#vampire/werewolf

[patchworkfairytales]

And they were flatmates

A Patchwork Fantasy Tale about a cohabitation calamity.

Surely all that stuff about vampires and werewolves not getting along is just nonsense, right?

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[chaos-and-ink]

Werewolf/Vampire Fratt AU

They hate(love) each other so much.

[wuyi1551]

Raven: Is there such a big change?

（watch album)

Raven: oh…

[ibis-wolfie]

More gay vampire/werewolf ship art

[laurasimonsdaughter]

It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. And such an obvious solution! This place was basically her dream apartment, but it required two flatmates to make it affordable. Chris wanted to get out of his noisy basement room, Ev was making their first big move away from their pack and they were both worried about finding anyone that would want to live with them. It was perfect! Because surely all that stuff about vampires and werewolves being at each other’s throats was just prejudiced nonsense and of course two of the people that liked her most would also like each other.

At least, that was what two-months-ago Yule had thought. Present-day Yule had very different thoughts on the matter. Not so much about the prejudice stuff, not even about the liking each other stuff, but very much about this being a good idea.

“Oh my god, Yule, he’s going to hate me forever,” Ev groaned on Wednesday, lying face first on Yule’s bed.

“No he won’t.”

“He will.” Ev let out a suffering growl. “He was so upset over his socks being gone!”

“Just his left socks,” Yule hummed, as if that should be any consolation. “Which you didn’t know was a thing for vampires, and he did leave them lying around in the bathroom. You were trying to be nice, doing laundry for us all. I appreciated it.”

Ev was capable of sounding very much like a sad puppy. “He already didn’t like me,” they mumble unhappily into the pillow.

“That’s not true, Ev.”

“Is too. Whenever it’s anywhere near full moon he just avoids me.”

“Not on purpose I’m sure. He likes you fine, Ev, I promise. He’s just…not used to living with people.”

“People like me, you mean.”

“People that aren’t dead, I mean,” Yule said deliberately. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stroked through her friend’s wild hair. That, at least, could always be depended upon to make them feel better.

There were no such shortcuts with Chris. Which was a pity, because Yule really thought she needed some.

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“It’s absolutely mortifying. What must they think of me,” Chris lamented on Monday.

“I can tell you what they think. They think that you didn’t realise werewolves could hear high frequencies in music.”

“I woke them up. In the middle of the night.”

“Ev is up in the middle of the night all the time, Chris.”

“It is the principle of the thing!”

Yule sighed. “Will you at least sit down instead of hovering on the doorstep? I’ve asked you inside several times.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“You are, just not literally. Please sit down.”

Chris took a single, uncomfortable step into the room. “…there is no other seat than your bed.”

Oh bless him. Yule moved from her desk chair to her bed. “There.”

“Thank you.” It was incredible how prim and proper he managed to sit on a swivelling chair. Surely that was something he must have absorbed from other vampires. Chris wasn’t that old.

Yule gave him an encouraging smile. “Ev won’t hold it against you, I’m certain.”

He let out a miserable sigh. “I had hoped to improve their opinion of me, not worsen it.”

No, not this again. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“Surely you’ve noticed they disappear whenever I’ve fed. They can’t even stand to look at me.”

“Chris, Ev eats unspeakable things every month. I promise you they’re not squeamish about blood.”

Judging from Chris’ expression that was not at all comforting and probably meant, in his mind, that Ev was only squeamish about him. But that was a conversation Yule was absolutely not ready to have.

“So,” she said, rising from her bed with determined energy. “How have you been getting on with that podcast idea where you sarcastically review biographies of people you knew?”

She really needed to work on her list of distracting topics, or she’d never make it through the week.

[Read the whole pining disaster on AO3.]

[trvevampiire]

vampire bf who always leaves bite marks on his wolf, not only because he’s thirsty, but because he’s possessive. he needs everyone to know who he belongs to.

also, because he’d try to turn him (which is something that hardly ever happens, at least in my au), but he would alllwayssss try to make him into his vampywolf.

everyone would always think that his wolf had an abusive partner or something because he’d always be bitten and bruised 😭

[swsapphics-ao3feed]

by BaronVonChop

The Staten Island vampires are (mostly) oblivious to a mysterious vampire who has been hiding in their house. But who is the purple-haired vampire, and what is she hiding from? Could it be a certain blond werewolf...?

Words: 1625, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV), What We Do in the Shadows (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Colin Robinson, Baylan Skoll

Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Vampire/Werewolf Romance, Werewolf!Shin, Vampire!Sabine, Hunting as Flirting, Shin Hati is very intense, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff

[wishing4nuclearwinter]

The Mojave's got it all folks: vampire mailmen, enclave werewolves, homoerotic blood drinking, the horrors-

Some Lore(tm) below the cut

Werewolves were the Enclave’s handiwork, naturally. The original project was ultimately deemed a failure by way of its mortality rate and was consequently shut down, though not before producing a handful of living, howling, subjects. Most were wasteland captures, but a few members volunteered for the trials, Officer Gannon among them. And, as it turns out— it’s hereditary.

Their existence isn’t widely known (or at least believed) in the wasteland at large. Some NCR and Brotherhood veterans remember and keep an eye out for any signs of them. Shoot on sight, never mind the fact that the majority of them were victims of the Enclave or the victims’ descendants.

Regardless, it’s better to stay out of sight. Arcade locks himself up in the Jacobstown lodge basement during the full moon where Doc Henry can help keep away any prying eyes. Losing control is a very difficult aspect of it for Arcade as he’s terrified of hurting someone. Outside of full moons he can transform at will, but reserves it for life or death situations. Unsurprisingly, his eyesight is still shit so he heavily relies on his ears and nose to stay aware of his surroundings.

Meanwhile, south of Vegas, Doc Mitchell has largely kept to himself after an unfortunate run in with another of the wasteland’s blood thirsty creatures that left him with an affliction of his own. When Victor drags in a dying courier, he does the only thing can to keep them alive (…or, undead at least) and changes them.

Sol still wakes up with brain damage and no memory, and with a bonus of insane speed, strength, and a craving for human blood. They start wearing sunglasses to hide their eye color and hoodies or sweaters under their denim jacket to fight off the constant bone deep chill. They heal quickly, but take longer to learn self control after Goodsprings. Animal blood can tide them over and luckily the Mojave has more than enough humans willingly throwing themselves into fights to keep Sol from having to hunt them.

When Arcade and Sol finally meet, they are both aware something is off about the other, though they don’t know what. Eventually the truth come out (Does Sol is Vampire?) and they find a kind of solace in that shared monsterhood. They fight together extremely well and keep each other in check.

Sol helps ground Arcade during full moons and keeps him (and others) safe. And when needed, Arcade is strangely quick to offer himself up as a food source for Sol.

Of course, the world around them beats onward and the war won’t wait for man or beast. Thus Courier Six remains, as they have always been, Courier Six.

[ill-written-god]

G | 916 | m/m vampire/werewolf finally some monster on monster action | fantasy | drugged flirting, pre relationship, d/s dynamics hinted

It's embarrassing. What kind of respectable vampire chips his fucking fangs? He lies to himself that maybe no one will notice, that it's not that bad. But fangs were a vamp's most noticeable feature, they were their pride and any blemish was commented on by his so-called best friends constantly.

So he sucked it up and went to the only dentist in the state who specialized in monster teeth. 

The business was in no way illegal but also wasn’t regulated in any way, so he found himself under the ground level of some back alley building, greeted by a bulky half-orc and an ‘interspecies peace zone’ sign. 

Inside there is a fairly insane-looking guy with thick glasses, scribbling something down. In front of him, sitting sideways on the dentist chair, is a werewolf, holding his cheek. His nose moves and he turns towards him, instantly twisting his face into a scowl. 

It quickly drops, the wolf letting out a pained whimper instead. 

“Awww, somebody got a cavity?” he cooed meanly. The wolf glared.

“Ah, Mr. Lee. Haven’t you chipped your fang opening a wine bottle?”

If there was any blood in him, he would go pink with embarrassment. 

“What about doctor confidentiality?!” he asks, while the wolf snickers. 

“There’s none,” the dentist shrugs. “I work on the fringes of law, so I make my own rules. One of them being my patients acting civil to each other. Respect that or find another doctor.”

He doesn’t answer, he just sits down on a vacant chair and waits for the two to finish their transaction. After the wolf pays though, he doesn’t leave. He sits down next to him, while the dentist motions him to take his place. 

“Is he gonna watch?”

“Yep. Gotta wait for the anaesthesia to wear down.”

“But-!” he cuts himself off under the doctor’s murderous gaze. He should have gone to medical school himself. To be a vampire and be overpowered by a medical professional. Unthinkable. 

He lets the mortal put his fingers in his mouth while a werewolf watches. The most mortifying time of his life.

The doctor hums as he studies his fangs. 

“I’ll give you a temporary filling but after taking a cast of your teeth. Until we fix your teeth with proper acrylic, no biting because the filling isn’t strong enough for that. It should be ready in a couple of days though, so no worries.”

The vampire hums an affirmative, mouth still full of dental tools.

After that, even more weird stuff gets placed there, like some artificially smelling pink cream, used for the cast. After that, a piece of clay to form the missing tip of his fang. 

He pays a lot, but he can afford it, and it’s worth not listening to his friends laugh anymore.

“Do you remember what to do?”

“No biting, brush gently, be back in two days.”

“Great. Now please take Mr. Blum on your way out, I’m closing up.”

“What?!” his head whips to the chair in the corner, where the werewolf is still sitting.

“He told me he reacts badly to anaesthesia but I didn’t expect it to be this bad,” the man explains with a shrug. “Just call him a taxi or something,” he waves his hand dismissively.

Lee gapes. But the doctor doesn’t seem to give him any attention, and the half-orc enters the room, giving him the stink-eye, so he grabs the werewolve’s elbow and drags him outside.

“Okay, Mr. Blum, where do you live?” he asks, straightening him up since he’s a bit wobbly on his legs. He looks around to see the nearest place to grab a taxi, but when he doesn’t get an answer, he looks down. A pair of puppy dog eyes is looking up at him, big and sparkly. The waning moon is reflected in them.

Dumbass probably was too drained after the full moon to fight the chemical haze.

“Dude?” 

The werewolf sighs.

“You vampires are so pretty…” 

For a second he’s so taken aback he’s frozen speechless. Then, he scoffs. 

“Okay, if you don’t tell me where you live, I’m just going to drop you here.”

The wolf seems to be deciphering his words for a very long time, and he’s about to drop him here and there, when he finally gets an answer, along with a giggle.

“16 Mirkwood Lane,” he says, slurring just a bit. “Will you come in?” 

The question was bad, but the eyebrow waggle was too much. He drops the werewolf on the pavement, letting him wobble against the nearest lamp pole.

He makes only a couple steps away when the night is pierced by a howl.

“Shit, fuck, fuck, shit!” he hurries back to the werewolf, covering his mouth with his hands. “Shut up!”

“Give me your number.”

He blinks.

“What?”

The werewolf inhales again.

“Fine, fine!” he hurries to cover his mouth again. “Whatever, just, shut up!”

He whips out his business card (of course he has one, he’s cultured) and hands it to the werewolf. “Here. Now, you’re gonna get in the cab, I’ll see you walk into your house, and you can call me when you sober up, no sooner,” he instructs, dragging him forward and waving to a taxi driver who stopped for a smoke.

“Yes, sir.” 

The voice is smaller than before, and when he looks down the puppy eyes are even bigger, shinier. Guess he let his dominant side out too much.

This is what he gets for drinking alcohol. 

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Non-human au

Notes: Vamp Adam and Werewolf Justin.

Stupid whoever or whatever was in charge of the spotlight.  The white-hot searing pain made him retreat back to the safety of the darkest corner of the stage. 

"Whatever fucker did that is fired" Maynard hissed over the speakers. 

"You alright mate?" Justin's voice was soft and knowing. Vampires and werewolves had similar enhanced senses. Sometimes it was a huge disadvantage. 

"Yeah. I think so." His head pounded and he dared to open his eyes. Justin was right in front of him. A blurry outline of curls was all he could see. 

The arena was silent, angry murmurs either from the show stopping or genuine concern. "Stay with me tonight? Yeah?" The other three knew he would have to play by feel for another half hour.

"Yeah." He answered and it wasn't just because he'd be basically blind for a few hours. After the "big change" where now nearly everyone was not exactly human they had grown closer. 

Justin wound up carrying his bandmate down the stairs from the stage. Adam's breath going down his neck was cooler than it used to be. They balanced each other out. He ran hot and Adam ran cold. 

"You look hungry." Justin pulled back a curtain of brown and gray curls. It didn't take but a second for Adam to latch on to that sweet spot on his neck. Feeding felt ritualistic to them sometimes almost sexual. "Feel better?"

"Yeah." He could see clearly again. Brown and gray curls grown back out per his request.

[sivan325]

MF Halloween Edition Bingo - Masterlist

Bite Me, Claw Me, Make Me Yours Explicit, Violence. 5/5 - Buddie, 9-1-1 fic

1 - "There's a leaf in your hair." 2 - "I don't think anything is broken." 3 - "Nightmare before Christmas is a Halloween movie." 4 - "I think I need to lie down." 5 - "I'm not wearing that."

@mfbingo

[wuyi1551]

Under the full moon

[laurasimonsdaughter]

The situation in the apartment had worsened dramatically. Apparently being aware of the possibility that someone else might like you, was much worse than secretly liking them and thinking you didn’t stand a chance.

Previously it had been just Ev who got red-faced and growly and full of excuses to leave the room, on account of the gifted food incident. But ever since the last movie night Chris seemed absolutely unable to meet Ev’s eyes without ending up with the wide eyes and agitated facial features that Yule had come to think of as ‘undead blushing’. It was absolutely terrible.

Tomek thought it was hilarious.

“Laugh it up,” Yule grumbled into her phone. “They’re both very keen to befriend you, and then it will be your problem too.”

“If you were really invested in resolving the situation,” he responded amusedly. “You could just lock them in together for 48 hours and see what happens.”

“If I was a less principled person, I might,” she huffed, adding in a muttered grumble: "It did cross my mind." 

“Well anyway, you’re very welcome to come over, if you can’t stand the pining any longer,” Tomek said cheerfully. “Myszka misses you.”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling her put-upon expression away. “But it’s near moonrise and I’d prefer not to leave Ev at the moment.”

“Oh, of course.” The teasing tone left his voice immediately. “Is it a particularly bad this month?”

“It’s a blue moon,” Yule explained. “So second time this month. For some reason those transformation are always harder.”

“Really? Does Ev have trouble shifting?”

“No, they always shift, but I think it hurts a lot more,” she said. The final stage of Ev’s transformations were already rather volatile, but blue moons seemed to take an extra toll. Once they had settled into their wolf form it was all fine, but getting there seemed pretty horrible some times.

“Not to be the stereotypical witch friend, but have they ever tried wolfsbane and aniseed tea?” Tomek suddenly asked. “We sell it at the store. I have a couple werewolf clients who swear by it.”

Yule held still and frowned at the wall opposite her. “I’ve never heard them mention it. I’ll ask! Hold on.”

She hurried out of the room and knocked on Ev’s door.

[Read all of "And they were flatmates" on AO3!]

[trvevampiire]

vampire boyfriend who wraps his wings around his wolf whenever he’s getting night sweats during the new moon…or keeping him warm whenever he’s shedding

his vampire would be nuzzling into his neck while he whimpers like a little puppy (because let’s be real, that’s what he is) and he’d whine even more if he’s not touching him or holding him tight enough

[bbybluemochi]

80s inspired movie poster of my vampire & werewolf OCs🩸🐺