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Lycan 21 — werewolf hs

Y/N Y/L/N returns to her hometown, Alsfield, when her father falls ill, only to discover the town hides a dark secret—one protected by the mysterious Harry Styles. As Y/N unravels the town's mysteries, her plans to return to San Francisco are derailed.

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Y/N awoke to find herself alone in the bed, the warmth of Harry's presence now replaced by a lingering sensation on her neck. Bringing her hand up, her fingertips brushed against the mark he had left there. A jolt of tingling warmth radiated from the spot, sending shivers down her spine and confirming that it wasn't just a figment of her imagination.

With a mix of anticipation and curiosity, she hurried to the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath her feet contrasting with the warmth spreading through her body. Standing before the mirror, she gently traced her fingers over the mark, feeling the slightly raised skin beneath her touch.

It was different than she had expected. The mark was still fresh, a faint blush of pink surrounding the intricate pattern that Harry had left on her skin. But despite its newness, her body had already begun to heal around it, the skin smooth and almost seamless against her touch.

Y/N felt a shift within herself, a subtle yet undeniable change that left her feeling unsettled. She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but the sensation lingered beneath her skin, a whisper of something new and unfamiliar.

Nervously, she cracked open the bedroom door and peered down the hall. She realized then that she was scarcely dressed, the realization making her cheeks flush with embarrassment. With quick steps, Y/N hurried across the hall and slipped into her bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Meanwhile, in the living room of the pack house, Harry walked in to find an unexpected sight. "What are you two doing here?" His voice held a mix of surprise and delight as he greeted his parents. He had been roused from sleep through the mind link, duty calling him away even as his heart longed to stay with Y/N.

"We can't come visit our son?" Anne's voice was warm as she enveloped Harry in a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around his big frame. "We missed you dearly."

Harry returned the embrace, kissing his mother's head affectionately before turning to his father, who pulled him into a firm hug. "How was the Caribbean?" he asked, a grin playing on his lips.

"Too sunny and sandy. It was downright infuriating," Robin replied with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with humor as he hugged his only son.

"It was the beach, after all. What were you waiting for?" Harry chuckled as he made his way to the kitchen, his stomach growling in anticipation of breakfast. "Are you both hungry? Have you had a chance to eat?"

"Well," Anne began with a mischievous glint in her eyes, exchanging a knowing look with Robin.

"What?" Harry asked, returning with a piece of bacon dangling from his mouth and a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"Anne, I warned you this might not be the best idea," Robin interjected, shooting a cautious glance at his son.

"But we have every right!" Anne countered, her excitement bubbling over as she turned back to Harry.

"What are you two scheming now?" Harry inquired, a curious grin tugging at his lips. "Come on, spill it."

"A little birdie told your mother that you've found your mate," Robin revealed with a roll of his eyes, earning a gasp of excitement from Anne. "So, your mom here wants to take you both out for breakfast."

"I want to meet her," Anne exclaimed eagerly, her eyes bright with anticipation. "I promise to behave. Plus, how come we had to find out through Niall that you found your mate?"

"fuckin’ Niall," Harry groaned, rubbing the back of his head in mild frustration. "I was waiting for both of you to return from vacation. She's still asleep, though, so I can't promise anything."

"Harry, there are things the four of us need to discuss," Anne said with a more serious tone, her expression turning thoughtful as she looked at her son.

"She's sleeping. What do you want me to do?" Harry asked, a softness in his voice as he spoke of her rest. If she were human, it would take days and a lot of energy to fully recover from the marking.

"You smell different," Anne noted, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "You marked her already?"

"Anne!" Robin interjected sharply, sharing an incredulous look with his son.

"It's a private matter," Harry replied, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. He was keen on keeping the details of their relationship to themselves. "Listen, I can check, but I can't promise anything."

"Fine," Anne acquiesced with a smile, taking a seat.

Harry quietly made his way to their bedroom, his steps hesitant as he approached the door. To his surprise, the bed was empty.

"Pup?" Harry called out, knocking lightly before peeking into the room.

"In the bathroom!" Y/N's voice floated out to him, filled with a hint of cheerfulness.

"Ah, there you are," Harry smiled warmly as he entered, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He brushed her hair off her shoulder, revealing the mark on her neck. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, then her shoulder, his gaze lingering on the mark.

"I don't enjoy waking up to an empty bed," Y/N mumbled, her voice laced with affection. Harry smiled and kissed her mark instantly making her knees go week.

"Ah, won't happen again," Harry assured her with a smile, reveling in the scent of her now intertwined with his own. They were almost one, and the feeling was exhilarating. "You look good and smell good," he added, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as he nuzzled closer. His beard was prickly, tickling her softly.

"Stop," Y/N giggled, her eyes sparkling as she finished applying powder and blush. "What have you been doing?" she asked, turning to face him.

"Nothin'," Harry replied with a mischievous grin, his hands moving to wrap around her waist. "Just waiting for you to wake up." With a swift movement, he lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the counter. The sudden change in height brought them closer, and the air between them crackled with electricity.

Sparks of desire ignited within him, his wolf urging him to claim her. But Harry held back, knowing he needed to give her the space to decide. His hands rested gently on her hips, his gaze locked with hers, a silent question lingering in the air.

Their eyes locked in a silent dance of desire and anticipation. Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Harry's body, his scent enveloping her in a heady embrace. She traced her fingers along the contours of his face, feeling the rough stubble beneath her touch.

With a primal need driving him, Harry closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting into a blazing inferno of desire.

The mark on her neck burned brightly, a symbol of their connection and the beginning of their bond. And as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, united as one.

Her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. Harry's hand tangled in her hair, gently pulling her closer as his lips hungrily met hers.

The kiss was electric, sending shivers down her spine as their bodies pressed together in a feverish embrace. Y/N moaned softly against his lips, the sound muffled by the intensity of their kiss.

Harry's touch was both tender and possessive, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that ignited a fire within her. She arched into him, craving more of his touch, more of him.

With a primal need driving them both, their desire consumed them, the heat between them reaching a fever pitch. Harry's lips trailed a path of fire along her jawline, down her neck, and to the mark he had left on her skin.

Y/N gasped as his lips brushed against the sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating passion that consumed them both.

"Fuck," Harry growled, his voice rough with desire as he abruptly pulled away from her, feeling his wolf surge to the surface from the overwhelming emotions.

"What happened? Did I do something wrong?" Y/N asked nervously, her eyes wide with concern. Harry pressed his hands against the wall, the coldness soothing against his heated skin. He turned to look at her, his gaze dark and intense.

"It's not your fault, pup," he rasped, his voice husky with need. "If we keep going... I won't be able to hold back." His eyes burned with a primal hunger, a fierce desire that threatened to consume them both.

Y/N felt her heart race at his words, the raw intensity in his gaze sending a thrill of excitement through her. She knew the power they held over each other, the undeniable connection that bound them together.

"Harry," she whispered, her voice filled with longing as she reached out to touch him. "I want you... all of you."

Harry's smile was tender as he walked back to her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and regret. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips, his touch soft and fleeting. Then, he took both of her hands in his, bringing them to his lips as he kissed them tenderly.

"I want you too, pup," he murmured, his voice husky with longing. “Trust me. I really want you. You have no idea how hard this is” He swallowed "But we can't right now." Y/N frowned, a pang of embarrassment washing over her. She had been rejected twice now, and she couldn't understand his sudden change in mood.

"My parents are downstairs," Harry continued, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand in a soothing gesture. "They want to take us out."

Downstairs, Harry's parents were still patiently waiting for them. The majority of the pack was off in training, leaving the pack house unusually quiet.

"Do you think they're ever going to come down?" Anne whispered to Robin, who was flipping through the television channels.

"Honey, they've just found each other," Robin replied with a chuckle, glancing over at his wife. "They're young and in love. Let them have their time."

Anne sighed, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I know, I know," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. "It's just that I'm so excited to meet her. I want to make sure she's good and feels comfortable. I know how overwhelming everything becomes”.

Robin chuckled, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders. "I'm sure she's good," he reassured her. "Harry's a lucky man to have finally found her”.

Just then, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caught their attention. Harry and Y/N appeared in the doorway, hand in hand, their smiles bright and their eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Sorry for the wait," Harry said with a sheepish grin as they approached. "We got a little distracted."

Anne's eyes widened in understanding, and she grinned knowingly at her son. "Oh, I see," she said, winking at Y/N. “I am Anne and this is my husband Robin”

“Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you” Y/N could finally understand where Harry’s eyes came from. He looked just his mom. Anne smiled at her, "Well, come on then, you two. Let's go get some breakfast. I am starving”

Robin drove them to a very special place, a quaint little restaurant tucked away in a cozy corner of town. It held a special significance for Robin and Anne—it was the same place where they had their first date, where their love story had begun.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Harry's eyes lit up with recognition. He smiled, a warm feeling of nostalgia washing over him.

"Am I dressed appropriately?" Y/N whispered to Harry as he helped her out of the car.

"You look stunning," Harry replied, his eyes filled with admiration as he took in her appearance. "It's just breakfast, and it’s just my parents”

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, the warmth of his lips sending a shiver down her spine. With a smile, he shut the car door behind them, feeling excited for the breakfast ahead.

They were seated on a table under the big willow tree that had grown in the middle of the restaurant.

“This place is special," Robin said, pulling a chair for Anne. "It's where Anne and I had our first date.”

Anne smiled, her eyes sparkling with fond memories. "We always dreamed of bringing Harry and his mate here one day," she added, looking at Harry with a hint of mischief.

Harry grinned, feeling a rush of happiness at the thought.

"So, how do you like it here?" Anne began her gentle interrogation after they all ordered their drinks.

"I love it," Y/N replied with a warm smile. "I still have so much to learn, but I'm trying my best." Anne nodded in understanding, sensing the sincerity in Y/N's words. She could tell that she had a good heart.

"Sometimes it can be overwhelming, I'm sure," Anne commented sympathetically. "But you're doing great. Managing it all."

Y/N nodded, grateful for Anne's understanding. "It's definitely a lot to take in sometimes, but I'm learning to manage."

"I understand completely," Anne said, a reminiscent smile on her lips. "When I first became mated to Robin here, I tried to escape a few times," she confessed, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I wasn't ready for all the responsibilities of being Luna. I wanted to go to college, travel the world...be free."

Y/N nodded, listening intently to Anne's words.

"However, the bond is incredibly strong," Anne continued, her gaze thoughtful. "It's easy to underestimate its power. As the days go by, it only grows stronger until neither of you can bear to be apart."

"It's like an invisible thread that ties you together," Anne explained, her eyes softening with memories. "You'll feel each other's emotions, sense each other's presence even when you're apart. And when you're together, it's like the world fades away and it's just the two of you."

Harry watched Y/N closely, his heart swelling with affection. He reached for her hand under the table, intertwining their fingers. The warmth of her touch grounded him, reassuring him that she was right there with him.

“It’s not all gold and glitter” Robin chimed in, a fond smile on his face. "But it's also a responsibility. You'll have the pack to lead, decisions to make together. And you'll have to learn to navigate the intricacies of the wolf world."

Y/N nodded, her mind racing with all the possibilities and challenges ahead. But in that moment, sitting in the cozy restaurant with Harry's hand in hers and his parents' supportive presence, she felt a surge of confidence.

"We'll figure it out together," Harry said, his voice filled with determination.

"Of course you will," Anne said, beaming at them both. "And you'll have the whole pack behind you, ready to support you every step of the way. Now tell me when will we meet your parents?”

The smiles that had adorned their faces vanished in an instant, replaced by a somber air. Harry's hand instinctively moved to Y/N's back, a silent gesture of comfort and support.

"Mom," Harry's voice was gentle, his eyes filled with understanding as he looked at Y/N. "Y/N's mom passed away when she was younger, and her relationship with her father... it's complicated."

Anne's expression immediately softened, her features mirroring her regret for her unintentionally insensitive question. She placed a hand over her heart, her eyes conveying her heartfelt apology.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea” Y/N nodded and gave her a small smile.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur of laughter and stories. Y/N felt like she was already part of the family, welcomed with open arms into this world that was so new and yet felt so right.

As they left the restaurant, the sun was shining bright overhead, casting a warm glow over everything. Harry held Y/N's hand tightly, his gaze filled with love and promise.

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mangher · 12 days ago

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In this verse, he's a pure blood werewolf.

Rather than being born somewhere close to human habitats, his home was deep in the forest. His childhood was rather uneventful, if not a bit lonely. Often he'd sit by a window and stare at the sky he could see above the trees and hope, wish, that he'd have a friend. Darius's parents did their best to keep their pup company, but as adult werewolves, they had other priorities as well.

Darius met Lance when he was held captive in order to be sold off to a collector. The highest bidder would get themselves a real werewolf. The transformation kept with a cocktail of various drugs, not allowing him to change back to his human form.

Had Lance not busted him out when he did, Darius would most likely have died from dehydration or starvation, or by the hands of his new "owner".

Now he's more or less Lance's personal heater and bodyguard. His fluffy body is excellent at keeping Lance warm and safe from the elements, when he's curled around them.

His weaknesses are wolfsbane and silver. On the day when it's the new moon, he can't shift into his monster form, making him more vulnerable though not helpless as he still possesses unnatural strength compared to a human. He's also got strong instincts that keep him safe more or less.

When he shifts from his monster form to a human he's naked.

Darius has scars on the side of his jaw and over the bridge of his nose where the muzzle dug in.

Great hunter and tracker.

Loves cuddles a lot and acts like a lapdog when possible.

Very imprinted on Lance.

Heals fast. Is very sturdy. Relatively indestructible to a certain degree; not immortal. Enough damage will kill him.

His lycan, or monster, form is huge, just massive, muscular; like an apex predator should be. Intimidating in size alone. Darius's fur is more of a sandy grey tone or a dirty blond / cream color.

When they go into towns or smaller cities, Darius may walk on all fours in his monster/lycan form. It looks rather uncanny.

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bobvelsebobsession · 5 months ago

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bobvelsebobsession · 4 months ago

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Love when the big guy holds me, so warm and inviting 💕

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littlelesbinonny · 2 years ago

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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 9: In Which Rusted Gates Open Up Pt. 1

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Donna and Alcina went their separate ways.

There was an undeniable damper placed over Alcina, trapping whatever bliss she had left over from the night with you.

She could sense the wayward glances from many of the vampires she passed on her way through the underground city. The news of Charles' beheading of course spread like a wind-blown wildfire, and vampires were nearly worse than gossiping small towns folk. The bit about the 'human pet on the side' would likely be picking up much more steam now.

Vampires keeping humans as 'pets' wasn't so uncommon several hundred years ago, in fact it was nearly regular practice. But fighting and bickering and pissing matches usually turned things exceptionally ugly between vampires, the humans were always the recipients of the worst of it, and any vampire with some semblance of their humanity left intact ended up wounded beyond repair at their deaths.

Mother Miranda had put an end to human pets and lovers long ago. It was far too risky and they didn't survive well underground like the vampires did. And, she found it tacky and unbecoming of a vampire to be so weak.

Alcina shuddered at the memories that crawled back in about that fateful night. She could still feel Mother Miranda's blade in her side at times.

She scoffed. If only that had been the worst of the damage.

Regardless of her suffering, it didn't change who she was deep down. Not every spec of her humanity had been expunged.

Let them talk, let them plan, let them be conspiratorial.

She didn't care.

Should she be worried? It was good as anyone's guess at this point.

The threat was real. But so was she. Through her long reign as monarch, there had only been three to tests their limits with her. Charles was the latest, and the other two ended about the same way. Alcina wasn't to be trifled with. They knew this, vampires and lycans alike. But there would always be the menacing little funguses growing somewhere in the dark.

Putrid fucking imbeciles.

Humanity in tact or not, she did not lack brutality and vengeance.

Upon entering the front door, she could hear her daughters in the kitchen riled up about something. As she removed her jacket their loudness gave way to laughter, and then she heard that voice.

At the kitchen island was Bela, Cassandra, Daniela and Heisenberg.

Who was lighting something on fire on the marble countertop.

"What the hell are you doing, Heisenberg!" Alcina shouted, hands on her hips and a scowl to unravel even the tightest rope.

"Ah shit - uh - Alcina -" he garbled taking some left over matches out from between his teeth, "just showing the girls some fun science!"

The girls were immediately trying to cover up the very apparent mess that had been made; stuffing things in their pockets and handing more things behind their backs to Heisenberg as if their mother wouldn't see.

Her visage hadn't changed and Daniela piped up immediately.

"Uncle Karl was just showing us some cool new pyro techniques! We haven't broken or ruined anything! We uh, we weren't sure when you'd be home - we were going to have everything cleaned up!"

"Clearly. But really, in the house, Daniela?! Heisenberg if you blow up my manor I swear - "

"No, no! Nothing explosive, promise - it's all fire, no bang," Karl tried as he scooped a pile of some sandy looking material to one side, "doesn't even hurt the surface, see?"

"That is not helping your case," Alcina bit, "I have told you time and time again if you must play with your little experiments and weapons DO NOT DO IT IN MY HOME, and girls, you know better."

There were a bunch of muddled whispers and murmurs as the girls helped Karl clean up and pack his stuff. Alcina was already pouring herself a glass of blood wine and rubbing her forehead in perplexed amusement.

Karl cleared his throat and said a quick goodbye, tipping his hat to Alcina as he skirted his way out the door.

Everyone was now quiet. The girls were doing their best to hide their snickering but it did halt the moment Alcina turned her stern gaze their way.

"Why was that hairy overgrown trilobite in our home?"

"Sorry, Mother," Bela offered first, stuffing her smile, "he knows how much Dani and Cass love fire and brought over some materials that burn really pretty colors when lit on fire."

Alcina took another sip of wine and raised her brows, "Ah... and how did he come to this discovery?"

"Accident." The three answered together.

She nodded in unsurprised fashion and walked over to each daughter, kissed them on their foreheads, and left for the hall.

"I'm turning in for a while, girls," Alcina called disappearing further into the manor, "and Dani, don't you dare light more of that on fire - I know he gave you a handful before he left!"

Cassandra and Bela looked at each other with wide eyes before bursting into giggles. Dani frowned.

Alcina closed the door to her bedroom and undressed, wrapped herself up in a white silk robe, and took a seat at her vanity, staring at herself in the mirror.

She was feeling bitterly numb.

Donna had a way of keeping her grounded when she needed it. But she didn't want to feel grounded. She didn't want to be tethered to the earth. She wanted to be with you, wherever you were, wherever cause and effect might take you both. But, alas, perhaps this happiness wasn't hers to have.

Perhaps that was just Mother Miranda talking.

Alcina leaned forward on the vanity and buried her face in her palms, taking slow steady breaths, mulling over the reminder she was always in danger.

So much power. Power to do nearly anything in the world, and it came with a heavy price. No freedom.

Stupid.

So fucking stupid.

After she finished her wine Alcina drew a bath and fully submerged herself, lavishing in the warm embrace of the water, a glint of a thought wishing perhaps it was your arms instead.

NO.

She scolded herself, emerging to the surface with a short gasp for air.

Alcina ran her long fingers through her soaked hair and leaned back into the tub. Staring into nothingness, regulating her breathing as she wiped the running mascara from under her eyes.

Her hand slowly trekked to her side where she fingered the large, ugly scar there.

'I want to make sure you never forget this as long as you live, Alcina.'

Held up by one arm, weak, and at her mercy, Alcina screamed out as Miranda plunged the dagger just below her ribs. The searing pain and fire that tore through her from the blade made her insides shrivel and cake like dried mud. It was excruciating.

'This is only half a price to pay, Alcina! You should be grateful you're one of my favorites!'

Alcina swallowed the memory with a gulp and shut her eyes.

It still wasn't as painful as the loss of her.

She feared more debts.

She feared for you.

But more than anything, she feared life now without knowing you.

Was it worth it?

What danger was she intentionally placing you in front of to face?

The next day was... weird.

You weren't sure if it was the lack of sleep, but everything seemed to be different.

Noises were more intense. Lights were more intense. Colors, vibrations, smells, surfaces under your fingertips, you name it.

You didn't have a hangover though, could it have been the wine?

Lack of sleep, or wine.

Or, both?

Anyway, all you knew was that shit was just weird. You didn't sleep very long, give or take 4 hours, and you were up and out the door to grab some actual food for your apartment. Wine and pancakes were fine once a month for 'sustenance', but you couldn't live like that.

You did know, that beyond all the hyper sensations you were dealing with, you were happy. Content, even. And that was a big deal.

Sure, you could always make yourself comfortable; nestle in to any situation and create a semblance of peace, you were uncannily adaptable that way. Always had been. But you were actually happy. You had some vigor in your veins. It had been a long time since you'd felt that way, to be honest.

Yes, your lady vampire, Alcina, played a huge role in it.

You had hooked yourself up in the idea of her like one chain link to another. She was enthralling. A bewitching experience. It seemed like the more you thought of her the more alive you kept feeling.

Man, hyper fixations were a bitch.

But, whatever, right? If chasing dopamine and serotonin involved her, you'd chase till you were dead.

Besides, this was no one-sided prey versus predator. She was fully as involved as you were, whether she would show it or not, you could tell. What vampire in their right mind does what she was doing? And what human in their right mind played along?

You could be insane together, that was fine with you.

Then again, it got you thinking. What was she doing, exactly? What was the end game here? Was there one? Did there have to be one? What was in it for her? What was in it for you? How long was this whole thing going to last?

Jesus Christ could your mind shut up for half a minute.

When you made it back to your apartment you went into a cleaning tizzy; half from overactive nerves about everything, half from anxious excitement for her return tonight.

She would be back tonight, right?

Well, at least you'd have a clean apartment regardless.

There were moments as you were cleaning, so immersed in your thoughts, you could almost feel her hands on your face again. See her reflective grey-mirrored eyes shimmering in front of you; an ocean full of seafoam and starlight, silver feathers and pale golden rays. You could stare into those eyes for hours. Days. Fuck it, eternity.

You could nearly make out every line on her face, every crease and delicate wrinkle; the laugh lines, the crow's feet, the perfect paleness of her skin tone, the drastic contrast of her crimson lips... a spark erupted in your core as you imagined kissing those lips yet again and you had to stop wiping down the counter and pause.

"Holy shit..." you mumbled, dragging the back of your arm across your brow, the overwhelming sensation of heat flooding your stomach increasing before eventually giving way.

Holy shit, indeed.

Alcina beckoned forth unspoken things from your body you really could not describe accurately even if you tried. If a panic attack could be brutally arousing and pleasurable all in the same breath, that's the best way you could explain it. Like how your stomach drops out from under you when a roller coaster plunges several hundred feet. You think you're going to die for those brief moments, not knowing if your body will handle the overpowering adrenaline, and then - poof - back to earth, back to reality, you made it out alive.

And you were definitely shaking.

You took a big long drink of some icy water and decided a cool shower was very likely in order.

Rarely did you wish away your days, but today was a bitch of an exception. You. Were. Ready. For. Night fall.

You had spent more hours than you can ever recall getting ready.

Luckily you had plenty of time.

The apartment was spotless, cleaner than it'd ever been since occupying it. Candles of every color were everywhere; on shelves, on tables, the bookcases, and windowsills.

You chuckled. This place looked like a witch's coven getting ready for a sacrificing ceremony. But it was pretty, dammit!

Natural light, candlelight included, was your absolute favorite. If you never had to have an ugly ass overhead light on ever again in your life it'd be too soon. This is how you liked it. Easy on the eyes. Comfortable.

Finally pleased with everything you turned on some easy listening lofi, laid back on the couch, and waited.

Alcina stood outside at the bottom of your apartment complex. Hands in her long trench coat pockets, eying your windows on the 17th floor that were lit like the sunset. She smiled.

It was a little late, well passed 11, but she knew you were still awake.

Scaling the building with little effort she hopped her way off your balcony banister silently, noticing the glass door was already open.

She allowed herself in and shut it, walked through your room, down the short hallway, and found you lounging on the couch scrolling through your phone.

You looked beautiful. It made her teeth ache.

Alcina cleared her throat gently and leaned against the wall, folding her arms under her chest and tucking one ankle behind the other.

Your eyes shot in her direction and ate her up with a knowing smirk, excitement revving it's engine at her mere presence.

Yes! You knew she'd come.

Rising slowly and reaching to your side you grabbed her gloves and held them in the air, "Come back for these?" you asked as your smirk widened.

Her own also grew, "Perhaps."

Her reply was so confidently smooth it frazzled you. Lifting yourself off the couch you made your way towards her, stopping in the middle of the living room, gloves still in your hands.

"If I give them back will that null and void your visiting policy?"

Alcina nearly snorted. You were insufferably cute. And irresistible.

Two of her long strides brought her face to face with you. Peering down into your eyes she pursed her lips and leaned in very gently towards your ear; "That remains to be seen," she cooed, brushing her lips ever so slightly against your cheek as she pulled away.

Your whole being quaked.

There was another shot of that familiar adrenalin. Her scent left you lightheaded, not to mention the silkiness of her voice, the lips grazing your cheek.

Goddamn.

This one was going to hurt. She was going to hurt. You didn't know exactly what that meant. But that's all you knew.

The way she sauntered passed you and took claim of the chair once again had your jaw slacked and brain sputtering.

So rude. So good.

Alcina knew it.

She had taken off her trench coat and laid it across the back of the chair, revealing her form hugging high waisted pleated pants, black of course, and a gold silk, high collared button up blouse. The buttons were undone just enough at the top. Of course they were.

Of course they were.

Goddamn. She looked like an uptown millionaire lawyer ready to take down an entire courtroom.

I'm guilty! Throw me in the can! Your mind shouted.

You cleared your throat, more for yourself, and sat where you had the night before.

Alcina eyed you intently as you fidgeted like a fussy cat until you had found your desired resting position. She wanted to cup your face and adore you so much more closely.

"Ok, so..." you began, upsetting the silence, fingering her gloves that rest in the crook of your lap, "I have so many questions, may I ask?"

Silver hues glinted as her eyelids narrowed slightly, her smile widening as she tilted her chin up and mused on your question.

"Ask what you like. I will answer or I won't."

Well. Ok then.

Now where to start?

Feeling the gloves at your fingertips, you looked down quickly at then back to her, "On your gloves, what does the A. D. stand for?"

Oh dear. You wanted her full name. You didn't miss a thing, did you.

"It is my initials; Alcina Dimitrescu."

You couldn't have stopped the widening of your eyes if you tried. That was easily the most beautiful, eloquent name you'd ever heard in your life.

"That's... that's gorgeous. What nationality is that?"

Alcina's grin was fed by your delight, "Romanian."

"Are you from there or were you born here?" you pressed, the hunger for her story getting more and more famished.

A sigh left her lips. Surely you'd ask all these things eventually, clearly she couldn't stay away, so, off the deep end you were going.

"I was born there, yes."

She sure wasn't offering up much information without a fight, was she. You began to realize your approach with her would have to be just as cunning. Fine. You can play that game.

Perching your chin on your palm you ate her up with your eyes, "Tell me how you ended up here in New York, what brought you all the way over here?"

Hmph. Now you were asking the right questions. Fine, Alcina decided to give in.

"My career brought me here. I was an only child born to a business obsessed family; their focus and ambition was wine, and I, being the only child was solely expected to take on and over said business. I wanted nothing to do with it. I was drawn to music, the arts, anything that gave me attention, as I got none from my parents. Luckily, I was born with a gift of singing. I honed it, perfected it, and joined a jazz band at a young age..."

Her musings took her down a dreary walk of memory lane but she pushed the dampness aside and continued.

"I was fortunate enough to have a manager who cared more about my thriving than my parents and urged us on to bigger and better things, here in the United States."

What the hell. Well that definitely explained how absolutely captivating her humming was last night. You wanted to hear her sing so badly. Actually sing. Not humming. But you could come back to that, another thought had its hand raised and flailing in the front of the classroom.

"When... when was that?"

"1949."

Ope. There it is. You knew she was likely much older than she appeared, vampires being undying and all, but you didn't want to come right out and ask so blatantly. Was that rude in the vampire world? You didn't know.

"So... when, er, how did you..."

"Become what I am?"

You licked your lips after tentatively nodding. You legitimately couldn't help your curiosity, but you didn't want to overstep or be rude. How the hell does one navigate a Q and A with a vampire?

Alcina nodded in response, understanding your curiosity and eager mind.

"I inherited my families rare blood disease, porphyria cutanea tarda. It ailed me from a young age but it stayed manageable enough. It wasn't until I was in my 20's that it began producing severe setbacks. Treatment back in those days was primitive, minimal at best. Doctors didn't understand it the way they do now, so my ability to bounce back continued to decline. Unfortunately, my illness split up the band; we dissolved not 5 years in being here, and I became progressively sicker as the years went on. I had no one to take care of me and I became nearly bedridden in my final months."

Her eyes had dropped away from you and to the floor as she readied herself to relive the short recap of what she was now about to tell you, Alcina's melancholy doing its best to rear its ugly head.

"It was in 1958 when I was turned. A vampire, Mother Miranda, found me. I came to find much later she had been a fan of the band and heard me sing many times. After my disappearance from the stage she sought me out, only to find me very near my death. She offered me a new life, and I took it."

Your heart ached. Yes, this was a trial version of the story, but still. Alcina was alone, sick, dying, with no one in the world to turn to. You knew how that felt and it upset you greatly she had to endure it. But there was another solemness behind the words, something stinging about this Mother Miranda she spoke about. As if a way out of death had been offered, yet it seemed heavy, burdened with a different affliction, a price.

How could you respond?

"I'm - I'm really sorry, that you had to suffer alone."

Alcina returned her gaze to you. You were so genuine it almost hurt.

"It is not for you to apologize for."

There was a strong softness behind her eyes now, that hidden gem of her truth you'd barely caught a glimpse of last night, now more forthwith and presented to you. You didn't want the sadness to snuff out her story.

"How old are you now, then?"

A brief pause lingered as Alcina thought, a tilt of her head and then the reply, "108, as of last November."

Oh. Wow.

"A November baby, huh?"

"Yes, November 4th, 1914."

"Ooo, a Scorpio."

"Oh dear," Alcina huffed a laugh, "you do seem the type to be into astrology."

"Hey, don't knock it," you giggled back, "it's entertaining!"

You. Loved. Her. Laugh. You could listen to that all day long. It was perfect. The way her laugh lines deepened, excruciatingly beautiful, the turn of her lips, how the fuck was anyone this perfect?

A little more laugher later you scooted just a little closer to the arm of the couch and studied her, "What was it like, being turned?"

"Painful," her response came swiftly, yet surprisingly devoid of emotion, "it's a sensation I cannot describe. The aftermath, though, was very... rewarding."

"How do you mean?"

"It is a rebirth of your body. It dies, you, your body dies, and then when you reawaken everything feels new. It's almost as if you're relearning everything you once knew after forgetting. Only, the heightened sensations never go away; every sense within you is magnified tenfold," she halted briefly as she reminisced, "things are a familiar new, things you once considered intense now pale in comparison. It's exhilarating in the beginning, and then you must learn how to control it."

"Like hunger, right?"

She nodded slowly, remembering the visceral, devouring hunger she felt in her young vampire years. A spark flickered in her eyes, "Yes... especially the hunger."

You remember her bite all too well. You'd be lying if you said you didn't wish for it again; to feel her so close, helpless in her clutches, those fangs piercing your skin as her warm mouth drank you in.

You needed a segue quick.

"Do you..." your voice cracked a little, "do you like being a vampire?"

How on earth was Alcina supposed to answer that question? That was an hour long explanation at best. How does one explain the pros and cons to something of such magnitude? It had cost her so much, and yet her gains were nearly measurable.

"Yes. And no," Alcina replied with a new tone upon her voice, thoughts drenched more of what she lost, gave up, and had torn away from her more than her gifts, "that's an explanation I cannot give you."

Her voice finished as a whisper and you regarded her there in that moment. This was a true display of her depths, of the core of who she was, and you wanted to reach out, into her, pull it from the recesses of the dark and hold it close to you, next to your heart and heal whatever wounds you could.

There was never a doubt in your mind that the stories and movies depicting vampires held merit; how could a person who could not change manage in an existence that never stopped changing? Was it a gift or a curse? How does one play the middle ground?

Boldness gripped you.

"Alcina," you said, reaching out slowly to place your hand over hers that rest on the arm of the chair, "you don't have to explain anything, you don't even have to answer my questions, I just can't help but to want to know you... you owe me nothing."

You were an enigma yourself, indeed.

Alcina's whole body warmed at not only your touch, that soft, gentle, unique touch, but so much so at your words. Oh, you are pressing my limits, my pet, she thought. Your pureness was refreshing and wholly encompassing, she wanted to turn into you away from the world just as badly as you did her, it seemed.

Dare she?

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/reader #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #lesbian #wlw #f/f #fanfic #fic #karl heisenberg #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #slow burn #pining #angst

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arcadia-city-stories-if · 4 years ago

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Arcadia City (WIP)

Welcome to Arcadia City!

Touted as a modern day utopia, where everything is achievable and anything is possible, the largest free city state to ever exist has become a beacon of progress and technological advancement that has stepped to the forefront of global importance after an exponential boom in population in the last few decades.

Frequently referred to as the 8th Wonder of the World, will the city live up to its highly polished reputation? Or can a city that is 90% owned by shady corporations, taking advantage of the city's unique laws and loopholes, truly have anything other than the seediest of underbellies?

Plot

Play as a small town deputy sheriff who, after a surprise run-in with a supernatural creature, somewhat impulsively accepted a job with the not-at-all suspiciously vague 'Agency' that had mysteriously shown up in the forest immediately following your little moonlit encounter.

Eager to get away from the home town you've never left, and the bad memories trapping you there, you're now moving half way across the world to start afresh in the most infamous city in the world, to work for a governmental agency that most people don’t even believe exists.

Whether or not you're just jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire is yet to be seen.

Features:

Customise your name, gender, appearance, skill-set and personality.

Explore 5 romance options, 2 of them gender selectable, with both human and supernatural beings.

Tactfully avoid the mystery 6th partial romance route that would definitely, without a doubt, be a mistake to succumb to.

Choices matter. Find your way as your world becomes bigger, both literally and figuratively, than you ever could have imagined.

Get settled into your new job, explore the city, and maybe solve a mystery or two along the way.

| Contains graphic descriptions of violence, grief, physical and verbal abuse, mild body horror and sexual situations | Rated 18+ |

Demo (TBA) | RO Appearances | Ro Playlists |

RO’s under the cut!

Harrison Murphy, early 30's. (m)

-The New Partner-

Abnormally tall, he has dark eyes and sandy brown hair that's slightly too long to be considered professional.

Sporting a pleasant farmers tan, he'd probably be traditionally good looking if it wasn't for the constant 5 o'clock shadow, a nose that's clearly been broken more than once, and the perpetual scowl he wears which may, or may not, have something to do with the endless supply of nicotine gum he's currently getting through a day.

Even with his gruff nature the man is surprisingly well liked across the city, and always willing to go the extra mile for those he considers a friend.

Shae Amana, 30. (nb)

-The Government Handler-

Just shy of 5'9, with an accent so neutral you're convinced it can't be genuine. They have long (dyed) dark silver hair, light blue eyes and deep golden skin, with splashes of freckles across their cheeks, among other places.

They have horrendous eyesight but are too squeamish for contacts so they'll never be seen without their glasses in place. They're new to leadership and that anxiety shows at times.

They have some curious tattoos and there seems to be more to them but you haven't figured out what yet.

Callie Redwood, 25. (f)

-The Lycan Wildchild-

Exactly 5'5, with rich brown skin, bright grey green eyes, and a permanently fixed youthful grin, most people would be tempted to believe Callie to be harmless. Those people would be making a mistake.

Her mess of loose dark curls are irregularly cut, half tied back with some attempt to tame it with a variety of pins, making her easily recognisable even at a distance. If all else fails, the constant collection of bandages and minor injuries she accumulates will always set her apart from the crowd.

She has a childish eagerness at times, with zero filter on what she says and a hairtrigger on her temper, times are never boring around her.

Toni Dynbane, 28. (m/f/nb)

-The Nocturnal Neighbour-

5'11, when they're not slouching. Messy shoulder length dark hair and hazel eyes that are strikingly pretty, even with the accompanying red-eye that's constantly in place.

Between their weed habit and their sleeping patterns, it's clear they're going through something, though they don't seem eager to open up about whatever it is.

With an easygoing attitude and an ear always free if you need it, there are definitely worse people you could have been neighbours with.

Claude/Claudia Valentius, ?? (m/f)

-The Executive Vampyr-

With a long and prosperous lineage, expectations on the newest head of their House are ludicrously high. Tall, dark skinned with ethereal golden eyes, everything about them just screams fancy vampire.

Always dressed immaculately, they're doing their best to keep a cool demeanour while trying to change the Old World ways they feel like their family is stuck in.

With a life full of soulless business suits and untrustworthy family members who definitely don't have their best interests at heart, they've almost forgotten what it's like to have anyone who means more than that in their life.

??? (he/they)

-The Wrong Choice-

Would be a terrible idea on your part to pursue this one. Do not recommend.

#wip #if #interactive fiction #urban fantasy #arcadia city #acs #arcadiacity

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bobvelsebobsession · 5 months ago

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Oh my god this is literally Sandy, she just doesn’t fully work in the medical field but is trained as service dog. I should have her go fully into the medical field because now that seems like it’d be fun.

As is so frequently the case im also thinking about werewolves who work in healthcare. Paramedic uniform with MEDICAL ALERT SERVICE DOG on the back.

#Sandy Lycan #mod rambles #spooky month OC #spooky month werewolf oc

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years ago

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Sanders Sides DF AU Headcanons

Credit to 💫 Anon for contributing some ideas! I just wanna put them all here as reference!

Werewolf Patton 🐺

▪No matter which form he's in, you'll always see him wearing at least brown cargo shorts.

▪As feral as he is, he still has some decency.

▪The gray hoodie he has was actually Thomas', but he gave it to Patton when he first met him, confusing him for a homeless person.

▪In werewolf form, his vision is extremely sharp, although as a human he needs to wear glasses at all times or else everything's blurry.

▪Fortunately his pair is unbreakable (thanks to Logan).

▪As a werewolf he has sandy-brown fur with a cream colored stomach and a bushy tail. His eyes are brown but have some blue in them.

▪He was bitten when he was younger but has no shame in being a werewolf.

▪Makes lots of dog puns.

▪Despite being allergic to cats, he adores them and was even friends with some werecats at one time.

▪Besides silver, the "who's a good boy? You are!" trick is his weakness...and so are head scritches

Kenku Logan 🔮

▪Logan's a unique example of a half human, half kenku. He's not forced to resort to voice mimicry to speak, although he has decided to copy Thomas' voice after years of trying to settle with one.

▪As the raven breed, he has purplish-black hair, feathers on his arms, black claws, and the legs of a raven instead of human ones.

▪His arms can shift into wings if need be.

▪He's fairly knowledgeable in time and space magic.

▪As such, he has runes painted on his arms, neck, and torso that are akin to constellations. They glow depending on how much magic he's using or his emotional state.

▪He refers to levitating spells as "anti-gravity enchantments". The others keep begging him to just call them "levitating".

▪Exhibits big crow-brain energy.

▪As Kenkus are common thieves, he tends to "steal" things left behind in the forest by human travelers.

▪The Crofters' black bear mascot is actually a Werebear Logan befriended. They introduced him to jelly (made from loganberries and pomegranate) and he's had a new favorite food ever since.

Vampire Virgil 🧛‍♂️

▪His attire is canon!Virgil's vampire costume. Only not as new and pristine.

▪He's an old-fashioned guy who's too stubborn to really adapt to the modern times.

▪Has an affinity with various "creatures of the night", including spiders, raccoons, wolves, etc. They just seem to be drawn towards him for some reason

▪Can take the form of a fruit bat, as either a normal one or a werebat.

▪Writes lots of angsty poetry and sonnets in his spare time. He refuses to let anyone see them even though he wishes for some feedback.

▪Sucking blood isn't really his favorite past time. But he only does so if he needs to survive.

▪He prefers to just drains juices from fruits and such. It gives him the same satisfaction.

▪If he and Patton are in their lycan forms, they'll hunt together and play-wrestle sometimes.

▪Virgil worries about hurting him since vampires and werewolves are life-long enemies, but Patton reassures him he's not afraid of him in the slightest.

White Knight Roman 🛡

▪The suit he possess apppears similar to the White Knight's (from a comic). But for Roman, he dons a red cape, his red sash, some gold accents, and his shield logo on the shoulder plates.

▪His soul's color is golden, and it usually floats in the helmet area. So there's always two glowing golden "eyes" in the faceplate' slits.

▪Despite his tragic death, he still has his passion for fairytales, nobel acts, acting, and singing.

▪After being slain by the Dragon Witch, he lost his sword but not his shield, so he owed to slay her once he found his beloved weapon. Until then he keeps his shield with him at all times.

▪Fortunately the suit he found is bright, shiny, and was well taken care of by its previous owner. And he likes to show off at times.

▪He gets freaked out by any reptilian creature, thinking they're related to the Dragon Witch.

▪Clashes a lot with Remus, his "other half", although they can't really kill each other and share a common goal.

▪He can still eat, as he just pours food/drinks down his helmet and lets his soul absorb it.

Naga Deceit 🐍

▪A fierce naga who frequently visits Thomas, although he's a classy gentleman and does not wish to harm him.

▪He has six arms, a rare genetic mutation of reptilian creatures. But he controls all of them with ease and can conceal some of them with his capelet.

▪He likes scaring humans with his many arms, although hearing things like "monster" or "freak show" do hurt him at times.

▪Deceit claims his venomous fangs contain a "truth serum", but nobody knows for sure if he's being honest about that.

▪He has snake scales on both sides of his face, and the lines on his cheekbones are part of his mouth. Just speaking normally is enough to intimidate anyone.

▪Thinks society is a construct and people and "monsters" should be able to live freely without any prejudice towards each other.

Black Knight Remus 🐙

▪The suit he possess is similar to this, although there's green accents instead of gold, and he wears his sash and has animal teeth decorating his armor.

▪It's fairly old and rusty, and so it squeaks whenever Remus walks. But he refuses to find another one.

▪It makes it difficult to sneak up on people so he opts to charge head-on at someone instead.

▪He keeps his morning star mace because a sword doesn't do as much damage as he hopes.

▪Besides that, Remus is basically the same as his canon-self: having an urge to make lewd jokes and make people uncomfortable and use his dark magic to give them illusions/other things to be scared about.

▪Since he's a part of Roman, he only clashes with him in "surprise attacks", just as a playful test. The loser has their helmet knocked off.

▪He teases him a lot for only having a shield to defend himself.

▪Around Logan he'll purposefully move in ways that makes his armor squeak the loudest just to piss him off.

▪The only ones Remus has no qualms with are Virgil and Deceit, although he'll steal the former's sonnets from time to time.

#clanspeaks #sanders sides #dark fantasy au #sanders sides au #headcanons

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