#werewolves and hunters AU

[lisananao22]

Sooo... Um... Kind of thought about six queens in Werewolves and Hunters AU. So far only wrote some main informations for Aragon, Boleyn, Seymour and Cleves.

In short: Boleyn, Seymour and Howard are werewolves, and the other three are Hunters.

I do have some story in mind, mostly past of some of them, how they met, more or less how they started dating, also more or less finding out about others being werewolves/hunters, kind of what happens next.

The ships are: Aralyen, Katanna and Parrmour.

Kids of the Queens are in it, too. (with Elizabeth and Edward being small, adorable pups during full-moon)

Unfortunately, Henry’s in this and some men from Howard’s life. They mostly here for plot. (might end up killing them). Also Boleyn’ father and siblings are in this. Maybe Jane’s brother, but not really keen on this idea.

Designs might come later.

Sooo...... Anyone interesed?

[blackrosesandwhump]

Werewolf AU Concept

I don't usually come up with AU ideas, but I couldn't get this one out of my head.

Person A is a werewolf. Person B is a werewolf hunter. B is sent on a mission to track down a werewolf that's been sighted in the area, and they set out to do so...only to find that that the werewolf is in fact someone they know.

Does B complete the mission, or save A?

[avirxy]

that’s a big dog

[honestsister]

Wanna write an au... werewolves....

Au where the Noceda family angered a witch and were cursed but found a loophole where avoiding magically significant areas (like gravesfield) prevented it from taking hold for generations and then Camila and Manny move to Connecticut and stuff happens.

Idk and then luz goes to the boiling isles and meets Eda and is like "oh you're cursed? Me too, curse buddies." And just kinda sticks around like in canon. End goal is hunter getting adopted but I'm trying to figure out the stuff in the middle.

[telltalesketch]

What Lies Beyond the Veil

A Red Dead Redemption 2 Supernatural AU

Master List

Archive Of Our Own

Chapter Five: Silver Lining

Warnings: Mentions of extreme pain, sexual undertones, and puns.

Word Count: 2,731

Dutch is pulled from his rest by blinding agony.

It tears through him like pulsing fire that scorches every muscle it passes. He wants to scream but his throat is so tense that all he can manage is a strangled cry. His mind is a flurry of questions and confusion as he sees that he’s been laid out in a cold, barely lit cabin with rotting walls. Where is everyone? Is John okay? Did they get away from that thing?

Dutch’s eyes screw shut as the searing ache pulses out into his limbs. One of his questions is answered as he hears his best friend’s voice. He feels Hosea’s hand grab his and he can’t help but squeeze as the spasms wrack through his body. “It hurts.” He winces as he hears his own voice. “Everything hurts.” Dutch groans again as another wave moves through his body. He hears Hosea speak, but the words don’t register.

He manages to open his eyes and sees Hosea standing beside him, his gaze focused off toward the foot of the bed. His eyes follow Hosea’s and he sees Arthur standing by the door. The way Arthur goes pale looking at him, how his green eyes go wide, makes Dutch worry for his own well being.

Then he’s gone out the door.

Another pulse of fire wracks through Dutch’s body and his eyes clamp shut again as he lets out an agonized groan. Hosea pulls his hand away when his grip loosens momentarily and instead elects to set his hands on his shoulders. Dutch hears him speak and does his best to focus on his words. “- hang on, Dutch. Arthur’s getting Swanson we’ll take care of the pain soon.” Hosea says calmly as he reassures him. Dutch tries to nod in acknowledgment.

The wait is agonizing and feels as if it's gone on for hours, especially as he starts to hear every clunk and creak of footsteps as people enter the cabin hurriedly. Then the pain rears up to a kind he is sure he’s never experienced. His throat loosens and he lets out a scream of agony. It feels like his body is trying to twist itself inside out. His bones scream, his organs burn, everything gets loud and every smell invades his senses. Every fiber of his being is overwhelmed and tortured. In the wake of the pain he begins thrashing, as though keeping his body moving would free him from this agony. Then he feels hands come down upon his shoulders and force him into the bed. Something crawls forth from the back of his mind at that, something that tells him to fight as he now tries to pull himself free from the grip.

There’s shouting as he tries to break free. A snarl lets loose from his throat between agonized screams as he thrashes against those restraining him. Though he doesn’t feel the needle as it enters the forearm that the Reverend tries desperately to hold down. Once the morphine enters his system, it works quickly. The searing burn begins to ebb away and he stops his spasms, though the lingering embers of the fire in his veins remain amid the wash of drugs. He feels the weight of people lift free from his shoulders as he sinks back down into the furs and blankets. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as an idle ache thrums beneath his skin. He draws ragged and deep breaths into his starved lungs. Slowly the exhaustion returns to his body and memories draw him into a deep sleep.

“Dutch?”

“Yes?” Dutch purred as he pulled himself closer to her, nestling his nose into the soft strawberry blonde waves of hair that laid upon their pillow. He felt like this would be the closest he’d ever get to what heaven was like. A warm hotel room with a lit fire, curled up with his savior beneath soft sheets, and lulled into a sense of peace hearing the muffled sound of revelry from the parlor below.

“Where do you plan on going next?” She asked.

Dutch took a moment, humming as he raked through his recent memories. “Well…Hosea and I were thinking about heading East. Probably into Virginia City, a town with that much silver has to have a few suckers.” With a smirk he nuzzles the spot behind her ear with his nose. “And I’m sure there’s monsters up in those hills you can hunt too.”

There was a long pause of silence just barely cut by the crackling of burning logs. “About that…”

Dutch tensed. “…Nora?”

“I have to go to Singapore.” The Gates of Heaven slammed shut in his face in that moment.

He sat up, propping himself up on his elbow, and looked down at her with genuine shock. “Sing-why?”

She rolled over onto her back to face him. “Assignment.”

“Monster hunters have assignments?”

Nora sighed. “They do when they work for the Vatican.”

He stared at her blankly for a moment as the realization hit him. “…..this supernatural business really is a problem isn’t it?” In the last two weeks he’d been with her that only just occurred to him. He was certainly more preoccupied with other things.

“Only when you look close enough….Or when they start burning down villages and eating townspeople.” She added, almost distantly.

Dutch looked down at her, his brows pulled into a look of confusion as a feeling he wasn’t familiar with crept into his chest. He was going to miss her, sorely. The thought of saying goodbye felt like a lead weight on his shoulders. “When are you leaving?” He asked softly, perhaps the softest he’d ever spoken to her.

Her stoic expression seemed to falter for a moment, but it was only a flicker. “I need to be on a boat across the Pacific by the end of the month.” She replied very matter of factly.

“Is there a chance that I’ll ever see you again?” He said without much thought, as if being given some sense of hope would stop the feeling of his heart sinking. He reached out his hand to cup her cheek tenderly.

After a long moment the answer he received was a side-to-side shake of the head.

He leaned in closer to her almost desperately as he touched his nose to her’s and lowered his voice. “Nora, my dear, there has to be a way?”

She smiled and reached up to rest her hand upon his wrist. “Dutch, it was fate we met in the first place. Well, fate if fate was you being perfect prey for a vampire… “ She added with a sly smile, though her jab was met with a rigid frown. “You’d have to stay in one place. Which isn’t you. Nor is it Hosea or that poor teenager you’ve both decided to drag into your schemes.”

“Oh we aren't dragging Arthur around.” Dutch retorted quickly.

Nora sighed. “You’re missing my point….be honest with me Dutch. Will you really remember me years from now?”

Without a moment of pause Dutch answered. “No woman will ever compare.”

Nora barked out a small laugh. “Mon loup, you will not fool me with that flattery.” She started, letting go of his hand to push on his chest. She pushed hard, but he fell back off of her without any contest. “I am sure many more women will cross your path, and you’ll rope them in or catch their interest just as you have mine.” His back hit the mattress and with one fluid motion she was on top of him, straddling his lap. “And I am sure that one of them can afford the risk of leaving whatever life you find them in to be with you. After that I will be a passing memory.” She said with a small smirk, resting her hands on his chest.

Dutch would be lying if he said that he wasn’t entranced by her for a moment. “That could all happen, yes.” He sat up against her hands, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. “But I know that I will never forget my savior so long as I walk this earth.” He punctuated his statement with a kiss. She returned it, and let him relish in the tender moment.

Nora pulled away from the kiss after a long while. Her hazel eyes half lidded as she stared into his brown ones. There’s another pause before she smiled at him softly. “We’ll see if fate should ever bring us together again then, hmm?”

Dutch grinned at her response and pulled her back in again. This time the kiss far more passionate as Nora tangled her fingers in his curly black hair and pulled. He let out an approving groan, though his mind wandered to an idea for a moment. He pulls away, breathing heavy. “Or…what if we follow you to Singapore?” He asked cheekily, a sly grin on his face.

“Dutch Van Der Linde, you are the King of Fools.” Nora huffed as she pushed him down into the mattress. He stared up at her with that same grin and dreamy stare.

“And you are my Queen, Nora Dupont.”

Arthur looks over Dutch as he stops writhing, still holding him down as he drifts off into unconsciousness. He only lifts his hands from his shoulders when he’s sure that Dutch won’t wake up. The others seem to follow his lead. Arthur looks up from Dutch to see an expression of horror on Swanson’s face as he stands beside Dutch with the needle still in his hand. Hosea stands at the head of Dutch’s bed beside him and Arthur can clearly see the worry written on his worn features.

“What the hell…?” Swanson stutters out.

Arthur looks over Dutch as he sleeps deeply, his brows knit together in an expression of concern. "He's-"

"We don't know." Hosea interrupts him. "I'm sure we'll find out, for now, the two of you should get back to the schoolhouse. Give Dutch some space and keep warm."

Swanson looks as though he wants to say something further but instead he abides by Hosea's orders without a word. He leaves the cabin while Hosea returns to his seat beside his best friend. There is a long moment of silence as he and Arthur both watch the rise and fall of Dutch’s chest anxiously.

“Did you-“

“Yes, Arthur…I saw his eyes.” Hosea says with a sigh.

The acknowledgement is all it takes for that once lingering sense of dread to permeate the air completely. Both are silent, the weight of the situation dawning on them as the implications set in. Frederick’s words play on loop in Arthur’s head.

Your friend has a month.

All the fears of Dutch becoming a monster, of John being right, make it harder for Arthur to stay standing. He slowly grabs an empty chair and drags it to sit beside Hosea. He sits down wordlessly, eyes trained on Dutch’s bandaged shoulder. It feels like a crushing force is coming down on him. Images of Dutch as that beast, covered from head to toe in black fur and looking at everyone with those hungry amber eyes. The idea of having to stop Dutch to save everyone. To need to put down the man that brought him up like a son. He closes his eyes as if to stop the images and ideas from running through his head, but they keep playing. Blood, gore, and the screams of the gang over the horrendous snarling of a man made beast. A silver bullet glimmering in the barrel of his gun as he level’s it at the monster’s chest and-

“Do you think we’re gonna need to treat him for fleas?” Hosea asks, interrupting Arthur’s spiraling worry like a wrench being thrown into moving gears. He immediately snaps his head to look at him, initially confused until he sees Hosea’s face. He’s wearing a wicked smile across his lips and a childlike mirth in his eyes. To which Arthur simply glares as his worry is replaced with annoyance.

“That’s not funny, Hosea.”

Hosea lets loose the laugh he was holding in at his own joke. “Can’t blame me for trying to find the silver lined humor in this, Arthur.”

“Hosea.” He almost growls out the name, very done with his jokes at the expense of the man lying unconscious and wounded in front of them.

After a few moments his laughter subsides and he looks at Arthur, his grin falling to a bittersweet smile. “We’ll get through this, Arthur.” He says softly with a conviction that Arthur wants to believe is enough. He opens his mouth to retort but elects to close it and go back to looking at Dutch while Hosea gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

He desperately wants to believe.

The two fall into silence. Despite his irritation Hosea’s joke did relieve Arthur of the horrendous flurry of anxiety, but the dread still rattles about in his chest.

“What are we gonna do, Hosea?” The weight of worry on Arthur’s words is clear in how quietly he asks that question.

Hosea stays silent for a few long moments, eyes trained on Dutch as he shakes his head slowly.

Arthur begins to wonder if Hosea will say anything when the older man finally speaks. “Best we can do is make our way out of the mountains first chance we get.”

“Where do we go from there? We can’t keep Dutch in a wagon like this for too long.” Arthur quickly asks back.

“If I remember right there’s a cattle town called Valentine just out of the mountains East of here.” Hosea adds, leaning back in his chair and grasping his arms closer to himself as the biting cold whistles in through the ramshackle windows. “We’ll head out once the wagons thaw enough for us to dig 'em free.”

Arthur bites down a shiver at the cold and turns his head to look at Hosea. “What do we do until then?”

Hosea huffs. "Survive....Like we always do.” He looks to Arthur and nods his head toward the door with a reassuring smile. “Get some sleep, Arthur. You’ve had a hell of a day dealing with werewolves.” Hosea says that last word with a bit of mockery, letting out a quick chuckle to emphasize it.

Arthur rolls his eyes in response. “I’m fine, Hosea.” He says, leaning back in the chair. However, he grimaces as his shoulders move, the muscles tight and aching from the falls he’d taken earlier. He isn’t young enough to just shrug those off without it coming back to haunt him anymore. He spares a glance at Hosea as the pain settles and the man is giving him a knowing look. He’d definitely seen that.

With a frown and a frustrated huff Arthur stands from his chair and rolls his shoulders, wincing again at the pain that shoots through his back. “Fine.” Arthur says curtly as he walks toward the door, he hovers in the threshold for a moment to glance back at Dutch. He moves slightly in his drug induced slumber, but it seems like the pain is gone. A small reassurance.

He tries not to think about those amber eyes as he leaves for his room.

The boards creak beneath his footfalls and the wind howls outside, rattling around in his bones as he sits upon the even creakier bed. He’s almost hesitant to lean back on it for fear that the entire frame would give out under his weight and add just another reason for his back to hate him. The whistling of the howling wind through the boarded and broken windows doesn’t help the idea of sleep too much either.

Though the wind carries the tune of Javier’s guitar and Uncle’s halfway decent singing with it. He smiles, taking a small comfort in the fact that spirits aren’t quite dead up in this frozen hellscape. They’ll be out soon enough; this frost can’t last forever. With a small huff Arthur lays back on the cot, grimacing at the horrid creaking of the wood as it takes his full weight. Once he’s laid down and is sure the bed won’t give out on him, he tips his hat down over his eyes and crosses his arms while he waits for sleep to take him.

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

The Filth Hounds of Hades:

Billy jogs out of the garage and nearly slams into Jerry and the customer. Apparently the melodious tenor and speedy heartbeat belong to a tall, pale young man whose absolutely devastating brown eyes match his flowing brunette locks. Billy blinks in shocked confusion when the man in front of Jerry floods his highly perceptive nostrils with the scents of surprise and, most bafflingly, attraction. The mechanic’s hand shoots out automatically, the Wolf just as hungry for contact, “Hi, I’m Billy Hargrove.”

The man shakes it firmly, their calloused palms sliding together for one white-hot moment. “I’m Steve. Uh, Harrington. Steve Harrington.”

OR

Steve is a lonely, heartbroken werewolf hunter; the last man standing between Hawkins and unspeakable forces of evil. Billy is a traumatized mechanic whose little sister is the only reason he moved to this too-small town. Oh yeah, and he's a werewolf.

You can only imagine how quickly they manage to muck things up and fall in love.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Werewolf Robin content 4 u. Mostly werewolf lore for the au

Specifically sapphic senate monster hunter au werewolf Robin because she’s a little different then “somehow i’d be doing alright” werewolf Robin

In this au, lycanthropy is considered a disease. It isn’t curable with modern medicine, however. Once lycanthropy is contracted, it is permanent. It is spread through the bite of other werewolves on the full moon, but there isn’t a 100% chance of turning. It’s closer to about 10%. Robin got unlucky.

Robin was bit when she was 14. She was sitting on her back porch and heard something in the woods, which she investigated and soon found out was a werewolf. She nearly died, but was near enough to home that she got help in time.

Robin’s parents know she’s a werewolf, and they honestly don’t really care. Her mom finds it to be another annoying quirk of her daughter’s.

Shifting really sucks. It usually begins sometime around 10 pm and then she is a wolf until 6 am. It’s not an exact science, but she has learned when to get out somewhere safe. It’s painful and loud, but Chrissy’s magic helps soothe the ache so it’s much easier for Robin.

The level of control that a werewolf has varies. Most simply revert to natural wolf instincts. A decent chunk are docile unless threatened, while others may be driven to hunt. Strong emotions make control a lot harder. Again, Chrissy’s magic comes in clutch and helps Robin keep control in most instances. She still has to fight her instincts, but she’s been lucky so far.

Robin can actually make her fangs and claws appear or make her eyes turn gold at will. Both things will also happen when strong emotions are felt, against her will. She can also still make convincing wolf noises because I think it’s fun that she can growl and grumble and whine. She cannot otherwise shift at will.

In the days leading up to the full moon, a werewolf’s senses become heightened, as do their strength and stamina. Anxiety and general restless feelings are very common, and it’s harder to keep control of emotions and the appearance of claws, fangs, and eyes.

Werewolves in this au can switch between being bipedal or quadrupedal. Their longer limbs and massive size are dead giveaways that this is not a normal wolf.

Werewolves are fuzzy. Lycanthropy causes a little extra hair growth, so werewolves like Robin will have a little extra peach fuzz and have to get haircuts more often.

It’s a lot darker in this fic than “somehow i’d be doing alright.” It’s seen as a grotesque thing and werewolves are actual creepy monsters. However, Robin with her limited control does still tend to lean golden retriever some nights, or even while human. She is embarrassed to admit she has chased things that friends have thrown like playing fetch.

Robin has a routine down for the full moon after so many years. (Everyone is 21-23ish, so a good 7-8 years of being a werewolf). She leaves her house by 8 and meets Chrissy, sometimes at the tattoo shop, sometimes her apartment. Chrissy works her magic and Robin spends most of the night lounging on a couch or in the tattoo parlor’s back room. If there hasn’t been trouble for a while, she may opt to roam the woods and let the wolf run free a bit, but this is a rare occurrence. If she’s particularly stressed, she’ll take a lethal (for humans) amount of melatonin and knock herself out for the night as a preventative. Chrissy is a doll and makes sure Robin has clean clothes, tea, and tylenol when she wakes back up.

Also, werewolves are pack animals. They tend to form “packs” with close friends. Usually other werewolves. Robin is a strange one because she never had a “werewolf mentor.” She never joined a pack—but she has the same pack bonding with all of her friends.

It clicks when Max shifts for the first time. The two become near inseparable after that. Robin never had a werewolf mentor, but she can sure as hell he Mayfield’s. Chrissy helps Max just as much as Robin. It’s a lot more chaotic with two werewolves instead of one, and sometimes Chrissy has to make them stop play wrestling so they don’t break stuff—or escalate into a full fight.

Oh, and most people don’t know about werewolves or other monsters either. There’s local legends, but as far as the average citizen is concerned, they’re just legends.

[flamingredanon]

Happy Halloween everyone as I come bearing fics.

First we have a ADLH update, with Grigori getting his report and sharing it with the others.

And then we have a simple Halloween fic featuring vampires, werewolves, vampire hunters and even only one coffin. (There is mild violence and mentions of death but nothing too detailed)

[rambles-doodles]

Egoshiptober day 17: Werewolf

I just love Angus, if you can’t tell.

Have a weredog Jackie and a weredingo Angus!

[writer1]

A Midnight  Run

A\N: This was requested by an anon, I really hope you like it!

The request: If the last spots still open, Werewolf Hunter please?

Warnings: Transformation, fear, self hate.

Hunter snuggles you close in his sleep, making you smile as you read on your datapad, not exactly ready to sleep yet. He wraps his arms around you tightly, before his groggy voice speaks out–– “Shouldn’t you be asleep, Cyare?” He asks quietly, making you turn your datapad off, setting it on the table and turning in his arms. “M’not tired yet, why are you up?”  You ask, cupping his cheek.

Hunter frowns, looking away from you and towards the door of your shared room. “The moons calling me, but I… I don’t want to go through it alone, and you need sleep.” Hunter whimpers as if he’s in pain, the calling if the moon causing him pain and longing. You cup his cheek, making him look up at you with yellow eyes, showing how much he wants to transform. “It’s alright, I’m not tired yet. Let’s go.” Hunter shakes his head, causing you to sigh and lean in, giving him the sweetest kiss you can muster.

“You need this, so let’s go. Then we can cuddle once you’re transformed and have gone for a nice run.” You run a hand through his brown locks, getting a relived sigh as he nuzzles into your hand. “Alright.” He says, and the both of you get up. You decide not to get dressed, your sleep attire consisting of a t-shirt and shorts will do. Hunter changes into his ripped pants, not wanting to ruin another pair of blacks.

You grab his hand and he follows you out of your quarters and all the way to the opening of the marauder before he freezes, giving you a timid look. “Are you sure?” He asks softly, making you pull him close, cupping his face with both your hands. Hunter stares deeply into your eyes. "I just… I hate looking like a monster in front of you, sweetheart.”

Your heart breaks, this is only the second time you’ve seen him transform, but no matter what, you have never thought of Hunter as a monster. The poor mans only been a werewolf for about two months, and he's hidden from you a lot, trying so hard to do this alone. It took you crying to him, and yelling you how much you love him to get Hunter to transform the first time.

"You are the most handsome man in my eyes no matter what, I promise." You press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, making Hunter crack a small smile. He then frowns. "Alright, let's… let's do this." With that, you both step onto the moonlight, and Hunter sighs in relief. He then groans, kneeling onto the ground as the transformation begins.

You kneel down beside him and gently rub his back, hearing his bones crack and bend as he grows bigger. Hunter looks over at you when he groans, fur growing all over his body. You press a kiss to his forehead, ignoring the fur growing under your lips. Hunter gets a surprised, but loving look as he stares at you. 

He then looks away when his face starts to elongate, and his ears grow pointy, moving the the top of his head. You continue to rub his back as Hunter grows bigger and bigger, hands becoming clawed and much larger, his feet as well. You hear two louder cracks when his legs gain haunches, and then lastly, a large, fluffy tail grows from his backside.

Hunter huff's and stretches out, then he stands up to full height. He towers over you, you only come up to the bottom of his chest. Hunter looks down at you with his ears pressed back. "I'm sorry you had to see that." He whispers, voice much deeper and more of a growl. You smile softly, hugging him close. He tenses up, but then relaxes into your small hug.

You pull on him a bit, and Hunter kneels down, looking you in the eye. You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I told you, I love you no matter what. You are the most handsome man, Hunter. Werewolf or not." Hunter smiles, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close, nuzzling the top of your head.

"I love you so much, Cyare. So so much." You smile, running a hand through Hunter's fur. "I love you too, Hunter." You then see Hunter shaking a bit, he's getting antsy and needs to run. "Go ahead and run for a bit, Hunter. I don't mind." Hunter nods, nuzzling your head one more time before he lets go of you and goes running full speed into the woods on all fours. 

You smile, walking over and sitting on the ramp of the ship quietly, as not to wake the boys still inside. You can hear Hunter howling, making you chuckle as you wait for your love to return.

xxx

You wake up to a hand on your shoulder, a much larger, clawed hand you know belongs to your werewolf boyfriend. You look up to see Hunter with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Sweetheart." You smile tiredly. "It's alright, I'm fine." 

You go to get up, but Hunter suddenly scoops you up into his arms, making you yelp, but cuddle into his chest. Hunter chuckles. "Let me carry you, Love." He coos, making you smile and nuzzle into his chest, closing your eyes and relaxing against your werewolf, your Hunter.

He carries you through the Marauder, and straight to your shared room, gently laying the two of you on the bed, you on his chest. You smile up at Hunter, getting a smile back from his as you grab his hand and lace your fingers together. His clawed hand dwarfs your human one, but you don't care, not at all.

You hum. "I love your fur, it's so soft." Hunter smiles, turning to the side and spooning you, except his body pretty much dwarfs yours. "Do you? Maybe I'll have to transform and cuddle you more often?" You nod, closing your eyes and snuggling into his arms. "Yes, please. I need cuddles from my werewolf."

Hunter's eyes widen at the nickname, but he nuzzles the top of your head. "Your werewolf? I like that, it makes me feel like I'm not a monster." You growl with your eyes still closed. "Not a monster, Hunter. You are Hunter. My werewolf." You whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest. Hunter chuckles, hearing your breath even out as you fall asleep. "Your werewolf, Sweetheart." He whispers, letting himself relax and fall asleep, keeping you close to his heart. 

You don't know it yet, but what you said helped him so much more than you will ever know.

Taglist: @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @ahsokatano-thetogruta @lightning-wolffe

[lisananao22]

Death of the rest of the Hunters:

The last bit of plot for this AU! If anyone has any question, feel free to ask.

-        Happens a month later after Hunters found out about werewolves

-        Hunters still have to go deal with rest of them since they can’t just quit

-        The cousins, after leaving Liz and Ed with a babysitter from another pack, follow Hunters with the rest of their own pack

-        Some time after the Hunters arrive Anne in her human form and Henry lets her in

-        Lina, Anna and Cathy are a little scare for her and confused, but Anne shoots them an apologetic look

-        Anne looks around the mansion, successfully destroying every weapon she comes across without anyone noticing

-        When midnight approaches Anne takes Lina, Anna and Cathy into a far away room

-        The rest of the werewolves then barge into the house

-        After making sure that Boleyns will be alright, Jane and Kitty go to find the rest of the girls

-        After the werewolves explain what’s going on, they want to go to help the rest of the pack

-        Anna wants to go watch the idiots die and goes after them

-        The pack rips them apart, Anna gets to shot all three of them at least once

-        Cathy sees Cromwell aiming at Jane and shots him

-        He survives, but stays in a coma

-        Anne goes after Henry, and Lina after them once spotting the two of them missing

-        Anne corners Henry and bites him, with an intent to kill

-        Then Lina walks in and Anne shakily transforms back to explain what’s happening

-        Henry is still breathing and manages to shot Anne

-        At that Lina shots him square in the head, killing him

Aftermatch:

-        Thomas Boleyn finally agrees on the six of them dating

-        The three couples and the kids go to the woods every month

-        Lina, Anna and Cathy stay in a house the cousins own

-        Mary runs around with the pups, Ed and Liz shows everyting to Maria, who’s having the time of her life

-        At the very last they all go back to the house and cuddle up in one pile

-        And they lived happily ever after

I’ve got to admit, it was one of a very few things I actually had motivation to post somewhat regularly *looking at my Merfuma Mythology AU fanfic*. So... YAY!!!

Again, if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. It’s propably last post of this AU I’ll post on my own.

[amikotsu]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi & Hatake Sakumo, Hatake Sakumo & Uchiha Obito Characters: Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Sakumo, Other Naruto Character(s) Additional Tags: Obito Week 2023, Any AU, Supernatural Elements, Witches, Werewolves, Minor Character Death, Soulmates, Life Debt, Enemies to Lovers, Uchiha Obito-centric, Top Uchiha Obito, BAMF Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi Needs a Hug Summary:

“Do you think I’m a monster?”

“I don’t.”

“Poor judgment, Kakashi.”

Obito is a powerful witch and Kakashi is a hunter turned werewolf who struck a questionable deal with the devil.

@obito-week

[violetjedisylveon]

About My Loth Werewolf AU

I figured I'd explain my Loth Werewolf AU. Like how it works and stuff. This is partly for myself tbh.

Link to tbb Masterpost, link to rebels masterpost.

The Loth-Werewolves thing is up first!

The werewolves in my AU aren't the usual, Remus/humaniod type of werewolf.

They are Loth-wolves. They are born as wolves or half shifted(will elaborate later).

They can spread with bites or contact with specific bodily fluids but it is more commonly an inherited trait or random spontaneous mutation. Which makes it weird when your kid comes out as a literal wolf pup.

Most spreading happens through a set of fangs at the back of their mouth that inject the werewolf change juice, it's like a venom and this sort of transformation into werewolf is painful, only the first time. The fangs are positioned like hognose and false water cobra fangs but that's only when they are out otherwise you can't tell, cause they flip back into a little slot in the Loth's mouth for them. So Loth-Werewolves are venomous and the venom makes you one of them.

Loth-Wolves, the original ones from Lothal, possess the ability to turn into a biped form, that still retains many characteristics of their wolf side. They can't change any further, and only have those two forms, instead of the three of Loths.

The species is all Force sensitive, and built Force temples on Lothal where they could interact with the Force. They practice a type of spiritualism, with animal carvings and stars in their temples.

At some point, they managed to unlock the secrets of the world between worlds, and as naturally curious creatures, they investigated the mysterious portals.

They used them to travel to distant worlds and the interact with the Purgill.

They traveled the galaxy and wound up spreading their shapeshifting when trying to help heal others, their venom has a healing effect on other Loths so naturally their first instinct was too bite, inject venom, heal. It would end up giving the turned a wolf form, mid form and they retained their previous form.

They also interbreed with other species but most of the spread was via bite, then it began to spread through populations on it's own and randomly pop up.

This was ages ago, long before the Republic and all that stuff, so naturally these strange beings who came, taught locals about lots of things and shaped others into them, were thought to be mystical beings and are universally referred to as Star Walkers, which is what Loth wolves call themselves.

They are not like real world wolves, they like to live in really large extended family groups, they will live in a pack and that pack will be part of a larger clan-pack, the packs in a clan pack aren't necessarily related.

Sometimes outsiders are taken in because lone wolves are like real world lone wolves and are very lonely and borderline depressed without their pack.

The werewolf genes are dominant over any other genes so if one parent in a werewolf, the kid is 1000% a werewolf too. It also happens randomly so normal parents don't know if they are having a normal kid or not, medical droids just do a scan to check up on the fetus so that the parents don't freak out ans try to get rid of their kid because it's fluffy.

Werewolves are looked down on by non-werewolves, specifically humans because of human domination of the galaxy. A human Loth-Werewolf is seen as better/treated better than alien ones because at least the former is human.

Loth-Werewolves(excluding the og Loth-wolves, who for the sake of differentiating them, are just gonna be called Loth-Wolves, there is no "were" the whole species is just like this) have three main forms.

Their first form is often called the Wolf, it is when they are fully looking like a Loth-Wolf. They are fully transformed and in their most comfortable state.

Their second is the half shifted form. They look more like their species than a Loth-Wolf, they've gone back to standing the way the rest of their species does and the main differences are their fingers being a bit shorter and having thick pads on their hands and claws, their legs and feet are a lot more wolf like, they still have paws on their feet. The most noticeable difference is their ears, they keep their wolf ears and their tail. They are also still quite fluffy. This is the easiest form for them to maintain for long periods of time and the form they are usually in when not being the wolf or trying to hide.

The third form they take is their shifted form, it is when they look fully like their species, if it was a human werewolf then they look pretty much undistinguishable from humans. This is the hardest to maintain for prolonged periods of time, like staying that way for a year without changing back once, not even in sleep, because od the amount of effort it takes to stay that way constantly. Most usually sleep in the other forms and go around in this one. This is the best form for hiding and pretending not to be a werewolf.

(This next bit goes a bit more into their history)

Werewolves were frequent targets of discrimination and in darker times of the galaxy they were hunted and forced into hiding, the worst of this was before the Republic Golden age started. Things were very bad and most Non-human werewolves hide and didn't resurface until well into the golden age.

Overall the golden age was really good fro werewolves since there was lots of good representation for them. There were quite a few Jedi and even a Chancellor.

Then the Clone Wars happened and things imedeatly got worse for them because there were Clone Werewolves. The ones living in Separatist space were the same as their enemies so that wasn't good.

During the lead up to the Clone Wars, more and more Werewolves were moving to future Separatist planets and the mistrust most Republic citizens had towards clones extended to other Werewolves.

It really hit the fan when Palpatine took away the rights and protections of most Non-humans, this also included but to a lesser extent, human werewolves.

Now for the Clone Werewolves.

First, yes, Jango was a Loth-Werewolf.

Boba, his unaltered clone is also a Loth-Werewolf.

Not every Clone is a Werewolf. The Kaminoans were abld to suppress the werewolf genes and make most of the clones not werewolves, physically and functionally at least, they'd still have werewolf kids.

All clones that were defective, aberrant(defective but in smaller ways like hair or eye colors cause that did happen) or mentally deviant were werewolves. No exceptions they were all werewolves.

There were also werewolves from what would be considered normal batches because the werewolf gene is a tricky thing to deal with.

The Kaminoans didn't always terminate the wolf clones because they were stronger, more powerful and healed faster and better since their bodies are made to be able to handle rearranging their entire structure.

The werewolf clones were treated like special units and given a very exclusive training with Jango/other werewolves, but not taught anything about werewolves like the culture and typical pack stuff outside of what was necessary for battle. Most of the clone Loths had their venom fangs removed when they were very young so they don't even know they exist, some still have them. Omega was allowed to keep hers as Nala Se's personal creation, and some, like Echo, have a low venom output so they got to keep their's since they were deemed nonfunctional and not worth the stress of removing. As it turns out, they do still work, just less effective.

Werewolves from the first group are ones like the Bad Batch, Ninety-nine, Rex(he resisted chip, extremly independent and is blond, he is aberrant, mentally at least.) and Omega.

The Wolf Pack, specifically the ones that survived the Malevolence, ended up all being wolves somehow. The Kaminoans don't know why. So yes, Wolffe is a Loth-Werewolf. Plo is one too and he has a special mask to protect him while shifting. So was Shaak Ti because why not?

There are others that just ended up being werewolves for reasons that do not exist/nobody paid enough attention to them are ones like Echo and Fives and Heavy.

I'm still debating if they were another all wolf batch. Probably.

The clone werewolves got special armor that would let their ears move around and their blacks had space for their tails.

Don't ask what happens to their clothes/armor. Werewolf fuckery secrets must be kept.

So that's about it for this explination thing.

Again this was mostly for me to have a reference to that doesn't take up storage on my phone because apparently writing long fics in a notes app isn't what you're supposed to do, go figure.

I hope you get some happiness out of this.

Have a wonderfully pleasent time.

VJS out!

[morriganbiart]

So, to no one’s surprise, in the were!au Hunter is a wolf...

[capsizedskeleton]

oh my god toh werewolf au i am having thoughts...

Luz was a decent person. She did well in school, helped her mom out around the house, and even wrote stories in her free time.

So why was she, of all people, facing a wolf in an alleyway?

Luz stared at the large creature, its fur somehow shining with something in between grey and green in the dim light of the alleyway. She was transfixed, relishing the last bit of something resembling fantasy before Reality Check Summer Camp. 

Suddenly the wolf growled. Luz gasped and backed away as it walked closer.

“Ha… what are you, a really large witch’s familiar?” Luz said, mostly to herself, her voice quiet and shaky with fear as she realized the danger of the situation. “A reverse isekai or something? This really only happens at the beginning of a fantasy show, the inciting incident in the form of something that’s clearly out of place…” Luz’s voice trailed off as she realized she was steps away from the edge of the alley, her heels almost touching sunlight.

The wolf paused. Its claw lightly scraped against the concrete. Luz turned to run, her body twisting, lurching forward.

And the wolf pounced. Claws and fur dragged Luz back into the darkness. 

“No!” Luz yelled, “I’m supposed to–”

Teeth sunk into her shoulder and the world went dark.

i just have bullet points from this point on but ohohoho Ideas

this entire thing is belos’ fault. he got the portal into the human realm, but he needs more/more powerful magic users in order to conquer earth

at first it’s a colonialist invasion war mission until he very quickly realizes magic isn’t working here

magic like it works on the boiling isles… is way weaker on earth. sure, you can use magic, but it’s really small and takes a lot of effort

belos thinks that magic may work better with people who belong in the realm. he needs humans on his side, as much as he hates to admit it.

the emperor’s coven is much smaller even though he is ruling over the boiling isles

so his big plan is see what humans think of magic. he knows they don’t believe in it after a bit of research but fantasy stories do exist. he’s somehow getting access to message board/fanfic sites and getting his soldiers to target people on that list because he thinks that giving magic powers to random humans is too risky but giving magic to young humans who already like and want magic from their little stories will be easy to control and will readily accept the magic

(instead of coven system/elemental magic) it’s moon- and sun-based magic. moon-based magic isn’t inherently bad it’s just more restrictive and comes with uhhh wolf attributes? so belos likes it and wants to outlaw sun magic

do ik what sun magic would be? i’ll figure it out. i do want to incorporate glyphs/luz’s general creativity with magic though

SO after luz gets bitten

she gets gently woken awake by the golden guard

who tells her hey. you’re a chosen one

ofc luz goes apeshit

(when she finds out later (soon) she was chosen for basically being active on azura fanfic websites she loses her mind even more)

they give her some bs explanation about how it would be better for her to come with them than look for her mom, luz remembers oh she was just walking to summer camp so her mom won’t actually be looking for her, agrees to go w GG

GG takes her to a makeshift hideout the emperor’s coven has going on, they tell her she’s got powers now, 

she can willingly bring out small parts of werewolf form but she will transform under the moonlight(they don’t tell her that)

Luz meets 3? other kids who were also abducted in the same way (vee and king, who’s a human kid who met eda but was taken away by the emperor’s coven, he was only with eda for like a day but he already knows something is off about this place)

so luz learns magic and control a bit! and has fun. Montage time! (in writing form)

and then she tries to explore the base and GG reprimands her and she’s like you’ve been with the coven for years and you aren’t allowed to explore?

She tells GG she has a way of using werewolf magic that reminds him of sun magic (which he’s interested in) so he plays along

Cue shenanigans. They actually have fun! Both of them use their powers a bit, luz clumsily and GG with great skill and they end up on a roof/ laying down on some flat surface somewhere

And GG mentions he’s never had this much fun with these powers

Luz is like well they’re for things that are meant to be fun like exploring and helping ppl and you really shouldn’t let belos push you around, are you just the golden guard? You seem like a kid, like me

and GG’s face darkens and he says ‘how would you know” and leaves

Luz is a bit concerned but mostly like what’s up with him and she goes to explore more and sees kikimora doing some fucked up shit

oh shit oh fuck i dont know how to use these powers i have a plan but

She goes to GG, who looks conflicted but accepts because it would benefit him

Plan happens! GG goes to hold off kikimora as she’s blinded, 

Luz gets whatever bad artifact/evidence kikimora had and escapes

Hides out in a library/dorm area

Researches it

Hm. evidence of conquest. Involves experimenting on Vee/king? Smth very obviously not good

Luz tells everyone and they go to leave

They confront GG on the way out, whole emotional conversation

‘God. you’re just the Golden Guard.’ ‘no my name is hunter.’ *looks down at werewolf attributes and then at the spear he’s holding towards luz* ‘ironic, right?’ *lowers the spear*

Daring escape! Use of powers in a creative way

But Vee doesn’t make it out. And Hunter is still there…

King leads luz to eda’s place

luz passes out bc she’s very tired, wakes up in eda’s human realm hideout [second act?? what is this, structure?]

brief explanation, luz is like oh my god. they’re going to target me (i can’t go back to my mom) and i need to help hunter. and also prevent belos from taking over the human realm

‘and i was so stupid to believe in belos’

[modified version of eda’s if everyone waited around for a prophecy to make us special we’d die waiting quote] ‘i get it kid, i do, ofc it feels great to think you’re special but’ *her face clouds over ooho allusion to curse* ‘Sometimes being special is worse. you end up hurting people by mistake. so sometimes it’s better to not have a prophecy, you can make your own way’

Eda tries to teach her sun magic! Smth about it isn’t working w the werewolf powers, but Luz learns the methods and another breakdown like a glyph way to be inspired by sun magic

And so begins the quest to take down Belos

Smth methodical like gathering things in the human realm to make a giant weapon that can be used in the boiling isles

And for the third act they actually go to the boiling isles to fight belos!

at the very end of that fight they somehow trick belos into going into a portal to the human realm with luz there

‘You gave me these powers for the wrong reasons, even if i lose them to destroy you, it’s worth it” and Luz slashes him

Smth smth an adult helps or multiple people come and slash at the same time so the guilt of the murder is on no one. or they find an actual child-friendly solution like putting him in bottom storage dhjfksfd

eda backstory: she discovered belos was pulling his invasion shit, camped out in the human world temporarily with her key, and has been trying to get to belos’ targeted kids before he can, her relationship with raine is the same as canon

blight manor later has access to the portal bc of high status robot connections

listen this is just about claws scraping a glyph into the earth :0 imagery

This is So much. Will it get written? debatable

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

More random music rambling disguised as analysis incoming:

Doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine x Werewolf Robin/Monster Hunter Nancy

We’re just gonna delve right in <33

Nancy and Robin are stuck in a delicate push and pull dance. Nancy knows that Robin is a monster, and Robin knows the same of Nancy—for different reasons. They should, by all means, hate each other. Especially when Nancy Wheeler decides her next target is the feral werewolf in town—assumed to be one Robin Buckley. But then they meet.

Nancy is quick to realize that Robin is no average werewolf. She’s softer than expected, warmer, kinder, she has a certain charm. She’s not a vicious monster. She’s painfully human.

Robin finds out that Nancy is losing her humanity. She’s been hunting for years on a revenge path that’s been tearing her up for years, leaving an angry husk. She learns pretty early that she is not the monster.

But there’s a weird magnetism between them. Robin is infuriatingly smooth and Nancy is achingly beautiful. Nancy finds it harder and harder to picture sinking her blade into Robin’s heart—she’d rather cradle it in her hands and protect it. Robin knows this woman is death incarnate—her own death, matching steadily closer, but she can’t help but fall for this powerful woman.

Pull the plug in September

I don't want to die in June

I'd like to start planning my funeral

I've got work to do, hmm

Jokes about not wanting to die during Pride month aside—

After weeks of their back and forth, Robin begins to want Nancy to just get it over with. She’s not ready to die, not really. It becomes, “Are you going to kill me tomorrow?” and a promise of, “One more day, Robbie. One more day,” over and over, and it’s tearing her apart. Robin wants to get it over with, because this ache in her chest is killing her slowly, and she’d much prefer the silver dagger. She she agrees. “One more day, Nance.” And one more day after that. Maybe not June. Maybe September. Maybe October. Maybe—Maybe never?

She could only hope.

Pull the plug, make it painless

I don't want a violent end

Don't say that you'll always love me

'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you

Over and over again

Again, Robin is beginning to wish this would just end, one way or another. She’s hurting, and she’s tired of it. She’s tired of sneaking around with Nancy, tired of waiting for the inevitable knife in the back. She doesn’t want to feel the pain anymore—is it so much to ask for an end to it? A painless death at the hands of Nancy Wheeler?

But Nancy swears she loves her, and it only hurts worse, because god if Robin isn’t willing to give every part of herself, to bleed out for this girl.

Doomsday is close at hand

I'll book the marching band

To play as you speak

I’ll feel like throwing up

You'll sit and stare like

A goddamn machine

Robin feels the end approaching. Whether that means another tally on Nancy’s belt, another dead monster, or Nancy leaving her with her broken heart, or maybe, just maybe a happy ending—but no. It’s doomsday. Doomsday is approaching, and one way or another, it’s going to kill her.

And when she tells Nancy she can’t do this anymore, Nancy is… Nancy is cold. Unfeeling. More machine than human. It’s because she’s shoving her own emotions down, of course—Robin knows Nancy, her inability to be vulnerable. She’s heard time and time again how Nancy can’t show emotion in the line of work—but god if it doesn’t hurt.

(insert obligatory marching band Robin joke)

I'd like to plan out my part in this

But you're such a narcissist

You'll probably do it next week

I don't get a choice in the matter

Why would I? It's only the death of me

Only the death of me

Robin can’t help but be bitter. It feels like Nancy is dragging it out, and it’s so fucking cruel. Robin doesn’t feel like she has a say in her own life, her own death anymore. Nancy holds her heart in her teeth, and one way or another, she’s going to crush it.

She’ll die at Nancy’s hands. Maybe by silver dagger or silver bullet—or maybe by the girl doing something so simple as leaving her alive.

If Nancy leaves her, after the way they’ve fallen for each other, she knows she won’t be the same. Hell, the Robin she was before Nancy is already dead.

Pull the plug, but be careful

I don't wanna die too soon

I think there's good in you somewhere

I'll hang on 'til the chaos is through

Despite the pain and the confusion Robin is suffering, she really is in love. Deeply, irrevocably in love with the angel of death, and so despite her want for an end—a small part of her can’t help but want it to draw out more. Every day she wakes up in Nancy’s arms, without that wretched knife in her back, it’s heaven. A small slice of heaven that’s all hers. She hands her heart to Nancy without question, knows the end is inevitable, she’s practically begging for it, but she asks Nancy to be careful.

And this horrible hope begins to burn, literally burn, an angry, all consuming wildfire in her chest that is burning her from the inside out, because she’s in love and Nancy is too, and they’ve both changed. Nancy seems to almost forget her warpath in favor of the stolen moments with Robin, and she’s beginning to see the errors she’s made. Nancy is learning that not all monsters are as they seem—and that she herself isn’t as innocent as she’d like to believe. I just think this line in particular could be either one of them singing to the other. Nancy knows Robin is more than her affliction—she’s a good person. And Robin knows that Nancy is more than a killer. Robin becomes more determined to see this through, to forge ahead through the chaos because maybe, just maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—and not in the sense of heaven after death.

It doesn’t work out.

The death of me was so quiet

No friends and family allowed

Only my murderer, you

And the priest who told you to go to hell

Nancy knows she can’t be feeling this, can’t be getting lost in love with a werewolf. Nancy distances herself a little, focusing her attention back on the hunt for the feral werewolf. It stings. Robin avoids her in turn.

But then the hunt is over, the feral werewolf is dead, and Nancy tries to find Robin, to tell her she’s leaving—she can’t do this anymore—and they fight. Robin calls her out.

Remember this post?

Robin loses it. For the first time ever, she loses control of the wolf. It’s quieter than her normal shifts at first. Silent crying as her bones break and shift, as her form morphs into the ugly beast she knows Nancy hates, the monster she tries so hard to keep inside herself, forced out by the very girl who feared this would happen. She knows Nancy will kill her now, will sink her dagger into Robin’s fur covered chest and twist it until Robin bled out on the ground. It’s Nancy’s fault, really. Her murderer. Does that make Robin the priest? Maybe. Or maybe it’s Nancy’s guilt. Perhaps it’s both.

And the funny thing is I would've married you

If you'd have stuck around

I feel more free than I have in years

Six feet in the ground

It’s true. Robin is head over heels for Nancy fucking Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler, the priss. Nancy Wheeler, the monster killer. Nancy Wheeler, her own death in human form. She would have married her in an instant, but instead she knows that it won’t end that way. Not with a gold wedding band, but with a silver noose around her neck, choking those traces of desperate love from her.

And it’s freeing, really. Knowing her death is inevitable, that in moments, Nancy Wheeler will march through the door and plunge a dagger into her heart. She’ll finally be free of this goddamn ache in her chest—and really, maybe the dagger has been there all along, in the form of this torturous doomed romance.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, Nancy opens the door—she heard the shift, of course—and she sees all 8 feet of Robin, her hooked claws and elongated fangs, the sharp golden eyes. She sees a monster, but… She sees Robin. Fucking Robin Buckley. She can’t do it.

She’ll step closer, put a hand out to the beast. Robin will growl at her, but she won’t care. She’ll caress the wolf’s nose, cup a hand against her face. The silver dagger will clatter to the ground as she stares into golden eyes that hold so much pain and love and anger and guilt will choke her.

She’ll cradle Robin’s broad head in gentle, bloodstained hands, and she’ll place a soft kiss on her forehead, and she’ll whisper “I’m sorry,” over and over until Robin comes back to her.

No killing blow is struck, but death happens. It isn’t the way Robin imagines it. It isn’t her life force bleeding out on the carpet, but the anger, the pain, it’s leaking out of her at the seems, rolling down her cheeks in bittersweet tears. A different body will hit the floor—that of the monster hunter, leaving behind the human girl she inhabited. Again Nancy will apologize and pull her in for a kiss.

And Robin will know this is the end—not her death, but Nancy Wheeler’s, and it was caused at her own bloody claws. But it was a death that needed to happen.

Doomsday is here, and it looks not like another mounted werewolf head, but like two broken girls embracing each other with acceptance.