#sorry i'm brainded lol

[al-the-remix]

Wolf cub cult 👀

Wolf Club/Cult

This is the one I'm struggling the most with!!! And tbh could use some direction lol.

I did the thing that I'm frequently guilty of doing where I start the fic off strongly in one tone and then get indecisive later on and start coming up with ideas that are better suited to a fic with an entirely different tone and don't know what direction to take anymore.

The basic premise of this fic is based on these two posts 1 & 2

When I was first working on it I wanted the tone to be lighter and more cracky because most of my other wips are so dark and angsty 💀 but now I really want it to be more culty and ritualistic and I'm twiddling my thumbs about deleting and reworking what I do have (pain).

My original idea for the fic: Steve receives an invitation for the Greyson Wolf Club, he's confused as to why he's receiving it now of all times as it's not really his vibe and also he's soooo old, his pussy is sooo dry :'^( *world's smallest violin plays*. Steve attends a charity event at the Detroit club house. Sid's there (!!!). Steve finds out Sid's responsible for him receiving an invitation to join the "pack". [Some stuff happens?? the charity drive auctions off dates or something?? steve bids on sid??? or something else entirely i'm not committed to this plot line] Sid and Steve fuck.

My new idea: Sid's now the one getting the invite to the pack. In this version it's less frivolous and more revered. Steve is already part of the pack and is an important and respected member/omega. He's already got a few kids. There's some kind of pack joining ritual, like a pack/omega run or something? This one would go harder on the ABO instincts.

The other thing I'm undecided on is wether it's full, partial, or no shift abo/werewolves. It should probably be full or partial, but I already have one wip where sid fucks steve as a werewolf-like monster and another where they fuck when sid's a partial shift werewolf (play the game to learn more lol) and i'm trying my best not to write the exact same porn thrice 😭

This is the rough opening I currently have for the fic (old version):

Steve stared at his inbox, his cursor hovering over the email at the top of the queue for the third time this week. It had been sent about a month ago now and every time he did happen to open it and read it he would mark it unread and send it back to the top so that he wouldn’t lose it in the deluge that flooded his inbox daily.  With a sigh he opened up the email one more time, just to be sure. He clicked through to the website prompter and was immediately bombarded with prompts to join the Feed The Wolf newsletter and various levels of membership.   Scrolled past all of the garish wolf-branded polos and hoodies. He knew that’s not what he was being offered. Hell, he didn’t even like golf--he suffered it mostly for the sake of his social life--but that was beyond the point. He could admit to himself privately that he thought the whole thing way pretty silly—and quite probably cult adjacent.   They had taken them this long to send the offer so, why now? Steve was old and retired and to be quit honest with himself and everyone around him, reaching the end of his years where he’d be appealing to that sort of pack. Packs for the rich and famous who’s schedules were too hectic or had grown distant from their brith pack with fame. There were many reason to join a club like this one; many used it as a substitute for dating apps, other as a social club, and some simply for business connections. Steve, who still held close ties with his family pack, found it mostly superficial. They had merchandise for god sakes—be he supposed for some that was part of the draw. What was the point of being associated with a pack like this if you couldn’t brag about it.  If they wanted him that badly it would be rude to refuse the offer, it was [ounded in Detroit after all. What could it hurt, Steve thought to himself, and clicked accept.