#wolf pup child is so silly

[potatoesmoomaddie]

Hello!! I’ve been thinking about veah a lot since the chronicles of wonder got announced

Sooo have veah headcanons! (Some sad some silly)

-veah Loves Disney movies she will drag her dads and whoever else is in the area to sit and watch one and she’ll sit on the persons lap because they cant leave if she sit on them

-veah tries so many hair colours as she gets older she dyes the underside of her hair whatever her favourite colour is for the month

-her rooms is covereddd top to bottom in flower she visits malitae often and they make her so many vases for all her flowers

-when veah finds out Cari can read the book of the present veah tries,it hurts she freaks out that her sibling has something she doesn’t she’s not mad at Cari just maybe a lil jealous she can’t shake the feeling she needs to be smart ,not because people won’t love her if she’s not but because she was always the smart kid top of her class,knowing so much but all of that feels so small compared to what Cari can do they can do things no one else can and veah is veah and she maybe that doesn’t always feel like that’s good enough

-she gets really overstimulated really easily she loves parties seeing people,eating food,dancing but she can’t handle the noise,the lights,how her party outfit starts feeling weird on her skin

-because she gets so overstimulated non of her clothes,toys or anything thing else she owns has tags on it because they freak her out

-veah has a connections map of how everyone in the family by blood or by love is connected

-she goes to the world sisters for so much advice literally the most complex thing or the simplest thing

-veah growls when she’s angry or upset

-when veah gets in Trouble the punishment is no books and veah HATES IT the worst thing you can do for that kid is take away the opportunity to learn

-she goes nonverbal when she gets stressed

-veah got given a comm after ari lost her one too many times

-Fenris lets her help plan festival of lights (it looks like the cutscene of when rune and slyph work yes I brought up bound in a fable thing shhhh)

-veahs a really good baker,a messy baker but it’s still really good food

-she brings at least one pet or one allay everyone she goes

-she does cartwheels to get place

-she mirrors Icarus so much Isla and Rae see so much of them in her

-she is so good at potions she has a potion lab attachment in her bedroom (sound familiar) she tells her dad about how her friend birdie teaches her all about them!

-she is so tall,I mean look at her genetics fen is so tall and her grandma Derian isn’t definitely isn’t short and it’s not like raes short either,she gets taller the aax by the time she’s like 8

I have so many more!! And I’ll probably have even more after chronicles of wonder!

Hope you enjoyed!

[kitchenisking]

Merry Christmas Eve!

Good for you by lilysaid - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 16,768, sterek)

Completely by chance, I saw a "human boyfriend for werewolf roleplay" ASMR video on YouTube and thought 1. Stiles would totally do something as reckless as making an ASMR channel for werewolves 2. He would be really good at it and 3. It would definitely blow up in his face

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 22,771, sterek)

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

Innerbloom (if you want me, if you need me) by nymphe - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,133, sterek)

Lydia and Stiles are study partners, Lydia (correctly) theorizes that Stiles is losing precious brain cells daydreaming about getting dicked down by our resident moody werewolf, Derek has issues: trust issues, issues using his words, feelings issues, issues with Lydia’s scent overwhelming Stiles’ scent & issues with Stiles not smelling enough like him. What’s new, basically.

Title from Rüfüs Du Sol.

feelings are the worst kind of f-word by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,514, sterek)

Derek might have been an alpha werewolf, but he was an omega in biology. Thanks to the emotional shit show of his life—and the ever-present dangers of Beacon Hills—he hadn't had a heat in years. But he was finally in a better place, so of course, that was when it hit.

So he turned to the only alpha he trusted to help him through it.

The one he secretly desired.

Stiles.

A Place to Hide Away by Antistalgic - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 58,064, sterek)

Stiles gets turned into a werefox child with no memory of anything beyond the age of five (and a half, thank you very much). So when he smells the scent of home and security, naturally he follows it and finds himself face to face (or rather face to knee) with a scowling man (with pretty eyes).

local area man resorts to necromancy as everything is ruined anyway byLunaCanisLupus_22 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 7,847, sterek)

“Are we doing this?” Scott asks, taking Stiles’ arm before he can approach the pile of ash right in front of the Nemeton. Not ash. Derek’s remains. “Stiles, are we doing this?”

“He did it before,” Stiles snaps, pointing at Peter. “Why can’t we?”

Or the one where the teen wolf movie ending is trash, so Stiles returns to Beacon Hills and necromances his way out of it

His Boy by GhostInTheBAU - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,214, sterek)

“Come on, Big Bad,” he purred, voice lilting, teasing, taunting, “Is this really all you got? The best you can do?  Everything you can give me? Hm?”

Derek went stone-cold rigid at the provocation, his Wolf clawing at him, snapping just below the surface of his skin, itching to be released, longing to show this boy—his boy—exactly where he belonged.

“Because, silly me, I thought you were supposed to be something scary,” Stiles continued, “Something cold and deadly—violent and dreadful and feared.” A huff of laughter leapt off his sharp-wit tongue; and a smirk danced shrill and cunning through the flow of his sultry voice. “Hell baby, I thought you were supposed to be a fuckin’ Wolf.”

And that was it.

That was the end of Derek’s self-control.

Folding Like Honey by Noname109 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,811, sterek)

“I’m gonna take you apart,” Derek practically purrs. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name.” 

“Derek,” he whines, flushing bright red because of how fucked out his voice sounds, throat raw. He swallows before speaking again. “Please.” 

“Is that all you can say?” Derek teases, and his hands wander over Stiles’s body. He feels so exposed like this, totally on display for Derek. “Fucked your mouth so good you can’t talk, huh?” 

“Derek, I — oh fuck.”

I'll Be Your Thrill by red_crate  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,354, sterek)

Stiles asks, “What are you waiting for?” He still hasn’t made a move to join Derek on the bed.

“I’m waiting for you, Daddy.” It takes everything in him to hold Stiles’ gaze. 

There’s a hesitance in him every time they start this. Derek is older, an alpha werewolf. He can’t quite get over the spike of humiliation that occasionally works through him at the thought of wanting to give over his control. He closes his eyes for a moment. 

Wanting Stiles to take charge and take care of him isn’t a shameful thing. 

It helps that Stiles is never anything but enthusiastic.

Daddy Sweetly by LadyDrace - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,322, sterek)

Derek likes it slow and loving. And sometimes he likes a little bit more than that. Stiles is more than happy to provide.

[taxidermycanine]

5 VIDEO GAMES FOR THERIANS.

i'm going to try to be as inclusive as possible like my last thread :0) enjoy!!

1 •

for my other wolf therians (or canine therians in general) out there — wolfquest !! live the life you were meant to live in this realistic wolf simulator. find a mate, hunt, raise pups, and defend what's yours!! this game is $20 on steam and itchio, it comes with the OG game too if you ever want to play the older version :03

you can play with up to 8 friends on multiplayer, there's a saga in the works (the completed version of the game), DLCs for those with extra cash to spare, and 88 achievements on steam for those who love collecting things!!

as someone who plays this game every day, and has been playing since i was a small child, i highly recommend this game not only from a therian perspective, but also because it's extremely fun to play!!

2 •

for any lynx therians out there, i recommend shelter 2 !! play as a mother lynx striving to keep her cubs alive and fed as you hunt prey, explore the wildlife and prepare for other animals trying to harm you and your young.

this game is incredibly pretty and, from my own experience, runs on even the shittiest computers with relative ease.

and yes, you can name both you and your babies :03

this game is $25 on steam and has a DLC for $10, it has 26 achievements and doesn't take too long to complete!!

3 •

if you're not a wild animal, but still feline, then i suggest you get the game stray !!

control an orange cat as you try to find your way back to your clowder after falling into a pit away from them. explore your environment, which can get pretty dangerous at times, so be careful!! but it isn't all bad out there, you'll meet friends, and people that love you.

story aside, this game is extremely fun to play and easy to control. i'm not a cat therian, but playing the game i felt immersed in the world, i felt like i WAS the cat. this game is $30 on steam :0)

the best part? you can meow. constantly.

i recommend a computer that can handle games with high graphics for the best results.

4 •

for any geese (or ducks) out there, you should get untitled goose game !! love mischief? even better, that's ALL you do in this game. steal things, make things hard for the townsfolk, honk and wear hats!! it's even multiplayer, double the irritability!!

this game is extremely fun and lighthearted, my favorite part is how you can collect things in it!! i love building a mountain of stolen goods and running around aimlessly as a silly little bird.

it runs well on all computers from my own experience, and you can buy it for $20 on steam!!

5 •

and last, but not least, meadow !! this game was produced by the same developers that made shelter 1 & 2 :0)

play as multiple animals in this online world, unlock different skins and new critters to play as, meet and make new friends, explore the environment around you. this game is suitable for all and one of the cheaper ones on this list at $10.

it runs easily on most software and is wonderful to play if you need some time to wind down in the evening after a stressful day due to the muted colors, calm environment and interesting style :03

[antharax1czomb1e]

Pt 7??

BMOOOOO!!! Second handed, got it on the same place as the animal crossing fella,, I don't remember if he was four or six dollars.. but anyways!

I don't remember the name of the kitty fella w pointy teeth and X . X eyes!! But he was second handed, my sad bought it, he used the money we were using to go home for it, so we had to go back home walking, it was silly.

The silly pup w the heart hugs plushie was a gift of mine to my best friend, she gave it back to me saying i had custody of our child for now and said I had to give it back (i never did), I think it's name was Tyler, and he had a really long name, but I only remember Tyler.

Next to Tyler, on it's right, there's a silky looking wolf! I'm pretty sure it was one dollar! (Again, second handed)

Next to Tyler, on its left (for dead 2!) there's a silly raccoon I got in the same place that the fennec fox from pt 2! (I got a lot of plushies from there)

Fox count 10!!!!!! Wow!nnnnnn!!!!

Got this pretty girl w a friend in a second hand plushie store, her face is really silly..!! And her shirt says happy birthday.

Vampire squid mallow!!, idk if six or four dollars,

I'm starting to get eepy

Omg i love bmo!! ALSO SORRY I JUST GOT THIS BCS MY INBOX IS BEING SLOW AND RETARTED. ANYWAYS THO!! All ur plushys are so cute but if ur tired u should go to sleep! :3

[sopebubbles]

Lone Wolf: Chapter Three sneak peek

I considered trying to make a mood board for about .7 seconds, but im the least aesthetic person on the face of the planet, so im just gonna give it to you straight.

Warnings: this chapter contains explicit depictions of child ab*se, including physical violence and abusive language, please take care.

This time Hoseok didn't knock before entering your room and found you sitting in the same protective position he had left you in. He set the bowl down on the table beside your bed and moved away. You looked between the bowl and him but did not move to grab it until he turned his back to you. He heard you sniff it and hum softly to yourself before the spoon began to clink against the porcelain. You began to take greedy spoonfuls of the hot stew while he walked back into the hallway. From the linen closet in the hallway Hoseok gathered several beloved blankets and fresh sheets. When he returned to the room you were slurping up the thick broth from the bottom of the bowl and set it aside with sheepish eyes, as if he would take such behavior as anything but a compliment.

"Do you want some more?" He asked, but you shook your head. He had a whole pack to feed and you shouldn't take too much. "If you get up for a minute I'll change the sheets."

"You don't have to do that!" Something in your belly felt deep shame knowing how they smelled of your heat and the mess you had made.

"Don't be silly. There's no point in staying in messy sheets. And you don't need to feel embarrassed about it. We all do it. That's why I always keep a lot of clean sheets." You lowered your face at how easily he had seen through you, but got off the bed when he waved a hand at you. "And I brought lots of blankets. Unless you're more of a pillows kind of girl. I'm sure I can find a few spare ones."

"Pillows for what?" You stared at him blankly as he began to strip everything from the bed.

"For your nest, pup."

"Oh. That's okay. I don't nest."

"Jimin said you're not allowed at the shelter, but you are here!" Hoseok said cheerfully, the mere thought of building a cozy nest to sink into filling him with joy.

"No, I mean I don't at all," you replied, and he paused to turn to you.

"Never?" You shook your head. "Why not?"

You scratched your nails up and down your arm, squirmy under his scrutiny and shaky on your legs. Hoseok dropped the spoiled sheets on the floor and when it seemed like you wouldn't answer while he watched you, he picked up a clean sheet and began to stretch it over the mattress.

"It's bad for you, isn't it? I mean, they say it's unhygienic. And it makes omegas lazy."

Hoseok scoffed and turned to give you an incredulous look. "Who told you that?"

You shrugged. You'd heard it at home and probably at school more than once. The few times you had tried to nest they had told you they didn't want it or a lazy omega.

Hoseok was speechless. Who would have told you something so plainly untrue? Nesting was an important part of emotional well being for omegas. It was harder not to do than to do. It was important for the pack, too, making sure that all members had a comfortable place to rest. Making sure that all scents were present was important to maintaining bonds and bringing comfort. How could you deny yourself such a basic need?

Not knowing what to say, he simply finished putting the sheets on the bed. When he was finished he took the old sheets under one arm and grabbed the empty bowl with his free hand. He stopped to look at the pile of blankets and then at you with troubled eyes.

"I'll just leave these here in case you want to give it a try." Maybe your omega instincts would kick in during your frenzy when you couldn't meet your other needs.

May 4th 6am CDT/8pm KST

[smallraindrops-blog]

AAAAHH i love the werewolf fic so much!!! I love how Y/N just attaches to Hypnos so quickly, he got hit by a car, taken in by a pretty stranger and decided yeah this is my home now and he is so real for that, what a day he must have had. Did he choose to switch back to human form in the night or was that an unconscious decision? Either way I loved how chill he was about it, they're both just so silly

Haha thank you! They are silly, aren't they? ^⁠_⁠^

It was a little bit of an unconscious decision. I have a hc that werewolves will shift back to human form during sleep sometimes if they feel safe enough.

A fully grown werewolf will have full ability to pick wolf/human/between forms. Pups will need to be isolate from strangers since they can't control the forms of how long they stay in it.

It is not uncommon to see a werewolf child walking around with a pair of ears and tail or playing around in some odd fusion of humans and wolf.

I'm glad you like it! I hope to have more out soon. ^⁠_⁠^

[gryphons-n-kelpies]

"So he trained himself to change for them. Vowing under a tree one night that he will always protect MC from their nightmares!"

DFGHJKLJHGFDGGGGFFFF SO CUTE I CAN'T BREATHEEEE

Meme for childhood!Alec and MC be like:

Alec: I like you! *Being nervous*

MC: I like you too

Alec: REallly???? *Over excited , tail waging insanely*

MC: Yeah! AS a friend!

Alec: *Droops his tail down, ears flopped downwards and started to howl sadly*

YES, BEING FRIENDZONED IS SAD ALEC, BUT DON'T WORRY, MC WILL BE YOUR PARTNER IN THE FUTURE

Child Alec, confessing his puppy love to MC. Gets Friendzoned.

Poor pup.

Look at him.

Pouty Puppy.

He's in wolf form for hours, curled up, because MC doesn't understand.

His brothers picked on him quiet a bit for that. "Silly Alec! You can't marry your pet!"

"They are not a pet! They are MC! And I .... I like them! And I will protect them! I promised!"

[lindyloosims]

So a little extended family update again, this time it's Wes and Caleb who have called it quits. Well Wesley did, he was tired of Caleb's wandering eyes and hands and...well...penis!

While Caleb was moping around missing Wesley, who moved out to live with Caleb's cousin Lily Zhu in Moonwood Mill, my brother and his wife were having a happy moment. Now an elder, Dawson discovered much like our father that he and Lilith were having baby number three. I hope he lives to see his child, surely the watcher wouldn't be so cruel a second time, right?

(It wasn't me it was the game!!!😕)

Over in Moonwood Mill, Wesley was feeling conflicted. He discovered that he and Lily are fated mates, but he also had the hots for Rory Oaklow.

They spent many a night in the little shack next to Lily's house "getting to know each other" and Rory decided to move in.

It wasn't long before Wes and Rory were expecting a little pup! Caleb took this news badly and apparently tried to fry in the sun, silly boy! But his sister was there to pull him inside. What did Lily think about her fated mate impregnating another wolf?

Well she wasn't bothered, in fact Wes had his cake and he ate it too! Both women were fine with sharing him, even though he and Rory eloped shortly after she announced her pregnancy. He was living his best life, and the best part was that Lily and Rory knew what he was up to at all times, and he knew what they were up to at all times too. Caleb used to sneak around behind his back, at least this way everything was up front...well to each his own I say! Wesley Vo has finally found his people, he is at home in Moonwood Mill among his own kind and I'm happy for him, really! All anyone ever wants is to belong somewhere!

I guess this is how Wesley wants to live his life, and that's really up to him. He's married to Rory, fated mates with Lily and he's going to be a dad to both of their babies. If he's happy, and nobody's getting hurt, then good for him. I couldn't imagine sharing Kacey with anyone personally, but it would be a boring world if we were all the same, right?

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[songoftrillium]

Goudy Booktype regular and Bible Script subtitles as of late. As silly as it sounds it helps get me in the WoD mindset.

I could not. I have something that makes grasping objects for extended periods quite painful.

If I am going for a particular mood, I'll think about things that evoke such things in me. If I must be angry, I make myself angry. If I must feel sorrow, my words bring tears to my eyes.

Pointless suffering.

I don't like to write about real life places. The idea of having a fanbase kind of freaks me out, and if I become known for my writing, I don't want people to desecrate the places important to me and my loved ones.

That people will use my writing as justification to do terrible things.

My biggest joy is discovering things about my characters or the world I wasn't expecting, but made too much sense to leave out. But also there's characters that I have to sometimes catch myself and go "You know what, they got so much going on I just don't think that's something they've had the space to think about."

I'd pick dialogue. I think action is something visceral and gutteral, and is often over as quickly as it starts. It's the reflection or the build-up that to me makes those interactions so impactful. While it happens, it's all a blur. It's not seeing the meat puppet, but smelling the fingers it's trying to shove into your mouth.

There is an old belief that the human soul is outside of the body. Sort of the pilot behind the eyes that makes decisions, good and bad. And that when something particularly awful happens to a person, their soul can run away from them. To heal is to do the things that let this spirit of the self know that it's safe to return home. I can believe in that. I believe a person can be haunted by these lost motes of intent, taking up residence in one's own consciousness.

Ray Bradbury's short stories I've read have been provocative, clever, and terrifying in unexpected ways. "There Will Come Soft Rains" has been on my mind, lately.

I take dark delight in torturing characters. Life would be but a fevered dream if not for the adventures that turn it upside down. It is through tragedy that one confronts their own uncomfortable truths and have to reconcile the things that truly make them uncomfortable about the self. In short, the realm where true strength is forged.

To have my hunger satiated by wordcount, for every writing session to last as long as intended, and to be able to sleep whenever I set out to do so.

It's hard to write about.

I have books I lend and books I keep now. I no longer lend books I'm not prepared to lose eventually.

I keep a book in bed I intend to read but will instead cuddle to sleep. That book I'll usually have nap dates with a few months until it's read. I also keep a book handy for travel naps as a just-in-case.

A mummified frog I found behind a pallet at a warehouse I worked one summer as a teen. It was a spring pepper that was perfectly preserved as thin as a communion wafer. Was a perfect bookmark for a year until a theater kid stole it.

A 9-part epic set within my game setting, staged a few thousand years before the advent of agriculture. My setting has no real history precedent so I had to invent one, including inventing a (technically) functional werewolf language.

My epic is presented in the story of a greek play of a primordial pack of werewolves, and this is a passage from the introduction, spoken by the primordial spirit these werewolves worship herself:

“Nurtured and guided wolf pups, taught land's ways an wind's language. Played and hunted as family, paws on soft earth together, howls entwined in night's quiet.”

19. Reading Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark inspired me to want to be a storyteller as a child. 20. Oh, true love, in a heartbeat. No nobler cause. It's not like some magical thing, but it's something you build with someone over time. It's a vulnerability that takes time to evoke. 21. I tried to not write about werewolves, but that autism choochoo left the station years ago. I'm pretty screwed in that regard oops. Guess I better platform my loved ones. 22. I am a meandering, disorganized individual that tends to work at stuff in shotgun blasts of creativity over a long period, and will continually come back to something until I run out of ideas. 23. I do my writing in front of a big screen thats usually playing a movie, music, or anything that helps inspire whatever I'm writing for. 24. Tons. I try to do the work and the story justice, and I'll try to make myself an expert in whatever I'm writing if I can. 25. Without exception, all of my monsters and villains are inspired by people I've met in real life. 26. If it's someone the characters will regularly interact with, I give them the same kinda considerations my players give their own characters. I give them a purpose that motivates them, I give them goals, aspirations, et al. and getting in their head is easy. 27. I usually end my creative springs by letting my partner know I love her, and then letting her know I'm done for the night. 28. Oh, Mundus Duskreach. I wanted someone genuinely weak whom everyone thought was tough, and I think she's still my favorite. A half-goblin that grew up far from civilization and ran away from home to escape her murderous mother.

29. Usually I draw it from contemplating the things that frighten me or make me uncomfortable. And, well, I'm always frightened and uncomfortable, so I guess I have a lot to write about right now.

30. I actually am not too keen on sharing that. I try not to write about my dreams.

31. To my 3 regular readers, I'd like to let you know: "Hello."

32.

33. I studied audio and broadcast engineering in college. I also paint sometimes, and take photos. I occasionally make music. I did a lot of my watercolor painting while I recovered from neurosurgery in bed. I seldom have references, so I paint simple things from memory, like plants.

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go: its ok i guess

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens? When I'm trying to be humorous over text, and want a person to know I'm trying to be funny, I'll abandon punctuation entirely, engendering english in a casual conveyance that is meant to be construed as unserious.

36. I know nature, some of the polish language, I know many unusual facts about soil science, like SO many facts.

37. I hope I'm understood better as a person. This society wasn't built for me, but maybe if something endures after I'm gone, whoever comes next will get it.

38. I repeat myself a lot. I'll also sometimes find myself typing just one key ogg smf duffeb;u i sound like I had a stoke.

39. I was bullied pretty relentlessly in the World of Darkness gaming community near my hometown in the 90s. Most of the players were older than me, and I was a teenager. Rather than simply telling me to leave, they tried to make the gaming experience as hostile as possible. They inspired me to make them as mad at me as humanly possible.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I look in their eyes I say "Please," "don't fucking kill me." "Watch your mouth."

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 27a

*Warning Adult Content*

Little Wolf - Part 1 - Koa

That night... I dream of Des.

How we'd sneak treats from the dining hall then go up to the roof at night to lay on our backs and watch the stars.

How I'd cried in his arms and he comforted me after I was kicked from my family home.

The world had seemed so small back then, it was me and him against our oppressive pack.

Our first kiss had been awkward but exciting, stolen behind the old shack in the woods where we often hid from the other kids.

He told me he loved me just a week after, promising that we'd mate when we were older, even if we weren't fated.

I'd thought it so romantic then, I believed whatever he told me.

Des was my everything and then he was gone.

I was left alone and vulnerable, giving Zacan the opportunity to impregnate me not long after Des's death.

It was the most painful time of my life.

When I wake up with tears streaming down my face, a deep pit in my stomach, I recognize that I'm not over that pain in the slightest.

But what if Cyrus expects me to behave like I'm not?

What if he thinks that now that we've kissed... I'm offering up my heart to him?

Because I can't do that, I can't give my all to someone when the future isn't guaranteed.

Cyrus could die.... he could leave me... he could find out the truth of my past and be disgusted that he was ever attracted to impure omega like me.

He could decide that he doesn't want all my baggage, much less having to care for another Alpha's child.

There is so much that could go wrong and I have to my protect my heart.

Because the loss of Des broke me and if I let Cyrus any farther in and the same thing happens, it won't only break me... it will destroy me.

I know it will and Oliver doesn't deserve a mother like that.

I have to be strong for him, like I always have been.

I cannot let my defenses fall now because of my silly feelings.

So after a full weekend of avoiding Cyrus, Monday rolls around and I have no way to get out of training.

Cyrus would come find me, anyway.

I walk to the training field from the school, already dressed in my leathers to get this over with as quickly as I can.

Fuck, I feel so nervous... one look at him and I know I'll be tempted to kiss him again.

The heat of our moment the other night has not left my mind, much less my body, where it teases my stomach with butterflies at the prospect of seeing my mate.

My wolf is practically salivating, wagging his tail like the lust-starved mutt he is.

I try to calm him down but it's no use.

So when I approach Cyrus who's leaning against the weapons shed, I keep my eyes downcast.

My palms are sweaty as hell and I wring them together, an anxious breath escaping my chest.

How am I going to ignore the elephant in the room?

Which is the fact that I threw myself at him a couple nights ago and we made out not once but twice.

I can't say I regret it but what I do regret is not thinking of the consequences.

Like how I'm going to face him today, acting like nothing happened.

"We're going to be working with weapons today. It's your first time, so please take caution. The daggers are sharpened daily," he starts as soon as I'm near and I look up in confusion.

He's just gonna act like nothing happened?

A part of me I'm reluctant to acknowledge wilts in disappointment but then I remind myself that this is exactly what I want.

I want to go on as usual and to NOT be tempted to kiss those soft, full lips of his again or feel his huge hands grip at my waist, lifting me effortlessly and taking control...

'Koa. Stop. It. Now.'

It's fucking awkward. I mean, I don't know why I didn't foresee this, seeing as he had his tongue down my throat a few days ago, that being the last time we saw each other.

Nothing's been addressed.

Cyrus has tripped over his words and his own two feet more times than I can count, sneaking glances at me when he thinks I'm not looking.

Moon Goddess, he's acting like a sulky pup and I hate that I find it so adorable.

When we get about halfway through training, Cyrus stops in the middle of instructing me, sighing.

"Koa, can we talk about..."

"Talk about what?" I cut him off.

"Oh, talk about how nice the weather is? Yes, it is soo nice. I love when weather is just so nice, you know? Anyway, can you show me how to use this one again? I haven't gotten the hang of it?"

The abrupt change of subject and detraction from his attempt at a conversation does not go unnoticed but Cyrus doesn't push.

I feel stupid, having an outburst like that but I couldn't think of anything else in the moment.

My wolf whines in embarrassment, hiding his face under his paws.

At least he can hide... I can't.

I make it to the end of our session successfully avoiding any conversation that could lead back to our kiss, filling the intermittent silences with nonsensical blabber about Pack gossip Morgan's relayed to me or what new things Oliver's learning at school.

But I can't shake the heat of his gaze off of me.

'How long am I going to be able to avoid this?'

I get my answer when I'm closing up the weapons shed after having put the daggers back in their rightful places.

I'm thinking about how I probably didn't absorb a majority of the strategy he taught me when I feel a towering, warm presence at my back.

"Why did you kiss me?" his voice is low and husky, sending a pleasant shiver up my spine and I suck in a breath before I respond.

"I... I don't... it didn't mean anything, okay?"

No sooner have the words left my mouth is Cyrus flipping me around to face him, hands on my shoulders as he stares icily into my eyes.

"You are lying."

"No, I'm not. Kisses just happen, sometimes. You... you don't have to read so much into it," I insist.

His expression darkens.

"Do you passionately kiss just anyone, then?"

My cheeks burn at the utter obvious nature of my lie and I shake off his grasp, stalking away to the hand-washing basins on the other side of the shed.

When I get there, though, his shadow soon overcomes my own and his arms are wrapping around me, caging me in as he sets both hands on the basins so I can't evade him again without making a fool of myself by ducking beneath his huge, long arms.

"Are we not remembering the same kiss?" his breath tickles my hear.

"Because the way you pressed those pretty lips of yours to mine... the way you moaned into it and pushed up against me... that, I'm afraid, was the definition of passion."

I don't think I can take any more of his sexy voice saying these kinds of things without turning into a pile of mush.

My face is probably so red I'd get a misdiagnosis of heatstroke from Juliet.

He's so close... close enough that I could let it happen again, let him kiss me and have the world around us disappear.

I'm this close to giving him everything... and I just can't.

"Y-You're wrong," I blurt out in one final attempt to deny him, my voice coming out in some kind of squeak and I'm absolutely mortified.

Alright... making a fool out of myself it is.

I duck under his arm and nearly fall flat on my face trying to get away.

'Oh, for fuck's sake.'

I do the only thing I can think of to get out of this now.

I channel my shift, letting my wolf break free with the cracking of bones and growth of fiery fur.

My paws hit the ground with an impactful thump and I wince, halting my fleeing.

I take a chance to check behind me, my heart beat rising when I see that he's shifted as well.

A huge, magnificent black wolf with blazing blue eyes stands only a few meters away, a predatory haunch in his shoulders as he surveys me.

If I feel small to Cyrus in our human forms, I feel miniature in our wolves.

He flexes his back legs and I realize what he's preparing for.

A chase and I've just become his prey.

My stomach tingles in excitement, apprehensive.

My wolf takes the lead, desiring to be chased, caught by our Alpha.

I take off with a run into the woods... it's exhilarating, galloping through the trees, knowing he's not far behind.

Knowing that I can't outrun him and if I'm ahead now, it's only because I got a head start.

I jump over a tall thicket with a small howl, to which my fast approaching mate responds with a deep growl.

It rattles my bones in the most pleasurable way possible and I lose my footing, the momentum of the jump sending me sprawling in the soft patch of grass behind the thicket.

I have no time to register anything before Cyrus's huge wolf is pouncing at me, a dark blur blocking out the sun before he's on me.

I yelp in surprise as we roll playfully on the grass... he lets me resist... allowing me the higher ground as we wrestle.

We're a tangle of limbs, pawing at each other and panting until eventually I'm under him again.

I note that he does not put his full weight on me, probably for fear of crushing me.

He's always so considerate, even when we're rough-housing like this.

Exhausted and panting, I can't help but shift back, my fur too warm for the exhilarated state I'm in right now.

He does the same and I watch as the dark wolf morphs into the man I'm helplessly attracted to in every way.

When his pale face, chiseled jaw and beautiful eyes emerge again, I can't help but swoon.

He's so God-damn handsome... and thoughtful... and sweet... and sexy as hell.

He's breathing hard, staring at me with an intensity that sets my whole body on fire in the best way.

We're both naked now and I don't dare to bring my eyes any lower than his neck.

He keeps his eyes on my face, ever the gentlemen.

"Do not run from me, little wolf," he says in a rasp.

[ttteanimalau]

Thomas's First Day

Edward forced himself to suppress a groan of annoyance as Gordon babbled on and on about the same old stuff, as per usual. Pulling the express, being more "important" than the others, and how much of a bother it is that he needs to pull a goods train across the island.

"Grrr, why me? Of all workers, I was assigned to pull a GOODS train? The shame of it!" The grey lion grumbled to his unwilling audience.

Edward rolled his eyes, "It's not a big deal, Gordon, I'm sure you'll be back to passenger trains in no time.." The old wolf replied in the hopes his co-worker would shut up. He glanced around the yard, a thoughtful frown on his muzzle. His ear twitched upon hearing Henry approach, likely to take his next train.

"You alright, Edward?" He inquired, and in turn, making Gordon also notice the wolf's expression.

Edward huffed and nodded, "Yeah, I just..I was hoping he'd come out by now.." Henry and Gordon knew who he was talking about, and the former frowned as well. The Fat Controller recently acquired a new wolf pup, though much too young and small to work, and he was brought to Sodor the previous night. His name was Thomas, and he was placed into Tidmouth sheds that night and it seems he hasn't come out yet. If Henry would recall, the poor thing was whimpering all night, presumably scared of his new surroundings.

"I should probably go get him.." Edward barked, turning to make his way to the sheds.

Gordon snorted, "Leave him, he won't learn to face his fear if you're coddl-"

"He's just a pup, Gordon, he probably misses his old railway." Henry cut him off, "I've never heard of a child leaving his home railway so young." He mused softly to himself. Gordon, wisely, decided to say nothing about the sentiment.

It was a short walk to Tidmouth sheds, and at first, Edward couldn't see the little blue pup. He squinted his eyes as he peaked into the darkness and he almost walked away if he didn't hear the smallest little whine coming from inside. In the corner, huddled against the walls, two large blue eyes opened wide to stare at the older wolf.

Edward breathed a sigh of relief, "There you are, bud, you can come out, you know." He encouraged kindly. Thomas only remained silent and looked away from Edward, curling his tail around his small body even more.

Edward frowned, "Hey, I know its scary being in a new place, trust me on that. But I promise, I won't leave your side, okay?" He knew Thomas was more used to him than the others, since he was the one to bring him to Sodor. Though, he was surprised to see the pup actually stand up and slowly approach the shed entrance. Edward smiled kindly at Thomas as he finally reached him and was promptly picked up by the larger wolf. Edward turned his head and placed Thomas onto his back and made his way back to the yard. He noted the pup holding on tight so made an effort to be steady as he walked.

He imagined that he looked a bit silly as he worked while carrying a puppy on his back, but he couldn't help smiling when Thomas stopped cowering and started taking an interest in his surroundings. He felt safer with Edward around, and started watching intently and taking in everything his superior was doing. He hasn't asked any questions or even said anything at all, but Edward imagined that he still needed time so he didn't prod. He was happy to see he was coming out of his shell some.

It wasn't long until Thomas made the leap off of Edward's back and started wandering about by himself, remaining close to Ed of course. James came by at one point and, as expected, started cracking jokes about Edward having to "babysit" and commenting on how small Thomas was.

While Edward only gave the red fox an eye roll, Thomas was a..bit more vocal. James was caught off guard when his ears rang with the defensive barking of the blue wolf pup. Thomas yipped and yapped at the larger fox, catching James by surprise and making him take a step back.

Edward chuckled, his tail wagging a bit, "A fiery one, huh? Guess his personality is finally showing." He brought the agitated pup back over to him, "Okay, that's enough, little one. I think you've scared James enough."

Jame turned his nose up at the comment with a huff, "He did not scare me..just startled.." The fox quickly padded off to do his next job, his fur raised in annoyance. Edward chuckled once more as the pup in his paw settled down with a tiny snort towards James.

"Now, Thomas, you need to learn that you can't just bark at anyone. James may be annoying sometimes but I want you to remember that he's he's member of this railway just as much as you are, okay? So treat everyone politely and with respect." He barked gently as he advised the little pup. Thomas didn't seem to fully understand his words but he did understand that first part and nodded silently.

The day went on without much incident, Edward working up and down, and back and forth in the yard. All the while, Thomas was watching and seemingly getting more comfortable within his new railway, not entirely of course but close. Edward found himself growing proud of him as the pup started taking an interest in the work, of course, he would need training but the spirit was there.

Henry even came by at one point and got a proper introduction to Thomas. He was hesitant to get close but within a few minutes, Thomas was climbing all over the chestnut-colored lion, and nestling into his mane curiously. Both Henry and Edward were surprised yet joyful at the display. Henry's already shy nature seemed to melt as he tried to keep Thomas from falling off, chuckling with amusement.

"A spunky little guy, isn't he? And to think that he wanted to hide today." Henry commented. As he said this, Thomas slipped and Henry caught him before he could reach the ground.

The pup yipped happily as he was let down, "No, up! Up!" He spoke in a squeaky voice. Both Henry and Edward were surprised, that's the first time Thomas had spoken all day! Edward knew he was old enough to speak but it was still shocking to finally hear.

Henry shook his head, "I can't, bud, I gotta go, now. But we can play later, okay?" He nudged the pup playfully with his muzzle before giving Edward a nod and padding off. Thomas giggled and wished Henry goodbye, his little tail wagging with excitement. Edward looked down towards the pup and glanced up towards the sky, taking notice of the sunset, and how the yard was quickly coated in golden light. He sighed and looked to the pup, who was even starting to look a bit tired. He chuckled and gently picked him up, "Well, we oughta get back to the sheds, huh? Seems like you've have enough for today." It was with that, that Edward made his way back to Tidmouth Sheds. Thomas whined in protest but did nothing to get away.

Once he made his way back, Gordon was already there and done for the day, so he was about half asleep in his shed. Edward gently placed Thomas back into his shed before going into his own. Edward laid down and laid his head on his paws. Assuming his ward was already asleep, he closed his eyes.

But he was surprised when he felt a small, fluffy bundle curl up next to his head, he opened his eyes a crack and spotted the little blue pup snuggled against him, "Good 'ight, Edward..." Thomas murmured softly before falling into slumber.

Edward smiled, "Good night, Thomas."

[aminiatureworld]

An Unexpected Rival

Characters: Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,556

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When thinking about fighting for the affections of someone, one normally imagines great declarations of love and promises of loyalty. But sometimes that’s not it. Sometimes it’s simply living with a being that hates you more than anything.

In which the reader’s pet hates their s/o

Author’s Note: I did give the pets names because I felt I couldn’t really refer to them as “your pet” the whole time. I also am not a pet owner. Still I hope you enjoy! 

Going to try non bullet pointed for a bit. We’ll see how it goes!

Childe

Honestly you didn’t know what to do.

Here you were, standing in the middle of the living room of your apartment, trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of your dog sitting directly on the chest of your much beleaguered partner.

You hadn’t really considered the consequences of introducing Childe to Lacey. I mean, how badly could the interactions be between the man you were convinced was your soulmate and the nicest golden retriever that had ever existed? If there was going to be issues you’d reasoned it would be on Childe’s side. So when your partner lit up at the mention of your fluffy child, you’d assumed all would be well.

Evidently that was not the case. You knew that Lacey could be clingy on occasion, but she’d really been making an effort these past few weeks. Knocking your partner out of the way when you two walked through the door together, refusing to stop walking when you two met up at a park or on the street, refusing to answer to Childe’s attempts at affection. It was almost impressive, the lengths Lacey was willing to go to establish her position as Number One Childe Hater – especially impressive considered the well-attested competition, including but not limited to a Fatui Harbinger.

Now you sprung into action as best you could, bottling up the giggles that threatened to erupt at any moment.

“Childe!” You exclaimed, walking closer. Lacey still refused to stand up, but her tail thumped excitedly against the floor, and she let out a short whine of appreciation. Unfazed by this cry for praise you sighed. “Lacey! Get up! Honestly, you’re not being a very good testament to your intelligence right now.”

Nudging her slightly you sighed with relief as the golden retriever sprang up, attacking your hands and face with kisses as you dragged Childe up to a sitting position. Childe at least seemed unfazed by the sudden attack, letting out a mere “oof”, and smiling a slightly embarrassed smile.

“I’m really sorry about this Childe.” You said, hands still batting away Lacey’s frantic activity as she attempted to get you to focus on her.

“It’s alright. Just, wow she’s a heavier girl than I expected.”

“Hopefully no squished organs?”

“Archons no! It’ll take more than this girl to fell me, don’t you worry.” Childe attempted to give Lacey a pet, but the dog that had just before been laying all over him now scampered out of the way, instead pawing at your back.

“Lacey! Stop being so rude! Urgh, and here I was hoping that you two would be somewhat settled before I went on my trip.”

You sighed, letting your head drop into the palms of your hand, not wanting to think about what might happen during the week and a half that Childe would be required to take care of Lacey. Would she even let him in the apartment to feed her? What about walks and the like? Were you going to come home to all our warfare? Childe seemed to understand your quickly dropping mood, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing small circles with his thumb, even as Lacey whined and began pawing at his arm.

“I promise it’ll be alright my dear. We’ll manage while you’re gone and who knows? Maybe by the time you get back we’ll be thick as thieves, and then you’ll be the one getting sat on.”

“Who knows.” You let out a burst of laughter. But even as you two shared this moment of levity your mind continued to spin its threads, dreading the days to come and what you’d be presented with the day you got back.

 “Alright, what’re we going to do.”

Childe stood in the foyer, hands on his hip, irritation in his heart. Lacey seemed to be mimicking the gesture, chest puffed out proudly as she stared the Harbinger down. They must’ve been standing like that for at least ten minutes, Childe thought to himself, ten minutes of staring and nothing yet done. It was beginning to grate on him, and were it not for the fact that you’d have to pay for damages, he was quite tempted to vault over the nearby furniture, if only so he could get to the kitchen and have this miserable showdown be over.

He didn’t dislike Lacey, no Childe didn’t think he could truly dislike any dog if he tried. He used to dream of owning a wolf pup, of flopping around in the snow with his companion, running as fast as he could and still being chased down with a crash, before being bombarded by affectionate pawing and kisses. These memories seemed quite silly when faced with the reality of caring for a dog however, and now he wanted only to bang his head against the wall, and maybe pass out from the exertion.

“I get that you love your owner.” He spoke again, how long had he been talking to this dog? “But I don’t think this is the way to win their heart.”

Lacey said nothing, simply narrowing her eyes and letting out a slightly hiss. Still Childe continued on.

“And like it or not you are going to have to eat eventually. So I suggest if you’re going to misbehave, that you should at least do it on a day when I’m not your primary caretaker.”

When there was still no movement from Lacey Childe sighed. That evening when he returned to his own apartment it was with the unfortunate knowledge that golden retriever bites hurt a lot more than he’d expected them too.

 It was storming, and the city of Liyue had transformed from a glistening city to one of mud and rusted iron. Childe swore under his breath as he pulled his coat closer around him, desperately trying to keep as dry as possible. Who knew if he’d be able to make it to your bedroom and grab one of his spare shirts with Lacey acting like he was a burglar instead of well known acquaintance? The song and dance between the two of them was grating. Feeding your golden retriever being nearly impossible, not to mention the times when Childe half dragged Lacey through the most half assed of walks. Really how could such a gentle spirit turn so stubborn so quickly? Childe didn’t know, all he knew was that the sooner you came home the sooner he could stop worry about being nipped at the heels.

The sight that met Childe at the entrance to your apartment was jarring. Instead of the usual irritated dog Childe was met with utter silence, and a stillness that betrayed the fact that not only was Lacey not in the hall, but she was also avoiding the kitchen and the living room.

“Lacey?” Childe called out, getting no answer but the whipping of wind and the rumble of thunder. “I swear if you managed to run off – Lacey!”

Going further down the hall Childe finally heard the sound of muffled whimpering. Walking into your bedroom he spied Lacey under the bed, eyes filled not with disdain, but with anxiety.

“Lacey, why in Teyvat are you here?”

There was no reply, until suddenly another clap of thunder shook the walls. Lacey let out a yelp and crawled under the bed a little more, flattening her head against the floor, although there was not much room left in that department. Childe stared at this for a second letting the pieces fall into place. He just couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that this was the same Lacey who so fearlessly guarded the apartment against his entrance every day.

This slight smugness was extinguished rather quickly though, instead replaced with a sense of pity, and the need to make this poor girl feel the least bit better.

“Hey, hey it’ll be alright.” Childe spoke softly. For a moment he left the room, but quickly he returned, towels and blankets in hand, praying that you wouldn’t mind that he messed up your closet a little bit.

“Let’s make a fort, shall we?”

Not waiting for any sort of acknowledgment Childe began to pile up the covers on your bed, making sure to lay down towels in case you were worried of shedding. At first Lacey did nothing much than scooch out enough to watch him, but within the next flash of lightning she was up and moving, diving under the makeshift fort and clambering around Childe, as if trying to find out if she could burrow through the Harbinger.

“I know, I know, it’s pretty scary out there, huh?” Childe ruffled Lacey’s head slightly. “But you’ll see, it’ll pass soon enough. And then we can go back to fighting, alright.”

Lacey let out a whine, but nevertheless began to settle down, lying down and once more resting her head on her paws.

“There’s a good girl.” Childe smiled softly. “You aren’t that bad you know. At least you aren’t that bad when you’re not trying to bite my leg off.”

Your surprise at the improvement in Childe-Lacey relations was somewhat immense when you returned. Though Childe refused to say what had managed to form such a bond between your disgruntled pet and him, only that he hoped you didn’t mind dog hair on your bed. Lacey, for her part, no longer tried to sit on your partner.

Even if she still pushed him out of the way when you came home.

 Scaramouche

Scaramouche could deal with a lot of things. He could deal with the fact that your parrot wouldn’t let the man within three feet of the parrot’s cage without attempting to bite his hands off. He could deal with the obnoxiously loud clicking whenever he got too close to you, and he could deal with fact that your parrot was fond of yelling random phrases at him in the most aggressive tone Scaramouche had ever heard. Scaramouche could deal with all of that. What he couldn’t deal with is what your parrot insisted on calling him, no matter how much time was spent saying: “Scaramouche. I am Scaramouche!”

“Electro boy? Really?”

“I’m sorry Scara,” you let out a giggle, “I didn’t know what your name was when I first saw you.”

Oh Scaramouche was sure of that, but did that really mean that Oliver had to call him solely by that title? It didn’t help that you must’ve referred to Scaramouche an awful lot as “Electro Boy” for it to be the name that stuck in Oliver’s mind. And regardless of how many times you used the title, it was one thing for you to use the nickname. It was quite another thing for Oliver to, since, unlike in your case, Oliver’s use of “Electro Boy” could be nothing but derogatory.

Scaramouche had long given up in wooing the errant parrot over. If they were to be mortal enemies, so be it. He’d dealt with that before.

“Oh Scaramouche, you must be joking!” You’d exclaimed when he’d revealed this train of thought, cupping his face in your hand and pressing affectionate kisses to his face. He’d let you do so, let you imagine that one day there might be a reconciliation. But in his heart he knew. Unless Oliver learned to stop with the name calling, Scaramouche would never forgive him for the insult.

“I wish you would write.” You whispered.

Pain skirted through Scaramouche’s face, but still he refused the promise that you needed. You knew that Scaramouche would never be able to have a normal relationship with you, that these trips were necessary, were a part of him that you’d never be able to wrench away. Still, the least he could do was promise to write. Without his writings, well how could you even be sure he was alive?

“I’m sorry.” Scaramouche whispered. Leaning in so your foreheads were touching he let out a sigh, warming your lips with his breath. “I cannot promise I will write. I wouldn’t like to break a promise to you.”

“I know.” You whispered back, shaking your head as much as you could. “Still, I’d almost rather a broken promise.”

“You wouldn’t. I know it would drive you mad.”

“Perhaps, but better than nothing?”

You two stood there, basking in silence. A familiar cry broke the reverie.

“Electro Boy! Electro Boy!” A series of clicks accompanied the sudden shriek. There was no better way to break the spell. Almost immediately Scaramouche pulled away. Walking towards the door he paused, turning around one more time.

“I’ll miss you.”

Those words washed over you, their owner having been carried away with the wind.

 Scaramouche hurried up the steps, anticipation keep his pace quick and his thoughts a jumble of fragments. The long mission he’d been sent on was finally over, and now he could think not of noisy soldiers, nor of the people who continually disappointed him, but of you. He couldn’t wait, every step on the staircase felt like an obstacle, something he must triumph against to reach you. Finally arriving at your door he barely paused, stepping this way and that as he opened the door before striding into the hallway as fast as he could.

“I’m home.” He called into the afternoon light. Almost immediately two things happened. One was that you leapt off your position on the couch, practically barreling yourself into his arms. The second was that Oliver began to screech, hopping from one foot to the other in an indecipherable dance.

“Scara, you’re home!” You cried, exclamation by the way you buried your face into his shoulder.

“Scara! Scara! Scaramouche!” Oliver echoed. The words made Scaramouche freeze up, taken aback as he was by their usage.

“What was that Oliver?” He called out, not altogether sure if the parrot would even reply to him. Scaramouche had really only referred to Oliver by name the first time he met him. After that you had to settle with “the bird” or “the noisemaker”. This time, however Scaramouche couldn’t help but use it. This was, after all, a matter of great importance.

“Scaramouche, Scaramouche, who’s a pretty bird?” Oliver tittered irreverently.

His tone was still somewhat sharp, Scaramouche never heard Oliver snap at you the way he did him, but nevertheless the words had struck a chord. Finding himself at a loss for words Scaramouche stared at you, trying to figure out what was going on.

“That’s probably my fault,” you laughed hesitantly, “I guess I was talking about you more than I thought. It’s only that, well I missed you an awful lot. And Oliver is my confidante, he always has been. So I guess I’ve just been talking a lot to him about you. I’ve really missed you…”

Scaramouche felt his heart soften. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to your forehead, much to the indignation of Oliver, who twittered away as normal. Still, it was better than it had been before. And, if Scaramouche could admit it to himself, he didn’t mind the idea of you pouring out to Oliver how much you missed him. It made him feel important, feel whole. And if your rude bird had helped at all, then Scaramouche could find it in him to respect Oliver, though only a little.

“I’m glad you thought of me.” He whispered to you. “And I’m glad you still had a confidante to talk to.”

And if the result was a parrot who no longer called him “Electro Boy”, then all the better.

 Xiao

Honestly Xiao couldn’t really see the appeal of pets. Something that was only cemented when he met your cat.

“And this is Honey.” You’d said softly, picking up the orange feline and cradling her in your arms. The cat made no sounds, instead it stared straight at Xiao, eyes narrow, gaze untrusting. Xiao was equally out of depths in this matter. What was he supposed to do? Pet it, presumably. Reaching out with hesitant fingers Xiao almost immediately pulled away, dodging an onslaught of clawing.

Ever since then there seemed to have been an odd hierarchy established, at least in Honey’s mind. She never let Xiao sit next to you, oh no, that would’ve been too generous. Instead Honey squeezed into the space between you two, no matter how small and wow was it small sometimes, meowing angrily as Xiao passed his arm over her head to hold your hand. Sometimes she’d try the tactic of walking all over you, lying on your lap, wrapping herself around your shoulders, and all the time glaring at Xiao as if he’d brought some sort of catastrophe on her for daring to try and get close to you.

“Your cat hates me.”

“She does not!” You exclaimed. “Honey doesn’t hate anyone! She just needs to get used to you.”

“She hates me. She thinks I’m beneath her.”

Xiao glared up at Honey, who was looming over the conversation via the bookshelf in your bedroom. Honey’s eyes narrowed and for a moment Xiao felt as if he’d somehow spilled the cat’s secrets. It wasn’t his fault that he knew what she was thinking. After all, hadn’t Xiao been like that for a time? An ornery soul who found most interactions beneath him? Who knew he’d be on the receiving end of that relationship someday. He certainly didn’t appreciate it now.

“You just need to get used to one another.” You continued to assure Xiao. “Honey’s a little bit possessive. It’s nothing personal. She’ll get over it.”

Well it’d been four weeks since that conversation and unfortunately Honey showed exactly zero signs of “getting over it”. Though perhaps she wasn’t clawing at him anymore, maybe because you’d actually scolded her for it, the gaze never left her eyes. The fact that she meowed loudly whenever Xiao made more contact than hand holding also didn’t help her case.

 Xiao sighed, staring at the sky as the sun began its descent beyond the peaks of Liyue. A cluster of trees ringed the back part of your house – trees apparently planted by your grandparents – and Xiao enjoyed perching in them to watch the sunset.

“At least here the cat will leave me alone.” He muttered.

It’d been a tiring day. Honey had been in a particularly bad mood – probably the result of Xiao staying the night – and the atmosphere in the house had become somehow so tense that Xiao figured taking a hike wouldn’t be a bad idea. Even if he found the whole exercise a bit demeaning.

“I’m losing to a cat.” Xiao called flatly out into the air. There was no reply of course, but he didn’t mind that. Imagine what his fellow adepti would think of him now, flailing around, trying to win the affections of a furball whose favorite pastime was being as irritating as possible.

Now Xiao heard a familiar yowl. Glancing down he spied Honey, hair standing on end, gripping a branch as if her life belonged to it. An old conversation rose to the front of his mind. Something about cats being able to go up trees very easily, but not so much down. What an idiotic creature, he thought to himself.

Still it’d be ill form to leave the poor idiot clutching onto the branch, so fighting his smugness as beset he could Xiao leaned over and attempted to wrench the cat from the branches. Honey let out a series of shrieks, claws digging into the bark, but eventually she relinquished and Xiao pulled her up onto his lap. Almost immediately she began pawing at his chest, meowing her indignancy.

“I know.” Xiao glared at the cat. “But they wouldn’t be very happy if you got stuck.”

As if to reply Honey narrowed her eyes, turning around to look at the skyline, rather than acknowledge the adeptus she was now laying on. Xiao hummed in response.

“You know things would be easier if you weren’t so aggressive.”

A meow in response.

“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you’re so territorial.”

Another meow.

“I suppose I’m like that. I also want them to myself. Things would be easier without you clawing at me. But they love you, and that’s what matters. I don’t know why but they do.”

Silence, perhaps Honey was insulted by the way Xiao spoke.

“I can’t say I’ll love you. But I’ll try to like you. As long as you try to like me.”

Silence again, but this time Xiao took it as an assent. Letting out a sigh he turned back towards the horizon, gaze drifting towards the peaks that Honey too was watching with interest. The night was alive with the soft chirps of insects, and a faint breeze ruffled Xiao hair, dancing through Honey’s fur. Xiao let out a sigh and, nemesis on his stomach, allowed himself a little rest.

You stared at the mismatched pair, a smile playing on your lips. How funny they looked, curled up together. Like two cats, one a panther, the other a tabby. And yet somehow the tabby was running the shots.

They look so peaceful, you mused to yourself, who knows what they might be like in the morning.

At the very least, you’d be sure to enquire about the nature of your partner’s conversation with your cat, something which had seemed very important to him.

[sntsryans]

Something feral tightens in her chest ⸻ a primitive urge to howl along her pup, lose herself to the moon above them. So close to the full moon, Ael feels her skin is stretched thin over the beast ⸻ spots itching where she is sure flesh and muscles are breaking to let fur through. However, strangely, it's not the prominent feeling gnawing at her heart ⸻ it's simpler, yet makes her choke on nothing but the suffocating pride shooting through her body. It leaves no room for air in her lungs, tugs the corners of her mouth in a shy smile, eyes watching intently ⸻ if they have a shine in them, of tears or happiness, Ael can't say.

Her pup is all grown up. Her child is an Alpha, one with such a powerful howl it makes her bones shake. Bitterness soon fills her throat. She didn't teach Artemis how to howl, didn't take them on their first hunt ⸻ didn't raise her child. Rationally, Ael knows she wouldn't have done either of these things. No. It would he her brother, whom she loved, that would've teached his chid how to be a wolf. A proper wolf. She doesn't want to be rational, not now.

She doesn't have time to ponder, for the wolves are crowding Artemis soon enough ⸻ as she had hoped they would. Oh, the kid is asking her for help. Her pup wants Ael to help them. Her heart explodes with warm, and she nods. A whistle escapes her lips ⸻ firm, cold. It's loud and calls to attention. God, she feels like her mother.

"Okay," shut up is wrapped around the outlines of a single word. "Alright, pups, is anyone hurt?" She doesn't smell blood from them, but the mix of scents and screams make her senses confused. "If you are, we will take care of you. Not here, though. We need to go. My car is just around the corner and⸻" Oh, she will have to drive all of them home, won't she? Fuck.

"Ugh, fine. Let's go. I guess I'm your designated driver for the evening. It's not like I have anything better to do." There's a silly face, a silly hand gesture, legs beginning to take her away from this party, hoping the wolves would follow like a pack of ducklings.

Just like him. Like who? Who was this stranger who had the exact shade of red hair that they've never seen on anyone outside of their family. And if that wasn't enough, then the way that it's like looking in a mirror. She knows Arte, even if they don't know her, and what's more, she knows their father. They don't know how to believe it when she says they're exceptional, because what can they realistically do?

Arte hears more screams and is about to turn back inside when the hand on their arm stops them again. Adrenaline vibrates through every cell, the nearly-full moon beating down on them without any cover. They can feel the curse, know that unlike any of the others here, they could turn tonight if they wanted, and let the monster loose, but there are too many innocent people around. And they don't need another reason to be chased away.

A howl. It seems so deceptively simple, yet obvious. They've spent more nights howling than they have sleeping, and there's a familiar scratch at the back of their throat, an instinct they have tried to suppress in order to assimilate within the confines of Port Leiry. How many nights have they howled, only to be met with silence in return? But Arte has no other idea and they tilt their head back to let out a mournful sounding call.

Maybe it's because they've howled more than they've talked, or because the full moon is looming, or because of the curse that afflicts them, but the sound carries, unnatural for a human voice, but fitting for that of a wolf.

Before it has even faded, they can already see a few wolves emerging from the shadows, where they'd been hiding or running or maybe even fighting, and Arte is startled as they do. One Eventide wolf comes bounding forward, calling out for them, and suddenly there are three or four of them all talking over each other at once. They give the stranger a panicked look, not having thought that far ahead. "Can you... will you help me? I don't..."

[henryobsessed]

The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 23

Word count: 2090

Warnings: Supernatural prophetic

A/N Happy Halloween to my American friends and whoever celebrates the holiday. Thanks to my Betas and Editor @sillyrabbit81 and @amberangel112 without these girls, you would not be getting as good a chapter lol

Chapter 23 – Jessie

Jessie held her hand to her mouth, trying desperately to stifle a laugh. They had just arrived at what Adam had described as the main house. But the building they had just walked into felt more like the main college building at Veterinarian University. It was enormous, but at the same time, it was warm and inviting, mostly made of wood and stone, and accented by the large fireplace in the entrance where they currently were standing. But the thing that had both her and Henry trying to withhold their laughter was the image of Tom being lifted bridal style into the arms of Adam.

His 7ft frame and broad shoulders were just missing the wagging tail. He was so happy as he yelled out to his family, “Mum! Dad! Come here! Uncle Henry bought me my mate for my birthday present.”

Jessie did kind of feel sorry for poor Tom, but Adam really was a good fit for him. He would bring him more out of his shell and maybe Tom might help temper some of the silliness in Adam. From all corners of the building, she could hear the sound of people laughing as they came running. Before she could take a breath, Adam and Tom were surrounded.

The noise was loud and raucous before all of a sudden, they fell silent as if having received a silent command to be quiet. Then they all moved away from Adam and Tom as a tall man about Henry’s height walked into the room. He wasn’t the tallest or the broadest in size, but he carried weight and authority in his presence that even had Jessie feeling like she needed to kneel before him. Beside him stood tall a woman, she also had authority in her gait but grace and elegance too. Her silvery hair flowed to her knees with small purple flowers delicately weaved into the crown braided into her hair. The two walked up to Adam and Tom, both with a gentle smile on their faces. Jessie could tell Tom was shaking but Adam held him tight, an action that seemed to calm him.

The older man cocked his head studying Tom. “So, you have found your mate, Adam.” Adam silent for a change nodded his head furiously. “Well, will you have us stand here in silence or will you introduce us to your precious one, child?”

Blushing furiously, Adam ducked his head towards Tom as if needing comfort himself. They exchanged some words then Adam released Tom who stood tall next to his mate their hands now clasped.

“Alpha, Luna, I wish to introduce you to Tom.”

The alpha held his hand out, taking Tom’s trembling reciprocated hand. “Welcome. It is nice to meet you, Tom, we are pleased that you are Adam’s mate. May I ask how old you are?” Jessie knew what was coming next and was glad Henry had already prompted the conversation to prepare Tom.

The nervous man looked down before lifting his head and saying, “Thank you for your welcome, I… this is all very new to me… to answer your question, I am nineteen. Henry has already talked to us about keeping things… PG until Adam turns eighteen. I will do what I can to make sure this happens Your Alpha, Sir.”

Jessie almost wanted to run over and hug her friend. His face was so beetroot red and she could tell that he was beginning to sway on his feet. But before anything could happen, the Luna stepped up and placed a hand on his shoulder, her other hand went to his cheek. She spoke softly to Tom something unheard by the audience. Tom’s shoulders visibly relaxed and a small smile lit his face before she turned and moved back to her Alpha.

The older man’s smile seemed to broaden then as he addressed Tom. “Thank you, young man. I believe our young pup will be in good hands. Now, where is this Uncle Henry who I have only ever met in his wolf form, hmm?”

Jessie’s heart started to pound, her hands start to tremble until she felt a hand slip into hers, and his warmth invaded her cold hands. His warm lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry, they are lovely, come meet our rescuers.”

They walked forward through the crowd, Henry stepped forward and bowed. “Alpha, I wish to thank you for all you have done for my family, you have taken great care of my nephew. It is my honour to present you my mate, Jessie.”

Before the Alpha could say a word, the Luna stepped forward. Jessie was mesmerised, she now knew why this was called the silver moon pack. Her hair was silver, but her eyes glistened liquid mercury and once their eyes connected, it was like she was caught, unable to look away. The Luna reached out and cupped her face, leaning forward she whispered, “For all the years that were stolen, you will be blessed tenfold. The family you have craved will build around you, and your little one will not be far away.”

Heart pounding, Jessie collapsed into Henry’s side as the bell-like voice shifted her attention to her mate. “Henry., it is a blessing to meet your human. Cherish this woman, she will be your guide and your helpmate. Trust in her intuition and she will be a worthy Luna to your pack. Together, your joy will return.”

She felt Henry tremble and then calm at her words. When she looked up, she saw tears threading down his cheeks. Who was this woman who spoke as if they had known all the trauma they had both been through? To speak into her future with authority and certainty?

She heard the noise of the crowd beginning to disperse, realising that the Alpha and Luna had left. She was terrified now that she may have offended them by getting lost in her emotions. But the terror was hand in hand with the awe and curiosity about who this woman was.

Strong arms wrapped around her. Pulling her out of her worry, looking at her his own eyes glistening with tears, was her mate. “What just happened Henry? I don’t understand”

His lower lip trembled slightly as he composed himself. “That�� That was the Luna of this pack and the reason it is so large. She… is the daughter of the moon goddess. We all flock to her and I, even without realising it, was trying desperately to get here to safety with Adam. It’s why the mating ceremony is held here every year because we all want the blessing of the daughter. That doesn’t happen much. In fact, for both Tom and you to be spoken to by her is unheard of in one visiting.”

Tingles ran down Jessie’s arms causing gooseflesh. She buried herself into Henry’s chest as she tried to make sense of this new supernatural world she was being introduced to.

“Uncle Henry, come on. Dinners being served.” Adams loud boisterous voice could be heard somewhere above her.

Chuckling at his youthful exuberance, she pulled back and looking at the large smile on Henry's face she replied “Can’t have you going hungry now, can we?” They both laughed, the tension and awe of the moment leaving them light-headed and giggly.

The great room held around fifty people, all talking and enjoying the platters of meat, vegetables, bread, dips and fruits. The noise and jovial atmosphere were exhausting to Jessie and she was looking forward to going back to the quiet of the hotel.

Wondering if they could slip away, she leant down to Henry’s ear. “Hen, I’m really tired. Can we maybe slip away and head back to the hotel?” She saw his face pale visibly at her request. He then looked around the guests till he found Tom, Adam, Joe, and Dillon. He caught Joe’s attention then turned back to Jessie.

He smiled, all be it a tentative smile. “We can’t leave yet. Why don’t we go and get some fresh air instead?”

Jessie knew something was up. If his demeanour and pallor was anything to go by, she wasn’t sure she was going to like it. He rose and held his hand out, and not seeing any reason not to, she took it.

Together they walked out onto a balcony that was off the great room. For a moment she gasped, taken by surprise at the stunning view of the mountains before her. There was nothing in the drive up to the building that gave away that they were seated so high or had a view of a valley that dipped and moved in the moonlight.

She felt Henry’s hand touch her arm, coming around to stand in front of her. She looked at him, a sheepish grin tugged at his mouth. “I had hoped to do some grand gesture and proposition, but Adam arrived early, and everything has moved so fast, I….” Her man got down on one knee looking up at her with hope shining in his eyes.

“Jessie, you are my Mate, and I want to spend the rest of my life learning about who you are. What things make you smile, giggle and laugh out loud. But I need to ask you officially, will you accept to be my mate and join me at the mating ceremony tomorrow?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box and opened it. There sat a small gold and silver entwined ring, with the most precious moonstone in the centre. Eyes focused on the man in front of her, he started to blur as the tears pooled against her lashes. Her heart thudded and her hands shook as she reached out and cupped his face.

“Henry, no man, has been able to get under my skin the way you have. I know there is this pull or werewolf thing that has linked us. But thank you for asking, for giving me a chance to say no…”

She heard a gasp from behind them and turned to see her family watching. Dillon’s hand was now across Joe’s mouth, effectively muzzling him.

She giggled at his interruption before turning back to the poor man still on his knee looking up at her with a pained expression. “Stand please, I want to look you eye to eye as I say this.” He took her hand and stood looking lost and his lip trembling. She stepped closer wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her forehead on his. “Henry, my love, my heart, my mate. I would be honoured to walk this life with you. I accept your proposal. Yes, Henry, I will be your Mate.”

She heard his sob, his blue eyes sparkling before she felt his lips claim hers and his arms tightened around her as he held her in a crushing hug. The longer they kissed, the louder the heartbeat in her ears became, the more it drowned out the hollering, whopping and laughing of the boys behind them.

Finally releasing each other, both gasping for air, Henry laughed, a sound that was brighter than any sound she had heard from him before. “Goddess, Jess. You just about scared me half to death. And you Joe! Remind me never to invite you to something like this again. That just extended my anguish.” Joe just laughed, joined by the rest of the family who was now enclosing the couple. Adam’s hug just about encasing the whole group.

They slowly made their way back into the room where the rest of the table joined in clapping and making raucous sounds. Just as dessert finished, all the women and some men stood and moved together several stopping by her chair.

“Time to go mate.”

She looked at Henry in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He looked just as confused, as an older woman stepped up and smiled at her, “Don’t worry love, you will see him tomorrow at your ceremony. But custom dictates you must spend the night apart. You will be safe here with us.” As much as she hated crowds and really just wanted to be back at the hotel in Henry’s arms, she knew how much tradition meant to this family.

She stood, leaned down and gave Henry a quick kiss and whispered, “You will owe me for this.” Before arms pulled her away into the throng of other mates heading to who knows where.

Chapter 24

[raynblaze]

The Vampire and the Werewolf

Farkas Wolfrik wasn't your ordinary child; he was a werewolf kid with white hair. He stood out wherever he went. He was also exceptionally smart and had a passion for science. His Uncle Lucan decided to enroll him into public school when he was around eight years old, instead of being homeschooled like most werewolf children. He thought it would be good for him, and he could make friends outside of Moonwood Mill. 

On his first day of class, Emilia Vatore, a vampire girl walked in and saw the white wolf child sitting at his desk. Emilia was never one to shy away from making a new friend, and just because he was a werewolf wasn't going to stop her. Her new spellcaster friend, Cyrus Stormsong, was also interested in getting to know the new kid. Emilia's twin brother, Eric, could care less. He sat alone at his desk, pondering why his father forced him to go to school during the day.

Emilia walked over and sat next to Farkas. 

"Hello, nice to meet you! I'm Emilia." She said with a big smile on her face. Farkas looked over and it took him a minute to process that this cute girl was talking to him. He was also trying to understand the scent he was picking up. 

"Hello, I'm Farkas. I'm a werewolf that just started school today. Nice to meet you too!" He said, smiling back at her.

"I'm a vampire, so is my brother!" She said, still with a cheerful expression on her face. Farkas always heard stories from his mother how dangerous and dark vampires are, but this girl was none of those things.

"My friend Cyrus here is a spellcaster, and I have mermaid friends also! I love all occults, and humans too!" She said. "Would you like to be my friend too?"

Farkas smiled at her. He thought he wouldn't fit in well at school, but this girl already made him feel so welcome. 

"Of course! Can I ask you something though?" Farkas looked at her curiously. "You can still go out during the day, and go to school...is that normal for all vampires?"

Emilia giggled. "Well, I haven't fully got my powers yet...but my parents want me to get used to getting out during the day! Unfortunately, my brother over there doesn't like the sun much...but I love it!"

Little Eric is content being by himself. He would rather go home and go to sleep, but his parents make him come to school. He doesn't like being out in the day, and prefers to stay up at night.

Cyrus laughed. "One of these days Emilia, I'm going to make your brother laugh! You have my word! He looks so sad! I hope we can become friends one day." Emilia smiled at Cyrus.

"Don't worry, my brother is a good kid. He'll come around eventually!" Emilia turned back to Farkas. "When I get my powers, I'm going to learn how to enjoy human activities just as much while I'm a vampire! Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I have to be all dark and spooky all the time!"

Farkas felt so relieved to see that not all vampires were bad. His Uncle Lucan told him that since he was just a little pup, but seeing it with his own eyes made him feel at ease.

"Would you like to come over after school and I can show you around Moonwood Mill? At least the area near my house, so you'll be safe. My Uncle is a strong werewolf, I'm sure he'd love to meet you!" Emilia smiled big.

“OH, I'd LOVE that!" she was so excited to see a new place outside of the dark and gloomy mansion in Forgotten Hollow.

When they arrived at the Wolfrik Mansion, Lucan Wolfrik was there to greet them. Lucan immediately took a liking to Emilia. He was always a big fan of Farkas branching out and meeting other occults.

He really likes that Farkas made a new friend. He just has to make sure his sister Lucy and the mother of Farkas, doesn't try anything. She is currently roaming the streets, hunting vampires, and causing chaos.

"Who knows, you two could get married one day and end this silly war between the werewolves and vampires once and for all!" He said jokingly. Farkas and Emilia both made disgusted faces.

"Ew, gross! She's my friend, Uncle!" Farkas stuck out his tongue.

Lucan laughed at them both. "I'm just messing with you. You guys have fun! It's going to be a clear night tonight, maybe you can show your new friend what you've learned about the stars?" Farkas smiled and nodded.

"I can't wait to show you the dog star! It's the brightest one in the sky!" Farkas said excitedly. "Sirius is the name.

"Emilia smiled at him. "Are there any vampire stars out there?

"Well, actually there is such a thing! It's a star that leeches hydrogen and energy from a close and nearby star. I can tell you all about it..."Farkas and Emilia lied down and looked at the stars that night, and a beautiful new friendship would bloom that would eventually lead to a romance between them. They would continue to look at the stars together to this day, and it became something they would cherish doing together to this day.

[thecountoflondonfansite]

Amber woke up again after some time, though she was well rested and no longer seemed to be disturbed by any horrific nightmares. “Are ye feeling better now, pup?” Henry asked in a gentle tone. Amber gave a small nod. “I’m okay daddy, no more bad dreams.” The young girl responded, though she still seemed sullen. This confused and worried both Henry and Edward. “Is something wrong, Amber?” Amber remained silent for a bit, not looking at her father. Henry could tell she was clearly still upset about something, though the pout on her face indicated to him that she was also clearly embarrassed about something. “Do ye want to talk about it now or later?” Henry asked his daughter, not wanting to push her but clearly concerned about her quiet behavior. Amber ultimately conceded with a huff. “I’m just mad because a bad dream scared me. Werewolves aren’t supposed to be scared by silly dreams.” The young wolf pup replied. Henry felt some relief after finally knowing what was bothering his daughter. Amber was in ways very much like her father and his counterpart. Neither liked expressing what bothered them to others. Amber also took after Hyde in trying to appear tougher than she really was much to Henry’s chagrin. Henry picked Amber up and placed her on his lap. “It’s alright to be scared of nightmares, Amber. There is nothing wrong with being afraid, even of bad dreams. Everyone gets scared of something, werewolves as well.” Henry reassured his child. Amber’s frown lightened into a more curious expression as she pondered what her dad had just told her. After a few minutes, Amber looked up at her dad. “Was mommy afraid of anything?” Amber asked. Henry felt a hitch in his breath as he recalled Amber’s mother. At first meeting, Morcant seemed like she feared nothing, not even death. After Amber was born, Henry saw a clear change in the normally fierce werewolf. Morcant seemed to flinch at sudden sounds while she held Amber. Morcant also gazed over her shoulder from time to time, glaring at every shadow. Henry was at first confused by the werewolf’s actions but soon realized it was Morcan’t maternal instincts kicking into overdrive. Ancient instincts telling her to protect her daughter at any costs. Henry recalled the great reluctance in Morcant’s eyes when she gave Amber to Henry and told him to take their daughter to a safe place until she was fully grown. He also saw another emotion that he soon realized was fear, fear of losing her precious child. That fear causing Morcant to make the ultimate sacrifice a parent dreads. Henry looked down at his daughter and gave her a small smile that did not reach his eyes. “Yes my little one. Even your mother had things she feared.” Amber’s eyes widened with surprise. She did like knowing more about her mommy but didn’t like bringing it up much since it made her daddy sad sometimes. “How about we forget all about those bad nightmares and enjoy a nice morning at the park before lunch. We can leave right after breakfast.” Henry suggested, trying to distract his daughter. Amber’s face lit up and gave a happy cheer of agreement at the idea. Henry took his car and drove he and Amber to the park. Before they left Henry made sure the door was triple-locked so no nefarious intruders could try and enter. He also spoke with Rachel and made sure that he had his phone on with him at all times in case Rachel needed to call him. Neither adults wanted a repeat of last time and they weren’t taking any chances. Still, as Henry arrived and got out of the car, his worries began to fester. His mind going through fantastical yet terrifying what if scenarios.

Henry felt devastated for his oldest friend. "That's absolutely horrible. I can't possibly imagine what Robert is going through. Even though he had issues with his father, this would no doubt affect him greatly.” His heart ached for Robert. Having lost his father due to a murder. Who could've done that? Was it the same person who attempted to kill Mr. Danvers Carew with the fire which Hyde got framed for? “You said it seemed personal. Why do you say that, old friend?” The lawyer took a moment to answer. “The murder was grisly and there wasn't anything stolen from the crime scene. It sounded more than just a robbery gone wrong. If it was truly that, expensive items would've been missing yet it all remained. I'm honestly shocked that Robert never told you. You two were always so close. Practically inseparable from college.” Henry looked visibly uncomfortable and solemn due to what his friend had said. “Thank you for telling me this. I do hope Robert will tell me about this on his own time. I won't force him or rush him.” Gabriel nodded at that. “Are you going to tell him?” The teacher seemed hesitant to answer that. “I will, once he has his own problems sorted. I would rather not add onto his problems with my own.” While it was true, Henry also didn't want to make things more complicated for Robert. He knew that his best friend had HJ7 and possibly could have ingested it. Leading to his own soul being split. It would only stress him out which could lead to his possible version of Hyde to get better control over him. It would only serve as ammo Robert's counterpart could use against him. “That is quite understandable. You two have been through a lot. Also considering the incident with your former employee. Mr. Hyde. It's been so stressful for both of you.” Hyde felt nervous whenever Gabriel would mention him. It felt like he could so easily uncover who he truly was to Henry. It was why he never appeared around him either. It's not that they didn't trust him. Not at all. As crazy as Hyde thought he was, he didn't want to possibly lose a friend he technically never met. He actually liked Gabriel and knew that the lies Henry kept would hurt the man deeply. It was a shared fear between Henry and Edward. “Thank you for understanding that, Gabriel. Also thank you for helping me.” Gabriel offered him a warm smile. “Of course. I would do anything for my dearest friends.” It troubled Henry. Why didn't Robert say anything about his father? Yet again, Robert did keep it a secret that he had a vial of HJ7 too. Becky looked confused, she had known about the murder of Dr. Lanyons father before he did. She was sure he would've known. Before the young girl could think about it further, she heard a voice calling for her. It was her uncle's voice. She listened to him calling, luckily Gabriel was too occupied with Henry to notice that. She went over to her father and tugged at his sleeve. Making Dr.Two-Brains lean over so she could whisper into his ear. “Dad, Uncle Alan is calling me. It sounds really urgent, I'll be back as soon as possible.” The mad scientist seemed reluctant to let her leave but nodded. “Alright, please don't take too long. Be careful.” With that said, Becky left. The moment she was alone, checking to make sure it was safe, Becky transformed and flew straight to Alan's and Hugh's apartment. She wondered why he called for her instead of going there himself. It must've been something serious. When she arrived, Becky went to the apartment she knew they resided in. Giving the door a couple of knocks before it was answered by Alan. Behind him were the other three of the four. “Uncle Alan? What are the others doing here?” His expression remained stoic. “We wanted to tell you something. We need you to tell your dad to turn his phone on. We have urgent information to tell him. Something has happened. We need to tell him what as well as the information we gained from it.”

Becky looked alarmed at what her uncle had just said. "Does it have something to do with Dr. Barriton?" Becky inquired as she remembered her dad telling her about the blonde scientist. Becky never really met him since the guy was fired when she was a baby. Her dad did describe him as an absolute narcissus and prick who was Athena's cousin. Becky didn't hold it against anyone to be related to that psycho woman since her twin brother Eris was a good person. She held the man's character and lack of morals against him. Alan shook his head. "No, it wasn't Calvin. Have you heard any of the adults speak of a Lucian Bennett?" Alan asked his niece. Becky pondered the question a bit and shook her head. "Not really, no." She answered. "Who is he?" The four looked at each other, not really sure how to explain. Hugh decided to speak about the man and his encounter to a degree. "We are not entirely sure who Lucian is as a person, but we know he is like Edward Hyde. By that, I mean he is the counterpart of someone who took the HJ7 formula." Becky's eyes widened at Hugh's explanation. There was someone out there who had their own Mr. Hyde! "Does Dr. Jekyll know about Lucian?" Becky asked in an urgent tone. The others gave a nod. "Yeah, he is aware of Lucian. He is also aware of the man having his own variation of the HJ7 formula though he isn't entirely sure how it is possible." Jenkins explained. "Listen, Becky. We really need to get in touch with your dad. It's difficult to explain but Lucian had nearly gotten physical with Hugh. We need to tell your dad what we know and what happened. Alan couldn't fly to Henry's house since it would have caused some alarm and we know the others are still recovering from Athena's attack. That is why he contacted you." Patricia explained in a serious tone. Becky nodded as she understood the gravity of the situation. "Okay, I'll get my dad." The heroine then took off back to Dr. Jekyll's apartment. "Where did your daughter run off too?" Gabriel asked. "Oh, she remembered she had to go outside and call her uncle Alan and let him know she couldn't spend the night at his and Hugh's home this Friday since personal things came up." Dr Two Brains quickly explained. Utterson looked surprised at the response. "She had to take her phone call outside." The lawyer exclaimed with a slightly suspicious tone. Two Brains internally panicked. 'Why can't this guy be as dumb as the rest of the civilians in this city.' "Oh well it was special bonding family thing they had this weekend though Becky is no longer feeling up to it. She and her uncle Alan have unique traditions that are not meant for other ears to hear. It shouldn't take to long for Becky to speak with Alan." Two Brains exclaimed. Henry seemed to catch onto the hidden meaning of his boyfriends' words and decided to help cover for him. "It's a strange but endearing characteristic that my boyfriend's family has. They like to keep their personal businesses private, even if it is just regular, family matters." Henry added. Gabriel looked a bit confused but quickly shook it off for now. "If you say so, Henry." He then turned to Dr. Two Brains. "So your brother is dating Dr. Mann?" Gabriel asked Two Brains shook his head. "No, Alan is dating Hugh, but he isn't my brother. He is technically my brother-in-law. He is Becky's mom's sibling." The mad scientist corrected. In what seemed to be a short amount of time, Becky returned inside. "Hey, kiddo. How did your talk with Uncle Alan go on the phone?" Dr. Two Brains inquired. Becky greeted her dad with a smile but Two Brains and Henry could tell that it was faked. "It went well, but he wanted me to let you know to turn on your phone. Hugh and the other four have been trying to reach you and see how you were doing." Becky respond. Two Brains looked embarrassed and quickly pulled out his phone to turn it on. His eyes widened as he saw the missed calls. "Oops. Sorry. I turned my phone off because I was having a conversation with Henry and didn't want to be disturbed." Two Brains exclaimed. @unhingedexperimenter