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unusualtfs · 1 month ago

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Marvelous Corruption: Captain America

heads up, this story contains lib to con tf as its main focus, so you might want to skip this one if that's not your thing. as a disclaimer, this story is in no way intended as a glorification or endorsement of conservatism or the republican party! that being said, i hope you enjoy the ride...

Crazed cultists weren’t the types of enemies the Avengers typically fought, Steve Rogers mused as he battled his way through waves of hooded henchmen, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. Apparently this particular cult was worryingly close to summoning an actual demon, so it fell on Captain America to put an end to their plans. Not just Captain America, too — Iron Man, the Hulk, and Thor himself were there as well, racing to the center of the complex to stop the ritual before it was too late.

Sometimes Steve missed the relative simplicity of his original time. Sure, the 21st century had smartphones and polio vaccines, but it also had alien invasions and, apparently, demon summonings. But he didn’t let those thoughts distract him as he threw his shield out in front of him, clearing the path forward.

Eventually, the four superheroes reached the central chamber, where numerous cultists chanted in front of a glowing red pentagram.

“Hey Cap, look at that — a star inside a circle. I think these guys are trying to steal your style,” Tony quipped before leaping into battle, the rest of them following suit.

Steve had thought the battle was going well, but just before he slammed his shield into the last cultist standing, the circle on the floor flared with blinding light, forcing the Avengers to avert their eyes. When they were able to look again, they were faced with the sight of a muscular man with ruby-red skin and hair vaguely shaped like devil horns. Steve’s first thought was that the hair was a little on the nose. His second was that they had failed to stop the ritual.

“Mephisto,” Thor growled. Evidently, the Norse god recognized this demon. Still, he made no move against him, instead idly swinging his hammer in his hand — perhaps he was waiting to see what Mephisto would do.

“Indeed, it is I,” Mephisto said with a flourish. “And you foolish Avengers have fallen right into my trap!”

Steve tensed, ready to leap back into action, but the demon just continued standing there.

“Uh, is anyone else not seeing the trap?” Iron Man said. “Because gonna be honest, I’m not feeling too trapped right now.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve saw Thor slightly shaking his head. The four heroes stood there, wary of what the demon was planning, but it wasn’t long before the Hulk apparently had enough. With a mighty roar, he charged at Mephisto, aiming a green fist directly at his red face.

Moments before impact, Mephisto did something, and Hulk’s clenched fist stopped inches away from its target, surrounded by a faint crimson aura. Steve moved to assist his teammate, but found to his chagrin that he too was frozen in place — as were Iron Man and Thor. He struggled and strained, but it was no use. Despite the super strength granted to him by the serum, he was powerless against the demon’s occult magic.

“My, such anger! Such violence!” Mephisto taunted. “For all that you claim to fight for good, there is evil in your hearts, Avengers. Such beautiful darkness…”

Fear slowly crept into the back of Steve’s mind. Whatever this guy’s deal was, he might be too much for the four of them to handle, he realized.

Mephisto continued his monologue. “Why not embrace the dark? If you let the corruption take hold, you’ll be rewarded with pleasures unimaginable. In fact…” An eerie smile spread across the demon’s face. “…By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be positively eager to cast aside all that useless morality.”

Steve couldn’t abide by this. “You’re wrong!” he growled, struggling to overcome the immobilizing enchantment. “We’ll never give in to you!”

Mephisto turned to look directly at him, and Steve felt those demonic eyes boring into him. “Ah, Steve Rogers. Captain America himself. You’ll enjoy this process the most, in the end.” Steve felt a renewed sense of foreboding as Mephisto’s sickly smile grew wider. “After all, the brighter the light… the darker the shadow. As you’re about to find out.”

Quickly, the demon muttered an incantation as he aimed a burst of crackling red energy directly at Steve. He only got a brief glimpse of the horrified faces of his friends before his surroundings shifted impossibly around him. Although he remained stuck in place, he felt himself falling faster and faster, until eventually the world around him stabilized. Suddenly released from the spell, he stumbled forward and warily examined his new surroundings.

It looked like he was in an office, and a fancy one at that. In the center was an ornate mahogany desk neatly outfitted with stationary and all manner of documents, accompanied by an expensive-looking leather chair behind it. It was flanked on both sides by large bookshelves filled with books and binders of varying thickness. The office was decorated in a way that clearly indicated the owner’s immense wealth, from the exquisite rug on the floor to the opulent paintings placed tastefully on the walls. Currently, the far side of the room was covered by velvet curtains, which Steve opened to reveal a large floor-to-ceiling window. Through it, the Capitol Building could be seen, and much further in the distance, the Washington Monument.

“I’m in Washington?” Steve muttered. “Why would he bring me here?”

It didn’t matter, he decided. He’d simply exit the office and navigate to one of the Avengers’ safehouses. Hopefully his teammates could handle themselves without him. But that plan quickly ran into a fatal error: the door was locked. It refused to budge no matter how hard Steve jiggled the doorknob, much to his consternation. What kind of door couldn’t be unlocked from the inside?

Well, it was no matter. He’d tried doing things the easy way, so it was time for the slightly less easy way. Holding his shield in front of him, he braced himself, sent a mental apology to whoever owned this office, and then charged full steam ahead at the locked door. He expected it to fly right off its hinges, no match for his super soldier strength. Instead, it stayed stubbornly put, sending waves of pain through his arm as his shield crashed futilely into it.

Befuddled, Steve looked down and clenched his fists. How had that not worked? How had he met his match in a simple door? But that was when he noticed something odd. His gloves had disappeared, fully exposing his hands. And his hands…

Steve gasped. Before his very eyes, his hands seemed to be aging, piling on years of wear and tear every second. As if he was watching a timelapse, he could only stand there in horror as a patchwork of veins and arteries became visible over newly wrinkled skin. Before he knew it, his hands had become gnarled and leathery. These weren’t the hands of a superhero in the prime of his life. These were the hands of an old man.

Shocked, he stumbled over to the window, dreading what he’d see reflected back at him. He tore off his helmet and threw it aside, not noticing that it faded into nonexistence before ever touching the ground. Sure enough, the face he was greeted with was vastly different from the one he’d woken up with. Oh, his facial features were all the same, but they were now accompanied by a wide array of forehead creases, crow’s feet, frown lines, and more. Every type of wrinkle one could imagine was now present on Steve’s face. Making matters worse, as he gazed into the window, he could see his hairline rapidly thinning and receding like an ebbing tide. Concurrently, his blond hair was being shot through with gray; soon enough, it had become entirely silver.

That was enough for Steve to start panicking. What had that demon, Mephisto, done to him? Had he extracted the super soldier serum from his body, made it so that the years spent under the ice were finally catching up to him? Would he soon be nothing but a frail old man? He felt his legs beginning to quake from the stress, so he quickly collapsed into the nearest thing he could find: that leather office chair.

As if a switch had flipped within him, Steve felt himself calming the moment he came into contact with the chair. It was a heavenly feeling, the way the soft leather hugged his ass, allowing him to sink into it the perfect amount for maximum comfort. That comfort paved the way for his next changes as an insulating layer of fat rippled into being all across his body. It started with where he was sprawled in the chair, with his back sagging under its own weight and his ass becoming as soft and cushioned as the chair itself. From there, it spread to his arms and legs, which threatened to burst out of his superhero gear due to their newfound width. His hands grew meaty with fat, larger now than they’d ever been. His torso was blessed with the presence of his newfound flabby moobs and perfectly round musclegut. Finally, the fat reached his face, framing his square jaw with stately jowls. He should have been freaking out, but strangely, he found he didn’t mind the changes. Enjoyed them, actually. His muscular figure hadn’t disappeared — he could still feel its power underneath the added weight — it had just been enhanced. He may be turning into an old man, but with his physique, no one would ever think of him as frail, he thought with no small satisfaction.

Strangely, the sense of comfort was beginning to extend beyond the chair to encompass the entire room. The office felt strangely familiar to Steve, and he wondered if he’d been in here before. It certainly felt like somewhere he’d spent a lot of time in — as if it was his base of operations, his seat of power, almost. Was that weird to think? No, he didn’t think so. The more he considered it, the more he could distinctly remember fielding calls and hunching over legal text in here.

Lost in his reminiscence, he didn’t register anything abnormal when the color began to fade from his uniform, becoming monochrome — pure white above his waist, pure black below. His clothes were changing in other ways, too. His pants weren’t designed to hug his no-longer-muscular form anymore; instead, they became black slacks that hid how his fat legs jiggled whenever he moved. They were soon joined by spotless leather dress shoes and a belt with a simple, but elegant, buckle. Meanwhile, his upper half was soon covered by a perfectly ironed white dress shirt, and that was soon covered by a woolen black suit jacket. A tie in matching black whipped into existence, wrapping itself around his collar to form a perfect Windsor knot. Finally, his shirt tucked itself into his pants, beautifully framing his round belly in the most flattering way possible. Steve couldn’t help but love the sensation of his belt buckle digging into his belly. It made him feel masculine. Powerful.

Speaking of power, something shifted within him as the strength granted to him by the serum was redirected toward a different purpose. His physical capabilities were diminished to the level of an ordinary man of his musculature — which was still far greater than average, but nothing more. But he was still just as powerful as ever. It was just that now, he used his power in subtler ways. Beating up bad guys morphed in his mind into humiliating his opponents every six years. Motivating his teammates with inspiring speeches shifted into winning the support of skeptical voters with empty promises and divisive rhetoric. People looking at him in admiration transformed into people gazing upon him in fear and envy — a change that made him swell with pride. Somehow, these new memories were so much more pleasurable than his old ones, so he embraced the new ones.

Steve didn’t even stop to question where these memories had come from, as the more he thought about it, the more he realized he already knew the answers. After all, he couldn’t have served in the Senate for this long without becoming a master of the game. Coming up on the end of his seventh full term, he had seen it all, and he had thrived in this world of smoke-filled rooms and underhanded deals that weaker men recoiled from. He had rapidly climbed the ranks, going from backbencher status to national prominence in no time at all, aided by his ruthlessness and total lack of morals. His appearance was swiftly updated to match his newfound personality, as his face became capable of exactly two expressions only: a mean, unpleasant scowl, and an arrogant smirk. Meanwhile, a golden Rolex appeared on his wrist, and he fondled it lovingly — it was just one of the many “gifts” he’d been given over the years in exchange for his full-throated support for one bill or another.

But as much as his cutthroat personality had helped him gain power, it was ultimately his ideology that endeared him to his colleagues. After all, without their support, Steve could never have become the Republican leader in the Senate. Selfish, conservative ideals rushed into Steve’s head like a tidal wave, drowning out any previous convictions he’d held beforehand. With them came even more memories, which felt more real — and more pleasurable — than ever.

He remembered voting against expanding healthcare, because he’d used the payout from the insurance lobby to buy a second summer home in the Hamptons. He remembered voting to fund increased coal mining and fracking operations, because it would be so much better for his stock portfolio that way. He remembered railing against the immigrants and the queers on the Senate floor, frothing with rage, because they weren’t real Americans, not like him.

He remembered all this, because he was no longer Steve Rogers… He was…

Wait, no!

For a brief second, his old identity reasserted itself. He wasn’t some curmudgeonly, conservative politician; he was Captain America, dammit! Desperately, he held on tight to the very pillars that formed the core of his identity as Steve Rogers: his childhood growing up in Brooklyn, his time spent fighting HYDRA in World War II, his commitment to looking out for the little guy, his loyalty to the American ideals of liberty and justice. But all of those rang increasingly hollow to the man he was becoming.

Why would he have fond memories of Brooklyn? He was a real American, born and raised in a small Missouri town — he felt nothing but contempt for that woke shithole, he thought as his hairline receded an inch farther.

How could he have fought in World War II? That was decades too late for him, and in any case HYDRA was small potatoes next to the real threat — communism. As he mentally reaffirmed his commitment to his rancid ideologies, the wrinkles on his face deepened by another year.

Why would he look out for the little guy? Unlike the so-called “little guy,” he had worked hard to reach his station in life, and he saw no problem with doing whatever it took to maintain his place at the top of the pyramid. Freed from the burden of caring for others, his greed and ego reached new heights, causing another pound of fat to be piled onto his portly frame.

And as for liberty and justice? He scoffed and cast them aside, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over him as he did so. That wasn’t the America he believed in. No, his America was one that revolved around himself, one that allowed him to line his pockets and ascend the ranks of power while closing the door on anyone who wanted to reach those same heights. Reacting to this redefined America, the shield that had served him so well in his life as Captain America floated into the air and flung itself at him. By the time it reached him, though, it was no longer a shield, but a small metal American flag pin attached to his lapel.

But still, throughout all this, a small piece of Steve remained within the new, old man, fighting desperately to hold on against the barrage of corrupt conservatism. Despite everything, he refused to give in to the alluring pleasure that tormented him. But then a familiar voice made itself known in his head.

“See Steve Rogers, didn’t I say you’d enjoy this? Like I said, the brightest lights produce the darkest shadows,” Mephisto said. “And your shadow is dark, indeed. Don’t you think it’s time to embrace it? Embrace him?” His voice lowered to a seductive purr. “You don’t have to fight it. Tell me you want it, and it will be yours.”

Steve tried to shut the demon out of his head, but his words echoed in his mind. Combining with his memories of life as an unscrupulous politician and his immaculate clothes and his fancy office and his burly old man physique, it all coalesced into a cascade of pleasurable pressure. He tried to resist. He tried to want to resist. But…

His wealth. His power. His personality. His body. The temptation was too much for Steve to bear. “Yes!” he shouted desperately. “Yes, I want this!”

And that was all Mephisto needed to hear.

Finally, his identity as Steve Rogers detached itself fully, unable to hold on in the wake of the corruption he was experiencing and embodying. He gleefully cast his old self aside. He wasn’t Steve Rogers, not anymore. No, the old man thought triumphantly as he allowed his new personality and memories to settle into their rightful places, he was someone far superior. He was Senator Roger Stephenson.

Roger breathed deeply, satisfied, as he grounded himself in his new life. Not that he had ever experienced another one, he thought as he mentally went over his biography.

Roger had been born in 1943 — ironically on the very day his former self would have received the serum if he hadn’t been deleted from reality — and many said his outdated policies hadn’t changed much since then. Consequently, he was celebrated as a hero by the American conservative movement, and equally reviled by those on the left. His approval ratings were among the lowest in the country due to his blatant corruption, and yet it was thanks to that corruption that he always won reelection comfortably. He was well-known as a slimy, cantankerous old bastard — that combined with his aggressive jingoism had earned him the moniker of “America’s Ass” — and he was proud of it.

On a whim, he turned in his chair and gazed out upon the cityscape outside, feeling a surge of intoxicating power wash over him. Sure, the President got all the press and the credit. But up here on Capitol Hill, Roger was the one in charge. He decided which bills passed and which ones failed before ever reaching the floor. His endorsement was widely coveted, and with his mountains of cash he could swing elections however he wanted. He had all of Congress, all of the country, wrapped around his fat, wrinkled finger.

Speaking of which, he took a glance at his schedule for the day. This afternoon alone, his office would be visited by a couple of junior lawmakers, a team of auto industry lobbyists, and even a foreign dignitary or two. All of them were coming to grovel at his feet for his support, and he would give it to them… so long as it enabled him to garner more wealth, more influence, more power. To do so was his god-given right as an American.

Roger smirked. God bless America, indeed.

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polizwrites · 1 year ago

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Once Bitten, Not Shy

This is a Mature-rated fill for today’s @stonyauniverse prompt combo: Werewolf AU + Scenting (implied sexual content, no smut within the story itself)

Tony was no stranger to rough sex, but last night’s encounter had tested both his endurance and pain tolerance in exciting and pleasurable ways. Sure, his thighs and hips ached and his ass was sore as hell, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret having hooked up with the hunky blond, especially if he were the kind of guy Tony suspected he was.

Cracking an eye open, he saw that said hunk was already awake and giving him a concerned look. “Hi,” Tony rasped out.

“Listen, um, Tony, I’m so sorry,” his companion blurted out.

Tony carefully levered himself up on his elbows, suppressing a wince. “For what? Steve …it is Steve, right?” Steve nodded, his face a picture of guilt. “Steve, last night was amazing.”

He glanced down at his body, littered with bites, scratches and patches of beard burn. “Sure, you got a little … enthusiastic … but as long as they’re all covered by a dress shirt, we’re golden.” After all, he had an important presentation first thing Monday morning.

Steve’s expression brightened slightly, but there was still a bit of a hangdog look on his face - so to speak - so Tony tried to ease the conversation around to confirm his suspicions. “The whole sticking your face in my armpits was a little unexpected… and did you lick me clean at some point?”

Steve’s face went bright red. “ It’s because I’m a werewolf,” he coughed.

“Say that again?”

“I’m a werewolf, okay?” Steve ran a hand through his hair, which looked longer and thicker than it had the night before. “Hell, I shouldn’t even be in the city right now. I’ve got a cabin out near the Pine Barrens where I go for, you know,” he held up his fingers to make air quotes, ‘my time of the month’. But when I saw you at the club last night I just…”

He trailed off and Tony jumped in, pulse racing, “Had to make me yours?” This hookup had just gotten a hell of a lot more interesting. “That explains quite a bit, sunshine.” He winked. “Looking for some company?”

“That’s….” Steve replied, clearly taken aback, “that’s not a good idea.”

“Why? Do you turn into a mindless, slavering beast with an unquenchable thirst for human blood?”

“Of course not!” Steve shot back. “But, I do, you know, change.” He threw his hands up in the air. “I get bigger, a lot hairier, I grow claws and, you know,” he sketched out the shape of a snout in front of his face. “Plus it’s a lot harder to keep my emotions – and desires – in check.”

“If you’re trying to talk me out of all this, it’s not working,” Tony grinned. “You’re talking to someone who read Little Red Riding Hood and had a sexual awakening. Big ears and sharp teeth are a hell of a turn on for me.”

“You’re kidding,” Steve exclaimed. “Just look what I did to you, and I haven’t even shifted yet!”

“I never kid when it comes to sexual pleasure, my lycanthropic lover.” Tony replied with a smirk. “To be fair, I wasn’t prepared this time around. How about this - I give you my number and you call me in, say three and a half weeks. I start megadosing on Vitamin E and double up on yoga sessions and we go from there.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Steve asked softly. Tony reached up and caressed his bearded cheek in reply.

“Yeah, I am. In fact, why don’t you give me a call once you’re back in town and I’ll take you to lunch?” Tony couldn’t resist tweaking Steve just a little and added, “I know a great steakhouse that specializes in extra-rare filet mignon.”

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adarkrainbow · 2 years ago

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Little Red Riding Hood: The dark roots

My professional edition of Perrault’s fairytales (by Tony Gheeraert) includes a part discussing the oral variations of the tale, and the folkloric roots of this emblemetic “AT 333″ story. Now, Tony Gheeraert uses the work of Paul Delarue in his “Le conte populaire français” - which is a title hard to describe due to French terminology for tales being different from English ones, so I would hesitate between “The French oral fairytales” and “French folktales”. Anyway it is a study of the fairytales of France in their oral, folkloric state, and he noted that, due to the immense popularity and large spread of Perrault’s version it is hard for folklorists to fnd back the “original” folktales Perrault might have taken inspiration from - most variants collected are just influenced by or copies of Perrault’s tales.

HOWEVER Paul Delarue believes he found twelve variants of the story that were “untouched” by Perrault’s tale, or that stayed faithful to the roots of the story pre-Perrault - and it is from these twelve versions that he tried to reconstruct what the fairytale might have looked like before Perrault. He also managed to identify the region where this fairytale seemingly originate: it is a geographical region that geso from the Loire river to the Tyrol, passing by norther Italy and the northern Alps. It is thanks to this “reconstruction” of the original tale that we know for example that Perrault invented the “red chaperon”, this red headwear that would become the “riding hood” of the English version. But we also know a lot about what Perrault “cut off” or did not include...

For example, the “original” tale had several episodes that were much more sexual or repulsive - and that, if Perrault knew about, cut off for decency. Two episodes in particular are prominent: the “stripping” sequence and the “meal” sequence. In the first scene, before going to bed, the girl removes her clothes one by one, asking the wolf (or the werewolf in some variations) where she should leave them. Only for the wolf to answer “Throw them in the fire, you won’t need them anymore.” This discussion is repeated for each item of clothing - the apron, the dress, the corset, the shoes... The second scene shows the wolf not devouring the grandmother whole, but puts a bit of her flesh on a plate, and her blood in a bottle. When the little girl arrives at the house, the wolf-grandma encourages her daughter to “Eat some meat” from the plate in the cupboard (well, “la huche”, which is a different item where you store food, but you get the idea) and “Drink some wine” from the bottle. The little girl accepts her grandmother’s orders - only for a cat to suddenly insult her for “eating the flesh and drinking the blood of your grandmother!” (Usually the insult goes something like “Stink, whore who eats the flesh .. !” These two episodes are notably present in “the original Little Red Riding Hood fairytale” that was presented by the Sandman comics, by Neil Gaiman - you can find my quick post about it here.

It is also pointed out that Perrault did not invent the dark and abrupt ending of the girl being devoured, and that’s it - it is one of the two typical endings of oral variations and folk-variants of the tale. The other is one where the girl survives and escapes the wolf - but it is not the Brothers Grimm’s ending. This ending, where a woodsman saves the girl and her grandmother, seems to have been an invention of the woman that told the Brothers Grimm the tale, and lifted out of a popular theater play of the time - but more about that when I’ll look into the Brothers Grimm version. The “good ending” of the French folk-variants actually are about the girl escaping the house by pretending that she needs to go to the toilet, so to speak - she claims she either has to pee or defecate, and she cannot do it in the bed, so the wolf allows her to go outside to relieve herself, but she takes this opportunity to run through the woods and return home.

Perrault also removed the typical motif of the “path of pins and path of needles”. I have talked about this prominent element of oral variations of Little Red Riding Hood here already. If you are not familiar with this: in oral variations of the story, when the wolf and the girl split path by the wolf’s injonction, the wolf asks the girl “Will you take the path of pins or the path of needles?”, and the girl answers one or another. The theory brought forward here to interpret this element is that the pins and needle refers to do different activites of women: the needles represent the work of weaving, while the pins represent ornaments and dressing up. So, the choice between those two paths could mean a “work VS play” division, or a “learning a trade VS pretty yourself up” (with possible vanity connotations?). But most importantly, the divide seems to be interpreted as choosing between the activites of a young child, and the actions of an adult woman. Though which is which stays unclear and is up for debate...

To complement that, I will bring forward the content of another book, which covers fairytale villains and how they evolve as a whole throughout children literature - and it has a little annex at the end covering the different versions of Little Red Riding Hood.

It highlighest the same differences talked about above, with a few additional elements. For example, there is here a different interpretation of the “path of pins and path of needles” : for Yvonne Verdier, these elements actually play in the sexual understones of the story. The pin is a symbol of “attachment”, that unites two things together, and thus it is a symbol of love (lovers notably exchanged pins as a gift) ; while the needle, with its hole, is a sexual symbol. And thus, this choice seems to be tied to puberty, and to the girl either having to go through the romantic road or the sexual one. Though Yvonne Verdier still highlights that this symbolism is not universal, since in several variations the name of the paths chance: “path of small stones”, “path of thorns”, “path of flowers”, “path of strawberries”... The “cannibal meal” is also evoked here, but with yet a different variation - where the wolf doesn’t encourage the girl to just eat and drink, but actually asks the girl to cook the raw meat for the supper. Finally, the escape by invoking the need to go, let’s say answer nature’s call, is also mentioned here - but with an additional element. Usually in those versions, the wolf agrees to let the girl go outside, but not before tying to herankle a thread or a piece of wool, to keep her attached to the house. However outside she ties the thread to a tree while she escapes. And here, the book precises, two more variations occur: in one the wolf only realizes too late that his prey escaped, when she is already back one. In the other the wolf notices the trick and hunts the girl down throughout the forest - the girl encounters washerwomen doing their laundry by a river and she asks for their help. They use their laundry to build a bridge above the river fo the girl to cross, but when the wolf tries to do so too, they remove the cloth, letting the beast drown in the river.

What is even more interesting is that the author of this book (Eva Barcelo-Hermant) puts in her book the oldest written version of “Little Red Riding Hood” she could find, which is a text of 1020, published in Latin by Egbert de Liège. It is a tale called “De Puella a Lupellis Servata” (the little girl spared by the wolf-cubs), which is found in a bigger book called “Fecunda ratis”. And the story basically goes as such: The narrator of the story says it is a tale known by peasants, and while it seems extraordinary, one must believe in it. On the day of the Pentecost, a man offered to a little girl a dress of red wool for her baptism - it was the same man that had held her during said baptism (aka, it was her godfather). When she was five, one morning at sunrise, the little girl wandered into the woods, unconscious of the danger. Suddenly a wolf attacked her and dragged her in the depths of the forest, up to his lair, where it left her for his cubs to eat. The cubs attacked her, but couldn’t harm her, so they rather caressed her sweetly. The child said “Little mice, do not tear my dress! It is my godfather that gave it to me for my baptism!”. The conclusion is: “God, who is their creator, appeases the spirit of wild beasts.”

As you can see, a strongly religious tale which a quite distant relationship to Little Red Riding Hood... But what is quite fascinating here is the fact that the religious nature of this old story can also be found in modern days Little Red Riding Hood. There is a LOT of religious context and subtext around this tale - in fact, I read some times ago an entire historico-literary article that dissected the religious roots, religious interpretations and religious re-writings of Little Red Riding Hood, and which highlighted how red dresses and red hoods were tied for a very long time to baptism outfits for children. Maybe I’ll dig back this article to post about it on this blog, one day.

#little red riding hood #the big bad wolf #french fairytales #perrault fairytales #folkloric fairytales #literary vs folkloric #french folktales #dark fairytales #horror fairytales #red riding hood

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there-must-be-a-lock · 1 year ago

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Shoot Off : DC/Marvel, Clint/Roy + “hate” sex and banter. Explicit.

Kick Me Like A Stray: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Matt Murdock/Frank Castle/Bucky Barnes/Slade Wilson + werewolves and angst. Mature.

The Riot Squad, They’re Restless: fem!Clint/Bucky, pre-fem!Clint/Bucky/fem!Jason Todd + gender expression and punk rock. Mature. And in the same 'verse, You Belong To Me, I Believe - fem!Jason/Slade somnophilia, explicit.

Working On My Night Moves: Jason/Slade, smutty Supernatural-verse virgin!Jason. Explicit.

Guardian Angel of Gotham: Gen. Crowley and Aziraphale relocate. PG.

Boy Wonder: Gen, Criminal Minds crossover. Dick Grayson joins the BAU. G.

Straight On Til Morning: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Jason/Clint Mad Max fusion. Mature.

Mirror Mirror: DC/Marvel, Dick Grayson/Bucky + a blindfold. Explicit.

Show Me Your Teeth - Jason/Tim + Tim not realizing he was turned into a vampire. Mature.

Come Haunt Me: RedHood!Jason/Titans!Jason + self-cest as therapy. Explicit.

Star Spangled: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Steve Rogers + spanking. Mature.

The Neighbors & The Apology: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Clint with Jason watching. Explicit.

The Asylum, and Other Things That Won't Stay Buried: Gen, Tim & Jason-centric Old Kingdom books fusion. PG.

Vanilla: DC/Marvel, Clint/Slade + hair washing. Mature.

Got Lost In The Game: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy/Clint + flirting, karaoke, and darts. Mature.

Close Your Eyes, Catch The Tide: Jason/Roy + Warped Tour AU. Mature.

Four Super-Soldiers and Tony Stark Walk Into A Bar...: DC/Marvel, Civil War fix-it, aka Deathstroke and Soldier Boy annoy Tony so much he forgets to be pissed at Bucky.

Big Spoon: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy + helping the Winter Soldier detox. Mature.

Not-So-Little Red (Riding) Hood: DC/Marvel, Jason/Bucky/Clint + stockings, lingerie, and Halloween fluff. Explicit.

#dc fic #dc/marvel #dcu #masterlist #jason todd #slade wilson #batfamily

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movies-to-add-to-your-tbw · 5 months ago

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Title: Hoodwinked!

Rating: PG

Director: Cory Edwards, Todd Edwards

Cast: Anne Hathaway, Glenn Close, Jim Belushi, Patrick Warburton, Anthony Anderson, David Ogden Stiers, Xzibit, Chazz Palminteri, Andy Dick, Cory Edwards, Benjy Gaither, Ken Marino, Tom Kenny, Preston Stutzman, Tony Leech, Joshua J. Greene, Mark Primiano

Release year: 2005

Genres: comedy, crime

Blurb: Little Red Riding Hood is a classic story...but there's more to every tale than meets the eye. Before you judge a book by its cover, you've got to flip through the pages. The story begins at the end of the tale and winds its way back. Chief Grizzly and Detective Bill Stork investigate a domestic disturbance at Granny's cottage involving a karate-kicking Red Riding Hood, a sarcastic wolf, and an oafish woodsman.

#hoodwinked!#hoodwinked too! hood vs evil #pg #cory edwards #todd edwards #anne hathaway #glenn close #jim belushi #patrick warburton #anthony anderson #2006 #comedy #crime

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Pawpaw: How do you name your characters?

Sugar Maple: What's the sweetest part of your story?

Hello! Thanks for the ask! (From this ask game)

Pawpaw: How do you name your characters?

Hm. Vibes? Generally speaking I use Behind the Name and its filters. Sometimes I go elsewhere or look up specific ethnic names. I sometimes go for meaning.

But sometimes, here is my process:

The Secret Portal

Lexi was dubbed "Alexia" in my fourth grade (age 10) creative writing project. I remember I went through an extremely elaborate process to naming her until I fell on that name. Unfortunately I don't remember how I did. In Draft Three (age 13) I tried out the nickname Lexi used by her sister and occasionally her friends, but in Draft Four I just called her Lexi and I preferred that for her (though her name is still Alexia).

Ash was originally named Aurora, but when starting Draft Four I had another OC in the project that later became SOTL named Aurora (she doesn't really exist anymore lol) and to avoid this I picked the first "A" name I thought of: Ashley. But I tried out Ash and realized I preferred it, so kept it consistent.

Gwen was the first G name I thought of, named because the friend she was originally based on wanted her name to start with that. Noelle came out of an inside joke. Rose was on a whim.

Maddie was Maddie because my sister chose the name. She also chose Kelsey. The names stuck, and I really like them.

Robbie I called Robert for a long time, choosing the name for an embarrassing reason (14 yo me was obsessed with Tony Stark) but the nickname fits him much better!!

Akash was chosen because I wanted less English names and selected Indian/Hindi on some baby name site. Obviously being an A name it was close to the top, but it meant "sky" and I laughed because I'd made him a flyer and I liked the name so kept it.

Carla was originally Carly and I don't remember how I picked the name or why I changed it. George was named after my grandfather. Why did I choose it for a young guy idk.

Ewan, Jazlyn, Wade, Parker, Tyler, and Sam were all chosen on a whim and I liked them so they stayed. Liam was originally named Seamus and I didn't like the name for him so I just looked up popular names in Canada and picked the one I liked. Niri was Stephen but I changed it for a similar reason: it wasn't working. Both characters have improved since I changed their name to something I was comfortable with.

Same is true for Hye-Jin and Gabriel, but the main reason I changed their names was they were Lucy and Luis - and with Liam and Lexi I hope you can understand why I didn't want so many four letters, two syllable L-names.

Jedi I picked because I found it on a baby name site. Carmen was on a whim.

Most other names were like that for TSP so I'll stop now. Basically the gist is most of them I picked on a whim, but then I changed the ones I didn't want by usually going to Behind the Name and filtering by ethnicity and looking for something I like.

School of the Legends

Much simpler to describe/harder to choose:

1) pick the name that they are in the fairy tale. Example: Jack (all Jacks)

2) pick a name that means the same as the name in the fairy tale but in another language. Example: Bai Xue (Snow White)

3) choose an ethnicity and look at all the meanings and pick one that's close to the character they represent. Example: Saira (Red Riding Hood, means "traveler")

4) pick a name with a good meaning tied to the character they represent. Example: Azraq (Little Boy Blue, means "blue")

Sugar Maple: What's the sweetest part of your story?

Any moment where it's 2+ characters (usually 2) doing something really sweet for the other (e.g., Kelsey giving Maddie an amigurumi tiger for no reason) or comforting the other (e.g., Gwen giving Akash a hug and a kiss on the forehead when he's crying).

TSP is made up of nothing but corny comedy, angst, and soft ass moments. It's honestly hard to pick a favorite, which is kind of lame lol. But these silly kids loving each other just gives me a lot of joy!

Thanks so much for the ask! Sorry this was a long read lol

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester

#the secret portal #tsp #teaspoon #writing ask game #behind the scenes #my wip #my ocs #oc ask game #this will be too many ocs to tag rip me #school of the legends #sotl #writing blog #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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Werewolf Masterlist

A Wolf in the Fold (ao3) - cakeisnotpie clint/phil, steve/bucky E, 81k

Summary: The brush rattled and Clint came to a halt, listening for any sounds from the missing teens. The normal nighttime rustles of leaves and insects were all he heard. Two more steps in the direction he was heading and the wolf slunk out of the shadows to block his way. A beautiful silver and black timberwolf, the largest Clint had seen, sat on its haunches and tilted its head as it looked Clint over with big blue eyes.

“Okay,” Clint said. He slowly stepped back, keeping careful watch on the animal. “I’m no danger to you. Just head on off on your wolfy way.”

The wolf yipped and shook its head as if disagreeing with Clint.

A growl issued from the wolf’s throat; Clint frozen as moonlight reflected off those eyes that saw everything. The wolf walked back until Clint could see the grey tips of its ears flick forward and back. With a quick bark, it turned and loped South, pausing to look back at Clint.

“I must be fucking crazy,” Clint mumbled to himself. “This isn’t an episode of Lassie; Timmy’s not down the well.”

Cat Nipped (ao3) - Akira_of_the_Twilight bucky/tony T, 71k

Summary: When cats and dogs collide there is bound to be trouble.

Collared and Bound (ao3) - antigrav_vector steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: This is utterly self-indulgent trashy supernatural romance fic with trashy smut. You've been warned.

Cut Your Wolf Loose (ao3) - AnonEhouse steve/tony T, 839

Summary: Tony and Steve take a fluffy werewolf day off in the woods.

Finders Keepers (ao3) - MarvelousMenagerie (HiddenOne) steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: Tony finds Steve's shield in the woods while on his way to their lunch date. CapWolf has taken a quick run around the forest, and he isn't prepared for the way his Little Red Riding Hood is dressed.

For the werewolf has sympathy (ao3) - putthechocolatedown steve/tony, bruce/clint E, 10k

Summary: Tony gets stuck in the Savage Land and meets a wolfman named Steve and his pack.

Into the Open Air (ao3) - SilverSlashes bucky/steve/tony E, 30k

Summary: A Stuckony story based very loosely on the myth of the faoladh, or Irish werewolves, and the song Into the Open Air, from the Brave soundtrack.

Steve is a werewolf missing his mate. Tony is a retired hunter desperate for a cause to take up. They're both looking for something out in the idyllic, Victorian Irish country-side. They both find it. But the entanglements of love and honor, the bonds of pack and family, and the capricious nature of fate and forgiveness could force three hearts together or tear them all apart.

Killing Monsters in the Rain (ao3) - snoozingkitten steve/tony M, 19k

Summary: 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 is a Wolf to Man (ao3) - Sineala steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: When Antonius is falsely accused and convicted of murdering an ambassador, he is condemned to death by the wild beasts of the arena. But the wolf sent to kill him is something rather more than he ever expected.

Sharp Teeth, Warm Heart (ao3) - Sineala steve/tony T, 952

Summary: This time it's Tony who's a wolf.

Sniff (ao3) - Shi_Toyu bucky/tony T, 19k

Summary: When Bucky's Wolf takes control and follows a tantalizing scent, it leads to a few interesting situations with a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

The Ballad of The Three Legged Werewolf (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 84k

Summary: Funny how the perfect time to begin again is right after you realize everything you had is gone. After being a test subject and a weapon in the hands of the humans for fifteen years, Bucky is finally free. His first order of business is finding his own kind and maybe some answers about the holes in his memory. When he meets the pack's First Alpha, he quickly realizes there is something irresistible about him that has nothing to do with his pack standing. With mating season on the horizon, it's time to pick a partner and he knows exactly which alpha he'd like to keep his den warm. Now if only he could remember how seduction works.

The Law Runneth Forward and Back (ao3) - Sineala steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: It's been three weeks since Tony saved Steve's life at Mount Rushmore, and they're not talking about it. It's going to drive Tony insane. But they've got bigger problems, because Nightshade has turned Steve into a werewolf. Again. And all Steve seems to want is to be near Tony.

The Pack (ao3) - bondboy68 (trans_seberian) steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: The Avengers are a werewolf pack. Everything has been going great until Tony starts developing some new feelings toward their Alpha that could lead to a dangerous situation.

The Werewolf and the Hunter (ao3) - Boogs bruce/clint M, 11k

Summary: Based on a prompt on tumblr Simply stating 'Werewolf Soulmate AU'

Bruce wakes up one day after turning into a werewolf, only to learn that his best friend Clint had been a hunter for years. Thankfully he's more than willing to help him but things turn strange when everything about Clint just suddenly seems...right.

Oh, yes, and also there are a lot of trained professionals trying to kill him and other werewolves. That is also important.

Turn Around (Three Times Before Lying Down) (ao3) - kellifer_fic steve/tony, clint/phil M, 15k

Summary: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy, billionaire philanthropist, but what they don’t know is that he’s also a werewolf. When a government agency known as SHIELD finds out, they use this information to force Tony’s hand and bring him into a new elite lycan field team, codename The Avengers Initiative.

Suddenly Tony finds himself playing host to a bunch of lycans, a misplaced God of Thunder and an experimental supersoldier that isn’t as dead as everyone assumed. Can his week get any worse?

What Lies Inside (ao3) - Penumbren steve/tony E, 21k

Summary: 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?

You Know Where To Find Me (ao3) - a_sparrows_fall steve/tony G, 31k

Summary: After an Avengers mission goes awry, Steve takes a leave of absence from the team, and he and Tony part on bad terms. But then Steve gets turned into a werewolf, and he finds his shapeshifting linked to his feelings about Tony, who’s had a terrible accident. If Steve never sees Tony again, will he be stuck in wolf form forever?

A closely-canon compliant 616 Capwolf story.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #au #werewolf #werewolf masterlist #masterlists

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October 31 2023 Barcelona

Happy Halloween! This afternoon we had a community costume party at the community center at our Illa de la Llum apartment complex. People really dressed up, kids and adults alike! There were witches, pirates, Spidermen, clowns, ghosts, pumpkins, and firefighters, as well as many other creative costumes. The committee running the party did a great job decorating and they also laid out an amazing spread of food that people had donated. I couldn't eat a single thing.

The little ones were adorable and some took it more seriously than others. I think these girls are supposed to be black cats, don't you?

Oscar and Michael's girls took their picture with me and I was impressed with their costumes. The twins, Valentina and Paula are preteens now and a lot more serious than they used to be and their "little" sister, Julieta, who is nearly as tall as Valentina, is always trying to keep up with them. Me? I'm just a kid at heart so Little Red Riding Hood seemed perfect for me.

Oh my gosh, the baby angel and toddler Batman were so cute!

I had just enough time to go home and make dinner for Bruce before the Trick or Treaters arrived. First they stopped at our neighbors' door, where the dad, Keko had rigged up a very scary light show. The kids loved it and I actually heard a few kids scream.

The kids were all so excited to Trick-or-Treat in our complex, where we usually have about fifty kids show up at the door. I had mostly small toys and trinkets for them because I don't believe in giving out lots of candy, but I also did have a few dark chocolate mini-bars without too much sugar.

As the night wore on the kids got older, so by the time we ran out of candy and toys, I turned out all the lights and wouldn't answer the door.

As Bruce and I left for the party at our friends Carla and Carlos's place, we stopped at Oscar's. I had bought a woodsman costume for Bruce and he didn't want to wear it so I gave to Oscar earlier in the day. It turned out to be pretty scary with the wolf mask he already had so we staged a photo with The Big Bad Wolf menacing Little Red Riding Hood and it turned out to be rather convincing.

By the time we arrived at Carla's place, everybody had been eating and drinking for a while and the sangria was flowing and the karaoke was loud, but we all had fun with it, even the husbands.

I'm not sure what the "stick your tongue out" move on Branka's part was all about but Mafe (Maria Fernanda) looked happy and Carla's dog looked bored.

Pepi, Fernanda, and Carla got a little carried away with the groping scene and it looked like the color scheme for the costumes was black and red, so I guess I fit in, kind of.

Araceli and Angie fit right in and Javier was dressed to save everyone's Souls, so we were in good company.

The guys usually don't like to dress up and Toni and Bruce were no exception but whoever was under the scary mask, and I think it was Carlos, didn't read the playbook.

Michele's mother, Iria, looked lovely in her Day of the Dead costume. I'm still not sure what Araceli's costume was supposed to be but the thing on her head looked like a spider.

I'm not good at karaoke, especially in Portuguese, but I did my best to sing along with everyone else. Michele was the best and had the sultry voice to be able to pull off the Latin pop and jazz songs.

If there is one mixed drink I like here it's definitely sangria and Carla makes a yummy pitcher with lots of fruit. I might have had a couple of glasses but I felt like it was more. Bruce wasn't complaining.

It was one of, if not the most fun Halloween parties I've been to in a long time but by the witching hour I was ready to call it a night while the rest of them partied on. Even the kids here stay up later than I do!

Yes, there WERE children at this party but none of them sang karaoke, to my knowledge. Iris is a pre-teen now and her devil costume was not appropriate because if there has ever been an angel child, she is it. Julia made a good witch but, apart from a few meltdowns I've heard she has had, she's a really sweet little girl, so that costume was off base. Of course, it's Halloween, so people are supposed to dress up like someone else, especially their alter ego.

I didn't know the other girl, I think she was a friend of Santiago's and I don't even think she was wearing a costume, but Santiago was his usual mischievous self. He seemed to be sans costume also, unless there was some significance to the t-shirt that I missed.

Iris has always been like Julia's big sister. Since their mothers are best friends that makes sense. They are both getting SO tall and they aren't really little kids any more, either. Iris just turned twelve in September and Julia turned nine in July. Iris is taller than I am and Julia will be by the time she turns ten next summer. It always happens that the little ones are taller than I am by the time they are ten!

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tenaciouspostfun · 1 year ago

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Theater Review.

"Once Upon A One More Time" at the Marquis Theatre is much like "Bad Cinderella" and "&Juliet"; they are all juke box musicals. Out of the three, "Once Upon" will probably fair better as a show than the other two (Bad Cinderella closed already). While "& Juliet" had some really good songs to it, "Once upon" has songs written by Britney Spears, a huge star that has sold over 70 million albums worldwide. It also has two really big stars in it: Adam Godley and Jennifer Simard.

The shows premise is the princesses from children's books... Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Little Mermaid, Princess Pea, Esmeralda and Belle. Little Red Riding Hood, Gretel and Goldilocks too make an appearance in this potpourri of a plot. The Narrator (Adam Godley) tries to steer the story of Cinderella but he gets push back from the princesses because OFG, a very good (Brooke Dillman) tells the girls that they have a right to think for themselves, it goes against the "Scroll Club" that all in fairy land attend.

While the plot is questionable at best, songs like "Baby One More Time", "Work Bitch", "Circus", "Oops!... I Did It Again", "Cinderella", "Crazy", "Toxic" (the evenings best) and "Til the World Ends" will make you forget this cheesy of a story.

The direction and choreography by both Keone and Mari Madrid were well done in that they keep the action moving throughout the two hours and fifteen minute show. Anna Fleischle's scenic design too is outstanding throughout the evening. From make believe to the realism, Fleischle has us marveling at her incredible staging. What is not so great is Jon Hartmere's book and Loren Elstein's costumes. Hartmere gets lost in the "woke" and he goes deeper and deeper as the show goes on, it leaves the audience just focusing on the singing and dancing by the night's end. Elstein goes from garish to the absurd in the costuming. She uses to many bright colors that not only don't match, but are painful to look at. In Kenneth Posner's lighting you get a suburb compliment to the evening. A multitude of colors make the stage pop; it works nicely with the sets.

Why I think that this musical will thrive is that in spite of the bad story, it has great songs and very good acting going for it. Godley and Simmard are right now some of the best actors on Broadway, Godley (The Lehman Trilogy), Simmard, (a two-time Tony Winner). Also strong in the show are: Justin Guarini (Prince Charming),a very good singer as well as actor, Brooke Dillman, funny and charismatic Briga Heelan ( as Cinderella marking her Broadway debut); Aisha Jackson (Snow White) and Ryann Redmond (Belinda).

"Once Upon A One More Time" wavers from really good too really awful, I'm betting that the good points of this show will carry it on Broadway for a while to come.

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Little red riding hood and his big, bad wolf

So you're attacked by a ferocious monster in the woods while traveling to your grandmother's house and you don't know what to do. Well, fuck, neither does Peter.

He gasps, head thumping against the ground, can't even think of screaming because a wolf twice his size is on top of him, growling and sniffing his neck and talking. The wolf is talking?

"Oh, shit, you're not my daughter. Crap, I'm sorry. My little girl likes to play hide and seek and she wears a red cloak just like this one. Are you ok?" Dark eyes peer into his face, take stock of his flushed cheeks and bulging eyes; widen with realization.

"I'm crushing you, right, ok, let me move." The wolf, dark haired and beautiful, rolls over, sits beside him and Peter inhales deeply, lungs finally working. He unties his cloak, strips off his shirt and claws at his rib, checks for any damage. There's a bruise on his shoulder that's shaped like a paw, covers half his chest in red and pink. A wet nose drags along his torso, pokes at trembling muscles.

"Did I break something, little one? I can get the witch of the woods if I did. You don't look so good." The wolf stops touching, paces around him. Peter breathes in, breathes out. He's fine, it's fine. Remember your manners, Pete. Be nice to the clearly worried, talking wolf that could eat you in four seconds flat.

"I'm ok, I think. Just a bit scared, is all. Um, could you help me to my grandmother's house? I'm not sure I could make the trip alone." He doubts he can even walk without puking or having a panic attack mid trip. If there's someone next to him, his social anxiety won't let his sanity crumble. Much.

The wolf blinks at him, fluffy tail swaying slightly. The thing is longer than his arm. Stronger, too. "You're not going to run away screaming?"

"Well, you offered to help."

"Yes, to be polite. I honestly thought you would just get up and then sprint into a tree, maybe. After all, anyone would be scared if they had a run in with me. I'm the forest king."

"And a wolf. A very big, very strong wolf that talks."

"Yes, that, too." The wolf, well, smiles, sort of? His lips peel back, reveal teeth sharper than his grandmother's needles and significantly scarier, but no growling comes. No hunched shoulders, muscles contracting and ready to be put in use as he's mauled. There's just a wolf, sitting on his haunches with his tail swinging and teeth bared.

Peter hesitates, pats the humid nose. Giggles when the wolf's eyes go cross when he tries to stare at Peter's hand.

"Did you pat my nose like a dog?" It shouldn't be hilarious, the way the wolf sounds utterly insulted and disgusted. It shouldn't be funny, but Peter's lost his mind and sense of logic.

"You're from the same family, aren't you? You're a canine. A canine twice my size that just tackled me and frightened me half to death, so excuse me if I treat you like a dog." Peter's voice cracks and he looks away, won't cry in front of a stranger. Could wolves be considered strangers if they weren't human?

"I'm sorry I frightened you, little one. It wasn't my intention. Come on, I'll take you home."

"You won't eat me?"

"You're not even half my weight; you'd be a snack, at most. You're fine." The wolf licks his hand and shoves his clothes at him with a giant paw, offers his head so Peter can balance himself while standing up. He slowly drapes his shirt over his shoulders, hangs tight to soft fur.

"You won't button them up?"

"I'm too tired to think properly, so no, Mr Big, Bad Wolf, I will not be buttoning up my shirt." He does clutch at the red cloak, breathes in the smell of home. He can freak out in grandma's house, he can scream and cry and roll in the ground as much as he wants. Just have to get there. Without crumbling to the ground.

Peter takes one step and falters, knees buckling. The wolf goes with him, lies down flat next to his hunched body. "I apologize, Mr Wolf. I don't think I'll be going home." The laugh that leaves his throat could also be described as a sob.

"Get on."

"What?"

"I'll give you a ride. It's the least I could do, scaring you like that. And thanks to you, I can boast about my terrifying talents to my friends. The most powerful wolf in the woods. Another title to brag about when I go to the village."

"The village? Don't you live here?" The wolf chuckles, shakes his head. Looks at him as if he's said the most hilarious joke in the world. Peter huffs, pouts like a child.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Come on, it's funny."

"How is it funny?"

"That you think I live here. I'm a werewolf, little one. That's why I can talk. It's a waning moon tonight, so I'm more man than wolf right now. Now, get on. The sun will be over us soon." Grumbling about haughty wolves and not quite believing that's what he's doing, Peter settles on a broad back; clings to dear life when the wolf rises and oh God, they're high up.

"We're, um, a little high."

"I'm a wolf, what did you expect? Hang on tight and just enjoy the ride. What does your grandma's house look like or smell like?"

Peter thinks about it for a moment, grins at his fondest memory from when he was five. "It's a house made of candy, but it always smells like cookies to me." When he confessed his favorite treat was chocolate cookies, his grandmother enchanted her home so it would seem like there were cookies in the oven whenever he came by.

"Your grandmother wouldn't happen to be a witch, would she?"

"She's the grandest witch this side of the forest."

"Ah, of course she is. Relax, little one. For now, you are safe with me."

Luckily, he relaxes. Unluckily, he relaxes so much that when the wolf gets to his grandma's house, Peter is fast sleep. When he wakes up to the smell of cookies and a bump on the back of his head, his grandmother laughs at him, teases Peter for getting the forest king's attention.

"I couldn't make sense of it, my grandson drooling on the king's fur, hands gripping him tight. I nearly woke you up with my giggles, I swear. And his face! He was so pleased with himself, said it was an honor; said he'd boast about being the most silent night runner in the world to his friends. I helped you down and do you know what he asked me to do?"

Peter peeks an eye open from his spot on the bed, body pinned to the mattress with furs and thick blankets. He had gotten cold, apparently; had complained because nothing felt as warm or comforting as the feel of fur under his hands. Well, that's what his grandma said he did.

"What did he ask you?"

His grandmother chuckles, stirs her black cauldron. "He told me his name is Tony and that he hopes 'little red riding hood' looks for the big, bad wolf when he recovers from the moon change and you aren't as scared."

Peter mouths the name, Tony. He, he likes it. It suits the wolf. "Maybe I will go look for the big, bad wolf."

He just hopes Tony doesn't tackle him again next time they meet.

#my writing #peter x tony #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider #starker #peter parker #tony stark #wolf!tony #little red riding hood!peter #theyre dorks your honor #halloween drabble #werewolf!tony

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