#the wolf to human shift is not as easy as you would hope

[muttb4st4rd]

Doing the walk of shame to a League meeting mid detransformation has me feeling like a werewolf in a cheesy 80s/90s horror film.

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs

Pt II I Pt III

Alucard x you

Summary: A flirty, playful night with Adrian takes a dark turn.

TW: Dark fantasy, horror, blood, smut (explicit) 🔞 I Words: 1.6k

This is my first fic & attempt at smut. I hope you enjoy it!

“…And there, in the dead of night, under a moon so maroon, the White Wolf prowled — ravenous. Sturdy were its footsteps, calculated were its gait. Ahead, still as a rosebud in a windless twilight, its prey lay splayed out — helpless. 

Something about its small intakes of breath, its unsuspecting demeanour, made it all the more enticing for the imposing predator. Ever so slowly, the White Wolf, eyes like the golden gleam of a rising dawn, emerged from the thicket, pressing forward, inching closer, closer, closer…”

Body hovering over mine, Alucard’s words were a rasp above my cheek. The antiquated tome he had been reading from now a forgotten humdrum between our bodies. As velvet lips collided into me, I melded into his being. He was a hypnotic wave crashing into shore, and I was but delicate driftwood being dragged underwater.

His kiss was insistent, impatient. I had no escape, no cavity of air to quell the lack of oxygen in my lungs. Still, I kept going, because he was the only breath I needed. My fingers clawed ruthlessly at his back — muscle and bone Herculean from years of battling night creatures and evil forces. Skin so utterly cold, yet I wanted — needed — more.  

His body was a frigid storm to my fervent summer. “You are glorious as the solstice sun, darling. With you I am forever warm, within you I live eternally,” the confession falling easy from his lips the day he had taught me how to hunt.

Faces lost in each other, bodies entwined and limbs tugging like our lives depended on it, Alucard let his hand roam under my nightdress, finally finding solace in the swell of my chest. I shifted slightly at the unusual chill. Was he ever this cold?

Over the months I had become accustomed to his half human intricacies. His unnerving stillness, his undeniable thirst for blood try as he might to hide it, his erratic need to stay up nights in a row roaming the castle “just to be sure…” 

I was no fool. Those witching hours almost always had him back in his childhood room — he would stare, as if entranced, at the spot he had staked his father. And I would see the grief in his eyes — the absolute contrition at his travesty, one he wished he could take back, but couldn’t. 

Alucard, the son of the great Dracula and benevolent Lisa Tepes, the almighty dhampir. A being so beautiful he could bring a kingdom to its knees, yet one so cruelly tormented by his past.

“Baby, eyes on me.” My eyes fluttered open, realising I was lost in the wrong moment. He crashed his lips into mine once again. 

As if in a bid to stop my obsessive thinking, he started to grab at my breast, kneading furiously, thumb toying with my nipple. I leaned in closer, but alas my human endurance had reached its limits and I pulled away for air. 

“I want to know what happened to the prey. I am most opposed to unfinished stories,” I tried to play coy in between ragged breaths. Nose to mine, he wore a smirk on his handsome face. He had a playful glint to his stare — contemplative, as if taunting me to continue with my officious fib. 

Alucard picked the tome up from my stomach, grazing his fingers ever so slightly over my abdomen. He trailed the book slowly down my navel, its cracked spine against my bare skin sent fireworks to my core. I watched with bated breath as the print finally landed where he wanted it — in between my legs. He dragged its spine down, then up again, repeating the motion, teasing, eyes never leaving mine. 

Satisfied with how wet my undergarment had become, he hushed, “I think it better if I showed you instead. Don’t you agree, princess?” 

“Ye..yesss,” 

“Do you like that?”

“Yesss…”

“Open your legs wider.”

I obeyed. Submitting to him was easy. Too easy.

“Let’s see just how wet you are for me, hmm?” 

Without warning, Alucard ripped my soaking cloth off my hips and plunged two fingers inside. I cried out at the shock and how good it felt, and as if by instinct grabbed his hands and guided them deeper into me. Alucard let out a stifled moan at my brazenness, his erection growing fast under his black britches.

He watched with eyes half-lidded, completely spellbound as I bounced into his hand, my breasts rising and falling with every thrust. Body and mind so turned on he reached urgently into his pants and started stroking his length. 

For a long moment we just sat there, eyes locked on each other, legs spread wide, our sex stimulated. And what a profane sight it must have been for our bed chamber was filled with nothing but wanton “fucks” and the squelching of his fingers coated in my lust. 

I fucked myself into his fingers harder, and reached desperately for his cock. With more force than necessary, he caught both my wrists with his free hand and pinned them to my stomach. “That’s for later,” he chided. 

Alucard was usually wary of his inhuman strength around me. But tonight, tonight he was carnal, rough, like an animal being let out of its cage. His knuckles went white with how much pressure he had put on my wrists, and I bit my lip knowing it was going to bruise. 

As if to edge me further, Alucard pulled his fingers out and gazed at them ever so intently, admiring the slather of fluid glistening like diamonds on his digits. If his etherealness hadn’t killed me, then perhaps what he did next would have driven me close to death. With deliberate calm, he brought his fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue over my juices, savouring every single trickle.

My dhampir, hair like a divine cascade of golden waterfalls, on his knees, drinking my lust as if it were vital sustenance, yet all that he was was in direct contrast to his reverence — powerful, dominant and deadly. I marvelled at his masculine elegance — the way his pectorals tensed as he licked his fingers dry, how his faded sanguine scar stood distinct against his alabaster skin, the definition of muscles that ran down his pelvis…

I swallowed. 

“God, you taste so good. Only for me, yes?” 

“Yesss…” Being thoroughly educated and well-read, I was fairly ashamed it was all the vocabulary I could muster.

And it would seem that more crude words were soon to follow, as Alucard then dove in between my thighs and sent his tongue plunging — deep, depraved — into my clenching walls.  

“Fuuuck, Adrian!” 

Hearing his name sent him over the edge, and he started sucking hard — wet pillow lips against wet pillow flesh. I was heaven and hell collided, rising from it like the luminescent birth of a star. I ground my core into his face, hands grasping his woven-gold hair, willing him to dive further into me. 

Alucard groaned in pleasure against my clit. Powerful, cold hands gripped my thighs apart, and my sweet lover lay soft kisses to the insides, thumbs expertly caressing my sensitive folds. In all his vampire glory, he bared his fangs ever so slightly, sharp teeth just barely peeking through, grazing them over my clit and thighs, nibbling, never breaking skin. I was undone. 

“Adrian…Adrian please…”

“Please what?”

I was all heavy pants and delirious to give a coherent reply.

Head still positioned at the apex of my thighs, his eyes raked over his masterpiece — delicate features coated in sweat, nipples hard from stimulation and the soppy, pulsating cunt laid out like a feast inches from his mouth. What a mess he had made of me, and a mess he was most certainly proud of. 

From in between my legs, Adrian was a fallen angel from a paradise unknown. His eyes like gold afire were so wholly glazed over they looked like one with the smouldering flames nestled atop our chamber candles. 

Patience waning, he asked again. “Please…” humming the words into my clit…“what?” A loud moan escaped my lips. I arched my back in sheer pleasure, feeling the build up in my core.

He dragged his fangs against my thighs, eyes fixated on mine, drinking in my desire. 

“I want…I want…” my chest heaving so violently from how close I was to release.

“What do you want?” Adrian moved to whisper against my ear. This was too much. 

“I want…I want you to turn me.”

Alucard went very still, his pupils blown wide. Everything went very still. The flames lost its dance, the curtains absent of sway.

“What did you say?” His voice was still water with undercurrents of danger. 

His statuesque figure towered over me, pinning me under. 

“I said, I want you to turn me.” 

Alucard held my stare, and as I took them in, an unearthly shadow seemed to lurk beneath those incandescent irises. 

If my question threw him off guard, his unsettling stillness made it clear he wasn’t most fond of surprises. It took a long moment before he finally moved, his supernatural speed having him by the window in seconds. 

Frustration soon shrouded my orgasmic high. I forced my spent body off the reprieve of our mattress. He was going to answer me whether he liked it or not.

“Adrian! You cannot disregard my question any longer! I’ve wanted this from the first time you made love to me, don’t pretend it was never asked of you,” exasperation evident in my tone.

“Peril or not, I am not afraid. I…”

A sudden squall of wind extinguished the flickering flames. Our bed chamber was plunged into chasmic darkness, summoning a bitter chill that seeped through the wooden floors. There, still as a predator hunting prey, hovered the glowing golden orbs of Alucard's eyes, the blacks of his pupils far wider than I’d ever seen. 

“A…Adrian?” 

Pt II I Pt III

[doumadono]

Hello, princess!

Since Sinful Sunday is here and its been a while from my last time spawing in your inbox... YOUR WOLF IS HERE 🐺💎🩵

As we all know: dragons are often showed with two 🍆 so...

I can't stop but think about our beloved Iudex of Fontaine, just giving his lovely assistant a good duble stuffing into her tiny cunt. With him whispering soft and dirty stuff into her ear while his hand just caressing the bulge he caused in her belly

:3 HAPPY SINFUL SUNDAYS EVERYONE

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: well, well, my babygirl! Why is it that your requests always turn out to be the real brain-busters, huh!? But hey, tackling Neuvilette in dragon form was a blast 😏 I'm hoping I did well, so go easy on me, will ya?

Neuvilette loathed this monthly occurrence. While not a regular happening, his heats sporadically struck after each interlunar interval. This left him in an intense state of longing, coupled with a rather sour mood, given the frustration of unmet desires. Throughout this period, he confined himself to his chambers, enduring the discomfort until the fervor and accompanying torment subsided.

During his heats, Neuvilette found solace in transforming into a dragon. It made resisting the temptation to copulate with every woman in his path a whole lot easier for him.

For extended hours, he'd find solace in grinding his hips against his pillows and sheets, attempting to alleviate the persistent discomfort of his arousal that created a painful knot within his groin. The effectiveness varied — sometimes it brought relief, and other times, it offered no respite whatsoever.

With a wide yawn revealing numerous long teeth, a colossal head adorned in pale blue frills lifted itself. The snake-like body, embellished in iridescent scales, boasted a chest adorned with a mane of transparent fur. Enormous, clawed fists rhythmically clenched and relaxed as the dragon effortlessly rose to his feet, a massive tail gracefully swinging in its wake. The creature's dark blue eyes blinked open, while his nostrils expanded to welcome a fresh scent of human into his awareness.

His thin lips curled as the hydro dragon shifted his gaze to the opposite side of the expansive chamber where he rested, emitting a loud sniff. The scent conveyed the presence of a woman – fairly young and with other unspoken needs. His eyes narrowed into glowing slits as he navigated the corner of his bedroom, spotting the silhouette by his desk diligently assembling documents. Another quick sniff and a subtle grin played on his lips - he recognized the familiar scent. It was Y/N, one of his most reliable assistants, apparently delivering another set of documents for his signature.

Brave or foolish, maybe a bit of both, stepping into this place during this time of the month, the dragon mused to himself with a deep rumble in his voice.

The dragon glided closer with cautious steps, his sinuous body gracefully twisting around you.

Unaware of his approach, you continued to hum a gentle melody under your breath. A sudden awareness dawned as you perceived a looming shadow. Startled, you raised your head and attempted to wriggle away. "Monsieur Neuvilette!" you exclaimed, hand over your chest. "Good gracious, you startled me! I had no idea you were in your chamber, monsieur."

"Please, be calm," the dragon murmured in a soothing tone, "I have no wish to harm you, dearest Y/N."

"I… didn't know I would wake you up, I didn't want to disturb your peace," you stammered after an uneasy pause, your eyes unwavering. The marvel at the sight of Neuvilette was twofold – a mix of awe and a hint of fear regarding his possible reaction to your intrusion. Indeed, Neuvilette was a magnificent creature! The glisten of his smooth blueish-white scales, the cascade of a silky white mane adorning his head, and the kindness reflected in his dark marine blue eyes were as breathtaking as the legends and paintings had portrayed.

"Solitude suits me, indeed," the dragon replied, his nostrils subtly flaring. "Especially during my heats. But I assume you've brought me some crucial documents, haven't you, my dearest?"

His thick tail coiled gently around your legs, offering a comforting warmth that eased your tension. "Y-Yes, monsieur. They need to be signed by tomorrow… Can I somehow repay for bothering you and waking you up, monsieur?" you asked, your words slipping out before careful consideration.

In those immense eyes, you observed a dance of emotions. The dragon appeared to ponder, deeply inhaling the air as his head lifted, pointing towards the ceiling. "I suppose… there is a way you could serve me, my dearest Y/N. But fear not, it demands no great effort on your part — only a willingnes."

"What do you mean, monsieur Neuvilette?" you inquired, tilting your head slightly. The tail encircling your legs tightened, a hint of your tension causing the massive creature to pause.

Neuvilette brought his face inches from yours, his voice carrying a gentle plea. "What I seek from you is your willingness to share this night with me, my dearest. Will you, just for tonight, play the role of my mate?"

In an instant, all color drained from your face. Your mouth opened, yet no words found their way out, and the dragon drew you closer to his shredded, scaled chest in response.

"You need not fear any harm," the dragon reassured, once again delicately sniffing you as during the initial examination. "I shall be gentle. My kind has mated with humans in the past. I assure you," a claw gently lifted your chin while another stroked your throat, "this night will leave you with naught but a delightful memory."

With a deep sigh, you closed your eyes, and as you reopened them, your pants were neatly folded on the floor. Your white shirt and underclothes soon joined them as you undressed, your heart pounding within your chest.

The dragon's lips curled into a fanged smile, and a long tongue emerged, briefly caressing your cheek. It was warm and slick, yet not unpleasant. "Wonderful," the dragon bemurmured, observing your nervous smile. Once more, the tongue glided over your cheek, this time lingering for a longer moment. "It's been ages since I've had the fortune of a human woman in my bed, especially one as lovely as yourself, dearest Y/N."

"Thank you," you whispered, a blush gracing your features as you briefly shielded your bare breasts with folded arms.

He nudged your side with his snout, a signal for you to venture deeper into the chamber, a cue you promptly followed.

He gestured for you to recline on a king-sized bed, dressed in deep cobalt sheets and adorned with pristine white pillows. Without hesitation, you complied, gently pressing your thighs together and allowing your hands to gracefully depart from your chest.

Soon, Neuvilette's nose and mouth roamed across your form, exploring with snuffs, licks, and playful nips in various places.

Already tantalized by the affectionate gestures, your arousal heightened as the dragon shifted to all fours, hovering over your naked form. You observed something stout emerging from behind his muscular hind legs, a few drops of thick fluid trailing from it as he leaned forward. The dragon now stood over his claim, a half-open mouth revealing a tongue, and marine blue eyes narrowing in a moment of intensity.

"Ah, the agony of not enjoying this every night," the dragon rumbled, your fingers tracing his shaft. It matched the length of your forearm and doubled in girth, pulsating with an enticing energy beneath the soft moonlight streaming through the chamber's ceiling window. Imagining it nestled between your thighs, your core tightened and grew moist in response.

But then, a peculiar sensation gripped you. Casting him a questioning glance, the dragon responded with a knowing smile.

"Indeed, my dearest Y/N, the legends harbored a kernel of truth. Dragons do possess two cocks."

Swiftly, you rested on one elbow, your gaze naturally drawn between his muscular hind legs. A deep blush painted your cheeks as you discovered yet another erect member, pulsating with equal fervor as the first.

Neuvilette's warm tongue traced delicately along the valley between your breasts. "Do you like what you see, my dearest?"

"Yes, monsieur, I just never thought…" you murmured, your lips barely moving.

Swiftly adopting a stance akin to the dragon looming overhead, you took a calming breath and shut your eyes after getting on all fours on the bed.

The outsized dragon pressed his yet-turgid shafts against the expanse of your soft thighs, emitting a low moan as his jaws hovered threateningly over your bare shoulder, teeth grazing without leaving a trace. In a prolonged hiss, the dragon murmured, "How shall I claim you, my dearest? With gentle tenderness or the full extent of my might? Whichever way you wish it, so shall it be."

"I'll take whatever you've got, monsieur Neuvilette," you replied, casting a bold glance over your shoulder at the pulsating dicks.

Their tips were now slick with a dense, creamy fluid, and a shiver ran through you as they glided between your thighs, offering a preview of the impending encounter.

A couple more deep, resonant breaths, a hefty grunt, and the first dragon's shaft eased halfway in your waiting, already drenched slit.

Your eyes instinctively closed, a gasp escaping you, not from pain, but from the unexpected heat emanating from his dick. It felt as though all the dragon's potent warmth converged right there, in his throbbing, large shaft. Every slight motion was accompanied by loud, wet sounds, the dragon adjusting his position with his nose hovering close to the pillow on your right. He harnessed his strength in his hind legs, delivering a forceful thrust that had you crying out for more.

"O-Oh! Goodness gracious! How's that even possible? That you fit in?!!"

Neuvilette chuckled softly, his voice taking on a guttural quality as he quickened his thrusting pace. "You see, my dearest Y/N, I've mentioned before that my kind has mated with humans. How did you think that was possible if you, females, wouldn't be able to accommodate our shafts?"

Each successive thrust grew more potent, propelling additional lengths of the deep blue, rigid flesh into your dripping pussy from behind. The viscous fluid flowed generously out of your abused core, trailing down your parted legs while the shaft pulsated relentlessly, gaining intensity with each beat, akin to a powerful heartbeat.

In an instant, a loud squeak escaped your lips as you sensed a more insistent pressure against your occupied entrance. Glancing over your shoulder, your expression paled at the sight of Neuvilette attempting to maneuver his other dick in. "Neuvilette! You're going to tear me apart!" you gasped, your eyes welling up with the nearly overwhelming pleasure he was already bestowing upon you as his thick cock rubbed along all of your sweet spots.

"Ease up, my dearest Y/N," Neuvilette murmured, smoothly almost fully withdrawing his first shaft before seamlessly layering the second one atop the first and slowly pushing back into you.

Your hands surrendered as he executed the forceful thrust, and the initial stretch proved excruciating. It felt like a searing burn in those first moments, leaving you growling and panting uncontrollably, tears straining your flushed cheeks pressed hardly into the mattress.

"There, there, relax, and you'll manage," Neuvilette coaxed in the gentlest tone he could summon. "Stop tightening up, try to ease your pelvis. Yes, just like that," he praised as you eventually succeeded in relaxing your muscles enough for him to bottom out.

The dragon's tail lifted off the bed, and Neuvilette let out a growl followed by a resounding roar. Heat surged within him as his powerful thrusts, almost forceful enough to break the small human form nestled between his colossal legs, intensified.

Gasping for breath, you'd already experienced a shattering climax and teetered on the brink of another. Your entire body dripped with sweat, and drool hung from your parted lips. The pleasure unleashed by this formidable dragon surpassed anything you could have audaciously imagined. "Neuvilette!" your voice rasped as you cum for another time; your inner walls spasmed uncontrollably around his throbbing, painfully hard shafts.

With one last, hard push, Neuvilette pressed you firmly onto the mattress, grasping the meat of your stuck out ass. A gush of heated, sticky cum erupted from his throbbing dicks, followed by a second, and ultimately a gentler third wave, marking the hydro dragon's descent into exhaustion after intense sex, his breaths now feeble and hurried.

Beneath him, you lay in a state of bliss, your entire body shaking and tingling. Your sticky pussy radiated warmth, and the powerful twinges and aftershocks of an already remarkable climaxes created an unforgettable sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced in your entire life.

"Thank you, my dearest Y/N," Neuvilette whispered, and you nodded. "Thank you for helping me shake off the tension that's been hanging around for days," he admitted, lying on the bed next to you. He casually draped his long tail over your legs while you reclined beside him on your back.

Then, impulsively playful, you rolled to your side and planted a quick kiss on his bluish snout.

The dragon chuckled, his resonant voice emanating from his robust chest. "Aren't you the cutest assistant, my dearest Y/N?" he mused, yawning widely, revealing rows of perfectly sharp fangs.

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath. "Neuvilette…"

The dragon's dark eyes found yours, and he nodded, granting you permission to speak.

"Would you… I mean, forgive me for the strange question, but maybe next time your heat occurs, perhaps you would need some help too?" you asked shyly, your cheeks turning beet red.

His marine-blue irises shimmered with tenderness as he hummed, contemplating your words. "Little Y/N," he smiled, drawing closer and resting his snout on your naked belly, his gaze meeting your flushed face. "I'll be honored to accept aid from the only one I trust the most." He sniffed and grinned, casting a sly glance toward your glistening mound on his left. "I adore your scent," he confessed, casually bestowing a few gentle licks upon your folds glistening with mixed releases with his warm, extended tongue. "And you taste absolutely delicious, my dearest. Oh, my, my, I'll struggle to wait for the next heat to savor your essence once more, to assert my claim on you. Perhaps then, I'll allow you a glimpse of my human form, in all its vulnerable splendor."

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 18

We are really getting down to the end now. But there are so many twists and turns coming and I'm excited for you to see them all.

In this Jason is stupid, Tommy is late, and Billy is not what he seems.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

~

Tommy couldn’t wait until he turned eighteen. Then he could finally dispense with the fucking pretense of being Steve Harrington’s bitch.

Him and Carol had been ordered by Hopper to befriend Steve at school, to keep an eye on him. Asshole used his alpha voice and everything so they couldn’t refuse. Carol learned to actually like the knucklehead, but Tommy couldn’t stomach Steve. He wasn’t Pack. Not that Tommy wanted to be a werewolf. No, he had other plans. But to order them to hang out with the idiot was just too much to bear.

So when Bill Hargrove came into town and cleaned up that hornet’s nest that was the old Coven, Tommy knew what he wanted. He wanted real power. Werewolves were big slobbery beast who didn’t have a fucking thought in their head. Just pure instinct.

And of course Steve was too stupid to see that Billy always was a step ahead of the lumbering brute. He did think once or twice that maybe Nancy had figured it out earlier on in his little spy game, but no, not even the supposed smartest girl Hawkins figured it out.

She was completely wasted as a werewolf. She was too beautiful and smart to be limited by being a Were. Fuck, if Tommy hadn’t been gay, he would have pummeled Byers for her. Not that the Pack knew his proclivities toward his own sex. He had been ‘dating’ Carol for most of high school and hated how open Steve was about liking both.

How dare he! How dare Harrington be so comfortable in his skin that he could walk the halls of Hawkins High with confidence about his sexuality and have literally no one give a shit that he could easily be found with his mouth on a cock or his hand up a girl’s skirt.

Tommy was doing his patrols as normal and if Billy got reported to before Steve, then that was his business. Steve had told everyone to be on the lookout for a rogue Were. Most likely wolf, but could be fox or coyote.

It would just be his luck to run across the damn thi–

He stopped in his tracks. The wind had shifted enough that Tommy was almost literally hit in the face with the scent. His nose wasn’t as powerful as a full Were, but as a keeper, his nose was more than adequate for the job.

There! Just off the path and to the north. His nose wrinkled in distaste as the scent of blood hit his nose next. Whatever the Were was eating, he hoped it was while in Were form and not human.

He took a step toward the clearing, but stopped when someone else exited the woods. He froze, stock still.

“Oh my beloved,” the person was saying. “Perhaps I should have picked a different pack to manipulate. I thought it would be so easy to convince Hopper to remove your banishment, but all my plans have failed.”

The feral Were muttered something and the other person sighed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to move on, too many people are becoming suspicious.”

The feral Were muttered again.

“Of course, darling,” they muttered. “I just need to finish one last thing before we go.”

Tommy pressed his hands to his mouth to keep the scream from coming out of his mouth. He turned and ran out of the woods as fast as his feet could carry him. Every instinct as a keeper told him to run to his alpha. His very blood screamed at him that he was going the wrong direction.

But Billy needed to know. Even if Tommy was still loyal to the Pack. Billy needed to be warned.

~

Gareth was itching to race Steve. As a gwyllgi he wanted to see who was faster, the wolf or the Graveyard Dog.

Steve smiled when the younger teen suggested it because he knew of the Munsons’ plans to keep him guarded.

What surprised him the most was the fact that Barb had offered watch over him whenever he went outside of the town limits, closer to her family’s domain of Lover’s Lake. He assumed with Nancy being kept out of the loop on why it was necessary in the first place that she would not only disagree, she would go running to her best friend to tell her.

But according to Eddie and Brian, the selkie had overheard them talking about it at school and volunteered. She had been fighting with Nancy over her classism and if Steve needed her protection. She was going to give it.

There had been a few others, a couple of harpies from town, a pair of elderly sisters whom Steve had been kind to, a gumiho who was there at the school as an exchange student, and Bob Newby, who was much to everyone’s surprise a gnome.

Steve had told Nancy about the incident with the other pack and the one who had been banished. She frowned and nodded like she was expecting that answer. She then told Steve that she thought there was more to the story than what the papers and even the report let on. Something about the differing accounts and how his mate seemed insistent that his mate wouldn’t do such things.

He had left her to it.

Gareth and Steve had been racing down Main Street when Eddie who had been roped into judge the show of speed and agility spotted the smoke on the horizon.

The two shifters skidded to a halt, changing back into their human forms as they held each other.

“It’s the coven!” Gareth hissed, his nose positively quivering from the scent of death in the air.

Steve pushed him in the direction of the compound. “Warn the pack! Eddie get your uncle, quick!”

Both boys dashed off, changing as they hurtled themselves down the road to do as Steve said. Steve himself looked around and spotted a pay phone.

He called the fire department and told them it was the coven and to send only supes to the fire. He wasn’t sure he was believed but he sincerely hoped they had.

When he got the house Steve could see the carnage. And only three of them were vampires, and one thrall. Thankfully no one he knew personally, but still a grave loss to the coven.

The remaining dozen or so?

Humans.

Hunters by their garb and weaponry. They were dressed in bright white combat gear with silver crosses on their chest. Their neck guard, bracers, and chest plate were all silver painted white.

Steve spotted Jeff first and changed back into a human.

Jeff was sitting on the stoop of the house, covered in soot and coughing something fierce.

“Hey,” Steve said soothingly. “Are you okay?

Jeff looked up at him in shock. “What are you doing here, man?”

Steve crouched in front of him and looked him in the eye. “Saw the smoke, Gareth’s getting the pack and Eddie’s getting Wayne. I also called the fire department. Help’s on its way. But are you okay?”

“You really are something else, Harrington,” he muttered. “But yeah, I’m fine.”

It was then that Chrissy came out of the smoke and fog of the burning building and threw something to the ground. She spat on it and started kicking it repeatedly, cursing and foaming at the mouth.

Jeff and Steve dashed over to her and saw the object of her ire.

There, torn to almost literal pieces, but still unmistakable, was Jason Carver. His blue eyes wide in death, his perfect teeth and blond hair, covered in blood, and his golden crucifix twisted and bent.

“What the fuck happened?” Steve hissed as the sounds of sirens drew close.

~

The sun had risen a couple of hours ago and the Coven was happily kicking back in the house that they had long since claimed as their own.

Up top it was a regular house; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dinning room, kitchen, study and front room. This was where Billy, Heather, Chrissy, and Keith stayed. Billy and Heather roomed together as a couple and if either Chrissy or Keith got a partner, they would be able to stay above ground, too.

But everyone else was underground. Not because the sun would burn them, it wouldn’t. They weren’t bitten. As they were still living, the sun didn’t hurt them. Not like it did Eddie and Wayne.

No they were underground because it was safer for the vampires to be protected from hunters.

Around noon, the doors to their house burst and Hunters begin to file in, smoke billowing everywhere from the smoke bombs they had thrown. A dozen men and women in white combat gear splashing the place with holy water and shouting in Latin.

Billy’s lips curled back into a snarl. He had fought hard for his position and wasn’t about to let a few humans ruin that for him.

He merrily lead them through the house, baiting them into using their ammo and holy water against him, wasting every bullet, every drop. Crucifixes were brandied about and still Billy ran, as they gave chase.

Just when they thought they had him cornered against the bookshelves in the study, the leader stepped forward and removed his gas mask, his hair tousled from the head gear.

There in all his blond hair, blue-eyed glory was Jason Carver.

“I have you now, Hargrove,” he sneered. “You think your kind is so clever, but I have the upper hand now. You could have healed Patrick, but now he’s a monster. And once I’m rid of you, those flea-bitten werewolves are next. You are the scourge that needs to be scrubbed from this world. And I aim to do just that.” He pulled out a sword from his hip and it glinted with silver. “For Patrick!”

Billy grinned as his eyes glittered with blood lust. “That’s where you’re wrong, Carver. I’m not trapped in here with you. You’re trapped in here with us!”

He pressed a button on the bookshelf next to him and it swung inwards to reveal the entire Coven standing behind him.

The vampires poured out of the hidden space into the study to the screams and terror of the Hunters.

Empty guns clattered uselessly, empty bottles of Holy Water thrown in hopes of a single drop hitting it’s target.

But it was no use. The vampires had the upper hand.

Billy launched himself right at Jason, going straight for the throat. The neck guard prevented Jason from dying on the spot, but Billy was well built outside of his super human strength of being a vampire. The silver merely slowed down the inevitable.

Jason went down hard and fast as Billy clawed and tore at the armor. Jason’s arms flailed wildly as he tried get purchase on any bit of Billy he could get his fingers into.

Billy placed a well aimed punch right in the center of Jason’s face, shattering the nose. Jason screamed but another hit made him black out just long for Billy to tear off the armor in pieces, snarling like a wounded animal. He shook Jason until the other boy awoke.

Instantly Jason knew this was the end. Without the silver armor, Billy was far too powerful to even try to struggle to get free. He was a dead man. His eyes went wide.

Billy held him up by his throat to show the remaining Hunters, that their leader was done for.

“This is the might of the vampire!” he bellowed and then he slowly, excruciatingly, painfully crushed Jason’s throat. And just before he took his last breath Billy leaned forward and whispered, “Your god is dead.”

He dropped the lifeless body to the floor and snarled at the fight going on around him. He rushed into battle, more monster than man in that moment, transforming into the beast humans’ truly feared.

Far too soon in Billy’s opinion all the Hunters were dead.

Heather, Keith, and Chrissy circled around him to stare down at the twisted body of Jason Carver.

“Religious zealot,” Chrissy spat.

“Hateful man,” Heather agreed, nudging the body with her toe.

Just then Tommy arrived at the door, a stunned expression on his face. “Oh god!”

Billy was in front of him in an instant, grabbing his shirt collar and hauling him off his feet.

“What do you know?” he snarled.

Tommy shook his head. “Nothing about this, I swear! I was coming to warn you. I know who’s behind this and your attempted poisoning.”

Billy set him down gently and tilted his head to one side. “I’m listening.”

So Tommy told him about what he heard in the clearing and who he saw.

“Excellent,” Billy said with a feral grin. “You’ve done well, little spy.” He snapped his fingers. “Keith, you’re with me.”

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. “So I have I done enough?”

Billy put his arm his shoulders and led him out into the bright light of the afternoon sun. He leaned in close so only Tommy could hear him. “I can’t change a Keeper into a vampire, even if I was a real vampire. But as I’m not, you’re just out of luck, dumbass.”

He pushed Tommy to the ground and laughed as he and Keith walked away from Tommy and the burning house that once was the abode of the vampire Coven.

~

Part 19 Part 20

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It's a not-happy Wednesday but I thought not sharing art of any kind wouldn't be a solution to this. Instead have an extra long snippet of A Few Moons Ago. Open tag today though because I can't gage whether some people would mind. But I would love to be tagged back if you shared something you've created of any kind. 💓

The man huffs. “I won’t tell you what to do, but I know you’re a lot more lucid now, so unless there’s a reason, it would be a little easier if you shifted too so we could communicate properly.” They did communicate. Last night, as wolves, everything had seemed so easy. Nothing to misinterpret. He knew the gray wolf liked his scent, his company. Knew he liked to play and nudge his head against Carlos’. Even with a hazy memory, he feels like they spent the last night talking endlessly, despite no words exchanged.

“Carlitos, you can’t stay like this forever,” his mother used to say when he kid, small enough shifted into a cub to curl up in the lowest shelf of her cupboard. It smelled so much of her there, so comforting, that he whined whenever she pulled him out by the scruff on his neck. “Don’t you want to be a kid too? Play out with your human friends?”

Carlos would be back in her cupboard as soon as she turned her head.

Most days, this was easier. Being an alpha, transforming into a wolf whenever he wanted made talking less relevant. When life was complicated, fur was warm, gestures more forgiving with words lost to him. Right now, he finds himself wanting nothing more than to connect with this man on all levels though. Carlos extracts himself from the makeshift nest, feeling colder outside the cocooning scent of it, until he sits back in the corner of the truck bed.

“Wait!” The man says, but Carlos is already shifting before the word is finished.

Even if the sun had washed some of the moon lure away from Carlos’ brain, there is an extra set of clarity to his thoughts as he blinks his human eyes open. The world explodes back in color -- the one thing more vivid when other senses are dulled -- and the first thing Carlos eyes focus on instantly is the man in front of him.

He has the eyes of the forest - no, a forest creek - the hair the color of oak bark. Seashell pink lips, a hint of a stubble a lot of werewolves grow much quicker after a transformation. Sitting up, he covers his lap with the edge of the sleeping bag, before throwing a pillow at Carlos.

Carlos, who sits frog-legged from the position he was in as a wolf, is completely bared to him. Despite the much subtler scent after shifting, their arousal spills out between them, mingling in the air as its own scent. Carlos knows the man smells it too by the way his pupils widen and his tongue darts out.

He covers himself with a pillow anyway, because as much as nudity is more accepted in their culture, it’s not exactly normal to sit spread naked in a truck bed with a stranger. 

“Hi,” Carlos says, rolling back his shoulders to fold them out strong behind him. He likes the way the guys’ eyes flick down to look at the way his chest pops out for it. 

“Hey,” the man returns, his voice making Carlos’ heartbeat spike.

Silence falls between them, leaving the nightingales to greet this morning. Carlos decides to be the one to take the first step, see if the man follows.

“I’m Carlos.”

“TK.”

TK. Two letters that feel oddly too short to be filled with the grandeur he feels wafting off of him. He may be an omega, but he carries himself like an alpha. It’s the reason he stopped Carlos in his tracks last night.

“Nice to meet you,” says Carlos. “Hope you’re not too disappointed I’m not…who was it? I can’t really remember words too clearly, but I remember you asking me if I was someone famous?”

TK visibly swallows. “Brad Pitt.”

“Yeah, well…sorry?” Again: OPEN TAG. But please if you have something you created, of any kind, tag me and share some creativity and color with this world 💓 Thanks for tagging me @ironheartwriter

[valy-gc]

Liora Scheh – Tales of the Past (SR – Teaching Robes) [Location: Fablewood Academy – Lorecraft Classroom]

Liora: (Standing before the class, his tone captivating and serious) "Today, we delve into a story that shaped the relationship between humans and beastfolk—a tale from a time when tensions were high and trust was scarce. The story of Little Red Riding Hood."

Liora: "Long ago, in the heart of Beasthaven, a human family settled amidst the beastfolk. This was not an easy time, mind you. Although a century had passed since humans first mistreated the beastfolk—seeing them as mere animals—memories of those injustices lingered."

Liora waves his hand, and golden threads begin to form a scene of a peaceful village nestled among woods teeming with life.

Liora: "The humans who had defended beastfolk, fighting for their rights and recognition, were viewed as allies by many. However, not all beastfolk had forgiven. The wounds of the past ran deep."

The threads shift, showing a small cottage in the woods, where a young girl with a bright red cloak visits her grandmother.

Liora: "Our story centers on a young girl, known by all as Little Red Riding Hood. Her family, descendants of those who once defended the beastfolk’s cause, had chosen to live among them in Beasthaven. Her grandmother, a remarkable woman, had fought alongside beastfolk for their freedom and respect."

Liora gestures again, and the image changes to a looming wolf beastman with sharp eyes, stalking through the woods.

Liora: "But not everyone was ready for peace. Among the beastfolk was a wolf, embittered by the past, who saw all humans as enemies, even thoses who defended them. He harbored a deep grudge, his mind clouded by memories of mistreatment. When he encountered Little Red Riding Hood, his hatred overcame him, and he plotted to harm her."

The scene shows the wolf approaching the grandmother’s cottage, sinister and determined.

Liora: "He devoured her grandmother and waited for Little Red, intending to do the same. It was a dark moment, one where old wounds threatened to destroy new beginnings."

The threads now form the image of a mighty bear beastman, standing tall and fierce, approaching the cottage with determination.

Liora: "Enter the hunter—a beastman of the bear clan. He had witnessed the progress made between humans and beastfolk and could not stand by while hatred threatened to undo it. The hunter confronted the wolf, saving both Little Red and her grandmother, a powerful act that symbolized unity and hope."

The scene fades, leaving the classroom in thoughtful silence.

Liora: "This tale, dear students, is not just a story of heroism. It’s a reminder of how history can shape our present. It shows us the importance of forgiveness and the strength found in unity, even when it seems impossible."

He looks around, his eyes meeting those of his students.

Liora: "So, what do we learn from this? That progress is fragile but vital. That trust can be rebuilt, even after betrayal. And that, sometimes, the bravest acts come from those who choose peace over vengeance."

He lets the golden threads dissolve, and the room returns to the present, filled with a quiet sense of reflection.

Liora: "Now, let’s discuss. How do you think the actions of the hunter shaped future relations between humans and beastfolk? What would have happened if no one had stepped in?"

[Mahdi]: (perking up) "I believe it helped ease tensions between the two groups significantly. If no one had intervened, or if a human had been the one to save them, the story might have been twisted, reinforcing human prejudices against beastfolk. The fact that a bear beastman stepped in ensured the truth was undeniable—he had no reason to turn against his own kind unless it was truly just."

Liora smiles warmly, signaling the end of the lesson, as the students begin to discuss the story among themselves.

Stats at Max Level (Lv 70):

HP: 9800 ▪ Liora’s wisdom and strength of character give him an impressive resilience.

Power (Attack): 4200 ▪ His eloquence and ability to weave stories into lessons grant him a commanding presence.

Resilience (Defense): 4600 ▪ His calm and composed nature make him a steady protector of knowledge and truth.

Essence (Magic): 5000 ▪ His mastery of Storywoven Threads allows him to vividly bring tales to life, enhancing the learning experience.

MP (Magic Points): 1600 ▪ A deep well of magical energy supports his ability to maintain detailed and long-lasting illusions.

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[moonselune]

hi there selune ‼️‼️ before, and if u read this, i apologize for my lack of better word, horrid fucking grammar, and minimal wording knowledge. Sending u love from germany ! (Write this in english though, if that wasnt clear)

alright, so, we all know about shadowhearts like .. phobia, of wolves, right? Can you write about the ladies (if not all of the main ones you write for, just shadowheart, since this was inspired by bbgirl herself) with a wolf selkie (if that exists, unsure!! Took inspo from Ursula, from the series Enchantment) s/o?

i feel like the initial/first encounter would be them thinking its just some random mutt and theyre like 'oh fuck yeah protein' but then tav throws off their big fat wolf hood coat cloak thing .. what-friggin-ever, and theyre like 'oh fuck yeah women' (or just .. g/n. I dont care)

thank u if u decide to write 🫂🫂🫂 this blog is much appreciated. Tschüss ! <3

Hallo!! don't even worry, i got what you meant completely xox

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Shadowheart x F!reader | Woman in the Woods

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The woods were quiet, save for the crunch of Shadowheart’s boots on the forest floor and the erratic thrum of her heartbeat in her ears. The aftermath of the nautiloid crash had left her disoriented, hungry, and desperately searching for direction. As she wandered, her eyes caught movement ahead—a sleek, dark wolf prowling through the underbrush. Its amber eyes locked onto hers.

Shadowheart froze. The blood drained from her face as the sight sent a jolt of fear through her. A childhood phobia, irrational but deeply ingrained, rose like bile in her throat. The wolf wasn’t particularly large, but her mind magnified its size and ferocity. Her fingers trembled as they wrapped around the hilt of her dagger.

“You need to do this,” she whispered to herself, her voice a shaky mantra. “You’re no child. This isn’t the time for weakness. Food, Shadowheart. You need food.”

The wolf didn’t advance; it merely watched her, head tilted slightly. The longer she stared into its eyes, the more she swore it wasn’t a wild animal at all. There was an intelligence there, a flicker of something almost human.

“Steady,” she hissed, trying to still her quaking hands. She shifted her weight, preparing to lunge.

But before she could strike, the wolf straightened, its body shimmering in the dappled sunlight as it reached up… and began to peel away its fur. Shadowheart stumbled back, dagger raised, her breath catching in her throat as the creature transformed before her eyes.

It wasn’t a wolf. It was… a person.

No, not just a person—a figure of striking beauty. You stood there, your wolfskin cloak slipping from your shoulders to reveal a lithe, strong frame beneath. Your eyes, still the same molten amber as they were in wolf form, met hers, and you raised your hands in a gesture of peace.

“Don’t attack,” you said, your voice smooth and calming. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Shadowheart’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. She stared at you, utterly dumbfounded. Her dagger hovered uselessly in her hand, her earlier resolve forgotten.

“You… you’re—” she began, her voice faint. She quickly shut her mouth, realizing how foolish she must look gawking at you like this. She swallowed hard and straightened her spine, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “What in the hells are you?”

You smiled gently, picking up your cloak and draping it over your arm.

“A selkie,” you explained simply. “I take the form of a wolf when I wear this. It’s how I’ve survived in these woods.” Your gaze softened as you gestured toward her dagger. “You looked like you could use some help.”

Shadowheart blinked at you, her mind racing to catch up. A selkie? She’d heard of them in whispers—beings of dual forms, more myth than reality. And yet, here you were, standing before her with an easy confidence that left her both awestruck and flustered.

She quickly averted her eyes, hoping you wouldn’t notice the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

“I… I see,” she said, her voice stilted. “Well, you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that. I could’ve—”

“Killed me?” you teased, tilting your head. “I’ll admit, I’ve faced better odds than an unarmed woman trying to skewer me for dinner.”

“I am armed,” she snapped, waving her dagger for emphasis. “And I’m perfectly capable of—”

“Finding your way through the forest alone?” you interrupted gently, your tone turning more serious. “You don’t have to, you know. If you’d like, we could join forces. Two are better than one, after all.”

Shadowheart’s first instinct was to reject the offer. She’d worked alone for so long, trusting no one but herself, that the idea of relying on someone else felt foreign and uncomfortable. But as she looked at you—at your confident posture, the kindness in your eyes—she felt a flicker of something she hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” she said begrudgingly, though her tone lacked its usual sharpness. She hesitated, then added, “If you slow me down, though, don’t expect me to carry you.”

You chuckled, draping your cloak over your shoulders. “Fair enough. Shall we?”

She nodded, falling into step beside you as you led the way through the trees. Though she didn’t say it, she found her gaze drifting to you more often than she cared to admit. Something about you unsettled her—not in the way wolves did, but in a way that left her heart beating just a little faster.

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This was so fun to write and such an interesting concept, I hope you guys enjoyed it!! - Seluney xox

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Softer Werewolf Headcanons 🌙

❥ Hey everyone! So I know that I should be working on my Bad Batch one shots for the time being, I promise I am, but recently I’ve hit a bit of a stump? So I’m trying to get my creativity out with these little posts. I might make another small one about my crossover just to get some ideas too. But all these fall writing prompts are so cool & fun, I’ve been wanting to give it a try for awhile!

❥ Plus werewolves are one of my favorite creatures, I wanted to try writing about them! It’s also because super gorey or gothic vibes just aren’t entirely my thing, no offense do anyone that likes that genre, but I wanted to do something different! Thank you & I hope you enjoy! 🙏🙌✨

They don’t fight each other to see who’s in charge, it’s more like a sense of already knowing. Someone who already “commands” a presence or behaves more responsibly is gonna be the leader. But if there’s really a big opinion about it, they’ll just arm wrestle.

Make sure you write your name on leftovers!! Or they’ll be gone by morning, even the veggies aren’t safe…

The whole shifting during nighttime is more of an urban legend that human folk made up. However, it’s become more of a scary campfire stories werewolves use to get kids to go to bed on time. 😅 Kind of as a more spooky “If you keep making that face it’ll get stuck like that” vibe?

Werewolves can change form any time they want, but there are rare occasions they get “stuck.” This can last from 15 minutes up to a whole day.

Daily hangouts!! If a werewolf lives near a forest or near vegetation, morning hikes & walks are a must. But if a werewolf happens to live in a city or anything similar, a nice nap in the park or even breakfast on a balcony is just as good!

Dogs LOVE them!! Usually all animals do but it’s mainly dogs, even unruly or grumpy dogs will be on their best behavior! They make for good trainers if you just need a helping hand.

Regardless of appearance, werewolves are definitely stronger than the average human. While it’s not always obvious, even a scrawny guy or gal without any workout experience can lift a 30lb weight easy.

Okay these next couple points I was inspired by Cartoon Saloon animation studio, and their film Wolfwalkers. I love the interpretation Irish folklore has with werewolves!! It’s not this super eerie or gross transformation or anything, but it’s just beautiful and maybe a bit simple. The characters look completely normal in human form too! There’s nothing too odd or bizarre about them either, they’re just normal people with incredible powers! Plus the aesthetic is so beautiful and woodsy and vibrant, this is what I wanna see in werewolf movies. 🙌✨

In all honesty, when I think of werewolf vibes or even just wolves in general, I think of like an earthy colored version of fairycore. 😅 Which is also my favorite, but anyways, Wolfwalkers is literally the perfect werewolf movie I honestly can’t believe how good it is! Plus wolves are my favorite animal anyways lol so this made me happy to see.

Anywho! This next idea was inspired by the studio’s Song of the Sea and selkie mythology. I’ve always thought the idea of a magical animal cloak in mythology is sooooooo amazing! I know tales about swan maidens and other animals are a thing, but a magic fur coat is most popular with selkies. But it would be cool to have this for werewolves too! Like imagine a fluffy fur coat and when you put it on you’re a wolf!

I do like this idea better than some transformations I’ve seen. 😅 Plus, I’ve always found it strange that werewolves are sometimes “super hairy” or they’re a bit aggressive personality wise? Idk, that just doesn’t sound very nice to me. 😅

[pigeonstab]

I hope I'm not too late to ask but how long does cross stay a werewolf before turning back into his human form? can/does it happen even if he's asleep?

Lol you can never be late, if the asks are open it means I'm up for it!!

Wolf shifters and werewolves can stay in either form as long as they want, though resisting one's wolf form for too long can have bad side effects, (some werewolves are capable of resisting shifting during a full moon (usually wolf shifters and not actually turned werewolves)).

While the act of shifting from one form to the other does cost energy it's minimal and feels just as easy as breathing (for most) it can happen while a Wolf is asleep, if they shift in their dream for example their body might follow, though accidentally shifting while conscious is pretty rare.

As for Cross's preferences he would rather never have to spend anytime as anything but a normie. He only shifts when he has to and turns back as soon as he's awake.

[inawickedlittletown]

Don't Make A Shadow Of Yourself (BuckTommy fic) - 2/?

Summary: "A man who's pure of heart...may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright" - Howl (F+TM)

Throughout most of his adult life, Tommy had dealt with what he was. The duality of being a man and also an animal…a beast. Werewolves weren’t born, they were made. 

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Chapter Two

Chimney’s pilot friend was a Werewolf. Buck knew it the moment they arrived at Harbor Station Air Operations. He figured it wasn’t a big deal and that they had a lot more going on for that to be the focus. It wasn’t exactly relevant or anything, even though it had been a full moon just the night before. 

For Buck, it was just kind of instinct to be able to tell immediately if someone was a Werewolf. It was probably one of the few things he’d retained from his parents, the way that simple observation was enough. 

Tommy was easy to make, though. He walked like a wolf, all confident strides and like he had excellent control of his entire body. There was also how he couldn’t quite hide how good his hearing was. He’d known even before Buck — or Eddie — when Hen arrived. His face had even turned in the direction of the sound and if it were possible, his ears would have perked up. Tommy gave himself away and he had no idea. 

It was only when everyone had made it off the capsized cruise ship and they were on the coast guard ship on the way back to LA, that Buck couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“How, uh, how long have you been a Werewolf?” 

Maybe…just maybe there had been a better way to ask, because the way Tommy’s smile fell away, it made his stomach kind of drop. Maybe he’d got it wrong…but, no, he couldn’t be wrong. Buck knew he was right. 

“What?” Tommy asked and his voice had lost all the confidence and surety. 

“A Werewolf,” Buck said, softer and he let his hand fall off of Tommy’s shoulder.

Tommy stared at him and for the first time since they met at Harbor, Buck could see that he was panicking. Buck had felt him go tense and he could hear the rise in his heartbeat, the way that his eyes wouldn’t meet Buck’s and how instead they shifted around the ship as if he were looking for an escape route. He looked like a panicked rabbit more than a wolf. 

“Hey, man, you alright?” Eddie’s voice broke between them, gaze fixed on Tommy before flitting to Buck. 

Tommy seemed to latch on to it and he took a step away from Buck. “I’m…I’m good,” he said and then with a final terrified glance at Buck, he walked off.

“What was that about?” Eddie asked. 

“I know I’m not wrong, Eddie,” Buck said, eyes on Tommy’s back. “That guy’s a Werewolf.” 

Eddie followed Buck’s gaze, tracking Tommy as he got to the otherside of the ship. 

“You’ve never been wrong before,” Eddie said. “What did you say to him?” 

Buck winced. “Asked him how long he’s been one.” 

Eddie chuckled under his breath and he even shook his head. “I’m gonna go talk to him before this creates an even bigger mess.” 

Buck just dropped his head, a little bit defeated. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, causing Buck to look up. “You’re sure.” 

“Yes,” Buck said and he was. 

Eddie nudged his shoulder with his own. It was wordless comfort — wolf mannerisms in human form. Eddie gave him another nod and Buck watched as he walked away, weaving past people and all the way to where Tommy was standing on his own. 

Tommy was a big guy, tall and broad and strong. Buck couldn’t help but wonder about what he looked like transformed. His wolf was probably huge. Dark fur probably, going off his hair color. Buck found himself hoping that he would get to see him transformed. He doubted that it would ever happen, though, not with the way Tommy had all but run from him. 

Buck found Hen and Chim. They were sitting out of the way, in the opposite direction of Eddie and Tommy, which was probably a good thing. He could tell they were coming down from all the adrenaline that’d been coursing through them too and that they’d cleared the air about the whole thing with internal affairs. 

“What is it?” Hen asked, at his approach. 

“I just…why didn’t you guys say anything about Tommy being a Werewolf?” 

Hen was frowning at him. “Because he isn’t,” she said. 

“He is,” Buck insisted. “When have I ever gotten that wrong, Hen?” 

She eyed him. “If you say so, Buck.” 

“Maybe it’s recent,” Chim said, thoughtfully. “Or maybe, Buck got it wrong for once.” 

“I didn’t,” Buck said. 

“Hmm, well it’s not like I could have been able to tell back when he was still at the 118,” Chim said thoughtfully. Hen nodded along. 

“Well, I hope you didn’t bring it up to him,” Hen said. 

Buck looked away and he was aware that Hen had probably already figured out that Buck had brought it up. There wasn’t keeping much from Hen. 

“Bucking things up, what’s new,” Chim said, grinning. 

“Eddie’s talking to him,” Buck grumbled and ignored Chim. 

Hen’s hand landed on his forearm, gentle and reassuring and Buck leaned into her, taking in her warmth and her familiar scent. If they weren’t in the view of so many people, he would have already shifted into his other form and laid himself out on her lap. He felt that itchy need to be in his other form. 

“Whatever the story with Tommy is, you really have got to be more subtle, Buck,” Hen said. 

“I thought you and Chim knew,” Buck said. “I figured you didn’t say anything because everything was so crazy.” 

Buck didn’t say that he’d decided to approach him because Tommy was fascinating. He was just cool and it was separate from him being a Werewolf. Tommy was a firefighter pilot, he had flown them into a hurricane on a helicopter that he helped steal, and then when they spotted the capsized ship, landed on its belly like it had a giant white H on it. And not that he didn’t think Tommy was a great pilot, but Buck was sure being able to see better in the dark had made a huge difference. So, Buck had latched onto the thing he could talk to him about. Clearly, he didn’t take the right approach. 

He also didn’t tell them that a part of him had felt a little hurt that Hen and Chim had kept another Werewolf from him. It was irrational the more he thought about it. Hen and Chim weren’t super close with Tommy, afterall. Them not knowing made a lot more sense, after all no one at the 118 was like Buck. They didn’t have the ingrained instinct to find Werewolves. 

Buck grew up not in a pack or even much of a family. He grew up human, ignored by his parents, and a magnet for trouble. Ignored was actually a bit far, he supposed, because the few times that Buck did have their attention it was because he’d broken yet another bone or done something that meant his parents had to actually deal with him. Buck didn’t even know when he realized that was the way to get their attention, he just remembered how it was Maddie that always patched him up and Maddie that saw through him and why his choice in hobbies always came with some risk. 

At some point, he found out one of the reasons his parents were always too busy to be parents. His parents were Werewolf hunters. 

Buck overheard them talking about it when he was around nine or ten, but it was a few more years before he believed it. On a night when the moon was full, Buck woke up to noises coming from the backyard. His bedroom faced it and curious as he was, he looked out to the backyard. He expected to find a deer or maybe a raccoon. Instead, he was the unmistakable figure of his father dragging something behind him. A big something that wasn’t human. Some other people were with them and there was another something being carried between two of them. Then his mother appeared. They looked like entirely different people, dressed all in black with what looked to be weapons strapped to them. Buck thought he was dreaming, but several pinches to his arms told him otherwise and when they started a fire, he couldn’t watch anymore, not when he realized the somethings were animals. Wolves.  

That was the day when Buck knew with complete surety that he didn’t know his parents at all, and that he didn’t like them that much either. 

He told Maddie the next morning on the way to school and he remembered how she had looked at him, not with pity, but resignation and so much sadness that he hadn’t known what to do with it. She’d known, had kept it from him probably. Hated it too, though she never quite said it outloud. 

When Maddie left him to run off with Doug, he understood just as much as he didn’t. He didn’t like Doug, even then, and not just because he was taking away his sister all the way to Boston. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right, but Maddie said she loved him. Once Maddie was gone, they suddenly found some interest in him. 

Buck hated it. Hated them. 

He remembered asking why, but the answer was nothing more than hateful rhetoric about beasts and monsters and the world being better off without them. 

“They hunt us down too, Evan,” his mother had said with more emotion than Buck had ever heard from her. “They turn into those monsters and they attack people. Kids. It’s why we do this.” 

The thing was that he’d seen them dragging that body and he’d seen them the next day all smiles and congratulating each other. Realized that anytime they were in a good mood it was because their night of hunting had gone well. 

They taught him stuff. Not much to do with the weapons they kept hidden in the shed in the backyard, but about how to find Werewolves even when they weren’t transformed. Buck did his own research and there hadn’t been a reported animal attack in years. Somehow, he still got caught up in their orbit. He learned about Werewolves, about how it all worked. 

The bite carried on the infection that turned a normal human into a Werewolf. The saliva had to go in through an open wound often created by the teeth tearing into someone’s skin and then once it was in the bloodstream that was that. At the next full moon, if that person didn’t die beforehand, they would shift into the animal. 

Fire and silver were the things used to kill them because they were resilient with heightened senses and even enhanced healing. Buck was actually fascinated by Werewolves in the completely opposite way that his parents were. Where they wanted to get rid of them, Buck wanted to know them. They were people, enhanced by a bite. He couldn’t actually find any information on why or how. And for all that his parents claimed that the Werewolves were pure animal and pure monster, nothing he found said that was true. 

In some ways, he was lucky that his parents didn’t pressure him to really join them. He suspected that they had wanted him to be more interested and when he wasn’t, they lost interest in him as well. Buck hadn’t had much of a problem with that. After Maddie was gone, living at home with his parents had felt like coexisting out of necessity rather than anything else. 

They had never been very controlling parents, but they provided what Buck needed. A place to sleep, food, and money. He graduated high school and they didn’t even show up for the ceremony. Because it was expected, Buck applied to the nearest community college. It was there  that Buck learned out about the Werewolf Division. 

He found out on accident, entirely because he’d been dumb and not paid his tuition. After arguing with the bursar, he was told to be careful walking back to his car. 

“Why’s that?” Buck asked. 

“Animal attack,” the secretary said and then turned her attention to the girl that had just walked in.

Turned out, someone had been bitten out on the parking lot just the night before. Buck didn’t even have to look it up to know it had been a full moon. It was talked about like an animal attack, and everyone was a bit nervous about bears or coyotes to such a large extent that animal control was called in. Buck knew better and curious as he was, he found a way to figure out who’d been attacked. It was a sophomore named Ruby Williams and he was lucky, because they’d taken her to the hospital Maddie had recently started working at. 

Despite having finally moved back from Boston, Buck didn’t see much of Maddie. She was busy with work or busy with Doug. There wasn’t much that Buck agreed on with his parents, but they too were completely against Doug. They’d even refused to go to Maddie’s wedding and so, Buck hadn’t been able to either. Maddie didn’t hold it against him. 

Maddie was reluctant to help, but eventually she relented. Giving him a guest pass and telling him what room to go to. He got lucky and not only found the room but got there just in time to eavesdrop. 

“...sorry to say this is more than just an animal attack. You were bitten by a Werewolf,” one voice said. 

For a moment came the arguments from Ruby. Her voice sounded strained and hoarse but absolutely panicked as she denied it with repeated “no’s” and “that’s not true” and “you’re crazy”

Buck for his part just leaned against the wall and listened.  

“We realize this sounds fantastical, but it is true. You will start to see signs of what you are becoming over the next few weeks and when the next full moon occurs in about twenty seven days, you will transform into a wolf. I know this is a shock, but it is what happened.” 

“Is this some joke?” Ruby asked. “Did someone put you up to this? Millie? Or or Brody…this isn’t very funny.” 

“We’re very sorry. We’re here from the Werewolf Division. The hospital called us when they realized what happened. You are a Werewolf, Ruby.” 

“I’m not,” Ruby responded. 

Buck listened as they fell into silence. A nurse walked by and he ducked his head, hoping to not be noticed. 

“We will check in again, and we hope you will come to us when you’ve come to terms with what you are now. We encourage new Werewolves to spend their first few full moons with the Werewolf Division. Your school has been informed as well. You have our card.” 

When Buck heard footsteps, he quickly moved away from the room and down the hall. His parents had never mentioned the Werewolf Division before. Though he was curious to sneak into the hospital room and visit with Ruby, he didn’t think it would get him very far. The Werewolf Division might. 

“I hope that was worth it,” Maddie told him when she found him again. 

“She’s definitely a Werewolf,” he said in a hushed whisper while she looked at him with disapproval. “And get this, the hospital called something called the Werewolf Division to come talk to her. Ever hear of that?” 

Maddie shook her head. “No, Buck. I don’t know why this interests you so much.” 

“Because mom and dad are wrong.” 

 “You will never convince them otherwise,” Maddie said in all seriousness. “You know that, Evan. And anyway, shouldn’t you be in school?”

Coming clean to Maddie about how he’d used the tuition money for parties and the motorcycle he’d actually crashed had all wound up in Maddie giving him her car and sending him away. She even warned him to stop with his obsession before he wound up like their parents. 

“I just need to see this thing through,” Buck argued. “Aren’t you the least bit curious?” 

Maddie let out a sigh that showed her annoyance. His sister had changed since going to Boston, graduating from Nursing school, marrying Doug, and moving back. She was less at ease and even a bit skittish. He knew better than to ask her, because that just brought out excuses and annoyance and Buck didn’t understand. Looking back, he wished desperately that he had pushed harder, but he was hardly more than just a stupid kid then. 

“Don’t get pulled into their world, Evan. You don’t want that,” Maddie said. 

“I’m going to find out more about the Werewolf Division,” Buck argued. “I just want to know more. And maybe…maybe I want to warn them because it isn’t right.” 

He would never forget the way that Maddie looked at him until she nodded and insisted he take her car on his investigation because at least it was subtler than his bike. 

It was far easier to find the closest Werewolf Division facility. It was actually right there in Hershey and no one stopped him as he drove there or when he walked up the building, or even when he walked in. It was far too normal, actually. He didn’t meet a Werewolf that day, but he met a guy that actually answered all of Buck’s questions after Buck mentioned being Ruby’s friend. 

Elliot was just a few years older than Buck, dark curls spilling from the crown of his head to frame his face. He seemed excited to talk to Buck and so Buck learned about Werewolves. 

It was a sort of magical infection, at least that’s how Elliot put it. 

“No one knows the origins, other than legend and story. They just exist and it makes me think other things exist too. Who knows, right? But it isn’t something you have to worry about. Werewolves are just people too and unlike in the stories they don’t need to eat people’s hearts to live.”

They talked for a while, long enough that another employee made a pointed comment about it. Buck hadn’t even realized how he’d monopolized Elliot’s time. He apologized but Elliot waved him off. 

“It’s nice you’re so interested in this stuff. Your friend will appreciate it. New Werewolves need all the support they can get.” 

Despite everything, Buck didn’t tell him about his parents or their friends. It would tear apart his lie and Elliot was too nice for Buck to do that to. He even agreed that they could hang out when Elliot wasn’t working. 

Maddie wasn’t too interested in hearing Buck recount his day when he tried to return the car to her. When Buck got home, he had to hear about the attack from his parents, mostly about how irresponsible it was for Buck not to tell them someone had been attacked on his campus. 

“There is one of them — maybe more out there! They’ve made another one! They all have to go, Evan. You should have told us at once!” His mom was screeching, her voice piercing and loud. 

When Maddie showed up, he ran for it and that was when she convinced him he had to leave.

“I don’t want this for you, Evan,” she said. 

“Come with me,” he said and it almost worked. He almost had her. 

The next day, all he had was a note telling him to go. She didn’t even tell him to his face and as Buck left, feeling completely abandoned for the second time by the person he’d never expected that from, Buck decided that maybe he didn’t need anyone. Not his sister, and certainly not his parents. 

He did write a letter to drop off with the Werewolf Division. A warning about his parents and Ruby being in danger from them. He wished he’d had an explanation for why he even needed to warn a whole governmental division about the existence of Werewolf hunters. 

It would be a long time before Buck got an explanation for why his and Maddie’s parents were Werewolf hunters in the first place and by that point, Buck himself was a Werewolf even though they didn’t know it. 

[neverwholelahey]

Clari: Fading to Dust (this is because I’m offended)

Send me 'Fading to Dust' for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.

Getting out of Beacon Hills had been both the best and worst thing to happen to Isaac in his life. He had gotten away from one supernatural nightmare only to be dragged into a different one. However the new one was a bit easier to deal with. Mainly because he wasn't the main subject to be hunted. Even if he was hunted whenever he was around his new found dysfunctional family of tomorrow people. His favourite people in the underground lair were the Tellemanca siblings. Not that he would admit to it, not even when he was caught thinking the exact thought either. It was a secret he was determined to bring to his grave with him.

Over the time he spent in the lair, he became the pain in the ass younger brother to several of the older members of the lair, and he would often get scolded for stealing blankets and pillows but it was just because he got cold easily and wanted to stay warm. He would even steal the occasional pair of fluffy socks which were usually two to three sizes too small for him. Mainly because Clari had been the one to get them for herself, and as he did so often, he stole them from her. Along with other things. Mainly it was blankets and pillows he stole, though if you were to ask Isaac he would just say he was borrowing them. Though it was rarely the truth, well except for the socks. The socks he would usually get back to her, once he'd worn them at least once.

Hanging out with Clari, and antagonising Russell was one of his favourite pass times when in the lair, mainly because for him it wasn't easy to get out of the lair, since he couldn't teleport so he would always have to find his way in and out on his own. Well, at least when no one was available to help him out. It was how he often ended up in the predicament of getting stuck, and having to shift into his wolf form to get unstuck in the fence opening he had found. Something he hoped no one had ever witnessed, considering it meant he'd shift back to human, buck naked and have to reach through the fence for his clothes to get redressed.

As time passed on, he learned a faster way to get in and out of the lair, which included him hiding clothes in some places along the underground rail system. That way he would leave the lair as a wolf, and then change to human and get dressed before entering a train station, to get out and up into the actual world. It was also how he kept his comings and goings hidden from anyone who might want to track him to find his dysfunctional little family. A family that he loved and cherished. And even if he bothered them a lot, he did it out of love. It was during one of his many outings, that he realised something wasn't quite right. Isaac knew that Clari had gone out ahead of him, and they had planned on meeting up in a coffeeshop close to the station, however, when he reached the spot, she wasn't there. It was the first sign of something not being wrong.

Going into the coffeeshop, he ordered his regular cup of green tea, and while he waited, he casually scented the area around him. He could tell Clari had been there, not just from the faint lingering scent of ozone, but also scent of her, the sweet berry scent he associated with her, was there. It was slightly stronger, but it was fading. Which meant, she had definitely been in there, and not that long ago. As he got his tea, there was a scent that stood out to him, one that he recognised from a year ago. The scent of a scientist from a place he'd never seen but heard about, the Citadel. A place where they experimented on tomorrow people. 'This can't be happening.' Isaac thought to himself as he held his tea and started walking out through the door of the coffeeshop again.

Once he was back outside, he put his enhanced sense of smell to use, and started tracking the scent. It led him down an alley, and there the scent trail ended, but the scent of ozone was much stronger. Something which meant that Clari had most likely teleported out, to somewhere, somewhere he didn't know. Isaac was lucky, because the scent trail for the scientist, was not in the alley, which meant they had missed where she'd gone. Something that made him glad. He really was not in the mood to find out that she was in trouble. 'Clari, where are you?' He thought as loudly as he could, hoping that she could hear him, where ever she was.

He did not get a response, and instead of heading back to the lair, he decided to just explore the city. Hoping he'd catch her scent somewhere, anywhere. Especially since he wasn't getting any type of reply, not that he was actually expecting any. Even though he had on occasion gotten some communication through his mind, but it was a very rare occasion. As time continued to pass, and he still couldn't find Clari, Isaac decided to head back to the lair. As he drew closer to the station he used to get back to the lair, he could scent her again, much stronger than before. There was just on problem with the scent, it was mixed with blood.

He stopped by the entrance of the train station, and took a deep breath. He was sifting through all of the different smells, trying to pinpoint where Clari's scent was coming from. He looked around, trying to look inconspicuous as he did it. It wasn't exactly working, however, he did managed to follow the scent, until he started seeing blood splatter on the ground. Isaac could note that the splatters got bigger and bigger as he followed them. Eventually they led down onto the tracks, the ones he'd walk along to get back to the lair. He still didn't dare to call out for her, mainly because there was still a chance someone was looking for them both, or following him. Luckily, with his werewolf attributes, walking around in the dark down in the train tunnels was not a problem for him, even if the smell of the trains overwhelmed his senses. He could still see the blood splatter he was following.

"Oh no." He murmured when he saw the pooling blood, and followed it to the bullet wound in the side of Clari's stomach. "Shit. Please don't be dead." He mumbled as he squatted down next to her. He could hear her breathing, and her heart beating. But it was not sounding good, nor was the amount of blood on the ground looking good either. "Clari?" He asked quietly as he gently placed his hand against her cheek. He could feel the pain she was in, and without even consciously choosing to do it, he drew pain from her. The only sound she made was soft whimpers, and it broke his heart. In more ways than one.

"I'm sorry Clari, I didn't know they knew where to go to find us." He mumbled, believing he was the reason she had been found out. Even though he normally didn't use the same exit twice in a day. He had kept one hand on her check, as his other had wandered to where the wound was, trying to apply pressure to it, to stop the bleeding. It didn't help, and even though he had sped up healing himself, he could never transfer it to someone else. Something he currently wished that he could do. Isaac didn't want to lose her, she was his best friend, and not that he had ever dared to tell her, but he loved Clari, in more than just a friend way. He was in love with her, but just like everyone else he had ever loved, she was now dying. And there was nothing he could do about it. He could feel it, the longer he leeched pain from her, the less it became, and the slower her heart was beating. And her breathing was turning more and more laboured.

"I love you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't save you." There was a tell-tale whine to his voice as he spoke, and he didn't care. He needed her to know. As he sat there, in the darkness, he kept repeating how much he loved her, and how sorry he was. And the worst part was, Isaac could do nothing about Clari dying, except for ease her pain and listen as her heart was giving up.

He had no idea how long he'd been sat there, in the dark and damp hidden little alcove in the tunnel, but Clari was dead, and he had moved, and had her cradled in his lap and against his chest. Tears streaming freely down his face, and he had no idea how he was supposed to tell Cas that his sister was dead, or John, or Russell or anyone else in the lair for that matter. He didn't even know how he was supposed to get her back there, not without having to drag her along, which was not something he was prepared to do. It was why he ended up just sitting there, crying and staring into the darkness, waiting, wondering if someone would find him, or if he would eventually actually have to make his way back, and break the news. It was not something he was prepared to think about, instead he just looked down at Clari's face, the pale face of the woman he'd fallen in love with.

"I'm sorry my love killed you, just like it's killed everyone else I've ever loved."

[dorkofclanlavellan]

Superman & The Lone Wolf

Notes: My goal is to make the reader character (who will be called Lone Wolf instead of y/n) as neutral and ambiguous as possible. If I mess up and use any descriptors etc please let me know so I can fix it. Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Superman (Cavill) x gn!werewolf!reader, mentions of Clark x Lois Warning(s): Werewolves (not compliant to werewolves in DC canon and based on my own version of werewolves), kind of long

Superman was a few miles outside of Metropolis, returning from chasing down some bank robbers and handing them over to the police. He made sure to check below him occasionally while he flew towards the city.

He was eager to go see Lois, maybe he could make it up to her for being late for dinner. He knew she was getting frustrated that all of their dates were either getting canceled or cut short but she was trying to be understanding that he had obligations as Superman.

Suddenly he noticed a flash of white moving impossibly fast towards the city. Deciding to investigate, Clark landed in a patch of trees, hoping the delay wouldn't take too long. But those hopes were forgotten as he realized what exactly he was looking at.

A wolf. A very big wolf. It was just standing there now, staring at him with wide eyes. Ears and tail held high and straight and even the wolf's legs were rigid. But it wasn't the defensive stance or even the size of the wolf that caught Clark's attention. This wolf looked like none he'd ever seen.

On top of being at least 3' tall, the wolf was almost entirely white with the exception of its ears which were a silver shade. And its eyes, eyes that Clark could hardly look away from, were red. Whether they were actually glowing or just appeared that way in the moonlight he wasn't sure.

Clark snapped out of his daze and took a deliberate step towards the wolf. This movement was met with a low, warning growl.

"Easy now. I trust you don't mean any trouble to the city or the people who live there. As long as that is the case, you've nothing to worry about from me." He said, one hand held out to show he was no threat to the wolf so long as they did not attack.

The way the wolf shook its head to indicate it had no intention of hurting anyone, let Clark know that there was, in fact, a person behind those startling red eyes. The wolf cautiously stepped forward and sniffed Clark's hand, bumping it once with its head before turning and fleeing. Again it moved at a speed that he knew was impossible for a regular wolf.

Clark decided to give them a moment so they could shift back to their human form without running the risk of him seeing. He would respect their right to their secret identity, as he protects his own so fiercely.

'Well at least I'll have an interesting story to tell Lois.' Clark thought to himself, taking back to the air after a few minutes.

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1 month later

"I still can't believe you sniffed Superman's hand!" Fiona, Lone Wolf's best friend, giggled while they busily prepared their catering office for the interview they had later.

"It's been a month, Fi! You've been saying that every day since." Lone Wolf responded in mock exasperation.

A month. They had been in Metropolis for over six months but their catering business has only been open for four weeks exactly. They were also a food reviewer, which they had been doing for years now. But their dream had always been catering so when they went into the business with their best friend they merely laughed and rolled their eyes at all the Phoebe and Monica jokes Fiona made.

"Well, yeah! You sniffed Superman!" Fiona retorted. "I mean he literally just saved the world from an invasion of his own people almost 2 months ago!"

"Can we please focus on making sure everything is perfect before the reporter from the Daily Planet gets here?" Lone Wolf huffed, fighting back a grin at Fiona's excitement. "And after they leave we still have to send a menu for approval to the Edmonstone wedding, a follow-up with the Chrichtons and I need to edit and post my review of that bakery in Gotham. Not to mention stocking up for the full moon in a couple of days."

"Who do you think they're going to send for the interview anyway?" Fiona asked, waving away the list of tasks. "I hope it's Lois Lane! She's absolutely gorgeous...I'd probably pass out. Or ask her to marry me as soon as I see her, like a psycho."

"You are psycho, Fi." Lone Wolf teased, rolling their eyes when Fiona stuck her tongue out at them. "Besides, I doubt the Daily Planet would send someone like Lois Lane to interview a new catering business."

"Oh, please! We've been open for a month and business has been booming! We already have a waiting list for crying out loud. People love your food, plus your review blog has made you kind of famous."

"Business is doing so well because your godfather, the mayor, hired us and has been referring us to everyone. And it's February." Lone Wolf countered. Before Fiona could argue, they heard the chime from the entrance, letting them know someone had come in.

"Hi, I'm from the Daily Planet. I'm here for an interview. My name is Clark Kent." Lone Wolf set the sample plate down on the table and turned to face the voice. As they did a familiar smell struck them.

Lone Wolf fought to maintain composure as they went to shake hands with the reporter. Discreetly taking in his scent again, confirmed to Lone Wolf what most of the world did not know.

Clark Kent is Superman.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Wicked Spring

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, plot heavy chapter, scared boys, PTSD, evil returns, MF being awful, groping, trying to find alone time, interrupted fun, Cia running off, baby in danger (only for a moment), uncovered secrets, Dom getting sick, mentions of underage sex (Col's past), hurt/comfort ☠️ rating: mature/verging on explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Nothing had changed exactly since Kol'son and Dom had found time for each other again but they had. The world didn't feel so overwhelming when they felt connected, the threat hanging over their heads didn't feel so immense. The siren had finally slept, passing out for so long that his husband had to resort to resting their babes against his chest just to keep them fed. It was strange but he was thankful to see his wife feeling calmer. It had been a few days and the boy had slept for at least one of them but it had been a week since the vampire had appeared and… nothing. Gods it was starting to get on Kol's nerves. He didn't like waiting around for trouble.

He'd finally convinced Dom to leave the bedroom and they'd left the children under Mod and Tom's care. Ciarán was running around their feet, still stuck in his wolf form but he was obviously happy to be free of their home. The Viking was glad to see his mate breathing fresh air and they felt clean and cuddly after a shared bath and a little fun. "I missed you ástin min." He sighed softly, wrapping his arm around his lover's shoulders. Thankfully Dom didn't take the statement wrong and instead smiled up at him, twining his fingers with his daidí's where they rest on his skin.

"I missed me too." The selkie huffed honestly before shaking his head. "But I missed you more. I didn't fink I could get tha' scared anymore. I don't know why I let 'em get in me 'ead like tha'. And now I've broken our son." He didn't mean to be so open but it was surprisingly easy with his husband. Who would have thought such a brute would have a big soft heart?

"You didn't break our son, look at him. He's happy. He's just being a good little alpha." The god wouldn't admit to worrying too, he hadn't seen his little boy's precious face in over a month and he couldn't convince him to shift back. He was sure if he could access the same power in himself he could force it, but he didn't want the kid traumatized. Cia was trotting in front of them, his tail wagging and his nose close to the ground. Honestly he was one of the cutest things the man thought he'd ever seen but that didn't mean he didn't miss his human form.

"He shouldn't feel like he needs to be. We got a bloody alpha already, he can calm 'is fluffy arse down! I don't want 'im growing up too fast." The fae whined, resting his head against his mate's chest as they strolled together.

"Damn straight. I don't think he can help it though. He feels our stress. Let's just hope Kiva and Quinny don't go this hard so young or we'll be overrun." The alpha teased, nuzzling his lover's hair.

"Oh gods no, I can't 'andle fhree teen alphas at the same time. I refuse." Dom giggled, shaking his head and half hiding against his daidí's chest. "'Ey yours at tha' point."

"Sure, as long as you raise the omegas. But it's cute you think I'm not breeding you again soon." The god's voice dropped to a growl and the fae shivered in his hold, almost tripping over himself. He was honestly surprised he hadn't felt the beginnings of his heat yet and that Kol hadn't already started teasing about whelping him. With that promise though they felt so much closer to their normal selves and it soothed something tight in Dom's chest. "Maybe make it an even ten?" Kol'son's hand disappeared from his shoulder and caressed it's way down his spine and the boy whimpered when that strong palm cupped his ass and squeezed.

The siren made a noise like a squeak but at the same moment their son barked and darted off for the tree line, shattering any play his parents were about to get up to. "Shite! Where'd he go?" The fae sighed, at first just from exasperation but when they lost track of the sound of his voice Dom felt nerves make his belly flip.

Kol'son's ears would have twitched if he were in his other form but as it was he tried to still himself and listen. His hand didn't move from it's bruising grip on his wife's ass, if anything he was hoping the pup would come right back and he could resume his attempt to fuck the fae against a tree but- "I can't hear him." He was focusing so hard on that one sense that he picked up the moment Dom's nerves turned to true anxiety when his heart started racing in his chest. He finally released the boy and pet gently up his back before letting go, ready to search out their son but they didn't have to.

"Hi daddy! Miss me?" A soft voice that was so sweet and fake it turned Kol's stomach sounded from the trees before she stepped into view, Cia tight in her hold.

The Viking couldn't help making a face and gagging at what she called him but it turned to a growl when he saw his little alpha. "Megna, put him down." He couldn't keep his voice level, he was honestly surprised he wasn't already ripping her throat out but he didn't want Ciarán to see him that brutal. Yet.

"Daidí-" Dom choked on his words, fear was clogging his throat and rage burning through his veins. His husband stepped in front of him but he couldn't help trying to peek around. He knew he shouldn't have let the babe leave their room. He knew he shouldn't have left.

'I've got it okay? When I tell you to run? Run.' The god's voice floated through his mind and he tried to nod but he couldn't leave their son. Sweat broke out over his skin, all his instincts telling him to do just that and escape but he couldn't. He wasn't sure why he felt that way anyway, he was always drawn to protect his young before himself.

"Aww but he's just so fluffy! Maybe I'll keep him as a pet." The bitch had the nerve to purr and Cia answered her with a snarl right next to her face. The pair couldn't help but feel pride but they knew she would just as soon hurt him as let him go. "Bad puppy. What else would I expect when the two of you are training him?" She huffed, rolling her eyes.

When the wolf went to nip her Kol could see her hand moving to slap his nose and he had to hold his wife back. He wasn't used to his own power and at times it scared him but he attempted to use it, snapping his fingers and praying the babe could escape. The moment happened so fast, almost a blink of an eye but he felt fur against his back and Megna was empty handed. Her bee stung lips pouted and her fox gaze landed on him like prey. 'Run.' He thought to his mate but before Dom could obey, a new voice echoed through the circle.

"I don't think so. Your mate shouldn't leave you alone with a woman, we all know how much a brute you are." It purred through the trees and the Viking furrowed his brow. Why did she sound so fucking familiar? The sound went straight through his body and he was ashamed at how his dick twitched. He thought he knew exactly who was talking, this was the god his mate had been promised to. But why did it feel like someone he'd always known?

Dom swallowed hard and pulled their pup close to his chest as he watched a goddess step up behind Megna. "Áine." He whispered, he couldn't help it. He knew who it was, he could feel it down to his bones that ached in her presence. Nothing about her felt kind or loving. He was honestly surprised she wasn't oozing black goo. He wouldn't bow to her though, he refused to show any respect for someone who could act as she did.

"Damhnaic. Don't worry, I don't want your alphas. I'll get you a puppy though Meg, would you like that?" The woman purred, kissing the human's cheek. She was- Dom supposed- objectively pretty, but not to him. He knew what that threat meant, she wanted their omegas but he'd fight to the death to protect them. Her dark eyes snapped to him, her lips curling in a smirk as she looked him up and down. He could see her entire form through the slip dress she wore but that was normal for his home. If he didn't know how disgusting they both were he might find them attractive but as it was… "You're sickened by us? You just thought that you would die for me, that doesn't sound like you're disgusted."

"I thought I would die to protect me kids from you! Do not mistake me mind when you steal fhoughts from it." The siren was surprised at himself but since his husband seemed to be frozen someone had to deal with them. "I'm sure someone else can bear ya children Áine, even Megna! Can't you jus' leave us alone? We won't come for you."

She laughed at that, a full throated deep sound that danced on his skin and gave him goosebumps. His heart leapt into his throat and choked him. "I don't think so sweet boy, she's human. Besides, you were made for me." Before he could take a breath she had vanished and appeared again in front of them, her hand outstretched to pet his cheek. "I don't like when my toys leave. Besides, she's already starting to bore me but I told her I'd get her revenge."

"Oh? And 'ow ya gonna do tha'? Kill us?" He spat, he swore he could feel his skin vibrating with her so close. His stomach was in knots and he felt nauseous. Even her scent smelled wicked. She should have smelled like fresh spring but instead she held the sickly sweet stench of decay. No wonder their land back home was dying, their goddess was turning bad.

"Of course not. She wanted you broken and Kol'son alone. I want you making me more omegas." She hummed, tilting her head as she glanced down at his belly before she finally looked to his husband. "I can do that so easily. Hello Kol, did you miss me boy?" She shifted her attention to him, her claws petting his cheek.

Kol'son bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He wanted to shift and grab his family and run but he was frozen to the spot. He could feel his lover's confusion and he hated it. In his mind he was begging the universe she didn't say what he knew she was about to. They didn't hide anything from each other, he'd told his wife about his conquests but… there was no way he could fathom that. He knew it would break his queen's heart. "No."

"It's not nice to lie to your first love. Does your pretty little omega know I taught you everything you know about pleasing a woman?" The Viking growled, she was exaggerating but it didn't matter. As a boy she had taken his innocence and they'd shared an intense night together. He'd always thought about her but how could he know? How could he fucking have predicted this?

Dom felt dizzy, his head was swimming with thoughts he couldn't quell. This goddess had touched his lover before- before- oh gods had she seen his future? Did she know? His skin felt soaked in sweat and before he could stop himself he was stepping back and dropping to his knees to be sick. It wasn't that they'd slept together though, he wasn't that easily jealous or so simple to break. No, it was the fact he knew his poor husband had been so young and she was magic. Gods how long had she been torturing them both? And where were his parents?

"Meg sweetheart, take me somewhere to rest while we wait for the rest of our party? They'll arrive by boat soon. Kol, you should visit our bed later. If you think we had fun when you were young…" She winked, cupping his jaw with her claws and holding him still as shs forced a kiss against his lips. "You taste like bitch. My bitch. Yummy. How sad you've already ruined him. Now be a good puppy and welcome your in-laws. Remember, we're a visiting kingdom and you must be diplomatic." She purred, slapping his cheek but he kept from moving his head. He might not be able to speak against her yet but he wouldn't cower to her either.

Dom felt tears well his eyes as he heard the women disappear. His son was licking his cheeks and trying to soothe him but he felt mad with grief. The moment they were free the Viking dropped to kneel and tried to comfort his mate but he was scared to touch him. Maybe she had broken something between them. "I'm so sorry-" The siren choked out between sobs, throwing himself against the man's chest. "She 'urt you for me." He sniffled while the god just stared at him wide eyed. He'd been prepared to grovel for forgiveness. He'd remembered her mostly fondly all these years and he remembered telling Dom what an experience it had been. The first woman he'd bedded, the only pussy he'd been inside when not bleeding before his wife. He was so ready to say he was sorry but he didn't know how to handle the boy blaming himself. All he could do was shake his head and try to comfort his love and their son. Fuck he just wanted to get them home safely.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Eep! A little angst and plot to spice up the story. Our boys are strong though! They can handle it. Just in case you were wondering, yes I'm picturing Halsey for Áine. I hope you're still enjoying the story! 🖤☠️

[hellonexrth]

feat. kaya & theo location: various locations, theo's house @hntershunted

The moment the cake exploded from across the room, and she saw the look on Hope's face, she knew it could only mean one thing. The secret her and Ingrid had tried to keep had gotten out. As Hope ran out of the building, Kaya ducked out the back door, leaning against the wall and catching her breath, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it could explode completely. Shouldn't that have gone away? Did vampires really need to experience panic? The night had gone so perfectly up until that moment, but now her tight dress felt suffocating, and she couldn't stomach the idea of anyone looking at her for even a second, couldn't handle the thought of someone seeing through the facade. The next are you okay? would end with her in tears, and she couldn't deal with that that right now, couldn't even think about the idea of having to explain everything to anyone.

So she couldn't go back inside. She couldn't go to Theo's hose, or Hope's, or Ingrid's. Where did that leave her? Home? The apartment she'd rented with Ingrid was no longer an option, her old studio probably had some new poor artist occupying it, and the idea of going to the Lockwood house made her stomach turn. The last time she'd been truly home, both her parents were alive. That thought alone could have, should have, brought her to her knees. But she stayed upright, arms wrapped tight around her mid section, trying to breathe steadily.

The darkness inside her, twisting and turning, demonic and predatory, seized on her moment of weakness and took over, in a way, latched onto the switch that controlled her humanity and flipped it off, without giving her a moment to think, a say in the matter. And then her eyes were black and she was standing up straight with more confidence. In a flash, with newfound speed that came more naturally, she was on the outskirts of town, preying upon a group of campers. The first kill was easy, like butter. Her fangs sank into their neck and it only took seconds to drain them completely. Other campers looked at her, 5'4" in a cocktail dress with blood on her neck and chin, fully black eyes, and wild smile like something out of a horror movie. They ran, and she chased. The second kill made her feel alive, but the third, well. With her fangs deep in the third person's neck, that blackness released its grasp on her, full.

She dropped the body stumbled backward. It felt like waking up from a haze, a nightmare. "Oh god," she said, looking at the blood on her hands, her dress, her favorite dress, for that matter. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, but she couldn't help but keep going, couldn't help but kill the remaining two campers who screamed and fled, couldn't help but engage in the chase. It didn't make her feel better. Once they were all dead, she shifted into her wolf form and disappeared into the night, running so she didn't have to think.

She slept curled up against a tree, her wolf form a comfort she felt she didn't deserve. In the light of day, she only felt tired, only felt completely drained of energy, of tears, of ability to do anything. Shifting out of her wolf form, she snuck into Hope and Laurie's house and washed the blood from her face, her neck, her hands, and changed into clothes she'd borrowed from Theo. They were warm, and they smelled like him, which made her feel only slightly better. Thinking that he likely worried about her, since she'd disappeared completely without word to anyone, she went to him. He was easier to face than anyone else, than Hope or Ingrid. He would understand.

What she didn't expect was to show up at his house and see a misplaced door and the love of her life unconscious on the couch. She dropped to her knees next to him, reaching out to grab his hand, all of her own problems melting away when someone else's need arose. "Teddy?" she said, shaking him gently, unable to keep the fear out of her voice, sounding entirely vulnerable.

[fatedsinners]

[NSFW] Hell, let's throw one in for Leggy and Wolfwood too! ( @nomans-land-rp )

How interested they are in having sex with them:

The moment the angels slip into his mind he welcomes it. Until he makes out their intended words and he nearly flips the car as he chokes on his drink.

What on earth are you asking me?! Were the angels high or something? He wondered why he had to be the one cursed with perverts everywhere, now divinity was tainted too!

But he finds himself thinking anyways. Eyes flicking to the sleeping wolf and hums faintly to himself.

I suppose the idea has crossed my mind from time to time. If he wasn't so infuriating half the time, I might have already done so with him. Hoping for such a thing was like hoping the world was suddenly rot free.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: He snickers to himself at the insinuation.

I wouldn't pay the mongrel a single cent. He doesn't deserve it. Though I think a meager ten thousand double dollars would be enough to get me to breed him if it meant saving his life.

Now that was an amusing idea, Nicholas so desperate and needy, begging him to help.

If they would rather bottom or top them: NO ONE tops me. He'd be a good little bitch for me or he'll be snapped in half and left unable to reach a vial. Anger boiled in his blood that the angels even had to ask such a stupid thing.

And yet, his mind drifts, blurring the world around him as he pretends to read, imagining himself beneath the wolf, split open from the other, spine arching as he's slowly taken apart with roughened but frighteningly gentle hands-

He shifts, clearing his throat as he adjusts his sitting position and 'returns to reading'.

How good they think they would be: Legato? He'd be divine. Though his past was horrible for him to suffer through, he knows he could be the perfect lover to anyone he chose, knowing just how to pry apart the human mind and give them all the perfect attentions to their heated bodies.

Wolfwood however, was a novice, likely still a virgin. Gangly limbs, clumsy at times, unco-ordinated at others. Acted like a whore yet grew flustered tragically easy.

He'd be fun to pull apart and rebuild. To show him what love and life really felt like. Tragic and inexperienced, but I enjoy them like that, falling apart with my expertise. Having that kind of power, even if he bottomed, would be like a drug to him.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Images flickered before his eyes, tossing the kitchen aside with distain and the shower causing him to think of the fact he only took baths.

But the wall.... The thought of pushing the other's buttons so far, prodding him just so that he shoves them into an alley and takes him there in that moment, snarling at his throat how much he hates the psychic and wants to kill him whilst thrusting in where anyone could happen upon them-

Wall. More options for fun. He finds he needs to shift once more in his seat, breaths a little rougher now. Maybe he'd have to rethink that earlier response of topping.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: Fuck.

A simple response, hate fuck more likely to happen. But again, the probing of the angels has his mind slipping away. Imagining Wolfwood beneath him, head thrown back, throat bared and covered in bite marks, in his marks. Lips parted around his name, that near sweet nickname of his hair colour, the soft frantic sounds he'd mewl and whine and whimper out as Legato takes his time.

Making love would be interesting, but I cannot imagine him having patience.

Good cover.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Good god who would he hate even less than the mutt beside him. His mind drifted to Lord Knives, the very idea making him flinch away from nothing, frowning at his book. Knives would kill them both in a heart beat. They are filthy humans after all.

But who he'd hate more would be Vash. That sweet innocent smile, the way he saw good in everyone, the way he laughed or cried, the way he'd risk his life to save anyone, no matter how horrible they were.

He saw everyone deserved a chance. Maybe even Legato himself.

Vash is the closest I can even dream of getting to Lord Knives and his love. A good enough answer.

Even if the idea of those smooth metal fingers trailing his scars, whispering that he was worthy, promising he deserved the life he was given, that he was good deep down, that he deserved to be loved and cherished by even the divine-

He needed a drink, hand reaching back to search his bag for the small flask he'd brought, if only for emergencies.

This counted as one.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

"Tch. As if." The words slip from his lips, breaking the silence of the car before he took a swig from the flask, closing it up and tucking it into the door caddy, relaxing as he looked to his newly flipped page.

I don't think any one could ever find something worthy of redemption in me, let alone loving or wanting to bed with. I'm a monster, a horrid animal that bends to the whims of my Master- until he doesn't -there is nothing there to cherish. If he considered it, he'd be wise to give up the idea before it settles.

I'm not worth the effort it takes to kill me, let alone love me.

[lonetala]

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one word drabble: guest

She felt out of place. She always did but that evening that feeling was increased tenfold as she looked around at the throng of Beasts. It wasn't a party, but Tala didn't know how to describe it. A get-together was far too formal, a meeting wasn't quite enough. They were all there to discuss the current state of things, of how they were getting pushed further and further back by greedy humans. Some wanted to comply with the lesser creature’s demands, others wanted to fight. It was always like this; divided. And yet humans always seem to be at the root of it somehow. 

The tavern was full of voices, some loud, some meek, some spewing nonsense…well, most spewing nonsense. Tala didn’t care for any of it she had only come in the dull, very dull, hopes that some solution might have been offered. That she might have gotten some clue on where she should go next, or at least if she could hunker down for a few days in the village. The longer the discussions went on, the more she knew she had her answer. It wasn’t until a particular goat and centaur got into a shouting match, and then a brawl, that the wolf shook her head and snuck out as madness erupted into chaos. 

It was easy enough, no one knew she was there much less noticed her disappearance. Or so she thought.

Stepping outside back into the cool night air she shoved her hands into her pockets and cursed under her breath. What a waste of time…

She started walking, the loose dirt crunching under her feet and the wind playing with her hair and ends of her cloak. She didn't know where she was going, only that she wanted to be away from the chaos she knew the meeting and subsequent brawl would result in. So lost in thought, pondering her housing for the night, she almost didn't notice the figure in the shadows around the next corner. Almost. 

Unfortunately for them, the female's senses were sharp. She had picked up on their scent before even seeing them, and only spared them a glance before walking by. But she saw them smirk when she did so, and soon a question followed. 

"Got dull for you in there too, huh?" The voice was deeper, and soon a large simian of some sort stepped into the light. Dark fur, a golden robe. Tala didn’t recognize them, but that was nothing new. “I don't know why they insisted on this meetin' in the first place. It won't change anythin'."

She couldn't say she disagreed, but she was wary. Strangers rarely spoke to her unless they wanted something. She stopped walking however, meeting the other's eyes. "They seem to think so."

"Yeah well, maybe they're all idiots." The ape smiled, showing oddly pristine teeth. He towered over the wolf, but showed no sign of intimidation as he raised a brow.  "Whadda you think?"

Tala was quiet for a moment, unsure if she should respond or continue walking. Ultimately she decided on the former, shifting her weight as if pondering. Most people didn't care about, or for, her opinion but it didn't make her response any less blunt. "That it's useless. Humans see us as one thing, we think of ourselves as another. It's been that way for longer than I've been alive. Why would it change now just because of some meeting?"

She was almost surprised when the other smiled, something appreciative in his eyes. Like he was eyeing something agreeable, something he hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't unnerving, which the canine found odd, she she pressed on nonetheless. 

"We're still monsters to them, still trying to scrape by enough to survive, just to live in meager accommodations. No meeting's going to change that. We need to make a life for ourselves, not settle."

She jumped a little when the simian gave a hearty laugh, deep from his chest. That one sound spoke of power, and something else the canine couldn't put her finger on. It wasn't unsettling just…foreign, but she didn't let that show. Not even as he smirked.

"I like ya, wolf." It wasn't said in a flirtatious way, but rather one of approval. Genuine approval. It almost took her aback, but he continued to speak before she could ask what he meant by that. "How would ya like to know what it's like to not have to scrape by for once?" 

Her expression had betrayed her confusion, yet only made him smile that much more. Leaning down over her, he was a good foot or two taller than her, he lowered his voice.

"I have a...group that could use someone like ya. Let's just say we take care of people that other people don't like. Sounds shady, but the pay is good. And we look out for one 'nother." His wild green eyes looked into her amber ones with expectancy. He didn't need to elaborate, she knew what kind of work he did. Or likely did. It wasn't unusual for Beasts of his size or power to take up mercenary work. Not a career the canine had ever seen herself in. It was nasty business if done incorrectly, a surefire way to shorten one's own life expectancy. But those who needed the work done? They made sure no one could refuse their offer. Money was everything, even to Beasts. 

The worst part was…Tala was tempted.

Winter was coming and that meant food was going to quickly become scarce for someone like her, plus she rarely had more than a few dollars to her name. She relied on hunting and fishing, but when the wildlife went to sleep it put her in a dire position. No food in winter meant less energy, which meant she then spent a good portion of the Spring recouping before she could continue on in any significant way. If this job was legitimate, and she had every reason to suspect it was, she could save and eat well the entire season. And search for clues in the process.

"You don't even know me."

"And ya don't know us, but sometimes that's just how life works, isn't it? If we don't help each other, who will?" He posed a fine question, and he knew the wolf was considering by the look on her face. It was sudden, random maybe, but he knew who she was. Had heard rumors of a red wolf with a perfect human form, who had single-handed dispatched a clergy who had been violently against Beasts in the Greater Continent. One who had been well protected, famously so. They could use those skills, profit from them and gain a new ally in the process. 

She was perfect for this job. 

"So, what do ya say? Ya in?"

A silence stretched between them, long and debating until the wolf smirked.

"I'm in."