#I did get another suggestion for a Werepire ficlet and I really wanna do that one too so.... | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

Not too good at suggestions, but how about for the werepire au we take a look at Stan and Angie getting along when they first met, and maybe them confessing to each other that they aren't human?

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You want it, you got it. Enjoy some Stan and Angie initial interactions.

Word count: 1352

Stan tossed the clothes he’dstolen from Walmart at Angie.

“Here,” he grunted.

“Thank you,” Angie said quietly. Stan looked over at her. When he’d woken up this afternoon, only tosee that the wolf he’d found last night had turned into a nude woman, he’d beenfrustrated beyond belief. It didn’t helpthat she only remembered her first name. He’d hoped that she was a vampire like him. Maybe someone that he could commiserate with. But she wasn’t.

Angie, wrapped up in a blanket,looked through the clothes, her cheeks flushed a slight pink. A few strands of caramel-colored hair dangledin front of her face. She tucked thehair behind her ear. Stan looked away,suddenly realizing he was staring.

“So,” Stan said. He cleared his throat. “Did, uh, did you remember where you’re from?”

“No.” Stan could practically feel the anxietycoming off Angie in waves. “I don’tremember a thing.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Angie sighed heavily. “I’m- I’m not sure what to do now.” Stan clenched his hands into fists.

Don’t do it, Stan. Don’t. She’s a grown woman. She can take care of herself. She doesn’t need help from a homeless vampire.

“I guess I’ll- uh, maybe I’ll tryto take a bus somewhere,” Angie continued. “Not- not sure where. Arkansas? California?”

“One of those is a good option,the other one isn’t,” Stan said. “Why thehell would anyone wanna go to Arkansas?”

“…I don’t know,” Angie whispered. She sniffed loudly. “Than- thank you fer- fer yer help. I ‘ppreciate it.” Her voice was choked up. She was clearly struggling to hold backtears. Stan sighed.

Fuckit.

“Look.” Stan took a seat on the grimy motel bed. Angie looked at him, a few stray tearsshining on her cheeks. “If- if you wannago going, try to figure stuff out, you can. But…” Stan grimaced. “You can come with me, if you want.”

“I’d- I’d hate to impose,” Angiesaid quietly. She twisted the blanket inher hands.

“I’m not gonna try to convinceyou that it’s fine,” Stan said. “Ialready told you.” After a moment, Angienodded.

“If- if yer fine with that, I’ll-I’d like to- to come with ya.”

“Okay.” Stan got up. “Get dressed, then. We’ve gottabounce tonight.”

“Isn’t checkout usually in themornin’?” Angie asked, confused.

“Yeah. We’re leaving before checkout.”

“Why?”

“One word, toots,” Stan said. “Money.” Angie frowned. “If you’re notcomfortable with stealing things or breaking the law, you’re not gonna enjoycoming with me. I’m pretty much alwaysrunning from cops.” Angie chewed her lip.

“Beats wanderin’ ‘round thecountryside without any protection,” she said finally. “And on the bright side, if I get hauled infer bein’ an accomplice, the police might be able to figure out who I am.” Stan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. But they’re never gonna catch us. I’m pretty damn good.”

“Guess I’ll have to find out whoI am some other way, then,” Angie said with a shrug. A slow smile began to spread across Stan’sface.

“You’re a tough one, huh.”

“Tough as nails and twice assharp,” Angie said. She winked. Stan’s grin broadened.

“Yeah? Maybe you can prove it when we’re on theroad.” He nodded at the clothes she wasstill holding. “Get dressed. We can grab somethin’ to eat on our way outtatown.”

—–

A month later

“So that’s why when I met you,you were a giant wolf,” Stan said. Hehanded Angie a protein bar. Sitting onthe hood of the car, wrapped in the blanket Stan had stolen from the motel they’dstayed in a few weeks ago, Angie frowned.

“Yer tryin’ to tell me I’m…awerewolf? I don’t remember much ‘boutmyself, Stan, but I think I’d know if I was a werewolf.”

“Look, I saw it, okay? We were outside, I was taking a smoke break,you were trying to find constellations or whatever-”

“I remember that part,” Angiesaid, nodding. “You made fun of me, butthen I found Gemini and you got all sad.”

“I wasn’t sad,” Stan scoffed.

“Uh, yeah, ya were,” Angieretorted. Stan glared at her.

“Sometimes I wonder why I let youstick around with me.”

“I’m amazing at standin’ guardwhile ya break the law,” Angie said.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Stan leaned against the car, next to Angie. “Like I was saying, you were talking aboutstars. And then you stoppedmid-sentence. I looked at you, and youstarted growing fur all over. Next thingI knew, you were a huge-ass wolf.”

“But…werewolves aren’t real,”Angie said slowly. Stan rolled his eyes.

“That’s what people say aboutvampires. And you know I’m one of those.” Stan grinned at her, showing off his largefangs.

“That’s true.” Angie pulled the blanket closer. “I- I s’ppose it’d make sense, since I’ve gota scar that looks like a dog bit me. Butwhy can’t I remember a time before bein’ a werewolf?”

“Maybe it short-circuited yourbrain or something,” Stan suggested. He shrugged. “When I got turned, it fucked me over. I was delirious for three days straight.”

“Great,” Angie muttered. She rubbed her face. “I wonder if- if I even told my fam’ly that Igot bitten by a wolf or dog or whatever I thought it was. Y’know, before I disappeared.”

“Dunno.”

“My fam’ly…” Angie saidquietly. Stan eyed her. The first few days on the road, Angie hadbeen crying near constantly, to the point that Stan seriously considered leavingher at a gas station. The number one reasonfor her tears: the fact that she couldn’t remember her family, but also couldn’tshake the feeling that they were important to her.

Can’t really relate to that. Notanymore. Stan took a breath. No, Stan. Stop being a dick. Angie’s been great, especially for a homelessamnesiac werewolf. Try to comfort her. She’s dealing with a lot.

“I…I get it,” Stan managed. Angie looked at him. “I, um, I have a twin brother. His name’s Stanford.”

“…Stanley and Stanford?”

“Yeah. Pops wasn’t a very imaginative guy.” Stan shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ford and I had a falling out a while back,when we were still in high school. Thingswent south fast, I got kicked outta the house, spiraled, got turned into avampire, and then found you in the woods. I don’t- I don’t really think about my family being worried about me thatmuch anymore. But if I was still onspeaking terms with Ford…” Stansighed. “I’d be upset, knowing that hehad no clue where I was.”

“Why did ya have a fallin’ out?”Angie asked quietly.

“I’m not gonna get into it rightnow. It’s a long story. And we barely know each other.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that. We’ve been livin’ together fer a month.”

“Still.”

“Hmm.” Angie looked down at the unopened protein barstill in her hands. “This is my fav’riteflavor.”

“Yeah. I remembered from last time,” Stan said. Angie grinned. “It’s not like I- I went outta my way to getyou the flavor you like or whatever. Thatone was on sale.” Angie let out a barkof laughter. Stan stared at her.

I think that’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh. A smile forced its way onto his face. I kindalike it. It’s weird, like she is.

“Yer quite the character, Stan,”Angie said. “Never thought I’d meet avampire who cared so much about people, but felt like he had to hide it all thetime.” She paused. “Never thought I’d meet a vampire, period.”

“Yeah, well.” Stan shrugged. “I aim to impress.” Angie leaned over. She planted a small kiss on his cheek.

“You succeed.” She slid off the hood of the car, leaving theblanket and protein bar behind. “I’mgoin’ to use the bathroom real quick ‘fore we head out.” Angie strolled into the gas station, humming. Stan watched her leave. The heat from the kiss spread throughout hisface.

It was the warmest he’d felt inyears.