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It's october guys... We're werewolfing the blorbos

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Something-tober Day 1 : Teeth

i'm pulling from different kinktober and goretober lists to (try) and make something every day this month >:3 Won't always be this clean but i'm confident ! werebat spy design by @tiredtenko we've been going crazy over this dude

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look at this it's them !! it's the origins !!! the first sketches of them ever made !!! <3333

I figure I should actually like. post these aslkdfjk first is the original scribbles i did of my werebat spy and maned wolf sniper nd the second is like... doodles i'm not sure i'll finish lmao

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sweeter than wine, softer than a summer's night // design by @tiredtenko

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They're were-crocodiles and nobody can tell me otherwise.

Guess maybe getting cursed by Merasmus isn't always a bad thing! ...Except that they transform every full moon and Halloween.

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Wolf man as tf2 Soldier 💪

Artist: @spemmort

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"Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines and brother, I hurt people."

Werewolf scout doodles

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Hey, you! If you’re seeing this in whatever tag you’re on(or if you’re a dear follower of mine), this is an invitation to send me art requests, because I am uninspired a t m and you maybe have something you want sketched(potentially drawn if my heart aches for it to be coloured)!

Be it a character, a relationship or even, just something random you don’t even necessarily care about! maybe even something not from the tags that have been listed!! (i am willing to draw most things, so long as it’s no age gap, pedophilia, abuse or incest. otherwise, go hog wild!)

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fuckass hook wing hands make it harder to light a cig

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more werecreature scream fortress content...... does this even need a caption

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Scottish twat tf2 version

Artist: @spemmort

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Rancher life  Ch. 6 - Bring back the music

Took me more time than I wanted to, but here it is :3 I made it a bit longer than usual with a time set into the text, I hope you like it! Next chapter will be NSFW, heads up!

6:00 am

“Rise and shine, time for breakfast, guys.” Lucien said as he knocked on the guests’ door, but he got no response. He groaned and with a secure swing, he opened the door and stepped inside. “I said rise and shine!” He stopped, confused to see the bed empty, until he noticed a long, thin, white devil-like tail lazily swinging from the ceiling. He followed it with his eyes skyward finding its owner, Jean, sprawled over James, both stuck on the ceiling with a pillow and a blanket covering them. Lucien took a long deep breath. So much for getting them the best sheets in the house and they decided to sleep on the freaking ceiling. He angrily grabbed that white tail, careful to not touch the arrow-like end, and yanked it down. Jean jolted awake with a gasp, getting a tight hold of the pillow, losing all contacts with James, who, poor guy, lost the protection of his companion and normal gravity claimed him once again. The scruffy man landed face first on the bed dragging the blanket along. Lucien humph’d crossing his arms, glad to see both of them were wearing pyjamas. “Hurry up already or you won’t get any pancake!” And he stomped out.  

6:20 am

Finally the two guests joined the ranchers downstairs, fresh and dressed up, ready to start the day. Jean looked a bit overdressed though, high collared white shirt, silk black gloves, long pants and cowboy hat in his hand for later. He also strongly smelled of sunscreen. Within years, his skin got really sensitive to sunlight and he could easily burn, even after 5 minutes under the sun. James was in cosy purple t-shirt and jeans, shoeless again, but he had his shoes in his hand. They dropped hat and shoes next the exit and rushed to the kitchen smelling coffee and pancakes.

At the table Lucien and Willy were enjoying their breakfast and there were just other two chairs for the guests. James pulled his back and sat down, but when Jean pulled his, he found the fluffy cat, which purred like crazy seeing him and her paws started kneading the cushion. Jean looked up at Lucien, pouting as if begging for help, and the pianist shrugged nonchalantly as if to say it wasn’t his problem, and Willy just snorted shrugging the same way as well. Jean groaned, patted her head and pushed the chair back under the table. His long thin tail slipped out from the hidden opening in his pants, under the belt, he used it as a stool and crossed his legs.

6:40 am

It was time to set the stable in order and Lucien made both guests sweat. Actually, for them it was no effort at all… they cleaned here and there, Jean helped moving heavy things while James helped with the horses and the chickens. Willy took care of their single cow and checked for the fruit trees, orders and crates to fill.

Too bad Lucien didn’t warn Jean of Sunshine’s awful habit to steal hats. He had to ask James to get it back and it took him good 20 minutes to have it back, munched and dirty too… Luckily Willy had an extra for him.

12:00 am

After a good shower, a call to Theo to finally set an appointment for Sunshine’s possible pregnancy and a call to the previous owner of the Three Palms club, the group was off to get lunch downtown. They chose a nice restaurant nearby Mama Rin’s store, which they were going to stop by later for sure.

They got seated and, at turn, they ordered their meals. Both Jean and James sure caught the young waitress’ attention with their charm, making her blush.

“Mate, stop making everyone fall at your feet.” Willy chuckled and gave Jean’s shoulder a soft punch.

“Ehy, I do nothing, can’t help it if I’m gorgeous.” He flattered his lashes like a princess.

“A gorgeous mess.” Lucien bitterly added and grinned behind his glass of wine.

“Still gorgeous.” And he winked at James, who agreed with him.

“So,” Willy started to ask while grabbing a mini sandwich of the appetizers plate, “how’s Antoine doing? Is he still with Isabelle?” He’s been wanting to ask them about him since that morning.

“Sure thing, those two are inseparable!” The wolf said and he grabbed a bunch of mini sandwiches… “They are doing great, their sons too.”

“How many kids does she have again? I keep losing count.” Lucien asked.

Jean started counting on his fingers. “Hold on, there’s Malcolm… who is the first born, then the twins Henry and Ronald, then Charles, Darren, Valentine, Hogart and lastly Johnathan.” He puffed still amazed.

“Eight. And then you need to add William and Ryan from Antoine’s side. Man, what a family, haha.” L.J. added.

Willy snorted. “Of all names… He had to pick mine for his kid.”

“Does it mean you gotta call him dad?” The wolf laughed and ravenously chomped down three sandwiches at once.

“Nah, I already have my own daddy.” And he sipped sending a flirtatious look at Lucien, who turned as red as a tomato on the spot looking around hoping nobody around them heard his companion. Luckily for him, people were more shocked by Jean and James’ loud outburst of laughter.

2:00 pm

“I’ll head to the meeting then,” Lucien said while checking and adjusting the wrist watch, “it shouldn’t take too long. Let’s say… meet me at the club around 5 o’clock.”

“While I drag these two to Mama Rin.” Willy said as he closed the door of the restaurant behind himself. “If we don’t see you, I’ll release the dog to find you.” And he pointed at James with a thumb, grinning.

“Eh, won’t be a problem, he uses a lot of perfume, mate.” L.J. chuckled as Lucien rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, freaks… Later, guys.” He winked at his companion, who quickly reciprocated - it was their way to have some kind of kiss in public- and Lucien rapidly walked away.

2:30 pm

“Welcome! Finally I see you in my humble shop!” Mama Rin beamed when Willy, Jean-Claude and L.J. appeared at the door. She quickly trotted towards them, gave the rancher a nice pat on his cheek –to do so she had to stay on her toes- and approached the new comers pretty giggly.

Jean took her hand gently and kissed its back. “We meet again, ma’am. Charming as always.”

James bowed his head and lifted his hat as sign of respect. “A pleasure to see you again, Mama.”

“Oh shush, you two, and stop being so formal,” she said, blushing, “How have you two been? Heard ya went around Australia! Old Willy here told me. Oh, oh, silly old me, please, come and have a seat, I have tea and cookies in the back!”

Hearing cookies, Jean was the first to follow her behind the counter. They ended in a small room with a kitchen corner and a door giving on a small garden. There was a huge tray of freshly made cookies on the table and Jean couldn’t simply resist, he was munching one even before sitting down.

“Ohh I see your sweet tooth is still there, sweetie! Do, do enjoy.” She pinched his pale cheek and went to get the tea ready.

Jean looked like a spoiled brat… a spoiled buff brat and James was looking at him with quite adoring eyes.

Willy, instead, noticed few boxes on the ground in a corner. “New arrives, Mama? You got something for me?”

“I don’t know, darling, but feel free to open them.” She passed him a pair of scissors and he sat on a nearby stool starting to unbox. They were full of vinyl discs, music cassettes and books about music genres, artists and more.

Willy got completely lost into the books and magazines while the others talked about their experiences. The more he found, the more his mind ran around the idea of the club… he was still slowly realizing what that could bring into their lives and, frankly, he couldn’t wait to see Lucien back with the contract and the keys. He started fantasizing about what they were going to need, from the furniture to the small things to entertain clients between a show and the other… “Mama? How many magazines do you have?”

She turned to him blinking a bit confused. “Uhm… quite a lot actually, people really search for them. Why, honey?”

“I need you to keep aside for me a ton of these, even doubles, all you got about blues, jazz, swing, I need to fill a whole library.”

She frowned, but then smiled seeing the excitement on his face. “What you and Lucien up to?”

“Oh you’ll see!” He quickly said, not letting the other two spoil the news. He got up on his feet holding few books in his arms. “Come on, let’s start gather material! You two, get up and help me!”

Jean pouted with a cookie still in his mouth and James sighed and got on his feet. Mama Rin simply shook her head and went to get new boxes in another room.

4.30 pm

After the 5th box, Willy finally checked the time and decided what they packed was enough for the moment. They gathered quite a nice amount of material, magazines, vinyls, biographies… Willy was far from done though, but they had to go. He reached over Mama Rin’s counter and insisted to pay for the material. She complained and tried to convince him it wasn’t necessary, but the rancher insisted even more, took 300 dollars out from his wallet and shoved them in her hand. “And if it’s not enough, I’ll give you more next time!” He said angrily, but leaned over to give her a kiss on her cheek and chuckled at her grumpiness.

5:00 pm

Willy, Jean and L.J. arrived at the club location earlier just in case and waited for a while, talking to the few people in the street and have a coffee at the bar nearby. Jean was the first to notice Lucien, to hear his steps actually, and the trio hurried up to meet him.

“So? How did it go?” Willy asked him almost unable to keep his excitement under control.

With a swift and elegant move of wrist, Lucien took out the bunch of keys he had in his pocket and played with them, grinning. “As you can see, the local is ours.” And with the other hand he showed the signed deed and contract.

Unexpectedly, Willy grabbed him by the waist and lifted him, pirouetting and laughing euphoric.

“Ohi, ohi, easy! You’re making me dizzy!” The blondie laughed and patted him on the shoulders. “Put me down, silly.”

Willy obeyed and brought a hand to his hair. “Haha, sorry sorry! Come on! Open the door!”

Lucien sent him a look full of pride, recomposed himself and headed to the entrance.

The place was quite… desolate indoors… it’s not been closed for long, but looked as if been abandoned for years. The hall wasn’t big, it was a long corridor covered by an awful carpet and it led into the main room. It was a small theatre, at the end there was the stage, on the left what used to be a bar and on the right where once tables and private booths were. Now it was just dust and decay. Everything needed to be changed.

The group walked in looking around contemplating the conditions of the place. Willy had a fast pace and it was very clear his mind was giving birth to many idea altogether. His companion was quite surprised, pleasantly stunned to see such eagerness from him, thing that actually made his heart fill with pride and adoration.

On the other hand, Jean and L.J. were having a couple of troubles with the situation. The smell of the place was too strong for James’ nose and Jean gave him his precious handkerchief, which made him feel a bit better as he placed it over his nose and mouth.

Willy noticed them and went around in search for the emergency door, he found it on the right of the stage and he opened it to let the air flow. “Don’t worry, wolf, we’ll get an air conditioning system working, hehe.” To which, James replied with a thumb up.

“What’s up there?” Lucien suddenly asked. Everyone looked at the high ceiling noticing a dark mezzanine with no staircase to give access to.

“Let me.” Jean winked and quickly walked up on the wall to reach the place. “Oh wow… it’s full of old furniture. It’s pretty big as a room too.”

“Is there a ladder?” Lucien asked.

“Nope. Just ropes.”

Lucien groaned. “We’ll get it fixed too…”

“It has a wonderful view on the stage though, you could use it as private office or VIP booth.”

“We’ll see, we’ll see. We have a lot to do first.”

Willy got closer to the pianist, wrapping an arm around his waist. “You have paper and pen?”

“I always do.” He opened his shoulder bag and took out his usual note block and his pen.

“Thanks. Ok… Let’s start signing what we need to do first…”

It ended being a very long list… Many things to clean and to be replaced, many others to be added for necessities… It took them a long time to set a first phase down.

“No wonder the previous owner told me the place was a money pit.” Lucien commented seeing the long list.

“You need a monetary support?” Jean asked, leaning over his shoulder.

At that question, Lucien simply snorted and pinched his nose, making his retreat. “Not even in a million years, mon amì, we can easily afford it, don’t worry, but we’ll surely need your muscles.”

Jean turned up his nose then grinned at that request. “Won’t be a problem for that.”

“Guys, it’s almost 7pm, can we go? I can’t stand this smell anymore…” James was pretty pale and he really needed to change air. Jean took him under his arm and led him outside, excusing themselves.

Seeing them go out the front door, Lucien realized it was time to settle things down and close for the day. He packed all the papers while Willy closed the emergency door and turned off the lights, but before he could even think to follow their friends out, Willy grabbed him by an arm and pulled him against his chest and pressed his forehead against his, towering over him. Lucien blinked a bit shocked, looking up at him in his eyes, but he soon realized his lover’s intentions and he smirked. “Excited, hm?”

“Very.”

“They might be watching, you know?” Lucien chuckled.

“Let them.” He shrugged.

Slowly, they leaned closer to one another, tilting their heads just enough for their noses to not crash, and let their lips softly brush into a tender, almost shy, kiss. Hands roamed around, Lucien’s to the other’s nape, Willy’s to his back, slowly tightening their grip on the other as their kiss deepened into something passionate, intimate, something of their own and only theirs. It’s been a very long time since they felt that warmth between them, too many things to take care of, too many changes … too short free time to share together for a true moment of passion… As they slowly lost themselves into the moment, they soon realized how much they needed it and how much risky it was getting. Lucien forced himself to end the kiss with a peck and pulled away regrettably. They were both panting and craving for more, their cheeks incredibly hot and flushed, their eyes drowsy and full of desire. They hugged, leaning one against the other, pressing their faces into the nooks of the neck of the other. They remained like that for a short moment, alone, in the middle of the big room, smiling and both happy to bring back music in their lives for real.

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Rancher Life Ch. 4 - Old habits

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Lucien groaned and sat up again. “Ugh, I forgot you could do that.” He gave him a look. “What you mean by that?”

Jean laughed softly. “You still stay up at night. You’re not planning to go downtown, are you?”

The rancher looked away from him, pouting and groaning again. “It’s none of your business.” He took a long drag and puffed the smoke away, patting his knee for the cat to jump back on. He soon realized he has been a bit too harsh and sighed. “I was,” he looked up at him, “but I was going to keep my knife at home.”

“As if that makes you less dangerous.” Jean scoffed and placed his hands on the roof, pushed his legs down towards the ground, looking pretty weird since his hair was aiming skywards as if the ceiling itself had a gravity of its own, and simply dropped on the veranda’s wooden floor. He combed his hair with a hand and looked down at Lucien. “Is there something that’s still bothering you?” He sat next to him and Fantome quickly stretched her paws so she could touch his leg too.

Lucien fell silent and looked away from him. He gently pushed the cat onto his friend’s lap, put off the cigarette in the nearby ashtray and stood up, turning to face him. “It’s not like last time, don’t worry, I’m over it, but the property fight with O’Hara siblings is getting on my nerves.” He started pacing back and forth without realizing it. “Every fucking time they send their lawyer to me, try new contracts, they even threatened us in more than one occasion. It’s getting exhausting after 5 years and we cannot see a way out of it. They’re worse than bloodsuckers, they just want to get their filthy hands on the ranch, send the horses to competitions and just use them to get rich. They care shit about them or about anything their father wanted them to have!”

Jean was now standing in front of him holding his wrists. “Lu, Lu, ok, calm down now or you’ll wake everyone up.” He let him go as soon as Lucien started taking deep breaths and relaxed. Fantome was cuddling against her favourite human’s legs meowing sweetly. “Ehhh… ok. Let’s just go if it helps clearing your mind.”

Lucien nodded thankful, patted Fantome’s side with affection and headed to his car. They were both in cosy clothes, so they didn’t even bother to go to change.

 It wasn’t a long drive, after about 20 minutes they parked right under Lucien’s old apartment.

“Oh I remember the place.” Jean said as he got out of the car and looked up to the building. “Is it still yours?”

“Yes, but I just use it for stocking. I don’t have much in there though.” He closed the door and pocketed the keys. “Come on, follow me, we’ll take the long way.”

Jean quickly trotted next to him and looked around in silence. The street was completely empty, nothing moved if not for some wild critter crawling in the dark. Many crickets sang in the grass of the gardens of the neighbourhood and tiny bats flew over their heads while hunting for insects. His pointy ears twitched every time something caught his attention, which could have been a leaf falling on the ground or a cricket jumping away. Jean had an incredible hearing.

After few minutes the buildings around them started to change, their look seemed more modern and they were a couple of stores higher. Each still had a small garden with tall trees, but now noises and sounds from the core of the small city were starting to be perceptible.

“Did you use to go out like this even when you were still in your flat?” Jean asked, breaking the silence between them.

“I did, even before meeting Willy. About… one or twice a month.”

“How did it start? I never asked you.”

Lucien shrugged. “I just remember that one day I needed to do something to make me relax and I read there was a thief on the loose.”

Jean snorted. “And so the legendary Super Lu was born.” He squeaked laughing as Lucien gave him a playful punch in the guts. “Ow, you hurt an innocent!” He pretended to be hurt, but it was actually his friend to rub his knuckles.

“Yeah, I actually helped quite a few on the right way, you have no idea how many minors try to be cool choosing the criminal path to impress their friends.”

“Yet you still met men with actual bad purposes. Willy told me you got a black eye a couple of times.”

Lucien bit his lips and sighed. “It wasn’t my intention to make him worry… he’s now used to my so called adventures, but I know he doesn’t like them… I can’t help it though. If I get too nervous or upset, I tend to be verbally aggressive and he’s the last person I want to vent on.”

“Hehe I start to feel sorry for any smuggler who tries to get you.”

At that, Lucien smiled proud.

Soon the heart of the city stood right in front of them, with its lights and beautiful colours. Music echoed in the distance, mostly blues and jazz. A big park opened between them and the big lights and Lucien headed in. It was a well maintained park, with a lot of paths, corners for kids, playgrounds and picnic areas, there was also a small lake where people could swim with ducks. Now, in the middle of the night, everything was dark where the light poles didn’t shine and a bit creepy too.

Few steps in and Jean’s ears twitched as he heard something hiding in the bushes. “A nice place for an ambush here.” He said softly at his friend, who nodded agreeing. “Are you going to show me the main street? Are there new shops?” He casually asked, always keeping his ears up. If someone was so stupid to attack a knife master and a “vampire” it was just their funeral.

“Just a couple which opened few months ago, a bookstore and a hobby store.”

They followed the path until a clearance where they both noticed a group of people sitting on boulders far from them. It was a group of 4 young men and 2 young ladies, all wearing punk clothes and having colourful mohawks. They were too busy listening to their music on the stereo and enjoying their drinks to care about the two men walking on the path.

“Nasty punks.” Lucien said with actually a pretty cheerful tone, almost affectionate.

“You should try a mohawk too! I can totally see you with a bright blue crest on your head.”

“Shut up, I’m too old for such a haircut.” Lucien said, half laughing.

“What?! Nobody is too old for a mohawk!”

“Would you try it?”

Jean shrugged. “I would.”

“A nice bright red, haha.”

Jean scoffed. “Ugh, red triggers me, no thanks. Still, I doubt it’d be my style, I’m more like a metal head. I’m very tempted to let my hair grow, you know?”

Lucien looked at him confused at the fact of the colour, he was there to ask him what he meant, but he didn’t as he saw his friend stop and looking alert. He frowned even more at him and Jean signed with a nod at their left.

“Someone was following us since we got in the park. They went to call reinforcement, it seems.”

Lucien’s eyes suddenly got a weird light, he couldn’t be more delighted. “How many guests do we have?”

“Four. One has a really heavy step, must be the brute of the gang.” He snorted. “Can I handle it?”

“All yours.” He shrugged. “Just don’t bite him.”

Jean pretended to be very offended. “I don’t drink blood!” He humph’d.

Lucien rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Oh don’t be that touchy, bat.” He moved a hand into his jacket’s pocket and Jean gave him an incredulous look. He knew the pianist always had extra knives hidden somewhere on his person. “What? You should have known, mon amì.”

“When was the last time yo-“ Jean got interrupted by a man who jumped out from the bushes pointing a gun at them.

He walked around them slowly and stretched out his hand. “Com’on. All ya got.” He ordered quietly.

Jean squared him. “How rude.” He waved a hand at him, scoffing. “We’ll be with you in a second.” And pocketed his hands, looking back at Lucien. “When was the last time you met criminals?”

“Three months ago. They at least had a true gun.” Lucien sent a sufficient look at the new guy, who was now frowning at them baffled, but still pointing the gun at them.

“I don’ hav all night! Ya heard me!” His eyes moved from them to a point behind them for a fraction of a second and Jean caught that as a sign to counterattack. Not that he actually needed it, he knew exactly there were three other guys going to strike behind their backs like big cowards. He also knew the big guy was the closest.

Jean didn’t even remove his hands from his pockets, he turned around raising his leg with stunning speed and hit the huge guy straight in the jaw with the heel of his shoe, sending him flying few meters away to the side and landing on one of his partners. Both landed on the dirt path unconscious and the bat the guy was holding landed next to them. “Aw, come on… that was it…?” He stood back straight, puffing his cheeks out quite disappointed.

“Such a brute you are. Remember that you’re not in the army anymore.” Lucien shook his head.

“Brute? He was the one going to hit me in the head with a bat.” He pointed at the guy on the ground with a thumb.

“Tsk, honestly I think it was going to break in half.” He snorted, avoiding the temptation of making “bat jokes”, and looked back at the last two bandits. They were simply standing there in pure shock. The one with the gun was trembling and looking rather pale. He fumbled to get his feet working, dropped the toy gun and ran for his life following his other companion. Lucien was faster though and in a couple of seconds the first guy was pinned to a tree with a couple of small knives into his sleeve. Three more joined, pinning the guy through the other sleeve as he tried to get first ones out. “Please, monsieur, don’t make this awkward.” The man didn’t listen and tried to pull as hard as he could, not caring if he was going to rip his clothes. At that point, Lucien rolled his eyes and got the man’s neck stuck between two more small blades. The criminal finally gave up not wanting to hurt himself.

Lucien pressed a hand on his shoulder and looked at Jean. “Why haven’t you stopped the other one?” He frowned surprised.

“Because there was no need.” He chuckled and turned around showing that the escaping guy didn’t go too far. He was with his hands over his head, surrounded by people. The group of punks was standing on the path surrounding him and blocking his way. They probably saw or heard something suspicious and they decided to check what was going on. A young couple was running towards Jean and Lucien, looking pretty worried.

“Are you alright?” The lady asked them.

“Help me! Call the police! These two are freaks!” The man against the tree cried, but no one actually believed he was the victim there…

“Do I have to pin your tongue too?” Lucien hissed and the criminal bit his lips, surrendering.  

Jean turned to the young punks with a reassuring smile. “Everything is under control, sweetie. Thank you for catching the last one, haha.”

“Oh, that was easy!” She grinned cocky and turned to the gang. “Come on, guys, drag him here!” And one of the guys literally dragged him towards them, pulling him by the collar of the shirt, making his butt clean the path. The criminal had his hands tied up with some kind of rope.

In the meantime, Lucien was on the phone with the chief of police. From the way he was talking it was clear they were old friends, he gave her quick info on what happened and where to find them. “And another thing, a group of young people helped us out, make sure they get a little reward, my treat as always. Thanks, Alice, bye.” He looked up at the lady. “Can you hold them for a couple of minutes until cops arrive?”

She and her gang looked a bit confused. “Sure thing, sir. Aren’t you gonna wait here too?”

Lucien shook his head. “No, we’re on a hurry. Come on, Jean, let’s go.” He gave the pinned man a last pat on the shoulder and put his hands in his pockets before going back on his track. “Have a goodnight you all.”

Jean shook his head in disbelief and snickered. “Stay safe.” He told them and followed his friend, walking away fast. It wasn’t long before they heard sirens and saw a couple of police cars stop at one of the park’s entrances. “What about your knives?”

“I’ll find them tomorrow in my mail box, Alice knows what to do.”

“You sure have useful friends in town.”

“More than you think.” He smirked.

 They finally walked out the park and found themselves in one of the main streets. Usually there was always activity, people meeting at neat places to sing and listen to good music, drink and have fun until dawn. In that moment it was almost desert though, dark too from the lack of flashing neon signs. Jean stopped to look around. “Wasn’t there a club or something here? I remember you took James and me there once.”

Lucien stopped too and nodded. “Yes, the old 3 Palms club. It closed not long ago.” He walked over to a big door and his friend reached him quickly. “See? It used to be here. It’s the first time I see it locked and I believe everyone in this area suffered from it closing down.”

Jean walked up and down in front of the big windows trying to see inside through the darkness. There was nothing to see actually, all furniture was gone, living the dancing floor and the dining area completely barren. Even the insignia over the entrance has been removed. He took a step back and leaned his arm on Lucien’s shoulder. “Why don’t you buy it?”

The face the man made was a mix of surprise, incredulity and confusion. He looked at Jean as if he was out of his mind… looked at the club… and back at Jean even more sceptical.

  I hope you enjoyed! See you soon and thanks again for all your amazing support,

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Rancher Life Ch. 3 - The bat and the wolf

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Hi hi everyone! Sorry for being this late, but I got really busy in the last period <<

I hope you'll like this new chapter! I had a ton of fun with it and it triggered me to write more about Jean-Claude and L.J. once again *w*

“Look at that outrageous car.” Lucien snorted to himself seeing the black convertible Mercedez and took the remote from the hooks on the wall. He aimed at the wooden gate and pressed the button to open it.

“Well, haha they always have to show off a bit, you know it.” Willy walked behind him and peeked over his head. “I bet it’s Jean’s.”

“Without a doubt.” And they both chuckled.

The car moved into the ranch, on the path up to the house, and parked next to Lucien’s car. The passenger’s door was the first to open and a big scruffy looking man popped out as excited as a kid. “AH! Oh my god, look at you two!” He ran towards the ranchers and grabbed Lucien by the hand, pulling him into a manly hug. “Lucy! Man, I missed your grumbling! You look good!”

Lucien groaned because of the too strong grip. “Hi Lawrence.” He coughed as the man let him go.

Lawrence laughed and patted his shoulder, then he turned to Willy. “Oh, Willy, my man, hi!” They grabbed each other’s hand into a tight grip, as if ready to arm wrestle on the spot, then the new comer pulled him against his chest, avoiding to wrap him in his arm knowing of his scars on the back. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Likewise, L.J.! Jesus, you got buff! You weren’t this big last time we met!” He gave his arm a good squeeze to see if it was real or fake. Definitely real. Lawrence James was a tall man, with scruffy looking short brown hair, sideburns and a neat goatee. His eyes were heterochromatic, his left one was blue, famous for giving his few problems with sight, inherited from his father, and his right one a beautiful green. He was looking quite fit, wearing a cosy blue shirt and jeans. Shoeless… for some reason. He used to be a sniper years before, born in Australia, but with a mixed accent. His mother was Italian, his father an Aussie.

Finally the other door opened and Jean-Claude walked out. A shorter man, but with the physique of a soldier, broad shoulders, well-toned thighs and very well proportioned. There was no way that the shirt he was wearing was from a normal store, he surely had to get his clothes custom made. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with brown beautiful decoration over his shoulders and tight black pants. Some of his tattoos peeked from under the collar and sleeves, especially the torc tattooed around his neck. He had short puffy black hair with a sort of small pompadour on top, blue ice and the face of a pest. He used to be a spy, actually working undercover for his father. Born in France during World War II, but found by an American soldier and raised oversea. He was good at mimicking accents, but his natural one was totally American.

“Of course the pup couldn’t wait any longer!” He laughed and trotted up to them, he pulled Lucien into a hug, lifting him as he weighted nothing, then went to shake Willy’s hand. “It’s been so long!” He patted Willy’s hand while still holding it. “You guys look great!”

In the meantime the pianist was wheezing behind him trying to get his lungs to work again.

The ranchers welcomed them indoors and Willy showed them their room while Lucien went to get dressed for dinner.

Jean abandoned their baggage in a corner and dropped belly down on the big bed. In a second Fantôme was on his back, purring and snuggling on him like no tomorrow.

“Looks like she missed you a lot.” Willy observed. Jean was laughing for the tickle, but he gasped as the cat simply went under his shirt and started kneading his lower back. James and Willy laughed and walked out of the room, heading downstairs. “So, mate, tell me,” the rancher sat on one of the two couches and invited the friend to join, “how did it go? You saw all Australia? How are your parents?”

“Easy, easy, haha. Yeah, we saw it all! It’s been an intense year, but we had a lot of fun. From Tasmania to Darwin, we travelled on the coast and visited all natural parks, all main historical sites… any city we ended up in, we stopped by.” He grinned proudly showing quite big chompers. “My ma and pa are as good as always, enjoying their life in the bush and away from big cities.”

“Gertrude is still with them I bet.”

“Heck yeah, mate! She’s not going anywhere, she’s too spoiled to just leave for too long. She’s even bigger now! She’s 18 feet.”

Willy looked at him as if he was crazy. Gertrude was indeed a huge croc, but she was seen just as a huge pup free to come and go to James’ parents’ ranch anytime since 1950, when she was as big as a hand. “Unbelievable! And, eh, does she still hiss at Jean?”

L.J. couldn’t hold a laugh. “Time to time, she’s always after his tail.”

“Yeah, time to time you say.” Jean said while coming down the stairs, showing a new shirt, black with emerald thin lines on his shoulders. Apparently Fantôme claimed the previous one… “She was right out the door whenever I opened it, hissing like an angry dragon!” He laughed. “And then ma arrived to save me from the beast with a broom. Eh, it’s not even the first time I visit, this was my fifth.”

“And she still wants you as appetizer! Be glad his mother rescues you each time then.” Lucien said coming downstairs too. “Everyone’s ready?”

They all nodded and followed him outside, but Willy held James back for a moment looking pretty excited. “Can you still do it?”

James looked at him a bit confused, but he quickly understood what his friend meant. He raised his fist and after a moment of cracking noises, he opened it showing long dangerous black claws. “You can bet your ponytail, mate.” He grinned showing off again his sharp pointy canines.

Suddenly, a short, but loud honk made them jolt. They turned to see Jean waving in the car, a bit pressed against Lucien, who was glaring at him from the driver seat.

“You can play with the pup later, come on, I’m starving!” He chuckled and Lucien placed a hand on his face to push him off.

The two ex-shooters rolled their eyes and hopped in as well. It was after a while that Willy asked James where he had his shoes… Lucien slammed on the brakes and returned to the ranch at full speed. There was no way they were going into a restaurant with someone shoeless.  

 As soon as they arrived, they immediately got eyes on them from all the other guests. The ranchers were well known at Margie’s, but the new couple surely didn’t go unnoticed. Charlie was the one to welcome them and guide them to their special table on the terrace and the first thing he did was blush in front of Jean-Claude. Jean always had a wonderful way to talk to people, charming and sincere, he was a true gentleman, but he was a trickster and a goof with friends. James, on the other hand, was a man of few words, yet direct and straight to the point. When they arrived to their table, L.J. sneakily removed his shoes under the table, time to time bumping into Jean’s shins.

Margie herself went to meet them and Lucien was more than happy to present her to the new guys. Jean immediately stood up to her presence and kissed the back of her hand, enchanted to meet her and eager to try her special menu. In no time they meal arrived, something that Margie cooked only in very extraordinary occasions, and the four friends toasted to themselves.

Their chatting went on for few hours, mostly sharing stories of the last year, about adventures in the Australian desert and vicious fights with lawyers, to which the new guys frowned a bit confused, but none of them asked for more details for the moment.

When it was time to go back home, Jean insisted to see the chef once again to congratulate her for the marvellous meal and he found her and her son at the entrance. He gallantly shared his appreciation for the whole dinner and wished them a lovely night. James, too, congratulated them and followed the ranchers back to the car after bidding good night. Margie was more than enraptured, but she noticed her son’s face.

“Honey, I thought you were a straight man.” She chuckled.

“I-I thought too, dad…”

 “You guys sure break a lot of hearts wherever you go.” Willy told them peeking over his shoulder, this time the guests sat in the back.

“We swear we don’t do it on purpose, haha.” Jean said, leaning against James’ side.

“Hard to believe it when it’s you to say it, bat.” Lucien teased looking at them in the mirror. “It was a lovely evening though.”

Eventually, they arrived home and the ranchers let their guests get comfortable, get their things out of their bags and shower. Yet, before everything, Lucien desired to remind Jean that the rules of the house didn’t change from their last visit, which meant that he wasn’t allowed to go around naked. Jean had also the habit to go au naturel as soon as he could.

They soon retired to go to bed, it was pretty late and the next morning the ranchers had to work at dawn. Before midnight, the house was dark, yet a figure walked downstairs around 2am, walked out of the main door followed by Fantôme and sat on the bench on the veranda. It was Lucien. He patted his lap letting the cat jump on his legs and cuddle up there while he lightened up a cigarette taking a short drag.

“I see you still have this habit, mon amì.”

Lucien jumped out of his skin as he heard Jean’s voice coming from over his head. He got so startled the cat jumped down in a hurry. He looked up and saw his friend sitting on the ceiling of the porch, upside down, just like a bat.

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Now that I'm done with the majority of my duties, I plan to write a chapter a week, preferably on the weekends. I'll try my best to follow this schedule and I do hope you'll enjoy!

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