the past several days’ business, he hasn’t had a chance to shave. A mental note is made to tend to that when he gets home. “Depends on what you mean by ‘know’. I encounter other Nightwalkers all the time when I’m working. But as for those I know to any real degree...a few. There’s the harpy hybrid I’ve told you about: the one Madara keeps around as an aerial spy.”

“Yes...I remember. The one he…‘collected’.”

“...yeah. She and I don’t get to talk much, but she’s nice enough. As for others...there’s a werefox named Naruto I know. Real pain in my neck...he’s always doing something stupid.”

“A werefox…?”

“Mhm. They’re where the legends of kitsune come from,” Sasuke elaborates. “Technically he’s only a halfblood. His mother was a fox, and his father human.”

“Really?!”

“Mhm. It’s rare, but it happens. Thing is...you can’t ever let it slip. You can have human friends, partners, even family...but they can’t know what you are. If they find out...the mandates take precedence.”

A sinking knowing settles in Hinata’s gut. “...did...did someone find out…?”

Sasuke sighs. “...yeah. The thing about baby Nightwalkers is that they don’t really have any control over their Shifting abilities. So not long after he was born...Naruto turned into a fox kit. Story goes that his father was surprised, but not afraid. But within the night...Enforcers were sent out. Both parents were eliminated.”

Hands lift to hide Hinata’s face, horrified eyes staring over her fingers. “...no���! How did they know?”

The Uchiha nods grimly. “I don’t know...but it meant a tough life for Naruto. He was passed around a few people until his running away deemed him fit enough to survive on his own. He wandered the streets and took to some...less than legal habits. Foxes are sly, and he often gambles with humans. His senses are keener, so he almost always wins. I dunno how many times he’s gotten this close to being exposed and eliminated.

“He and I were friends growing up, believe it or not. So I do my best to bail him out when I can.”

“...wow...poor guy…”

“He’s doing all right. Last I heard he was trying to work his way up into ranks within the werefox community. I think he has a fool’s dream of easing up the mandates so no other halfbloods face what he faced. But...they’ve been in place for centuries. I doubt there’s much changing them now. But at least it gives him something to strive for.”

Hinata considers him. “...other things have been in place for centuries, but you seem determined to change them,” is her soft counterpoint.

“...my methods are just as difficult, and a lot more dangerous...but a life is easier to end than a law in our world.”

A thoughtful silence falls.

“...anyone else?”

“...yeah, actually. I know a werewolf.”

“Really? I thought vampires and werewolves hated each other?”

That earns a snort. “That’s grossly exaggerated. Wolves ‘hate’ us because we smell like blood, and their noses are so sensitive. And we ‘hate’ them because they’re typically more...brash and blunt. Vampires have a thing for cordiality and manners. We both have hierarchies, but they work in vastly different ways.

“Anyway...this wolf got wrapped up by accident. See, he grew up with one of our own named Obito. They got into a serious scrap with some Hunters when they were young, and Kakashi - the wolf - saved Obito’s life. It cost him an eye, and Obito suffered some wounds he’s still got scars from, but...they made it out alive. As thanks, Madara’s kept tabs on him. He’s not officially an Enforcer yet, but it’s just a matter of time. It’s rather unusual for Senators to ‘hire’ Enforcers outside their specie...but each have their advantage. Kakashi’s got a nose even keener than ours, just like the harpy’s got her wings: they’re useful on occasion for Madara.”

“...he really is a jerk, using people like that,” Hinata mumbles, making Sasuke give a short, barking laugh.

“Yeah, well...that’s just how it is, I’m afraid.”

“So...are werewolves just...wolves? Or can they be dogs?”

Sasuke brightens a bit, impressed at her reasoning. “They can be, yeah. See...bestial lines can vary a lot. Like how a mermallian can be any specie of large fish or sea mammal. Or a harpy can be any specie of bird. Same goes for werebeasts. There’s different ursines, canines, felines...on and on.”

Hinata mulls that over for a moment before giggling.

“...what?”

“I...want to see a were-chihuahua.”

Sasuke actually chokes on a laugh, doubling over slightly.

“Wouldn’t that be f-funny?! Or, or! A were-poodle!”

“I don’t know if...if that’s how that works,” Sasuke manages to reply between attempts to stifle laughter.

“Aw, really? But I want to see one!”

“Well...maybe someday. But I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Hinata actually pouts, looking genuinely disappointed. “...you know...I think I might have known a werewolf when I was young.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Maybe...there was a boy I went to school with, his name was Kiba. He was...very enamored with dogs. He knew everything about them! He even snuck his puppy to school more than once, he hid it in his coat...the teacher got so mad…”

“Well...I don’t know if that means he was a werewolf, but...maybe.”

“He could befriend any dog! Even if it was angry and barking, it was like they just...knew.”

“...huh. Guess I can’t know for sure. Remember his last name?”

“Inu, something...Inuzuka?”

“Maybe I can found out. Given your proclivity for seeing our kind, maybe he was.”

“Do Nightwalkers go to human schools?”

“Most of the time, yeah. But typically only once they’re old enough to understand they cannot, under any circumstance, Shift in front of human classmates. Most are kept under the guise of a home schooled education until then, or given false alibis about moving from other schools.”

“I suppose that makes sense. It makes me w-wonder how many I knew, and just...never realized. I can see a bit more than humans, but...well, if they have to be so careful, maybe I just never saw them.”

“It’s pretty likely. And a good thing you didn’t - it might’ve gone poorly for them if you had.”

Knowing what that means, Hinata goes quiet at the implication.

In the ensuing silence, Sasuke finishes his drink. He actually enjoyed it, being more sour than sweet. Sweet things just...never sit well with him. “...well, got any more questions? Or should I call it a night?” While he still has quite a few hours ahead of him, Hinata can only stay up so late given her human university schedule.

“Hm...not for now,” she admits. “I feel like there’s still s-so much I have left to learn about people like you.”

“It’s a lot to know. Especially if you didn’t grow up living it.”

“Well...I’ll just have to keep asking questions, then,” she replies with a small smile.

Sasuke does the same...but then loses the expression. He’s loathe to ask, but… “So...when do you want to give Madara your answer?”

As expected, Hinata wilts a bit. “...in a few more days, I think. I know in the end I can’t avoid it, but...I’d still like to wait, just a little.”

“I understand. If you need anything, just text.”

“I will. Thanks for coming to see me. It...helps.”

“Any time. And thanks for the...what was this again?”

“Limeade!”

“Lime...ade?”

“Mhm. Like lemonade, but with lime!”

“...huh. I liked it.”

“Good! I’ll get you another one next time.”

Next time...he’s always comforted by that. “...sounds good. Get back safe, all right?” Without the threat of Madara looming - and in fact, with what’s likely his protection given his investment in Hinata - Sasuke doesn’t feel nearly so fearful to let her return alone.

“I will. And...you too, Sasuke.”

...she still hasn’t brought back the honorifics. “Yeah. Will do.”

                                                          .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to days 35, 44, 52, 80, 82, 105, 115, 133, 159, 162, 188, 193, 289, and 298!)       More of the Nightwalkers crossover! Something a bit more lighthearted than the last several in this mini series :'D i figured Hinata's been through enough: we needed something to distract her a bit. Of course...there's no avoiding it in the long run, but she seems pretty calm.      Otherwise...not too much to say about this one? But it's late and I need some sleep, so...I'll call it there! Thanks for reading~

[agreateryesterday]

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(Last updated Jan 20, 2020) 24 chapters

Sam walks out after a fight with John, only to encounter an aggressive group of alphas. After he beats them soundly in a fight, they turn the tables and force him through a barbaric "bitching" ritual to turn him omega. John and Dean must now find a way to get Sam to behave like a "proper" omega, under the threat that Sam could be taken away, publicly humiliated and/or assigned to some other alpha. Sam resists, because he's still the same competent hunter he always was and he doesn't see why he should be treated differently. It all comes down to a painful-drawn out battle of wills between John and Sam against a ticking clock that will bring ramifications none of them expect. The Winchester family dynamics will have to shatter and be rebuilt from the ground up if the three of them are to come through this crisis intact.

And My Baby Makes... by DWImpala67

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Written for Spnkinkmeme bingo 2020 Nothing, just Sam and Dean having passionate sex...only Dean gets overboard with the idea of finally getting to breed Sam.

Mated and Matched by Brokenlittleboy

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Sam and Dean are forced to mate due to a sex spell during a hunt. Things are not pretty after Mary finds out and discovers Sam is pregnant.

The Beginning of a Golden Age by Kissmewinchester

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Sam wants to go to college, like the mundanes do, before settling down, but John, who’s Pack Alpha, doesn’t approve. These are the chain of events that folllow.

Born Omega by Writelikethat

*Finished* 16 Chapters

In a world with Alphas, Omegas and Betas, people live their lives connected to a pack. But every once in a while, an omega will be born to human parents and when the time comes the Omega will be in search of a pack. Everyone wants to take in the Born omega with a pure line to their roots, and this time is no different. Sam has grown up, unaware of what his status means to those around him. Dean is a grown up Alpha with a good life, but with a limited future because of his unmated status. The new omega is stirring with Dean's set view of his life.

Make a Good Omega Out of You by Multishippinglover

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Prompt: That last Omega!verse prompt inspired me. May I request an AU of the AU that last Anon set up where instead of escaping to Stanford Sam was mated to Dean before he could get away and like a good Omega Sam follows him on hunting trips when John goes missing. But one day Sam finally snaps and yells and scratches and all that and Dean decides it's time to give him an educational night on how Omegas should be; Sam can't fight back well because John belived Omegas shouldn't hunt and never taught him.

That's My Omega by Jld71

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Sam has always known he was Dean’s omega and his mate. It just seemed that Dean didn’t feel the same way about him. That was until another alpha showed interest in him.

Sam's Inner Omega by TammyRenH

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There are two sides to every Omega; the side that wants to be cuddled and pampered. And the side that wants to be pinned down and fucked roughly like a bitch in heat.

Soul Searching by kansaskissedlips

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It's taken a long time to manifest, but Sam discovers that he's an omega at the most inconvenient of times.

How An Omega Should Be by multishippinglover

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dark wincest with omega!sam being forcibly mated to alpha!dean by traditionalist alpha!john (with dean in full agreement) but sam escapes to stanford But, dean manages to find him and he's not too happy so he shows sam how an omega is 'supposed' to be by noncon knotting and reclaiming and that's the real reason sam leaves with dean to go hunting again

Joy Taken, Gifts Given by Katlover98

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After Dean comes back from Purgatory he is never not pissed off at his mate, Sam. Sam had abandoned him to go play house with a Beta. What Dean doesn't know is that Sam is keeping a secret from him and it could be that Sam has suffered more than Dean knows while he was stuck in Purgatory.

Odd One Out by hunter_king

*Finished* 6 chapters

Dean cares about Sam. He cares about him a lot. And John is worried that Dean cares for Sam a little too much.

First Heat by hunter_king

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When Sam presented as an Omega on his 13th birthday, his father quickly put him on suppressants. Now, at the ripe age of 35, Sam experiences his first heat.

The Claiming by TammyRenH

*Finished* 8 chapters

When Sam saves Dean rather than killing Michael, the hunters from the tear decide that he no longer deserves to be a leader, or an Alpha. Through magical means, two of the others painfully change Sam from an Alpha to an Omega. There is a claiming competition where several Alphas fight for the right to claim Sam, but at the last moment Dean (and Baby) come in and save the day - but he still has to claim Sam, or someone else will.

Incognito by deanandsam (J2 fic)

*Finished* 17 chapters

Jensen is a rich TV producer, who's no longer happy with his lifestyle . He's also an Alpha in search of his mate.

Somethin’ Like Soulmates by Chuchiwan

*Finished* 60 chapters

Sam is an Omega who is the furthest thing from the “typical omega” concept. He’s tall, muscular, and has trained himself to not be submissive. He has been living as beta for so long, hiding his true nature, that he has isolated himself from forming any form of relationship. Dean has been trying to stay afloat for years. But a shattered family past has left him numb to the idea that someone might actually like him or that it’s okay for him to like someone. Something like fate keeps pushing these two together and it starts to become clear that they just might be meant for each other.

At Dawn A New Sun Rises by rhyaenv

*Finished* 3 chapters

Since he presented as an alpha at fourteen, Sam’s always felt a disconnect with his dynamic. He’s kept it a secret from most, along with a few other things—especially from Dean. One night Sam wakes up alone in an alley with no idea how he got there, only to discover the following day that he’s not an alpha anymore—he’s an omega. Now everything Sam’s tried to keep hidden slowly starts to unravel.

Be A Good Omega by multishippinglover

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AU where alpha dean is a demon and one day he blindfolds 18yo omega sam and knots him while mary and john try to stop him he uses his demon powers to prevent them from moving

Heat of the Moment by lotrspnfangirl

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Sam sets out to prove his father and brother wrong. He’s not some knot slut, unable to control himself simply because he’s in heat. He’s in complete control. At least, until it comes to his brother.

Lien on my soul by cillasstuff

*Finished* 8 chapters

Sam watched his dream of Dean becoming his Omega die at the hands of Metatron, or so he thought. The MoC allowed his brother to be returned, but it wasn’t Sam’s Dean who came back from the dead. In his brother’s body was a demon who took what he wanted and he wanted Sam…

Love Me Please by addictiontofiction

*Finished* 8 chapters

Sammy loves and hates school. He loves to learn, but hates his classmates. It's just like Sammy loves and hates Dean. Dean is the most oblivious Alpha he's ever met. Maybe he's oblivious because they've just been so close for this long, but Dean never seems to scent Sam's distress or need- at least it doesn't look like it. And Sammy doesn't understand, all he knows is he wants Dean to love him the way he loves Dean.

Damn Witches by wonderussam

*Finished* 2 chapters

After a hunt, Sam starts to go into heat after touching a cursed object. Dean helps.

House of Wolves by gothpandaotaku

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Dean never imagined that the puppy he found when he was four would turn out to be a werewolf, or his mate.

Everything Always Falls Apart by sp00kyskeletons (TRIGGER WARNING)

*Finished* 4 chapters

“I miss the time it was you, Dad and me. Where we were all happy, where I wasn’t pushed out, where you paid attention to me, where you would actually sit down and talk. Not just ignore me and focus on Cas.” Sam said to himself, having no idea if Dean heard it. Walking into his bedroom he slammed the door, locking it, before sinking down to his knees, not even trying to mask the sobs that left his mouth. Maybe soon it would be his time to hit the vein and bleed to death behind his locked door, or swallow the pills in the bathroom and just die. No more suffering, no more pain. He would be dead, finally. All Sam was, was an emotional wreck.

Beautiful ... in a way a forest fire is beautiful by Sanshal

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Dean goes to get Sam at Stanford and is surprised to find out that his alpha brother is now an omega... and has a pup. Unfortunately, tragedy strikes the Winchester family again and now Dean's got two dependents in tow and he still doesn't know where his dad is. He could marry Sam off or claim him for himself, but he can't stay unmated - taking an unmated omega on the road is asking for trouble. And worst of all, his little brother is now everything he never let himself fantasize about when they were growing up.

Just Submit by orphan_account

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The cure failed; Dean is a demon for good. Sam can't bring himself to kill him, not now that Dean has gotten him pregnant. Now all Dean wants is submission - can Sam bring himself to submit to this new version of his brother?

I Like The Disease by multishippinglover

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Based loosely during the scene when Dean was after Sam in the Bunker during Soul Survivor after I had seen the promo for the episode, and with a/o/b added to the mix.

Fields Of Jasmine by BruisedBloodyBroken

*Finished* 37 Chapters

Dean is an ex-hunter, working as a mechanic on the salvage of his surrogate-father Robert Singer, from Monday to Friday, 9-5, sometimes overtime. He quit hunting after a severe injury to his right calf and hip. He built a small house behind Bobby's where he's living. One day, a young man runs in front of his car, who's chased by a vampire. Something that will irrevocably change his life forever.

Never Too Late by Amanda_Yates

*Finished* 10 chapters

Dean Winchester is forced into an arranged marriage to Sam Campbell by his family, two years down the road Dean is still stubborn about not claiming his mate and living completely separate lives as he wants nothing to do with Sam. Right when Sam is finally giving up on him Dean finds himself intrigued for the first time and let’s hope he’s not too late to grab onto Sam before he bails.

Heart of Darkness by Lodovicus

(Last updated Aug 21, 2015) 8 chapters

Dean Winchester has just come back from hell. Something isn't quite right, Dean is scared, but Sam is trying to stay strong for the both of them while keeping his demon blood habit hidden from Dean. Story diverges from the shows plot right from the beginning of Season 4.

Equals by multishippinglover

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Omega!Sam getting hit on by an alpha while Alpha!Dean is away for a moment. The alpha hitting Sam when he ignores him.

Mate (Part 1)

Voice (Part 2)

Heat (Part 3) by multishippinglover

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omega!sam and alpha!dean who leave in a society where omegas have become more and more controlled and they have a law that says that an omega above certain age can't be mateless, and well sammy is older and the want to force sam to mate a stranger, and the only way to prevent it is that dean mates him first, even though sam doesn't want a mate, and dean feels guilty because he always wanted sam

how their dinamics would change

sam experiencing his first heat

My Omega (part 1)

Fill and Breed (part 2) by multishippinglover

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alpha!demon dean and omega!angel sam and how dean has been trying to corrupt sam for centuries now but sam wants to remain pure, until one day he finds sam and giving him a little of his blood induces sam into heat and sam can't help wanting dean?

more alpha!demon Dean and omega!angel Sam

Help From Alpha by multishippinglover

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Alpha/Omega Sam and Dean mpreg

Sticks and Stones by itsoundslikeabadjoke

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Dean was an incredible mate, always near, loving and protectful, beautiful and amazingly attentive to Sam’s needs. In the deepest part of the younger brother’s heats, Dean would force him to slow down and enjoy what was being given to him. Which is why Sam was so confused when, nearing the end of one of his heats, Dean decided to listen to his pleas and take him as he wanted to be.

Beauty Of The Beast by Cozy_coffee

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The Lycan Vessel by DevilsDontFlyButJustYouWatchMeTry (KissMyAssButt67)

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In which Dean and Sam are werewolves. Dean is the alpha who doesn't want to hurt his brother, Sammy is the boy who just wants Dean. They're in love, John's still an ass. Dean would never hurt Sammy, and Sammy causes trouble as per usual.

Orion by hellhoundsprey

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(From Sam’s pov) You are supposed to stay pure. (Sam is 17. Dean is 21.)

The Wolf You Feed

The Wolf You Choose by orphan_account

*Finished* 2 chapters, 2 chapters

Sam and Dean are expert hunters, in their own way. So of course they know everything about werewolves, about their weaknesses and the best way to send them to Purgatory. Dean knew not to get bit. He didn't know of the possessive hunger that came with getting bitten.

It's been a week since Sam presented as an Omega, after Dean had bit his ass, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. The sex was great. The constant submission? Not so much. And now they were back to hunting and Sam was confused, because his body was feeling unnaturally hot...

When the Sun Came Up (You Were Looking at Me) by orphan_account

*Finished* 3 chapters

Azazel isn't a demon, the Winchesters don't hunt, and when Sam is taken to Cold Oak, he's turned into an omega. Dean is his alpha.

To Have Worth by darkroses

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Dean claims Sam from a young age to be his omega. Sam wasn't sure how he felt about that. His feelings changed with time. All he wanted was to be worth something. No matter what Sam offered, he could never have what he was searching for.

Missing Piece by orphan_account

*Finished* 10 chapters

The one in which Dean and Sam (unrelated) happen to be true mates and a lot of teasing and chaos happens.

The Claiming

And nothing else matters by waywardelle

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At age 32, Sam Winchester presents as an Omega. No one is more surprised than Dean, the Alpha who's been pining over his little brother all his life.

Dean inexplicably pushes Sam away when their mother returns to their lives. After she leaves, Dean stays away anyway. Sam wants to kill Dean for ignoring the fact that they're fuckin' mated, but the omega in him tells him to be patient. So, he waits. And he misses his Alpha like crazy.

Just As He Thought by Dragoneyedgirl990

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Dean Winchester was 18 years old and has long since proudly presented as an Alpha much to his fathers relief. John would never admit it but he had been worried for a little while that his oldest son would be an Omega, with his pretty looks and willingness to obey. He had no doubts that his younger son would present as an Alpha as well, Sam was hard headed and fought his father every step of the way. Definitely an Alpha.

The Sheriff's Son Sam by Wonchostors (orphan_account)

(Last updated Sep 16, 2015) 1 chapter

Dean Singer is Sioux Falls' resident troublemaker, and the biggest thorn in Sheriff John Winchester's side. He causes trouble and wreaks havoc just for the fun of it, and always gets away with it. But that all changes when Dean meets Sam Winchester, a sweet omega that turns out to be John's eldest son. But by time Dean figures out exactly who Sam is, the two have already fallen in love. John wants nothing to do with Dean, and he wants him as far away from his son as possible. But Dean will do anything to stay with Sam. . . and their unborn child.

Fever Heat by bloodandcream

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Maybe Dean was an early bloomer or maybe Sam was just a late bloomer. But the kid was thirteen and he still hadn’t popped his knot. Dean had been eleven when he had presented as an alpha. Dad had given him a box of condoms, a slap on the back and an ‘atta boy’. The extent of “The Talk” that he’d gotten was a shrug and a ‘you’ll figure it out’.

What A Time to Have a Baby by littlefirefly31

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Sam is pregnant when he is trying to cure demon Dean and he goes into labor

My Baby Brother by raviolisinspace

(Last updated Nov 21, 2015) 24 chapters

This story takes place in a world where the supernatural is unknown to the Winchesters. John was said to be cursed by a witch after getting into trouble with the wrong people when he was younger. The witch cased a curse which ensured John's first born child to be a werewolf, and a possessive one at that. This story follows the Winchester's lives through new dangers and newly discovered truths that emerge along the way.

What Part of Forever by AnnaNocturnal

*Finished* 5 chapters

Sam is an Alpha, like the rest of his—maybe dysfunctional—pack, until he’s kidnapped and turned into an omega as revenge for the vampire Luther’s death. After rescue, Sam is overwhelmed, his nerves chafed by his now smothering and over-protective pack. His mind is already bucking against his changing body and new instincts, but then the other shoe drops—Dean is Sam’s true fated mate. Sam bolts, taking off in the night, and ends up stuck in a backward town where omegas—particularly males—are treated as property, awarded to the last Alpha standing in a grand public spectacle of won dominance. Dean manages to find Sam in time to save him, but at what cost?

About Damn Time by orphan_account

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Sam forgets his suppressants and goes into heat unexpectedly. Dean's there to help.

It's New to Me by littlefirefly31

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All of Sam life he thought he was a beta as he never presented as an Alpha like Dean or Omega. Years later as Soulless Sam something triggers it after the goddess of truth "Veritas" case, it could be because Cas did that Body Cavity Search it trigger his dormant Omega gene. Anyways Soulless Sam is not suppose to feel anything. But his logical processing brain is failing him he does not understand what is happening to him, so for the first time he panics! Cue Dean who is trying not to care, but its just in grain in him when he sees his little brother hurting- he has to fix it...and then Sam full on omega scent hits him....

Calling It True Love by Rebldomakr

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Sam couldn't say he hated being an Omega. He hated how feminine his body looked compared to his brother, hated how he was so short because 'Omegas typically do not grow during their first years of maturity'. But, he loved the attention his brother dumped on him like water and how his father stopped complaining when he wanted to coil around Dean. He hated how he got tired of school because of the Omega-special classes were too easy, so easy he just pleaded to stop being registered. He loved being able to spend all the time he wanted at the library, reading whatever he wanted and being able to learn at whatever speed he wanted. Then he's suddenly fourteen, and his first heat hits.

Collar Control by Sanshal

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For years Alpha-aggression has been controlled electronically... but when the power grid controlling the alpha-aggression control collars fails; Sam must decide how to deal with Dean- his alpha.

Sweat by kittenofdoomage

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“What’s wrong?” “It’s just… something’s off.”

Not How I Wanted by AnnaNocturnal

*Finished* 2 chapters

Sam never wanted to be mated to his brother. He loves him, sure. Admires him, of course. But he never imagined taking his brother's knot. Until Sam forgot to take his suppressants. Now, in the throes of brutal heat, he finds himself begging for it, for Dean to mate him. Will Sam accept Dean as his Alpha when the heat subsides?

Without You [I Live Without Love] by non_tiembo_mala

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Sam Wesson has been successfully hiding his Omega status his entire life, thanks in part to his uncharacteristically large and muscled Alpha-like body. But he isn't Alpha, or Beta, no matter how much he tries to blend in, and he's never found anywhere he belongs. Dean Smith is the quintessential Alpha. He's smart, fierce, works hard, and has never encountered trouble when he has an itch that needs scratching. But more and more he finds himself longing for that rare connection only found between True Mates. Just when he's ready to give up hope on the dream of finding his, life throws him Sam Wesson.

The Smell of Fear by AnnaNocturnal

*Finished* 3 chapters

All Alphas are collared, tracked and controlled by the government as part of the Collar Initiative, a set of laws put into place in the 1960s. They temper an Alpha's wild nature, protecting omegas from their more violent counterparts. That is, until the power grid fails one day. Sam watches the chaos on the news, and it's a moment before Dean enters his mind. When he looks toward the bed his brother was lounging on, he's gone, the sight of the Alpha's abandoned collar sending chills down Sam's spine. The omega considers running, but when he turns he finds himself face-to-face with Dean, no collar between them.

Bring You Back by littlefirefly31

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Sam resolves himself to do the one thing he knows will make demon!dean jealous enough to come back to him.

Been Here All Along by orphan_account

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Sam is a late bloomer. Traditionally, omegas found their partner and went through their first heat by sixteen. Sam is about to turn eighteen, and he hasn’t even let out a whiff of heat. He’s never been interested in any of his suitors, either. And Sam has had plenty. Dean can’t help but be pleased as punch about the whole situation.

Bitten by MsImpala67

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Sam hates being an Omega. He absolutely does not need anyone the way Omegas need their Alphas. He can make do with his fingers or toys when he has heats, and that's that. But it's not good enough. It's never good enough. Just when Sam thinks he'll die from it all, Dean changes everything.

Pathetic by femmefatales

*Finished* 3 chapters

Sam has been hiding the fact that he's an omega from Dean for almost 5 years now. What happens when he slips up and goes into heat in the middle of a case?

Homecoming by HazelDomain

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Dean battles his way out of purgatory to find his omega shacked up with some beta woman. He is not pleased.

Tempting Sin by blackrose_17

*Finished* 5 chapters

Dean Winchester rules New York City underground and always gets what he wants so when he lays eyes on the newest dancer at his club a sweet little omega named Sam Campbell he knows that Sam is meant to be his and nothing and no one will stop him from claiming his omega. Sam never had much luck in love, his one and only boyfriend used him and then dumped him like trash so when Dean starts to court him Sam surprises everyone when he's the one who seduces the playboy alpha.

Americana Exotica by Little_Winchester

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Dean loved Sam, he really did. He loved everything about him, from his mile-long legs to his slender waist to his fox-slanted eyes which darkened gorgeously every time Dean touched him, be it an arm slung around his shoulders or a hand creeping up his thigh. The one thing that turned Dean’s head upside-down and made his stomach turn was the way Sam teased him.

Coffee and Balsam and Leather-bound Books by AutumnSwitch

*Finished* 4 chapters

Sam makes it home for Christmas, but something is not right. When Dean finds out why his brother's scent is unfamiliar, he is determined to make it all better with sex, love, and gingerbread.

Soaked by castielsstarr

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There were a few things Sam hated about being an omega. One was the way people treated him like he was a fragile thing and would break. Two was when people talked about him like he wasn’t in the room. And three was when he would start leaking slick for no reason.

Taking Care- Double Dragons by Boogermeister

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Dragon siblings Sam and Dean receive a letter from a friend about something but the older brother doesn't want to go and instead kills some time with him through some intimate persuasion.

Just Them

The Green Room by compo67

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The condom broke the last time (alpha!)Dean was in heat. But they figured Sam was young, so maybe their chances weren't that high of getting him pregnant. Wrong. And it would be wrong now to think they could do this again without anything happening.

Pregnant with triplets and the parent of a nine month old, Sam is given the chance to nest in a house, not a hotel room on the road. This is the start of a new direction for the Winchesters; one change happens after another and life moves fast. But through it all, Dean sees to it that Sam has everything he needs and more.

And They Call It Honeymoon by hellhoundsprey

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How about some alpha!Dean Smith taking care of his sweet, precious omega!Sam Wesson. Possibly during office hours on Smith's desk with Wesson wearing a pretty pink chastity belt because Sam is his and no one else's.

Post: Part 1

[bionicdragonguardian1]

Recluse Vampire Izuku

Inspired by @25coriandah‘s little bit of art (which does actually happen in this part, yay!!) where Izu finds Wolf Pup Kacchan and has no clue how Werewolves work, and every book is wrong.

If you think I’m making Supernatural references

One; I almost definitely am

Two; I am very aware of it

Three; I’m not only drawing from SPN for both Izuku/Kacchan when it comes to their weaknesses/strengths/powers/etc

Four; remember that one plot line that ended up making all of us SOB because someone we loved died? Yeah, remember that. I shamelessly hint at it for a future part.

If you think I’m mischaracterizing anyone please tell me

But I can tell you I’m plugging some headcanons and such in here

@thepinkjinx, here ya go!!

If anyone else wants to end up on a notif list, lemme know

Part Two

Izuku took off back to his home, pushing the unlocked door open with his back, then nudging it closed with his foot. Gently placing the blonde on his couch.

Izuku felt his fangs dig into his lower lip. Drawing some of his own barely flowing blood to the surface. Hissing at the jolt of pain he licked his lower lip, to speed up the healing.

What was he thinking?! He couldn’t care for someone, much less a child! And that completely ignored the fact that he was a werewolf. Smooth Izuku, smooth.

The blonde boy groaned, curling in on himself, the blood-red eyes found Izuku’s green ones. Distrust clear in them, along with confusion as to where he was.

“Hey…” Izuku tried, edging closer to the young wolf. He was about three feet away when there was a distinct, and quite loud actually, growl coming from him. Izuku didn’t push it.

The growl only went away when Izuku took two steps back.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Izuku told the boy. “I found you in my woods.”

Red eyes looked thoroughly unconvinced, glaring at Izuku as he sat up, tail coming free and curling up behind him. Showing that he was on alert.

“My name’s Izuku Midoriya, what’s yours?”

No response.

“Do you understand me?” Izuku tried, slower.

The blonde was looking at him intently, frowning then slowly nodded.

Izuku supposed it made sense, the boy- wolf, whatever- was young. Maybe werewolves weren’t well versed in human speech at such a young age?

“I’m Izuku, you?” Izuku asked.

The blonde’s lips turned into a scowl. “Speak louder, Deku, I’m Katsuki.”

Izuku didn’t think he was speaking that quietly, but again, reclusiveness for over 110 years had probably messed with that. Especially he was living in the middle of nowhere.

“My name’s Izuku!” he spoke louder, not only because the blonde had told him to, but because he was offended. “That’s not nice Katc-Kact-Kac-” he stumbled, trying to pronounce the blonde’s name the way the boy had.

“See, Deku.” the boy grouched.

“Kacchan, that’s rude.” Izuku reprimanded seeing the boy looked stunned by the nickname. Looking ready to argue. “You call me Deku, I call you Kacchan.”

Izuku had his pride and would never admit to the blonde he simply couldn’t pronounce his name.

The blonde glowered but accepted it begrudgingly.

“Will you follow me to my library?” Izuku asked, increasing his volume almost immediately when Kacchan’s face went from pouty to angry, which appeased him easily.

Kacchan sent him an unamused look. “You smell wrong.”

Izuku sighed. “I’m a vampire,” he sat down in the armchair beside the corner of the couch Kacchan was occupying. “See?” he said with a smile before pulling his upper lip to show off his fanged canines.

Kacchan looked scared now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Izuku spoke quickly but realized that Kacchan didn’t understand him when he looked ready to bolt. “I. Won’t. Hurt. You.” Izuku spoke strongly with total conviction. “I promise.”

The blonde’s tail was up on end, which Izuku hadn’t realized had gone down until it was back up. But his teeth weren’t bared and his posture seemed to relax.

“You’re a skittish little wolf.” Izuku commented.

Kacchan’s squinty gaze went to confused. “You know what I am?”

Izuku moved his hands in so-so motion. “I know what you are, only.”

Kacchan looked at him intently. “I’m not little. I’m five.” he held up his hand, and Izuku only then realized that all of Kacchan’s nails were, in fact, black claws.

Izuku smiled softly. “Well, I’m…” he paused to do the math, which was hard because Izuku wasn’t entirely sure what year it was. “About… seven-hundred, so you’re little.”

Kacchan looked both stunned and offended at Izuku’s age.

“Can we go to my library now?” Izuku asked again.

Kacchan nodded slowly, standing up and walking beside Izuku as they headed down his halls.

Izuku saw that the boy’s tail was more relaxed than it was at first but still stiff, showing that Kacchan was still on alert.

They went to the end of the hall and Izuku opened the double doors to his library.

Izuku saw Kacchan’s eyes go wide in surprise, his mouth falling open. “You stay here,” he put the boy at one of the tables in his massive library. “I need to find my books.”

He didn’t run, running tended to wreck the rugs. He’d learned that a long time ago. Though he did move quickly.

Thankfully his personal organization system was something he was well acquainted with and made the Dewey Decimal System look easy.

He didn’t have a ton of books on Werewolves, he realized as he grabbed the four books off the shelf, so he made a quick stop at his generalized Supernatural Creature books, which he had three more of, before heading back to Kacchan.

He found the boy had largely stayed put, just moving away from the table to the floor between a few of the smaller shelves.

He set his books on the table and grabbed the first one he had.

Monsters of the Moon: Werewolves  By: Trystan Greytooth

He could start here, he supposed, getting to the table of contents. Chapter 6: Weaknesses

Well, that was rather straightforward. He should know what to have the boy avoid.

He saw him grabbing something off one of the shelves but didn’t think much of it. He frowned. “Huh, according to Trystan Greytooth you’re very allergic to Silver.” which he already knew, but that meant he was going to need to get all knew forks, knives, and spoons since his were-

He flinched at the rather loud chomp and the sound of metal bending.

He looked over to Kacchan and realized that Kacchan had grabbed some of Tenya’s original Silverware, 100% silver, and completely unique to Izuku.

That sound of metal bending was Katsuki chomping on them, bending them out of shape.

While part of Izuku was screaming, he was more resigned. “Apparently not.” he muttered. Which raised so many more questions because that was something even he had been told over the centuries.

0 for 1. Uh oh.

He continued to the next one.

“You’re apparently…” Izuku looked critically at the blonde boy. “Well, that’s definitely wrong” he chuckled. Heading over to Kacchan and taking the two undamaged spoons away, and trying to get him to take one of the others out of his mouth.

The wolf pouted but seemed little more okay with it when Izuku sat on the floor next to him. “You definitely don’t look like a wolf that walks on two legs.” Then he looked to the blonde. “Is this what you look like all the time?”

Kacchan shook his head slowly. “Look like a wolf when I want, but look different on Full Moon.”

Izuku sighed. 0-2. Not promising.

He continued reading. Actually, Kacchan just confirmed the next five were wrong!

“Leave my spoons alone.” he told him sternly as he stood up and grabbed a different book.

He opened it and immediately realized it was wrong.

“Werewolves only way to create more is scratch a human during a Full Moon.” he read, then looked to the boy. “Kacchan,” the boy perked up. “is your mama like you?”

Kacchan gave a small nod, and Izuku knew instantly that this was not something he should ever bring up again.

0-3, go Kacchan.

He switched over to one of his more broad-topic books.

Chapter 21: Werewolves

Izuku barely needed to skim the first page to realize that this one was also wrong.

0-4, this is not going to go well.

Creatures of the Dark: Mary Shelley

Izuku paused. The same woman who wrote Frankenstein? He must’ve put one of her books in the wrong section. He opened it, finding that a note from Ochako in it, and Mary Shelley’s signature in it. He frowned, he didn’t quite remember reading this, so he would have to read it and reshelve it.

Zero for five, on account of my own shelving mistake.

Kacchan came back to the chair beside Izuku. “Wrong?” he asked.

Izuku sighed and nodded.

“You tell me ‘bout you, and I tell you what I know.” Kacchan offered.

Izuku wanted to hit himself with the dictionary sized book he held in his hands.

“How much do you know, Kacchan?” he asked the boy curiously.

Kacchan shrugged. “Some, not lots, sorry.”

Izuku slowly reached out to pet the boy’s spiky blonde hair, which was far softer than it appeared, and he was apparently okay with it. “It’s okay, you tell me what you know, and we can go from there.”

Kacchan nodded happily.

Izuku set the book in his hand aside but made a note of the title. Essentials of the Supernatural: Leonard Ganem. Then he pulled out his own notebook to take notes on what Kacchan told him.

“You can turn into a Wolf?” Izuku remembered him saying that.

Kacchan nodded. “Anytime I want.” Izuku nodded but watched as Kacchan frowned before pulling out the book by Tristan Greytooth. “Only look kinda like this on Full Moons.”

Izuku took note and made a sloppy and quick sketch.

“It makes me dangerous.” Kacchan mumbled.

Izuku paused his pencil just over the page. “What?”

“I… don’t remember… I’m always angry on the Full Moon.” Kacchan elaborated in the most unhelpful way.

“And that makes you dangerous?” Izuku prodded.

“I hurt anyone that’s not a Wolf.” Kacchan said stiffly.

Izuku barely kept himself from either grinding his teeth, letting his jaw hit the floor, or baring his fangs at the boy. “You can’t control it?” he asked instead.

Kacchan curled up in a ball and nodded. “Mama was mad, said we go huntin’...”

Izuku's stomach rolled. “When was that?”

Kacchan’s red eyes were zeroed in on the table. “Yesterday.”

Izuku really wanted to throw-up, a mother had left her five-year-old son alone in the woods to die, and he would’ve if Izuku hadn’t found him. It was only then that he remembered that the Full Moon was three nights ago.

“Are you hungry?” he asked the boy.

Slowly Kacchan looked at him, confused, but nodded.

Izuku gave him a bright smile. “Let’s head into town, you can eat there, and I’ll buy food for you.”

Kacchan frowned. “You have money for that?”

Izuku’s heart clenched. “Yeah, I do, don’t worry about it.”

Kacchan clearly didn’t quite believe him, but accepted it. “You don’t eat?” he asked, changing the topic.

Izuku shrugged. “It doesn’t make me sick, but it doesn’t help. I need to drink blood once a week, animals.” he clarified when he saw the boy worry.

Katsuki hopped off the chair, clearly ready to head into town.

“Hang on, Kacchan, I need to change.” Izuku told the boy as they went through the double doors.

Kacchan frowned. “Why?”

Izuku sighed. “The sun hurts my eyes, and a long time in it can burn me.”

Katsuki sighed, looking to Izuku expectantly.

“Oh, you can go back to the living room, I’ll be there soon.” Izuku told the boy.

He seemed skeptical, which now that Izuku knew his mom had abandoned him, made sense, but Izuku was sticking to it. Eventually, he huffed and turned to head back to the living room.

[wanlidas-archive]

i’ve only seen legacies,  i haven’t seen the 2(?) shows that came before it so excuse my lack of background knowledge,  but this verse  (  not necessarily tied to the show,  but any universe with schools for the supernaturals  )  is perfect for both amelia finch and tamora monroe.  hear me out:

▬▬ amelia finch,  an alpha werewolf who has worked her entire life to keep that part of herself hidden from those she sees on a daily basis.  this goes for humans and any supernatural creatures outside of her own pack.  she’s so powerful that and has trained so hard on keeping her secret that she can hide her own scent and she can’t be affected by things other supernatural creatures can be as easily.  she hid herself in plain sight,  and while a big part of that was to protect herself because she knew that playing the role of an innocent human would keep her safe against hunters,  it’s also about protecting others.  she has always worked to ensure that the students who turn into supernatural creatures are maintaining who they were before that happened,  that they’re keeping their humanity.  because she is an alpha of a pack who has gotten rid of everything that ties them to their humanity,  and that was their choice,  but it’s not these students’.  she worked hard to keep pushing them in their studies to ensure they never lost sight of their goals:  ex. knowing that scott was struggling with the balance between being a werewolf and keeping up his grades in order to get to vet school -----  but only being able to actively  /  noticeably help with one side of that,  that would ultimately help the other side too.  she put so much energy into helping her supernatural students keep her humanity,  all the while working to keep herself hidden from them despite knowing she could help them by revealing herself too.  but it was important they didn’t know she was an alpha werewolf because she didn’t want that to sway them anyway.  she needed to help them as a human,  so that they could have that tie back to their humanity,  because most of these students are just now learning what it’s like to be part of this life. 

at a school like this,  she could tie those two worlds of guidance together.  post series,  after losing her entire pack and her daughter to the war against hunters,  and after exposing herself to a few select people,  she realizes that her tie to beacon hills has faltered slightly,  and that she needs to discover a new path.  she would really find a home in a school like this because she can focus on all the things she always has,  like ensuring they stick to their humanity and don’t become monsters  (  like her own pack had chosen to become,  the pack she created.  )  and,  she finally gets to help people with her own knowledge of the supernatural,  which is obviously advanced given the way she had been trained since she was a child.  these schools want to help these kids grow up in a way that’s safest for them and everyone else,  and that’s something she would find a lot of comfort in,  and she’d be really good at it.   in this verse,  she would be a science teacher + a mentor to the wolves.

▬▬ tamora monroe,  a hunter who had built herself up from her trauma after being attacked by a supernatural creature,  followed by the sheriff of the town lying to her and making her + everyone around her out to assume she was mentally ill for assuming something worse happened to her.  she collected weapons,  she trained herself,  and she formed an army to create a war against supernatural creatures,  one in which she had proven to be in over her head on.  but tamora’s problem wasn’t all supernatural creatures;  it was that she didn’t have all the facts,  and no one was delivering them to her in the right way.  they were so focused on trying to get her away from a manipulator that they didn’t see that they,  themselves were the real problem,  because they were the ones who had lied to her to begin with,  and that was her problem with all of this.  she hated being in a town where people were never allowed real closure on their own accidents or the loss of loved ones because the people in charge of this place were lying.  she felt unsafe with any sort of supernatural creature because she had put them all in one box after misreading a situation with scott and even assuming that he was a violent enemy,  too.  

she goes on to build her international army after the war on beacon hills.  i’ve always said that tamora can eventually see the truth about the supernatural,  but she just hasn’t been given that chance yet  (  scott and noah’s attempts were all based on gerald manipulating her,  not on actually explaining themselves,  and the latter is what she needed to hear.  )  she cares for people so much;  she has such a big heart.  the last thing she ever wanted was to hurt anybody,  but at this point,  she still doesn’t see supernatural creatures as people.  she sees them as lost souls who have had their lives taken from them.  

once she really got to understand that supernatural creatures are not all the same violent monsters she has been comparing to the beast that attacked her,  she’ll start to overcome this fear and need for vengeance  (  obviously,  with a lot of time.  )  she will realize that there’s a difference between supernatural creatures automatically being monsters and supernatural creatures choosing to not be monsters,  which is where a place like this comes in.  because once she was starting to understand,  she would have such a high respect for a school like this  (  even likely opening up her own far,  far into the future.  )  because she has always cared about kids / teenagers,  that’s why she became a teacher and then a guidance counselor,  so knowing that these students were learning how to protect themselves,  how to protect the people around them,  how to keep this world a safe place for everyone and not just them,  she would feel really safe in knowing that.  she would find a place there,  using her own backstory as her own bit of guidance  ------  to show them that monsters come in all shapes & sizes  (  like her  )  and that’s why it’s important for them to be somewhere like this,  where they learn to control their powers properly and learn when to use / not use them.   she would also highly fund schools like this so kids don’t grow up and lose their souls / lose their humanity like she had assumed all supernatural creatures did.   she would still struggle with the secrets,  because her mental health was harmed by people lying to her about what happened,  but she would also see that there would be less incidents,  less strife,  less problems because of a school like this because these students are being trained and guided a certain way  -----  in a way that she can respect and see the benefit from.  

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Intoxication of the Fall | McHanzo [Overwatch]

Hanzo has long since given up fighting his transformations. When Jesse McCree follows him into the woods on the night of the full moon, Hanzo decides to give up something else, too.

My Monthly Patreon fic, as chosen by patrons in a monthly suggestion poll! The winner this time was @werekem​ with the prompt “Werewolf Hanzo/Demon McCree and some great big ol' knotty fun.” And they are definitely having a good time with some real good knotting. ;9

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The forest is still, quiet, dark. Peaceful, or so it seems, until the clouds part to reveal the bright, round moon, to bathe the forest floor in its light. Alone, Hanzo turns his face skyward, lets the moonlight illuminate his face, wash over him like a wave, soak into his skin. It sends a ripple of warmth and a flash of heat, a trickle and then a geyser of sweet sweet thrill rushing through his veins. He falls to his knees. His eyes roll back in his head.

He had gave up fighting the transformation years ago. Now, although he doesn’t quite embrace it, Hanzo accepts it. He lets the crushing waves of heat and electricity and power wash over him without struggle, without defiance. All it takes is that first warning sign, the tiniest contraction in his muscles, the sharp prick of sensation in his ears and his nose, and he knows: soon, he will change.

The feeling comes quickly, sharply; his transformation takes him out of almost nowhere, furious and overwhelming, and Hanzo’s palms hit the forest floor. His nails, blunt, scratch at the dirt. He tries to get a proper grip, tries to ground himself, but can’t. Soon, he gives up. Short, harsh breaths hiss out through gritted teeth; his lips peel back over them as they grow, long and sharp. He growls, clenches his fists as he feels his nails grow and dig into the meat of his palms. The fur of his palms.

And then the tension leaves him. He relaxes, lets the light breeze weave itself through the soft, black-and-white fur that now covers him.

He stands. Takes a deep breath.

Howls.

And then he runs. Runs through the woods he’s fled to, relishes in the feeling of the earth beneath his feet - hands - paws. It’s liberating, somehow, to let himself be taken by this, to allow himself this small freedom after so many years of trying to hold it all back.

But he can’t let go completely. He knows what he is. Knows he’s still dangerous, even in more lucid times, like this. He knows all too well what happens when he doesn’t run, when he allows himself to himself stay in the city, to surround himself with people. With friends. With family.

He fears himself, sometimes - perhaps he always will. But it’s justified, he thinks, as he remembers his brother’s face, mangled and scarred and red red red beneath his paws. Hanzo fears his strength, his teeth, his claws, the overwhelming urge to bite and tear and rend and drink in moonlight and blood.

He fears himself. Others fear him, too.

But what doesn't fear him is the thing that stands before him.

Hanzo stops running. He straightens up, from all fours to hind legs. He sniffs the air, narrows his eyes at the man that stands before him. At the man he once believed to be Jesse McCree.

But Jesse McCree is no man at all. He may look like one in size, shape, and cadence, but now, with his heightened senses, Hanzo realizes that he doesn't... smell right. Under the layers of fabric softener in his clothes and cologne on his skin, he smells just the tiniest bit like sulfur, like wine, like fouled meat and blood. Not his own, though - like the blood of six or seven others. Hanzo wonders if that blood stains his skin or runs beneath it.

McCree holds out his hand and smiles, sharp-toothed and too wide, at the beast snarling before him. "Come on, now, don't be like that,” he says, voice like honey and whiskey.

Hanzo’s nose wrinkles. “So you were never human at all,” he rumbles as he crouches low, poises to strike. The image of Jesse McCree scoffs; his smile widens uncannily. Hanzo’s fur bristles.

“Shouldn’t be surprised you knew somethin’ was up,” he answers. He steps closer. Hanzo backs up.

"Stay away from me, demon," Hanzo growls, for McCree’s protection as much as his own. It takes everything he has not to leap at the hand, snap McCree's arm in two with his pointed fangs and his long, powerful jaw. It's like this every time: he wants to eat, to kill. To let himself go, let himself become the beast he feels inside him.

He wants to fall.

Wants to fall into Jesse. Wants to tear him apart from the inside out, with teeth and hands and tongue. The temptation is strong, overpowering. Unsurprising, too - because isn't that what demons do? Tempt?

McCree's arm moves. It's a quick motion, a small one, not meant to alarm but to remind Hanzo that his offer still stands. “It’s okay, Hanzo. You know me,” he says, and for a moment Hanzo sees the man again, sees Jesse McCree with his bright smile and his kind, warm eyes. But then he blinks and sees the demon, gaze sharp and red and hungry.

Hanzo does not move. His lips curl over bared teeth. He growls; McCree laughs. “Come on. It ain’t like you got much left to hide like this, do you? And you know what I am now, anyway. Why don’t you let me show you what I can do?”

Hanzo sniffs the air. Every muscle in his body warns against this. Against him. But Jesse McCree's pull is strong (fire and danger and meat and blood blood blood so much blood), and the urges of the wolf inside Hanzo (fight and kill and tear, bite, rend) are too powerful.

He takes his hand, and McCree smiles with far too many teeth.

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There is nothing gentle about the way they fall together.

As soon as McCree closes his fingers around Hanzo’s paw, Hanzo yanks the demon to him and holds him there. He takes a moment to inhale deeply, to memorize McCree’s scent (so familiar but so new, so dangerous, so enticing). He lets himself feel the slightest touch of almost-too-hot heat seep through his fur, and the same instant it becomes too much, Hanzo throws McCree against the nearest tree.

McCree hits it hard, chest first, and it’s all he can do to brace himself against the trunk with both hands. He whips around, but can’t move: Hanzo is on him in the space between heartbeats, a clawed hand to his neck to hold him in place. The tips of his too-long nails dig into the still-soft flesh of McCree’s neck, but he does not press any harder. Does not cut off McCree’s air supply.

“Feisty, ain’tcha?” The demon reaches up and tangles his fingers in the thick fur behind Hanzo’s ears. “Now that you’re finally lettin’ go.”

He leans up, stands on his toes. Hanzo is so much taller like this, so much bigger, so much stronger. He could crush McCree where he stood, if he wanted. It would be easy. But he doesn’t; he holds himself back and snaps his jaws shut.

McCree raises an eyebrow. His eyes darken. His smile grows.

He kisses Hanzo.

Kissing is not easy in this form. Hanzo isn’t even sure he would call what they’re doing kissing; it’s more like they press their teeth together, bump noses, lick into each others’ mouths. It’s like they’re fighting, almost, and it sends a thrill through Hanzo, makes him feel even more like the beast he knows he is, deep down. And it feels so good, so good to let himself fall.

McCree pulls back. He grips Hanzo’s arm with one hand, fingers and nails digging in: sharp, so sharp. Had he always had claws?

“Much fun as this is, I’d rather we take this somewhere a little more comfortable,” he says, and without warning, the world around Hanzo spins and plunges into darkness. When he opens his eyes, he is in an unfamiliar place.

It’s dark here, too. Hanzo has no problem seeing in it. He doesn’t need to see much, anyway; he can smell McCree. Can feel him, soft skin under rough paws. The claws of one hand still dig into his bicep.

“Where are we?” Hanzo snaps.

“Somewhere comfortable,” McCree answers, and that’s the last thing he says for a while.

He grabs Hanzo by the sides of the face and pulls him in again. This time, what they do feels much more like a kiss. There’s still too much teeth to it, but their lips touch for a brief moment before giving way to tongues. Hanzo can taste the inside of McCree’s mouth, hot and vivid: ash and spice and blood. His eyes roll back and he groans. Lets himself fall further.

McCree pulls him forward, toward the bed. Hanzo throws him onto it, all instinct, and stretches over him, rakes his claws down McCree’s chest and tears at the clothes that cover it. He leaves jagged lines in his wake, angry and red. McCree gasps and arches into it, hissing his pleasure with every centimetre of skin Hanzo claws at, from chest to thighs to calves to hips.

Hanzo’s fingers twitch. His mouth falls open and his tongue lolls out as hot, damp breaths escape him. He looks down at McCree hungrily, like he wants to devour everything the demon is. The voice in the back of his mind that is still human reminds him this is just what the demon wants, but it’s too late: there’s no denying McCree now, no going back from this. The demon may be beneath him, may be at the mercy of Hanzo’s teeth and claws, but he is the one who is in control now.

And Hanzo will take whatever he can tear from McCree. Hungrily, happily, he will take.

Hanzo pulls back. He licks his lips, eyes roving over McCree’s naked form and stopping when they reach the demon’s dark, dark eyes. They flash at him and Hanzo grins. He takes off what remains of his clothing and crawls back over McCree to meet him in an open-mouthed kiss.

He paws at McCree’s chest. Scratches down it. Something shifts under his touch, and when Hanzo pulls away to look, the texture of McCree’s skin is different: it’s bumpy and uneven, like tiny ashen scales have erupted over it, chitinous and shimmering.

Hanzo leans down, sniffs at them, slides his tongue along the newly-formed ridges. They taste like nothing he can name. Something unique.

He pulls away again to take in the demon’s entire form. McCree returns the gaze, grinning ear-to-ear. His skin is redder, brighter, almost glowing. The black scales glint against it, but they no longer hold Hanzo’s attention: instead he turns his eyes toward the two dark, curved horns that have sprouted from McCree’s forehead. They’re tiny. Pathetic.

“Hmph. Is that all you are?” Hanzo taunts. “You smelled so much stronger than this.”

“Just you wait,” McCree retorts, finally finding his voice. Hanzo laughs and reaches for one of the horns, ready to rise to the challenge. He runs the pad of his finger over its sharp tip. McCree gasps and twitches in the wake of the touch, his entire body lifting off the bed. His cock, hard and insistent now, presses against the crook of Hanzo’s thigh, and the werewolf laughs again, rubs at the horn in his hand, fascinated by the way McCree writhes beneath his paw and enthralled all the more when the horn grows under his hold.

“You are changing,” he says. “A sex demon, then? Feeding off the pleasure of being touched?”

McCree shakes his head. “Feed off energy of all kinds.”

Hanzo huffs and leans down. “Is that so?” he murmurs, breath hot against the thin skin at the base of McCree’s neglected horn. The demon shivers, clenches his jaw. Hanzo smiles, predatory, though he doubts McCree can see it. He does not need to see, anyway - he simply needs to feel.

Hanzo’s tongue slips from between his bared teeth to wrap around the base of McCree’s horn. He licks at it, drags it up over the curved point, and McCree howls.

“Quiet.” Hanzo yanks the horn in his hand and forces McCree’s head to the side so he can bite the back of the demon’s neck, hold it between his jaws in an attempt to hush him, to put him in his place. It only half-works: McCree pants hard, helpless against Hanzo’s continued attention, but he does not shut up, does not relinquish total control. Not yet.

“You get less and less human every minute, sugar,” he says.

Hanzo digs his teeth in deeper.

McCree hisses, but the sound twists itself into a breathless laugh. “What, didn’t like that? It was a compliment, you know. Lettin’ this thing inside me take over was the best decision I ever made.”

Hanzo snarls and backs up, replacing teeth with claws and pressing his paw firmly to the back of McCree’s neck. “So you were Jesse McCree, once.”

“Yeah. Long time ago. Felt easier to keep the name than use the first one I was given. Hell wasn’t gonna be lookin’ for some no-name human, but they might’ve gone lookin’ for one of their own.”

Nails dig into Hanzo’s hip, sharp. He grunts and flinches, but his hold on McCree does not break. The demon smiles up at him with wide, excited eyes. “You know how it is. You of all people should know how it feels to be hunted.”

Hanzo’s eyes flash. He bares his teeth, lifts his paw from Jesse’s neck to grip his hair. “You talk too much,” he growls as his nails scratch against the hard flesh of McCree’s scalp. The friction is strange, exciting. But Hanzo has no time, no desire to linger on the sensation.

He moves forward on his knees. Pulls the demon’s head down so McCree is at last face-to-face with his cock, hard and red and leaking. McCree licks his lips, opens wide, and Hanzo forces him down.

It’s too much for McCree at first. He twitches violently, almost chokes. He does not try to escape, though; he moves his hands to clutch at Hanzo’s ass, to dig his nails in and pull the werewolf closer to him.

The nails of the left hand are sharper than the right’s, Hanzo notes. The palm feels rougher, too, as if his hand were made entirely of scales and stone instead of flesh. It’s hot to the touch, too hot, and he wonders briefly if that’s where the “thing” inside of McCree came from, where the demon first began to fester like an infection. But he does not give himself the time to wonder or to ask. There are more important things to be dealt with right now, and Hanzo would rather not stop Jesse in the middle of sucking him off. Not when he is so eager.

Eager though he is, McCree does not have much room to maneuver between the cock in his mouth and the vice grip Hanzo holds him in. Still, he tries: he licks at the underside of it whenever he’s given the chance, swallows around the angry red tip and tightens his lips as far down the base as he can go. Hanzo huffs and rubs the base of one of McCree’s horns with one hand, right where the flesh of his scalp is thinnest. A reward for doing so well.

McCree groans. His eyes roll back in his head, and his jaw goes slack for half a moment before Hanzo tightens his grip in his hair and shoves him down further.

“You can do better than that,” the werewolf says, voice coming out more like a snarl than anything. He thrusts into McCree’s mouth, deeper and deeper, groaning as he hits the back of the demon’s throat over and over again. Hanzo can feel himself swelling, can feel his knot begin to fill out as he mercilessly fucks McCree’s throat, and all he can think about is how much he wants it in there, how much he wants to have McCree’s deliciously too-hot lips wrapped inescapably around it.

He pulls out. Adjusts his angle. Grins ferally down at McCree, whose unfocused eyes barely register the beast before him.

And then he slams back in.

Hanzo howls, euphoric, as McCree takes him in all the way, right down to the base, lips stretching impossibly wide over the swollen base of his cock. He can’t pull out anymore - doesn’t need to, anyhow: he’s deep in McCree’s throat, past any sort of gag reflex the demon may have had. McCree’s tongue twitches, long and forked, trying to slide along Hanzo’s shaft, to wrap around it and stroke him to completion. It’s hardly necessary, though - even the slightest movement sends shockwaves of cascading pleasure all throughout Hanzo. It pushes him just as far as he needs to go, and he comes with one last stuttering howl, spilling himself down the demon’s throat.

McCree breathes, hot and heavy through his nose, stealing air between the spurts of cum gushing down his throat. He looks up at Hanzo admiringly, almost reverently, as he tries to swallow around him. Mercifully, it gets easier with every passing second as Hanzo’s knot deflates.

Hanzo pulls his softening cock from between McCree’s lips. A string of cum and saliva still connects the two of them. It breaks when he shuffles back and takes the space to admire how McCree’s neck lolls to the side, how McCree’s eyes look right through him. He looks spent, exhausted, satiated. He hasn’t even been touched yet. Not properly.

Hanzo decides to remedy that.

He leans forward and presses his nose, his lips, his teeth to the side of McCree’s neck. He licks along the demon’s jawline, between his ear and the beginning of his beard. Tries to soothe him, to bring him back to the present. Or so it seems, at first; as soon as McCree blinks, shifts, tries to reach up to touch Hanzo, the werewolf reaches between the two of them, runs the pad of his finger over the ridged head of McCree’s cock, and shivers when the demon falls back, powerless against his hold.

He strokes. McCree gasps, groans, writhes against the bed as Hanzo slowly teases him. He moves his fingers one at a time over the tip, smearing the small trickle of precum that’s begun to leak out of it. The demon’s clawed hands grip the sheets, almost tears them. Hanzo licks along his horns. McCree cries out again.

“Still so noisy,” Hanzo says, a low rumble in his chest. He squeezes McCree’s cock. The demon twitches.

“And you - ah - you’re still holdin’ back,” he stutters. “Still tryin’ to play at bein’ human.”

Hanzo growls. He leans in close to McCree’s face. His wide, powerful jaws loom dangerously close to the demon’s lips. “Silence.”

It comes as no surprise that McCree continues to speak. The demon laughs and reaches up, tangling his fingers in the fur behind Hanzo’s ear. It’s equal parts comforting and alarming. Hanzo’s hackles rise.

“That little stunt you just pulled?” McCree continues in a whisper. He leans in close. Hanzo can feel the breath on his muzzle, can smell it stronger than ever: sulfur, wine, salt. Pheromones. Arousal. “It was nice, but it weren’t enough. I want more, Hanzo. I want you to let go. Feel what I feel. I want you to stop pretendin’ to be somethin’ you ain’t.”

He stops Hanzo before he can speak, pulling the werewolf down and forcing him into another open-mouthed kiss. Hanzo ignores the way his legs go weak at the feeling of McCree’s forked tongue licking along the roof of his mouth. He ignores the eager twitch of his cock as that tongue slides over his teeth, tangles around them. Ignores the thrill of want that shoots through him when he tastes himself in McCree’s mouth.

McCree pulls away. Waits. Looks Hanzo right in the eyes, and all Hanzo sees is red. Deep, dark, all-devouring red.  

Short, suffocating silence rings between them but a moment before McCree says one thing more. He opens his mouth and his voice echoes around Hanzo: in his ears, in his mind, in his very soul.

“Let go.”

And Hanzo does.

He doesn’t know what comes over him, exactly, but in the split second after McCree speaks, he feels a frenzy overcome him: want, need, hunger, desperation.

He doesn’t think as his claws dig into McCree’s hips. Doesn’t think as he flips the demon over. Doesn’t think as he grips the meat of McCree’s ass to spread his cheeks apart, as he leans down and licks at the demon’s rim, as he pushes his long tongue past the clenched ring of muscle to stretch him open. He barely hears McCree’s loud, desperate moans of pleasure - doesn’t care when they stop, when they’re replaced by whining and panting. Nothing registers to Hanzo but the need to have McCree, to take him, to make him his.

He pulls back. Licks his lips at the sight of McCree’s hole, open and gaping and ready for him.

Hanzo does not hold back anymore.

He slams into McCree and buries himself in to the hilt. McCree cries out beneath him. His whole body goes tense, tight.

Hanzo pulls out. Slams back in again.

He holds McCree’s hips, pulls him back to meet his thrusts. He feels his knot swell again, fill out more and more with each powerful snap of his hips. Soon Hanzo can hardly move at all: his knot is too big, and when he can no longer pull out, he leans down, presses his chest to McCree’s ridged, chitinous back, and snarls in the demon’s ear: “Mine.”

He jerks his hips, presses in deeper. McCree gasps. He bucks against Hanzo, presses himself further onto the werewolf’s cock. He laughs, a raspy hiss of a noise. “You sure about that?”

Hanzo snarls. A great paw slams down on the back of McCree’s head to force his head into the mattress. He ignores the laughter. Doesn’t care about it anymore. All he cares about is pressing further into McCree, forcing the demon down, making him shut up. Making the demon beg for more. Beg for him.

McCree says something Hanzo doesn’t understand. Another language, maybe. He doesn’t care. He bites the back of McCree’s neck, trying to force him into proper submission. He digs his teeth in deep. Bites a little too hard - something cracks under his teeth. The flood of a new, unfamiliar taste floods his mouth. Not blood. Not anything tangible. It’s something new, something heady and ashy and entirely McCree.

And Hanzo wants more.

He fucks McCree hard. So hard it may have hurt a human. But McCree is not human - hasn’t been for a long time - and he relishes in it, writhes ecstatically in both pain and pleasure. It’s everything he’d wanted, everything Hanzo had refused to give him, everything Hanzo had rejected about himself until now.

“Yes, yes,” McCree hisses. He arches his back, pushes against Hanzo’s thrusting, rolls his hips to grind against the werewolf’s cock. “That’s it, sweetheart, more, give me more--”

Hanzo snarls. He yanks McCree’s hair, forces his head back as far as it will go, anything to stop the words from falling from his lips. He doesn’t want to hear anything from McCree now - all he wants is to feel him, to fuck him, to give him what he wants.

Hanzo comes, jaw opening wide and back arching obscenely. He’s poised as if to howl, but no sound escapes him. White noise floods his ears: the rush of pumping blood, the scramble of McCree’s knees against the sheets, the rub of fur against scales. He doesn’t even notice McCree has come too, not until his knot deflates once more and he pulls out, slick and sticky all at once.

When he is finished, Hanzo hovers over McCree and slowly, slowly, begins to come back to himself.

He huffs. Without thinking, Hanzo crawls off the bed, kneels at its side, and once again spreads McCree’s cheeks wide. He slides his tongue between them, licking up the mess he’d made, more instinct than care. The demon twitches feebly against him, and it’s a better reward than Hanzo ever could have dreamed.

When he finishes cleaning up his mate (Mate, he thinks, Mine mine mine), Hanzo flips McCree over and pulls him close, ridged back to furry chest. He wraps his arms around the demon and licks at his neck, all lupine affection and warmth.

“Mine,” he grunts, deep and low and rumbling in his throat. McCree smiles. His eyes glint, unseen, and he reaches back, scratches at the fur behind Hanzo’s ears.

“Mine,” McCree corrects. And Hanzo can not find it in him to argue.

[ambitiouslyruthless]

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There was a … smell inside of the precinct. It was one that Gavin knew too well and it had him on god damn edge: it was another fucking vampire. It causes irritation to grow inside of him but he was doing his best to, for once, keep his temper in check. Didn’t need to let the beast out which would be a hell of a time to explain once he came back to himself. Fowler might know about him and those who were in this little made up pack knew, but it was an unspoken rule to keep everything secret.

His eyes lift as his nose twitches at the stink, curious about who it could possibly be as the vampire officers were already known to the pack. A truce had been made so they could protect the people of Detroit. But this was a new scent, one that Gavin can tell that another of his ‘pack’ didn’t recognize. They give each other a look but the scent seems to disappear just as quick as it arrives so Gavin turns his attention back to his terminal and the case he was currently working on.

An antique store had been hit in a string of thefts and for some reason this was a case that needed immediate attention from a Detective. It was probably because of who owned the store, some big wig business man that Gavin hadn’t paid much attention to. 

He’s engrossing his attention into the reports when he suddenly hears his name being shouted across the bullpen and he’s quick to snap his head towards the sound, a soft growl starting to rumble up in his throat before he takes note that it was Fowler calling for him. Letting out an irritated sigh Gavin picks himself up from his chair and heads over to the man's office, closing the glass door behind him.

Immediately his nose is assaulted with that scent again and it twitches in irritation, emerald eyes going to the dead smell. A soft growl comes from Gavin as he moves with Fowler, stopping in front of the man's desk, his eyes never leaving the stranger, knowing exactly what the other was.

“Detective,” Fowler speaks out in his stern voice as he takes his seat again behind his desk, eyeing the two that stood before him. “This is the owner of the antique store you’re investigating. Caleb Stern, he’s here to answer any questions that you might have and give you access to the security once you head around there.”

[mhdiaries]

Journal of Holt Hyde

It’ll burn me up if you read without asking.

July 23

Woke up in a moving truck last night - in the cab... this time. But I was totally confused as to how I got there and exactly where I was going. I figured since Moms was driving it meant another new job in another new town - maybe this one will be the last for a while...

July 25

Tried to stay up so I could see what the new town looks like in the daytime but it was no use. Soon as the first ray or sunlight cracked the horizon I was out. Shouldn’t be surprised, since for as long as I can remember, I’ve been trippin’ to the music of the night. I can’t recall the last time I saw the sun... really I can’t. I used to wonder if I was part vampire but so far no fangs and no overwhelming desire to make beat juice my new drink of choice. I must do some serious sleep walking during the day though, cause sometimes when I wake up I am dressed like a complete dork.

July 27

I put some flyers up at the Maul advertising my DJ biz. Hopefully I’ll get some bites. I know that once I get a few gigs I’ll be busy all the time ‘cause I can definitely spin some scary mixes.

August 1

Being the new monster in town means I’ve got to figure out who all the players are so I don’t get off on the wrong claw with any of the locals. So I’ve been taking walks at night with Crossfade just to check things out. This is what I’ve peeped so far:

Count Dracula - This ain’t no mopey “Please give me a hug ‘cause I’ma vampire” cry baby. This is the original old school, dark as midnight, bad to the fang Nosferatu. There may be monsters that have been around longer but none of them have Count Dracula’s street cred. He and his daughter live on my street in what is either a gigantic mansion or a small castle. I guess you’d have to go with mansion but only because there isn’t a moat and a drawbridge.

The Mummy - Got to say there’s just something about old school monster royalty. They’re like rock stars or something I’m not the kind of monster that gets star struck but I seriously wanted to ask for his autograph. I didn’t but I thought about it. He and his princess daughter Cleo de Nile live in this palace that looks like a movie set with servants and all. I don’t know Cleo but it seems like she’s wound a little tight.

The Werewolf - There’s one Alpha wolf in his pack and he is it. I heard he could have gone pro in just about any sport he wanted but he was so much stronger and faster than the other players they said it wouldn’t be fair for him to play. He’s got a big family in a not so big house and it always seems like there is some kind of drama going on over there. The way they argue you’d think they don’t like each other but you’d be wrong. They watch out for each other and if you fight one of them you better be ready to take them all. Clawd is the BMOC - Big Monster on Campus and Clawdeen is going to have songs written about her one day.

Frankenstein and His Bride - Mr. Stein is pretty chill for a dude who’s 8 feet tall and looks like he’s strong enough to tie knots in oak trees. Mrs. Stein on the other hand... well let’s just say Mr. Stein is a lucky monster. They live in a house that looks like a cross between a Swiss chalet and a research lab. I think they’ve got a new baby over there but I haven’t seen her yet.

The Sea Monster - He doesn't’ really live on land, at least I don’t think he does - for sure he’s got a little beach house where Lagoona Blue lives. It’s got this killer dock that goes out over the water. I saw Lagoona sitting out there talking to him one night. He never got out of the water though so I couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like but he churned serious water when he left. I think he mostly just keeps to himself and doesn’t spend a lot of time with surface monsters.

Medusa - Seems like she’s got her hiss together and is in total control of her emotions - good thing too, cause if she ever lost it, your career as a permanent life size paperweight would start right away. I guess that’s why she wears sunglasses outside of her house - even at night. Speaking of her house it looks like a building from one of those pictures at a Greek restaurant the kind with the big columns and everything. I bet the acoustics in that place are awesome. Wonder if she ever lets Deuce have parties up there?

August 3

Have you ever met someone for the first time and it’s like you’ve known them all your life? Dude this totally happened to me last night. I was doing this bubblegum dance gig, not really my style but sometimes you’ve got to give the monsters what they want - ya know? Anyway, this absolutely smokin’ little vampire was out on the floor doing the Transylvania Trance and there wasn’t another monster in the place who could keep up so I flipped the switch to auto pilot and jumped right in there with her. When the song was over I was like, “Ula D you rock!” Then she said, “How do you know my name because I don’t think we’ve ever met have we?” I couldn’t think of a time when we had but somehow I just knew who she was. Weird huh?

August 10

Had a date with the lovely and lyrical Operetta. She’s a bit of a diva but what a set of pipes! I took her to see this band I really like and everything was going great until this gargoyle bumps into her and almost knocks her down. I didn’t think his apology was sincere so I got hot and long story short... I got us kicked out. Operetta was embarrassed about it, and asked me to take her home. I sent her a dozen dead roses but she’s still not talking to me. My temper constantly gets me into trouble but never gets me out.

August 11

Mom found out about last night from Operetta’s dad. She says I need to do a better job controlling my temper and stop being such a hot head but it’s not like I can just become a different person. Sometimes I think she wishes I wasn’t a monster at all. Does she think I can just snap my fingers and turn into some dorky human or something? I swear sometimes I just want to ~~~~~~~~~~ ASHES! I melt more pens this way. Maybe mom’s right - wish there was like a potion you could drink to get rid of the bad stuff... oh well.

August 20

I think I’m going to take some night school classes this year. I heard that Monster High does non-traditional classes for monsters who don’t do daylight and since I seem to fit into that crew I’m gonna sign up. There’s supposed to be this siren that gives voice lessons and Operetta’s dad teaches a keyboard class.

September 5

I started working on this song that I want to be kinda about my life. Maybe inspiration will hit and I’ll finish it or maybe I haven’t lived long enough to write a song about my life. Anyway I got the first verse:

A twisted road plays out like a rhyme

Revealing itself a little at a time

Turn the corner Leave what’s behind

Outta sight and outta mind

Outta sight and outta mind

Guess I’ll have to see where the road leads.

[crimenight-a]

❝    bleeding hearts,    &    dry bones of the churchyard,    &    tears that BURN as they fall,    all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.    ❞                                                                                        BRAM STOKER’S DRACULA

IT’S NO SURPRISE  that batman has been likened to a vampire - like beast in    &    out of comics.    what is a surprise is the fact that dracula    (    bram stoker’s    &    castlevania’s*   )   has quite a lot in common with bruce wayne;    the differences are glaringly stark,    but so are the similarities.    in light of this realization,    i’ve decided to introduce a supernatural verse    (    something i’ve had no prior inclination to do    )    to this blog in which bruce IS dracula.

this post will serve as a foundation for the verse,    the full backstory    &    further details will be in separate posts.    for your convenience,    i will link them here when the time comes.    as for now,    i hope you enjoy    &    i can’t wait to see how dracula/bruce interacts with all your muses !

SHORT BACKSTORY:

everything is the same as canon    (   his parents’ death    &    batman’s rise    ),   except that bruce dies a violent death at the age of 36,    there were no robins/batgirls/etc.    (    unless plotted    ),    &    the start of the timeline takes place in 1839 versus the 20th century.    bruce is killed by a vampiric beast,    but it is later revealed that another vampire ran the monster off    &    took bruce’s body back to his hideout beneath gotham.    there,    he awakes to his savior,    michael,    who acts as his mentor for the next few decades. 

it is michael that shows him the growing problem with the supernatural world,    how it threatens to completely overtake the humans    &    while that might not directly affect bruce,    he still refuses to shed whatever ounce of humanity he still has.    vampire or not,    he cannot stand seeing people suffer    &    so,    he embarks on an entirely new crusade.

(    how or why he took up the name dracula will be explained later.    )

CURRENT SETTING:

after promising to continue to rid the world of crime    &    evil in both the human    &    supernatural world,    dracula travels the world to exert his power over certain nonhuman societies.    by the year 2000,    he is known as the king of vampires    &    slowly he begins to force other beings under his supposed rule.    in human society,    he takes many forms.    no longer is he bruce wayne,    but he might be a popular politician,    an old man running a 24/7 corner store,    a construction worker in a growing city,    a soldier guarding a national border     ---     his abilities allow him to adopt many looks in order to achieve his goals.

no matter how many personas he adopts,    he still goes back to gotham    &    soon the city is known as the capital,    a sort of hub,    for all supernatural beings.    his goal is,    frankly,    world domination     ---     ultimate control for he trusts no other leader,    human or not,    to keep both worlds safely coexisting. the world will be reborn,    just as he was,    but in his own image.

QUICK NOTES:

bruce does have some sort of magical ability.    he has the power to change his appearance at will,    he can force someone to see what HE wants them to see    (    ie. hallucinations    ).    this is what would be considered ‘glamour.’    a lot of the wayne manor is covered in glamour    (   some nonhuman beings can see through it with enough concentration    )    in order to hide it’s archaic castle look.

he can shapeshift into a werewolf    &    bat,    just like bram stoker’s dracula.

he is not the father of all vampires or werewolves,    just one of the strongest ones.

‘king of vampires’ is used loosely.    it just means that vampires generally fear him enough to follow his orders.

his personality is not much different than his main verse’s,    although he’s much more kind    &    slow to anger    (    however,    he’s prone to be quite cold for seemingly no reason    ).   he treats every supernatural being with respect,    unless their behavior forces him to act otherwise.

he still resides in his manor in gotham,    &    there he pretends to be his own descendant who had inherited the property from his father.    yes,    dracula also pretended to be this character’s father.    ironically,    the young man’s name is thomas II wayne.

bruce    &    dracula are interchangeable.    he introduces himself as bruce first,     but most already know him as dracula    (    depending on who you are    ).

no,    he is NOT pale.    his skin actually glows,    almost;    it’s like liquid gold,    it’s very beautiful.    his eyes are a paler blue.

no vampire burns in the sun unless they’re very weak,    but each one reacts differently to it.    bruce has mild discomfort due to his sheer amount of magical power,    his powers are also dampened because of it.

i’m sure i’ll be adding more to this list,    so stay tuned !

general note:    don’t be afraid to throw the most outlandish plot at me because this verse is left mostly bare just for that reason;    I WANT TO PLOT WITH YOU ALL.    this verse grows the more i gather interaction.    i do have an idea of what happens with michael    (    there’s a reason i mentioned him    ),    but i want to wait to introduce the idea.    acting as a bare minimum/foundation,    this should help you    &    i devise our own unique thread,    so if you’re interested,    i’m all ears !

*i do not follow these depictions of dracula exactly,    they are just my primary inspirations.    i have yet to explain why bruce is similar to dracula,    but just know that that this verse didn’t come out of nowhere;    i have a reason for having bruce call himself dracula !

[swanqueeneverafter]

After The Sunset, Pt.25

Enchanted Forest. Past. (Upon entering Bo Peep’s barn, David searches for and then is attacked by Anna, knocking him to the ground.) Anna: “Oops. I thought you were them.” David: (Groans, holds up Anna’s necklace:) “Got your necklace back.” Anna: “You did it. You fought, and... You won.” David: “Well, don't be so surprised. It was your idea.” Anna: “Yeah, I just didn't think we had the time. I mean, I hoped we did, and I had faith in you.” David: “Okay. You were right. It was an impossible battle... Which is why I had to fight it.” Anna: “What changed your mind? (Helping him to his feet:) It didn't get more impossible.” David: “When she took you.” Anna: “You barely know me.” David: “I was starting to. And what you said about your sister, uh... I might be able to survive, but... I also have to be able to live with myself, and I... I can't do that if I'm trapped in a life I don't want. Now, I think it's time we get you on your way.” Anna: “Thank you.” Enchanted Forest. Past. The Dark Castle. Belle: “Looks like you won't be needing that bow anymore.” Rumplestilskin: “Actually, I think I'll hold onto it. You never know. Could come in handy someday.” Belle: “Well, uh, if you don't need me for anything else, good night, Rumplestiltskin.” Rumplestilskin: “No, wait. There is something else. (He takes her to a room in his castle that has thousands of books lining the walls:) Temper your excitement, dearie. This is merely another room for you to clean.” Belle: “It's... it's beautiful. There's more books in here than I could read in a lifetime.” Rumplestilskin: “Well, I hope you can clean faster than you can read.”

Belle: “Did you do all this for me?” Rumplestilskin: “I better not see a single speck of dust gathering on any of these books. What are you smiling at? I'm serious.” Belle: “You're not who I thought you were. And I'm glad.” Enchanted Forest. Present. (Rumplestiltskin stands alone anxiously looking at his hand, which we can see is turning green and scaly, much like when he was the Dark One.)

Enchanted Forest. Dark Castle. Recent Past. (Rumplestiltskin stands in the main room of his former home as Belle returns with a book.) Belle: "Here, I found it." Rumplestiltskin: (Reading the cover:) “An Alphabetized Inventory of Magical Antiquities. Sounds a bit dense.” Belle: “No, this is a wonderful book. It's a record of every magical item in the kingdom.” Rumplestiltskin: “And you’re going to use this to arrange things back at the shop?” Belle: (Chuckles:) “Not quite. We’re going to use this to return any item in the shop that’s in this book to it’s rightful place.” Rumplestiltskin: “Belle, you don’t have to do this.” Belle: “No, I want to. Rumple, this is about leaving your past behind you, and I think this will help with that. (Notices as he stiffens:) What is it?” Rumplestiltskin: “There’s someone here. Someone with magic. You stay here and keep reading and I’ll go see who it is.” (Before Belle can argue, Rumplestiltskin vanishes from the room.) Dark Palace. Gardens. (Reappearing outside, Rumplestiltskin sees Alice stood waiting for him.) Rumplestiltskin: “Oh, Alice, It’s you. What are you doing here?” Alice: (Scrunches up her face:) "I'm not sure really. I think she said I was the distraction?" Rumplestiltskin: "Distraction? For who, for what?" Alice: "That's not been made clear to me quite yet. But don't worry, (Winks:) I like a good puzzle." Jabberwocky: (Appearing behind her:) "Run along now, Alice." Alice: "Oh, must dash." (Alice skips away as Rumplestiltskin stares at the Jabberwocky.) Rumplestiltskin: "It can't be. (She chuckles:) You're controlling Alice?" Jabberwocky: "Yes, and the poor dear doesn't have a clue. I prefer not to appear to those I'm manipulating. If people don't know you're in their head, you can make them do anything." Rumplestiltskin: "So why appear to me?" Jabberwocky: "Out of respect of who you once were. In my absence you've managed to not only rid yourself of the dagger, but find your happy ending as well. At one time such a thing was impossible." Rumplestiltskin: "You always did underestimate me. (Bends down to pick up a branch from the ground and transforms it into a sword:) Now, if we're done catching up, I'd like you to leave." Jabberwocky: (Chuckles, circling him:) “I can taste your dread. Your fear. You fear I'm going to harm your family. But I know something you don't know. (Stops behind him:) I've already taken them. (In a rage, Rumplestiltskin turns and plunges the sword into the Jabberwocky’s stomach. She gasps and winces for a moment, before straightening up and laughing:) There's only one blade that can do me harm. (Grabbing him by the throat:) And that wasn't it. (Choking him:) Now, when you’re in a more... agreeable mood, you’ll find me in the endless gardens of Wonderland.” (Headbutting Rumplestiltskin before releasing him, the Jabberwocky turns and saunters away as the former Dark One slumps to the ground, unconscious.)

Elsewhere In The Enchanted Forest. (Drizella stands holding a golden bottle while Alice watches her.) Alice: "What's that?" Drizella: (Examining the bottle:) "This is what will help us stop the great evil spreading across the land. It was stolen by the Dark One long ago." Alice: "But Rumplestiltskin's not the Dark One anymore? I'm sure he'd have given it to us if we'd asked for it." Drizella: "I couldn't take that chance. Now come, you know the quickest way to Wonderland, lead us there.” (Confused, Alice nonetheless turns and leads the way. Following at a distance, Drizella removes the stopper from the bottle and peers inside. With Gideon in her arms, Belle yells up at the witch to be released from her latest prison. Smiling, Drizella replaces the stopper, puts the bottle inside her robes and moves quickly to catch up to Alice.) Enchanted Forest. Past. Ruth and David’s Farm. (Anna exits the house ready to continue her journey.) Anna: “I hope I'll see both of you at the wedding.” Ruth: (Hands her a bundle:) “Consider this an early present in case you get hungry on your journey.” Anna: (Peeks inside:) “I love sandwiches.” Ruth: “You've changed him, you know?” Anna: “David? Nah. He was always this way. He just didn't know it.” Ruth: “Thank you.” Anna: “I'm glad I helped. Can I ask you about the magic? Like, with Bo Peep's staff... Is that usual around here?” Ruth: “Well, there's always a bit of magic around these parts.” Anna: “Uh, my parents... They had a problem with magic. Really powerful stuff. Would there be someone who could help them with that kind of a thing?” Ruth: “I'm no expert, but there is one man... A very powerful wizard who's well-versed in all magics.” Anna: “Perhaps he can help me. What's his name?” Ruth: (Hesitates:) “I don't like to say such a name out loud. He's... A bit dangerous. But I'll write it down for you.” Anna: “Thank you. (Ruth goes inside while David arrives with his horse:) What's this?” David: “He's yours... To help you on your way.” Anna: “I thought he was something you could never give up.” David: “Uh, he's a reminder... One I don't need or want anymore. He was my father's.” (David helps Anna onto the horse.) Anna: “Look at you... All heroic now.” David: “Eh, still just a Shepherd.” Anna: “We'll see. (Ruth hands Anna a note just before she leaves. Riding a short distance away, Anna looks down at the note. Reading:) Rumple... Rumplestiltskin." Dark Castle. (Rumplestiltskin is watching Anna through his crystal ball.) Rumplestiltskin: “Mm. Hmm!” The Land Without Color. Past. (Victor Frankenstein has locked his brother away in a cell.) Victor: (Opens the cell's door and enters:) “Gerhardt? My brother? (Slowly approaching Gerhardt:) I was trying to bring you back. Are you here? Gerhardt?”

(Victor kneels beside his brother, placing a hand on Gerhardt's shoulder. Startled, Gerhardt groans and throws Victor to the ground. Gerhardt starts to strangle Victor.) Gerhardt: (Recognizing his brother:) “Vic-tor?” Victor: “Yes. Yes, it's me. (Gerhardt releases Victor. He crouches down on the floor taking his head in his hands. Victor gets up to his feet, takes out a pistol he brought with him and slowly makes his way over to Gerhardt. He points the pistol at Gerhardt's head. Victor's not able to bring himself to kill his brother. The moment Gerhardt looks up to him, Victor lowers the pistol. Realizing Victor's intention, Gerhardt grabs Victor's hands, pointing the pistol at his head again. With an effort, Victor lowers the pistol:) No. I won't do it. I will still save you. (Gerhardt shakes his head:) Father was wrong. (Gerhardt shakes his head:) I will find a way.” (Victor leaves the room.) Storybrooke. Present. Storybrooke Harbor. (Ruby and Dr. Whale sit side by side on the dock.) Dr. Whale: “I wanted my name to stand for life. But everybody just thinks it's the name of a monster. (Laughs:) I guess they're right about that. Rumplestiltskin says that magic has a price, but from where I'm sitting, seems that science does, too. Every time I try to save a life, someone else dies.” Ruby: “Hey, yeah. Look, you're Frankenstein. And I'm the werewolf. I ate my boyfriend. Long ago, when she cast the first curse, Regina thought she was punishing us by erasing who we were, but I think she underestimated how much crap we wanted to forget.” Dr. Whale: (Nods:) “Yeah.” Ruby: “But we can't let it stop us. She gave us a chance to start over and now I’ve made a life for myself. I think you should, too.” Dr. Whale: “I wasn't such a bad guy, you know. I wanted to bring life back. My father never got over my mother. If I could've just brought her back—” Ruby: (Interrupts him:) “When you left Storybrooke, the hospital was left without a doctor. The people of this town might not show it, but we need you. There's still some stuff you can fix, right here.”

Wonderland. Past. (The Doctor finishes his story.) Doctor: "So you see, I can't do as you ask. Yes, I can take your daughter's heart and replace it with another, but she won't be who you remember. No heart is strong enough." Rapunzel: (Looking down at Anastasia:) "That's where you're wrong. There is one heart that has more strength, more determination and more belief than any other. (The Doctor waits for her to continue:) The heart of a mother fighting for her child." Doctor: "You can't mean-" Rapunzel: "Yes Doctor, I do." Doctor: (Shaking his head:) "I cannot do what you're proposing - I swore an oath!" Rapunzel: "And I vowed to protect my children from any harm that would come their way. I failed both of them, utterly. Help me make things right. My daughter Drizella is out there right now trying to destroy everything we all hold dear because of me. Anastasia lies here dead because of me. This is the only way to save both of them. They need each other. Please, I beg you, won't you help me save my family?" Storybrooke. Present. Mayor's Office. (The Charmings, Hook, Zelena & Belle all stand united ready to find out where Henry is.) Snow White: (Taking the crook:) "Okay, so how does this thing work?" David: "I'm not sure, you stare into it and think of the person you're searching for. It should show you the last place they were seen." Snow White: "Alright." (Snow White and David stand looking into the crook as images appear before them.)

Enchanted Forest. Recent Past. (Henry rides through the forest on his motorcycle, coming to a stop when he reaches a cloaked figure standing by an old, gnarled tree.) Henry: (Dismounts, removes his helmet:) "I was surprised you called me. Why did we have to meet out here?" Alice: (Lowering her hood:) "Because your grandfather wanted to keep this as a surprise." Henry: "Rumplestiltskin? I thought he was off traveling the world with Belle and Gideon?" Alice: "Well he's back. And he asked me to contact you to keep the surprise a secret." Henry: "Okay, so, what's going on?" Alice: "Rumple knows you've been searching for something, for your own story." Henry: "Yeah, well that's not exactly a secret." Alice: "Ah but the thing is, Henry, this isn't a game. Trust me. When you go exploring and you find something that isn't your story, that's when bad things happen." Henry: "How do I find my story if I don't look?" Alice: "Don't you know by now your grandpa knows everyone? He's watching out for you. That's why he created this." (Alice motions towards the source of the green light which appears to lead into a cave.) Henry: "What's inside there?" Alice: "A portal to a new land. A land created especially for you." Henry: (Suspiciously:) "Sort of like the Wish Realm?" Alice: "Exactly! There you can do as you please without consequence. There you will be free to discover what kind of story you're meant to be a part of." Henry: "That sounds... amazing. But where's my grandpa?" Alice: "He's there waiting for you, ready to be your guide. All you need do is step inside. Ooh, that rhymed. (Cautiously, Henry walks along the forest path towards the mouth of the cave. Squinting, trying to see inside, he takes a step backwards only to bump into Alice:) Go on, Henry, don't be scared." (Sensing that something is not quite right, Henry reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bottle given to him by Hook. Quickly pulling the stopper, he pours the contents onto the ground before speaking into the empty bottle.) Henry: "Help. I think I’m about to be kidnapped. Send Emma, Regina, and Captain Hook.” (As soon as the message is sent, Alice pushes Henry forward into the cave.) Storybrooke. Present. Mayor's Office. (Everyone reacts to what they've just seen.) David: "I don't understand, where did Henry go?" Hook: "Wherever that bloody crocodile sent him to, that's where!" Zelena: "What the hell was Alice thinking?" Hook: "Clearly she wasn't if she was doing the Dark One's bidding." Snow White: "Shh. Hook, you know Rumplestiltskin isn't the Dark One anymore. (To David:) How long ago did Henry leave?" David: "I don't know, a month ago maybe?" Snow White: "Well that doesn't make any sense. Belle and Rumple only got back a few days ago, how could-" Belle: (Cutting in:) "Unless of course, that wasn't Rumplestiltskin, and I'm not Belle." (Laughing, Belle reveals her true form: The Jabberwocky. Before anyone can react however, a flash of light fills the room and all of its occupants disappear.) Wonderland. Past. (The Doctor closes the clasps on his bag, preparing to leave.) Doctor: "I'm sorry it had to be this way. (Turning around:) Your mother loved you very much." Anastasia: "I know. (Touching her chest:) I can feel it. I won't let her sacrifice be in vain. I will find Drizella, and bring her home." The Land Without Magic. Present. Paris. Night. (Regina is seated at a table sipping from a glass of water when she sees Emma walking towards her. Smiling to each other as their eyes meet, both women look relaxed and happy to be there.) Regina: (As Emma takes her seat:) "Emma, you're breathtaking." Emma: (Frowns slightly:) "Gina, we came in together, I literally just came back from checking our coats." Regina: "I know, but it's true." Emma: "You are such a sap." Regina: (Chuckles:) "See what you've done to me." Emma: "Oh, believe me, I'm looking and I can't take credit for how beautiful you are." Regina: (Smiles:) "Smooth." Emma: "Thank you. (The waiter arrives with a bottle of red wine:) Oh, er, actually my wife would know more about good wine than I do." Regina: (Looks to the waiter then thinks:) "You know what, we've had a long flight and it's our first night here, so could we get a couple of root beers instead?" Waiter: "Certainly, Madam. (Emma and Regina share a smile:) Are you ladies ready to order?" Emma: (Not taking her eyes off Regina:) "Yeah I think we are. (Regina raises her eyebrow:) We'll have everything off the dessert menu." (Emma raises her own eyebrow in return.) Regina: (Beaming, hands her menu to the waiter:) "Perfect." (The waiter leaves to go place their order as the two women take each other's hand and turn to look at the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the Paris night sky.)

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Two | Never Enough Caffeine ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi, Suigin Ryū ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ Vulgarity, Gore, Death ]

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Sitting at a diner counter, Obito nurses his fourth cup of coffee since he arrived an hour ago. He swears he’s resorted to it for so long now, it’s losing its potency.

It’s what he gets for adapting a mostly-nocturnal lifestyle anymore despite his very human want to sleep when it’s dark. But, well...that was the choice he made, in the end.

Not a very popular one, but...he has his reasons.

One of which is the reason he’s sitting here...and has been sitting here for the better part of the last hour. You’d think by now he’d know not to take Kakashi at his word and just...arrive at least thirty minutes later than his friend tells him to.

He’d waste a lot less time waiting on him that way, but...Obito tries his best to be punctual. Even when others aren’t. Used to be a bad habit when he was a kid, but things change as you get older.

Which is why the previously-prompt Hatake is now usually the one running late.

Hearing the door jingle, Obito glances to it and scowls. “Finally.”

“Sorry, sorry...had a small errand come up I couldn’t say no to,” Kakashi offers in way of excuses as he sits atop the stool beside his friend.

“...uh huh. You know you can just tell me you’re late. The reason doesn’t really matter, it’s all bullshit half the time anyway.”

“You wound me. You think I’d lie to you?”

Obito just deadpans at him. “...do we have a job tonight, or not? Because if not, I can find better things to do than sit here drinking bottomless coffee.”

“Not feeling chipper tonight?” Kakashi asks as he rummages through a deep interior coat pocket.

“Not really, no. There’s never enough caffeine before running a job with you.”

“Ha,” is the dry reply as he finally fishes out what he’s looking for. “Got a tip about a seedy place downtown said to be up to no good.”

“What kind of no good?” Obito asks, watching as Kakashi sets down a manilla envelope, from which he starts fetching documents and pictures.

“Harvesting organs kind of no good.”

Obito’s nose immediately wrinkles. “...human, or…?”

“Nightwalker. Maybe some humans on the side, but this operation appears to be focusing primarily on non-human trade. Quite a few in-the-know humans - and even some Nightwalkers - believe in that hocus-pocus bogey crap. You know, like...a vampire’s liver will help you live longer, or if you want to up your sex life, you grate some -”

“Okay okay - I get it,” Obito cuts in, grimacing. “So it’s like...natural medicines and such? Like rare animal parts, but...Nightwalkers.”

“Mhm. Nasty business. A lot of innocent Nightwalkers end up butchered, packaged, and auctioned off in the black markets. Enforcers do their best to shut these kinds of places down, but as soon as you bust one ring, another pops up to take its place. Like damn roaches,” Kakashi mutters. “While I can’t confirm it, I suspect I lost some acquaintances growing up to these real monsters. Kids would just...vanish off the street. And that never meant anything good.”

“Well...I guess that’s why we’re around,” Obito replies, looking over the pictures. A few are of a building’s exterior, one or two of an interior, and others of confiscated organs, limbs, and even an entire body with an empty torso, already harvested. “...fuck, that’s nasty.”

“Yeah, hence why you and I are going to tear this place apart.”

“Just the two of us?”

“It’s still a small operation, just a handful of runners and one actual mortician. But that’s part of why it’s been handed to us.”

Obito perks a curious brow.

“She’s like you.”

His face then goes slack in surprise. “...what?”

“Mhm. Thing is, we’re not sure how yet, just that she is. Which makes her especially dangerous for any Nightwalker to confront.”

“...so you’re leaving that to me, instead.”

“You have the best odds. Your control over space and time gives you an edge I’ll never have. Sure, I’ve got good senses and sharp teeth, but if she’s got any skill in Taming, those won’t be any use to me.” Kakashi then gives his friend a serious look. “...she could even turn me against you.”

“I know...but she’d have to be pretty damn strong to do that.”

“Still, it’s not something we can risk. So I’ll be handling the runners and making sure none get away. You will take on the witch.”

“Don’t have to make it sound like such a dirty word, you know. You might offend me.”

Putting the intel away, Kakashi just chuckles. “I don’t think it’s possible to offend you. You’re already an ex-Hunter on the run from your clan, working with your mortal enemy to help save more of your mortal enemies. You’ve got no shame, Obito Uchiha.”

That earns a grin, deepening the scars on his face. “You make it sound so epic, like I had to fight my way out of their den. As if any other Uchiha will ever find me, let alone take me out. Besides, the only reason they’d really care is because of my blood.”

“Well, still. You’re about as much of a runaway mutt as I am now, hm?” The werewolf gives a grin as he pulls down the kerchief he keeps over his face, showing off wolfish teeth. “A witch and a wolf. Orphans, runaways, vigilantes. Maybe it is a little epic, hm?”

Obito just snorts. “So, where is this place?”

“Red light district. Easier to pull off shady business that way. But there’s no hiding all that blood from a nose like mine, even with all the other smells going on. Been casing it for two weeks now. I think we’re ready.”

“Then let’s get going. I’m going to lose what edge this coffee gave me before too long. Then you’ll have to deal with post-caffeine crankiness.”

“Think I’d rather face the witch than that.”

The pair leave the diner behind, hopping into Kakashi’s rather aged ride. The nighttime hours mean there’s little traffic, so the drive is relatively short.

“So...how best to do this…” Obito muses.

“I figured I go in first and scatter them. The runners will, well...run. I’ll chase. And you come in behind and make sure the witch doesn’t escape. Try and catch her if you can, but you’re clear to kill her if that’s simpler. Better guarantee her dead than risk her escaping if it comes down to it.”

“Got it.” From his shirtfront Obito pulls a mask, slipping it over his face as they abandon the car along the curb. Long-coated men give them furtive glances, women with sultry eyes clearly trying to catch their attention.

“All right...ready? This is the place,” Kakashi offers as they step in front of what claims to be a cigar shop: the front for the real business down below.

“Sure, just one question. If she does Tame you, what do I do?”

“...well, you’ll just have to take her down before I rip out your throat,” Kakashi replies simply.

“Can’t I just Tame you first?”

“That’ll just slow me down, since I’ll have your will and impulses nagging at me. Besides, she could still try and wrest control, remember?”

“...right. Sorry, haven’t seen another witch in a hot minute.”

The wolf just nods, easing open the door to the shop. A scrawny, twitchy man behind the counter shoots upright. “Here for a smoke, mister?”

“You could say that,” Kakashi replies, hands in his coat pockets and mouth hidden behind his kerchief. “I’m here for something a bit more exotic than a Cuban, if you catch my drift.”

That only seems to make the guy twitchier. “That’s downstairs...and I’ll have to frisk you first. Safety and all that, right? Some people’ll kill for this stuff.”

“Oh, I’m aware.” Stepping up, Kakashi gives the fabric over his face a tug, revealing a grin. “And some others will kill to stop it.”

Eyes widening, the guy freezes for a moment too long before attempting to bolt.

The key word being attempting.

In a blink, Kakashi’s a wolf the size of his car, leaping over the counter and pinning jaws around the junkie’s throat. Any cry he might’ve offered is immediately silenced, but the loud thump is likely still telling.

Glancing back, Kakashi gives a jerk of his head that clearly says, “Get going!” before shouldering his way through a back door in search of more lackeys.

Grinning beneath his facade, Obito slips down the stairs leading to the building’s underside...and just as he does, a scream starts, and is then abruptly stopped.

In spite of himself, he feels his heart leap up his throat. Shit, sounds like they’re literally processing someone right now. Which means a life is on the line. Snarling, he streaks down the rest of the stairs and barrels through a door.

Behind is a rather makeshift operating room. A cot supports a body, a rather pointless privacy screen nearby as a bright, dead light bares the entire scene in a staunch, unfeeling glow. Monitors, machines, tools, and waiting coolers litter the place. One human startles with a yelp, clearly just a body to get item A to point B.

But over her shoulder, a woman gives Obito a cold glance. Heartless eyes of amethyst stare out from beneath a blade-cut black fringe. A surgical mask covers the bottom half of her face, midnight hair caught up in a tail.

The latex gloves on her hands are bloody.

“Sorry lady, but your medical license has been revoked,” Obito declares, hidden behind his own mask. “Seems you’ve been caught in a malpractice suit! Now, you can either come quietly...or I’ll just give you a taste of your own medicine…!”

Glancing to her cohort, the woman demands, “Get what we’ve got out of here. Now.”

Not needing to be told twice, the man swipes a cooler and bolts for it.

“Don’t worry, he won’t get far - my partner has a nose like a bloodhound,” Obito chimes.

But he’s largely ignored as she strips off her gloves, apron, and mask. “And what special attributes do you possess?” she instead asks, facing him fully. “Depending on what it is, I can get a pretty penny for your parts.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see!” Striking a mocking pose, he doesn’t move as she takes up a scalpel, throwing it directly at his chest.

It sails right through and clatters against the concrete wall of the basement.

“...space and time, it seems,” his opponent muses. “So, you’re not a monster...you’re like me.”

“You know my secret power, so...seems only fair you tell me yours, y‘know.”

“You really want to know…? Very well, I’ll tell you.” The woman holds up a hand. “My touch is necrotic. One little brush, and you’ll start rotting. So it’s only sensible I deal in death.”

“Ooh…! Then I’ll just have to make sure you don’t touch me! The ultimate game of tag!” He strikes another pose, persona in full tilt. “Try and catch me~!”

The space beneath the shop, however, is hardly ideal for a fight. As the woman does her best to dodge and reach through the clutter of medical equipment, Obito activates and disables his magic at will to simply evade her. He’ll tucker her out a bit, and then see about subduing her.

...or, that was his plan. But after a scant few minutes, it seems she realizes her handicap. And with a spark, she shatters the light and leaves them in darkness.

Obito fumbles for a moment before realizing she’s already fled. “Aw, man!”

“Oi, Obito!”

“Down here!”

Making his way down a few steps, Kakashi cusses at the darkness and pulls out his phone, light on. “Where’s the mortician?”

“Gave me the slip.”

“What?!”

“But I think there’s someone alive down here! Bring your light!”

“We should -!”

“We’ll catch up with her again later. For now we gotta get this guy loose!”

Realizing he can’t change the Uchiha’s mind, Kakashi joins him, dodging scattered supplies. “Jeez, you sure made enough of a mess…”

“Hey, that was all her! I didn’t touch anything!” Literally. Approaching the cot, Obito and Kakashi both freeze at what they see.

Shifted, a body lies atop the cot, chest rapidly rising and falling in panic. A gag keeps them silent, cuffs restraining all four limbs. But rather than arms...they have wings. And their legs are half-scaled and backward. Grey eyes are wide and staring in terror, flickering between the two of them.

“...harpy,” Kakashi murmurs once he realizes what he’s looking at.

“Why is she -?”

“Look.” He gestures to her bonds. Pinning her limbs in place, they have needles embedding into her flesh. “Silver. Keeps a Nightwalker in whatever state they’re in upon contact. She must make them Shift to get the organs in the state she wants…”

Watching the woman’s face, Obito hisses, “Enough! We need to get her the hell out of here, now!”

Chastised, Kakashi starts releasing her bonds.

“Don’t worry, we’re here to get you out, not...hurt you,” Obito offers, feeling a bit awkward. While plumage hides the more sensitive parts of her body, she’s still very much nude. The sooty-spotted white feathers make him think of those owls way up north...must be what she is.

...he sort of wants to touch them but that feels highly inappropriate.

“There,” Kakashi mutters once the last latch gives way, untying the gag and letting her gasp for air. “Can you Shift back?”

Rather than reply, she struggles to sit up with an ear-splitting screech, feathered and scaled limbs alike flailing in panic. Talons sweep dangerously close to them both.

“Whoa, whoa! Easy lady, we’re not -!”

Ducking around behind her, Obito manages to pin her ‘arms’ to her side, his own wrapped around her torso. “I told you, we’re here to help! We’re Enforcers!”

Well, sort of.

At his words, she slowly stops her movement, breath rapid in exertion. Obito keeps his hold, feeling her eventually go slack.

“...I-I…?”

“You’re safe now,” Kakashi assures her, hands lifted placatingly. “It’s going to be okay, miss. But...we can’t take you out of here looking like that. There’s humans up there.”

“She probably needs a minute to calm down, first,” Obito mutters. “Go find her a coat or something to put on, will you?”

“Coat, right, okay. Hold on.” Handing Obito his phone, Kakashi makes his way back upstairs.

Obito then very awkwardly releases his hold. “...sorry, I...didn’t want you to hurt anyone.”

She brings her limbs up around herself, looking entirely unsteady. “It...it’s okay. I didn’t...mean to -?”

“You had every right to panic.” She was about to be butchered like a hog, after all. “But we’re here to help.”

“You’re...really Enforcers…?”

Lifting a hand, Obito removes the mask over his face now that the trouble is over. “Pretty much. Long story, but...we help Nightwalkers who need it. You’re safe with us.”

She studies his face, worry and sorrow plain on her own. “But, you...you’re a…?”

“Yeah, uh...another long story.” He itches his neck idly. “All that matters now is that I’m on your side. I’m Obito, by the way.”

“...Ryū,” she murmurs in reply after a pause. “Thank you, for...for saving me. I thought I was going to die, and be cut into p-pieces…” As the reality sinks in, her eyes well with tears. “I-I -!”

“You’re safe now. And we’re going to find the woman who did this, and make sure she never hurts anyone else.”

Hearing the menace in his tone, Ryū glances aside somberly.

He wants to say something, anything to cheer her up. There’s something that really gnaws at him to see her looking like that. But before he can, Kakashi returns down the stairs with another flashlight. “Found a second hand shop still open and got her some clothes. No idea if they’ll fit, but better than nothing.”

Obito sheepishly looks away as Kakashi hands the garments over, letting her change in peace. When he turns back, she’s fully human again: no more feathers, and dressed in a simple pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Even without her greyscale owl form, her hair is still white, and her eyes that same shocking silver.

“We’ve got a safehouse for people like you,” Kakashi offers. “You can stay there for as long as you want, until you feel safe to go home.”

“Thank you...will I have to stay there alone…?”

The men exchange a glance. “...we really should go after that woman,” the wolf offers. “But maybe we need some backup. Did you learn her powers?”

“Necrotic touch. Nasty business,” Obito replies.

“Ha, how fitting. Well, I’ll report back and see if we can get any reinforcements. You take her back to the safehouse and make sure no one gives her any trouble. Take the car, I’ll go on foot.”

Nodding, Obito catches the keys and helps Ryū up the stairs to the shop above. “Anything I can get you in the meantime? You want anything to eat, or drink?”

“...I guess I am sort of hungry...I’ve been here at least a day. There were…” She grimaces. “...others she killed before she got to me…”

“All right...we’ll get some takeout and you can eat at the safehouse.”

One drive-through stop later, Obito pulls up to the house in question. It’s at the end of a quiet human neighborhood. They’ve never had any trouble...yet. Ryū follows him in with many a wary glance of their surroundings, eating silently as she perches on a couch.

Obito, in the meantime, sends Kakashi a text confirming their arrival. Odds are he won’t reply for a while - business takes time. “There’s a few rooms you can choose from to sleep in, if you want to stay that long.”

“Thank you…”

Seeing her still looking withdrawn, Obito nibbles the scar on his lip before deciding to sit on the cushion beside her, giving her space. “So, uh...got anyone you need to contact?”

“...no,” is her soft reply. “Not really. I’ll...call my workplace in the morning. What should I tell them…?”

“The truth, but only as much as you feel safe revealing. You were kidnapped, rescued by some officers, and will be back after a doc ensures you’re able.”

She snorts. “...the irony is, I work at a medical clinic.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, I’m a nurse.”

“And no one’s ever…?”

“Not yet. I know it’s risky to work with humans, but...I have to make a living somehow. And my mom was involved in medicine, so...it felt right. I like helping people.”

“Then I’m sure they’ll understand. I can talk to them, if you need proof.”

“Well, we’ll see. Hopefully they’ll just believe me. I’ve been really good about absences up until now, so...they should know this isn’t usual for me.”

Obito eyes her as she fiddles with her empty cup. “...I’ll admit, you’re handling this really well.”

That gets her to look up. “...do you...often save anyone from places like that?”

Obito hesitates. “...not really. Usually it’s...already done.”

Fear flickers in her eyes. “...o-oh…”

“But I’m glad we got there in time.”

“...me too. It...it was horrible…” She brings her legs up, hugging her knees. “It constantly smelled like blood. And the screaming was...was beyond words, I-I can’t begin to describe it. She would keep them alive as long as she could…” Tears escape her eyes, expression wavering. “...how could anyone d-do that…? We’re not monsters, we’re just...people! People who are different!”

Sighing, Obito murmurs, “Some people just hate what’s different. What they can’t understand...unless they can profit from it. Others are just cruel. No real reason.”

“...can I...ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you...help us? Nightwalkers, I mean. I-I’ve always heard that witches hate us. That a lot of them work with Hunters to exterminate us…”

At that, Obito hesitates. “...I...was raised in a Hunter clan. Then they figured out what I was, and fast tracked my progress. But on my first mission, I...met Kakashi. And I figured out real quick that the things they taught us were mostly lies. Nightwalkers aren’t monsters...we were monsters for killing innocent people just for being different. I couldn’t abide by it, so...I left. And now I do vigilante work for the Senators with Kakashi. It’s difficult, and doesn’t pay well...but we’re doing good work, even if most would say otherwise.”

Ryū watches him as he speaks, still curled up on her cushion. “...well...I’m glad someone like you is helping us. It’s nice to know that not all humans want us dead.”

“Not all humans are bad, just like not all Nightwalkers are either. Most of us are just in the middle trying to get by.”

“Mm…” As the night finally catches up with her and a full belly weighs her down, Ryū looks ready to drift off. And before Obito can ask if she wants to head to a bed, she goes limp and just...slumps against his side.

He immediately stiffens, unsure what to do. Surely she shouldn’t rest here! But...what if he wakes her up trying to move her?

Eventually he debates himself so long he just...decides to do nothing, sitting as a living pillow for her to sleep on. If Kakashi sees this he’ll never hear the end of it, but…

Slowly, he lets himself relax. He can feel her breath on his arm, her cheek resting against his shoulder. She looks so much more at ease, now.

...she’s actually pretty cute…

Banishing the thought and going pink, Obito just settles in for what might be a long rest of his night. While it wasn’t a perfect mission, at least they got someone out alive. It’s not often a task like this has any sort of happy ending.

It’s a nice change of pace.

     Day two! And right into the thick of not-nice subjects xD I have GREATLY missed writing this verse so I indulged myself =w= That and Meg brought it up on Discord the other day so...it was fresh in my mind, ahaha~      Poor Ryū...will I ever be nice to her in my fics? Probably not :’D There’s been a lot of depressing stuff in the pieces so far but that’s just how life be for her kjdfhjgh I’m terrible.       Also vigilante team Obito and Kakashi gives me life. TECHNICALLY in canon nightwalkers only women can be witches, but...well, it fits Obito too well xD And it’s MY canon so I’ll bend it how I see fit, heh heh.      But I guess that’s it for this one! Thaaanks for reading!