#the vampire x werewolf of it all

[angelsdean]

so apparently Benny and Garth are getting married ????? How twilight of them

[sky-ham]

old wip revived due to this and the kink club AU fic Prey Drive by @theivorytowercrumbles which has not left my browser tabs

[rageflippedtables]

Happy Halloween!!

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Happy Halloween from Luis and Leon!!! I am not immune to vampire/werewolf propaganda

[meli-writes]

vampire who tried to keep a muzzled, leashed werewolf as a trophy. and now that werewolf has torn said muzzle off and is pinning her to the floor, the long claw of the full moon reaching through the great arched windows her castle.

🌕: "thought you could control me, didn't you?" 🩸: "no no no, i'm sorry okay i—" 🌕: "ah ah! you thought you could. so, admit it!" 🩸: "i-i thought i could control you, like a thrall." 🌕: "and now?" 🩸: "i can't. i understand now." 🌕: "and what does that mean i can do to you?" 🩸: "w-what? i-i don't know i--" 🌕 lurches down, bared not fangs but a whole maw over her moonlit throat. 🩸: "control me! you can control me. m-muzzle me. and leash me. a-and collar me in silver. p-please." 🌕: "good. we'll start there."

[perpetuallyfive]

the smell of blood on concrete [1/15]

Arcane, Vampire/Werewolf AU, Caitlyn/Vi

Summary:

One of the best things about becoming a monster is how much it changes up your pain tolerance. Vi can take even more hits than she used to, and it’s like she feels nothing at all — ever. Caitlyn can see the advantage in that, both financially and maybe some other ways too.

When you’re nearly immortal, you develop an eye for that kind of talent.

Or: werewolf Vi fights in the pits to finance finding her sister and vampire heiress Caitlyn wants to be the one holding the end of the leash.

Chapter Word Count: 7,417

Preview:

Vi is roused from her thoughts by a sudden sound, but she doesn’t react nearly fast enough. She hears the footsteps on grass just seconds before a voice follows, way too close to her ear. “You’re not a tourist looking to get bit, I hope.”

She doesn’t want to reward it with surprise, even if it’s what she feels — even if a bloodsucker can sense the way her heartbeat races. Better to turn her head slowly with a wide grin in place. “Just looking for a tip on where the action is.”

The woman is beautiful, unnaturally so, but a lot of them are. Freckles splash over her pale cheeks. “‘The action’ is… vague. We run a lot of business out of Boston.” She doesn’t return the smile, but does give Vi a careful look over. “You’re a fighter?” She takes a long drag on her cigarette, lips curling thoughtfully.

“I’m glad you can tell.” Vi uses one booted foot to push off from the grave, standing with a calm and open posture. “It’s nice to know some of your kind have self-preservation instincts.” She’s nearly half a foot shorter than this woman, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. This time of night, if a vamp really wanted to put her in her place, she’d be fighting just to stay alive.

But that’s another fight she knows she’d win.

The vampire laughs, a low sound that rumbles a bit like thunder. “Oh, she’s going to like you.” She takes another drag. “My sire sent me to find someone… fresh.” She catches the ash off the end of her cigarette in her palm — doesn’t react when it sizzles — rather than flick it on the ground. Vamps are big on respecting graves.

Respecting the bodily autonomy of anyone else? Not so much.

“Look.” Vi hefts a sigh. “I’m no one’s blood bag, got it?” She could almost spit, but she’s pretty sure that would actually read as a bigger threat to the bloodsucker than anything she says now. “So make sure and tell your mistress of the dark or whatever: I’m not interested.”

[stargayzerlily03]

Okay fiddauthor nation hear me out! Monster AU where Fiddleford is a vampire and Stanford is a werewolf and their dynamic is like this:

[voidcat]

baby vampire narumi who picks you to be one of his first...

you're easy on the eyes, pretty compliant looking and he's sure he has overheard you discuss with friends that you find the whole 'vampire scene' to be hot. easy prey, he thinks. and as a bonus, it'll be his stupid form of get back. him and you have never been on good terms and he just cannot wait to see the expression on your face when you realize the alluring, charming vampire that has approached you turns out to be the guy you've been looking down at and calling an idiot this whole time.

what he didn't account for- is that your approach from start to finish is too fishy... is that vampire fantasy perhaps not just a fantasy but an experience already? how come you seem to be one step ahead of him, what's with the gradual change in your demeanor that he otherwise wouldn't have noticed were he not looking forward to your absolute surprise-

until he realizes a little too late that the hunter has been the prey this whole time. sure, there were rumors of older vampires around, not just by years but experience too, master of some of the vampiric crafts or just the life of the night- nothing but pure, filthy, demonic blood coursing through their veins unless currently feeding on their latest course.

fangs glinting under the dim lights of the candles and pupils like two slits cutting through the night, narumi didn't account for the possibility of you being one of them, is all

[cute-brainz]

The most important girl in the world!!!

[rosellia00]

Trick or Treat!

[dan-i-am21]

Okay so I’m reading this vampire/werewolf storming the the vampire looks at the wolf and says “start barking, Fido”. it is the best line and all I can think of is Andreil because I’m obsessed with them and Andrew being a vamp saying that to Neil it’s just gold and I need someone to write this!

[m-1-8]

Gluttony

Tav pushes Astarion down onto the bedding, yanking him from his feast. Astarion laps at the trailing blood and his coated fingers, hungry for more. Tav wonders just what he has gotten himself into this time…

"Famished" Part 1 [no real cw] (monochromatic)

[gwynbleiddyn]

oh, please, give me mercy no more // that's a kindness you can't afford

[pennandquill]

anyway while i work out the kinks, wouldn’t it be really funny to imagine a modern supernatural werewolf/vampire komahina au, where the entire dr cast live in one neighborhood under an HOA, in a little community that all gets along?

well, except for two of the neighbors. ever since they moved in, hinata and komaeda have been at odds for as long as anyone can remember. but no one’s entirely sure why. maybe it has to do with the fact that hinata’s sprinklers always overpour into komaeda’s yard and overwater his plants. or maybe it’s because komaeda keeps accidentally taking hinata’s mail from his mailbox (somehow without a key?).

who knows? either way, the two of them are weird in their own ways. the others say they’ve seen komaeda coming and going from his home at odd hours of the night only, and the few times he’s come out in the daylight, it’s with an umbrella because he “burns easily” in the sun. a few have reported in their neighborhood meetings hearing a loud dog barking occasionally from hinata’s home, and he tells them it’s just his dog. but since when has he ever been seen taking that dog on a walk? what even is the dog’s name?

no one even notices the NO DOGS ALLOWED rug on komaeda’s front porch, or the garden filled with garlic in hinata’s backyard. they don’t notice the strange holes that end up dug between the fence lines, or the random splotches of red that occasionally appear on komaeda’s driveway. well, they don’t notice any of these things until one night, when something large barrels through souda’s backyard fence.

he tells them it was a beast, something hairy with fangs and twice the size of him. but that can’t be. monsters don’t live amongst humans, and they certainly would notice a large hairy beast roaming their streets, wouldn’t they?

it’s komaeda who assures the others in the neighborhood watch meeting, convincing them it was just hinata’s dog souda must have seen that night, who escaped while he was dogsitting for hinata.

komaeda storms over to hinata’s house after the meeting to find a freshly transformed-back hinata, where he all but chews him out because how could be be so stupid? he could have been discovered, and then what? he’d be thrown out, shunned, or even worse, hunted, like the old days.

“it doesn’t concern you,” is what hinata tells him, clearly annoyed by his least favorite neighbor. but oh, it does concern komaeda, because if the others find out there’s one monster living in the neighborhood, what makes him think they won’t begin to wonder if there might be another one? that the little strange habits of komaeda’s are more than just quirks, and more so traits of a vampire?

he’s not going to risk getting staked over a fleabag’s inability to control himself during a full moon. but it’s fine, for now anyway, because komaeda took care of it. no one suspects a thing.

well, no one except for souda, who’s still a little mad about the meeting. he knows what he saw, damn it! that thing was a huge, scary, furry monster, and it totally destroyed his fence and trampled all over his things! and he’s going to prove it!

with the help of sonia, and the unfortunate, reluctant aid of tanaka as well, souda is determined to get to the bottom of this and be the hero of their beloved community (and maybe then sonia will finally give him a chance!). and first things first, he knows komaeda is hiding something.

the dude barely shows up to their meetings, yet all of a sudden he’s leading the conversation? and on top of that, everyone knows komaeda and hinata don’t get along, but yet komaeda was dogsitting for hinata? give him a break, he can be a little slow on the uptake, but he’s not stupid. something is fishy. and he’s going to figure it out.

when hinata and komaeda realize that the others are beginning to catch onto them, they must put aside their species’ centuries-long rivalry and work together to convince everyone that they are perfectly normal, law-abiding, fangless, appropriately hairy humans. how are they gonna do that? well . . . they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it. and who knows? maybe all that time they spend together trying to figure something out will spark something new.

after all, it’s just like that old saying: all’s fair in love and HOA meetings (yeah, that’s definitely it).

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight – part 5

Word count: 1.4k

Part 4 part 3 part 2 part 1

Angst angst angst angst

(Next chapter will be a Steve chapter!!!!)

Nothing happened of course. He just let Steve hang out at his place until he cooled down and Eddie sent him off back to Nancy. Back to Nancy. He can't help but feel a bitter hatred towards the girl despite her doing absolutely nothing to him. He knows it's just jealousy though, jealousy about a boy he'll never in a million years get.

Why does he keep doing this to himself? Wanting what he can't have. Fame, money, boys, a life in general.

Because he's Eddie Munson. The world has it out for him.

He stabs his pencil through the paper of his sketchbook, his blood going cold as he realizes he shouldn't have done that. The dragon on the page now has a gaping hole in it's chest, and while he could try to fix it, he doesn't want to fix things right now. Fixing needs effort, and he doesn't have that in him at the moment, not while he's sitting on his bed crying over a boy.

"Eddie Munson, crying over a jock. What a twist, huh?" He comments bitterly to the ratty Garfield plush in front of him, slumped over from the lack of stuffing in one side, droopy eyes scratched to practically nothing. He still keeps it though, because he loves it.

Some things don't need to be fixed. They're lovable the way they are.

And yet nobody seems to love Eddie. Sure, his mom loved him, but that was when he was a kid, and he can't help but wonder if she would still love him if she was around today. Wayne too, but that's different, hard to see. He wants a different love, he wants Steve's love. He'll get rid of it soon. This stupid, horrible crush on a boy. A boy who's both a jock and a werewolf. God, what has his life become?

It's been a week since he stopped Steve from spraypainting all over town, and he can't help but realize.. he missed the full moon. Steve would've already turned back by now, all alone. It's fine. It's not like Steve needs him, and Eddie was wanting to distance himself from Steve. This is good for them both.

Yet guilt eats away at him, squeezing and twisting at his insides, making his lungs close up and his throat catch. He can hardly breathe, and it hurts. He feels like he should apologize, but he can't, it's not even necessary. Steve never needed Eddie there, not when he's been transforming all by himself for years and years already by the time Eddie found him.

He can't go to school. He can't even risk the chance of seeing Steve, can't even risk the chance of seeing this damn boy. It hurts. It's horrible, it's.. Eddie gets up, going out to the small kitchen as if his body is on autopilot. He opens the fridge and closes it a couple times, his brain empty from the lack of accomplishment of grabbing something from the barren shelves. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's a feeling not unknown to him, but it's never been at the hands of a boy who looks both like a God and Just Some Dude. What is wrong with him? He's Eddie Munson, of all people he should be immune to Harrington's charms.

But he just isn't.

Nothing is working, either. Not food, not drawing, not his music, not D&D– hell, he even tried going on a walk. Nothing. Is. Working. He tried to lose himself in his interests, tried to let them consume him completely like they do when he doesn't want them to, but not even those want him now. His guitar isn't calling to him, neither are his books or the figurines that still need to be painted.

Eddie needs to talk to this boy. Even once. He doesn't care if he'll be rejected, he truly doesn't, he just.. needs to get this feeling out. Shoes on his feet, keys in his hand, he stills. He didn't even open the door yet.

He can't do this. He should be confident, but no, he's shaking like a leaf, his stomach churning. He doesn't even take his shoes off as he walks back to his room, slowly slipping into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. He doesnt like this feeling. He doesn't like when the only things beckoning him closer are the things that will hurt him most. How when he thought Steve was in danger he was so ready to leave, yet now he can't even open the front door?

There's something wrong with him. Always has been, always will be. If he's not killed or doesn't do it himself before he graduates he'll be driven out of this hellhole of a town, either going to jail and reuniting with his no-good dad or being completely alone for the rest of his life. People would talk and wonder. They'd discuss and gossip about Mr. Munson, the shut-in neighbor with a cat who nobody sees outside unless he's working or on his porch, the man who doesn't speak, the man who stays inside when he doesn't have errands, the man who drinks himself to bed every day. They'd wonder what happened to get him like that– if he had a wife who passed away or something.

He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face, attempting to swallow down the lump in his throat at the thought. He doesn't want that but it seems like the only future for him. The Garfield plush on his pillow that he found comfort in since he was a child now seems like it's mocking him, it's lazy eyed stare and wide sleepy smile staring him down.

That's when he hears the tapping on his window. There was knocking at his door earlier but he didn't bother to answer, knowing that if it was his uncle he wouldn't be knocking and would just come inside, not really caring about visitors.

He doesn't get out of bed, but he hears the window slide open, harsh sunlight burning his eyes as someone tumbles into his room, shoe covered feet landing on Eddie's carpeted floors.

And his voice.

"Eddie? What's going on? You weren't there.." Steve says quietly, hesitantly walking over to Eddie's bedside as if he was sick or something. He must look pathetic, buried under a thin blanket, clutching a stuffed animal, with his hair a mess and his eyes all puffy and red.

"You weren't there." Steve repeats. "I waited for you. All night. I don't even know what happened– I just know I woke up and I... I was covered in blood. I don't know what or who's blood it was– I'm freaking the fuck out!" He says, pacing Eddie's room. The boy jolts up, rubbing his eyes and throwing the blanket off. That's when he finally gets a good look at Steve. The tired eyes, his uncharacteristically sunken and pale skin, dried blood on his hands as if all he could do was try and wipe it off his skin with what he could find and shove some clothes on before going straight to Eddie.

"Shit shit shit, shit, shit! Okay.. okay, blood. You didn't kill someone, you couldn't have. You're not that kinda... person.. werewolf.. thing." Eddie says breathlessly, getting up out of bed and realizing that half of this blood is Steve's. The way it seeps through his blue sweater, creating a dark stain that just keeps spreading.

"I don't know what happened." Steve admits upon realizing what Eddie is looking at, lifting up his sweater to show a gaping hole in his abdomen, next to that patch of hair Eddie has dreamed about again and again.

"Holy shit.. Steve, you got shot*" He says in shock, but Steve doesn't even look surprised. He simply shoves his fingers into the wound and pulls out a bullet, wiping his hand on his sweater. "I'll be fine. It's not even close to the first time, I know how to handle it. You got a first aid kit or anything?"

Eddie blinks a few times.. sure, Steve is a werewolf, he's strong, he doesn't feel as much pain as a normal person. But he just pulled a bullet out of his flesh and asked Eddie if he had gauze with the normalcy of asking if it's cold out today, not to mention he didn't even notice the blood was his own.

Now all he has to do is keep it together when Steve pulls off his shirt to patch himself up.

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[keenzinemugstudent]

When your vampire boyfriend ex girlfriend who Is a siren wants you to dump him

Siren: Look Chica just dump him already it will make things much easier for both of us

Werewolf gf: Why? So you and him can get back together if so I'll rip your throat out!

Siren: What? No! it's so I can keep you all to myself my dear cute werewolf

Werewolf gf: Uh what

Vampire bf: What?! Hell no she's mine!

Siren: Ha yeah right she deveres a REAL monster to make her happy which you clearly can't do!

Vampire bf: Oh you bitch!

Werewolf gf: Uh I don't know how to feel about this