#Werewolf!AU

[karlachismylife]

Spotted || The Queen of the Clan pt.1

I absolutely do think about werewolf/dog shapeshifter Johnny every day, because I am a weak little gorilla and want to cuddle a big doggo, but

What if Soap as a hyena shapeshifter. Cuz their manes look like mohawks and he can keep his precious fluffy hairstyle. He's trotting around with his spots and long black socks on those strong legs, round ears twitching when he hears someone - prey, perhaps? But prey doesn't sound so pretty and cute, doesn't laugh and chirp so sweetly. So he keeps his tail high and hurries to the sound source, to find reader there chatting with other people - all with photocameras and other familiar equipment. You're neither prey, nor threat: just a documentary crew here, probably mainly for the lions.

You spot him immediately, his wary stance catching everyone's attention.

"The tail up so high can mean different things, but it might be a sign of agression. Careful, everybody," one of the specialists warns you, and you nod - you're not stupid, that's clear, but the smile you have on your face is so blissfully ecstatic, almost as if every thought left your brain at the sight of a chonky, bulky hyena investigating your filming sight (to be fair, it's probably his everything else sight). But you're just happy to see your first big animal on this trip, and so close!

"Hi, beautiful," you coo softly, brely a whisper, as you pull your camera up and start taking pictures of him - it takes the hyena only a few moments before it suddenly changes his stance to a more imposing one, puffing out its chest, legs wide apart, mane fuffed up. "Aw, are you posing for me, pretty boy? That's right, you're gonna be a star. I can already picture everyone going crazy for these cute pics..."

You tear your eyes away from him to take a look at what you're getting, not sure if the exposition and other settings are right, but when you adjust them and look back up to try and take another picture, the hyena isn't there. You almost let out a disappointed sigh, when you realize that no one of the crew is moving and their eyes are all glued to you - and then something big, fluffy and warm bumps your hip.

"Oh god," you try not to get startled by the hyena so close. It's even bigger that it seemed from afar, probably will be as tall as you if it stands up on its hind legs. Actually, it might be a girl - those tend to be bigger among spotted hyenas, after all. A formiddable force of nature, a deadly predator - not to be fooled by the public perception.

And it's sniffing at you very loudly, fluttering its round ears and bumping your hip again, like a needy cat with its huge wet eyes, before you finally lower your camera - and it shoves its muzzle into the little screen immediately!

"What, you like these? Give me permission to make you famous?" you chuckle when the hyena lets out somewhat of an approving whine. It bumps its head against your palm, but, glancing at your crew, you decide to withhold from petting the wild animal, after all.

The hyena doesn't look pleased with it. It whines again, paws at you, and then huffs, clearly irritated. Leaving you alone and shaking its head to fluff up its mane again, it sniffs around, trotting around your temporary camp, and heads straight to your backpack - your food inside, sleeping bag rolled neatly and resting against its side. While you try to remember if you have anything there that could cause danger to the curious animal, the hyena sniffs around it, making sure it's definitely yours, and then...

"No, no-no-no, please, don't-" it's too late. Turning around with the smuggest smirk you ever saw on an animal's face, the hyena lines up and sprayes your stuff generously. The smell of boiling cheap soap and something else hits you almost immediately on that short distance. No amount of washing will save you. You stand there, absolutely speechless and bemused, as the hyena bursts out into loud cackling, almost rolling on the ground and the sight of you.

And then a response cuts through the air - one, two, three other voices, interrupting that little spotted shit's fit. It immediately stops giggling, casts you one last look with a grin and then bolts away, to its family pack.

What a start to your filming trip. You'll just have to hope that hyena doesn't bring all its friends to your camp to cause chaos...

Another important thing about spotted hyenas? Their packs are matriarchal :)

Part 1.5 | Part 2

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[dipperscavern]

pls when he uses his enhanced senses to find you when you're not where he expected you to be

ESPECIALLY when he's at a point where he needs to have you all the time to make sure he'll give you his pups

not to mention the knot when he truly tries breeding you

lucky him you're meant to be so you're able to take all of him

- respectful anon

USING HIS. ARGH. USING HIS ENHANCED SENSES TO FIND YOU WHEN YOURE NOT WHERE YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE.

you’re supposed to be in the kitchen, overseeing the cooks preparations for supper, but cregan checked the kitchens after his (long, never ending) meeting, and you weren’t there. now he has to track you down, what kind of husband/mate would he be if he didn’t? it’s for you, really — how is he supposed to keep you safe when you’re out of his sight?

& the knot…. i’m not extremely versed in knotting but, i think it’s big. i think it’s reallly big. and i think it’s safe to say he has to prep you nice and good with his fingers & mouth to be able to take him, but you always do, because you were made for him <3 (lucky you)

[small-sinclair]

Hi, begging for a part 2 of the Johnny Slaughter a/b/o fic please

His Mate

The first part

A/b/o!Johnny Sawyer x humanfem!reader

Let me know if you want a part three!

Tw: blood, mention of death and gore, not proofread

Johnny looks at you up and down, his eyes wavering between anger, disbelief, and admiration. He was mad that you were human. He couldn’t believe you were human and fated to him! But your beauty and the way your body curved the way it did… Johnny wanted to bury his nose into your skin and drown in your blood and scent. He would see it as a blessing and a grateful death.

Then the thought of you being human came back and he hated himself more. He didn’t want you to be human and have his mate be weak and vulnerable! He’s the strongest one in his family and proved it to other packs around his home; you’ll only bring down his status. He could hate you for that and kill you—

“No,” he whispers, backing away as a vision came to his mind. He saw you writhing in pain as his claws ripped your stomach out. He could feel how warm your blood would be and how tangy it smelt. “No, I won’t,” he says more to himself under his breath.

Seeing you in the golden light as the sun set over the sunflowers only broke him even more. How could he hurt you?

Confused your hands reach out towards him before pulling them away after watching him physically flinch. He could hurt you in every way that matters but he couldn’t do it. He only gets one mate. He only gets one true love and it’s you. It had to be you.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you hugged your arms. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He shakes his head. “No, no, don’t apologize. Not to me,” he sounded so sincere. He stood in front of you once more and rested his head on top of your hair, breathing in the sweet roses from your body. It sent chills down his spine and made his bones curled and crave for your name to be carved into them. “Don’t apologize to me, darlin’.”

He was warm against your body and held you as if you were an egg. You could hear his heartbeat and see how he was taking slow and deep breaths. “What’s your name?”

“Johnny,” he answers, his arms wrapping around your waist and the back of your head. “I’m Johnny.”

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace and protection as he shielded you from the killings outside. “I’m Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful human.” He held you tighter as he heard Nubbins trap go off and the sound of Sissy’s laughter. He didn’t want to meet you like this. Not here.

“So, you’re a werewolf?” You asked as you felt his arms tense. Through his shirt, you could feel claw marks and slashes, faded bite marks and stab wounds.

He nodded as he kisses your head, his lips lingering for a moment. He closed his eyes as he felt his claws growing. Someone in his family was coming near his home, near you. His dark eyes glared at the entrance and a primal growl ripped through his body. He didn’t have to answer your question as you watched small patches of black and brown fur grow on his arms and hear his bones breaking.

“Johnny—?”

He held you tight as he began his transformation, his claws ripping the back of your jacket. His fur was thick and you could smell a mixture of soil and death on his skin. A large black tail wrapped around your back as his body swallowed you in his hold. He was looking at something, growling at someone, but you didn’t know what or who.

But he knew all too well.

Nancy stood in his little living with her knife as she looked both horrified and annoyed at him. Her eyes looked between him and the back of your head. She wasn’t a fool; she knew you were his mate and hated it. She didn’t want to lose Johnny to you or be seen with a human. Maybe it was the fear of losing him to you to hunters that made her want to kill you herself, but you ran and Johnny found you first. And, from where she was standing, he already worshipped your body and scent by the way he covered himself around you.

His black eyes narrowed at the knife in her hands and snapped his jaw at her, baring his teeth as a warning. The snarl the grew from the back of his throat only rumbled through your skin and core. It was as if he was claiming you as his own even before he could mark you.

Nancy shook her head and backed away, anger burning in her eyes like a wild fire. “You’re a damn fool, Johnny. Y’all bring down this pack with that she-devil.”

He held you even tighter as he snarled once more, growling deeper through his teeth, daring her to come closer. He wasn’t in his true form but he’ll change just to prove his point not to question him. He still had his human features, but his claws and bits of fur showed along with his tail. He felt his ears for and changing, and he felt his back breaking and building as if he was going to be a full wolf, to be a full beast. He’ll do that just to prove you’re his mate, his little omega human.

His thoughts bursted when he heard you gasp softly. As he looked down, he saw his claws digging into your back. He fell with you on your knees on the floor. Nancy smirked and let out a dry laugh. “You’ll kill her, boy. I’ll bet that.”

His eyes snapped back at her and said in a dark tone, “Get out.”

“Admit I’m right.”

“I said get out!” He roared, his fangs growing longer until he felt his face changing into a wolf’s, a beast. “Get!” He brought down his fist to the wooden floor, breaking the wood as if it was nothing, and earned a frightened flinch from Nancy.

Without another word, Nancy turns and leaves. She could feel how her own claws were growing and digging to into her own hand. One thing for certain is that she will have you dead before the next full moon, before he could even claim you as his own.

With her gone, Johnny had you sitting on his lap as she cradled you, rocking back and forth, and his face returning to normal. His black eyes locked into yours and he felt as if he was about to break. You had tears falling; he made you cry.

“I’m so sorry,” he said with regret in his words. He leaned down and kisses your tears away. “I didn’t mean to hurtcha.” He rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry.”

Your hand rests on his cheek and he melts at the touch, nearly breaking at your fingertips. He shudders as he smelt the roses again and a hint of honey and lavender, but he loved how soft your skin was.

“Johnny?” You asked, your voice bringing him back. “Will you be alright?”

For the first time, he didn’t know the answer. But he takes a deep breath and kisses your palm. “Should be,” he answers lowly, kissing your wrist then knuckles. “Let me clean your wound, please? Let me make it up to ya.” His black eyes faded to a deep, rich brown as he looked down into yours. “Promise, little mate, I’ll take care of you.”

Something inside you trusted him even though you should be running from him. Everything felt a bit unorthodox and rushed like some fairy tale, but what other choose do you have? He could kill you like he did to your friends or that woman could do it for him. Main reason to stay was that he was a good kisser, so you have that going for you.

You nodded your head slightly as he leaned into your hand. He looked kind of cute and comfortable once more in your presence. Just having you there was enough to reassure him that he was a good man, a good alpha worthy of love even if you’re a human.

He’ll prove to you he’s worthy of your love. You are his mate, his love, his omega. Let him love you the way he never has.

[ethereal-night-fairy]

you know what i'm here for😏😏😏

asking for crumbs on Silver Tongues Like Bullets because that delicious fic haunts my mind✨✨✨✨✨

Thanks for asking boo! 💋 Enjoy a little snippet of the next chapter.

“Darling! Please listen! We aren't trying to hurt you!”, safe to say you don't listen as you circle the sofa for the umpt time in the last two minutes. You're vibrating with fear, they've just finished whatever they were doing in that spare room of theirs. Your forever prison, if they get you in there. You've been tightroping on a knife's edge for the last four days, making sure they don't get their hands on you for any reason! You weren't going to let all your hard work go to waste! You watch them circle around you like you're prey while you try to find any sliver of a chance of escape from your predicament. “Look, we know this situation isn't ideal but we promise it isn't forever.”, you watch Price put his hands up in surrender. Trying his best to look non threatening while Ghost moves to watch everything unfold from the comfort of the far wall. As if you'd believe that. Not after everything they've done. You send a particularly nasty glare towards Ghost while thinking that. Price stays back while the younger two of the four men decide to close in on you. But the second they move you bolt.

[kkumawrites]

Chapter One cw/tw: mentions of food (coffee/breakfast) wc: 1.1k

It would be considered a miracle to get you up and out of bed before the break of noon. Why was it such a crime to enjoy sleeping through bright mornings, relishing in the feeling of the sun kissing your skin as it peeks through the curtains to help stir you from slumber. 

Yet here you are, awake at exactly a quarter to 8am. The sun is barely peeking out from beyond the horizon and it should be illegal to be up this early. However, the loud, shrill ring of your phone’s alarm clock forces you out of your sweet dreams and a tired annoyed groan is pulled from your lips. 

It’s so tempting. To just hit snooze and curl back up into the warmth of your blankets. And to be honest, that’s what you’re about to do before you hear a knock at your door. You let out another frustrated groan. 

“Love, it’s time to wake up,” Your mothers voice is soft as she calls out. You turn to lie on your back and stare up at the ceiling, contemplating your life for a brief second before letting out a sigh. Reluctantly you get up, stretching out your arms before making your way towards the bathroom. One shower later and you feel a little more awake, but just barely as you pick out some clothes. A faded band t-shirt (that you couldn’t even tell who the artist was anymore) and a pair of jeans make up a simple outfit. Add on a comfy jacket and your favorite combat boots and you’re as ready as you’ll ever be.

You shake your messy hair in an attempt to tame the wild locks, but you give up after a few tries. The black nail polish on your fingertips is peeling but you can’t be bothered to redo them, instead waiting for it to completely fall off before you even consider painting them again. 

Downstairs your mother is making breakfast, mostly for herself as you typically didn’t eat too much in the morning, especially this early. Instead you slide over to open the fridge, making some iced coffee to help you actually wake up. You add probably too much creamer, but that’s just how you like it as you eagerly caffeinate yourself. A content sigh leaves your lips as you sip the cool beverage and you can hear the sweet chuckle of your mother. 

“Excited for classes?” She questions even though she knows how you feel. Her smile to you is warm and you don’t have it in your heart to say something snarky, so you just shrug. 

“Do I really have to go?” 

She gives you a knowing look, her kind smile still not leaving her face. “No, you don’t. But I’d really like it if you tried. College is a lot different from High School, I’m sure it’ll be better” You’re silent as you sip the drink between your hands, unsure what to say. You glance at the clock before grabbing your tote bag, downing the rest of your coffee. 

“Mm, well I’m off then. I’ll try to make you proud, ok?” 

You’re half way through the door before your mom is calling you back. You turn back around to face her and her hands move to cup your face. 

“Hey, I just want to let you know that I’m already so proud of you. I know how reluctant you are. I know you struggled fitting in, in high school. Let this be a new opportunity for you. You’ll barely know anyone there, you can start over,” Her smile is sweet and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her, pulling her in close to you. You take in her usual lavender scent that calms your nerves, letting it wrap around you softly. There’s another emotion that tugs at your heart that you don’t want to address, so you push it down and ignore it as you usually do. So instead you pull away and give her the best smile that you can. 

“I love you. I’ll see you after classes,” You say as you walk away, waving goodbye at the woman who’s standing in the doorway. She waves back fondly.

“Have fun!” And you know what? That’s exactly what you plan to do.   ────── 〔✿〕────── 

Meanwhile in another household not too far away, was, to put it lightly, a hot mess. It was a rather typical morning however for the larger pack. It certainly didn’t help that it was the first day of the college semester, and some of the boys were becoming freshmen. This left a certain leader a lot more stressed out than usual. Mingyu was in the kitchen, preparing what would practically be a feast for the wolves he called brothers. They would leave nothing uneaten that was placed on the table. He was one of the very few that was already dressed and ready for classes that day.  

“Yah! Seungkwan, did you steal my shirt again?” A loud voice echoed throughout the house, vibrating against the walls. 

“Are you kidding me? You’re the one who stole my underwear Soonyoung hyung!” 

“I did not!! That was Chan,” “Do not pull me into one of your dumb fights hyungs,” 

Seungcheol could feel a budding headache starting to form, pressing his fingers to his temple in an attempt to will it away. He watched as the two youngest ran into each other and the “problem” brothers (booseoksoon) were arguing over something stupid across the house. The eldest was desperately trying to help everyone else get ready and out of the house in what would hopefully be one piece. Despite everyone being in college now, none of them had their shit together. Maybe a few, but it didn’t make much of a difference in the chaotic household. 

Jihoon, on the other hand, didn't bother to help. He was currently sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for breakfast to be ready as he messed around with his phone. Even with all the glares Seungcheol gave the smaller, he didn’t budge at all. 

“Hey, Wonwoo. Where’s Jeonghan?” Seungcheol asked, watching the said boy walk down the stairs as he fiddled with the zipper of his jacket. The latter shrugged. 

“I dunno. Probably should ask Joshua Hyung,” Wonwoo replied, joining Jihoon at the table. Another sigh left his lips. It felt like this morning might never end. 

“Joshua! Where is Jeonghan?” He calls out in what he hopes is a steady calm tone. 

“He’s still asleep. He won’t wake up,” The other replies from somewhere in the house. At this, Seungcheol wanted nothing more than to just go back to bed, curl up under the blankets and maybe cry at why his parents had left him alone with his twelve brothers. Once again, he’s looking over at Jihoon with pleading eyes. The other doesn’t even bother looking up. “Nope. Don’t look at me. I am NOT waking him up,”

Seungcheol came to a conclusion that morning. They were all useless

[jjsstars]

lydiaweek 2024: Day 3, What-If Wednesday [werewolf au]

|| for @lydiamartinappreciation event & @teenwolfrarepairevents for lydia month

[blue-aconite]

between the wolves || prologue

Summary: Cassandra finds herself running from a life that seems planned out for her, the expectations of coming from a certain family and someone she maybe never choose for herself. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x OC x Bradley Bradshaw

Authors Note: Welcome back to a new, rewritten and improved prologue of this series! It's been on hiatus for a long time but we're back!

Thank you to my beta @a-reader-and-a-writer for looking this over for me and for letting me rant on and on about this! You're the best! Thank you to @hederasgarden for making me come back to this and for encouraging me! And a special shoutout to @anniesocsandgeneralstore for being the original inspiration for this fic!

Her mother had insisted on the party, citing that they simply had to celebrate this milestone in her life. ‘It’s important, dear’, she had said as if her mother hadn’t been the one to turn her nose up when Cassandra declared her intentions to study physical therapy instead of just lounging around at home, as her mother did.

In Mary’s mind, a girl like her needed no education. Her value was only equal to her appearance and she would be provided for, first by her father and then her future husband. But it had never been what Cassie wanted. 

Now however, her mother saw the opportunity to throw one of her extravagant parties, showing her and her family off. It was more about appearances than celebrating the end of her studies. She barely knew half of the people attending and Cassandra doubted they knew they were here for her either. 

They knew of her, of course. As the eldest child of a prominent family, growing up in New York’s high society, Cassandra knew her role well. She was the face of the family, the future. She was expected to follow in her mothers footsteps, marry someone suitable and spend the rest of her life among various charities and galas. She hated it. 

She watched as Sebastian and Timothy got dragged into another conversation with their fathers business partner, both of them nodding along. They both looked so grown up in their suits, tall and proud. 

“You look like someone ran over the family dog. This is your party, smile.” Sam handed her a fresh glass of champagne before taking a seat next to her. 

Cassie rolled her eyes. “You mean it’s my mother’s party. You know I just wanted a nice family dinner.”

Her boyfriend shrugged his shoulders. “I know but you have to admit, this is nice.” He gestured towards the garden filled with people.

Cassandra turned to get a good look at him. 

He was wearing an Armani suit, his family emblem embroidered into the pocket napkin and the Rolex watch she had gifted him for his twenty-fifth birthday was proudly on display. As he got older, the more he started to resemble his father but he still retained some of his boyish features. It was a good mix. He was handsome and he was hers.  

She and Sam had grown up together. He was the boy next door, their families had been friends for decades, their great great grandfathers even owning a business together. 

Cassandra knew she was supposed to be with Samuel before she even knew what it really meant. It was all their mothers had talked about while growing up, how they someday would make the perfect couple, joining their families together. 

They had talked about hers and Sam’s future before it had even begun, making suggestive comments over the years. And when Sam asked her to be his girlfriend in eighth grade, she had said yes.

Sam was, in many ways, her first everything. He was her best friend, her first love, her rock, her confidant. He knew her better than she knew herself. 

But their entire lives had been planned out for them. And now she wasn’t sure it was what she wanted. 

“If this is your idea of nice, I think you’re more like my mother than me.”  

Sam laughed. “One of us should be. You should be happy Mary is doing this for you.”

“She’s doing this for herself and you know it. It’s never about anyone else. Did you know that half of the people I’ve greeted today weren't even aware this is supposed to be a graduation party?” Cassandra mumbled, putting aside her now empty champagne flute. 

Sam intertwined their fingers, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “I’m sorry, baby. I know this isn’t what you wanted. But I think there’s still time to turn things around.”

“How?”

He smiled, kissing her knuckles. “You’ll see.”

Cassandra tried to ignore the growing pit in her stomach, smiling widely as to hide the panic taking over her features. 

“Sounds great.” She managed to squeeze out, letting go of Sam’s hand. “I need to speak to Dad, will you get me another drink?”

The moment he turned around, Cassie fled the garden. She pushed her way past people into the house, scanning the crowd for her parents.

Neither were anywhere to be found and with some many people around, no one noticed her slipping away. 

Cassandra didn’t stop until she reached an empty room, locking the doors behind her, sliding onto the floor. Her mother would scold her for ruffling the custom-made Prada but she couldn’t care less.

She knew what Sam meant when he told her things would turn around and it terrified her. 

All Cassie could think about was the ring she had found in the wardrobe a couple of weeks ago. She hadn’t meant to look but the familiar jewellery caught her eye.

There it had been, a stunning diamond ring she knew all too well. She had seen the ring before, on his grandmother’s hand. It was a family heirloom, meant for one thing. Marriage. 

Sam proposing wasn’t a surprise though. It would happen sooner rather than later.

But the thought itself twisted her stomach further and she gasped for air, fighting back the tears. 

There had been a point in her life where she wanted nothing else. That a future with Sam was the only option. He had been all she ever wanted. 

But now, thinking about spending the rest of her life with him made her stomach turn. She could see it all so clearly, the life that they were supposed to have. It was there, all within her grasp, all planned out for them. And Cassandra didn’t want it. 

She had loved Sam for so long that she wasn’t sure who she’d be without him. She still loved him. But she wasn’t in love with him anymore and she hadn’t been for a while now. 

It was easier to admit to herself now than it had been when Cassie first started to realise that she was falling out of love with him. Only then had she realised how much of their lives had already been planned, how much of their relationship was built on their parent’s expectations.

The ring only solidified what Cassandra had known for months. This wasn’t what she wanted.

“Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 75B to Anchorage, Alaska. We are now inviting those in first class and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately fifteen minutes. Thank you.”

Shouldering her bag, Cassie let an elderly couple pass by her before taking her place in the queue. There was no rush. 

She might have been at one of the busiest airports in New York, but Cassie felt strangely calm. More than she had in months. It only served to prove that leaving was the right thing to do. Her only regret was leaving without telling her dad or brothers but she couldn’t risk them slipping up and telling her mother or Sam. 

Her phone vibrated with an incoming call again and she let it go to voicemail. There were several missed calls, unread messages and voicemails. Her father’s contact stared back at her, the most recent missed call along with a text message.

Just tell me you’re safe.

The queue had yet to move so she pulled up their chat, where there was another 4 unread messages waiting for her. 

Cassandra, where are you?

Call me back. Arthur said he dropped you off at LGA. What’s going on?

Your mother is very upset. Please call us back.

Sweetheart, I just need to know that you’re okay.

Cassandra couldn’t call him back, not now. But he deserved to know she was okay. 

I’m ok. I’ll let you know when I land. Please don’t tell mother. I love you.

She put the phone on aeroplane mode after that, effectively blocking any more incoming messages or calls. The queue was moving now and she handed the flight attendant her passport and ticket, thanking them before following the stream of people. 

Finding her seat, she declined the drink offered by the stewardess with a polite smile. Maybe later. Right now, all she wanted to do was sleep. 

Boarding seemed to be over pretty quickly and when the rumble of the engines grew louder as they made it to the taxiway, Cassie leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. 

She could worry about everything later. 

Ted Stevens Airport was just as busy as LaGuardia when Cassie departed her plane. She trudged along with the rest of the passengers towards baggage claim. 

The conveyor belt was already moving when she got there and luckily enough, her bag was already on the belt. She made for the exit after collecting her belongings, looking for a taxi.

Pulling out her phone, she turned off the aeroplane mode and once again her screen was filled with more calls and messages. She ignored them all, pulling up the hotel information. She was grateful for airplane wi-fi, allowing her to book a hotel during the long flight. 

Hailing down a cab, she gave them the name of the hotel and fifteen minutes later the bellhop was carrying her bags into the lobby while she checked into the room she booked. 

Thanking the bellhop, she locked the door behind her and fought the urge to just collapse onto the bed and sleep. Cassie forced herself to take a shower, washing off the entire flight of her body and brushing her teeth before crawling under the covers. 

She plugged in her charger and set an alarm, not wanting to sleep away the next day. Remembering her promise to her dad, Cassie pulled up his contact information, hovering over the call button. She wanted to hear his voice but she didn’t want to alert her mother to her whereabouts either.

Flight went ok, and I made it to the hotel safely. I’m in Anchorage. Please don’t tell mother where I am, or Sam. 

I’m so sorry I left without saying anything to you. I just didn’t want you to stop me. I don’t know how to explain but I need some space to think about what I really want. I knew Sam was planning to propose at the party and I realised it’s not what I want, not anymore. I don’t even know if it's what I’ve ever wanted or what mother has expected of me.

Please, don’t ask me to come home. I need to do this for myself. I’m not asking you to understand, I’m just asking you to let me make my own decisions. Tell Sebastian and Timothy that I’ll miss them. I love you.

She typed out the long message, hitting send before placing the phone screen down to give her some resemblance of peace as she waited for her father to answer. Even with the five-hour time difference, she was sure he would.

In the comfort of a warm bed and surrounded by nothing but darkness, Cassandra let herself feel for the first time since she left. All the emotions she shoved aside earlier to make it easier to leave bubbled up to the surface and Cassie choked back a sob threatening to leave her lips.

It was a strange moment because she felt nothing but relief over her decisions. But she was also scared. She had never been on her own, not like this.

A quiet chime from her phone alerted her to a new message and she breathed a sigh of relief when it’s from her father and not someone else.

I wish you would have told me, I would not have stopped you. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t come to me with this. But I am proud of you for making this decision. Whatever you want, I’ll support you. 

I won’t tell Mary or Sam but I urge you to at least let them know you’re okay. I’ll tell them I’ve spoken with you, as they are worried. 

I won’t ask you to come home but please keep me updated. Your account is there for whatever you need, I’ll make sure that Mary won’t interfere with it. If you need anything, let me know. 

Sweetheart, I love you. Stay safe. 

Cassie let the tears flow as she reads her dad’s message. She didn’t realise how much she needed his assurance and acceptance. If her dad supported her, she could do this. She could be strong, if he believed in her. 

Deciding to keep all decisions until tomorrow, Cassandra put the phone on ‘do not disturb’ before making herself comfortable in the king-sized bed. 

Right now, she felt better than she had in months. That was all that mattered. The rest could wait.

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Silver Bullet

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,670 Masterlist

Summary: The best night of the year, Halloween, turns into a night you just want to forget. PART 1/4.

Warnings: werewolves, cheating, backstabbing best friend, Zemo is a whore, truly.

Red cloaks filled the crowd. This years Halloween parade theme being Dracula. Rob Zombie blared through speakers anchored to lampposts. You and your friends all wore matching costumes, collectively going as the wives of Dracula. It was a good excuse to wear the hottest outfits you could find. Most people paled their skin with white face paint, and molded little pieces of wax to their teeth.

Not you, you wore basically nothing for your costume. Each friend had a different color of fabric, that was loosely draped and cinched around your body. The best way to describe it would be a Greek toga, instead of linen it’s sheer silk, leaving nothing to the imagination. You all wore the same gold collar, a dragon etched on the front; curtesy of the blue bride, Miranda’s, 3D printer.

You didn’t plan on staying, you all agreed to be a part of the parade, once that was over, you were all headed to Zemo’s annual Halloween masquerade. You don’t think he particularly liked having hundreds of people flooding his property every year. But having the biggest house in town was a blessing and a curse. He hosted most festivities for your rather large population of teens and young adults.

You had a fascination with the bachelor. He inherited the mansion, land and money from his grandfather, skipping over his father completely. His family was prominent in the community, both of his parents having a chair at city hall. They volunteered at the food bank and donated to every shelter. Any sane person would think they deserved the money in a way. So why Zemo?

You made it to the party late, everyone leaving the house for the back yard. Zemo had the trees lighted and a dance floor built, always prepared for a celebration. Your friends ditched you as soon as you all got drinks, saying they were going to find their boyfriends. Leaving you to explore the surrounding woods alone.

You nearly drop your red solo cup when you see Zemo pressing Miranda against a tree, practically swallowing each others faces. Tears of betrayal sting your cheeks. She knew you had a crush on him, and she has a boyfriend anyways. You stalk away in anger, losing the trail but not caring. You found a tree far enough from the party that no one would hear your sobs.

You downed the cup filled halfway with vodka, a drop of orange juice for flavor. It dried your tears quickly, leaving your whole body warm. “Stupid.” You say, standing up and brushing the leaves off your dress. “Stupid for liking Zemo.”. You agreed whole heartedly with that. “Stupid for thinking Miranda was my friend.” That’s what hurt the most.

In the midst of your self hate you failed to notice a looming figure. “You’re not stupid.” You jolt, throwing the plastic cup in the direction of the stranger. “Sorry, you scared me.” You giggle, when you see it’s just a guy from the party wearing a phantom of the opera mask.

“It’s okay.” He reaches down and picks up the liter. “Gotta keep our forests clean.” He waves the red in the air. You give him a dry laugh. Men are scary and being alone in the woods with a stranger was causing every alarm in your brain to siren. But the vodka numbed your sense of fear.

“I should get going.” You say, turning and trying to step around the tree. Before you could, the stranger steps closer. “Should you?” He says deeply. He’s close enough now that you can see his piercing blue eyes behind the mask. They render you speechless, the way the moonlight shone off them, put you in a trance. You shake your head, too focused to verbally answer him.

“See, you’re not so stupid after all.” He teases. You have no reaction. His words didn’t fill you with pride or embarrassment. Your veins filled with the distinct warmth of feeling safe. You don’t know where it came from, your body was irrationally reacting to him. You should be shaking with fear and trying to get back to the party, not calmly standing here waiting for something to happen.

It felt like you were locked inside a body that wasn’t yours. It was being controlled by some outside force. You let him reach for you, never flinching away. Your body produced goosebumps where his fingertips grazed your skin. “You’re so beautiful. I’d hate to ruin that.” You nod your head, not even thinking of a single way he could ruin your beauty. Your mind was blank, you couldn’t even say thank you.

“Promise me you won’t resist, once it happens.” You knew nothing of what he spoke, but again you feel your neck bow to him, nodding in agreement. The masked man looks up at the moon, reveling in its fullness. “Are you prepared for no return?” You agree with a nod, now you know you were fully possessed by something. His words should send you running, but a small voice in the back of your head says you would never.

He steps closer again, grabbing fistfuls of your gown, cinched at your waist. “You have to say it. Say I have permission.” His voice was desperate and darker than before. You try to find the words but the influence he had on you was slowly fading, the way he started pressing you against the tree brought you back to your senses. He holds your hips in place as he nuzzles his face into your neck, taking a long deep breath.

The stubble on his chin tickled you and you had to remind yourself yet again that this is a masked stranger in the woods. Even though your senses were coming back, the way his hands lit a fire inside of you was enough to make you not care. That fire pooled lower and lower the closer he got to you. He smelled like a mix of musk and pine. You couldn’t tell if it was him or the trees surrounding you. But it made your mouth water, filling you with a want to taste his skin, just to be sure.

He raises his hand to cradle your cheek, “Please.”. He caught your eyes again, boring into them with an assured look. He focuses on your lips “Just say the words.”.

“I give you permission.” You say them without thinking of the consequences. He sealed your fate by closing the gap between your faces. Pressing his lips to yours. You moved your lips in sync with his, using your free will to wrap your arms around his neck. Before it could go any further the man disappeared. You felt him pull away, when your eyes opened to see why, he was already gone. You searched the surrounding woods with your eyes, there was no sign of him.

You grab your head, wondering if you drunkenly hallucinated. The moisture on your mouth and in your underwear was foolproof evidence that it really just happened. But you still began to question its validity.

You hear a twig snap somewhere near you, in hopes that it was the magnetic stranger you followed it, rounding an old fallen tree you spot a black dog. It was rather large in stature, must be a purebred if it’s that big. You knew an expensive dog wouldn’t be wandering the woods collarless. And you couldn’t remember if Zemo ever mentioned having any pets.

You stepped closer, never fearing animals. You loved dogs, you had a few of your own at your parents house. “Here boy.” You kneel down, reaching out your hand. It finally gives you its attention. Immediately showing his sharp canines, snarling loudly. “Oop.” You stand up and slowly back away, knowing the signs of an agitated dog.

When your view of it is blocked by the tree you turn around and sprint away. Not wanting to receive a rabies shot on Halloween night. You see the lighted trees nearing. That’s when you heard it, rhythmic thumbing coming from behind you. When you turn around you let out a scream, the dog is already pouncing on you, knocking you to the ground. You tray to scramble away. You see people’s feet running towards your screams.

The dog latches its mouth onto your leg, when you try to rip it away it only sinks its teeth deeper. You see Zemo come to your aid with a pool cleaner net, swinging it at the dog. “Get away.” He shouts, he ends up cracking the dog on top of his head with the plastic pole. It yelped, causing your leg to fall out of his mouth. He ran for cover, disappearing into the woods. Zemo drops to his knees beside you, shedding his jacket to wrap it around your bleeding leg.

“Are you okay?” Your eyes full with tears, embarrassment was an understatement. You didn’t want to face Zemo or Miranda. You didn’t want to see all the party goers pity filled faces either. You stood up, sucking a breath between your teeth at the pain. You limped past everyone giving eachother confused glances. Ignoring Zemo and Miranda’s fake concern.

You called your dad, sitting on the curb infront of the house. He rushed you to urgent care, spending the rest of the night with you in the waiting room. You were fine in the morning, a shot and a round of antibiotics set you on your way to recovering. You took ibuprofen for the pain. You called off of work for the rest of the week, needing to stay off your feet.

When you returned the next Monday, your boss told you there was a new bus boy. You waited tables all day before you finally saw him. Clocking in and disappearing to wash dishes. He was cute, dark brown hair and light stubble. He didn’t introduce himself to you or Mary, the other waitress, odd. But you had a feeling the little diner would grow on him eventually.

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We’ve been teasing and scheming all week, now it is time to announce our full AU. We’re All Monsters will be co-written by @krirebr and me! Kris will be handling our Vampires and I will be handling our Werewolves. But don’t worry that doesn’t mean they all won’t be meeting each other throughout this AU. As for how? Well you’ll just have to wait and see.

This will be building off of Kris’ Psycho Killer AU and will feature some of, if not all the CE characters we know and love.

We’ve outlined the reader pairings and nicknames below, we hope you’re as excited as we are to delve into the supernatural with us!

Andy Barber - Runner

Ari Levinson - Queenie

Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen - Angel

Frank Adler & Pete Brenner - Dove

James Mace - Sneak

Johnny Storm - Cutter

Lloyd Hansen - Snipe/Spitfire

Ransom Drysdale - Little Rabbit

Steve Rogers - Sunshine

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Bite the Hand / Phillip Grave

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summery the arrival of the shadow company and a request from the commander, phillip graves, causes her to question where her future lies.

werewolf!au / pairing phillip graves x female!reader / callsign frost / wc 2,036 / warning brief mentions of blood

notes it's finally here ladies and gents, the awaited phillip graves werewolf series. there'll be no use of y/n in the story, the reader is referred to as frost or lieutenant. the taglist is still open, so if you'd like to be added to it, let me know. and without further ado, enjoy the first chapter.

Iron. Sweat. Rust. Gunpowder. Blood. Lots of blood.

It coated the inside of her mouth as she bit down hard, slamming open a door trying to get out. Anywhere but inside the stuffy base that’s air was stale and thick with intrusion from the private military company that had seemingly infiltrated it. There’d been no warning, no announcement, they’d just arrived and word began to spread among her task force as to why they were there. Conflicting messages that left her dizzy and made her chest tighten with anxiety. If Frost’d been smart, she would have retreated into the safety of her room. But she was one anxious outburst away from shifting, and that would cause more troubles for her.

Outside was the best option, the base bordered a rocky pass of mountains; were she to phase unexpectedly, retreating into the wild was easy. There she could wait until the pain was bearable enough to phase back, maybe by then the Shadow Company would’ve left. She could suffer through whatever punishment her commanding officer would give for her disappearance. Frost just needed to get away. But even in the cold air, she couldn’t find solace from the scent. It clung like a parasite in her nostrils which flared as she turned in the direction, facing the wind.

Closing her eyes, she leaned against a stone wall, rubbing out the creases in her forehead. It was foolish to think she could avoid her own kind for the rest of her life, especially when she’d joined a career that tended to reek of werewolves. But it had never been to this degree, there were so many around the base now, so many conflicting scents that made her stomach tight with nausea. And what bothered her more was scent was the only way of detecting them, they truly were like shadows. They made little to no noise and lurked, shifting in and out of the darkness like a void.

Shifting again, her senses detect and alert her to light, slow steps approaching. With the wind against her, there wasn’t a scent so she fully turned, straightening her shoulders and growing alert to find who was approaching her. Quickly her eyes adjusted in the darkness and fell upon the commander of the Shadow Company, Phillip Graves.

“Sorry to startle ya, Lieutenant. I mean no harm.” The man put up his hands, trying to make himself less intimidating, but that was impossible with the rumors that surrounded him. Anyone who managed to lead a militant pack of werewolves naturally conjured fear. Especially to someone like her who didn’t belong to a pack or family line.

“Is there something I can do for you?” She knew she was easy prey, the runt of her father’s children. But she couldn’t imagine what interest Commander Graves would have in her. The direction of the wind changed, she could pick up his scent now, swallowing hard as she inhaled the smell of pine needs, the sweat on his skin, and an unfamiliar scent that clung to all the soldiers she’d passed by from the Shadow Company.

“No need to be so stiff Lieutenant. I’m just gettin’ a breath of fresh air. The downside of our lycanthropy.” Graves said, keeping his posture casual and unguarded, attempting to ease the tension. She cringed at his statement but nodded in agreement. There was a curiosity about the man who stood in front of her, who’d successfully built a militant company from the ground up, which had an impressive reputation. He clicked his tongue, kicking his feet into the dust before looking back up at her. “I’m curious to know something, Lieutenant, if I may ask?”

“Of course sir.” Hesitantly she responded, still standing alert even though he was showing himself to be not, at least to her, a threat.

“I’ve seen your record, it’s quite impressive.” Graves said watching as she uncomfortably shifted at the knowledge. “But I must admit, I’m intrigued by the fact that there seems to be no record of you ever shifting, to any degree, on the field. Most soldiers that are like us, hone the ability to partially phase. But you don’t seem to at all, if it weren’t for your smell, I would’ve never suspected you were a werewolf.”

“I have my reasons.” She all but snapped, recoiling quickly. Even if she didn’t like his questions or pressing, he was a higher-ranking soldier and all too friendly with her commanding officer. It was unwise for her to talk back to him in that tone.

To her relief, he didn’t seem to care. “I’m sure you do. There’d be a problem on our hands if you didn’t have a reason.” The sentence ended with a light chuckle, but she continued to frown at him, furrowing her brows. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Lieutenant?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It matters because I was hoping to offer you a place with the Shadow Company. You’ve got clear potential, anyone can see that. The officers here can see that. But you’d be better suited with your own, there’d be no reason to hide, no reason to keep taking the suppressants the military insists you take, and maybe you’d find some pride in your phasing and kind.” Graves finished, folding his arms and narrowing his gaze. “We both know the chances of getting further than your current rank are low. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this? Bein the inferior?”

“I’m not interested, Commander Graves. I’m fine where I am.” She knew his statement was true, very few of her kind made it past her rank. The rest were snuffed out like an old match that no longer served a purpose.

“If you ever change your mind,” His voice was cool, the demeanor shifting subtly enough to kick her body back into high alert. “I’m always recruiting.”

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The ringing in her ears had grown painfully loud, like a drill in her head as Frost gasped for air, panting like a rabid dog as she turned her radio on, hoping it hadn’t been destroyed in the chaos and rubble that’d pinned her down. Her instincts begged her to shift, to defend herself from more harm. But she ignored the pain in her legs, forcing herself to speak into the radio for help. “Delta 0-2 to operator, requesting backup and exfil for my team.”

The intel had been rotten, leading them into a dog fight against the enemy who’d blown their entire facility while her team had swept through. In the chaos, most of the radios had gone down, she’d been separated from team, and encased from the torso down in rubble, shrapnel barely missing her organs. She prayed silently that her message would go through, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she waited for a response.

The radio cracked to life, the operator speaking to her through the static. “Operator to Delta 0-2, the Shadow Company is following in on your location, stand by for evacuation.” The operator told her before the radio went dead.

The gun in her hand sat like a useless prop, she was defenseless and separated from her team. Through the ringing, she could hear their gunfire in the distance, and beyond that, the distinct piercing sound of howls. Closing her eyes, Frost tried to focus on her breathing, on keeping some sense of calm to not shift. But the closer the Shadow Company got, the harder it was, she could smell the adrenaline, the excitement in their voices, the thrill of a hunt and mission. Like a dog offered a bone.

She forced her eyes open as that same pine needle scent filled her senses, blocking out all the gunpowder and gore. And as much as she hated to admit it, Commander Graves’ arrival was a sweet relief.

“Hello Lieutenant, fancy meetin’ you here.” Frost rolls her eyes at the man and his Texas drawl. “You look like you could use some assistance.”

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” She asks as Graves whistles out. Almost immediately two Shadows appear on either side, making quick work to clear away the rubble. In awe, she watched, noticing the smallest shift in their appearance and structure. They by no means looked like the werewolf appearance she was used to, but they looked so human despite the oddities. It reminded her of her father, and his ability to phase, something she’d never been able to achieve despite him trying to force it upon her.

Frost shuddered as the last of it was removed from her legs, leaving the limbs numb and limp as she attempted to pull herself up. Despite the supernatural healing lycanthropy provided, Frost found herself back on the rough ground.

“Let me help you,” Graves says, offering his arm for support. He watched her hesitate, a grin crossing his face. “Worried I’ll bite?”

"Something like that.” But she knew better than to act stubborn in a time like that, so she hoisted herself to her feet with his arm, hand clasped around his gloved one. Being so close to him, and in the bright daylight, she got a better image of his face, the sandy brown hair and light stubble, blue eyes as deep as the sea, and a distinct scar on his face that resembled clawing. There was a story behind it, she was sure, the type of story most people would shy away from.

He stops behind a wall, listening to the chaos over the radio, surveying the area beyond. A frown slipped over his face. “Vance, Dipaolo, exfil’s getting rerouted north, there’s too much noise on these damn comms to get a clear message through, find Oz, spread the word to our men and the Marines.”

“Yup-yup.” The two soldiers disappeared quickly, leaving the two alone, and despite all the outer noise, the sound of her pounding heart in her battered ribs. She watched as they darted away like black spots in her vision before turning back to look at Graves.

“I will say, Commander, I’m impressed by your men. They’re making quick work of cleaning up my team’s mess.” She says, turning her attention to keeping herself steady, even with his arm securely wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her standing. Frost realized if it hadn’t been for the Shadow Company at the ready to sweep in and help, she would’ve been a deer in headlights in the position she’d been trapped in.

“That sounds like you’re reconsidering my prior offer, Lieutenant.” There’s a smug look on his face that she scowls back at. “You’d be able to test your limits.”

The Marines had been her escape, freedom, and a chance to see a new world. It had shaped her into the person she was, and its scars had covered the ones left by her father. But the offer was tempting, like forbidden fruit, a chance to free herself from the restrictions put in place by the government. A chance to see what she was capable of, with no person or thing to hold her back. A chance to find a world where she belonged. But was she willing to take the risk? To dive into the unknown with no return?

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“If you decide that the Marines aren’t worth your time anymore,” Graves pulls the patch off his shoulder while they sit in the dim interior of the black hawk, handing it over to her. “Give me a call.” Frost took a good look at the patch, tracing the embroidered motto with her thumb. “I don’t know if you’re being foolish or not, trying to convince me to join. For all you know, I could wreck your plans.” “Well, I’ve always been a bit of a gambler, Lieutenant. I enjoy a risk.” He chuckles, a sense of pride in his voice and a gleam in his eyes. Frost paused, realizing the dangers and uncharted territories Phillip Graves would lead her into. Gambling had never been her game, but there was always a chance at a winning hand.

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Elijah volkov werewolf au????

Prob gonna make a digital drawing if this some time

[rynbeerose]

Hear me out. A fiction based on a special forces unit of werewolf!141 called the WOLF (Weaponised Operations of Lycanthrope Forces) yes i came up with the abbreviation (though I don’t know if someone has made one or not) :D

Thoughts?

[batwynn]

Wolf Stede and Mer Ed switch as requested!

[caliowl333]

The Strange Ailment

The Strange Ailment (15319 words) by caliowl Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hattori Heiji/Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan Characters: Hattori Heiji, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan, Hattori Heizou, Hattori Shizuka (Meitantei Conan) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Werewolf Heiji, Body Horror, Anal Sex, Knotting, Werewolf Sex, Hattori Heizou winning "Worst Father of the Year" award, Anxious Heiji vs Horny Shinichi, who will come out on top?, you'll have to read to find out! Summary: After noticing Heiji's sudden and uncharacteristic silence, Shinichi decides to go to Osaka to figure out what's going on with the Detective of the West. What he discovers is more than he bargained for, but nothing he can't handle. Full moon, or otherwise.

A new fic from me and @sekai-no-koi! :D We wanted to write something fun for Halloween, and they were kind enough to accommodate my need for werewolf!fic XD I hope if you decide to read, that you enjoy!

[ethereal-night-fairy]

WIP GAME

Thanks for the tag @groguspicklejar

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

I'm just slowly working away on my series if I'm honest. I have a few ideas for short fics but I haven't written anything down for those.

Forgotten Sorrows Ch 7 Redo- Fae!Soap x Female Reader ( I didn't like the first version i did of this chapter so I'm writing it again. But this time I'm focusing on developing Soap and readers relationship)

Silver Tongues like Bullets Ch 4 - Werewolf 141 x Female Reader (Reader isn't adjusting well after getting kidnapped. Names are being called and things are being thrown. They should have seen that coming though 🤷🏽‍♀️)

A Lick and a Promise Ch2 - Outlaw!Ghoap x Female Reader (this chapter focusing on the days leading up to readers kidnapping)

Broken Vows and Promises Ch 1 - Cheating Cbf!Soap which turns into Ghoap x Female Reader (this one's dark, Soap doesn't seem to want to lose you nor does he want to stop dating Simon. So that's his solution? Kidnapping you obviously! Keeping you hostage until you fall in love with Simon as much as he has...)

I might have a problem with the kidnapping trope...

Anyway here are my no pressure tags: @ghouljams @gogh-with-the-flow @the-californicationist @tinypandacakes @kastlequill @s-coquette @waves-against-a-cliff @mortuarywriting @3archangelsaints

[gentleman-todd]

So does beast word confirm Jason would absolutely be a werewolf or wolf-dog shifter in fic AU’s (like if you wanted to use canon backed information for your choice)?