#werewolf story

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Cuddly werewolf

Werewolf boyfriend x gender neutral reader

Minors Do Not Interact, I don't make posts for you!

Having said that this is just a bunch of fluff, enjoy. Established relationship, reader lives with werewolf boyfriend. Might give him a name and make him a recurring character but I'm not sure yet.

Formatted on a phone, might look strange on any other device. Sorry.

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You cold? Time for big fluffy werewolf cuddles and a face full of fluff as he pulls you into his chest. Cold weather is his favorite, it's the best for cuddling. His tail will be wagging as he snuggles you. He might get a little too excited and give you sloppy kisses all over your face. You'll have to wash your face extra well tonight, if you can wiggle out of his arms.

Too hot to cuddle? He's whining and crying, just absolutely distraught that he can't cuddle. He loves summer but he hates when it's too hot to cuddle with you. The heat makes him whinny as he lays on the floor panting with three fans pointed at him. If you sit down and let him lay his head on your lap he's joyous. His tail wagging up a storm as he closes his eyes snuggling into you. Will hold your thighs, that's the amount of snuggling he could handle in this moment. Oh boy if you start petting his fur or scratching behind his ears he's in heaven. You have four fans now, his tail is wagging so hard he's making a breeze. The next day his tail is sore from wagging his tail so aggressively. You'll need to give him an ice pack for his tail and comforting kisses. 

His cuddly nature doesn't stop in public though toned down of course. He'll be holding your hand the whole time the two of you walk around. You'll be standing in front of an employee with him standing behind you paws on your hips as you tell the worker he asked for no pickles, he hated pickles. Ick. 

If you let him he'll pull you onto his lap and practically hide you in his fur as he cuddles you. Will like your face he has no shame. 

Oh how he loves carrying you around the place while he does things. If you're doing chores and can't reach something he wouldn't grab it for you he'd pick you up and hold you so you could get it. He'd watch you with a smile as his tail wagged. Loves doing chores with you, it's better doing it with someone he loves so dearly. 

He's a bit clingy and will try to follow you into every room and get confused when you push him out. Will wait for you to come back out. Though if you tell him you need some space he'll understand and go do something else.

Times you're not around he'll cuddle your pillow or stuffed animals if you have them. If you don't he'll collect all your clothes and snuggle into them. Honestly anything that smells like you will work. The moment your back he's tackling you and carrying you to the bed for cuddles. If you smell like someone else he'll make quick work of rubbing his face all over you to get his scent on you instead. He's the jealous type but he won't tell you that. It's obvious though but cute that he tries to hide it. 

If someone he doesn't like is near you he will wrap an arm around you and slowly pull you in closer, you're not leaving his side. 

Loves giving you piggy back rides. He finds it so funny feeling you try to wrap your arms around him. If he's giving you a piggyback ride on a hike he's going to run you better hold on tight cause he's going as fast as he can. He's having fun, don't worry he won't drop you. Maybe. 

[writing-whump]

💔😭🛌🥣🤢🤮 for one of your boys? 🖤

This is a great one, thank you! From this ask game.

The trio has a movie night with Isaiah stress sick all day until it finally downs at him. Vomiting, angst, heartache and lots of comfort.

Movie night

It started with the phone call.

"Your brother is back in town."

That was all it took. A friendly warning from Sonny that Hector was back from his exchange semester. They would probably meeting again at the nearest wolf event. If he didn't go they would meet at the next one.

There would be no avoiding Hector anymore.

That was alright. They knew how to get along civilialy. Right?

After getting the call, Isaiah couldn't eat. He hated how it messed up his whole day. His focus was shot, he kept forgetting what he was planning to do. While reading his preparation texts for uni the letters swam in front of his eyes and he didn't dare send any coordinating emails for work when he was so confused.

He stayed at home, pacing the apartment and fighting the lingering nausea that just accompanied him everywhere. He didn't dare to eat, just keeping hydrated. It was the weirdest feeling. He felt restless and tired and the same time. Waiting for something to be over that there was no running from.

His self-pitying parade ended when Seline and Matthew came home.

"I got the popcorn and Matthew got the cola!" Seline said instead of a greeting. "So I hope you got that free evening we talked about."

"Free evening?" Isaiah asked, confused. Damn, what else did he forget today?

"Yes. It's Wednesday. Our movie night. Remember?"

Ah right. Seline kept coming up with these ideas where they would all see or meet each other regularly doing activities together. It was like she was afraid they would drift apart before they even got close.

In the name of bonding time, she came up with traditions for starts and ends of semesters, holidays, conclusion of exam season and regular common events.

It was heartwarming in effort, a little awkward in its schedule. But they all agreed it was justified. Isaiah lived alone since he was 18 and he didn't talk with his family properly since that day. Matthew spent his teenage years in a boarding school.

Seline was the only one with a nice stable family - if the daily calls to her mom and weekly visits she came all happy from were anything to go by - but since she didn't live in Vienna until this year and out of many other complicated reasons, she had very few friends in the city itself.

Isaiah got the impression she was on a quest to change this, and it was a purposeful decision she was doing her best planning and preparing for.

He couldn't be angry, and he couldn't say no to that effort. Even if having a movie night was the last thing on his mind. His chest was feeling tight, probably from the angsting he was doing all day and the nausea was still very much there although his stomach hurt from hunger.

It was horrible to come to terms with his heart issues because he pushed his emotions and shadow down so successfully for years after moving out, it became his weak spot. If there was anything stressful or upsetting, it went right there. The damage was done, permanent. The doctor he saw about it said it was very rare for shadow wolves to contract such lasting issues in life. Shadows could heal anything aside silver - but they couldn't heal damage they caused themselves. And this was a gradual one, caused over time, little tears around the heart valve that wouldn't to away anymore.

That one was entirely on Isaiah.

He didn't tell anyone. It would be entirely discrediting for all the packs if they knew he had such an injury, such obvious weakness. They would tear him to pieces or never take him seriously again. His influence would be shot.

Only Matthew knew a little. Since that unfortunate day when he helped him home and watched him get sick. Though Isaiah didn't really explain and didn't know how serious it was at the time.

Isaiah didn't realize all the preparations were ready as he sat on the couch in thought. He was really out of it today to not join in any way.

Seline made the pop corn, Matthew brought the big cola bottles and before Isaiah knew how it happened, he had a glass of it pushed into his hand. The lights were shut and the beginning of Mad Max: Fury road started to play.

"You picked this for us so we would have some action?" Matthew asked, stretching on the sofa completely with a handful of popcorn gathered in his hand.

Seline glared at the lack of a bowl, but seated herself across Isaiah in the corner of the sofa.

"This movie is so much more than mere action. I admit the plot is simple, but that's so you can focus your attention on all the details of the worldbuilding. There are amazing social themes about humanity, apocalypse, reactions, dictatorship, oppression, brainwashing and power of friendship, redemption. The brutality of the fights and the agressive music contrast with the small moments of kindness and softness..."

Seline got into her triad as the titles started playing.

Isaiah held his glass stiffly. He didn't want to be here. Somehow until now he didn't realize how intrusive it would be to live with others. He liked company and was good with people on a normal day, but he had days like these too and he didn't...it was very stupid it didn't connect until now. That he wouldn't be able to have lonely evenings of suffering in peace, that his secrets would be held under scrutiny, that his presence would be demanded and expected.

He wanted to be left with his dark thoughts, heart episodes and damaged family ties in peace.

He also couldn't leave without breaking a promise and alarming them that something was wrong.

The only thing he managed to come up with was to slide down from the couch onto the floor, leaning his back against it. At least a bit of privacy.

The cola in his hand smelled sweet and inviting and it was supposed to help with stomach issues, right? He took a few sips, feeling the rush of sugar calming his hunger pains.

It calmed him a little. Seline kept stopping the movie to underline some kind of important cue or meta fact. Matthew was getting crazy angry over it, except he talked right through the movie, when commenting or exclaiming suddenly about a well made fight scene.

Isaiah actually relaxed for a bit, getting his mind of things as he listed. He wasn't getting much from the movie, it was all too fast and colourful, but he was feeling marginally better.

So it was to is utterly surprise when the nausea returned. His stomach was bubbling angrily with the few mouthfuls of cola, sloshing painfully.

It wasn't fair. He wasn't even overthinking this anymore!

Isaiah tried to take deep breaths and calm himself down. If this was simply from stress, maybe it would go away soon.

Then his stomach gave a light squeeze. Liquid shot up his throat, the taste of cola flooded his tounge. He tried to swollow it down, but it surprised him so much he gasped and the sugary vomit spilled out, right down his front.

There was no warning, no sound, no fight. One minute he was fine, fighting the roiling liquid down and the next it dripped from his chin at the small splash in the center of his chest.

Isaiah was mortified, body going rigid. He had no idea how that happened. No heaving, no warning. He didn't feel any worse than he did the whole day, aside the constant dull ache in his stomach.

Did he seriously just throw up on himself in the middle of a movie?

The only saving grace was the fact no one seemed to notice. Seline and Matthew were too invested in the loud action of the movie and he was hidden away from direct sight, sitting on the floor like that.

He could simply get up and disappear into the bathroom. Change his clothes and act like nothing happened. It was just a little accident. Not like anybody had to know.

Except then he felt the liquid shoot up his throat again, the force accompanied by an agonising stab in his middle. All he managed was to hang his head over himself as it sprayed out of his mouth. Just a small sip of black liquid joining the first splash. His teeth felt sticky and eroded from it.

His body gave a whole-bodied shudder. His right hand hovered about his chest, but he felt paralysed by the disgust of it all. He who thought himself so good in control? This was so humiliating and gross...

A quite pitiful sound escaped him then, something between a sob and a sight. He wanted to fall down the floor and disappear.

And it had such an easy solution, if he just made himself get up already. No chance though, his body was locked up and frozen in place.

His heart was beating in his ears, painful electric impulses. The nausea was ever-present, only rising with his pulse and his stomach was doing flip flops for no reason.

"Hey, Isaiah? Are you paying attention?" Seline asked, interrupting his haze.

Isaiah gulped and nodded, hoping that would satisfy her. His ears were ringing, so he only half-heard the film. His stomach hurt, curled around itself like around a fist.

"Isaiah?" She asked tentatively and stopped the movie.

The room fell in uneasy silence. Isaiah's panting breaths sounded too loud against it.

And then something even worse happened. Matthew stretched out behind himself to turn on the switch, basking Isaiah's complete emberassment in bright light.

Isaiah shut his eyes against the onslaught of artificial rays, hanging his head and panting through rising panic.

"What the hell-" Matthew grumbled in surprise.

"Isaiah? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" Seline's voice was melted honey, the softest sound he ever heard.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his hands against his eyes, hopefully hanging his head low enough to hide the worst of the mess on his chest. "Please, don't look at me." He sounded as pathetic as he felt. Just great.

"Isaiah," she cooed and he heard her sliding down the couch next to him. Cold hands were suddenly at the side of his face, her fingers in his hair, stroking his curls gently. Since he didn't slick them back today they were more wavy around his face, sticky with sweat.

"Does your belly hurt? Do you feel sick? What is it?" She asked, not pulling away from his hair.

Isaiah just shook his head, bowing further.

"Matthew, can you get me some paper towels," Seline said, voice soft but decisive. He heard Matthew's hurried footsteps on the floor. He didn't bother to look for his shoes before he went.

"Sweetie, please look at me," Seline said, treading her fingers through his overwarm, wet hair. "It's alright. You are okay."

Isaiah hid his face in his hands. The splutter of cola felt cold against his chest as it dried off and the smell of it mixed with stomach acid irrated his nose. He wanted to curl up on the floor and disappear.

This was so humiliating. With the silver poisoning, at least he was too out of it and it was too serious, serious enough to warrant his failure of senses. But this was just unforgivable, weak and repulsive. He felt so repulsive-

"Sweetie, come on. It's okay. Nobody is angry. Please, believe me." Seline slid closer to him, leaning her shoulder against his, one arm coming up around him to pull him against her, while the other kept stroking his hair.

"I'm sorry, I don't know- I don't-" His shoulders hitched with the sob. Selined leaned even closer, as if not disgusted by the the mess and the smell or by the display. She was full on hugging him now, her head against his neck.

"Shhh. You don't have to apologise, sweetheart."

Isaiah finally dropped his hands from his face, all pale and sweaty. He needed to see her, to make sure she wasn't joking. "Look at me, Seline. How can you-? I'm disgusting-"

As he turned his head he met her stare, bright baby blue eyes just centimeters from his. This was the closest their faces ever were together.

"Don't say that, sweetie. Darling. Dearest. Honey."

Isaiah huffed out a tiny laugh. He couldn't help it. He was a mess, and she was holding him, calling him all those weird sweet things, pressing herself against him as if nothing of that was true, as if his state wasn't absolutely unforgivable and sickening...

And she was doing it with that familiar fiery stubbornness and in that soft steely voice he couldn't resist.

Isaiah leaned his forehead against hers, just for a second forgetting how disgusting it all was. Just accepting the comfort, the touch, the blooming smell of her, like jasmine and peppermint.

He breathed in and out, only now realizing he could do it slow and proper again. His chest wasn't tight and pulsing anymore, and the pressure in his stomach eased up to exhausted but bearable soreness.

He waited for Matthew to get back with a fresh shirt and the towels, wrapped in her presence and reassurance.

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@bellysoupset

[faeriecinna]

And so it has begun....

Research: Initiated

Search History: Questionable

New WIP: Officially underway

Project.Claw, please be kind to me lmao

[duckingwriting]

I got an ask bounced back at me by @blind-the-winds here.

It turns out I've written a lot more this week than I thought I did. Including in a piece I haven't worked on in a while. But here it is!

"Go away." Alison's voice drew Beth from her memories she looked up at the where the pack alpha had his hands in the air eyeing the wooden spoon pointing at his chest distrustfully.

"You're holding my mate hostage." Duncan lifted his gaze up to Beth pleadingly.

"She's helpful. You best just find yourself back where you came from." Alison shook the spoon more. "You're not too old for me to put in the corner!"

[tales-of-venus-and-basil]

Werewolf Lore: bites

It is very rare for one to be turned into werewolves in the 21th century due to the circumstances necessary for the curse to take hold in the human body. Magic within this world can be very finicky, and werewolf magic is incredibly finicky. Being bitten by a normal werewolf will not turn a person, it will just hurt a lot. The werewolf must be rabid in order for the change to occur. 

The magic of the werewolf changes the disease and allows the curse to be passed on to the victim. The new diseases is more survivable than rabies, but the werewolf is much more aggressive in this stage, so the hard part is surviving the attack itself.  If they survive their injuries is a 99% chance they will become a werewolf. 

This happened more often before the 19th century before werewolves were required to be vaccinated for rabies. The likelihood of being turned went from a real problem to being incredibly rare. The likelihood of being bitten by a rabid werewolf has the same statistical likelihood of being struck by lightning. 

[thegroovyskull]

[dreamyfreak]

The 100 werewolf AU: Omega Reverse

Hi everyone!^^ After a long time, I thought about "The 100" again and remembered about this fic idea I once had.

It's a werewolf story where Clarke is a female Alpha of the werewolf clan called Fireclaws. After a gruesome attack by Hunters almost her whole pack got killed. Only her loyal Betas Raven and Bellamy are left. Together, they strive through the world, never staying at one place for too long. Especially since many male Alphas wanna claim Clarke as their mate now, like the infamous and very obnoxious Finn Collins for example. However, the young Alpha princess has no interest in becoming anyone's mate, especially not of such an arrogant jerk. When the Fireclaws trio eventually arrives in Vancouver, Clarke gets to know the nerdy, cute and quite funny Jasper Jordan. She feels very drawn to him and same goes for Jasper. But a werewolf and a human being, does such a relationship have a future? Wouldn't it be better for Clarke to choose another werewolf as her partner? Since he's just a weak human being and not able to protect her?

Well, that's kinda the plot ;) This gifset shall show the moment when Jasper tells Clarke about his doubts about their relationship and that he thinks choosing Finn would be better for her. Since he's able to protect Raven, Bellamy and her instead of him. Cause he's human and weak. But as you can see, Clarke not exactly agrees with that and is quite shattered that he wants to end their relationship for this reason.

Gladly tell me what you think about this and if you'd be interested in reading such a story^^

[bringthebiggergun]

Delay

Goodafternoon, I sincerely want to apologize to the delay in updating SFTP. I've been swamped with collaboration requests in regards to music so that's been taking up most of my time. Its been a while and not I've not abandoned the project id let you guys know if that were the case but that's not happening.

SFTP is my child but so is my music as I am first and foremost a musician.

Ive been getting some really nasty messages regarding the future of SFTP and I just want to clear the air. No, it is NOT being abandoned. No, I will NOT tolerate anyone sending hate mail to myself or anyone associated with SFTP. Please refrain from attacking or communicating with anyone starting drama in regards to the story. They've been blocked/Banned.

Again, thank you so much for your support of both my writing as well as my music. I will try to update as soon as I get the chance to edit the next chapter. I will also post links here for the new songs that are coming your way.

Thank you for your understanding and for your support. :)

-Riley

[artemiseamoon]

Wisteria & Moonlight

Chapter 1: Following the Tracks

Werewolf! Will Miller x Ofc

Words: 2,488 || fic info || next

Summary: Ajani’s journey to locate her missing brother leads her into a wolfs den. (Story originally written 2012, revised for my Miller trio)

For @clydesducktape Moon in May challenge (week 1)

An: A moodboard at the end offers a visual of more characters

Prompts used this week: new moon, alpha

⚠️ warnings: GENERAL werewolf stuff, biting, some violence and aggression, excessive partying/ drinking, rowdy behavior, a missing person, mentions of adoption, sexual energy/vibes cause werewolves! || THIS CHAPTER: missing person

Everything about this place sets her alarms blaring. Ajani was way outside of the city now: deep forests to her left, the road back to civilization to her right, and before her an abandoned railroad crossing with the bar a few feet away.

At first glance, it looks as expected, some old building still standing, one that was always some kind of bar or late-night joint. One with stories seeped into its foundation. Above the door hangs a sign, the letters carved and painted in red: The Last Exit.

Fitting, Ajani thinks to herself. With the rickety old tracks between her and the bar, she builds up her strength. She can feel the knot in her stomach tightening.

Not many things frightened her, but this did. Still, she couldn’t let fear get in the way, not when Adrian was still missing.

Due to both their 'troubled teen pasts', everyone assumed he was off somewhere and would wander back, eventually. But Ajani knows this isn’t true, something was wrong.

Going into this, Ajani knew this place would be crawling with wolves, specifically the Delta pack. This wasn’t her first time dealing with weres, they’ve have been part of her life on and off since she was young.

The Wolf gene was hereditary, Adrian got it, she didn’t. Ajani did get magic, a gift passed down to her from some unknown ancestor. Due to being adopted and unable to find their birth parents, any further hints of their origin story remains a mystery.

Ajani sets the thought aside, that’s a can of worms she can’t open right now. Glancing down, she fiddles with the enchanted jewelry she’s wearing. She was no idiot, a human walking into a local werewolf bar was foolish. But she had to do this, any layer of protection helps.

By now, in her early thirties, she had some of experience perfecting these tools. Ajani was a wolf magnet, for better or worse, and much to the distain of her brother who tried to keep her away from wolves.

No matter how much he tried, she always found her way back, they were a bit of a bad habit for her. Like an addiction she couldn't shake. Sometimes it made Ajani wonder if she was more than human. But there was no proof, she never turned, she never went through what Adrian did.

According to the location spells, this was one of the last places he visited, and someone in that bar knew something. After hitting dead ends in three states, Ajani was looking for a win.

Mustering up the courage, Ajani glances up at the sky. She didn't know who her ancestors were, but she hoped, prayed, they were with her tonight. The sky is moonless with a scattering of stars, the new moon invisible to the human eye. Ajani takes a deep clearing breath and crosses the tracks.

Standing outside of the door, she can hear Motörhead blaring from the speakers. Her senses are immediately overtaken by the smell of werewolves, whiskey, leather, body heat, and more.

Focusing on the task ahead, she grabs the handle. Ajani knows they can smell her; she can even feel their eyes through the door. But this was nothing, once she walked in, that would be the worst of it. After chewing the inside of her cheek for a moment, she opens the door.

The rowdiness comes to an instant halt. There are at least two dozen werewolves in here, and every set of eyes is fixed on her. Her muscles tense up, her throat goes dry. Maybe she bit off more than she can chew with this one.

In her efforts to find Adrain, all her dealings with wolves thus far have been on a smaller scale, a group of three max, but this, this was fucking crazy.

Two of them, rather large men, move closer, circling like hawks, and though she doesn't make verbal acknowledgment of it, she can hear the sea of comments being made.

Adrian. I have to do this for Adrian.

The next song from the jukebox kicks up, Victory or Die. Great, like that's an omen I need. On her own, she’s blasted this in her car plenty of times, but right now, with a bunch of werewolves watching her like a piece of meat, it wasn't so enjoyable.

Ajani hopes the jewelry and her anointing oil are working, or at least minimizing her scent of fear. Creating stuff with Werewolves in mind was always tricky as hell. They could smell everything and had the best senses of all the supernatural creatures.

Usually, by now she’s going about her business or has something witty to say but to her horror, she literally can't move or talk. Well fuck, this is bad.

“You must be lost sugar.” The bearded one comes up behind her, he's wearing one of the sleaziest grins she’s ever seen. Before she can respond, a soft hand falls on her other shoulder.

“Give it a break Gene, she’s with me.”

Gene’s eyebrows draw together, Ajani turns her head, finding a baby-faced woman with caramel skin, long brown hair, and hazel eyes.

Gene doesn't walk away, but he backs up a little, everyone is still watching. “She’s not one of us.”

The woman rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around Ajani. “I have friends outside of this bar asshole."

Trusting the woman out of necessity, Ajani goes willingly as she leads her through the bar of prying eyes and raised noses. They go through the back door, which opens up to a large outdoor space.

…  

As they take a seat, the woman keeps up the act, Ajani remains aware of her surroundings.

“I didn’t think you would come.” The woman puts the beer she was holding down on the table.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Ajani replies.

The backyard is not as crowded as inside, but they still have a small yet very attentive audience. A few from inside spill out, making the crowd larger.

As Ajani's eyes travel about, the woman pulls her into a hug and whispers, “This was the only way to get the focus off of you for a bit. Keep following my lead."

“Thank you.”

“what’s your name?" She asks.

“Ajani .”

“I’m Quinn,” Quinn breaks away from the hug, but stays close. Ajani notices the way she has them sitting is strategic. Whoever this girl is, she's smart and crafty. Ajani is impressed.

Quinn makes conversation while dropping clues to their ‘story’, Ajani catches on quickly.

“By the way, your timing is shit sweetheart." Quinn says, it makes Ajani snicker. Not because she didn’t believe her, but no 20-something has ever called her sweetheart before.

Quinn glances back at the crowd, “want a picture? It'll last longer?”

She’s sassy. Ajani likes her. There’s a series of huffs, curses, and scoffs, but the crowd turns to each other, still looking over occasionally.

“I take it humans never come in here.”

“Depends. The groupies come with the guys, then there's the occasional dumb ass who wants to see if bars like this are real. Speaking of, the longer you stay, I won't be enough protection.”

Ajani raises a brow.

Quinn only says one word, “claiming."

"Ah fuck," Ajani's eyes drift to the outdoor lights stringed across the patio. She’d keep an eye on that, it was definitely a thing. “You ever have a non-wolf friend meet you here before?"

“Once..." Quinn trails off, she watches for any warning signs before continuing, "you need to get out of here by 11."

Ajani glances at her watch, it's 10:17. That knot in her stomach grows double in size. Whatever was going down at 11 she did not need to be here for, like anyone else, the wolves had special rituals and celebrations. Any humans here past 11 were either sex partners or, something less fun.

The next man to come through the doors is greeted by the crowd. Even from this distance, Ajani can feel the expansive power of his energy. There’s something wise about him, commanding. Based off her observations, and the way the others engage with him, Ajani guesses he must be the Alpha.

He's in great shape, sports some Viking-era tattoos and his long dark blonde hair is shaved at the sides. The most striking thing about him is his eyes, they're electric blue.  

When he reaches the table, he looks even more supernatural up close. His eyes settle on Ajani, and a wicked grin forms on his lips. Being the focus of this mans attention makes her nervous, yet, he is undoubtedly magnetic.  

“New friend?” His accent is strange, Ajani can place it.

“This is Ajani."

His eyes are full of curious wonder, he rests an arm across Quinn's shoulders, “where are your brothers?”

“On the way.”

Ah, Ajani thinks. If the Alpha is her dad, no one would overstep despite being wary and suspicious of her ‘new friend’.

When the doors open again, one of the most handsome men she's ever seen walks through. He's tall and muscular with beautiful blue eyes and a heartbreaking smile. Ajani's seen many attractive men, but none like this one.

Quinn's father gives her shoulder a little squeeze, "one down. One to go." He stands as the blonde joins them and pulls him into a big hug.

“That's Will, Bens m.i.a.” Quinn says casually, her eyes on her phone.

Ajani doesn't mind that her host is distracted; she is too. Will calls to her, beckons her. His gaze penetrates her, reaching the deepest parts of her body and soul. Ajani feels vulnerable, naked under those blue eyes.

Quinn notices and leans into her with her elbow, “I see you're not immune to the Golden Boy.”

“What?” She turns to Quinn

Quinn laughs, not repeating her words.

Will takes a seat directly opposite them, he’s big, and broad, Ajani likes everything she sees, even his facial hair. She feels heat building in her body, her cheeks become warm.

“So, you’re Quinn's friend? The one stirring up the energy in here tonight. I know her friends, I don’t know you.”

Ajani thinks of a response, but is thankful with Quinn cuts in, “I don't air all my business William, you guys are noisy enough.” She puts her phone down. Will, in a very older brother fashion, messes up the hair on her head, she pushes him off.

“I think it's odd, never heard your name before, Ajani.” Will sits back, folding his arms across his chest, his biceps and tattoos on full display. “Interesting.”

“Come on, Will-”

Will cuts her off, his words directed at his sister, his focus still on Ajani, “this is a hell of a place to have her meet you. Don’t you think?”

“Sure. But no one's going to touch her and she's not staying long. William.”

Will raises his hands in the air and chuckles, “whoa, full name twice. Alright, whatever baby sis says, we wouldn't want to upset her.” He leans over the table and plants a kiss on the side of her head.

“Ew. Stop.” Quinn swats him away.

As an observer, the exchange is sweet but sad, it makes Ajani miss her brother.

“Hey, you alright?” Will asks. His voice is soothing, calming. "Look, sorry if we frightened you. We’re not fond of strangers walking into our bar unannounced. Especially out of town strangers. That takes some balls, coming in here by yourself.”

Ajani flashes a half smile, Will's eyes remain fixed on hers. They dip to her lips, linger, then jump back to her eyes. The prolonged gaze last too long for Quinn, she clears her throat to capture their attention.

Will turns to his sister, “I’d get her out of here,” he rises from the seat. Will looks as good standing as he did sitting. He trades a glance with Quinn, then connects with Ajani, " not everyone is as nice as me.”

His smile reaches his eyes as he backs away. It feels like an invisible string is between their bodies, tugging at her, beckoning her to follow him. The charming blonde winks and turns around, he goes over to the group at the other table. They remained suspicious, but after seeing the Alpha and his son engage with her too, they seemed to calm down a little.

“God, you’re not immune at all.” Quinn chuckles.  

“ I have no idea what you're talking about.” Ajani shrugs, playing it cool.

“Story of my life, the effect of the Miller brothers." She shoves her phone in her jacket pocket and slips out of the seat. "Come on, Will’s right. Not many are stupid enough to mess with me, especially with my dad and brother here, but you are fresh meat. Some asshole is bound to test his luck."

As the two make their way through the bar, it’s like moving through quicksand. The energy is thick, heavy, tense. It was hard to not feel overstimulated around all these wolves and having Will look at her the way he did, wasn't helping matters any. One of the first things Ajani was going to do back at the hotel was take a cold shower.

When they reach the door and open it, a hauntingly striking woman stands on the other side. Her silver hair matches her eyes, they stand out even more against her brown skin.

“Leaving already?” The woman asks Quinn.

Quinn embraces her. “I’ll be back, had a friend meet me. Getting her out of here before things heat up.”

“Gotta ya.” The woman studies Ajani, her nose crinkles as she sniffs the air and raises a brow. “See you when you get back.”

The woman holds the door open, watching as they walk out. The two don't talk again until they reach Ajani's car on the other side of the tracks.

“Who was that woman?"

“My mom,” Quinn admires the car, “nice ride…my dad has a garage. I grew up fixing stuff with my brothers.” she glances back at Ajani, “my moms Will and Bens stepmom. Their birth mom lives somewhere else now. Remarried.”

“Got it.” Ajani takes her keys out.

Quinn walks over to her and leans against the car, her expression turns more serious, “we can't talk tonight, too many eyes. But you need to tell me why you're really here.”

“I’m just as curious why you saved my ass.”

“Looks like we have a lot to talk about,” Quinn stops leaning on the car and takes out her cell phone, she hands it to Ajani, “give me your number. I’ll call you tomorrow and come to you. But after 2…or 3. It’s gonna be a long night.”

Ajani raises a curious brow, then puts her number in. Now she really wanted to know what was going down at 11pm. Ajani returns the phone, “short version, I’m looking for someone.”

Quinn nods, then glances back in the direction of the bar, “we have an audience. Go, get out of here before you end up someone’s wife or human plaything.”

“I’m a fighter. I wouldn’t make it easy,” they both smile at her comment, “Thank you, Quinn.”

Appreciative of the girl's help, Ajani gets in the car and drives off. Quinn stands outside, waiting until Ajani is out of sight before returning to the bar.

Next

Other characters mentioned…(Izara is Quinn’s mom, Adrian is Ajani’s brother)

[kanobarlowe]

It’s been a little while since a decent post from me so I just want to quick rant about how amazing An American Werewolf in London is.

I know this movie is like from 1981 and so I am probably going to be saying what so many critics have already said but idc I watched it finally in full (I’ve seen the whole thing but not in one full sitting) recently and I am just so in love with it.

The movie manages to be one of the best monster horrors, the best werewolf horror, and one of the best transformation/body horror with classic effects out there, all while being funny. The idea that you are haunted by everyone you kill as the wolf is such a brutal and horrible concept and I adore it so so so much. I love Jack and his attitude so much that even in death, even though he has the goal of convincing David to kill himself, he’s still able to sit with his friend and crack a joke or somewhat shoot the shit, unable to help himself with his best friend.

The transformation scenes are so disgustingly iconic they make me feel sick in the best way. I love that they showed you a longer and more brutal scene, but even the brief transformation in the adult theater is still grotesque by showing you his nails splitting open it’s so foul! I hate it! In a loving way!!!

Also I forgot how the doc Hirsch decided to play detective for literally no other reason than the greater good. Who would go out of their way to actually do that?? That ends up leaning into the comedy of it a little, for me—the absurdity of it.

The ending is also so iconic and good and creates a singular moment of wonder: was David even a werewolf at all?? Personally I think he was, there’s enough in the movie to show that werewolves are legitimate, but I appreciate the framing of Alex as she implores for David to come back to himself and he’s entirely off-frame. She’s strangely calm for seeing a wolf creature covered in blood—unless it’s NOT a wolf, but David, crouching and delirious. It’s a cool little “what if Hirsch is right and he’s just paranoid and mad” question?

I feel like they could have made the mystery to it stronger and found ways to bring it in stronger—for example I wish during all the victim scenes, I wish we never saw David or the wolf, but it was all entirely 1st person when he was “in the scene” so we never fully get confirmation of his appearance during the full moon. I also wish we had more time with the concept of the undead haunting the werewolf. Jack was great, I just wish we had more of him and more of the other victims, too.

I think Alex is certainly a product of her time, she’s well-written for what the purpose of her character is in the story, but I think we could have explored her more and maybe her fascination with David. Maybe she’s a bit of weirdo herself, it was sometimes implied that she’s into weird people and I got the vibe of falling for handsome patients, but I would have liked to learn a bit more about her in those regards. She’s more or less a vessel to get David from the hospital to a residence.

I looooooove the phone call David has at the end with his I believe little sister? I wish we got to know a bit more about his background, relationship to his family, etc. Because I’m a family man, that phone call tore at me, and I wish I had a bit more of it, but I also get if they didn’t want to get too grim since it was still a comedy.

Overall, amazing movie and a 1981 film having some of the best monster, transformation, and horror scenery of any movie is so shocking to me and makes me like hello step up to so many of the modern movies churned out nowadays.

100000/10, would recommend.

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Carving pumpkins

Werewolf boyfriend X gn reader

Just a whole bunch of fluff with your werewolf boyfriend.

Minors Don't Interact!

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His tail was wagging like crazy the whole time the two of you got ready. It was his idea to wear matching fall sweaters while the two of you went pumkin carving. You were delighted by this idea and was more than happy to match with your giant lover.

The view to the pumkin feild was breath taking seeing all the different shades of red and oranges the trees were turning.

Looking to you he smiled, seeing you with the trees all around you was so pretty to him. He wished he could take a photo in that moment.

Once at the feild the two of you stepped out of the car. The little parking lot was filled with lots of other cars filled with couples and family all there for pumkins or fresh apple cider. Looking over to your boyfriend you smiled seeing him sniffing the air as his tail wagged. "The cider smiles good. Want to buy some to bring home?" You asked him as he nodded his head.

He smiled as he walked over to you kissing his cheek. "Ha alright Romeo let's get our pumkins." You said returning the kiss. Holding his paw you walked to the pumkin feild looking around for the perfect pumkins for the both of you.

Half an hour later the both of you had your pumkins picked out. Being the gentlemen he is your boyfriend was holding both the heavy pumpkins with ease. Going to the rather cute pay booth you pulled your wallet out to pay for the pumpkins when you felt a wet nose be pressed against your cheek. Looking to him you gave him a curious look as he glanced to the table of apple cider. It clicked with you what he meant. "Oh and can we get a jug of apple cider too please?" You asked the worker handing them your money.

Smiling you walked back to the car with two pumpkins and a jug of fresh apple cider. The whole ride back his tail was wagging thumping against his seat. "Your adorable." You said looking over to him. That only made his tail wag even faster.

It took a good bit to set up the pumpkin carving station at your shared home. Romeo wasn't helpful, his tail wagging kept knocking things over but he was so happy to try helping you.

Once it was ready Romeo was sitting criss cross on the floor, tongue poking past his lips as he focused on carving his pumpkin. You couldn't help but take a few pics of him while he was distracted. Once he noticed you photographing him, your giggles had given you away, he smiled wide for you to take another photo.

Carving a pumpkin was harder than you thought, it took a few hours and the both of you were exhausted. "Should we cook the pumpkin seeds? They're pretty good." You suggested looking to Romeo. He smiled and nodded his head before laying back. "Go take a nap honey I'll clean up." You said giving him a smile. Whining Romeo shook his head and got up. There was no way he was leaving this mess all to you.

The clean up went faster with the both of you working together. Area cleaned up and seeds in the oven the two of you snuggled up on the couch. "Everything is going to smell like pumpkins for weeks." You chuckled closing your eyes. Feeling lips against your forehead you smiled, his kisses were always so gentle.

You felt like it was safe to say today was a good day.

[writing-whump]

Discovering closeness

Seline has a headache and doesn't want to say it. Cue some comfort and fluff from Isaiah.

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Seline didn't tell Isaiah about the headache.

They moved in together to be able to be there for each other. Now that the danger was heightened, now that they were seen as a pack and a threat. So they could check on each other, if someone was late or heal each other from deadly poisons.

Seline was pretty sure neither of those options involved whining about a little headcold.

She had a whole floor to herself. Just a small bedroom, but it came with her own bathroom and the distance the steps provided.

The boys shared the lower floor, each with their own room, one more bathroom, the kitchen and the living room. Isaiah found a very large place for the price they could afford together. His contacts weren't shabby at all. They didn't protest it. Instead, they each tried to bring something over to the new apartment.

Seline brought most of her furniture for the living room. Matthew didn't bring material stuff, but he fixed her bathroom and replaced the tubes under the sink and somehow got the dishwasher working. It was little things, but they were all trying.

The new routines were another thing. Matthew offered to get groceries, big shopping and little things if they texted him during the day. Seline opted for cleaning - she liked seeing the results of a nicely swept floor or unfattening the kitchen sink. It was meditative in its repetiveness.

Fortunately for all, Isaiah was a skiled and willing cook. He cooked for them all, waking up first for breakfast, preparing something big for dinner, since they ate out for lunch.

All in all, Seline had nothing to complain about. They were new at this, sure, and still figuring each other out. Maybe it was a little exhausting to be on your guard, so careful all the time to get along. But they were all doing their best and their best wasn't worst either.

But she probably expected too much too soon. The boys let her to her late mornings, so they didn't notice she was feeling off when leaving and she didn't feel quite as natural telling them.

And when they left, she tried to shrug it off. Just a bit of cold and a headache. She would just sit it out at home with some warm tea. Wolves that dealt with attacks, fights with their shadows and other serious injuries involving blood and broken bones that healed in a few hours or days wouldn't deal with a bit of a cold. It was ridiculous.

At midday she run out of milk. End of tea then, cause she wanted it her Earl grey milky and sweet.

The headache got worse and she only had last two tablets of painkillers. There was no way she was spending those. She never finished things she didn't have stokced for later. What if it got worse and she wouldn't have it?

Around lunch, her head was pounding her thoughts away. She stayed huddled in her pajamas and a bathrobe in the kitchen, glued to the window still, watching the sun. Somehow she couldn't muster up the energy to move.

Seline used to like the silence of an empty house. When the chaos of her brother, her father always talking out loud his thoughts and frantic mother finally left for work and school, she finally had some precious hours of peace and focus. Her classes were all over the place in the afternoon, which was perfect for her late sleeping and long way by train.

But now the peace felt disturbing. Mocking her in her loneliness. She could hardly call dad to get her painkillers or mom to hurry up from work. She could not whine to her wolf roomates just yet.

Neither earned that privilege from the other.

Seline felt hollow, stupid and spoiled for letting that affect her mood so much.

The keys rustled in the door.

Isaiah came in, graceful as always, already hanging his coat and suit jacket up. He stepped out of his polished shoes, went them over with a cleaner and packed them away. All quick and efficient before he even stepped down into the living room.

"Ah Seline, you are already home? What do you think about lasagna for dinner? If you are up to it, I'll text Matthew to-"

She sniffled.

Isaiah froze midsentence, backtracking to properly look at her perch on the window. Only now realising she didn't change since morning, didn't even change positions.

"Hey, Seline? Is something the matter?"

"No," she said, rubbing at her cheeks as the tears started for real.

Isaiah dropped his phone and hurried to her, hands hovering over her shoulders in hesitation. "Hey, hey, hey. Talk to me. What's wrong? You can tell me."

"It's just...it's nothing. It-it's stupid."

Isaiah pushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face. "It's not stupid if it's making you cry. Hey."

He was there, voice warm and soft and she couldn't resist the offer anymore. Her hands clenched on the front of his shirt as she cried. Isaiah didn't seem to need more permission either, because he swept her up in his arms at the contact, carrying her over to the couch.

Isaiah settled down with Seline in his lap. She buried her face in his chest, her nose full of his smell. It was bittersweet, like dark chocolate, blackberry and steel.

"Hey. You're burning up, you know that?" Isaiah asked, combing his fingers through her hair. His touch was attentive, tuned to her every sniffle and shake. But she held on to him still, hands tight around his shirt as she wetted it with her tears.

After a while, the shaking slowed and the tears ran out. Seline wasn't even sure of the reason anymore, but snuggled warm in Isaiah's arms, she felt safe, warm and protected. The hallowness in her chest filled up, warmth blooming around her ribcage instead.

"You are supposed to tell me, when you don't feel well," Isaiah chided against her hair.

Seline pulled away from his chest, supported by his arms to look at his face.

"Correction. You don't have to tell me. But I would love it if you would. This is what we moved together for, right?"

"It's just a headache. I'm just emotional today. Sorry."

Isaiah huffed in exasperation. "You are not feeling well. I don't care if it's a headache or a wolf biting your head off or a fly clashed against your eye. If I don't know, I can't help. And I would love to help."

A fly in her eye hardly seemed like a valid reason, but it made her smile.

And she could hardly tell him she wished he knew without him needing to tell him. That kind of closeness came with time, mindfulness and experience, specifically with each other. It couldn't be cheated or rushed over.

They wanted to be part of each other's lives. The way he held her felt like he didn't mind or even enjoyed being this close.

Seline tucked her head against his chest, taking deep breaths. Her head was still pounding, but the tears brought relief.

She closed her eyes, relishing the closeness as Isaiah's chest raised and fell beneath her ear.

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@bellysoupset

[coalmonger]

Story idea!

A werewolf pack that lives on a farm. The one human in the family has to try and convince the neighbors that they just have a lot of vary big farm dogs.

[duckingwriting]

Last line Tag

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea and you can see her post here.

I'm going to no pressure tag @mrbexwrites, @author-a-holmes, @kapenkoiwrites, @annetilney, @rachaellawrites, and then leave an open tag for anyohne else that wants to hop in!

From a werewolf fated mates romance I'm working on

"No! Bad dog!" Darin stood up as best she could with the massive dog in her arms as she turned to put her body between the beast and the puppy he was bullying.

[tales-of-venus-and-basil]

Super late BUT I want to talk about werewolves and the eclipse. How does it affect them?

I have a headanon it makes them stronger. It's a coin toss on how it will affect them mentally and emotionally. But I think it would be a short painful change that would make them go wild.

ALSO

WEREWOLVES THAT ONLY CHANGE DURING AN ECLIPSE. I think these guys would be super powerful. Like massacre, city leaving kind of power.

[abalonetea]

It’s a quiet day.

He and Levi play cards on the bed for a while, and then Harris sits on the edge of the mattress and watches Levi use his hands to rip open a thawed out pack of raw ground chunk. He eats it just like that, uses his fingers to scoop up the stringy meat, and licks the blood trails up off the curve of his wrist where it dripped down the length of his arm, towards the crook of it.

It’s disgusting.

Harris keeps that thought to himself though, because Levi keeps darting a glance up towards him, like he’s waiting to be told off for it.

Harris asks, instead, “does your tail still hurt?”

“Nah. Doesn’t fit in the pants right though,” says Levi. He wads up the plastic that the ground chuck had been wrapped in and shoves it back into the cooler, using the ice melt to wash off his hands and wipe off his face.

“Course it don’t. It ain’t meant to be in there. But it’s not hurting?”

“No, it’s not hurting. Harris.” A pause. Levi shifts, straightening his legs out. One foot bumps against the outside of the cooler. “What do you think’s wrong with me? You find anything yesterday? I was gonna ask but…”

“But you went and grew in a tail instead,” finishes Harris.

Levi nods. “Yeah.”

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