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pricescigar · 2 years

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The Werewolf

(Pt. 1)

Elvira suddenly gasped for breath, slamming the door open with her shoulder despite the Burning pain and sensation her whole body was going through. She had to get out of here as soon as possible, for her life was at stake her eyes were shot open like bloodshots itself the cold air hitting her rapidly, her body shaking as ever. The shock hitting her, only a last bit of adrenaline was left within her. The loud growls and cries could be heard in the distance; No matter how far she trotted in the snow, they could still be heard. It roars thundering within the desolate forest. Yet the beast as nowhere to be seen, or even heard of. There, she became terrified. How could she let this happen? The crimson blood stained the snow, with every quick movement she made when running.

Her health was rapidly declining, with every step she took in the snow. Yet she didn't give up. Crying in pain she could barely move, trails of blood planting on the white snow. Falling down onto the snow, she didn't want to die, not here. Yet her eyes were beginning to close, from what she could see a blur within her eyes the Werewolf approached her; At any minute she could convulse, die of frostbite or be eaten alive... The hurt in her eyes knowing she couldn't save herself, nor the person who meant dear to her. While the beast continued snarling and growling, before from the corner of it's eyes it suddenly got attacked. At that time Elvira passed out from blood loss.

Soon enough her eyes began to move again, surely she was dreaming was she not? Had she died? Elvira couldn't tell, yet her whole body was in pain, it burned, and the wounds cried out in pain. Her head was laid against the pillow, she couldn't make out where she was. Elvira couldn't keep her eyes opening enough, her body was frail and weak. Too much was going on to the point she wasn't coherent enough, why isn't she dead?

"I know it hurts, stay still for me. Please..." A voice could be heard, the voice was unrecognisable in the slightest. Who was it? They continued to take care of Elvira's wounds, they were deep and almost infected. She was so close turning (Being contaminated too) Into one of them, luckily that was prevented. So the person had hoped, Elvira would had to be watched closely. The person was staring back at her with utter worry, they could tell Elvira was certainly dreaming. Well, they were here just in case anything else was to happen. Placing a cold wet flannel on her head, hopefully to reduce the temperature. Whoever was with her, would take care of Elvira regardless. Think of them as a caretaker, more or less. Maybe something even more.

Many hours earlier. . .

Elvira Wolff was the greatest Supernatural Hunter to have ever walked on this earth, before she had fallen in love with the kind she had always hunted for her job— Well thanks to her father who was also a great hunter, in his prime time many moons ago. The Wolff family were a great group of Supernatural hunters, the greatest ones they had ever seen. And thanks to the reputation her father had made also, over the decades he had been working. Along with loads of contracts down the line . . .

Despite his old age and the many injuries he had injured over the decades, he continued to do his job. No matter what cost, or injury that man had faced along his way. He was always back to working as a Hunter in no time, that's how much he loved his job. His beloved daughter had moved to the rural countryside, near the village where her other fellow hunters had a base there not far off. Much to her father's dismay of not wanting her to move so far from him, especially when she's still a young adult… Going into the big bad world. Elvira didn't listen to him in the slightest. After all… She was an adult, she could do what she ever saw her mind fit to.

From there on Elvira continued to hunt all the supernatural beasts, just like her father, godfather and uncles did too in their prime. It was all swell until one fateful day. Arriving back to her old Childhood home, Elvira could easily tell that nothing was the same as it once was before, there was this unsettling touch to it. Approaching over to the door, and slowly opening it curiously. Keeping her weapon close. Due to the long travel she had only arrived at night time, the dark clouds covering the moon.

Grabbing the door knob, Elvira slowly opened the front door of her childhood home, and cautiously looked around for her father. Yet he was nowhere to be seen even, she was now beginning to feel very apprehensive now… Part of her still felt bad that she left him, to go and join the hunters. Leaving him all alone… She was a young adult, nieve, thinking she could handle it all by herself. But never focused on what her father had wanted for her also.

The whole house was a complete mess, all of the furniture had been thrown to the floor or worse ripped to shreds like nothing. The scratch marks looked like it came from a Werewolf, which made her heart sink into her stomach. Elvira had to find her father soon, she had already felt guilty enough leaving him all alone; When she lived so far away from her own father, that already made her feel guilty enough.

The full moon was slowly rising . . . That in itself wasn't a good sign at all.

"Vater? Vater where are you…?" Elvira spoke in a whisper, being unaware of her father's condition is what worried her most. Taking a deep breath, she heard a groan in pain coming from her father not far in one of the rooms. Quickly Elvira approached over to the bedroom door, opening it to see her father on the floor.

He had been infected by the many Werewolves that resided here in the forest, whether she was too late to save him or not. That Elvira didn't know herself, seeing the bare scratch and bite marks all over his body. In most cases it was highly likely for a person to be turned into a Werewolf in this condition, the common cause was that most were cursed to be in said form as well.

"Get out of here, Elvira ... Now. Just go!" Dietrich managed to say holding onto his arm where he recently got scratched, at this point it was far too late. He knew that already— That side of him that he'd never thought of having, was beginning to take hold of.

"What? Nein vater, I'm here to help you, bitte-" Elvira knelt down to him, leaving her weapon aside. Dietrich growled in pain and his nails became ever so sharp scratching Elvira's arm unexpectedly, even through her clothes as she began to bleed.

The shock hitting her immediately seeing her arm began to drop with crimson blood, the sudden body weight made her fall down to the ground. The more her father would snarl and growl becoming more animalistic like the Lycanthrope, she covered her face letting her arms and hands continued to be scratched. Knowing he was about to bite her, Elvira tried keeping his face away. From the corner of her eye, she could still see her weapon, taking one big risk was all she needed.

Letting go of her father and letting him bite her shoulder immediately, the sharp fangs digging into her body. Elvira began to scream in pain before kicking him off, using the rest of her weight to crawl over to the crossbow she had. Grabbing it with ease and aiming it to him.

"You're not my vater anymore..." Elvira would say, before she shot at him, and the crossbow arrow struck his shoulder which he proceeded to groan in pain and fall down to the ground.

Elvira slowly got up from the ground wincing in pain, and rushing over to the door to get out of the house. Slamming the door open with her bare shoulder. Making her way out of her childhood home, using all the adrenaline she had left. Proceeding to run away from her father, who was running after her in his newly Werewolf form...

The pain was getting far worse for Dietrich– Too much even. Suddenly he felt his back begin to crack, and his hands and arm extended as they did. While his bones continued to crack and extend along with his back. The clothes that he wore began to rip, falling down in the wooden flooring. The black hair's beginning to grow on him, while his appearance began taking form too. Fully transforming into a Werewolf— Ripping the arrow out of his shoulder, breaking it into two. Snarling and growling loudly, the bright yellow eyes glowing in the moonlight. He began sensing the blood and quickly followed Elvira's trade of blood.

Another Werewolf was currently out hunting, hunting for himself. Most over the centuries took control of their forms, with time and a lot of patience. While the full moon was great for them to go out hunting. There Frank Woods began to hunt in the forest, it was one of the largest forests in Europe. Not an animal in sight, but his ears twitched when he heard screaming and crying from a distance. The distress emerging in his ears, and the scent of blood too. He became curious and he himself began to follow where the sound was last heard, soon he found Elvira laying on the snow. Seeing the rough condition she was in, the girl wouldn't last another minute longer out here. Seeing the Werewolf approach her, he couldn't help but to get himself involved.

From the corner of Dietrich's eye he got attacked by Woods. The two beasts began to fight, tossing and tumbling on the snow, scratching, biting each other. He could easily tell this werewolf was a newly transformed one, easy to kill as well. From there Frank used all the might and strength. He could tell Dietrich was beginning to lose his guard and strength, from there he grabbed the other beast's head tightly. With such strength digging the nails in the head, suddenly cracking the neck the beast's body fell down to the ground.

Woods howled in the midst of victory before he would focus his attention on the young girl who was losing her life. Picking her up gently, and quickly made his way back to the hideout he had resided in. No one had dared to cross the territorial part of his forest, if they wanted to battle him out with him. Soon approaching the hideout, making sure the door was locked and secured tight. He had laid her down on the bed he had always used, turning back into his human form without a problem. Quickly grabbing the Medical Kit, this was going to keep her alive. He had a special Serum to stop the Werewolf infection taking over her.

"I know it hurts, stay still for me. Please..." Woods would say to her, he knew well enough she wasn't coherent. Her mind was drifting between two states; A matter of life and death, yet she continued to fight no matter the cause. Woods could easily tell she was a strong fighter.

He made sure that the room had a very low dim light, through the help of a few candles. The window's blacked out, the front door securely locked from the inside. And along with the injured girl kept fairly warm. This was going to be a long night, yet Woods wanted to see her alive. No matter what happens, this girl was strong. She'd fight through this infection…

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the-lone-wolffe · 2 years

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I don’t need another oc.

I don’t need another-

#Anyways #The concept of a monster hunter (not death omens related) becoming a werewolf or vampire after a hunt gone wrong came to mind #I don't need to make more ocs for Ever Expanse. I don't need to make a whole other universe.#But here I am #hhhhhhhh-#Wolffe posts #Wolffe shouting into the void

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mandos-mind-trick · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

Summary: Your most fertile time of the month hits on a full moon. Your werewolf boyfriend can’t help himself.

Pairing: Wolffe x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, werewolf!Wolffe, mating, breeding, breeding kink, lots of talk of pregnancy, werewolf sex, scratching, licking, knotting, graphic description of a werewolf transformation, talk of pregnancy, could potentially be interpreted as dubcon even though they are in an established consenting relationship.

A/N: I think this is easily one of my favorites of all of the fics this month. Love some good werewolf smut.

MASTERLIST

You lean against Wolffe as you relax on the couch, attempting to watch the movie playing on the screen. It’s hard with his hands squeezing and trailing your body. It’s the full moon tonight, which means he’s a bit...more than usual.

He nuzzles against your neck, forcing your head to the side so he can sniff at the skin. A low growl rumbles through his chest, his tongue darting out to lap at the side of your neck.

“Babe,” You whine, trying to push him away, but his grip tightens around you. “That tickles.”

“Smell so good.” He growls, nipping at your skin. “Good enough to eat.”

“Wolffe!” You gasp as he nibbles on your throat, hands holding you so tight it’s almost painful.

He maneuvers you onto your back on the couch, slotting his body between your thighs as he sniffs at you, lips dragging along your skin. He ruts against you, hard cock dragging across your pelvis as he laps at your throat.

“Wolffe, what’s gotten into you?” You ask with a laugh. This wasn’t typical behavior during the full moon. He got touchy and needy sometimes, but never this...desperate.

“Need to breed you.” He growls, pulling away from your throat to stare down at you. One eye milky white, the other glowing yellow.

Your breath catches in your throat. He lets out a roar rearing back away from you. Your heart is pounding in your chest as he growls, body twisting and writhing as he begins to transform. You slide off the couch onto the floor, knowing you should run, you should barricade yourself somewhere but you can’t bring yourself to move. He’s never transformed in front of you before, though you have seen him in his wolf form.

His body contorts as his bones begin to snap, rearranging themselves. His clothes stretch until they rip, his body growing larger, his muscles becoming more defined. His face elongates, taking the shape of a muzzle as silver hair begins to sprout across his body. His fingers elongate into sharp claws, his groans dying off into whimpers as he fully transforms.

Not a man, but not quite a wolf either.

You stay still, trying to calm your racing heart and rapid breaths. You’re not sure if he’s even going to remember you when he finally notices you. If you run, you know it’ll be the end no matter what. You’ll trigger his predator instincts, and there’s no way you can outrun him, not even to the closest door that might be able to hold him at bay.

“Wolffe?” You whisper, stomach churning anxiously.

His head snaps towards you, lips lifting in a snarl, revealing sharp teeth that could tear your throat out easily. His nose wiggles as he sniffs the air, another low growl leaving him. It sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin. He shifts his body to face you, and you take notice of the large, red appendage dangling between his legs.

Your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat. That hadn’t been there when you saw him in his werewolf form before.

You fight the urge to back away as he stalks towards you on four paws, looking very much like a wolf. He crawls over you, pausing to shove his nose into your lower abdomen. You can feel his snuffling breaths, his exhales warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. He lifts his head to look at you, licking his lips.

Something dawns on you then. He had said you smell good, that he wants to breed you. Your last period was two weeks ago.

You’re ovulating.

He crawls closer over you, until you’re face to face. He continues to press forward, forcing you back until you’re laying on the floor under his hulking form. He leans down, his cold, wet nose pressing into your neck. His breath tickles as he sniffs you, your heart still thumping in your chest. He can probably hear it, hell he can probably smell the nerves, the fear.

Something warm and wet touches your skin, dragging along the length of your neck. It’s his tongue, much longer and thicker in this form. You hold your breath as he licks you from shoulder to jaw, a quiet rumbling sounding in his chest. One of his clawed hands lifts and for a horrifying moment you think he’s going to claw you to death, but instead his fingers wrap around the neck of your shirt before he pulls it off you, ripping the fabric into shreds.

You’ve gone without a bra as you usually do, your nipples pebbling in the cool air. His tongue travels down your neck to your chest, dragging along the skin. It’s slightly rough, a strange sensation on your sensitive body. You gasp as his tongue drags over your nipple, flicking against the sensitive bud. Your panties are starting to get damp, another rumble vibrating through his chest.

He can likely smell that too.

His clawed hands make quick work of your pants and underwear too, shredding them to pieces. He forces his way between your thighs, muzzle pressing right up against your pussy. His breaths are hot against the dampness, teeth grazing your folds as he smells you. It’s erotic really, the idea of a transformed werewolf between your thighs. You’ve had him in his human form more times than you can count during your relationship.

But never like this.

You can’t help but wonder if he’ll even remember it.

The long, rough tongue drags through your folds, a harsh gasp being torn from your lips. Your head snaps up, staring down at him between your legs. His ears twitch, tickling your knees. He stares back at you, a very human look in his eyes. For a moment you can believe Wolffe has control, that it really is him looking at you behind those eyes.

You let out a startled scream as he pounces on you, clawed fingers sinking into your skin as he flips you over onto your stomach. Your skin burns where his claws punctured your hips, but he doesn’t pay your discomfort any mind. He pulls your back end up so you’re on your knees, presenting yourself to him.

Your face heats as you’re exposed to him, but you can’t deny the arousal dripping down your thighs. It’s thrilling, the thought of being taken by Wolffe in his wolf form. He was always a bit animalistic in bed, even during your softest moments. You never imagined you’d get a chance to do this.

You feel the thick head of his cock push against your folds, your legs parting just slightly to try and give him more room. It burns as he begins to push into you, the stretch almost too much. He’s so much bigger in this form, almost double the thickness and length.

You whimper as he presses further in, cheek pressed against the wood floor. A clawed hand plants itself by your head, his body folding over yours as he presses his cock inside you. You breathe deeply attempting to relax as he forces his way in, stretching you open.

A breathy moan is pulled from your lips as he seats himself inside you, his tip bumping your cervix. Soft fur tickles your skin from where you’re pressed together, a deep rumbling growl sounding in his chest. He draws his hips back before snapping them into yours, jolting your body from the force of his thrust. Your eyes roll back as he stretches you, hitting every possible spot inside you with his huge cock.

He pulls back before snapping his hips against you once more, growling lowly as he continues to move slowly. You gasp with each thrust, sweat sticking your skin against the floor. He’s so big, nearly splitting you open with each thrust into your pussy.

He begins to move faster, dragging his hips against your ass as he thrusts deeply. Your lips part, moans and whimpers leaving you as he brushes against that spot with every thrust. You clamp around him, legs threatening to give out as he drags the first orgasm from you. He lets out a growl, clawed fingers dragging along your side as you spasm around him.

He doesn’t slow his thrusts, pushing you past the point of overstimulation. You’re beginning to ache from the stretch, from the pounding you’re taking as he ruts into you. You’re going to have a hell of a time walking tomorrow.

His furry chest presses into your back as his thrusts get deeper, his growls rumbling in your ear. Drool drips onto your shoulder, sliding across your skin as he pants and growls. You’re cumming again, legs nearly giving out as fluid splashes onto the hardwood floor. Wolffe lets out a howl, something pushing against your entrance.

You let out a cry as the base of his cock begins to swell, stretching your opening even further than it already was. You’re certain something is going to tear, something is going to give as he stretches you even more. It hurts, but the pain drags another orgasm from you, your vision almost going dark for a moment.

You come back as something spurts against your cervix, his hot seed filling you. It’s almost too much as he continues to cum, the pressure almost overwhelming. You’re certain if you could move, you’d find a bulge in your stomach from him.

He nuzzles against your shoulder, lapping at the skin as you shake and shudder under him. You’re so stretched and full, your body feeling like it’s taken a beating from him. He lets out a quiet sound, wrapping an arm around your stomach before you’re flipped easily onto your side.

His fur is soft as he tucks you against his chest, curling his body around you as you stay locked together. You wonder if it will actually work, if in a couple weeks you’ll find you are pregnant, that he was successful. You reach a hand down, sliding over the bulge in your lower abdomen. Perhaps in a few weeks, there will be a bump there for another reason.

Perhaps in a couple weeks you’ll be carrying his pups.

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pynkgothicka · 9 months

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Synopsis - You visit your boyfriend the night he told you explicitly not to come. (Part 2 of the Monster Series)

Pairing - Dark! Yandere Werewolf Kim Taehyung x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Alex Wolff (Get it. Wolf. Please Laugh)

Tags and Warnings - Violence, Hints to Sex, Cannibalism??, Monsters, Transformations

Authors Note - Choosing exactly how I wanted to portray Tae took years off my life.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your boyfriends hands ran over your skin as he sucked hickies into your skin. You giggled at the ticklish feeling. You could hear him snickering into your neck.

“Why are you laughing?” He said coming up to look you directly in your eyes. This only made you laugh more. “Can't take a few kisses?”

“You know I'm ticklish!” You say smacking his shoulder jokingly. Taehyung laughed, his deep voice resounding in your small apartment.

“Why do you think I do it?”

“Because your weird.”

“Hey! That's not very nice now is it?” He replied turning away from you. You knew he was joking, but you still wrapped your arms around him, his chuckling being heard from next to you. He then turned back around to kiss your forehead sweetly, his arm rubbing at your side as you say in your bed together.

Then your attention shifted to the television seemingly mindlessly. “These mysterious maulings have only one connection. They appear on the night of full moons.” The female reporter said, meanwhile her male counterpart laughed.

“Looks like we have a werewolf on our hands dont we!”

“Werewolves aren't real, maybe a goblin!” Both reporters laugh it off before transitioning into talking about the weather.

Taehyung scoffed next to you, his eyes rolling. “Why are they joking about that shit?” His brows furrowed. You take his much larger hand in your own and kiss it. Taehyungs face shifted to one of fondness.

“Well, maybe they're trying to be lighthearted about it… either way it's still very wrong. But hey that has nothing to do with us.”

“Mhmm, of course. Now come on I really want to kiss you again.”

🐺

About a month passed after that and Taehyung grew distant for past few days. When you called him he picked up but sounded really stressed.

“Did I do something… to make you not want to be around me anymore?” You ask, sitting down on your couch in the living room of your apartment. Your best friend Alex sat next to you. He wanted to be there for you for support.

"No it wasn't you, it's all me. I just want some time alright?"

"A-Are you breaking up with me..."

“No! Of course not… I swear tomorrow night I can come visit you and everything. Just not tonight.” Taehyung said.

"Oh, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just that you're not usually like this. You have me worr-"

"I fucking told you I'm fine." With that Taehyung hung up. That's all it took for you to make the decision. You had to go visit him.

🐺

The sun set as you and Alex pulled into his small house's driveway.

"Stay in the car, I should be right back." You said getting out of the passenger side. You went under the door mat to find the spare key to let yourself back in. Almost immediately something was off.

It was quiet. Taehyung's house, whenever you called wasn't quiet. He told you he can't sit in silence in fact it unnerves him. So he usually lets Jazz music play throughout his home. Besides he usually hangs in his living room, doing crossword puzzles and sudokus. Maybe even playing a video game.

But he was no where in sight.

Something you did hear was the faint tussling of chains.

Following the noise led you to Taehyungs bedroom. You opened the door, revealing a jarring sight. Taehyung was only in his boxers and was chained to his radiator in his room. “Tae! Hold on let me get you out of those!” You said seeing a key lying next to his body. Taehyungs eyes kept going back to look at the setting sun and raising moon.

“No! Stay back!” He yelled at you, letting out andeep gutteral growl and groan. He hunched over, sweat pouring down his body. You followed his order, mainly out of fear. “I don't want to hurt you… I told you to stay the fuck away!”

“W-Whats wrong? You have to tell me what's wr-” You were quickly cut off by a sharp bone crushing noise. Taehyung let out a scream, his nails digging into the wooden floor beneath you. You watched in horror as your boyfriend's body bent out of shape, his bones snapping in a horror like fashion. His face contorted into one of a snout and fur spouted from his skin.

Oh god.

Your boyfriend was a werewolf.

He was THE werewolf.

The beast huffed in front of you, his golden eyes piercing into your soul. Seeing you made him almost roar to life, with a new found strength he broke free of the chains. You stood there in shock for a minute as the form kept huffing.

Then he lunged.

Thats what made you begin to run. His house was small and simple, yet you could see the signs. The walls were covered in scratch marks. In fact even the floor is. But you couldn't focus on that, you had to keep moving.

You made it out of the front door and closed it on him. You quickly head down the porch, seeing that Alex was still in the car. He looked in shock as you got in the passenger seat. “Alex turn the car on.”

“W-What why? What's wrong?!” He yells back at you his eyes stuck on the front door as it bangs against its frame.

“Listen to me. We have to fucking go!” You yelled back. Then just at that moment, Taehyung bursts through the door, the hinges falling off completely. He charges towards your car, his body slamming against the front glass. You and Alex scream as Alex fumbles with the keys, dropping them between the center and his seat. Taehyungs golden eyes make direct contact with Alex and he seems to lose it further growling and clawing to be let in.

“So he can't get us… right?” Alex says, jinxing it as the glass cracks.

“Get in the back seat!” You say jumping to the back and pulling down the drink holder to crawl into the trunk. You have Alex climb in first then you.

Then you hear it.

The bending of metal followed by shrill scream. You look back and see Alex's body being dragged out of the trunk and slammed to the ground. That should've instantly killed him, you knew that. So whenever you're grabbed you begin to freak out, but your not slammed to the ground. You knew some semblance of Taehyung was in him.

The way he looked at you as you cried and cowered away from him.

But the moment was seemingly ruined by Alex letting out a loud cough. “Get away… from her.” He said breathing heavy. Taehyung looked at him before setting you down on the nearby ground, licking your cheek. He grabbed the bumper from your car, pulling it off like it was nothing. He wrapped it over you to seemingly keep you down. You were forced to watch as Taehyung stalk towards your dying friend.

Now you could get a better view at how Taehyung moved. He was like a ordinary man, but with wolfish features. Anytime he walked with an intent he walked on all fours. Like right now. Alex began to crawl away, his head bleeding and nose broken. “C-Come on Tae. It's me. Alex… Alex Wolff. You know me man…”

Taehyung looked at him, you watched as his hand twitched in aggravation. “He never… liked you.” You were taken aback as he spoke. Most importantly how deep it was compared to Taehyungs voice. You let out a yell as Taehyung caught up to Alex and began to slash at him, mauling him with both hands and mouth. You cried out in fear, feeling almost immediately weak at the sight. Once hes done and Alex is for sure gone, nothing but a mangled mess in fact, Taehyung comes back to you. His fur was coated in fresh blood.

“Mate… You were always so... pretty…” The beast mumbles, snout moving in a weird way to get out the words. You cried as he swats away the bent metal to pick up your form again. He brings you back to the inside of his home and sits you down on his couch. You keep your eyes on him, widen in fear at the possibility of his next move. He could kill you if he really wanted too.

But he doesn't. In fact he just lays down on couch resting his head in your lap. He licks at your hand “We love you. Do you still love us…”

You feel yourself choke on a few tears. “…yes…” The sad part is you weren't lying.

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singswan-springswan · 9 months

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help shdkasdkga[fgp I love them so much I'm going to puke

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sheepiling · 1 year

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Simstober Extras

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renton6echo · 6 months

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WIP Werewolf!Clones/Encanto AU.

I got a number of requests asking about this WIP I have burning a hole in my documents. So it’s here if anyone is interested. I keep putting it off because I don’t think I have something yet. Happy reading. DM or reblog your thoughts or if you want to here me rave and rant my plot at you.

There was a heavy storm of anxiety hanging over the Fett household. Echo could feel the underlying tension throughout the house when he first stepped out of his shared room. Fives remained dead to the world, spread eagle on the bed, his soft snores making Echo smile fondly at his twin before quietly shutting their door. It was best to let his brother get all the rest that he could before the hunt tonight. The full moon marked the monthly hunt for the Fett clan. An evening sweep across their lands re-marking borders,and chasing rival clans who decided to test the boundaries of the Fett’s extensive and well established territories.

More importantly, tonight marked the first hunt for their youngest clan member, Boba. It was all the young pup could talk about for the week, shadowing their father, eldest brothers and cousins with questions, speculations and more and more questions. Echo remembered Fives’ first hunt. It was a bittersweet night for the whole clan when the eldest twin took his first strides in the hunt without his twin at his side. Echo had sat alone at the entrance of the Fett estate listening to chorused howls of his family echo across the vast landscape of their territory.

His 12 year old self had never felt so useless in his short life. To be a “normy” in a family of werewolves, to the family of werewolves, was an aberration to everything the Fett’s were and stood for. He was a blight, a curse hanging over an esteemed house. His father never spoke of Echo’s inability to shift and he still loved and cared for him, but there were times when he would catch Jango staring at him with a look of what Echo could only describe as fear. Fear of what? The young Fett twin could not decipher for. Only that Jango seemed to hold him out at arm’s length even more now that Cody was gone…

His dear eldest brother, Cody. His father refused any talk about him since he left. For what and why? No one, but Jango knew and maybe the older of the Fett siblings and Aunt Arla. All he could remember was walking up to hear that his eldest sibling was gone. The siblings had gathered outside their father’s study for any news of their brother’s whereabouts. Echo remembers his father thundering out of his study, staring his children down and making them swear to never utter the name of their beloved brother in his house ever again.

He finds his father in his study with Boba, tucked in his lap staring down at a map spread out on their father’s conference table in his office along with Fox, Wolffe and Rex. Even after a year, Echo was still getting used to seeing Rex standing sentinel at their father’s side, still so much younger than their eldest brother- filling the void of a sibling no one dared mention in their household. Rex had seamlessly fit into their father’s most inner circle, but it had changed Echo’s favorite sibling into a colder and more distant man.

“And this is really all ours?” Boba exalts in awe of the expansive map, as their father draws his finger across the borders.

Jango’s deep laugh fills the mahogany office, “It is ad’ika. With the strength of you and your brothers, this whole territory will stay in our clan as it has for hundreds of years.” The youngest Fett’s brow furrows as he studies the map more intently and Echo only chuckles at how much his father and siblings look alike in that moment.

“That seems like a lot of work.”

“It is vod’ika.” Fox grumbles as he ruffles Boda’s curls. “That’s why we need young blood like you out there tonight to protect our home. You ready to do that, pup?”

Boba’s chest puffs up in a display meant to intimidate but only makes Echo ache at how very young his little brother is.

“I’m ready for anything.” Boba affirms confidently, which earns him approving laughs from the eldest clan members.

Echo smiles and shifts his feet from the doorway causing the wooden floors to creak. In a split second, he is faced with the stares of his father and brothers.

“Echo?” Jango calls out and beckons him into the office. The younger Fett hesitates before entering the room. He’s never felt comfortable or welcome in this space - the War Room - as his brothers liked to call it. There was something disconcerting about walking the gauntlet to his father’s large desk and being judged by the dead stares of fallen pack members. Of course, it was probably only ever Echo who felt the harsh assessing gaze of his ancestors every time he entered this room.

“You’re up early.” His father comments. “Are you doing okay, adi’ka?”

Echo holds himself at attention and nods firmly. “I’m doing just fine, buir.” He says. “I did an early morning sweep of the borderlands this morning and found some areas we should pay close attention to. I wanted to start prepping my speeder for tonight and getting my supplies together.”

“About that,” Jango shifts his eyes to his eldest son’s. “I know you have been coming along on the hunt for awhile now and staying close to Fives, but he’s going to have his hands full with Dogma, Tup, and Boba now.” Ah, yes. He had heard Fives griping about puppy sitting duty all weekend. The brothers were very familiar with taking the mantle of shepherding younger pack members during their first hunts. Father called it a rite of passage. Everyone else called it a punishment.

“I’ve talked with your brothers and we all agree that it would be best if you stay at the manor during the hunt. At least for the rest of the year.”

Echo’s inside clench with cold dread and he looks to his brothers for an explanation. He’s met with silence. Fox’s face reveals nothing, but that’s no surprise. The second eldest Fett brother could stare down a Dathomir witch and never break a sweat. Wolffe isn’t much better. Only Rex gives anything away. His eyes expressing some sign of regret.

“But,” Echo stops and attempts to collect himself. Jango has little patience for non-concise answers.

“Father, I’ve always joined the family on our hunts and you’ve never objected before.”

“That was before we had Boba to think about. With your cousins still needing guidance and looking after, we won’t be able to keep an eye on you if something happens. Clan Vizsla is already prodding our northlands and there has been rumor of a coven vampires returning to the outskirts of Mandalore.”

Vampires, Echo’s curiosity almost supplants his growing anxiety settling deep in his stomach. The young twin held a deep fascination with all supernatural beings, spending our pouring over old texts filling his mind as if he was trying to fill the blaring gap of his inability to shift.

“I can’t have your brothers focused on tracking them down if they are concerned about you.” Jango states, shifting Boba off his lap to stand. Their father has always been an imposing figure even as the signs of aging have started to show on his face.

“Just because I can’t shift doesn’t mean I’m a liability.” Echo states firmly. His father holds his gaze and the silence is deafening. There are only a few topics that up the tension in the Fett household. Echo’s inability to shift was the worst kept secret among the lycan clans, and a subject guaranteed to rankle the Fett patriarch.

“We all know that’s not true.”

Jango Fett was never one to mince his words and Echo feels like he’s been cut down in one solid punch to his chest. A hit to an open wound that will always fester and never close.

“I’m ordering you to stay home,” Jango pronounces, leaving no room for argument. “You will stay home and keep to the fences. You will not follow Fives out on the hunt and you will signal us if the manor is made vulnerable. Do I make myself clear?”

Echo bits back a cynical laugh. No one in the right mind would have the shebs to attack the Fett estate. He briefly glances at Boba who is looking at him with large unsure eyes and Echo feels even more shaken with embarrassment and shame. Shame that he has burned deep within him from the whispers and taunts dogging his footsteps whenever they deal with the other families. Echo pulls himself up to full attention and gazes past Jango’s shoulder. He can’t look at his father right now. He may break down, he may unleash all his frustration and anger, he may say something he might come to regret. Echo buries it all.

“Yes, sir.” He bites out and turns stiffly to leave the office.

“Echo…” He brushes off Rex’s hand on his shoulder. The last thing Echo needs at this moment is any comfort from his family.

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The Werewolf

(Pt. 4)

It took a week for Woods to recover successfully, thanks to Elvira remaining by his side 24/7. She helped him clean his bandages, bathe him and prepare food for him to keep his energy up. She also made sure that Perseus' agents wouldn't step foot back near the Castle again, in general Elvira was multitasking to ensure Woods would rest well enough, she didn't want him to move around so much. Even if Elvira was exhausted herself, she wanted Woods to recover properly and not do anything himself. She slept when he did sometimes, a couple of hours here and there… Patrol around the Castle, just keeping her mind and body occupied really.

Elvira had been worrying sick about his health for most of it, she could barely sleep half of the time due to her being so worried for Woods' health. But gradually over time, seeing that he was improving day by day she felt a little better about it. She cared a lot for him, even if he was a Werewolf Elvira didn't care. These strange feelings… She deeply cared, more than she'd like to admit herself. Perhaps even falling in love with him. However she'd do anything not to tell him, and Elvira knew he wouldn't feel the same as well.

Woods sadly had no choice but to spend most of his time resting since he was so exhausted, all he could think about was him sleeping constantly. He slowly woke up and he groaned softly, holding his head. "Fuck… My head…" He mumbled little. God, how long was he asleep for?

Elvira made some lunch for him and took it up to his bedroom, she opened the door seeing he was finally awake. Leaving the tray of food aside, she went over to Woods smiling softly. "Hallo Woods… How are you feeling?" She asked him softly, going over to him and checking his temperature too. Luckily his temperature was normal, and he was no longer having a fever.

"Tired as hell Elvira, my whole body still hurts like hell… I'm tired of laying down as well, you mind helping me up please? It would feel good to sit up…" Woods looked up at her, he hated feeling this weak and useless. He even felt embarrassed because of it, yet he saw it didn't bother Elvira in the slightest.

"Of course, here just a second now..." Elvira nodded, she wrapped her arms around him. She helped him sit up more, putting the pillows behind him upright so his back wouldn't hurt. "There you go, I also made you some food too. Rabbit stew again… But it's the last bit of the leftovers." She smiled.

"Thanks Elvira, I feel a little better…" Woods leant against the board, glancing at her slightly as she brought the tray over to him. He owes her big time now, the way she helped him, protecting him from Perseus agents a week ago … If anything, Elvira could've killed him too, or left him to die if she wanted to but she didn't. The tray was placed on his lap and began to eat the stew, damn he'd never get over her cooking.

When Woods finished eating Elvira cleaned up from everything, and also ran a bath for him leaving some fresh clothes aside too. Admittingly he was worried seeing her walk around his Castle, working here and there, everywhere almost. He had his bath and got changed into fresh clothing, after eating and getting changed he felt a lot better. Upon arriving back to his bedroom he saw Elvira making his bed for him.

"Hey, you don't have to do that for me, you know? I appreciate all that you've done for me but… I don't want you getting yourself sick by taking care of me and constantly rushing around too…" Woods looked at Elvira worryingly, over the last past two weeks his feelings for her grew. Growing into something he hadn't felt in a long time… The last thing he wanted to happen to her was to get sick or hurt. Then, he'd never forgive himself for it.

Elvira neatened his pillows, turning to see Woods who had returned, smiling at him softly before chuckling a little. "After all Woods, you're still recovering, don't forget. I want to make things easier for you." She smiled softly. "Now, did you enjoy your bath?"

"Uh, yeah I did… Thank you for that." Woods smiled at her, he then extended his hand over to her pulling her into a hug gently. He just needed to, what other way can he thank her? He just didn't know, his mind was clouded. "Thank you… For everything Elvira, saving me from them and keeping me alive. I owe you a lot, he'll even my life." He said before eventually pulling away.

Elvira was surprised by the hug, but she smiled and wrapped her arms around him hugging Woods back. "...You don't need to thank me, you know? You were the one who saved me first… As I said to you before, you could've left me to die but you didn't. You saved me, and now I did too." She reminded him, pulling away from the hug as well.

"You know, I really thought I was going to die back there… I can't remember the last time I've been so scared for my life like that, been a while really..." Woods admitted to her and then sighed softly, shaking his head a little. "Fuck I hate being this weak, I'm sorry…"

"You're not weak Frank, you still have emotions, just like everyone else and it's perfectly normal to feel like that." Elvira reassured him and placed her hand upon his cheek softly, caressing it gently..

"Yeah you're right… I'm sorry… I just wanted you to be safe that's all, but you showed those fuckers who's boss and scared them away. I kind of find that badass." Woods then laughed softly to lighten up the mood.

Elvira laughed softly and nodded in agreement, even at the time she too was also fighting for her life and also had even forgotten that she was scared as well. "Ah well you know, stuff like that I'm used to it to be honest."

"Yeah I can imagine…" Woods nodded and smiled weakly at her. "Hey, why don't you take a break? Why don't we walk in the forest a little, you probably need to walk priestly after being cooped up here for a week.

"Sure why not, I would love that let's go!" Elvira nodded in agreement, letting Woods lead the way. Before they left she grabbed her coat, putting it on over her shoulders and leaving the Castle with him.

Meanwhile. . .

Up in the mountains miles away from the Castle laid Perseus safehouse, it remained there for a good decades now. How they liked it, there was a time where the Wolff family was on their tail constantly, such as a time until most of them were killed off to a point they could finally remain in one place. Last but not least… One family member remains alive and that was Elvira, and so far it was proven to be more difficult to kill her. .

Stitch since then had recovered from his injuries, thanks to the Serum Perseus had given him and resting a lot. Elvira did a number on him with the silver bullets she shot into his body. Hell, it was almost a miracle that he had actually survived it at all. He was finally happy to be up and about moving around again. Rather than laying in bed and doing nothing.

"It's been a week since the events, and Wolff has constantly been on her guard. We need a good time to finally capture her if we want revenge…" Perseus explained to his agents, he had a map and the location where Woods Castle was. Thanks to Jackal and Naga going there while Stitch was injured.

"I see her go hunting regularly, she kills the animals and goes back to prepare food. Maybe I can capture her when she's out and about hunting." Stitch suggested to Perseus, glancing at him as he crossed his arms.

"Good idea, leave it for another couple of days. Make it feel like we're gone for good, when you feel ready take her down and bring her back here." Perseus got the knife and marked it down at the location of Woods' Castle. "Wolff will pay for what she's done to you, and you'll make sure of it." Perseus added.

A couple of days had passed and still even now Stitch was waiting for a good time to strike, he noted that Elvira always comes into the forest at a specific time to hunt. Spending around an hour and a half in the forest, before she would finally return back to the Castle for the rest of the day. Since he waited for so long… Now was the time, when he would finally get his revenge on Elvira Wolff.

"Frank? I'm going out to hunt now, hopefully I can find something for us to eat. The winter blizzard was awful last night, but there should be some animals out now." Elvira explained.

"Cool, be careful alright? I'll be here if anything goes wrong or if I sense danger on the first. It's my domain." Woods replied before pulling her into a gentle hug, which she gladly returned the hug back. Wrapping her arms around him.

"I'll be ok I promise! If I'm lucky I'll even bring a deer." Elvira hugged him one last time, and quickly kissed his forehead before she left the Castle.

As Elvira haunted she saw trials of a Rabbit running around, another one? Well food was food at the end of the day … And not another animal in sight it seemed, everything felt so… Desolate and quiet. Regardless of that she continued the hunt, following the trail. Elvira got her crossbow ready only to see that the poor rabbit had been devoured.

"Damnit…" Elvira muttered softly putting her crossbow down, she sighed softly looking around the forest wondering where to start off again. The forest looked perfectly calm now ever since the storm, surely there must be more animals roaming around. Right?

Stitch meanwhile was watching her from on top of the tree, he kept himself out of sight and watched her closely. He watched Elvira walk away from the Rabbit corpse, his eyes watched her. When the time was right he dropped down from the tree, he suddenly tackled her and used the chance to knock her out.

Woods did a couple of things around the Castle while Elvira hunted for food, he didn't want to worry too much about Elvira's safety. He knew well enough that she would care for herself, however… Something in his gut was telling him otherwise, so he repaired a few things in his Castle. Even planting some flowers to make the garden look more presentable. When Woods took a small break to look at the time, he noticed Elvira didn't return.

'Strange … She's usually back by now? Maybe she's getting some extra food too? Yeah, getting more food.' Woods didn't want to dwell on it too much, he tried to brush it off. Maybe five more minutes? He eagerly waited for her return. Thus after those five minutes quickly passed… He didn't sense her.

"Fuck…" Woods muttered to himself, he left the Castle and went into the forest. He roamed around and picked up on a peculiar scent. Elvira? He rushed over to where he could smell her, only to come across her scarf being left on the ground.

He grabbed the scarf from the ground, he brushed off the bits of snow that was on it. Holding her scarf, he completely lost her scent. Impossible, what happened to her? She wouldn't have left him like that would she? Woods knew Elvira all too well, but then he began to think. He could only think of one person who would be responsible for this… Vikhor Kuzmin.

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #frank woods #oc #ocs #elvira wolff #frankvira #the werewolf

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