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iridedragons16 · 2 days

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Welcome home WolfAU

I made myself a welcome home au. Their all mythical wolves that live in the forest of Home. The forest has been untouched by humans due to its supernatural abilities.

Wallly Darling

He's one of the first members to resident in the forest of Home

He got his scars when he was a pup, after his pack was raided by a rival wolf pack

Home took him in after finding him in a bush

He's still friends with Barnaby in this au. They're almost always together and have a sibling dynamic

He can hunt for himself but has trouble tracking down prey. Barnaby helps him out in tracking food.

He's the pack's tour guide and mascot

He and the other wolves can communicate with Home, the deity of the forest they live in that protects them from dangers.

Julie Joyful

she's a rainbow wolf, mythical wolves that live in the mountains, they get their names because of their bright colorful pelts. They have the ability to turn into rainbow beasts during the full moon.

unfortunately, this makes them targets for hunters and poachers

She's the second member of Home, after she fell from the mountain trying escape a poacher. Her siblings had since tried to find after the incident.

her scars are from her injuries after falling off the cliff.

she had a difficult time hunting in the forest, trying to get the hang of hunting in a completely different environment.

Eddie found her trying to catch a rabbit and he teaches her how to catch field creatures.

she's the pack's best tracker and playmate. Always coming up with new games and keeping the packs spirit's up in difficult situations.

Frank Frankly

He's the third member of Home, after he was chased out of his pack

His scares are from challenging the leader of his previous pack and hunting accidents

He was kicked out after calling out his corrupted leader and challenged him to fight. He jumped into a ravine to escape his pack mates.

He was found in a ravine by Julie and Eddie. At first not wanting anything to do with them. After failing to live on his own, he joined them on their journey to home

He and Julie didn't get along at first, Frank snapped at Julie, thinking she was there to capture or kill him.

He and Julie are best friends, often hunting and patrolling together.

He's the pack's best fighter and organizer. He organizes everyone's daily tasks and chores for the day.

He and Eddie are mates

Eddie Dear

he's the fourth member of Home, wanting to find a forever home after his days of being a loner

he lived on his own with his mother. He left on his own after her death.

he lived as a loner trying to join different packs, but they all chased him out

he was giving up hope on finding a pack mate until he met Julie, and they started traveling together

he got his scars from his time as a loner and hunting accidents

He's the pack's messenger and scout. Running between territories delivering messages to different packs. He has a crow to help him with his tasks

Barnaby B Beagle

he's a wolf/dog hybrid

He's the fifth member of Home. He lived with his bio mom until she died from a disease. He was often bullied by his previous pack for being a hybrid.

He was taken in by Ms Beagle after he ran away from his pack as a pup, aka the ghost wolf of Home

He and Ms Beagle leaved on their own, later coming across Wally, and he chose to stay while Ms Beagle went on to become a loner. Occasionally visiting the pack.

He and Wally had met before when Wally's pack was still around.

He's the pack's jokester and hunter

He sometimes carries Wally around, Wally doesn't mind.

Sally Starlet

She's a star wolf, wolves that live in the stars. They have a distinct star shaped mane, with colors ranging from firey yellow to galactic purple.

She landed in home with the goal of living a legacy her parents had

She's the packs lead huntress and storyteller. Telling tales of the stars and galaxies She's visited.

Her scars are from the landing and a hunting incident with an elk

She organizes pack hunts and leads the rest of her team to a successful hunt

She and Frank often get into arguments organizing daily tasks.

Poppy Partridge

I'm making an update on her design, but she's a winged wolf, wolves that resident in the forest and mountains. Winged wolves have distinct wings depending on their environment. And are just as colorful as their bird counterparts.

She lived outside of the forest of Home, but a disease struck her pack, and she was forced to leave

She is now a healer because of her past and doesn't want her current pack to suffer the same faint.

She's the pack's healer and hunter

She has a raven helper named Martin. He helps her gather herb and spices for the pack.

Frank, Julie, and Sally help her with hunting down prey and gathering herbs

Howdy Pillar

He's a silk wolf, wolves that have the features and traits of butterflies and moths, and more legs+ a pair of wings than their counterparts. They have the ability to spin silk from their paws.

He lived in the valley with his large family until he and his siblings were chased out. Due to the pack having too many members and not enough prey

He found Home when he ran into Barnaby and Wally while trying to catch a rabbit

He and Barnaby hit it off well, Wally offered him a place in the pack.

He's the pack's best hunter and tracker, taking down large prey and trading with other packs.

That's all I have, I'm still working on the story. I'll probably give them redesigns in the future. And work on the other character's wolf designs.

#welcomehome #welcomehome au #wally darling #julie joyful #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #sally starlet #eddie dear #frank frankly #poppy partridge #wolf au

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kumakooo · 11 months

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When I first saw Honey I have the need to draw her OMG I'm weak for a pretty lady 😭💕 (I knowww my beary is from the mob au but I kinda wanna see them together👉👈;-;)

The pretty lady Honey on the left is the amazing @nonomives ’s Oc

#myart #fanart #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #myoc #notmyoc #welcome home oc #Welcome home the hunter and the hunted au #welcome home mob au #welcome home au #beary sweetheart #SIMPPP #IM A SIMP😭#honey pillar

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iciwelcome-home · 8 months

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Do I Have My Top Fave Welcome Home AUs

Just me blabbering. Hmm... I don't know yet! I honestly love all of them, well depends on how the plot goes or theme of it or the artists who created it. There so many of them, it's hard to pick which I like the most. Especially how the characters would look in the AUs. I have my own, but in the makings. I am planning to draw my ocs in the aus of Welcome Home that I truly like so far, but who knows. I actually have 3 top fave AUs, but it switches now and then 😆 . Of course most au started in other sites/apps, sooo I am making sure if I ever plan to

#GinnyICi Words #me blabbing #welcome home puppet show #welcome home au #welcome home #I really do like the vampire au #Hunted vs Hunter I think?#Actor au is good!#reboot au is my latest fave #so is the mob au of course I wasn't sure yet #Mafia au is very good it's mostly on Tiktok #Dark/Evil wally au is very interesting #There are more

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nonomives · 6 months

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So what's everyone relationship in your hunt v. Hunted au? Do you have a chart?

I'll get back to you on that once I have an actual chart on hand. I'll post it on my sideblog @nohomie (sorry i don't know how to name things)

I do have their relationships all polished out. I just need to stop staring at a wall and actually draw it

#welcome home hunter vs hunted au #asks

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heich0e · 1 year

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bounty - vash/f!reader/wolfwood (trigun stampede) 1.4k, poly!au, wild west!au even tho it's hard to tell in a fic this short lol, bounty hunters, this is an equilateral triangle of a relationship, fluff but suggestive, wolfwood calls reader 'kid' as a petname, i may expand on this but rly who's to say

BOUND - poly!au masterlist

the mattress dips beside you, rousing you from sleep.

you don’t open your eyes, nor do you feel any panic. instead, you find yourself reaching out towards the form that’s curled up into your side; familiar and warm to the touch.

“welcome home,” you whisper quietly, slumber still clinging to your throat and making your words rasp a little more than usual. “good morning.”

“it’s not morning yet,” vash whispers in reply with a laugh creeping into his voice. he presses a kiss against your temple, nosing into your hair. “you should go back to sleep.”

he sounds tired as he clings to you tightly, and you open your eyes to meet his sleepy gaze. he smiles, even through his exhaustion, and you watch fondly as his eyes crinkle at the corners in the dim light of the oil lamp at your bedside.

you shift a little closer to him in your bed, craning up to press a kiss to the little mark below his eye. he sighs contently as your lips brush against his skin, his body slackening into yours as though he's finally allowing his weariness to catch up to him. finally allowing himself to rest.

you pull away, brushing a few strands of blonde hair back from his face.

he has a bruise at the edge of his jaw, and dark rings of shadow that are deepest at the inner corner of his eyes. his skin looks sallow, and his lips dry.

you wonder how rough these past few weeks have been.

“where’s nico?” you ask gently, cradling his face in your hands. the question has been at the back of your mind since your bed dipped only on one side.

vash averts his eyes from yours guiltily.

“vash?” you press, a sudden knot of anxiety winding in the pit of your stomach. you sit up in bed, your quilt pooling in your lap as it slips from your body and reveals the cotton of your gauzy nightdress.

“he’s outside,” the man beside you murmurs, pink blooming high across his cheeks as his head rests against his pillow. he pouts a little, finally peeking back up at you through his lashes with a wounded gaze. “he’s mad at me.”

“oh?” you ask, fighting back a laugh at how sheepish and petulant the man below you looks. “and why is that?”

vash purses his lips even further.

“the guy we were after…”

“the wanted man whose bounty you were hunting,” you correct vash lightly, a lilt of playfulness in your tone.

“yeah, him,” vash nods, and then grimaces, “he sort of… got away.”

you let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“vash, that’s…”

“the third one in a row, i know. i know.” vash wraps his arms around your waist and pulls his head into your lap. you card your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles into you for comfort.

“did you let this one get away again?” you ask quietly, but not in an accusatory way.

vash says nothing, but that’s an admission in and of itself.

you sigh, your fingers stilling as they trace through the strands of blonde, the locks curling around your knuckles. you shift towards the edge of the bed, and vash tries to keep you where you are by tightening his hold around your waist.

“i’m just gonna go check on him,” you assure him when he looks up at you with wide eyes. you dip down and press a kiss to his lips—the ones you’ve been missing so much for the fortnight he and nicholas had been away. he whines as you pull away, and you smile against his mouth. you kiss him again, more chaste this time. “i’ll be back.”

nicholas is on the front porch, staring out into the sea of sand that surrounds the little ranch you call home. his beloved boots have been kicked off beside the door, and his shirt is unbuttoned to reveal the undershirt he wears beneath. the tails of the shirt are still tucked into his trousers but he’s unfastened their button at his waist too, and his suspenders are the only thing keeping them on as he reclines back onto his elbows against the wooden slats of the porch deck.

you know he hears the screen door open to let you out, and you're even more certain that he hears the sound of it shutting behind you once you've stepped outside. the smell of tobacco clings to the edge of the night wind. it’s familiar, comforting. reminds you that he’s home. you draw in a long breath to savour it.

“you should be in bed, kid,” nicholas rasps, tapping the ash off the end of his sad, vaguely mangled cigarette.

“i’m not allowed to come and welcome you home?” you kneel behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. it feels nice to have him in your arms again. feels right.

“not when you’ve got a crybaby to coddle in there,” he grunts, but you still feel him lean back into your embrace. you hide your pleased smile against the crown of his head.

“he’s probably already asleep,” you murmur into the top nicholas’s hair, swaying him gently. “he feels bad. he thinks you’re mad at him.”

“i am mad at him,” nicholas snaps, but you see through the sharpness of his tone. he’s tired, probably hungry, but not sincerely angry. “he fucked up another job for us.”

“guess that’s what you get taking in a fugitive as a partner, mister bounty hunter,” you tease him, pressing a kiss to his throat. his skin tastes of salt and desert sand, like days spent in the sun and labour. you feel how he shivers at the gentle brush of your mouth against his pulse. "and a bleeding hearted one at that."

“you’re the one who took him in like a stray,” nicholas complains, “i’m only putting up with him for your sake.”

it’s a lie, and he knows it as well as you do. he’s just as attached to the blonde presently curled up in your bed, the one too big for just him, as you are. it's the reason nicholas wears a thin gold band that he takes impossibly good care of, just like the two of you do, on his left ring finger.

nicholas tips his head back so he can finally look at you, his cigarette still dangling from his lips. the corner of his mouth quirks slightly as he draws a breath in, the cherry burning red in the night. you pluck the cigarette from his lips as he lets the smoke slip out on his exhale, his dark eyes still fixed to your face as he appraises you.

you observe him similarly, scanning over him as though taking inventory of the state he's fallen into since he's been away. he’s in the same shape as vash, from what you can tell. you spot some bruises mottling his skin, some rough stubble coming in at the edge of his jaw. there’s a blood stain on the collar of his shirt, and you aren’t sure if it’s his own or someone else’s, but you know it will be a pain to wash out.

but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

“if he’s a stray, what does that make you?” you ask him with a little laugh, his cigarette still pinched between your thumb and forefinger.

he quirks a brow. “if i say ‘the luckiest guy in the world’ are you gonna think i’m just trying to take you to bed?”

you snort, stamping the stub of the cigarette out onto the wooden porch and then flicking the butt away into the sand. you dip down until you’re nose to nose with him.

“of course I am,” you reply to him, your lips brushing against his as you speak the words. you can taste the tobacco that clings to his mouth from this close, but you don't mind it when it tastes like home. “and it’s our bed, nicholas. so take me to it whenever you’d like.”

(read part 2 here!)

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #wolfwood x reader #nicholas wolfwood x reader #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede fic #trigun fic #writing #poly vashwood

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five-rivers · 14 days

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Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 13

@greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Okay,” said Danny rubbing his hands together. “I’m going to do the big group next.”

“Group number four?”

“Yeah, them. Why’re there three of them, anyway?”

“You’ll have to ask them that,” said Clockwork. “Au jus?”

“Yes, please,” said Danny, reaching for the small bowl of sauce. “Your sandwiches are always really good.”

“Thank you,” said Clockwork. “Will you be leaving after lunch, then?”

“Yeah, I think that’ll be best.” Danny sighed. “No offense, but I’m kind of going a little bit stir-crazy, being inside all the time. I didn’t really realize until Pandora said something, but she was right.”

“That’s quite reasonable,” said Clockwork. “The trial has lasted for nearly a month and a half.”

“Really? I think I’ve only been with each person for about a week, and there’ve only been four people. Five, if you count the Observants.”

“Yes, but you’ve spent a good amount of time here as well. Those in-between days add up.”

“Huh. I guess so.” Danny took a bite of his sandwich. “I guess it sort of snuck up on me. A month and a half… So two weeks here.”

“Yes, but please chew with your mouth closed.”

“Oops,” said Danny, covering his mouth. “Sorry.”

Clockwork nodded and patted Danny absently on the head before making a small sandwich for himself. They ate together quietly.

“Three of them, though,” said Danny. “Are they all together, or something?”

“You will–”

“Have to meet them and find out. I know, I know. Should I brush my teeth first?”

Clockwork raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Danny. “That’s probably too much effort. But I should put in some effort, shouldn’t I?” He nodded. “Yeah. Toothbrushing. Toothbrush. One minute.”

Danny had been in a lot of places over the last month and a half. A cute little house, two mansions possessed by people with questionable understandings of humanity, a warren of ice caves, an ancient Greek palace, and, of course, Clockwork’s purple place. He’d imagined a lot of others. Like open skies, broad fields, mountains, islands… horrible mad science labs…

However, he hadn’t imagined a place like this.

“Um,” he said, looking around the… stage? Rats' nests of cables were strewn about in every direction, and next to the curtains hunting trophies were hung. Heads, horns, antlers… hair? A tail? Whatever, this was weird, and there didn’t seem to be anyone around. “Hi?” He stepped forward over a tangle of cables. “Hello? Anyone–”

“BEHOLD! I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY–”

Danny leaped backwards, to hover over the seating area, startled by the ghost rising out of the cables. The stage lights came on, spotlights centering on the ghost. He had long white hair, green skin, sunglasses built into his face, and a tattered lab coat.

Music blasted out of speakers, rock and roll, screaming guitars, thundering drums and cymbals. A young, gray-skinned woman with fiery blue hair rose up from under the stage. She held a guitar painted with blue and pink flames.

“HEYA, BABYPOP!” she shouted into a microphone that appeared in a burst of fire. “WELCOME HOME TO MAMA EMBER, YEAH!”

“Hey!” whined the first ghost. “You said I could do the introductions!”

“I never said that. You said that. I was always going to do the intros. You think I’m going to leave it to you, when you just drone on and on and on and on and–”

“As if you’re any better!”

“I come with a sound track, audio jack,” said Ember.

“My god, you two are so loud, and you didn’t even bother to introduce me,” said a deep, slightly hollow voice. Danny startled again, twisting to see a ghost completely covered with silvery armor.

“I thought you didn’t care about introductions,” said Ember. She played a quick few chords on her guitars, then continued to use her music to punctuate her words. “Because big, bad, baddie, bad, hunky, hottie, hunter Skulker doesn’t need an introduction.” She leaned forward over the guitar. “His name speaks for him!” She started laughing so hard she floated up off the stage. Music continued to blare from the speakers.

“I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY, CAN TAKE YOUR SO-CALLED MUSIC OFF THE AIR!”

“We’re not even on the air!”

“I can’t believe I’m associated with these two idiots,” said Skulker.

“I’d like to know how you’re associated with me,” said Danny, trying to smooth down his fur.

“Isn’t it obvious, babypop?” asked Ember. “We’re you’re parents! Yeah!”

“Uh,” said Danny, looking at the very strange trio. “I don’t know about the other two, but aren’t you a little… young for that?” She couldn’t be all that much older than Jazz.

“I’m dead, kiddo. Son. Boy. Little man. I was a teen mom and all that. Totally radical rockstar living.”

“With, um,” said Danny. His eyes slid back and forth between Ember and Skulker.

“Skulker, duh,” said Ember. “Techy here is Skulker’s boyfriend or whatever.”

“It’s not whatever. I am his trusted–”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“We’re all dating, except when we’re broken up,” said Skulker, bored.

“Okay,” said Danny. “So… you’re both…” He shrugged at them.

“What does this–” Technus also shrugged, “--mean?”

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “You tell me.”

“Hm, the amnesia did not do favors for his intelligence! I liked him much better before! Do you want to see the lab?”

“The lab?” repeated Danny, backing away from Technus a little more.

“It really didn’t help your intelligence. Sad! Perhaps some electroshock therapy might help?”

“Hey!” said Ember, kicking Technus’s tail. “What did we say about electrocuting the flesh baby? What did that narc say? The tall purple one?”

“I know you know that Clockwork isn’t a narc,” said Skulker.

The three of them started to bicker. Danny watched in mixed fascination and horror.

White hair on Technus. Green eyes on Skulker and Ember. Human-like appearances. A mad science lab. Jazz’s belief that Danny would buy the absurdly youthful mother story. Frostbite’s conviction that his parents were abusive. Heck, Danny could even see them meeting Vlad in college, if he fudged the ages a little. He didn’t have any idea how old Vlad was, after all.

Were these his actual parents? Like, his actual, biological parents?

“Anyway, babypop,” said Ember, throwing a hand around Danny’s shoulder, “we heard about your predicament through the grapevine–”

“Through the grapevine? Weren’t you just saying you were my mother?”

“Yeah, but I was on tour, Skulker was hunting, and Technus was… Being Technus. We were, like, estranged. Separated. Because of the whole alive thing. Fell out of touch.” She waved a lazy hand. “Anyway, we heard about the Observants putting you through hell, and we were like, that’s not cool. So, we put our names in the hat, all that stuff, babypop, ‘cause we love you, y’know? And we’re going to have so much fun. I’ll turn you into a proper rocker yet. You’ve got a great set of pipes, kid, and you’ve got to use that.”

“But first!” shouted Technus, at only a slightly lower volume than before. “The GRAND TOUR!”

Danny took back that thought about the volume being lower.

“TO THE LAB!”

Danny cringed away from Technus. This was going to be a pain.

“Okay,” said Danny, floating a few feet over the floor to avoid the wires. “We’ve seen the stage, the sound room, the… conservatory?”

“Never say that I don’t have taste, babypop. You’ve got to have a good piano in a house.”

“Yeah, then workshop, and the server room, and the lab.” Which had, frankly, been horrifying. Just a massive mess of electronics. The sense of electricity in the room made his hair all stand on end. “And the weapon room. Then the… hunting. Place. And. Um. Zoo.” Which was also horrifying, but for different reasons.

“Yes,” said Skulker, “our space may be limited, but you will soon know the joy of the hunt.”

“... right,” said Danny. “But, like, is there a… kitchen?”

“Kitchen?” asked Ember, blankly.

“We don’t,” said Skulker.

“We mostly order out, when the great hunter here can’t catch anything!”

“Can anyone… get in to order out?”

Ember, Skulker, and Technus stared at each other.

“Crap,” said Ember, finally. “Crap.”

“What?” said Technus. “It’s not like we have to eat.”

“I kind of do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. Everyone else has been feeding me.”

“Yeah, no, we’re ghosts, even you,” said Technus. “We don’t need to eat.”

“I can kill off some of the game I’ve already caught,” said Skulker, “if we really need to. I’d like you to hunt for them, though. A little extra incentive!”

“Right. Sure. Whatever. Bedroom?” asked Danny.

“We don’t need to sleep, either,” said Technus.

Fine. Danny wasn’t touching that. “Bathroom?” he tried.

“Gross,” said Ember. “Who’s spending their afterlife peeing?”

“Uh. Me?”

“Ew. You’ve got to quit that.”

Danny didn’t think that was a thing he could actually quit. He made a face. “You’re not actually my parents, are you?”

“Of course we are,” said Skulker, mechanically.

“Okay, well, that right there, that’s a lie,” said Danny. “That’s definitely a lie.”

“It’s not,” said Technus, stridently.

“Look, maybe some fighting would knock him out of his funk,” said Skulker. “Knock him right out.”

“Yeah, some of that misplaced aggression kind of thing he’s always on about,” said Ember.

Danny had no idea what he was talking about. “You guys do know that if I can’t have a place to go to the bathroom, I’m going to leave, right?”

“Maybe even a good hunt,” said Skulker. “For old times’ sake. Give him a good chase, get rid of some of that anxiety.”

Danny really hoped he wasn’t related to these three. He grabbed the pocketwatch.

“Wait, ghost child!”

“Okay, yeah, that’s not something you call your kids,” said Danny, pointing at Technus.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, you caught us,” said Technus. “Real sharp of you, ghost child! Real sharp and groovy.”

“Oh my god, you don’t know what any of those words mean,” said Ember. “Stop using them.”

“BUT!” shrieked Technus. “What you don’t know is that we’re your RIVALS!”

Danny grimaced. “What?”

“We fought you, like, a bunch of times,” said Ember.

“And… now you want to adopt me?”

“Better us than some of the nutjobs that want you. We’d just let you do your own thing, hang out, fight a bit when you get touchy about your stupid city, or too wound up about school, all that stuff.”

“But we’d NEVER make you go to SCHOOL!” said Technus. “I could teach you in the lab!”

“Wow, that’s, uh. Touching,” said Danny. “But the bathroom thing is, in this case, a dealbreaker.”

“Aw, come on,” said Ember. “At least have a good fight with us, first. Skulker’s been practically moping since you’ve been out of commission.”

“My latest hunts have been… flavorless,” said Skulker. Danny sighed. “Fine. But I’m going right after.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic

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ericvelseb666 · 10 months

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Introducing my Welcome Home AU: Van Helsing Au, I've created this Au 6 days ago since I finally managed to draw them, I've seen AUs of Wally mostly so I wanted to do a different way, I made Eddie, Howdy and Frank the main protagonists in this AU, this Au takes place after Van Helsing and it's around 1836, where Howdy leads Frank and Eddie to Transylvania to hunt down monsters and to keep the nearby villages safe, they seem like ordinary monster hunters but they are actually vampires, their eyes glow blue when their vampire powers are showing.

Howdy is the leader, Eddie is the muscle and Frank is the navigator and smart one, they live in the castle near the Transylvania mountains. Frank had his own study room of where he reads scrolls and books about magic and spells even Transylvania history. Eddie has his own weapons room while Howdy owns a throne room.

My Van Helsing Au is also available on my TikTok and DeviantArt!

🩸Welcome Home characters belong to Part Coffin🩸

🐺Van Helsing Au created by me🐺

#Welcome Home #Welcome home Au #digital art #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #fan art #welcome home fanart #eddie dear #Howdy Pillar #Frank Frankly #Au #alternative universe #welcome home eddie dear #Welcome Home Howdy Pillar #Welcome Home Frank Frankly #Van Helsing #van helsing au #art

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alice-angel12x · 4 months

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Welcome Home Au's Dolly Addition

Opposite Au

Royalty au Belongs to @neonross

Haunted House Au belongs to @kamigui

Hunter Vs Hunted au belongs to @nonomives / @nohomie

#welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home oc #welcome home reboot au #welcome home haunted house au #Welcome home royalty au #wh royalty au #welcome home opposite au #welcome home hunt vs hunted au

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kurosstuff · 1 month

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Monster au! Event

@scoutswritingcorner helped me pick out the monsters♡ thank you darling

So wanted to do something- a monster au where the ladies are monsters-

It csn be smut, fluff, angsty and in some cases? Horror♡

Ofc look at my nsfw rules before requesting any nsfw.

PLEASE NOTE. THIS IS OPEN UNTIL FRIDAY. TIME NOT SURE AT THIS TIME

For the wheel, you can pick to spin- OR request a monster for the ladies you wish-! And please describe exactly what you want for the fic!

This time around- sub!reader only. And- your welcome to either have the reader as a human in most fics or monster hunter/monster

Like example. X bunny! Monster!reader; x monster hunter! Reader;

Unless stated reader will be human!

Also! If you want to request more then one reader you may! But- not character x character and only TWO

Example: lute x reader x sera

PLEASE, when requesting for this event. Use this emoji ✨️ so I can spot it easier!

ALSO REMEMBER. READER IS AFAB WILL USE GN IF STATED

This is what fhe wheel looks like!!♡♡

To be easier- monster list

Dragon

Gorgon

Siren

Zombie(only monster I will NOT write smut for.)

Vampire

Bunny

Ghost

Werewolf

(My choice)

Characters you can pick from

Lute

Sera

Vaggie

Rosie

Charlie

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Mother miranda

Note: never wrote a couple of the ladies stated really. But I'll give my best shot at it(hazbin wise I mean) ans I'm trying to get back into resident evil once again♡

Up to two(unless it's the scene prompt) then up to three lines please ♡

Smut prompt lines

1.) "Want you now~ can't fucking wait~ gonna claim what's mine now~"

2.) "Ive- I've never..."

"..we'll.. take it slow then~ I'll do My best to be careful~"

3.) "Sl-slow down~ to fast~"

"Slow down~? Little ___(human/monster type) you walked in during mating season ~ not stopping till your filled~"

4.) "Stop fucking moving~ just gonna claim you as my mate~ make you rightfully mine~"

"Wh-whats stopping you~?"

"..watch those words little one~"

5.) Aggressive make out turned to more (enemies to lovers or whatever)

6.) Accidentally wandering into dangerous territory during a mating season. Getting "hunted" by a monster who redeemed you as a suitable mate

7.) "Prefer my hand or cock(strap or G!P)? Either way your getting it after-"

8.) "Curious. Can you take my dick?(either strap Or G!P) suppose we can try no?

9.) Accidently *tempting* the beast that just happens to guard your town/home. Being offered up to 'sooth' their temper.

10.) "Wait- wait this is my first-"

"First time? ....shit ok uh- hold on le- let me take it much slower ok? I- I've got you"

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neopuppy · 1 year

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MFAL: Part 2

Preview: You have to escape your packs land after a human hunter invasion. The Lee pack becomes your new home. Only one problem, future head alpha Jeno Lee can’t stand you.

Pairing: Alpha JenoxFemale Omega Reader

Word Count: 3k

Genre: a/b/o AU, M/F, M/M mentioned, angst, enemies to lovers, numerous idols mentioned. Ten is your bff.

Warnings: tsundere Jeno, scenting, possessive behavior

a/n. I deleted the original post accidentally. my apologies!💚

MFAL masterlist

“What did you spend your days doing back at your pack?” Ten asks you as he shows how to clean off the fur pelts. The entire village preparing for the arrival of a new season to celebrate. You comb through the knots in what you can only assume was once a black bear, smoothing oil along the coat.

“Well, I mostly assisted my mother with embroidery for the pack. She was our main seamstress..” you finish, mouth quivering in the memory of what once was your beautiful life. Ten frowns shampooing down what looks like a coyote fur.

“You probably miss them a lot…” he mumbles sorrowfully. “I know we’ve only just met, and I’ll never be able to replace your family..” Ten holds on to your arm, gently petting over your skin. “But, I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need, anything, don’t hesitate to ask me. You are my family now.” He smiles brightly, pearly white teeth all on display. You gently smile back in return, very appreciative to have a bed and food. Even if all new smells around you were exhausting to absorb, and even if the food wasn’t agreeing with your stomach.

“Let’s get these dried furs inside. Some of the alphas should be arriving in a bit for measurements.” Ten begins unclipping the dried furs the omegas had cleaned up the previous day. You follow him inside the sewing room, mainly as help still shadowing over him to learn the ways of the pack.

“We have to be sure our alpha’s can stay warm on the hunt. Our meteorologist believes this will be one of our harshest winters yet. I’m sure you noticed most of us just walk around in these flimsy one piece cotton garments. Luckily alpha body heat protects them, and us.” he finishes with a suggestive smirk, setting up a belt around his thin waist with sewing needles and thread. The door opens, a broad figure leading into a defined waist stepping in. He bows with a charming smile, long neck exposed as he straightens up.

“Jaemin!” Ten exclaims, he moves beside you grabbing onto your hand. “This is one of our strongest alphas, Na Jaemin. My little trouble making puppy Nana.”

You bow in return to the alpha introducing yourself. He continues to sport a large smile welcoming you to the pack. The door opens up again, Jeno stepping in with another well built alpha. Jeno looks your way releasing an annoyed sigh, moving in the opposite direction, standing furthest away. The new alpha introducing himself as ‘Jaehyun’, Jeno’s second lead in command. Ten begins measuring around Jaemin’s frame, the two flirting as Jaemin jokes asking if Ten has shrunk recently.

You look toward the alphas chatting with each other, neither giving you much of a thought. You fiddle with the measuring tape nervously that Ten had set you up with.

“You know how to measure an inseam right?” Ten asks from behind Jaemin, reaching across the span of his shoulders. You nod, bending at your knees to measure up Jaehyun’s leg. His bare thigh muscle twitches near your face. Jeno’s jaw clenches, eyes focused on your small hands hovering around Jaehyun’s body trying your best to not touch him. Jaehyun lifts his arms up above his head stretching dramatically with a deep groan. His pelvis moving forward, cloth lifting up grazing over your cheek. You flinch falling down onto your knees dropping your hands. His peachy scent catapulting into your senses, blood rushing up your neck. You look up to apologize, the alpha beaming deep set dimple adorned cheeks.

“Looking good down there” Jaehyun lifts a brow, relaxing his arms chest flexed out.

Jeno steps forward shoving him back enough for Jaehyun to stumble. Jaehyun grunts setting his balance looking at Jeno with confusion.

“Enough fucking around. I need to speak with the council soon. You can play with this..” Jeno swallows down, neck bobbing. “This, omega” he emphasizes with distaste. “After she finishes up with me.”

“Aye aye captain” Jaehyun says sarcastically with a nod backing away to step outside. Jeno crosses large arms over over his chest staring straight ahead, legs slightly parted. You gaze over his substantially larger size hovering above you. Pine scent much more intense at this level.

“Is there a reason you’re just sitting on your ass gawking at me?” Jeno says, jaw tight as always not sparing you a glance. You shake your head quickly moving to crawl closer, fumbling straightening out the tape. Jeno’s legs are built up from years of physical work, scars decorated over his shins.

“Alpha, I could sew you some pelts together to protect your legs.” You look up with a smile proud of your idea. Jeno slowly tilts his chin down to look at you, teeth gritted behind tensed lips. His darkened eyes scan over your face, chest moving up and down with deep shallow breaths.

“I noticed…the scarring..” eyes falling back down as your mind clouds over, fingers lightly skimming the skin. Jeno’s body heat is fiery, fingertips burning to the touch. His leg jolts away as if repulsed, the rest of Jeno’s body shifting forward, momentarily losing balance. You gasp holding your hands up gripping onto thick firm thighs. The scent hits you intensely at first, and then something large and hard lands against your cheek. Jeno grips at your shoulders, teeth clamped down into his lower lip. Your jaw drops open gasping, silent scream falling out of your throat.

“God you two, we’re still here you know” Jaemin laughs looking over the predicament you and Jeno have landed in. Ten cringes and starts slapping at Jeno’s shoulder.

“Oh my god get off of her!” He squeaks out. Jeno sucks in air harshly, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you away roughly. You let out a yelp landing on your back, hitting the chair behind you hard on the way down. Your face curls up in anguish groaning out, the coil forming in your stomach long forgotten.

“Jeno! What the fuck!” Jaemin yells out falling down to check on you. Jeno’s panting picks up, sweat trickling down his bare chest. He pushes his way past Ten storming out of the room. Jaemin lifts you up into his sturdy arms easily checking over you for any bruising. You groan rubbing at the back of your head, blinking at the light burning your vision.

“What the hell was that about?” Ten asks confused settling next to Jaemin, stroking over your forehead. Jaehyun makes way back inside, eyebrows furrowing at the display before him.

“Is it my turn? Jeno just stormed out running toward the river so..”

Jaemin and Ten share a look between each other in a ‘you thinking what I’m thinking?’ way. They both look down at you after concerned, Ten suggesting they carry you to the infirmary just in case.

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“Are you sure you’re feeling ok? I feel so awful that my brothers been such an ass since the day we brought you in. He’s not really like this! Ever!” Ten walks with you arm and arm out of the canteen after eating lunch together.

“I’m fine” you smile, elixir of eucalyptus and peppermint having calmed down the small throbbing headache. Ten pulls you toward the direction of the nursery.

“The smell of pups always puts me in a good mood. Our damn omega nature.” He opens up the cabin door where the pack pups attend daycare while their parents complete daily tasks. The smell of baby powder and fresh warm milk completely engulfing you like a hug. You let out a big smile instantly relaxing.

“Oh! I didn’t expect any guests today..” a tall lanky boy in thick framed glasses looks between the two of you at the entrance.

“Oh I’m sorry Sungchan, it’s an emergency! Need to sniff a baby!” Ten laughs running toward the area where some of the pups are painting. They all giggle and scream excitedly, clinging off Ten as he sits with them. Sungchan folds his arms over his chest with a smile.

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, I’m Sungchan. I teach the kids language learning, basic home economic skills.” His figure towers above you, not intimidating enough to be an alpha. Loud screaming and laughter interrupt you both drawing your attention to the garden.

Another tall lanky framed boy runs inside, one pup under each arm pretending to fly with their arms spread out. He easily swoops them through the air voicing out flight controls as their laughter resounds out.

“andddd that would be my older brother, Jungwoo” Sungchan lets you know. Your smile grows watching as this beta sets down the pups tickling over them. Jungwoo’s laugh is loud, smile wide and child like himself. Your heart beats a little faster watching him pretend to pass out as another pup stabs at him with a plastic sword.

“My brother, physically a man, mentally a pup still” Sungchan laughs shaking his head. “Excuse me, I’m going to check on the kids before Ten let’s them paint on the walls again.”

You nod still smiling, the most at ease you have felt since arriving to the Lee pack. The loud beta sits back up acting like a zombie now, crawling on his knees after the screaming pups shouting out “Brains! Want brains!”. His eyes open up landing on yours, plump lips parting open.

“Oh my Goddess…..it’s you!” He stumbles to stand up dusting himself off quickly, smoothing the wrinkles off the cloth body garment betas all seem to wear. He runs a hand through his hair walking over to you nervously, head ducked.

“Hi…uh, I looked for you today at breakfast” he says contemplating. The beta moves around you to the small fridge behind a desk. He returns with a tote in hand. “I…may have overheard you mention your previous pack lived off mostly fruit and vegetable. Picked these from our garden here, maybe this can help?” Jungwoo opens up the bag filled with apple, banana, corn, potato and carrots. Your jaw falls open, gasping astonished.

“They’re fresh, the pups help with planting them” he lets you know with a smile, shyly handing you the thin filled up fabric.

“I can’t accept these! I don’t deserve..” you start before Jungwoo cuts you off.

“It’s ok! There is always more where that came from right? It’s no worries honestly. Please, enjoy them well.” His smile radiating warmth as he rubs over the back of his neck. “I’m Jungwoo by the way, one of the packs betas. You’ll typically find me here training the pups or out on the farm maintaining the crops. I would have introduced myself sooner but, felt wrong after the way future head alpha sort of had all eyes on you..” you cringe at the memory as he finishes.

“How can I repay you for this?” You ask clutching the bag to your chest. Jungwoo continues smiling, eyes sparkling scrunched up. Your stomach runs around in circles, heart thumping as if it may burst out of your chest.

“No please, it’s enough for me to know you’ll be able to adjust easier now with food you’re more familiar with” you start to nod, the door opening up. Jungwoo’s smile falters, eyes opening up completely in surprise. “Oh, alpha Jeno..we didn’t expect your presence today..”

Jeno glares between you and Jungwoo, eyes squinted as he looks back and forth. His nostrils twitch, mouth pursed of course. Jungwoo takes a step away from you rubbing over his arms now. Jeno nods to a bag on his shoulder, shifting the weight of it.

“Supplies your brother ordered last week just came in.” He mutters out, shoving the large bag into Jungwoo’s chest. Jungwoo grunts with a cough nodding, bending at the knee to hoist up the weight.

“Thank You alpha” he nods. Jungwoo looks toward you, throwing you a nod turning to walk away. You chew over your lip, eyes locked on his retreating figure. Jeno clears his throat, large size looming near you. You sigh, smiling to yourself with a glance at the bag of produce. The small gesture warming your insides up. Jeno watches you in confusion smiling like an idiot, clearing his throat again more obviously.

“We need to talk” Jeno mumbles, making his way back out the door. You smile wider to yourself, butterflies fluttering about your insides. Jeno rolls his eyes, grabbing your bicep to pull you out of the room. You lurch back landing against his sturdy build, bare chest warm against your back. Bag slipping from your hold in surprise, an apple rolling out onto the cabins porch. Jeno grips onto your waist, large hands nearly able to envelope you completely, watching the fruit land. Your chest beats rapidly through your ears, Jeno swallows in air audibly shoving you away.

“Is it my responsibility to follow you around and make sure you don’t crack your skull open now?” He spits out, tone evidently annoyed. You ignore him catching yourself, kneeling to grab your things. “and what is this omega? Stealing food from children now too?” You snap to look at him, clutching at the apple that escaped.

“I would never do such a thing!” You stand up pushing into Jeno’s space, body hovering above you much higher standing about 6ft. “How dare you accuse me of something so cruel!” You cry out, losing control over your emotions. A common issue that seems to arise whenever Jeno is near you. He stares down at you, eyes blinking faster, lip trembling.

“Then what is this?” Jeno yanks the bag from your grip, opening up the evidence to deem you guilty in his eyes.

“That was given to me!” You screech grabbing out, Jeno lifts the bag up higher out of your reach.

“Jeno Lee!” A pleasant familiar voice calls out, Jungwoo stepping outside the nursery to check on all the noise. “I..it was me! I gave her those!” He calls out softly, moving to stand between you and Jeno. You glare at him from behind Jungwoo’s, albeit slim, broad and long figure that conceals you. Jeno steps back, shocked expression passing over his features.

“What?..What did you just say to me beta?”

“I over heard what happened the other day. I was just trying to help.” Jungwoo’s neck slouches, eyes falling to the ground. You move to stand by his side, ripping the bag out of Jeno’s hand while he’s distracted.

“It costs no one anything to be nice, did you know that alpha?” You say with watery eyes, telling yourself to not waste tears. You take Jungwoo’s hand, motioning to head back inside. Jeno stands stiffly watching the door shut behind you in confusion. How does this keep happening? He was going to apologize about what had happened earlier, why couldn’t he control himself around you? You were just so hard headed and difficult.

Jeno sighs rubbing his hands over his face roughly, pulling at his hair. He tells himself to shake it off, what does it matter if some dense omega dislikes him. He grinds his teeth together pulling the satchel around his waist forward. He pulls out a banana that he’d been carrying since breakfast.

Jeno walks away mumbling to himself “stupid omega….or pitiful alpha”

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“Look at all of this! Oh you cannot wear any of those pelts. It will give everyone the wrong idea if you walk around smelling like an alpha.” Taeyong exclaims sorting through the gifts piling up at the entrance of the Lee omegas cabin.

“But why do they keep dropping them off then?” You asked confused looking through the wooden made trinkets, thick winter garments, and bed throws.

“Baby, they’re trying to court you!” He says with a laugh. “You’re so innocent, it’s adorable. Shit, if I only had a knot, or well….if only you did” he winks laughing, always so bubbly.

“Court me? They don’t even know me? I don’t know them?” You grimace at the burnt licorice scent wafting off a pelt throwing it aside.

“That’s the point, they want to know you. They want you to know them. You know my dad courted my mom just by sending her a bouquet of roses heavily dosed in his scent. She says it was enough to trigger her heat, she was always such a bad liar though.” Taeyong holds a crocheted top against his body, nose twitching. “Hey!” He sniffs at it, eyebrows furrowing. “Peaches?!?..damn it Jeong Jaehyun!” His slim figure storms off crinkling up the yarny garment. You laugh a little puzzled sorting the pelts into a pile since you won’t be keeping any.

“What is all of this here now?” Ten asks from behind you as he catches his breath. You shrug smiling more as you finish up the stack.

“Taeyong says I’m high in demand” you say turning around, taking a step back surprised yet again. Jeno’s much larger frame looming next to him. They both carry logs of wood beneath their arms, Jeno holding more.

“Oh my god are these all for you? and here I thought I was the packs most desired omega.” He grunts adjusting the logs. “Ugh Jeno, put those down and help me! My arms are going to fall off!” Jeno scans over everything on the porch anxiously, nodding rapidly moving to set down the logs. Ten groans dramatically dropping all the ones in his hold, wiping dust off himself.

“Where is my dreamy alpha to do this crap for me when I need him?” He scoffs reaching for your hands. “Sooo, anything entice you yet?” Ten asks wiggling his brows. You roll your eyes with a laugh head shaking.

“Not quite” Ten pouts swinging your linked hands back and forth.

“Well there’s still the Winter festivities to look forward to. We have to find you something to wear, put those things on display.” He says pulling open your arms with a nod to your chest. Jeno grunts irritated, hoisting up the wood Ten had discarded.

“I’ll be taking these inside.” He grits out walking away, shoulders tensed, jaw locked tightly.

“Come on, I’ll make us all some tea.” You follow Ten inside, Jeno set up at the hearth that hadn’t been much in use since last Winter.

Ten drags you along to the kitchen starting up the kettle.

“Soo, what was that all about back at the nursery earlier? Didn’t take you as one to go for betas, but never judge a book by it’s cover!” He asks drizzling golden honey into three mugs. Your eyes widen, lifting the mug up to blow over the hot tea.

“Not sure what you mean..” you take a sip, honey warming over your throat. Jeno approaches, grabbing his own mug, molded over pine scent floating around you. Your nose twitches, nostrils sucking in at the bitterness. Ten looks back and forth between you too, picking up on the sourness in the air, forehead creasing in thought.

“I should be heading out now” he finishes off the beverage, leaning in to kiss over Ten’s cheek goodbye without sparing you a glance before exiting.

“….he’s still being a brat huh?” Ten tsks, moving into the lounge room area where the hearth now lights up the walls. He sniffs about glancing around in confusion.

“That’s…strange..Jeno must have forgotten his coat. He never just leaves this thing laying around.” Ten picks up a pristine white pelt from the make shift bed you’d been using in the cabin. He shakes it out moving to hang it up, Jeno’s powerful scent filling up the entire room. You lay down weakly on your bed, mind fogging up. The crisp scent pine after rain engulfing you in warmth as your eyes fall shut.

#jeno smut #lee jeno smut #nct dream smut

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nohomie · 2 days

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I owe you guys an apology for letting you all wait for so long only to receive silence. It may not be a big deal for some, but I believe I should at least give an explanation. I haven't been drawing as much welcome home as I used to because as time went on it started feeling more like a chore to draw. It probably didn't help that I was going through a major burnout not long ago and it's been reoccurring every now and then. It got bad enough that at times the quality of my art would just get lower the more I push myself. Then other things came to light that I had to put to priority and eventually I just kept pushing this Hunter vs Hunted AU so far back that it's almost abandoned for long periods of time.

While I still love Welcome Home and would want to keep drawing every now and then, I'm not confident that I can be consistent, much less do a series with the state that I am right now.

So what happens next? I'm not entirely sure. I won't say that the AU is discontinued only that it won't be in comic format anymore. It's a huge downgrade ik but it's for the best if I wanna keep drawing more WH art without the risk of ruining the quality.

I can't thank you enough for the people who stuck around, when all I've given for the most part is silence and worry. I hope to make it up to you all

#been debating on how to put things lightly because this whole thing has been a long time coming #i tried pushing it aside but well #look where it got me #theres always something so creative with every art i see about it and it has and always will be a comfort place for me #i still love welcome home and its fandom #so with what I can I wanna keep drawing for it #just that I have to consider my mental health this time instead of brute forcing my way around it #welcome home

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lulublack90 · 6 days

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Prompt 30 - Fairy Tale AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 30, word count 1630

The Wolf launched itself through the castle gates as the hunters chased it through the woods. He’d probably be no safer here than out there, but he knew humans tended to avoid castles like this one, least they incur the wrath of its master.

He limped into a small rose garden, he scrunched up his nose at the overpowering perfume, but the tall hedges gave him cover and if he squirmed to the back of the thorny bushes he’d be entirely hidden. So that's what he did. He tried not to squash the flowers too much as the thorns bit through his fur and stabbed into his pads.

The sound of many pounding feet nearing had him holding his breath. The dog's barked. They weren’t like him. Bred to be deaf to his world by millennia of human interaction, they could no longer speak to each other and instead hunted his kind.

“Stupid beast, it’s not in there, come on!” One of the hunters yelled as he dragged his dog away from the entrance to the rose garden. Then everything went quiet.

“HOW DARE YOU ENTER WHAT IS MINE WITHOUT PERMISSION! LEAVE NOW!” A bellow rang through the grounds. It was human, but the voice held more, something that made even the Wolf question his presence there. The hunters screamed as they ran, the tang of blood reaching his nose as they passed.

When all was quiet again, he left the bushes, a lot less carefully than he had entered them. Petals and leaves fell to the floor, crushed under his paws. “And what do you think you are doing?” A silken voice crooned behind him. The Wolf spun his eyes, falling on the most hideous human he’d ever laid eyes on. He had skin pale as fresh snow and hair as black as a rook's wing. The only wild thing about him were his piercing blue eyes. He was slender and moved as though he were made of liquid.

The Wolf slowly backed away. “Oh no you don’t. You have destroyed the roses, your freedom is now forfeit." The Wolf felt the magic ripple over him as invisible bonds wove themselves around his legs. “You are mine now, wolf.” The man grinned a wicked smile. “Come along,” He said waving a hand, “I’ll show you were you’ll be staying.” And the Wolf followed him into the castle knowing he had no other choice.

They didn’t go far, rather than up they went down into the cool darkness below the castle. A wooden door stood ajar, the human gestured for him to enter. It was cave-like, a bed of soft furs lined one corner of the room. He limped over to it. “Are you hurt?” The human asked. It was strange, it was almost as if he expected an answer.

“I will heal.” He said before flinging himself onto the bed, a small whimper escaping his muzzle as the sore leg jarred.

“You might heal quicker if you let me look at it.” The human drawled. The Wolf cocked its head. ‘Does he understand me?’ The human rolled his eyes. “You can speak, I understand you.” The Wolf sniffed the air, this human was other.

“It is sprained, I do not need your help.” He huffed. “How is it that you can speak with me?” He asked. The human smiled.

“Long ago, I displeased a powerful enchantress, and she placed a curse on me, turning me into his hideous creature.” He yanked at the clothing that covered his body, his slender hands curling into claws. “I have not yet figured out how to escape its magics. That bitch won’t tell me.” He growled an inhuman sound towards the ceiling. “She just told me when it happens I’ll know.” His face twisted into a snarl and the Wolf could almost see the beast within. “What should I call you?” The human's face settled into a blank mask.

“Moony,” The Wolf told him. The human snorted.

“Bit on the nose that one? I was Padfoot in another life. In this one, I go by Sirius. Welcome to my home, by the way. I am sorry you’re trapped here with me, but that rose garden was a gift from the enchantress, and she ordered me to do it when she saw the mess you’d made.” Sirius hung his head. “I would have let you go if I could.” Moony sighed letting him know he understood. “You’re free to go where you please in the castle and the grounds, maybe stay out of the rose garden.” He chuckled. “Let’s not anger her more.” Sirius left him then.

Moony took in everything he had learnt. Sirius was trapped here as much as he was, it seemed. That human form wasn’t his true form, and he had no idea how to change back. Perhaps that was something he could help Sirius figure out. But for now, the soft furs cradled his exhausted body to sleep.

Moony spent most of his days with Sirius over the next few months. They had become very close friends. He was even beginning to look past the awful narrow nose, the blunt white teeth and even the absurd way hair only seemed to grown out of the top of his head and above his eyes in strange lines and see the beast within.

He had gone for a stroll in the gardens, stretching out his muscles, he’d spotted some rabbits from the windows and wanted to have some fun. But as he neared the entrance to the rose garden he heard voices. He recognised Sirius’s instantly, making him stop. Another etherial voice joined his friends.

“Everything you need to break your curse is here, Sirius,” She said.

“What do you mean it’s here? What’s here? Why won’t you just tell me?!” Sirius cried, frustrated. But the etherial voice didn’t wavier.

“I can not tell you, Sirius. You must discover it on your own.” A flash of light rose high into the sky above, Moony followed it as high as he could, arching his great neck back, exposing his throat as though he were about to howl. Sirius let out a great roar of anger and sadness, making Moony’s hackles rise along his back. He turned and fled, back to his room beneath the castle.

That night, Sirius came to see him. He didn’t say a word, just curled up beside him and buried his tear-stained face in Moony’s silver fur. Moony licked him gently, showing him he cared.

“I just want to be me again, Moony.” He whispered into the dark.

“I know,” Moony whispered back.

Sirius wasn’t the same after that. He was quiet and subdued. He came each night to curl up beside Moony though, and Moony found he quite enjoyed his presence. He’d never let another be that close before, beast or human.

Then came the night when the hunters returned. They had fire, dogs and had gathered the nearby village to take up arms and rid their land of the strange prince who lived alone in the castle.

Sirius didn’t even put up a fight, he let them drag him down the stone steps and fling him to the ground. He didn’t get up. Moony had been sleeping in his bed of furs and hadn’t heard the oncoming mass before they’d stormed the castle. Sirius must have blocked the entrance to the bowels of the castle as Moony rammed against the door over and over. He put all his power into it until he heard it splintering.

It swung open, the lock smashed out of the wall. Moony raced to the entrance and flew down the same steps they had dragged Sirius down moments before.

He didn’t have time to think, he flung his body over Sirius’s, protecting him from the knife that was aimed for his heart. Moony snatched it from the hunter with his teeth and growled a deep menacing growl. The hunters stopped.

“It’s him.” One of them shouted. “The one we lost.” Moony growled again. A warning. Next time he would draw blood.

He didn’t dare look down at Sirius. If he did, they might take advantage. ‘He’s mine!’ He thought. ‘Mine, you can’t have him!’ And as if that realisation had some sort of power behind it, a blueish white light rippled from Sirius’s cowering body and forced the hunters and their men back out of the castles gates. They slammed shut, and thick chains coiled around the metal, stopping the humans from reentering.

The light dissipated and Moony looked down at the man beneath him, only it wasn’t a man. Laying where the hideous human that was his friend, was his, now laid the most beautiful shaggy black dog he’d ever seen.

Vibrant blue eyes stared up at him. Those familiar eyes.

“Siri—Padfoot?” He asked, nuzzling his nose into the dog's side. ‘Was he hurt?’ He sniffed the air but couldn’t smell any signs.

Padfoot slowly got to his feet and shook out his fur, it stood on end, making him look very fluffy. Suddenly, he started barking and jumping around. He ran to Moony.

“Moony, Moony! I’m me! I’m me!” He yelped gleefully before bashing his head into Moony’s side. They started playing, rolling on the grass, pawing at each other.

“Well done, Padfoot.” The etherial voice travelled across the wind. They stopped what they were doing, heads snapping up at her voice.

“You found one who would love you even in another form, you are both free.” She smiled and waved her hands. Moony felt the invisible bonds shatter, and they watched as the castle melted away, leaving behind a mountain, littered with caves.

“Home,” Padfoot said, before they walked towards it. Where they lived happily ever after.

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alex-frostwalker · 13 days

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This document has been catching dust in the files so... Here's the context/description of the Timekeeper Wally's home AU is like.. ↓

⚙️🕒⏳Welcome Home Timekeeper! AU⏳🕒⚙️

⚙️✨AU Summary✨⚙️

Wally and his fellow neighbors are a fancy steampunk group of time travelers who are called The Timekeepers.

They still live and work in a lovely neighborhood called Home. Which is secluded from the rest of the world. Protected by outside time interferences. No one knows how this place came to be or the energy of time itself generating there.

Their job is to help out and fix the errors in time and history. They also help nurture and archive the past records.

They also stop the time messing troublemakers known as the Time Breakers.

Their job is to cause mishap and terror through timelines for power and money from the stolen pieces from history.

⚙️Character Roles⚙️

🖌️Wally Darling🎨

He is the best neighbor of the neighborhood, he is very kind, sweet and smart. In charge of artifacts, relics and paintings.

🦴Barnaby B Beagle🐾

Wally's best friend, and a very great scout and hunter of the group. He looks out for any troublemakers around.

💐Julie Joyful🌹

She is a hyperactive gal who brings joy to anyone's day. She is also in charge of the disguises, and medicine. Since she is a Rainbow Monster.

📚Frank Frankly🦋

The Archivist of the group, he is very knowledgeable in history, engineering and time travel

📫Eddie Dear✉️

Delivery/Mailman/Pilot Expert, he explores the world while undercover as a time traveler.

✨Sally Starlet☀️

Loves the stories of the past, very knowledgeable in the theater arts

🧵Poppy Patridge🐔

Loving mother of the group is very worried that they'll get hurt during their missions. Has made some rules for time traveling just for their sake of safety. She is also in charge of disguises along with Julie.

📦Howdy Pillar🐛

A strong helpful mechanic of the group. He has a lot of tools and things needed for time traveling and with Frank to help. He runs the Bugdega which is also a Workshop

🚪Home🏡

Wally's Home and an important member of the group. Home detects and alerts Intruders from infiltrating their neighborhood. He detects anomalies beyond the timestream but needs help from his Neighbors to pinpoint the exact place and era.

⌛Time Breakers💥

A rowdy misfits and troublemakers through timelines. From changing the timeline or stealing an important thing that changes history.

🕒Timekeeper Mission Groups🕒

Disguises

Delivery

Hunting

Restoration

Recording/Scouting

Undercover

⚖️Rules of Time Travel🕒

Don't ever meet your past self

Don't change the course of history for selfish reasons

Don't reveal your identity as a time traveler to others unless they'll keep it a secret or join

Always put your disguise on when time traveling

Don't lose your time traveling gadgets

Always report any anomalies

#Splashing Idea🌊#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #timekeeper au #timekeeper wally au #au #wally darling #julie joyful #eddie dear #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #howdy pillar #poppy patridge #home #welcome home home #welcome home timekeeper au

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dollpuppets · 4 months

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Allie Sweetie is a kitsune In the hunter and the hunted au, I've thought it would be interesting to make one of oc to be a Japanese folk creature in this au!

Allies real name in the au was in Japanese "Akamie"!

Akamie uselessly lived in Japan with his family until the humans or puppet kinds killed his family and he's the only one left. He travel around to become a little trickster and a thief to steal food! One day he meant a gargoyle named Frank Frankly who saved Akamie from feeling bad how his kind treated. And Akamie did a same when Frank was about to get arrested and they became friends to family.

Frank called him Allie for an English name.

Allie maybe small and a toddler but his powers of the kitsune are strong and kind of powerful.

Allie gets to stick with Julie and Frank for now but still a trickster for fun!

Hunter and the hunted au made by@nohomie

Allie Sweetie belongs to me

Welcome home belongs to @PartyCoffin

#welcome home #welcome home oc #partycoffin #welcome home au #frank frankly #hunterandthehunted

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jessjad · 5 months

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Christmas magic

Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little christmas magic to help you be at ease with the decisions you made.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: "Santa is real"

Warnings: none really, a little fluff and some wonders.

Word Count: 1439

A/N: Hello! :) This is my contribution to @spnfanficpond 's secret santa 2023. This is for @spnexploration. Originally, I had this planned out as a post-series Oneshot. But she asked for it not be, so... I had to change some things. 🙈

This is a AU-setting now and it's around season 13 age-wise. They're still hunters, though. Otherwise the plot I thought of wouldn't have worked. So, I hope you like it. :)

The christmas lights were twinkling throuh the whole house, it smelled of freshly baked cookies and the christmastree was already up and shining. It had such a strong feel of home now that Dean hat to shake his head a little in disbelieve. If someone had told him a year ago that he would have this kind of peace around christmastime, he would've not believed it.

But everything changed after he met Y/N. He never thought that she would be as interested in him as he was in her but one night out celebarting a very sucssesful hunt loosened their tounges. Dean didn't really know why he wanted this to be so serious at first, but seeing Sam being so happy with Eileen showed him over time that he missed something. When they both told him that they were having a baby, the older Winchester felt a crack in his heart.

And then, on one faithful hunt, he met Y/N. Not thinking she would stick around, she surprised him and stayed. From that point on he was lost. At first he was hesitant and feared that she would be hurt more than anything if he didn't keep his distance to her, but she did not shy away from him and in the end, they landed here. In their own house. Rowena warded the hell out of this place with her magic, of course.

Footsteps on the stairs in the hallway brought him back out of his thoughts and he started to smile when he saw Y/N appear in the livingroom followed by Sam and Eileen who held a litte bundle of fabric in her arms, their babygirl sleeping soundly.

"We're ready." Y/N said and gave Dean a small kiss on the cheek. "You still sure that you don't wanna come with us?"

"I'm positive, sweatheart." Dean replied and curled his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. "Me and the man upstairs don't have the best connection. We're not really compañeros."

"I... that's probably not the... right word you wanted to use, Dean." Said Sam and frowned a little at his brothers use of the spanish language.

"Shut it, Sam."

"Ok, guys. Can we go?" interrupted Eileen grinning.

"Sure." Y/N turned fully to her boyfriend and tried one last time. "Ok, last chance, Dean. Mr. Harris will be there too, playing Santa Claus and handing out presents."

Dean knew that she was trying to lure him out with that and he had to smirk.

"That sounds nice, try to bring me one with. I'll wait here and chop some more firewood."

Y/N sighed, but smiled lovingly up to him. "Ok. But don't overdo it. It's cold outside."

They kissed and then he watch the other three people leave to go to the christmas mass. After the door closed behind them, Dean put his warm wintercoat on and went out to the backyard. Y/N was right, it was really cold. He went over to the firewood, picked up his axe and started to split it.

Time past quick and all of a sudden Dean started to here some bells in the distance. He stopped with his work and started to look around, wondering where the sound came from, but he couldn't quite make it out. Just before he wanted to keep going with his work, he heared the fence door open. Have they already been back?

But it was not who he expected. Into the backyard came Mr. Harris fully dressed as Santa. Dean had to smile and shook his head a little. The lengths his beautiful girlfriend would go for him.

"Hello Mr. Harris." welcomed Dean and shook the other man's hand.

"Hello Dean." He replied.

"Did Y/N convince you to come over and give me your present in person?"

"No..." the old man laughed. "They're all still in church. But I wanted to come over here now. After all, Santa has to be in many places at the same time at Christmas."

"Well, what do I get, Santa?" Dean played along.

"I hope, you will like my present for you, eventhough it's not a physical one."

Dean chuckled. "Who would have seen that coming?" He turned fully to the other man and was now really curious what was about to happen. "So, what is it then?"

"My present for, Dean Winchester, is this:" He returned the smile, but then became a little more serious. "You did good."

Now Dean's smlie faltered and he started to frown. Putting his hands into his pockets of his jeans he needed a moment before he spoke again.

"What?"

"You've seen a lot of bad things in this world. From very early on your life was full of horror and nightmares."

"How do you know..." Dean said, but his visitor didn't stop.

"You had to go through a lot of things noone should go through. You had to make a lot of difficult decisions, but in the end, you always did good."

"Is... is this a joke?" Dean already going into hunter mode.

"No. Not at all." He raised his hands in a defensive position. "I know, you've seen many big bads in your carrer and I get that you think that I may be one of them too. But I promise you, I'm probably the only real good one out there."

Dean wanted to say something again, but he didn't get a chance to do so.

"And as the only good one, let me tell you: you're a really good man too."

The look in his eyes told Dean that he really meant it, he was sincere, and the defends that had build up a minute ago faded away.

"All the worries and guilt that you carry around with you... you need to let it go. All the decisions you made that you thought maybe weren't the right ones... you couldn't have done anything differently."

Dean felt a lump forming in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. Whatever was happening here was affecting him, making the big, heavy burden on his shoulders smaller and smaller.

"You saved so many lives, Dean. You have made so many people's lives better. And that alone makes you one of the best people ever. So be proud of yourself! And stop worrying too much."

Dean didn't know what to say, so he just nodded which the man infront of him returned. Then, it looked like he wanted to leave, but he turned around once more.

"Oh, and don't worry about Y/N. Her heart is yours. And it will stay that way for a very long time." He winked.

"How... how do you know that?" The Winchester managed to ask.

"Well, who do you think sent her to you on that hunt last year?"

Was he really serious? This was getting weird and ridiculous.

"Dean?"

Y/N voice sounded through the house and Dean looked over to the livingroom, seeing her standing there and taking her jacket off. The cold was really getting to him now and all he wanted to do was to go inside and take the woman he loved into his arms and let her bodywarmth wash over him.

But, when he turned around to say goodbye to Mr. Harris he was already gone. And than he could here the bells ringing again. What? That was really weird.

Dean went inside and greeted his girl just like he wanted to and she welcomingly molded into him.

"There you are. Are you done with the firewood?"

"Yep. Just need to take it inside."

"Great. Oh..." Y/N pulled away from his arms a little. "We brought Mr. Harris with us."

"What?" Dean looked puzzled at Y/N.

"Yeah. He started to feel dizzy in church while he was handing out his presents. He's in the kitchen now and Sam's calling his son to come pick him up."

"But... but he... was..." Dean looked quickly out into the backyard.

"Is this okay with you?" Asked Y/N with worry in her voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Go back into the kitchen. I'll just got and bring in the wood real quick."

"Okay." Y/N mood enlighted a little more and she gave him a short kiss on his lips before she left.

Dean hurried outside and took a quick look around but there was noone to be found. And then he heard a laughter from above his head. Looking up, Dean couldn't believe his eyes. Right there, infront of the moon, was the dark silhouette of a sleigh that looked just like Santa Claus's.

And for once in his life, Dean Winchester truly believed that Santa is real.

@lyarr24

#spnfanficpond secret santa 2023 #fanfiction #dean winchester #christmas

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