#the pack survives || werewolf verse

[thexandersonxbunch]

Continued from here x

Shiloh reached out and took their bone-chillingly cold hands into her own blood-boiling ones. Her own mortality, and Theo's lack of, was a topic she tried not to bring up or think about that much. They were natural born enemies, but she couldn't think of a world without them in it. "I always hoped that somehow, someway, we'd grow old together," she murmured, stroking her thumb over his knuckles, "Do you think it's possible? From someone like me, I mean. There aren't many vampire/werewolf hybrids running around."

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[thexandersonxbunch]

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older jeremy capello???maybe vampire wilson???idk...

[randomshyperson]

Lacy - Werewolf!Reader x Wanda Maximoff - Kinktober #07

Summary: This Halloween, Wanda receives a surprise visit from her favorite werewolf. The problem is that it's very difficult to keep a crush hidden during mating season.

Warnings: (+18), mutual pining, semi-public, very vague allusions to omega verse, beefy!reader, power!bottom wanda, a bit rough but they are actually sweet to each other, some praising and dirty talk. | Words: 3.144k

A/N-> First, I know nothing about werewolves. It was never my thing growing up (I’m a witch type of person I suppose) but I know about omegaverse stuff and since it’s wolf-based I tried some references from that lore. Also, I was totally thinking about Wednesday's show (and Wenclair ship tbh) when writing the school but you all be free to image whatever you wish. Also, the name is from Olivia Rodrigo’s song, ‘cause it’s such a friends-to-lovers/mutual pining coded lyrics. Good reading folks! 

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The mating season was always the most tiring part of the year.

Even as a child, her days were marked by hard work and running errands - her mother was always very busy with orders, and somehow, the twins were obliged to finish the tasks in record time, so as not to delay the calendars and keep Natalya busy when her customers needed her.

As the largest and most respected apothecary in the country, Natalya Maximoff was also one of the biggest dealers in magical items - and this also included natural suppressants. Her customers wrote to her from all over the world, many famous packs like the Romanoffs or the Howletts only bought her products, and the witch was always very busy at this time of year.

So when their mother told them that she would leave the Maximoff Magical Articles Boutique in their care for two whole days, while she delivered packages around the world, none of them were surprised, as this had been done dozens of times before.

Wanda's indignation stemmed from the fact that her twin brother, as soon as there were no more magical remnants of the portal his mother had conjured to travel through, put on a jacket and told her he was leaving.

"But you can't leave me alone!" Wanda hurried away from the counter. Pietro chuckled, adjusting his hat on his silver hair. Since he had turned 18 last month, he had grown a good few centimeters, and even with her best serious expression, Wanda, who hadn't grown much since she was 15, no longer succeeded in frightening him. That, and well, like his father, Pietro had a bastard heritage of lycanthropy, and with his new skills, he had also gained extreme confidence.

"What, you gonna tell me you're scared of some little wolves?" He sneered, his fangs protruding from his smile. Wanda huffed angrily, her cheeks slightly red. "Don't be silly, Wanda. You're a witch. Nobody's is crazy enough to mess with you."

He tries to pat her on the shoulder, but Wanda pushes a finger against his chest. "I'm not afraid of any wolves, you selfish idiot! Mom says the store is our responsibility. And you're sneaking off to do who knows what! I don't want to spend all night looking after this place on my own. Apart from the season, it's Halloween, and kids go apeshit and-"

"Jesus, Wanda, I'll make it up to you!" He cuts in, already pulling away and ignoring the other girl's protests. "I've got to go, I'm taking Crystal to the movies, then we'll settle up!

"Pietro!" But the call was ignored and the store door was slammed in her face.

Wanda huffed to herself. She could survive a Halloween night, but her brother would owe her a lot if he didn't want to be snitched on. She returned to the counter, texting him another dozen curses before texting to her mother that everything was under control.

And lucky for her, that's how the evening actually went. 

Most of the few customers who showed up were locals, a few sorcerers in need of ingredients, and even a traveling vampire who needed to replenish some reserves for a long trip. Some children also asked for candy, and tired of getting up so often, Wanda decided to leave the jars outside.

It was almost at the end of her shift, when she was ready to close the shop, that a delicious smell wafted into the room. Wanda, who was distracted by the holiday lessons that the institute where she studied always offered when there were short vacations or not, was snapped out of her concentration by the fascinating smell. She looked up just as a figure stumbled into the store, covered by a school uniform hood.

She didn't need you to remove the cap to recognize you, and yet, when your face became visible, Wanda felt her heart unlearn how to beat properly. 

"Good evening?" You looked between the shelves, approaching the cashier, only to hesitate as soon as you saw Wanda. "Oh, h-hi. Uh, is Madame Maximoff around?"

You looked uneasy, adjusting your hair and fiddling with your fingers. Your flushed face must have been due to the walk from the Institute to the store. 

Wanda shook her head as she replied: "She had some orders to place. How can I help you?"

The color of your face deepened, and you couldn't look her in the eye for more than two seconds. "Hmm, I kind of need... suppressants." And it was the turn of Wanda's face to heat up. You continued talking anxiously. "I thought I still had some, but my reservation ran out, and since I'm in the dorm, I wouldn't want to... well, would you have any left? I know it's very short notice but I really need it."

Wanda nodded quickly, equally at a loss for words. You see, if you were any other of her werewolf colleagues, the situation might even be comical. She wasn't like Pietro and didn't make friends very easily, but she shared the same taunting nature. One horny wolf in the store and Wanda would have jokes for the rest of the year. But it was you, her longtime secret crush, emanating a very pleasant scent and in need of something so intimate that Wanda could barely control her own thoughts about what other ways she could help you if there were no other suppressors in the store.

"My mom usually sells everything before the season starts, but I can look in the warehouse to see if we have any leftovers. I'll be right back." She says, smiling softly at your anxious figure.

Wanda has never seen you in heat before; the mating seasons for new wolves begin at the end of puberty, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, and the vast majority of her werewolf classmates at the Institute return to their packs at this time of year, already matched with their partners in the traditions of the lycanthrope. Wanda only knows about the rituals from her father's family, because each clan, from the Vampires to the witches, is very private about it all. Witches like her mother, who specialize in all kinds of products, are the exceptions.

Wanda tries the storeroom next to the counter, but after a few boxes, she snorts in frustration. Her mother really did sell everything, and she almost reprimanded you for not planning properly. For older, mismatched wolves, being without suppressors could be really dangerous. For you, a new werewolf, it would only be quite painful. It was easier for her to feel sorry. 

And while she tried the last few shelves at the back of the storeroom, you grew even more restless outside. Wanda had no idea how intoxicating the essence of a witch, especially a witch one cared about, was. If you hadn't been so desperate, you would have given up going into the store as soon as you could smell her from around the corner, but then again, your brain wasn't working very rationally right now.

And there was also a scarf on the counter, Wanda's most characteristic item since she had received it as a gift so many years ago. Many of the times you've noticed her, she's worn the item around her neck and it made sense that her scent was so strong in the room, even though she was upstairs.

Your limbs moved by instinct, you didn't have to think much, just let yourself be guided by the urge to exhale that distinctive smell more deeply. 

Your face was pressed against the scarf when Wanda reappeared, and her confused giggle made you jump away mortified.

"Are you all right there?" She ventured, receiving a very quick and embarrassed nod. Wanda chuckled again in amazement, and without caring much about your current condition, she approached. "I looked upstairs, but my mother sold everything, sorry. There's something else you might like to try, maybe a calming potion so you can sleep while... well, this happens to you."

You quickly agree, still embarrassed at being caught. Wanda doesn't mind, if anything, she always found it very entertaining how different you were from the other werewolves she knew; loud and confident to the point of being idiotic. Pietro was a prime example. And if it wasn't for your distinctive stature, she could easily have assumed from your shy and careful personality that you were just an ordinary human, perhaps a mermaid from the way you seemed to bewitch Wanda's attention all to yourself.

"I'm sorry." You mutter suddenly, while she is searching for a sleeping potion on the shelf under the counter. Wanda turns her face up in confusion, but you're looking away. "From the scarf, I know it's... weird. But my body seems to be acting on its own. Just forget about it when we get back to school, okay? I'll be normal when it's over."

"Don't worry, I don't mind." She assured meekly, before finally finding some bottles that could help you and taking them back to the counter. She bit her lip at the way you were panting, and the way your trembling fingers pulled some notes and coins out of your pocket. "You can take these two vials today, and this one in the morning if you're still..."

"Horny'?" You joke, and take Wanda by surprise, but she manages to return the short laugh. Your hands push out the money and she turns away to pack the vials into a small bag. "So, one now and two tomorrow."

Wanda quickly denies it. "No, darling, two now and one tomorrow. Are you... are you sure you're all right? You're sweating-"

"Just give me a minute." You interrupt her with a gasp, the sudden wave of heat catching you completely off guard. The room starts to spin, and for a whole moment, all you can feel is your own arousal and the way you want to touch the witch in front of you. Your body gives way, and your hands force down on the counter, disastrously strong enough for the wood to crack. Wanda jumps in fright, worried, but you grunt quietly. "Shit, I'm really sorry-"

She hurries around the counter, and her soft hands make you jump away. "Hey, it's okay, I just want to help you stand up."

But you gasp in despair, wrenching your body away from her. "Don't touch me, Wanda, for God's sake." You grunt, and if you hadn't sounded so affected, Wanda would have taken offense. Instead, she stands ready to catch you if you lose your balance again, and that's exactly what happens. This time, your weight falls forward, and Wanda's body serves as a barrage. 

Your wolfish weight is almost too much for her, and it doesn't help that your face is buried against her collarbone, and your arms embrace her clumsily. "Hm, so soft." She hears you sigh, as she struggles to drag you over to the reading area of the store's bookshelves, where there's a sofa to put you on. When you fall into the cushions, you look up with dreamy eyes and an easy smile playing on your lips. Wanda gasps softly from exhaustion. 

"Wait here a moment, okay? You feel like you're burning up with a fever. I'll get you some water." She explains, but it doesn't seem like you're listening very much, disconcerting her with the way you're looking at you so discourteously, your pupils dilating. Wanda adjusts a strand of hair, self-conscious under your gaze. "I'll be right back."

She practically runs out of there, and alone, realizing her own hands are trembling as she remembers the sensation of having your body against hers. She shakes her head to push the thought away, you were clearly in a vulnerable moment right now, and Wanda doesn't think she'll survive the shame of being rejected once the heat wears off.

When Wanda returns with the water, she almost drops the glass on the floor. You haven't moved, but you've changed position, limp against the sofa, evidently rubbing yourself down the item as you whimper. 

"Oh, detka, let me help you." Wanda abandons the glass on a shelf, and rushes to your side, kneeling beside the sofa. You gasp in embarrassment, trying to escape her gaze, but Wanda's hands grab your warm face. "Let's go upstairs. I'll make it better." She whispers the invitation, but the thought alone is enough for you to grunt in affection and pull her face towards you. 

It's a hungry kiss, and the position doesn't help. Wanda has to grab your shoulders to keep from falling to the floor and ends up breaking into a giggle when a moment later it's you who's throwing yourself at her, desperately kissing her as if she's going to disappear. 

The lightness disappears quickly. She feels very hot and bothered, especially when your tongue slips into hers as if you already knew exactly how to kiss her, and your hands touch her entire body with determination. Her plea for you to slow down turns into a moan when your knee pushes between her legs.

It's almost primitive the way you seem willing to have her right there on the floor, angrily trying to pull her clothes off while your moans mingle. Wanda's face burns and she struggles to match the kiss, losing that battle all too easily when your palms begin to stimulate her nipples. 

She can feel the wetness begin to bother her through the fabric of her panties, and perhaps, you can smell it too, because you grow more impatient, and begin to murmur disconnected compliments into her skin, your hands reaching down to unzip her pants. Wanda chokes between moans, practically whimpering when your fingers find her so ready. 

You enter her, all at once, without a second thought. You suck on her tongue as she squeezes your fingerprints and soaks your hand. It's dirty and rough, and Wanda couldn't hold back even if she tried. Yet the store door opens, and she has to bite down hard on your shoulder to muffle her own noises.

Whoever the customer is, asking if there's anyone there or if the store is open, Wanda makes sure they don't see her. Her eyes are scarlet, and it's never been harder to do a concealment spell than it is now, with your fingers thrusting inside her as if the world around you hardly mattered. Finally, the customer leaves and her magic plays its part in locking the door before Wanda digs her nails into your back and comes against your fingers.

It's not enough - Nothing seems to be. You continue your movements inside her until Wanda is spasming again, begging for a pause. Your hungry mouth finds its way into her most intimate place then, just to tear more pleasure out of her. She loses count of how many times she comes, on your fingers and tongue, until the whole store smells of sex.

Fuck, she has to move you before Pietro comes back.

It's only when you let her breathe, retreating like a wounded wolf, that Wanda notices the puddle of moisture on your pants. You came at the mere act of watching and touching her. 

"Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?" She coos gently, propping herself up on one elbow now that you're lying on your back, one arm over your face. Your clothes are as torn as theirs, but there are many more marks on her body than on yours. 

You sniffle quietly, and Wanda looks at you with concern. "Why didn't you stop me?" you ask upset, and Wanda stares in shock for a moment. Then, swallowing dryly, she works up the courage:

"You didn't want this?"

But your reaction is to laugh incredulously. "Of course, I wanted it, Wanda! But I'm talking about you. Why didn't you stop me? You're a witch, you could have knocked me down, look at you! You're all purple, and I... God, I can't believe I... hurt you." 

She climbs into your lap before you can despair, ignoring your soft protest and grabbing your crying face. "I haven't stopped you because I've wanted you to since we met." She assures you determinedly, caressing your cheeks. "I'm in love with you, you idiot."

Sniffling softly, you raise hopeful eyes. "Really?"

Wanda smiles, her weight against your chest. "Really." She assures you. "And don't worry about the marks, I... like it rough."

You groan in embarrassment, looking away and amusing her. There's a moment's pause, and then finally: "I like you too."

Wanda bites back a smile. "I got that impression, you know? When you were all whiny on me." 

Your laugh is sincere and shy, and Wanda kisses you as your hands grip her thighs. But before she can deepen it the way she'd like, you break again.

"Thanks for helping with the heat... but I'll take you on a date after this. I promise."

She pulls on your bottom lip with a provocative bite. "I'll charge." She assures you in a naughty whisper, and you sigh contentedly as she presses your hips together. Smooth movements, and you're already seeing stars again. 

Your breathing becomes shorter, and Wanda traces her fingers along your jaw, while her other hand moves down. "I bet you're all warm and tight."

You sigh, closing your eyes and nodding in agreement. Wanda kisses you leisurely, also taking time to slide her fingers into your pants and assess the effects of everything so far. She's not surprised by the immense wetness, but the sensation of sinking into you is overwhelming. She can feel ready for another when she starts to stimulate you and watches you squirm beneath her.

"So good... don't stop..." You moan helplessly, and the grip on her thighs is almost strong enough to hurt. Wanda makes a mental note of how to make you lose control of your strength, before curling her fingers inside you and being rewarded with the sweetest sounds in the world. "W-Wanda!"

She decides she likes it very, very much when you whimper her name like that. She continues her motions a few more times until you come hard on her fingers. Wanda thrusts a few times, before removing them and bringing them to her mouth, sucking them clean while you try to catch a breath. 

Your murmurs are labored, and Wanda kisses your cheek a few times. "Come on upstairs, sweet baby, I'll take care of you." She tries to get up, but your hands steady her on your lap.

It's almost ridiculous how easily you lift the two of you, and Wanda has to hold onto your shoulders, chuckling softly at your uncertain stumbles on the way upstairs. 

She'll have time to look after the store when you fall asleep. Right now, she's more focused on kissing you again.

[ladykailitha]

Howlin' For You Part 2

I love how that rhymes! What can I say I'm a dork!

Ah yes the little ficlet that got away from me. The first part is here. The main story is here.

I actually just love this verse in general. It's just a fun little world to play in.

Tomorrow there will be no WIP Wednesday due to the holiday. But I will be back next week with maybe a new fic for you to request. We'll see how far I get.

Sunday is also the beginning of my hiatus. Every once in awhile, I take a break from posting to relax, spend time with my family and fluff back up my backlog. I'm just not sure who long it's going to take. I said two weeks last time and I was ready to get back at it after a week. But we'll see.

~

Steve thought he looked ridiculous, like he stepped off the covers of some Harlequin romance. All he needed was a busty blonde trying to rip his clothes. Which he honestly didn’t know any. He was too well-bred to tug at his cravat even though he wanted to.

Not that it was too tight. It was impeccably tailored. That was the upside to having friends in every avenue of the supernatural community is that clothes were always made by the best tailors and seamstresses in the world. Saville Row in London wished they had the talent of the elves that made his attire tonight.

His outfit was based on the military attire of the period he was representing tonight. All of his pack were dressed similarly. Even his female alpha wore the white slacks and red coat, though hers was less resplendent then his. Her words, not his. But they cut the dashing pair.

Next to him, Chrissy was wearing a classic ballgown all in black and trimmed with red lace. But only a fool would think either of them weak.

There was no softness in her features. If Steve looked like he walked off the covers of a Harlequin romance, Chrissy looked like she walked off the cover of a gothic horror romance novel. Her eyes were cold and calculating. Though, her cover would absolutely have a pretty young woman in her clutches.

He looked up as Eddie and Wayne were announced and smiled. Now he knew why Robin was insistent on their looks. Now, Eddie and Steve would match. God, he loved his best friend.

Next to him, Chrissy bristled when Eddie’s friends came up to him as soon as he entered. Steve put his hand over hers.

“Now, now,” he murmured. “The silkie, sirens, and gwyllgi don’t owe the vampires any deference and don’t know Eddie and Wayne are supposed to greet you first. And they will. Just wait.”

Chrissy took a deep breath. “You’re right. My apologies. I’m not used to interacting with the supernatural community at large. Vampires tend to be very insular by nature. Comes with the whole needing to drink blood to survive.”

Steve nodded. Werewolves were the same. But that was the reason for this ball in the first place. To foster those connections with the supernatural beings they went to school with, worked with, lived along side of.

After the showdown that left the coven in tatters and the werewolf pack in chaos, both Chrissy and he thought this would be a good idea to have an occasion to celebrate the community that came together to rid this town of evil.

Halloween and New Year’s Eve had been floated around, but Steve thought the best night to have it would be the winter solstice. It wouldn’t be on the same day of the year and full moon excluded, it held a great significance for many members of the supernatural beings that made up their small town.

And so the Yuletide Ball was born.

It was going great so far. Well, mostly. There was that one incident...but no one was hurt and everything was fine. It was!

~

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off Steve and Chrissy. They exuded power in a way that drove him wild. Wayne had that from years of experience, but these two were born to it. Eddie was so glad one was his best friend and the other was his boyfriend.

He was about to go over to them to greet them like he was supposed to, when Gareth and Brian came up to him with their dates. Barb looked stunning in a dress that looked like waves out on the water in various shades of green, while Brian was in a tux and feathered short cape. Gareth wore traditional hunter’s garb with a black fur cloak. His date was another gwyllgi from his pack, a young man named Darren, who was blushing next to Gareth.

“Hey!” Eddie said with a big grin. “You all look great!”

They chatted for a moment before Eddie finally made his way to the center of this and every universe, Steve.

“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted with a kiss and then bowed to Chrissy. “Your Dominus.”

“Eddie,” Chrissy said as they kissed cheeks. “I’m so nervous right now. A fight almost broke out between Jonathan Byers and Darren Driscoll.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What happened?”

“Apparently werewolf greeting and gwyllgi greeting are two separate things,” Steve said with a wince. “Only no one was told, so when Darren wouldn’t bare the back of his neck as per werewolf greeting, Jonathan got his hackles up thinking Darren was trying to slight him.”

Eddie blinked at them for a moment. “Oh shit. Yeah, gwyllgi only scent each other if they hadn’t been introduced first.”

“Yup,” Steve said pursing his lips and rocking back on his heels. “Thankfully Gareth dashed between them and explained things before either of them transformed.”

“Thank god for Gareth’s quick thinking, then,” Wayne said, coming up behind Eddie. “We should get Nancy to interview and catelogue all the different set of manners from everyone to avoid that next year.”

Steve smiled. His former female alpha had found herself at loose ends after Robin replaced her and this would help with that. “I think she’d like that a lot.”

Wayne bowed his head to Chrissy. “Your Dominus.”

“Your suggestion is elegant,” Chrissy said in lieu of a greeting. “Would you wish to inform her of it?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Wayne said with a smile. “I’ll go to see to it now.” He bowed his head again and then was gone.

“My apologies, Eddie dear,” Chrissy said, “but I don’t know how Billy tolerated your in his territory for as long as he did. That man is simply too powerful.”

Eddie smirked. “Because it’s not Billy who did the toleratin’, and by extension you. He tolerates you in his territory. He’s been here since the town was seventy settlers, nine vampires, and sixteen werewolves. And I think it’s best you remember that fact.”

Chrissy opened her mouth to protest but found that she couldn’t. She stared at Eddie in shock and then bowed her head.

“Whoever sired your uncle must have been powerful indeed,” she murmured.

Eddie licked his lips slowly and the look on his face sent a shiver down Steve’s spine. Eddie, of course new who his grandsire was. But whoever it was, the young, newly turned vampire wasn’t saying.

Eddie bowed and then turned to Steve. “May I have this dance?”

Steve nodded and let him take him by the hand to lead him out to the dance floor. Unlike the vampires here, he didn’t need to afford Chrissy any deference as he was her equal. They glided together as they moved across the dance floor.

“Is your pack still pressuring you to take a mate?” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear.

“No,” Steve said fondly, “after the events with Murray and Billy they aren’t keen to see me reproduce. Too afraid that I would imprint my forward thinking views on the new pups.”

“Baby,” Eddie said morosely. “That’s not a good thing. They should be respecting you, instead of this backtalk again. Didn’t they learn anything?”

Steve snorted. “I guess not. I thought that having Robin as my female alpha would help, but it someways I think it’s made it worse. The two outsiders running things.” He shook his head ruefully.

“Especially after you had to expel Tommy from the pack as Keeper,” Eddie murmured. “Thankfully no one had the ill sense to take his side, especially since he went willingly. But the fact that a Keeper hated the alpha so much he turned traitor? Yeah, that’s not a good look.”

Steve pressed his cheek to Eddie and breathed, “They don’t like that I’m dancing with you, either. But somehow Lucas and Max are perfectly fine to be pressed cheek to cheek as they glitter like stars on the dance floor.”

“That’s because I was born to ruffle feathers, darlin’,” Eddie said with a sigh. “Or in their case fur. But you’ll have a long and prosperous reign as alpha and they will either change with the times or leave.”

“I wish I could follow through with my threat and make you my mate,” Steve murmured, “werewolf law be damned.”

“Um...” a voice said timidly behind them, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but there’s no law that says your mate has to be a werewolf.”

Eddie and Steve stopped dancing and turned around. Standing there was a spunky blonde girl with actual fucking ringlets.

“Who are you?”

The girl beamed up at him. “Hi! I’m Suzie Bingham! Dustin invited me.”

Eddie and Steve shared a look of surprise. Dustin had been sent to a science and math camp for werewolves the last part of the summer and had come back with a supposed girlfriend. A girlfriend no one thought existed.

Until now.

“Hello,” Steve murmured. “You’re from the Provo pack, correct?”

“You remembered!” Suzie said brightly. “But about the whole mate needed to be another werewolf is bull crap.”

“And how do you figure that?” Eddie asked eyeing her curiously.

“Mormon werewolves get a bad rap because of the whole polygamy thing,” she said with a wince, “but we’re really good at keeping records.”

Steve rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “And what do your records say?”

She beamed up at him. “That the most famous pack in the Midwest had silkie for a mate in the 1840s.”

“Okay,” he hedged nodding with pursed lips. “But I doubt the silkie was male. The point of the alpha is to breed.”

Suzie wrinkled her face in disgust, pulling her chin down to her chest. “Gross. And I thought our family values were messed up.”

“Listen, Suzie was it?” Eddie asked with a feral smile. She nodded, her sunny attitude never dimming for a moment. “Would you please get to the point? Please!”

“Oh!” she said, eyes wide. “Shoot! Right. So the purpose of an alpha male isn’t to breed with the alpha female or any of the women of the pack to breed more werewolves. The point of the alpha is turn people into werewolves to prevent inbreeding. Which brings me to my point. The point of the alpha’s mate isn’t to bring pups into the world but to stand as his second in command.”

“But isn’t that the point of the female alpha?” Steve said, tilting his head in confusion.

Suzie shook her head. “The point of a female alpha is so that the women of the pack have someone to go about problems inherent in being...well female I guess.”

Eddie and Steve stared at her in shock and then glanced at each other.

“I don’t even know where the notion that the female alpha was supposed to be the second in command came from,” she continued to ramble. “Maybe someone looking at wolf packs would be my guess. But werewolves and wolves aren’t the same thing. Even the wolves we turn into tend to be bigger than any beast found in nature. I’m hoping my dad will let me study them so I can compare the two cultures.”

“And would you be willing to tell everyone that?” Steve asked innocently.

“Oh I already have been,” she said with a grin that belied the cute exterior. “Since I got here yesterday, in fact. But you’ve been so busy planning this wonderful party, that I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you that.”

Steve smiled at her. “And will you be joining us for the full moon celebrations on Monday?”

Suzie batted her big blue eyes up at him and smiled so sweet and innocently. “It would be my honor.”

She curtsied and then was off again, probably back to Dustin. Steve watched her go with growing fondness. He looked over at Eddie who was grinning at him.

“What?”

“Are you going to adopt every teenager you meet or just the werewolf ones?” Eddie asked sweetly, leaning into his space.

Steve’s jaw dropped and he nudged him out of his space with his elbow. “Excuse you! Mr. I-Must-Adopt-Every-Lost-Sheep-in-High-School!”

Eddie batted his eyelashes. “Darlin’ I don’t believe I implied that I wouldn’t co-parent with you, I was just wondering how big our brood was going to get is all.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. It was Eddie’s favorite laugh. Eyes screwed up tight, mouth open and wide, his shoulders shaking with genuine mirth.

“Not all of them,” he said when he could catch his breath. “Just that one. Because she’s right, vampires tend to be insular because they have to be, but werewolves shouldn’t be. By their very nature they have to be social.”

Eddie nodded, his lips pressed in a firm line. “And thanks to the former pack going to crazy with the whole killing humans and all and the aftermath of that, for the last fifteen years the former Harrington, now Roane pack have been isolated from other packs.”

“Thanks to Murray,” Steve said rubbing his chin. “But how to convince them that everything they know was fed to them by fucking Wormtongue.”

Eddie kissed him firmly on the lips in the most searing kiss.

“Wow,” Steve said blinking in shock. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“You talked nerdy to me,” Eddie growled. “You said Wormtongue and you got it right. That was so hot.”

Steve blushed.

Eddie tapped Steve’s forehead. “But enough about the pack and all that bullshit. I shouldn’t have brought it up, we’re here to party and not play politics.”

And then as if the musicians Chrissy hired had heard him, the music changed from a minuet to something more upbeat.

Suddenly the floor was flooded with people and they were dancing. Eddie twirled Steve around and Steve laughed as he gracelessly stumbled around in a circle. Even Chrissy and Wayne were out on the floor cutting loose. They made for an odd couple, but they were clearly having fun.

Then Steve spotted him. He was hiding in a corner, sipping on mulled wine and trying to look inconspicuous. Which probably would have worked on every other member of the party, but not Steve.

He whispered in Eddie’s ear that he’d be right back. He beelined it straight for the pillar he was hiding behind.

“Dr. Sam Owens,” he said smoothly, “I was starting to wonder if my invitation had gone awry.”

Sam choked on his wine and started coughing. Steve slapped him on the back until he got his breath back. He looked up at Steve with watery eyes and a half-hearted attempt at a glare.

“I forgot my magic doesn’t work on you.”

Steve chuckled. “Being a Van Helsing really does have its perks. Now why are you hiding here instead of dancing with Wayne instead of Chrissy?”

“I’m not immortal like he is,” Sam muttered, “and if he tried to turn me it would kill us both.”

“Ah.”

Because yeah, Steve got it. As werewolf, he would live a couple hundred years, but Eddie? Eddie would live forever unless someone killed him or he took his own life.

“And quitting the VHS won’t help?”

“No,” Sam said, his glare more effective this time now that he was no longer choking on his wine. “Because if we lost our protections when we left, that would leave us vulnerable to attacks from people who didn’t like us sticking our noses in their business.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “Fair enough. But from one hopeless romantic to another, it doesn’t matter how long you have, share it with him. After all nothing is promised.”

Sam nodded.

Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze. “And maybe make a grand entrance, yeah?”

Sam barked out a surprised laugh. “Yeah okay.”

Steve went back to dancing with Eddie, promising him to tell him later what all that was about. They laughed, danced, ate, and drank their way through the night until about halfway through when Sam suddenly appeared at the top of the grand staircase, resplendent in silver and blue. A perfect complement to Wayne’s outfit.

Eddie pointed up at the stairs to Wayne, whose smile took over his face. He walked over to the stairs and reached the base just as Sam did.

“Sam...” Wayne breathed. “You’re here.”

“For you,” Sam murmured, leaning over and kissing Wayne’s knuckles. “May I have this dance?”

And the music changed again to something softer, more tender and dear.

“I’d be honored.”

Steve took Eddie into his arms and sighed happily. “I think this is going to be the best Christmas I’ve had in my life.”

“Yeah baby, how’s that?” Eddie murmured, pressing his cheek against Steve’s.

“Suzie will help straighten out the pack so I can be with you,” he said softly, “Sam and Wayne are back together. Nancy will be writing that supernatural manners book. And the other members of the supernatural community in Hawkins no longer feel like second class to the werewolves and vampires. Really what more could I ask for?”

“That does sound like an amazing Christmas present, baby,” Eddie purred. “Happy Yuletide and Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

“Merry, Christmas, Eds.”

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[seijorhi]

Hey Rhi 🙌 what are your thoughts on werewolf Miya twins X vampire reader 🤔 I was reading your fic Scar Tissue and thought it would've been cool if the reader was a vampire. Especially since vampires and werewolves are natural enemies and would be ironic/ funny in a way. I've been reading a lot of vampire shows and movies (mainly twilight🌚), and they always state how they think werewolves are volatile and barbaric creatures that are beneath them; which I feel goes hand in hand with the Miya twins, lol. Not only that, but your blurbs about the Inraizaki wolf pack also feed into my delusions 😭

Do you think that the twin's obsession would be just as deep? Or do you think the differences in their nature would be too deep that they aren't interested at all? Or maybe it's a gradual feeling?

What if it's the whole Inraizaki pack against the reader's coven (just like that one that you did but with a slight twist)? Maybe the pack stumbles across the coven and finds the way they live to be extremely off-putting. (Im basing this off the Cullen’s way of a more refined and humane living 😅)

I just love the thought of them being natural enemies. I literally can't see the twins being anything other than hot-tempered, irrational werewolves 🫣

I don't know what to do with all these little concepts, ideas, and blurbs but I felt the need to share; I'm starting to think that it's just the excitement of Spooktober and also the absurd amount of love I have for Twilight clouding my delusional mind.

I’ll stop my geeky rambling now or else I'll be able to talk about this all day!

HAPPY SPOOKTOBER 🎃👻

not so much twilight-verse, but i do love the concept of the miyas as werewolves with the reader as the vampire they're obsessed with.

she's supposed to be stronger than they are, invincible, but that's only when she's not close to starving. they have her in heavy chains, locked away from the harsh sunlight in their den.

on rare occasions, as a treat, they'll drag home an extra half-dead human for her to play with, but mostly they want her to feed from them. there's something kinda hot about it, her survival dependent upon them. their blood filling her with life.

they'll have her begging for it before they'll let her take so much as a sip – begging for the blood of the filthy dogs she'd once sneered at. they'd let her take it from the vein herself if she hadn't tried time and again to rip out their throats, all snarling and savage.

but it's okay. they won't take it personal. they like their pretty, bloodthirsty little pet with a bit of bite.

[queencvbra]

Werewolf Tory verse basics atm:

Flexible verse. Follows TW rules for the most part even though I have not seen most of the show, this is 100% Cali’s influence (ily ❤️). Like her slayer verse, this can also fit with her main verse as a crossover or as an AU in itself.

Tory became a werewolf by being bitten. She was 15, and she was turned by her mother’s boyfriend at the time, who unbeknownst to her was an Alpha werewolf trying to grow his pack and his own power by extension. He bit both Tory and Eliza against their wills in an effort to turn them. Tory survived and turned, but Eliza did not turn nor did she ever fully recover. Brandon was not there that night, and his absence is likely the only reason he’s still alive because that kid would not have survived being bitten.

She has an intense distrust of other werewolves because of how she was turned. She’s been a lone wolf for the past three years; never part of a pack, and always on the move to avoid hunters. But lately it’s become harder to keep moving due to her mother’s illness progressing to the point where she’s bedridden, leaving Tory more vulnerable than ever, especially because she has extremely poor control over her inner wolf due to having no guidance, no anchor, and preexisting issues with her IED and poor emotional control.

She disappears every full moon. This is her attempt to avoid hurting other people; she gets as far away from others as she can until the phase changes and she can have some control back. She does relish in the power and freedom she feels being able to just let it go for that period of time, but it’s becoming increasingly more dangerous for her due to her inability to move from place to place like she used to and she’s at an increased risk for being discovered the longer this goes on. She attempts to find ways to control it because of this, locking herself indoors or trying to find other methods, but with her poor willpower it’s a big struggle for her.

Her wolf eyes are gold. She’s technically an Omega, and she hasn’t killed an innocent. Her wolf form is also pretty mild by comparison to more powerful werewolves; she doesn't go full bipedal, she just gets the basic claws / eyes / fangs / brow ridge. She is powerful for an untrained wolf with no pack but compared to others that do have packs / etc she doesn't really stand a chance. Not how she is currently.

She’s adept with her empathic / pain taking abilities because 1. She cares too much in general and 2. She’s practiced on her mom a lot over the past few years in an attempt to help her.

She’s angry. She’s feral. And she’s absolutely terrified. She never asked for any of this and she feels like a monster. If she ever found the man who did this to her and her mother, she would try to kill him.

[perzysprumia]

HAYLE MARSHALL.

full name: hayle marshall / andrew labonair

full birth name: andrea elizabeth labonair

full adopted name: hayley jane elizabeth marshall

species: werewolf-vampire hybrid

age: verse dependent but turned at age 21

birthday: 6th june 1991

zodiac: gemini

gender: trans man (began transition after season 1 of the originals)

pronouns: verse dependent, but usually he/him

sexuality: pansexual

race: white

hair color / style: dark brown / usually shoulder length but sometimes cut short.

eye color: hazel/brown

height: 172cm / 5’8”

skills/traits/personality: do i even need to list this???? here’s hayley’s wiki page

family: hope mikaelson (daughter)

fandom: the vampire diaries / the originals / legacies

faceclaim: pre & during transition - phoebe tonkin / post transition - elliot fletcher

C A N O N D I V E R G E N C I E S :

cw: gender dys.phoria, internalized transp.hobia, repressing gender identity, sui.cidal thoughts, HRT, mentions of s.urgery

around age 8 is when hayle started having thoughts that everyone around him calling him a girl felt wrong, somehow. a defining moment for him was when he was asked to play house and his friends let him be the dad, and the feeling that gave him has stuck with him ever since.

as an early teenager, hayle began exploring his sexuality as well as gender expression, cut his hair short, wore clothes meant for boys, etc. this changed when he triggered his werewolf curse and was thrown away by his adopted family; he felt being trans would put an even bigger target on his back while out on his own trying to get by, so he continued presenting as a girl.

hayle was focused on nothing but survival and trying to find his birth family for so long that he thought he’d left that part of himself behind, even though all the feelings were still there underneath it all. repressing this part of himself was a contributing factor to how ruthless and violent he was in tvd.

getting pregnant gave hayle massive amounts of gender dy.sphoria to the point where he was su.icidal, and the only reason he stayed alive is because sophie deveraux kept him captive after finding out he was pregnant with klaus’ child.

throughout season 1 of the originals, hayle struggles with his gender identity on top of all the other chaos happening in new orleans. rebekah is the only person that hayle tells the truth about himself to, and she keeps it to herself until hayle is ready to tell others.

after hope is born and hayle becomes a hybrid is when he decides he is going to transition to the best of his ability. he finally tells klaus and elijah and jackson, and klaus pays for all his medical expenses and new clothes. hayle cuts his hair and begins HRT, but because he is now a hybrid and heals too quickly, he cannot get top or bottom surgery and will be continuously wearing binders and packers.

being on testosterone makes hayle even more aggressive and violent after turning, but finally being able to be himself is the only thing keeping him going after turning into a vamp and losing his daughter.

he still marries jackson to unite the pack and transfer his hybrid powers to them so they can protect hope.

by the end of season 2 of the originals, hayle is fully transitioned to the best of his ability, but a bit of detransitioning happens when klaus puts the crescent curse on him and he cannot continue his HRT for a few months.

freya attempts to help by doing a spell that cycles the testosterone in his body instead of burning it up. when davina lifts the crescent curse, hayle begins HRT again, and freya makes the hormone spell permanent so that hayle no longer has to rely on injecting hormones in fear of detransitioning.

freya is consistently looking for gender affirming magic to help hayle feel better in his body.

this is a canon divergent version of a canon compliant character. this is NOT a gender bent version of hayley marshall. this is hayley marshall. i am willing to write pre-transition hayle, do not be afraid to ask, but it will have to be set in tvd or seasons 1-2 of the originals.

[matriarchale]

starter pack for lauraㅤ:

@throatrips & i have plotted that derek & laura are actually twins, laura being the oldest ( & wisest ) of the two. derek is her whole world & the person she trusts with her entire soul. she loves her whole family ( except her uncle, get wrecked, peter ) but her brother is just on another level.

when she was a student in high school she was a member of the basketball team & her friends were generally more male. she the one of the guys type of gal.

laura had big plans for her life but, unfortunately, life didn't have plans for her so... fuck off, peter. in verses where she's resurrected, or has lost half her life to being comatose, this is what she regrets the most. she doesn't recognise herself in the mirror anymore, & has zero clue or direction what her life should go in now.

she will fight tooth & nail for the ones she loves & if this means dying again to ensure that they survive ? that's a trade she won't hesitate to make.

fuck you, peter.

while laura has a big heart, it's often anger that defines her. being brought back from the beyond tends to have that affect on someone.

laura cannot conceive children. it's not something she's ever thought about, being a mother, but knowing that it's been taken off the table for her does cause some upset.

demisexual.

leading on from that, laura feels disconnected from the world, like she's not really there or a part of it. she yearns for connection, warmth ( her body does not hold the heat of a typical werewolf, she's cold to touch & her aura will always feel unnatural to those that can sense it ) & an understanding of who she is as a person. she doesn't really make it easy to get to know her but once you do... she has a charm about her.

she doesn't really care that she's no longer an alpha, though she will have verses where she still holds that role & title.

[keithhoward]

Verse: Bad Moon Rising

Summary: Werewolf time babey

Werewolf Lore and Ref under cut

Lore:

-Lycan eyes and mouths glow, think the aliens from Attack the Block. Colours vary between lycan to lycan. Human form looks otherwise normal except for the tapetum lucidum that carries over.

-Lycanthropy is rare, as it requires the contractor to survive both the initial attack (it spreads via bite) and the first transformation, which is horrifically painful. Survivors are subsequently blessed or cursed with nigh-immortality- lycan regeneration is so powerful it is near impossible to mortally wound them. Not only can they rapidly heal, they can also grow back. Like giant wolf-shaped starfish.

-The exception is if they are harmed by anything silver. Those wounds heal 'normally' and can leave scars.

-Lycans can shift at any time, they aren't dependent on the moon. Shifting too often or staying in wolf form too often has psychological consequences, however. Same for staying human too often- a balance is needed.

-Severely injured lycans will go "feral," if in human form when injured they will be forced to shift. This is the body trying to protect itself, and it can be just as self-sabotaging as a high fever.

-There's no human speech in wolf mode, they don't have the mouth shape or lips for it.

-Will form small territorial packs, usually at least traveling in threes. Complete loners are rare.

Notes:

-Keith was turned accidentally (as in, was attacked and not intended to survive) and though it pains me greatly, he hates being a werewolf because he can't die anymore.

-Coarse and wiry like a terrier except for the lightest parts of the fur.

-This is just my personal OC werewolf lore and I'm fine with adapting or changing it to match, except for quadrupedal werewolves. I will not do quadrupedal werewolves because I have good taste. Big monsters or bust.

-By default this verse does not take place in the YGOverse. Ask if you’d like otherwise.

-Full ref:

[tiderideraa]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒: supernatural fantasy .

*Lore  is  a  messy  combination  of  the  A.nita  Blake  &  M.ercy  Thompson  book  series and will probably be my go - to lore regarding any supernatural verses apart from t.een wolf. Plotting needed before interacting.

Harry's  werewolf  form  is  over  six  feet  in  length  from  snout  to  the  tip  of  his  tail  and  carries  a  weight  of  78  kgs.  Like  most  werewolves  he  doesn't  pass  for  a  true  wolf  as  the  muscular  structure  of  his  shoulders,  arms  and  chest  are  too  broad  and  angled  in  such  a  way  that  they  are  capable  of  maneuvering  their  front  legs  to  a  greater  degree  than  their  canine  friends.

In  his  human  form,  Harry's  blue  eyes  can  appear  any  pale  shade,  from  storm  cloud  gray  to  cobalt  or  lightening  blue,  but  as  a  wolf  and  when  his  power  surfaces  his  eyes  are  an  icy  white  with  a  single  ring  of  dark  glacier  blue  around  his  irises.

As  a  wolf,  Harry's  fur  coat  is  a  deep  dark  brown  reminiscent  of  his  natural  hair  colour  when  he  is  in  his  human  form.  The  fur  is  long  and  extremely  thick,  adding  to  his  size  and  his  weight  and  has  a  widely  set  snout.  The  dark  brown  of  his  coat  lightens  into  a  cinnamon-buff  around  his  neck  and  chest,  with  a  strip  of  lightened  fur  down  his  underbelly  which  fans  out  around  his  hind  legs  and  tail.  The  fur  of  his  face  and  muzzle  however  darken  into  a  near  black  shade  of  brown,  a  startling  contrast  to  his  light  eyes.

Harry's  temperament  when  in  his  werewolf  form  is,  like  his  human  counterpart,  incredibly  unpredictable,  volatile  and  dangerous.  While  Harry  possesses  the  immense  control  required  to  control  his  instincts  and  actions  while  he  is  a  werewolf,  he  enjoys  the  thrill  of  his  own  power  and  is  quick  to  temper  as  well  as  perceive  certain  actions  as  signs  of  challenges.  He  is  most  comfortable  and  relaxed  when  he's  with  Uma  or  Gil  but  can  become  extremely  possessive  and  defensive  at  the  drop  of  a  hat.

A  persuasive  liar  might  be  able  to  pass  Harry  off  as  some  kind  of  mix  between  a  Tibetan  Mastiff  and  Siberian  Husky,  but  only  barely.

James  as  he  is  known  was  attacked  and  mauled  by  a  lone  wolf  during  his  service  in  the  Queen's  Navy.  He  experienced  his  first  shift,  and  many  shifts  afterwards,  alone  until  he  was  found  by  a  local  Alpha.  James'  affinity  for  order  earned  him  a  place  within  the  pack  where  he  learned  everything  he  could  to  survive,  but  he  proved  far  too  dominant  to  remain  in  a  pack  that  he  had  no  interest  leading  and  chose  to  return  to  living  as  a  lone  wolf.

No  longer  in  service  to  the  Queen's  Navy,  James  hired  himself  out  as  a  Mercenary  for  hire  where  he  eventually  founded  his  own  squad  of  likeminded  former  military,  exiled  gang  members,  thieves,  and  cutthroats.

As  it  is  near  impossible  to  carry  werewolf  children  to  full  term,  James  fathered  three  living  and  human  children  to  three  different  women.  Raised  within  the  violent  environment  of  men-for-hire  as  well  as  the  politics  of  a  werewolf  pack,  James'  children  grew  up  hard  but  it  was  when  Harry  was  ten  years  old  that  his  dominant  character  began  to  affect  the  wolves  around  him,  including  his  father.  James  viciously  attacked  Harry  to  the  point  of  death  and  left  the  boy  for  dead  but  Harry  survived  and  at  the  next  full  moon,  he  ran  as  a  wolf  on  his  first  hunt.

Harry  is  known  among  several,  including  the  Marrok,  as  the  youngest  to  ever  survive  an  attack  let alone the  Change.  Harry  continued  to  live  among  his  father's  pack  but  the  abuse,  trials,  and  "missions"  he  was  forced  to  endure  and  survive  became  more  and  more  dangerous  as  he  aged.  Finally,  rather  than  risk  challenging  his  father  for  the  position  of  Alpha  to  a  pack  he  hated,  Harry  took  his  two  sisters  and  fled.  The  siblings  have  since  been  on  the  run  from  their  father's  hunters,  as  his  daughters  were  considered  under  pack  law  to  be  James'  responsibility  and  property,  he  cannot  let  them  go.

Since  leaving  his  father,  Harry  found  a  place  for  himself  as  the  right  hand  of  a  witch  known  as  Uma.  Together,  they  lead  a  small  band  of  misfits,  humans  and  supernatural  united.  For  now,  Harry  and  his  sisters  are  integrated  into  society  as  best  they  can.

[thexandersonxbunch]

Verse List

Just like magic - Fbawtft/HP verse

The pack survives - Werewolf verse

TBA

[ofviolentdeathmuses]

name: Arkos Flannigan

what: Werewolf

age: Appears late 40’s

birthday: May 27

occupation: Pack Alpha

location: Tennessee/Kentucky border

faceclaim: Kris Holden-Ried

status: Single Verse

relationship: Widowed, currently dating Kelly

parents: Deceased

siblings: Darius

kids: Bradan

The alpha of a ragged pack, Arkos has a hard time turning people in need away. Very little of his pack is related to him, but they are all still his to protect and he would do anything to ensure their safety. He also manages the largest mixed pack in Northern America since he has no issues taking in wolves from anywhere and goes out of his way to find bitten and packless ones.

Ark’s mate died during childbirth, but their son survived. Bradan is the only thing that kept Arkos from succumbing to his grief. He had pretty much resigned himself to spending the rest of his life alone, so Kelly had been a complete surprise to him, although a very welcome one.

Other Info Threads Face Drabble

[kingofthewebxxx]

Werewolf Verse:

Bio:

The consulting criminal became a child of the moon seemingly by a mixture of fate or coincidence. During an investigation of his own where he had been informed that data sensitive to him was being held with all the agents he sent disappearing he decided to go himself, he knew the government facility was performing many experiments and whilst he knew of the supernatural world from a few chance client encounters as well as being part of the underworld he did not expect this facility to be quite so reckless. During his visit a werewolf they had been holding had escaped from where they had been held, cutting through the staff, as it searched for escape. Hearing the sirens and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fight it he fled, having his sniper cover his escape as he quickly fled from the facility in a lab coat. Yet that was far from over, the werewolf had followed him and attacked, biting into his shoulder and clawing at his sides with its claws. It would have torn him apart if not for the several bullets to the head. Just to make sure he had Sebastian remove the werewolf’s head, the effort would later be revealed to have potentially saved them both. On the journey back to his safe house James was in complete agony and he watched as the bite seemed to fester, the pain spreading throughout him. He soon passed out waking the next morning under medical attention, his trusted staff didn’t seem panicked, no they seemed fearful and shocked, demanding to know why they weren’t working he soon learned for himself. Checking his wounds the claw marks had sewn themselves together and formed faint scars. The bite still looked red and sore but it no longer looked infected, the wound was closed seemingly by his body.

In the following days, he recovered even faster but there seemed to be other effects, his anger outburst was much worse than usual, killing two doctors in a fit of rage with increasing strength, throwing both of them against the wall in which their necks snapped. He soon found it very difficult to be amongst strong smells and loud noises, moving to a house in the country within a controlled environment. Tests were run by him on the werewolf that attacked, it was soon discovered that his blood now matched the werewolf’s much more than it did any human. Moriarty could feel himself changing from his core and even his muscles seemed to be much more fluid with movement. Doing his research by hacking the records at Baskerville and combining them with his own he knew what was happening to him, he was turned in three days. The irony and speed of it all were not lost on him, even more so that it wouldn’t be just a full moon but also a blood moon. He knew it would be significant in some way yet he already knew that perhaps this was meant to happen to him, he had been born on a blood moon, a family tale saying with each generation there was a chance one of them would be born during this time. Anyone born under a blood moon was rumored to have been plagued with the effects of darkness and the moon and that eventually, it would find its way to them, it seemed the old family legend did have some truth to it after all.

Moriarty survived his first full moon, it was sheer agony but he enjoyed the hunt, the thrill of the chase and the kill. Whilst he had been debating his existence if he couldn’t find a cure the enjoyment and rush he felt from fulfilling his new bloodthirst only grew. Each time he changed he felt more powerful, he learned more about his new self as well as what he struggled with, silver was now a no-go, it seemed to cling to his skin and burn. Over time he learned more about being a werewolf, learning from older wolves rather than seeking packs. With time he learned to phase at other times during the day and not just during a full moon. Overall he has become much more docile, whilst he is still the consulting criminal he now spends time hunting his prey amongst other things. What does he hunt you ask? Well, you will have to find out…

Seb:

In this lore unless a new ship has been planned or a collaborative verse written then his mate will be Sebastian Moran @thecockysniper . James is VERY protective of his mate. He is also a beta in Jim’s pack unless plotted otherwise. In other threads, he will be referenced as his mate and beta

Cal:

During his travels for a few years the werewolf travelled with the vampire @tapalslegacy who he calls ninja leech considering how the other moves. Although their relationship is far from smooth it is unclear what the future will hold. During this ritual werewolf blood must be drunk.

Notes:

As a werewolf, he has enhanced speed, strength; agility and senses. He also heals at a much faster rate than the average human. To turn others he must either bite them or perform a blood ritual, the latter is a much quicker process since the one who will be turned doesn’t have to wait till a full moon. James has two potential wolf forms, a more traditional werewolf in the humanoid sense, the other being a larger-than-average wolf, both have black fur. With time he has learned to sense when lies are being told yet it takes an awful lot of energy, he can also sense someone’s general health including illnesses they may have such as pneumonia or a common cold. A blood moon makes him much more feral as well as a slight enhancement to his abilities. He is at his most irritable leading up to a full or blood moon. Other than the power of the moon extreme emotions and lots of practice also allow him to phase at other times although the transformation itself is very painful. With lots of research he has discovered there is a way for a werewolf to achieve immortality, yet the method is currently unknown to him. Weaknesses include wolfsbane which is toxic and can severely harm or even kill if ingested. Silver also burns and can cause death if used to pierce the heart.

Pack:

Whilst he does have his own pack he considers the most trusted a potential beta with a mate having a guaranteed spot, the rest have to earn their way.

Current list of the pack (includes other mates from different plots)

Sebastian Moran (Mate and Beta) @thecockysniper

Gemini (Beta and Mate) @deathtransformed

Lucy Westerna (Beta and Mate) @vyrulent

Isabella Purefoy/ Moriarty (Beta) @qceensofkings

Sherlock Holmes (Pack Member) @crimeandadeerstalker

Harley Quinn (Packmate) @thejestersiren

Campbell Bain (Pack member) @heretoboogie

Lord Asriel (Pack Member) @asrielbelacquaaaa

Other:

King Caspian @luposcainus (Mentor to Jim as well as pack ally)

[bcmuscd]

tesla green | bio

name: tesla selene green nicknames: tessie, tess face claim: juno temple pronouns: she/her species: werewolf age: dob: april 24 orientation: bisexual occupation: underground fighter personality (+): personality (-): blurb: there is nothing for a wolf but the pack. or at least that's what she'd been told by her parents before tehy were killed and the pack abandoned her.

born to a pair of scients, who also happened to be werewolves, and the only surviving pup of their litter - she was graced with the name tesla; a common favourite - and underrated - scientist of the pair.

growing up as an only child, and having little interaction with other pups her age (in part due to the pack’s fear of her parents and their work), tesla was unable to socialize effectively, and as such became quite unable to form bonds with others as a typical pup, or even human child might. this resulted in the she-wolf to be quite unable to read social cues and situations. in fear of being shunned and rejected by others the same way their pack did, tesla became aggressive towards others, creating a rift between her and nearly everyone else in the world.

when she was six years old, her parents were killed. the alpha of the pack told her it was an accident; an experiment of theirs gone horribly wrong. tesla didn’t agree. there was nothing to be done though. her parents were gone, and no amount of wishing would change that. as it was, she had expected that she would go live with one of the pack members - after all, there is nothing for a wolf but the pack.

this was far from true though. instead, the alpha gathered a bag of her things, and she grabbed her stuffed rabbit (a gift from her parents on her fourth birthday) and she was whisked away from the only home she’d ever known.

she didn’t know how long they drove, but the further it was, the less familiar she was with the surroundings. when they finally stopped at a gas station along the highway, she asked to use the restroom. when she returned to the exact place she had left the alpha, she found nothing but her bag. the truck was gone. and she was left alone.

before anyone could call the police about an abandoned child, the young tesla left the gas station and ventured into the nearby woods. she didn’t know how long she’d been in those woods for, always on the move - always trying to find her way back to her pack. eventually she made her way towards a large city. this was the first time that she had ever been near a city. hungry, tired, and lonely, tesla attempted to steal from a hotdog cart, but was caught and the police called.

while in the custody of the police, a tall and elegant looking man came into the station. he was well dressed, and his hair was firmly set. it was almost like he was a porcelain doll. tagging along behind him was a young girl, with long blonde hair. this girl looked exactly like the man, her dress was the frilliest thing tesla had ever seen, and her hair was tied back with a ribbon.

it shocked tesla to her core when the girl came over to her. she could smell that there was something off about the other girl, but she didn’t know what. what shocked her even more was that the little girl asked the older mand if they could take tesla home with them.

the man spoke with the police, who told him the situation, and that they hadn’t been able to find her parents or anyone who could come and claim her. she wasn’t sure what exactly happened next - possibly an exchange of money, or something - but suddenly she was being whisked away again, this time by the man and the girl.

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[jacksonthelizardking]

For those who have seen Teen Wolf, my version of Jackson is initially based off the show for his beginnings. He was arrogant, a bit cocky, always with a chip on his shoulder and a mouth vomiting out sarcasm. He has come to learn he is adopted and keeps most at arm's length. When his lacrosse teammate begins to best him at a sport that gave him his one accolade from others, he wanted to know how he got better. In time, he learns it was a wolf's bite that made his teammate, Scott better than he was. Jackson needed the title back so badly that he begged for the bite. Eventually, he got it but not with the results he hoped for.

Spoiler alert: He becomes something else first. A kanima.(A lizard like creature who is ruled by a master and made to kill.) In time, the wolf surfaces but this is almost the last we see of him again till season 6. I figured he needed development beyond this point. That is what you will find in writing with me here.

As a side note, I can leave the wolf part out of our story if you wish to write only human aspects. I am also open to adaptation. Let me know what you'd enjoy.

So, for starters, Jackson can be played in one of the three verses below:

One, high school student, probably before the werewolf bite.

Two, a college student who is very ambitious.

Three (and likely the most common) current day, post grad, living life.

Jackson is an adventurous fun-loving soul in the modern day and not as brash as in high school days. He has an alpha he loves, a best friend who shares his love of iced coffee, a dragon who has shown him true friendship, and a wolf brother who has guided him to be his best and to survive as a wolf. Along the way, he has sired pups of his own, whom he adores, and a kitten who wrapped around his heart. He loves a superhero, a fellow alpha, his wolf brothers (pack-mates) and others. His life is rich and exciting and he wants for nothing.

As a disclaimer, I suppose I should add that I am a multi-story writer. This does not mean I am intimate with everyone I write with, nor would I want to be. Hence why I say multi-story and not multi-lover. Also, I have both straight and gay friends, male and female and while Jackson knows he is gay now, not all his storylines will involve any aspect of his sexuality. Most won't in fact.

I abhor rule pages and having people sign and such so I will not bring that to you, but my one rule is that you are over 18 in real life. While I know that you may be talented, I do not feel it's appropriate for me. As for anything else ooc, I reserve that for story discussions and do not care to get personal. I do not care who plays what or try to connect with you other than in character.

Lastly, I have a very busy life away from here and ask for your patience when writing with me. I may love our story deeply, but sometimes I just cannot find enough hours in a day to get here for more than a quick status comment before passing out. It honestly never reflects on you, I swear.

Let the fun begin and message me to get something going.

[fangedmagick]

First Change (WtA verse)

"You're mother was a wicked unnatural woman" -Mary Lou Barebone.

Basically got the new WtA book and looked into it and went: welp werewolf!Aurie AU we go beside the Kindred!Aurie

Credence was conceived from his father, Aberforth who was from the Ghost Council tribe, a garou who mated with a human woman that had loved each other once.

However Credence had been born out his wedlock and his mother and he was sent away to America. He would be born during the half moon, making him a Philodox, though he would not know of his heritage due to his mother, aunt, and him were separated when the ship transporting them sank.

He would make it to New York, a homid cub in a human orphanage. Mary Lou would find him and due to how the boy acted, she believed him a witch and decided that she could adopt him and beat the devil out of him in the most literal senses.

He was beaten throughout his life. And his first change was stunted due to the abuse. He would have his first change on a cold night in New York where he singled out Modesty's old home and tried tearing it down brick by brick. He was nearly revealed fleeing the scene when the police investigated.

He did not know what he did. But his first kill would have been secretly praised by some Red Talons of New York for killing a future horrible senator. He caused a mass delirium event as he, a giant dark Crinos full of rage, tore out the organs of the man that treated him and his sisters like trash before.

Upon his change to protect Modesty from Mary Lou's wrath, he slaughtered her and enjoyed her screams of pain and almost was disappointed when she died. Modesty fleeing (unaffected by the Delirium) while Credence attacked Chastity, severely injuring her, but she survives unknown to him.

Mr Graves came to Credence, believing it was Modesty that caused the attacks despite the blood all over the scared boy. Calling him a lowly Kinfolk, wolf blood but no blessing from Gaia, he was nothing but to be used to breed better and more superior garou.

This made Credence lose all care and gave into rage. Tearing across New York and barely any Garou could stop him as he caused delirium. Only Newt got through to him, helping the boy become his homid self again. But the Garou packs of New York attempted to kill Credence because he was out of control, broke rules he didn't understand, and was mistaken for a Metis.

He survived. Searched out who he is and what tribe he belongs to. Eventually joining Grindelwald, the one that tossed him away at one time but he didn't know this. Grindelwald's plan is to reveal the Garou nation and rule over the humans so they would stop destroying themselves, Gaia, and helping the Wyrm.

Credence took the name Aurelius. And finally reunites with his father after revealing Grindelwald's plot which Grindelwald nearly kills the younger wolf.

He is still pretty much a lone wolf, and more often walks around Hogsmeade in Lupus form. He is a proud Uktena/Ghost Council member and happy to be a Philadox of the nation that, while he prefers solitude, he can provide some advice or someone to talk to without giving advice if they wish it.