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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 6 months

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My Harringrove AU List A-M

Part 2 - N-Z

Afterlife

I Missed You - Steve dies and is reunited with Billy in the afterlife.

Android

Build-A-Man - Mrs. Harrington buys Steve an android to take care of him, he doesn't particularly like it but Billy isn't going anywhere.

Animal Hybrids

Bunny - Billy comes home to his bunny.

Collars - Catboy Steve has a collection of collars.

Nest Material - Billy has been stealing bits of hair and fur from Steve since he got to town. Today it comes to a head.

Night Time Rituals - Catboy Steve and Billy’s bedtime ritual.

Eggcellent - Steve is just trying to do his job and get his eggs delivered but finds himself waylaid by a determined wolf.

Seashells and Books on Tape - When Billy gets to Hawkins he finds his mate, the only problem is Billy can't get his mouth to work right around him so he has to find other ways to make his intentions known.

Bender (AtLA)

Fight Night - Steve and Billy are forced to fight. When Steve throws the match it pisses Billy off.

New Trick? - Steve likes to fuck with Billy when he’s angry.

Childhood Friends to Loves

Helping Hand - Steve has hang ups about touching his own dick preventing him from masturbating, Billy offers him a helping hand.

Kill For You - Steve accidently killed Neil when they were kids, Billy has been protecting him ever since and he'll never stop.

College/University

Bidder, Bidder Won’t You Take Me Home - Steve is up for auction for a charity event Carol's sorority is hosting, after seeing Billy he wants his bid. (Werewolf/Succubus)

Drink Me - Billy adds a little something special to Steve's coffee every morning. (Coffee Shop Au)

Insecurities of Drinking - Steve gets insecure when he is drinking and seeing some drunk girl kiss Billy doesn't help.

It’s A Date - Billy's advisor insists he needs to take a refresher course, Billy doesn't want to be there until Steve Harrington of all people walks in.

Worm - Billy takes issue with Steve's sweater.

Crime Boss

Trigger Happy - Steve doesn't like it when Billy shows up with injuries.

Curses

Care and Feeding - Billy comes to town and befriends Steve. Billy would like to pursue more than that but he is determined to wait until Steve gets over his recent heartbreak. (Werewolf/Fairy)

Deaged

The Babe With The Power (Series) - Steve ends up a much younger version of himself and Billy happens to be his favorite person.

Demigods

Death and Flowers - Steve ventures down into the underworld to retrieve Dustin’s soul, Billy offers him a deal in return for it.

Demons

Demon Steve/Mob boss Billy - Steve follows his nose to Billy and instead of getting a soul gets a date.

Disabilities

All In The Hands - Billy isn't sure how surviving Starcout leads to the kids deciding he's friend material but he'd be lying if he said he minded. Especially when they help him learn sign language and get a date.

As Many Times As You Want - Steve is a little drunk and he finally takes Billy up on an offer he has been making for months.

Helper Billy - Steve suffers from neurological issues and Billy is hired to help him in his day to day life.

Farmer

The Fairy In The Garden - Billy finds an unexpected visitor in his garden. (Werewolf/Fairy)

Fairy

How to Catch a Boyfriend - Billy wanders into the forest and meets a fairy. He's sure Steve and the fairy are one in the same and all he wants to do is keep them.

Christmas - Just some Hc’s for HtCaB during the holiday.

FemHarringrove

Best Behavior - Stevie needs to be on her best behavior and Billie makes sure she will be. (Royalty)

California - Stevie invites Billie out to California for her birthday.

The Hawkins Roller Rink - Billie Goes exploring when she gets to Hawkins and see the most beautiful girl on skates.

Melt - Billie fucks Stevie with a popsicle.

Straight From The Source - Billie takes the long path to get what she wants, luckily it works out.

Sweatpants - Billie just wants to see her girlfriend in some pants.

Tastes Like Sunshine - Billie has dinner waiting when Stevie gets home. (Werewolf/Vampire)

Flayed/Killer

Black in The Moonlight - The mind flayer thinks they need to get rid of Steve until they follow him.

Let Me Mu-Marry You - They take someone Steve wanted.

Flayed/Powers

The Grower and The Shower - Steve reveals his powers to save everyone at the last minute, Billy checks on him in the aftermath.

Furries

Come Sit On My Lap - Billy borrows his new work uniform. It definitely awakens some things even if Steve is not willing to admit he is into it too.

Furry Billy - Billy making his own suits

Genderfluid/Genderqueer

It’s Cold But Your Mouth It’s Burning - Billy likes wearing makeup he’s not expecting Steve to think it looks good on him.

Washed Pink - Steve gets his cheap little red heart shaped sunglasses after sleeping with Tammy, and they end up being friends. Steve really likes the way he looks in those sunglasses, the way the world looks, turns out Billy really liked them too.

Haunting (Real or Imagined)

Baby Steve and the Ghosts - this isn’t technically harringrove but honorable mention because if I ever actually add more it’s supposed to be harringrove. - Steve is born during a winter storm and the ghosts think of him as theirs.

Ghost Deterrent - Billy is bored and wants nachos, Steve is bathing in the dark and has nachos. Billy gets more than nachos.

You’re A Vision - Billy dies but he's not gone, he spends most of his time haunting Steve.

Headless Horseman

Pumpkin Head - Headless Horseman Billy and his witchy partner having some fun in the pumpkin patch.

Magic

A Different Kind of Love Spell - Steve leaves the castle on his tenth birthday looking to gain parental love. (Royalty)

Dandelion Wishes - Billy finds a dandelion as a child and makes a wish for someone that will love him forever.

It’s Your Birthday, We Can Cry If We Want To - Every year Steve makes a cake and every year he summons Billy Hargrove from beyond the grave.

Kitchen Witch - Steve has magic, he just doesn't know it. He doesn't believe Dustin no matter how many times he insists that Steve's food is magic, because that is preposterous. Slowly others start to recognize that Steve has magic too, and then Billy comes along with accusations of a love potion when Neil gets a hold of some cookies Steve made and starts acting nice.

Magic Touch – Werewolf Billy steals Steve’s sex sleeve and has no idea what he’s really gotten ahold of.

Magical Boy

Mantle of The Black Cat - Things are looking really bad at the junkyard so Steve makes a deal with a talking cat.

Mechanic

Perkin’s Repair Shop - Billy’s car breaks down, his car can’t be fixed today but his day can.

Minotaur

Minotaur Billy - Steve enters the labyrinth to help out Robin and there he meets Billy.

Modern

Dick Pic - Billy sends Steve a dick pic. The response he gets is better than he hoped for.

Making Friends - Steve hasn't made any friends in his fandom, Billy tries to help.

Pretty Boy - Billy starts texting Steve while he is out of town, when he gets home he comes for Steve.

Squish Me - Steve is a content creator who mostly posts about Squishmallows. Billy doesn't care about the mallows but he still watches all of Steve's videos.

Take a Dirty Picture for Me - Billy and Max have a deal she takes pictures of Steve for him and he leaves her friends and her alone. Steve find out and Billy makes a new deal, Steve takes the pictures Billy wants and he continues to leave them be. Billy wants more than candids though and things heat up.

Tickle - Steve has been playing the same song for hours, Billy is going to put a stop to it.

The View - Billy works at the Hot Topic in the mall and Steve works in the Sanrio store right next door.

Your Little Shit - Steve treats himself to some lingerie and Billy just happens to be around when his box full of pretty lacy things comes in. Billy insists Steve try them on so he can act as his second opinion.

Models

Model Behavior - Billy finally gets to do a shoot with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and he could not be happier with the way it turns out.

MPreg

The Belly - Billy insists on taking pictures of Steve's stomach as soon as they get the positive test.

Musicians

Video Killed the Radio Star - Billy gets a lot of flack for defending a fan against a creeper. Billy finally meets the fan he defended.

Part 2 - N-Z

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Fangs and Fluff

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclar

Tags: fluff, tension, first kiss, cuddles, Wednesday's love language is violence

Word count: 1.7k

Ao3

A/N: I wonder if we can get over 200 Wenclair fanfics before the show drops? I don't know if we can tbh but I will contribute for sure.

There was endless pacing within the room. It used to bother Wednesday to no end when she first got here. Normally she would have killed the source but in this case it was her roommate Enid who she had grown to tolerate.

As long as she wasn’t bothering Wednesday in her reading and plotting her latest escape attempt it would be fine. And Enid wasn’t that bad overall, she did help her solve the murder mystery and she learned what Wednesday’s boundaries were. But she was so damn on edge right now, it was also getting to Wednesday.

Enid knew all of this because Wednesday had told her about it.

The thing is Enid did this every full moon, she couldn’t help it. She paced back and forth on her side of the room, clenching and unclenching her fists as her claws kept retracting, she growled and snarled and snapped her teeth at nothing to soothe her aching fangs and her wolf ears kept twitching and bending towards Wednesday every time she turned the page in her book or Thing peaked in the room and then ran back out when Enid would glare at him.

“Stop that.” Wednesday commanded, her voice betraying her mind annoyance where her expression remained passive.

“Stop what?” Enid stopped and looked at her, “I’m not doing anything.” Someone was defensive.

Her ears twitched again. Wednesday’s eyes followed their movement. They looked soft. Really soft. She’d noticed them before of course, they would sometimes pop up when Enid was excited or her emotions were heightened. Or now, as this was the best she could do to transform under the full moon and release her pent up energy. And damn was Wednesday curious about them. She’d been fighting off that curiosity for a long time.

It was time to do something about it.

“Enid, come here.” Wednesday put the book down and patted the empty spot on her bed.

Enid chuckled, “So you can finally kill me?”

“If I wanted you dead you would have never survived our first night as roommates. Now don’t make me repeat myself. There’s something I’m curious about.” Wednesday scooted over and bend her legs in a seating position. Then she just waited, not saying a word.

This had to be some kind of trap Enid concluded. But there wasn’t a knife nearby that Wednesday could stab her with. Her instincts weren’t on alert either.

She sat down, on the opposite side of the goth girl, in the same position, her hands in her lap, her ears pointed towards her.

Wednesday looked her over. Enid showed no signs of aggression despite the full moon. She showed no signs of anything except being irritated. Which she apparently solved by endless pacing. As soon as Wednesday was done with this Enid could go back to it.

Enid expected a lot of things from Wednesday. Knifes, words just as sharp, poison, traps, elaborate plans, but never for her to reach out and run her fingers around the base of her ears. The touch lit every cell inside her on fire.

She jumped back and almost hit her head against the wall, “What the fuck?” Her ears pressed flat against her head while Wednesday tilted her head and looked at her offending hands.

“Hm. As I suspected. Soft. Incredibly so.” She commented as if she was a food critic tasting a new dish, or an artist looking over a display piece in a gallery.

“What?” Enid blinked, confused.

“Your ears. I was curious about them.” She had thought it was obvious really.

“Oh.” Enid blushed the same shade as her favorite sweater, “Well you can’t just go around touching a werewolf’s ears you know. They’re very sensitive. You should always ask for permission.”

“Alright. Can I touch your ears?” Wednesday asked, again in her usual deadpan voice, although Enid thought she saw her eyes sparkle for just a moment. Or maybe it was just the full moon getting to her. Yeah, that’s all there was. That’s why it was hot all of a sudden too, it was just the full moon. Nothing Enid couldn’t handle.

“A-Again? Uhm... but it’s...” Why was she so embarrassed? This was just Wednesday. Her roommate and sort of friend. Then again no one’s ever asked her this before and it felt very intimate to her, even if Wednesday was only asking out of some kind of scientific curiosity. “Just a little bit okay? And don’t pull or I’ll rip your throat out.”

“How romantic.” She smiled. Wednesday actually smiled at her. Holy shit. And it wasn’t in a scary, maniacal, gonna-kill-you-now way.

This was bad. Enid’s heart was beating way too fast.

She let out an involuntary squeal when Wednesday touched her ears again. It gave both her and Wednesday pause, “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah. Like I said, they’re sensitive.” Enid closed her eyes to try to get a hold of herself. This proved to be a mistake. With her eyes closed she could feel Wednesday’s clumsy, curious touch better, feel her fingers run through and against the fur, she could smell the shampoo Wednesday used, and ashes and books.

It was driving her mad. She groaned quickly pressed her hand over her mouth, her thumb against her fangs. Her head was spinning as her mind focused on the sensations around her.

She felt Wednesday’s hands fall away and thought she was safe, “Are you alright? Your face is all red. Are you running a fever perhaps?”

Wednesday sounded much closer than before. Enid opened her eyes and found that Wednesday was inches away from her. It was too much, the closeness, the scent, the touch, she needed to get away from it, she needed more. On instinct she pushed forward.

“You smell nice.” Enid growled as she grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders and dug her claws into the girl’s skin. “I want to... I don’t even know. Fuck.” Wednesday stood still as Enid nosed her neck, searching for more of that sweet scent. It made her mouth water, her pupils expand, every hair on her body stood on end.

“That’s enough Enid.” Wednesday frowned when the girl just stood there and shook her head, she didn’t want to leave, “I said enough.” Wednesday pushed on Enid’s shoulder, still she didn’t budge. Fine, plan B then. She grabbed a fistful of Enid’s annoyingly colorful hair and yanked her back as hard as she could.

Enid let out a sound between a howl and snarl as she bared her fangs at the girl in front of her, “You wanna fight Addams?” Normally that move wouldn’t be seen as anything aggressive, just Wednesday trying to move Enid away from her personal space.

And yet her inner wolf was roaring to be let out and play.

“Always. But not with someone who’s struggling to form a single thought. You’d be no fun for me.” Wednesday tugged at Enid’s hair again and this time the werewolf allowed herself to be pulled back just a little. “See?”

“I can still tear you apart.” Enid would have to be extremely dizzy to not notice the way Wednesday’s eyes dropped to her lips when she said that. This girl had the strangest ideas of flirting. “I could leave you shaking and covered in blood. So you might want to let me go before I lose it Addams.”

“What if I want you to? Maybe it would be good for you.” Wednesday scratched the base of Enid’s left ear, making it twitch and flinch under her touch.

“But it wouldn’t be good for you. I can be really dangerous.” Enid leaned in a little closer, her lips almost brushing against Wednesday’s.

“You should have figured it out by now Enid, I love danger.” Their kiss was nothing like Enid would read in books or see in romance movies, there was nothing sweet or soft or tender about it. It was too rough, too needy, too much of them trying to overpower one another, too much of their hands pulling each other closer.

Feeling very bold Enid did something she never did to anyone she kissed before. She bit Wednesday’s lower lip, hard. “Dangerous enough for you?” Enid asked as Wednesday pulled away to lick at her lip. She was bleeding, just a little but still. Oh shit, had she gone too far?

“Not nearly enough I’d say.” Wednesday’s pupils were now almost as wide as Enid’s, her hands lowering down to cup the werewolf’s jaw.

“Freak.” Enid laughed and suddenly had the urge to tackle Wednesday into a hug. And she would have if she didn’t think it would result in an actual stabbing. That she did not want to do, it would really break the mood.

“Pup.” Wednesday laughed back, and it made warmth bloom inside Enid’s chest. She went in for another kiss only to have Wednesday’s hand stop her. If she was a less mature person she would have licked her palm in retaliation. “Not so fast. I have no plans of getting mauled by a pent up werewolf. While I absolutely despise the idea of courtship I know my parents would except nothing less. Therefore I expect an invitation to a date by sometime tomorrow.”

Enid blinked slowly. Was she hearing this right? Why was Wednesday talking about her parents? Did she plan on taking Enid to meet them? But it was too soon for that. “But... the full moon is tonight. What am I supposed to do?”

“You could start by lending me your shoulder to rest my head on while I read. Disgusting I know but you seem to crave closeness. And if I was taught anything by my parents it is that a relationship requires a mutual give and take.” She scooted away and back up against the bed frame. Enid was by her side in a manner of seconds, handing her the book she was reading, “Hm, perhaps we could play fetch sometime.”

“Don’t push it.” Enid slowly put one arms around Wednesday’s hip and pulled her close. “How are you so damn cold? The temperature in the room is always the same.”

“It’s an Addams thing. You’ll get used to it.” Again, there was a lot Wednesday was implying here but Enid knew better than to bother her when she was focused on reading. Yet this was a surprisingly good outcome for them both, one that neither of them saw coming when they first met. It was perfect, Enid wouldn’t change a thing.

Except maybe figuring it out sooner but the two had plenty of time to make up for it.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair

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dontfeeltoohot · 1 year

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Small(ish, sorry 😅) prompt if you’re in the mood! Canon, Eddie comes into family video with a cold, and he clearly has a fever too. He’s looking for something to rent to pass the time since he feels to shitty to do anything else but he should really be in bed 🥺

The cold slams into him. Last night he’d been perfectly fine, not even overly tired, but this morning? This morning he’d woken up with his nose completely stuffed up, a raging sore throat, his head hurting, body a little sore. He’s been sniffling and sneezing through his usual routine- making coffee, showering, debating what to do, as he’s got a day off from Thatcher Tires.

He’s tired, but his skin is just sensitive enough he doesn’t feel like laying in bed, energy teetering towards the ‘can’t sleep’ side that he decides to head out of the trailer, even if he really shouldn’t.

The drive to Family Video has Eddie cranking the heat up in his van and wiping his nose on the cuff of his sweater sleeve that’s poking out from his leather jacket. As he pulls into the small stores parking lot, his nostrils twitch with coldish irritation and he presses his face into the crook of his arm, big eyes fluttering shut.

“ihGKtSHEW! ihkgdtchh’ew! snfsnf! Hh! eikshhEW!”

Another soupy sniffle makes the mess that’s accumulated below the musician's nose disappear, leaning just the slightest sheen around the rims of his nostrils. Coughing a little, Eddie finally drops his arm, then runs a hand through his messy curls. His throat’s stinging from the way the sneezes scraped it. After one last moment being hit with direct heat, the man steals himself and turns the van off, hops out, and makes his way inside from the chill of November in Hawkins.

The chill follows him inside, now that he doesn’t have a heat source, making the twenty one year old wrap his arms around himself. Robin and Steve are both helping separate customers, which reminds him it’s fall break for the schools. Shivering, he wastes time browsing the large selection of vhs tapes lining the walls, ignoring the way his head hurts as he tries to read all the words.

Body feeling a little achy as he stands and busies himself, waiting to hear either of his friends greet him, Eddie contemplates sitting down, but he doesn’t feel like getting more stares than he already is, even if people try to conceal them. He gets it, the supposedly ‘cleared’ town murderer shopping in Family Video turns heads, but it sucks all the same. The fact his name has been cleared doesn’t mean shit, only means he didn’t have to spend his life in jail for something he didn’t do.

Browsing, he hits the horror section and slows down to actually inspect what the options are. The long haired man brushes past April Fools Day and An American Werewolf in London, uninterested.

“Hey Eds!” Robin’s voice startled him out of his fuzzy thoughts. “We finally got Night of the Living Dead back in.”

Eddie looks up, giving her a tired but genuine smile. For once, even the new movie he’s only seen once in theaters and once on vhs doesn’t sound like something he wants to watch today. Nothing does, if he’s honest- everything he thinks of sounds too intense for his aching head.

“Oh, awesome, but uh I might actually go for something more relaxing today,” the man admits, waving his hand lazily in the air.

Robin cocks her head to the side, eyes narrowing.

“You sound weird…off…are you okay? You kind of sound like you’ve been crying, did something happen?”

“What? No, no, I haven’t been crying, Birdie,” Eddie rolls his eyes, sniffling. “If you must know, I think that cold that’s been going around finally got past my impenetrable immune system,” he explains, brushing a few curls out of his face.

“Oh damn, that sucks. You look tired,” Robin says, frowning afterwards. “Not that you look bad, just, you look like you need some rest…sick, like you need soup, or-“

“I get it, don’t worry,” Eddie assures, shivering again. “Do you guys have that one Rainbow Brite tape?”

His cheeks feel oddly warm, like he’s got heat packs inside of his face, or like he’s having an allergic reaction. Sniffling, he swipes at his nose with his wrist, blinking tiredly. Steve’s walking over and he smiles, making Eddie smile back. The man’s hair is still perfect as ever, and it seems as though his eyes are sparkling.

“Hey man, finding a good horror movie? We got Night of the Living Dead in,” Steve says warmly.

“Buckley just told me. I’m actually here for Rainbow Brite,” the eldest admits, coughing into his arm for longer than he’d like to admit.

When he straightens, both adults are looking at him worriedly.

“I’ll go get the tape,” Robin announces, leaving Steve and Eddie alone, the younger starting to piece things together, a hand going to his hip in a motherly stance.

“You’re sick.”

“Astute observation Stevie. What gave it away? The snot? The coughing?”

“You just look kind of miserable, but uh, no, actually. You’re cheeks are super flushed, man. But you’re pale.”

Breath catching in his throat, Eddie freezes when Steve hesitantly raises his hand and places it on his forehead and then cheek. The cool feeling is euphoric, and the moan that drops from Eddie’s mouth rings out loudly. The twenty year olds hand drops, but his frown remains.

“You’re burning up..”

“Jeez Harrington, you sure know how to make a guy feel special.”

“Yeah yeah, I meant you’ve got a fever. You should be at home, like…eating soup and laying down.”

Eddie plays absentmindedly with his rings, licking his lips.

“Yeah, well…trailer’s too quiet, and we don’t have soup. Thought I’d get a movie and then eat a pb&j or whatever,” he shrugs. “Not really used to being sick, so…”

“That’s blasphemous. Even I know you get soup on sick days. Do you have medicine?”

Steve looks so damn earnest and worried, brown eyes blown wide, and fuck, Eddie’s weak okay? Between feeling sick, his fever, and how beautiful Steve is, he finds himself answering truthfully- he shakes his head no and then takes the vhs box that Robin brings to him.

“Nope….Munson doctrine- we don’t get sick.” He turns right after the last word, nostrils twitching.

“ihgKtshh! hih’IKSHH’uhew! ihGgTchEW! Guh, sorry..” He pulls back from where he’s directed his germs into his arm; covering completely, then sniffles and blinks owlishly.

“Jesus, bless you. Okay, you know what? Movie is on me today. Now go and get some rest ok? I only have like 2 hours left of shift before Keith gets here. I’ll bring some soup and stuff to yours,” Steve says with a smile that makes Eddie feel a little woozy.

Or maybe that’s the fever.

“Y-Yeah, okay. I’ll see you then, Harrington.”

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bonbonshideout · 2 months

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Alex walked around with his camera in hand. Looking up from the small screen, he thought this would be a pretty shot, holding his camera up. He watches carefully as his camera focuses properly and...

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He pulls his camera down and smiles as he looks at the now still moment, the sun rays traveling through the leaves, the few flowers in the background and...

Alex looked at the screen. It was a tad blurry, but he recognized a person had to be right? He looked at what he could, or at least see what he could recognize, an axe, maybe? but a bit smaller.

He decides to transfer the image to his phone, sitting down against a tree and setting his bag beside him, he unzips it and out jumps Luna from his bag, letting out a gasp before smiling a bit, petting her head and going back to rummaging through his bag until he finds the cable he was looking for.

After a few minutes, maybe 10 to 15 minutes, he pulls the image up on his phone and zooms in, studying the person or people in the picture; a boy, maybe? a guy nonetheless, holding what looks like a small axe in one hand and a person laying on the floor in front of him, blood on the weapon. He studied the guy, bushy and messy brown hair and some weird sweater. Alex stared at the image, he looks up, but no one was there. He walks up ahead, but something catches his attention. He looks over at some bushes and stays still, expecting the source of the sound to reveal themselves, but nothing. Instead, he hears the sound once more. Curiosity gets the better of him. He grabs his bag and stuffs the cable back inside, grabbing his camera and hanging that around his neck as he stuffs his phone into his pocket, throwing his bag over his shoulders. Luna jumps onto it and nudges Alex with her nose. He reaches up and pets her once more.

He makes his way towards the sound, trying to be as quiet as someone possibly could be in the woods. Luna jumps off his shoulder and follows behind him; at least, he thinks. Instead, she ran ahead of him. The sound is getting louder, sounded like... chewing? or mauling, maybe a bear feasting on a deer. That's what he hoped anyways, but instead there, he stood in the bushes, staring at what looked like a werewolf. Grey skin— no, fur? hind legs and large claws, brown hair? and large ears. A blue mask laying on the floor neck to the creature.

In its hands were organs, the intestines, the lungs thrown out to the side, the heart laying by his legs. Alex couldn't bear the smell. He quickly covered his nose and mouth with one hand, stumbling back and falling into the bushes.

It looked over at the bushes and seemed to be scanning the area. Without thinking, Alex stood up, staring at the creature, face to face. Quickly, it turned around and jumped, grabbing him and slamming him down in the clearing. Alex stared up at it. Black holes, instead of eyes, he flinched as something wet hit his face. He didn't care what it was. He just wanted to be let go.

His heart was racing, his head felt light. He tried to wiggle free, but it only sunk its claws into his arms. He bit his tongue, trying not to scream.

"Jack!" He heard a bit far, the creature— or Jack— perked up and looked over at the source of the voice, "come on! we need to get moving!" the voice shouted again, Jack let go of Alex, growing as if giving him some warning. "Jack, I swear you need to— oh, I see." Alex looked over to see the same messy haired brunette from the picture he took. Jack took a step back, standing up behind the other.

"Hm, never seen Jack letting someone go. How come?" he asked as he looked over his shoulder.

"Well, you said we needed to go." he muttered a bit annoyed.

"Did you at least eat?"Jack nods. Toby nods and looks back at Alex, "what's your name?"

"what?-"

"Name."

"Alex..." Alex scoot away a little, the other held up a bloody hatchet, holding it up to his chin as if to examine his face.

"Hm. Toby, this is Jack." He dropped his hatchet, "Never seen you around here, tourist?" He asked, Alex shook his head. "Stranger then. Let this be a warning to you, Alex. If we see you again, I won't promise you won't survive." Alex nods his head a little too violently, his arms stinging a bit as he reaches up and feels warm blood oozing from his wounds, while doing so he reaches up to his face and looks down at his hand, a strange black substance, probably what he felt on his face from Jack. "Jack, clean him up."

"Seriously?" He retorted a bit surprised. Toby nods. "Fine." Jack stepped from behind Toby, stepping closer to Alex, who only tried to get further away from him. "Stand still human." He muttered.

Alex shook his head. A blue light emits from the wounds in his arms, causing both Jack and Toby to stare, but step back in confusion.

"-I'm fine"

"The hell?"

"No time, let's go."

"But—"

"Now."

Toby got up, stumbling back a little before catching himself, glaring at Alex before walking off. Jack looked over at Toby before looking back at Alex, quickly following behind Toby.

Alex sat there confused and scared, his heart still racing. He took in a deep breath in the means of calming himself down, rustling cane from behind him, which caused him to jump and look over his shoulder. Luna jumped from out of the bushes. He reached over and picked her up as the lights faded away.

"Nunca lo vas a creer..." He whispered before pulling her close to his chest and hugging her. Feeling himself begin to calm down.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #oc #my ocs #ocs #eyeless jack #ticci toby #slenderverse #bonbonshideout

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ilthit · 7 months

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OC-tober 15: Anna Pratt

Week 3: Various sources.

Portrait done in Artbreeder.

Regency Era

Anna's original era.

Miss Pratt, though without a fortune of her own, is the protege of her uncle, Mr Berkeley, who has considerable wealth tied up in land in Northamptonshire and a lively interest in the Atlantic trade. Orphaned at ten, Miss Pratt was raised with her cousins Maria and Josephine at Berkeley Hall. Her brother Anthony was at that time fourteen and was bought a commission as a midshipman, a rank he is yet to advance from.

Miss Pratt is fond of art and creates, according to her protectors, some very pretty watercolours and embroideries. Granted, they may be over-generous in their praise, as they still hope the girl could be married before she turns into a hopeless spinster. After all, she is unlikely to be married for her personality, prospects, or looks--so accomplishments are all that is left.

Even so, Miss Pratt’s coming out was modest, and most expect her to find a position as a lady's companion.

Anna is overly serious, of a nervous and sullen disposition, and desperate to be good. She balances that which is expected of her with the commandments of Christ, but finds in her own nature a resistance to both. Neither can she feel as grateful as she thinks she ought for the condescension of her relations. She very much suspects that she is incurably wicked.

Fun fact: Anna began as an NPC pastiche of Fanny Price from Mansfield Park in a Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell -derived roleplay, and was unexpectedly adopted by a player character.

Portrait done in Artbreeder.

Modern Era

A pale blonde young woman with a softness to her figure, Anna is aware of being somewhat pretty, and hates it. She dresses mostly in grey sweaters and ties her hair up in a messy bun. She has glasses, but mostly doesn't need them; still, sometimes they are something to hide behind.

Anna lost her parents at the age of 10 and, with no relatives that were willing to take her and her brother, finished her upbringing in foster care.

Anthony aged out quickly and enlisted in the army. Anna was lucky. After a rough start, she was placed with Arthur and Mary Smythe, and stayed with them until she aged out. They weren't bad sorts. If they had faults, it was to make their kids pose for photos and perform at functions to collect money from charities, and sometimes taking on more than they could handle, leaving the kids to sort things out for themselves. Anna learned to trust only a few; to value her privacy; and to fight when she needed to.

She has an anger inside her, constantly at war with her desire to be a good person. She is largely considered to be a bit wet, which only serves to make her angrier. Sometimes she thinks she may be depressed, but doesn't want to use such a loaded word. She has, in fact, been depressed for so long she no longer remembers what it would be like to be be otherwise.

She now lives with a roommate in a cheap flat and studies pharmacology and sociology, but still keeps in touch with her foster family.

There is an AU where she is a werewolf, that I have written more for than her non-werewolf version, but I still cling to the notion that Anna is not primarily a werewolf.

#ilthit oc tober 2023 #oc tober #ai art #nature ventured #peccadillo parlour

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maryannecrimsworth · 1 year

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Headcanons

Guide for tormented hearts

Author's note: I miss Lou so much that I needed to do fluff...

Just some ideas I gathered for The Hunt [Ao3] and You do need a friend

Hank is Y/N's older brother and main character of The Hunt.

Enid Sinclair x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N)

Being the advisor and tamer of Nevermore Academy made Hank grow closer to several teenagers, especially furs. While he helped outcasts to get over that stupid crush or terrifying exam, Hank also trained the packs from school. Enid, at first, was a loner: the furs were not receptive to a later bloomer, but things changed when Hank arrived. Now, Enid would never hide from training again, and no werewolf would mess with her. They’re a pack, somehow. Which includes exclusive activities.

Here are they: Night out? Yes. Binge shopping? Yes. Hank's paying? YES. Colorful sweater, sneakers, wool hat, bracelets, everything? Also yes. Hank is an impulsive buyer and Enid just find the perfect clothes(always)

Wednesday can’t stand these two, neither does Ajax. Even the stoner gets dizzy after spending an hour listening to their giggling and gossiping. It’s surprising how much information he gives to Enid’s blog — and how no one figures he’s her number one source.

Perhaps the only “real” problem between them is food. Enid has to have red meat, and Hank can’t have any. He trusted her completely to get them snacks for their first movie session, but Hank almost choked when he ate them. They have separated food now. (One of the many disadvantages from his curse)

But Enid knows Hank has serious problems — lots of them. He’s talkative, funny, but not open. She needs to work hard to get an answer from him, but he trusts her completely. More even than he trusts Xavier, his long-known friend. Reason: she’s not afraid of him. It was despairing to him the first time: his devilish form could have driven her mad, but she held him instead. She calmed him down. It was impossible to lie to her after that.

Truth be told, Enid nicknamed him Baymax, and Hank, as fluffly and kind as he is, happily accepted the nickname, even though he didn't know exactly who the character was. Weeks later, when Enid finally figured Hank didn't know Baymax, she simply HAD to watch Big Hero 6 with him. Hank loved the movie.

They're the guinea pigs for each other's hobbies. Hank always makes a necklace or bracelet for Enid when he's learning a new craft technique. And Enid, of course, tried every possible mixture until she could make a pleasantly scented candle for him. (Still, Hank loved her failed-attempt candles and always lights them in his office. A lot of students complain and he ignores them completely)

Then there's the romance. They are friends, and friends talk about their significant others — especially when Yoko is around. What an unbeatable duo these two girls are. They HAVE to get Hank a date. He refuses. They try again and the tamer is about to scold the duo when Enid finally stops. Truth is: Hank is young and he deserves having someone (well, at least Enid thinks so). He says he’s more than happy with his friends every single time.

Surprisingly, things don’t change when Y/N comes to school. Hank has the amazing ability of adapting his schedule, so Enid barely misses a date with him. The only change, that Enid noticed right away, is how tired he started to look, and how quiet he remained about it. Hank doesn’t say anything about his brother or how his night went anymore. He looks tense. And Enid senses his worry, and soon tries to become friends with Y/N. Spoiler alert: she succeeds.

#headcanons #my fic ideas #wednesday addams #wednesday fanfic #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x original character #original demon character #inuit mythology #ao3 fanfic #hank hunter

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steelycunt · 2 years

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r is so unintentionally babygirl-coded like that is my babygirl idc what anyone says like you Cannot see him in all his 6-foot-tall-grandpa-sweater-tea-drinking-werewolf glory and look me dead in the eyes and say that you don't want to dip him into a pot of melted chocolate like a strawberry or lather him onto some toast like honey .

he is my babygirl and i think if i was an animal in a zoo enclosure. like a tiger or an alligator or some type. of predator well i hope my allocated zookeepers would hang him by the waist from a tree branch for me to jump and snap at like a chunk of meat that they’re not only trying to feed me with but that they’re also trying to use as a source of enrichment/stimulation for me

#this is what you guys do when you send me the asks really. providing stimulation for my enclosure thank you so much 🙏🏽❤️🙏🏽❤️🙏🏽#in my head always he is either wearing a conical paper party hat complete with elastic chin string or a little silver plastic princess tiara #that is so important to me. the thing you have to understand i think is that he’s not a real boy #he’s maybe a Quentin Blake illustration. but I don’t know #anon #telegram #r

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3starsquinn · 2 years

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Uprooted || Rio & Solomon (POTW)

TIMING: A few days after Foundation of Decay PARTIES: @shroomsbysolomon & @3starsquinn SUMMARY: Rio runs into baby Solomon in the Common, but after funky time distortion nonsense things get dangerous CONTENT: parental death mention tw, gun mention tw (briefly mentioned)

Something definitely wasn’t right, but Orion couldn’t tell what it was yet. The Common still looked the same, not much out of place besides the lack of people. It might have been too early in the morning for the college kids to be out roaming the open field yet. Rio walked along one of the paved paths, heading towards the campus to find a spot to read. The sun had only just begun to rise, and it was still cool out for the time being. It was welcome, wearing pants and sweaters in the summer only worked to make him run hotter throughout the day, so he loved moments like this where he got to feel comfortable roaming the town. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, but he pushed the feeling away. He was still getting used to being back in town. To the constant state of unease that knowing the things he did about this town made someone feel. The only useful things his parents had ever taught him was that this town was a dangerous place.

A noise came from off in the distance, too far for anyone with normal hearing to pick up. Rio couldn’t recognize the source, so against his better judgment he deterred from his path to head towards the noise. When he finally came upon it, Rio was pretty sure he had completely lost his mind. The only thing out of place here was a branch. At first, Rio was pretty sure it was just some oddly shaped tree branch that had fallen from a tree and seen better days. At least until it… moved. “Holy crap” Rio mumbled. It was definitely moving. Running through his mental list in his head, he could really only thing of one thing, but Rio had never actually seen a Leshy in person. Not one without glamour at least, or so… small. “Uh hey there.” Rio spoke, pretty sure that if a morning jogger came by he’d look completely insane, “Are you okay?”

Perhaps simply trying to find the forest had been a mistake. Memories of those that the young leshy knew, people Solomon knew that lived here that might be able to help him were all that he could think of as he abandoned his search for the woods. Which was just as well, considering his fairly close proximity to the wildlife reserve… of course once he’d finally found his forest, he’d reconsidered the need to disappear into it. That wouldn’t fix this… issue. And frankly, the idea of living an extra one thousand years was exhausting.

Sprawled out in the grass, absorbing the morning dew through his dark, wooden skin, Solomon stared blankly up at the early morning sky. The sunlight crept over his little body as he lay there, feeding him in a way he desperately needed, draining as it had been to be so panicked the last few days. Closing his eyes, the leshy rolled onto his side and curled up into a ball, only to hear the voice of someone behind him a few moments later.

The panic he might have normally felt at the sound had been dulled by his recent experiences, and he wearily sat up, turning to look at the human apprehensively. “No,” he answered, looking back down at the grass. “Small… small age.”

The Quinn household held two specialties. Fae hunting from the Wardens on the dad’s side and Werewolf hunting from the ranger on the mom’s. Rio had studied both, just like his sister despite being a ranger himself. The training became more specific the older they got, but he had learned plenty about Leshy as a kid. And yet none of those lessons ever mentioned what it would be like to encounter a leshy as small and defenseless as this one. It was no surprise, unlike his sister Rio had learned very early on that James and Linda used lessons as propaganda. Knowledge intermixed with stories about the ruthless atrocities these monsters committed. Rio only believed them at a young age, when they came across as more of a ghost story than anything else. The more he learned about his parents, the less he figured these stories were true.

Rio supposed he fell somewhere in the middle now. He figured a lot of those stories could be true, though they hardly represented the entire species. Looking down at this Leshy now, he knew what his parents would think of it. But they weren’t here, and he was. “Yeah uh- very small” Rio tried. Admittedly, he wasn’t even sure if Leshy were able to talk this young. He lucked out that the two seemed to be able to communicate, even if it seemed a bit limited. “I’m not here to hurt you or anything- pr” he cut himself off immediately. He had absolutely no intention of causing the small Leshy any harm, but he had to draw a line after the mess he had found himself in with Lydia. Something that should have been as innocent and simple as a promise to keep someone safe had turned into something so ugly and sinister. “Do you need me to take you somewhere? We should probably not be here once people start walking The Common to get to class.” They were tucked away behind trees right now, but that hardly meant they were completely concealed.

He didn’t know what a class was or why someone would need to get to it, but what Solomon did understand was the warning of large crowds to come. He’d been trapped in a crowd when this all happened, and was not keen to repeat the experience. As much as he worried whether or not he could trust this person, his fear of being surrounded by strangers again was a more compelling motivator than paranoia, and it urged the little leshy forward. “Cutler,” was all he could think to say, trembling as he neared the young man. “Virgil. Nicole. Kaden.” Rattling off names of people he knew, people he’d feel safe with seemed to be all he could do. There was little hope that this person knew any of them, but it was worth a shot, since he couldn’t seem to remember where any of them lived. Staring up at Rio, the leshy shivered. “Help find.”

Rio didn’t really care about the class he had anymore. All he needed to focus on was getting this leshy somewhere safe. Which would be a lot easier if he was more knowledgeable on younger leshy and their habits. Clearly he could speak, but how much could he understand of human english at this age? He once again found himself cursing his stupid parents and their hunter lineage. He mentally put leshy on top of his list of priorities once he got back to the Scribrary. He could probably find some sort of journal about leshy and their aging. If he was lucky he might even find a first hand account from a leshy, which would be a lot more reliable than going off of what some old human dude could say about them.

Rio didn’t recognize the first couple of names, but the third one was familiar. Nicole wasn’t an uncommon name, but was it possible the same woman that had saved Rio from that bauk in the woods knew this leshy? But the fourth name was even more familiar- and even a bit surprising. “Kaden?” Rio repeated, continuously surprised by yet another supernatural creature that trusted the hunter. Rio felt a twinge of pride. “I can get you to Kaden. Follow me.”

Walking slowly at first, Rio turned around constantly to make sure that the leshy was able to keep up behind him. He led the leshy back across the common, passing by sections of the campus on their way to his car. If he could just get the leshy there, they’d be home free and able to get to Kaden. Considering Rio still hadn’t run into him yet, this would be one hell of a reunion. As he passed by a sign, he paused, stopping dead in his tracks as he looked back at the name of the building that they had just passed. “Hold on.” Rio froze, a sinking feeling in his stomach forming as he stared at the name on the building. “This… isn’t right.” Rio spoke, not sure if he was talking to the leshy or just out loud to himself. But he couldn’t seem to find the right words, mostly because none of them made any sense. For his own sanity, he continued to talk out loud. “This building it’s- well it’s named wrong.” He looked down at the leshy again, wondering if any of this was being communicated to him or not. “They changed the name in 99 when they got a new donor. This hasn’t been the name of the building in over twenty years.” Rio explained himself further. Something was really, really wrong here.

“Kid, I’d get away from that thing if I were you.” A voice came from across The Common, breaking Rio from the trance he had fallen into staring at the building. He spun around, instinctively stepping in front of the leshy he was watching over. He knew that tone, had heard it most of his life. As the figure moved across the open field, slowly moving further into focus, Rio could see a small, dark gray object pulled from a pocket. “Oh crap.” Rio mumbled, taking a deep breath and balling his hands into an involuntary fist. Running into a hunter was the absolute last thing he needed right now. “Seriously. Get to class or wherever you’re going. I’ll take care of that.” Rio could see the man’s head angle towards the leshy and Rio slid further over to try to block his view. But once the hunter got close enough, the feeling of dread that had washed over Rio threatened to drown him completely. He was pretty sure he had completely lost it. Between the thirty year old building behind him and the hunter stalking towards him, Rio had to be having some sort of psychotic break. Because he had seen this hunter before. In photos around his home. In the aged stare that he used to get from the man’s operating theater in their basement. In the empty look in his eyes right before Rio plunged a knife into his chest. This wasn’t just a hunter. It was his dad.

So it seemed that Solomon wasn’t the only one being affected by time strangeness… this whole area had apparently slipped into a different decade. While such a meager shift made little difference to a creature as old as Solomon, it clearly made a lot of difference to the young man attempting to help him. Solomon stepped closer as Rio stared at the sign, worry lacing his wooden expression. He reached a hand out in an attempt to comfort but the gesture was cut short by an unwelcome voice. Solomon froze like a deer in headlights, peering past Rio’s legs to try and get a better look at the person that was approaching them, but the young man stepped into his line of sight.

Even though he couldn’t see the gun, the man’s promise to ‘take care of that’ sounded less than friendly, and Solomon bristled with offense. He was afraid, too—of course he was afraid—but the anger was quicker, lashing out like a disturbed snake. Poking his head out from behind his protector’s waist, Solomon sneered at the stranger.

“Go!” he shouted defiantly, little fists clenched at his sides. He was tired, and this inability to communicate was really starting to get on his nerves. “Leave!”

Rio felt sick to his stomach. What the actual hell was going on? Was this some sort of sick dream or fae illusion? Because this was Rio’s worst nightmare come to life. As weird as life in this town had become, he couldn’t actually be standing face to face against his father from the nineties, right? Even that was too far. All of this was just too far. But considering Rio wasn’t waking up, he had to do what he could to protect this leshy. On the off chance that this was reality.

“You heard him. Leave.” Rio stated coldly, fists still clenched and praying this his anger sounded genuine. That James Quinn couldn’t hear the trembling in his voice or the way his whole body felt like it was shaking right now. Hidden behind that top layer of fear was a growing anger. That same primal rage that had led Rio to stabbing his father in the first place. As much as Rio would rather keep that part of him buried deep, he could dig it out if absolutely necessary.

“That thing is not a him. It’s a monster.” James Quinn spoke with venom, the same disgusted tone that Rio remembered from countless hunts he had been dragged on while he was a child. His father had always been the more calm and collected one, preferring to keep an even disposition to balance his wife’s vicious and excited energy. But no matter how even-keeled the man acted, a deep and animalistic hatred of all fae and supernatural creatures rested. In many ways, Rio’s father had been even more of a monster than his mother. He just chose to hide behind science as an excuse instead of facing that evil head on. “Now, I suggest you move on before you end up getting hurt too.” As the man’s shirt lifted, Rio could see the gun in his side holster, the sound of a click proof that James was pulling it free.

Years of training forced Rio to act before his brain was able to. He had never been much of a fighter. He had never had good enough reason to try. But between his forced training with his family to the help that Adam and Kaden had both tried to provide, he had spent his entire life learning how to do it. Putting it into practice was easier in theory than reality though. His form had been sloppy, stepping too far forward and stumbling into his grip on the man’s armed… well, arm. But what Rio did have going for him was the element of surprise. An unassuming disposition plus his own hunter strength. Eventually, Rio was able to grab onto the gun, his other hand holding onto his father’s wrist and then twisting both in opposite directions, ripping the gun from his father’s hand. Rio took a step back, pressing the button to drop the magazine before racking the slide to empty the last bullet from the gun. He ripped the slide from the gun, tossing the disassembled gun in two opposite directions. “Holy crap” Rio mumbled, amazed that that had actually worked, taking just a bit too long to celebrate the moment when a fist cut across his vision and directly into the side of his face.

Stumbling onto the ground, Rio felt the entire world spin for a minute. It had been awhile since he had taken a punch. He felt himself being lifted up off of the ground and made a weak attempt at escaping from the man’s grasp, trying and failing to fight against the grip that the hunter had on him. His back was crushed against something, a crunching noise as pointed pieces stabbed into his back made Rio assume it was a tree. “I have no idea who you are, but stay the hell out of my way.” James warned before slamming the back of Rio’s head against the tree and letting him crumple to the ground.

Solomon’s peach-sized heart was thundering in his chest as he watched Rio rip the gun from the stranger’s hands and get punched in response. That anger that had so quickly arrived grew hotter, crawling up his spine and darkening the edges of his vision. He didn’t know how to fight, not really. Not like anything the two humans were doing, but… he had his magic, wild as it was. Puffing out a breath, Solomon focused his energy and pleaded with the nearby plants to help, waving his arms toward Rio’s attacker as if to beckon them in that direction. The tree he had the young man pressed against trembled once Rio had crumpled at its base, roots lengthening beneath the dirt and twisting around one another to thicken themselves before bursting from the earth. They sailed toward the warden as he stormed in Solomon’s direction, who began to sprint in a wide circle around their attacker to get back over to where Rio was.

The tree roots snaked around the warden’s ankles in an attempt to trip him up, but when that did little more than slow him down, Solomon realized he’d have to take a more direct approach. With terror in his wide, golden eyes, the young leshy clasped his hands together in front of him and extended the length of his own two limbs, new, thick cords of fibrous plant material swirling over his fist to turn it into a sizeable sledgehammer. “Leave!” he bellowed once more, his voice anything but intimidating. Swinging his arms up in a high loop, he aimed straight for the man as he brought them back down, leaping toward him at the same time.

When Rio’s vision finally returned, his head was pounding and he felt sick to his stomach. He hadn’t passed out, the pain had been too present. He felt the thrash, the roots and foliage beneath him digging into his skin as he slumped onto the ground. But his vision had gone dark and all of Rio’s senses escaped him. For a long moment there had been nothing but pitch black and a ringing in his ears. His father, or his father-to-be rather, had put all of his strength into that attack. It hadn’t occurred to Rio as a child that his father had ever held anything back during their training, but it was all too clear at this moment. If this encounter was going to be determined on strength alone, Rio and the leshy were fighting a losing battle.

But it was becoming clear that this wasn’t purely based on strength. Rio watched, seemingly helpless as roots from the ground started to peak up, coiling themselves around his father. The man swept them away haphazardly. He had probably fought leshy before. Killed leshy before. Until the leshy went on a full offensive, using his own grown limbs to swing at the man full force, taking his father off guard and connecting a hit. His father hadn’t expected that. He had written the leshy off as some weed to be extinguished and never expected a fight back. Just like he hadn’t expected Rio to know how to disarm him. The only way they were going to get away was if they surprised him. Rio tried to keep himself silent as he slowly fought against the pain and pushed himself onto his knees. The first step in an attempt to make it onto his feet despite his body pleading with him to stay put. Rio reached into his pocket, wrapping his fingers around the pocket knife that Athena had given him. It was made of silver, because of course it was, and the blade wasn’t big enough to do any major damage with just a few jabs. But it would have to do. Whether James Quinn knew it or not, Rio had a one up on him.

Memories of fighting witches and hunters in the woods came spilling forth as Solomon’s makeshift hammer made contact with the man’s body, thumping loudly as it sent him toppling into the dew-covered grass. Memories of darker times in his life, things he’d done when he was much older than he was now, which was… confusing, to say the least. He couldn’t form a solid timeline in his head, not that this was the time to do so, but instead just got flashes of wildfire in his peripheral vision and the crunch of bones rising to meet his ears. The phantom feeling of the strangleweed that had cocooned his heart for so long constricted in his chest as he took another swing at the warden, letting loose his best war cry as tears pricked at his eyes. When had he become so violent? When had he changed so foundationally into an entirely different leshy? This was not his way. It was never meant to be his way.

Golden eyes flicked to the side to see Rio getting to his feet, and so the fae persisted in his assault. But, of course, his lack of training eventually caught up to him, and the man was able to gain the upper hand. Even as roots and vines still snaked around his feet and legs and tried to pull him down, his hand found the young leshy’s throat and lifted him into the air by the neck. Solomon’s battering-ram hands broke apart and shrank back to a proportionate size to clutch at the warden’s forearms, legs kicking violently at his chest. Even the hits that landed seemed to do little to deter the man, and once again, that fear took hold.

There were a lot of emotions running through Rio’s brain, the forefront of those being fear and rage. The fear was enough to make his hands shake and his whole body tremble as it tried to stop him from taking any steps forward. He had been in this situation before. More times than he could count or care to remember. His parents had dragged him along on hunts as a child, forcing himself and his sister to receive training real time. He had seen this exact scene play out. His parents cornering someone supernatural, his sister staring in wide eyed amazement while Rio watched in horror until he couldn’t take it anymore and hid his head in his arms. So many lives had been lost and Rio had done nothing. Those memories are what fueled the shame and rage in Rio that kept him moving. He focused on the leshy, struggling against his father’s grip. Rio had made his decision. There was no more time to be passive.

Slowly slipping the knife open, Rio closed the remaining distance between himself and the two struggling. The leshy was still fighting as much as he could, struggling his father and causing as much noise as he could. It worked perfectly as a distraction, and Rio crept behind the man and hesitated for only one more second before raising his knife and stabbing it into the back of his father’s dominant shoulder blade, the smell of blood was immediate as Rio quickly pulled the knife free from his father’s skin. James yelled out in pain, dropping the leshy and swinging around, but Rio was prepared. He stepped back, expecting the hook and then side swept when his father moved to kick out at him. Rio swooped down, running the blade across the back of his father’s heel, splitting his jeans and ankle open. The man followed up with another jab, from his uninjured arm, which Rio expected and blocked, wrapping his own arms around the man’s wrist and elbow and twisting, shifting himself behind his father. Rio had never been much of a fighter, but he had always been forced into the ring. He had been forced to fight against his sister endlessly, sparred against both of his parents. It had always been a losing battle, Rio rarely ever threw a punch. But he had observed. He had studied his family's technique and learned how to survive a fight long enough simply by dodging and deflecting. His father was strong and he was skilled, but after years of losing fights against him, the man was predictable.

The moment he was dropped to the ground, everything was screaming at Solomon to run. Too many times had he stayed planted firmly in place, facing danger with a reckless fury that ended in death. He couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t bear any more death on his conscience, not when he’d been spared from the fate he’d crafted for himself with his misdeeds and given a second chance. He could not walk that path of darkness again, or he knew he would be truly lost.

Pushing himself upright, the leshy blinked away the blurriness in his vision to see Rio deftly handling the hunter—too deftly. He knew where this would lead, and he couldn’t stay. He couldn’t be a part of it. His cowardice took hold and urged him up to his feet, sending him scrambling away from the scene. He only had a vague sense of which direction was the one that he wanted, but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was getting away before the inevitable occurred, and the leshy was strapped with yet another sin that would drag him to his grave. The guilt of leaving Rio to fend for himself could not outweigh the shameless need to spare his own soul, and so Solomon ran.

With a final twist, Rio threw the man onto the ground, bending down and pushing the weight of his knee against his father’s chest and holding his pocket knife against the man's throat. “I killed you once. Don’t think I won’t do it again” Rio threatened, his face beet red through Rio’s rage and the tears that were now streaming down his face. A confused expression crossed his father’s face, but as he tried to speak, Rio pressed the blade further into his throat, drawing blood. All he could think about was his twenty-first birthday. The relief that he had felt once he finally plunged the kitchen knife into his father’s chest. Rio had always feared turning into a monster like his parents, but how monstrous could it be to prevent someone else from taking lives? Every single fiber of his being screamed at him to finish the job. But who knew how this time travel stuff worked? If he killed his father now, would Rio have ever even been born? For once in his life, Rio had no interest in dying.

Rio made his final choice then. “Stay down” Rio warned, slowly lifting himself off of the man and standing up. For the moment, James Quinn just laid there, an evil glare looking up at Rio. But Rio knew his father too well to know that this peace wouldn’t last. With one more movement, Rio lifted his leg and kicked the man across the face, hard enough to knock the man without killing him. Hopefully. The scream anger in Rio slowly quieted down, and between that and the fighting, it had become almost silent in the Common. Rio bent over, palms braced against his knees to hold himself up and took a few breaths of relief. This was over. By some miracle, he had come out on top. The relief only lasted a minute before he remembered what he had been fighting for in the first place. But as he spun around and looked for the leshy he had decided to help, all he saw was an open field and uprooted foliage. “Crap.” Wherever the fae had run off to, he was back on his own.

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remus lupin

╔═.✾. ═ LOG *** : remus lupin | non binary, they/them | 36.

Just spotted REMUS around town. Our records show that they remember [ most things ] from their source : harry potter. They were first spotted in june 2020 and our best guess is that their last memory is the burrow being attacked on christmas. Archivists watching them state that they still have the holey sweaters under faded jean jackets, too short trousers showing colorful socks, chocolate covered fingers, and moonlit walks vibe about them.

━ from Armes E. Sallow’s personal archives. ═.✾. ═╝ ↳・゜charles michael davis .

━━━ transcribed on : 30 june 2020. transcription annotated by tal brennan, archivist.

ARMES: thank you for coming in. i heard you were in the hospital for a while.

Yeah. Running into the barrier after - well, it was bad timing on my part. But I got your note at my room saying you wanted an interview. I’m sorry but I have to ask - what for? I’m no one important.

ARMES: i’m the town archivist. i like to keep records of everyone we’ve had in town, for prosperity. so, can you tell me your name and where you are from?

Remus John Lupin. I’m from a little town in Wales originally, but I’ve been all over England.

ARMES: any particular reason why you’ve been all over?

Work, mainly. I’ve been moved to a lot of different locations, and even worked in Scotland for a little bit.

ARMES: well, what is the last thing you remember from your home?

[there’s silence on the tape for about a minute] A friend’s house was on fire. It was attacked.

ARMES: attacked?

We were in the middle of a war, and this might sound crazy but it was a war that seemed to have happened twenty-four years ago.

ARMES: perhaps in another town that would sound crazy, but not here Mr. Lupin. my records show you’ve been in town for about two weeks now. i am sure you can see just how - special our town is.

I’ve seen a lot. It reminds me a bit of a town back at home, truthfully. But jumping forward in time is a bit frightening.

ARMES: others in town have as well, so i am sure you will find others. but besides that, i must ask if you feel if you have any blanks in your memory. we do have a history of memory loss here.

Everything seems to be there, even the things I wish I could forget, but such is life.

ARMES: such is life. we wouldn’t be ourselves without all those memories.

[there’s silence again]

ARMES: well, are you feeling settled? have you found a job?

Yes, sort of. I applied for a position at the newspaper - copy editing and photography as I have skills in both and the interview seemed to go well. I’m meeting with a couple today to look at the grandparent’s apartment they have so I can move out of the Bed and Breakfast.

ARMES: sound lovely. what, mr. lupin, do you think was the strangest thing you saw before arriving in this town?

Well my best friends turned an entire fourth of our year’s hair bright pink for an entire week, that was pretty spectacular.

ARMES: do you believe in the supernatural or mythical?

[a laugh is heard] You’re asking me that? Well okay, then yes. And I’ve seen this town as well.

ARMES: i’m sorry, not everyone is as aware as you seem to be, and i always like to ask. but besides that, what kind of traits would your friends or family give you?

[there’s silence for a while] Well my friends always used to say I was smart - wise beyond my years, though I suspect that’s because I grew up with very few kids my age until I met them. I was a trouble maker growing up too, though no one suspected it. I suppose some would say I’m resilient, but I think I’ve just gotten lucky.

ARMES: is there anything else you would like to say?

No, I’d rather leave it at that. Thank you.

❃゜・。. ・°゜

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Remus Lupin, a secondary character from the world famous novel series Harry Potter. They are a wizard, like most of the characters in the series, as well as a Werewolf. It seems Lycanthropy was highly stigmatized in this world, and it is unlikely that they will reveal this part of themself to many people. Even magick was highly secret, so this may be kept quiet as well even with the magic we have here in town.

Remus was close friends with the main protagonist’s father (James Potter). Their friendship group consisted of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black, additionally, and there seems to be a large portion of the fan base of these novels who focus just on them, despite the fact that they rarely appear in the books and James Potter is dead before they even begin.

They are seen as a teacher and mentor to Harry, and often there when Harry needs to help contemplate what is laid in front of him.

danger rating: 3/10, especially if we can look into synthesizing wolfsbane at the research center likelihood to investigate: 5/10 given when it is likely they have come from.

#✿ remus lupin ✿#❃゜・。. ・°゜sallow | prompts #sallow hills (intro)

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He just stands there, annoyed. There is fur stuck to the entire length of his sweater... the source being a certain werewolf.

".... I swear, I'm going to take a shedding brush to him."

#Bat Got Your Tongue?;; { Drak }#hehehe

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flock-of-feral-plague-doctors · 2 years

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Ask game!

👹: how many non-human members are there?

👠: how difficult is it for y'all to agree on one cohesive outfit?

🎃: are there any headmates that could be considered scary? (demons/ghosts/vampires/etc.)

🌆: what does your headspace look like?

-Mhirodor/Applebees

An ask 🥺

How many non human members are there: Most of the system is nonhuman actually. So, more than a hundred. And the few system members that are human are some kind of human plus, like they'll have magic or superpowers or something. We actually have this weird phenomena where any introjects that were human in source get turned into vampires on their way into the system. I mean, some get turned into other things, but vampires are by far the most common. I got hit by the vampire beam even, and my source is the least supernatural thing on the planet.

How difficult is it to agree on a cohesive outfit: Pretty easy actually. Most of what we own is jeans, tshirts and sweaters, so there's not much in the way of options. There'll be little things, like Tiger Lily tries to get us to wear one of our few skirts, and I like wearing scarves in public, but other than that there's not much disagreement. I'm sure it would be harder if we had more options.

Are there any headmates that could be considered scary: Well, there's that vampire beam I mentioned earlier. We have a werewolf kicking around somewhere. Lots of tieflings. Honestly we tend to collect a lot of headmates that would be considered scary or monstrous where they come from.

What does your headspace look like: It's located in the void, which is kinda like this infinite space with a lot of weird and spooky stuff in it and reality is all fucky. It's kinda like a place between worlds. Our little section covers this wide open field that we can build things in that borders this spooky forest on a hill with a vortex that we don't know much about yet. We haven't built much yet. Xariphail has a little cabin in the middle of a pond. We're building a shack for our purple guy subsystem right now. Everything we've made is kinda on the border between the forest and the field. Right now we're under a protective dome that Xariphail keeps powered to keep dangerous things out.

Damn, we wrote a lot and part of me still wants to write more.

-Spencer [He/Him]

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this is for @anythingforour_moony’s writing competition!!

Prompt: “Who ate my pudding??”

If there was one thing that Remus Lupin loved more than life itself, it was chocolate. Chocolate bars, chocolate cake, chocolate pudding, you name it, he would eat it practically inhale it. Not only would he gulp down anything with the slightest trace of chocolate, he would hoard it. He had secret stashes hidden all over the school. Throughout his five and a half years at Hogwarts, his stashes had remained undiscovered.

Or so he thought.

Without his knowledge, one silver-eyed, mischievous Sirius Black had discovered his little secret months ago. Actually, if he was being honest, he found it rather endearing. The image of one Remus Lupin, engulfed in that adorable green sweater of his, tawny curls falling onto his face, amber eyes gleaming with that enchanting golden tint that Sirius often found himself mesmerised in, happened to be the main source of Sirius’ serotonin regardless, but adding that to the image of Remus Lupin, curled up with some chocolate from his secret little stash, perfectly content, was even more adorable, if that was at all possible.

Yeah… Sirius would really have to do something about this crush of his.

And so, Sirius hatched a crafty scheme: he would steal Remus’ chocolate from his stash. Not to eat! Oh lord, no. Maybe just to hide for an hour or two? At least until Remus noticed it was gone, which surely wouldn’t take long; the guy was obsessed. Once Remus had figured out that Sirius had stolen his chocolate, he would probably be rightfully mad. And then he would hopefully start spewing something about morals and boundaries or something. And maybe that, in turn, would help Sirius see that maybe being with Remus wasn’t all he’d thought it up to be, and maybe this silly little crush of his, could finally come to an end. Sirius’ main aim was just to find a way to make Remus mad, and stealing his chocolate was apparently the best way to go about that.

The plan may have been long-winded and, frankly, ridiculous, but Sirius was desperate. He couldn’t go on like this – just being in the same room as Remus was enough to give him the complexion of a tomato, and surely someone would notice that soon? It was too risky; no one could ever know.

Little did Sirius know just how hard he had fallen.

That was how Sirius found himself sitting in the common room, absent-mindedly watching Peter try desperately to Vanish a table, and James hurriedly scribbling a Potions essay. However, the only thing he could concentrate on was the fact that Remus had just disappeared into the dormitory and was bound to discover what he had done any second now.

Not long after, his suspicions were confirmed. He heard the dormitory door slam, the sound echoing through the tower, followed by the sound of footsteps crashing down the stairs. Remus skidded to a halt at the bottom of the staircase. Sirius’ mouth was dry with anticipation; he could feel his heart about to burst through his ribs. He had no idea what Remus’ reaction would be, but he was notorious for being incredibly overprotective of his chocolate.

Sirius did not fancy his chances.

Remus was annoyed, to say the least. He had had a particularly good day, so imagine his disappointment and frustration when he hurried towards his trunk, only to find that the chocolate pudding he’d been eagerly looking forward to all day, had disappeared. And Remus knew he hadn’t misplaced, or already eaten, the pudding. There was only one possible explanation. One of those three idiots had eaten it. He wasn’t as angry as he could have been, mostly because he genuinely had had a great day, but he was irritated, nonetheless.

That was how Remus found himself storming down to the common room, ready to have a serious conversation with his friends about respecting boundaries. However, not everything goes to plan. When Remus reached the bottom of the staircase, his gaze landed on one Sirius Black. Remus, as so often happens, was mesmerised by the grin which seemed to light up any room, the eyes which seemed to be swirling in the ocean depths, and the hair which seemed to catch the sunlight, shimmering with the slightest movement. Sirius’ charm was infuriatingly distracting, and Remus couldn’t help but to lose himself in those breathtakingly bright eyes, which were gleaming like the moon.

Come on, Remus, snap out of it. Feeling his face start to heat up, Remus took a deep breath. There was a more important matter at hand.

“Alright, which one of you was it?”

“What’s up, moony?” James replied without looking up.

“Who ate my pudding??” Remus narrowed his eyes at the three boys and seemed to notice Sirius’ eyes widening. As he watched, Sirius ducked his head behind those glistening curls of his, refusing to meet Remus’ gaze. This was unusual only in that the other two boys had looked up at the mention of Remus’ chocolate. It was the reaction of a guilty person. Remus knew it, Sirius knew it, and he was pretty sure James and Pete had also figured it out.

‘Sirius?’

‘Hmm?’

Sirius still refused to meet his eyes, which only made it all the more obvious that he was guilty.

Remus waited expectantly, hoping that Sirius would say something; this was awkward enough as it was. Finally, Sirius glanced up.

‘Erm… I’m just gonna go take a quick shower… yeah, I haven’t had one since quidditch practice…’ Sirius stood up hastily, but found his way blocked.

‘Sirius Orion Black. If you have done what I think you have done,’ he warned under his breath, enunciating every syllable to ensure the message was crystal clear, ‘I will send you straight to Filch’s office myself, and tell him what really happened in the girls’ toilets yesterday. You can’t fool me.’

Sirius gulped. Although he was aware that he was currently in deep, deep shit, a part of him desperately wanted to make a ‘straight’ joke in reply to Remus’ threat. However, Sirius felt that may not bode well with the fuming werewolf, who was currently glaring into his soul. So, instead, he did the only reasonable thing he could think of; he ran. Scanning for all possible exits and realising the portrait hole was blocked by a giggling group of girls, he sprinted straight for the stairwell. Taking the steps three at a time, his heart pounded nervously as he heard Remus in close pursuit. He slammed open the dormitory door with enough force to make it rattle in its hinges and dived for his bed. Rolling across the bed, Sirius fell through the drawn curtain on the other side and landed on his feet. Although he personally felt that this was a move worthy of James Bond himself, there was no time to dwell, because he had probably pissed Remus off even more, if that was possible.

Speaking of Remus, Sirius had no idea where he’d gone. He could swear his pursuer had been mere footsteps behind him moments ago. Narrowing his eyebrows, he approached the dormitory door cautiously, when, out of nowhere, Remus barrelled around the corner, straight into him, and rugby tackled him to the ground. Winded from pure shock, Sirius could do nothing but flail desperately as Remus wrestled him onto his back and pinned his wrists above his head.

Suddenly, all the anger and all the panic evaporated. Their faces were mere inches from each other, and Sirius could hardly breathe. Remus was staring into his eyes, and Sirius noticed how the amber seemed to darken and his pupils seemed to expand.

But he had no time to think, because he could feel his heart pounding faster and faster, even though he had stopped running. He would have guessed that it was because of the pure intensity that comes with someone laying on top of you, pinning you to the ground, and staring deep into your soul, seemingly getting lost in your eyes, but his brain could barely comprehend what was happening.

Wait. No. That pounding he had felt? That wasn’t his heart. That was Remus’ heart. What? Why would Remus’ heart be beating faster? Shut up. Suddenly, Sirius became hyper-aware of Remus leaning closer to him.

‘Erm…’ he managed to mumble, now oddly self-conscious of how his breath smelt.

‘Tell me to stop.’ Remus whispered, so softly that Sirius could barely hear. Tell me to stop what?? What does that even mean?? What is he doing??

Remus was now so close that their breaths were mingling, and if Sirius moved slightly, he could probably have brushed their noses. Why the hell would I move slightly?? Are you crazy?? Let’s just see what he does.

And Sirius barely had time to process what happened next, because Remus’ lips curved into a soft smirk, no I am not watching his lips thank you very muc- HOLY SHIT, and then they crashed against his.

Remus’ lips. Crashed against Sirius’ lips.

Sirius’ nervous system was going berserk, his brain was short circuiting, and all he could think about was every point where Remus was touching him.

Time seemed to slow down; everything else faded away until it was just him and Remus.

Remus’ mind had a similar reaction. He swore he could see fireworks behind his eyelids and, despite his nervousness at initiating the kiss, what if I misinterpreted it?? I’ll literally ruin our whole friendship!! Ah you know what, fuck it, he ate my pudding, we don’t have a friendship anymore, those few moments were possibly the best of his life. But then, if it was possible, those moments grew even better; gradually, as they both got over their initial shock (and, let’s be real, a little bit of *gay panic*), they relaxed into the kiss. It turned away from passionate and hungry, and more towards comforting and slow.

Sirius’ intestines seemed to be fizzing and twisting, his fingers tangling themselves in those golden curls that he was so incredibly crazy about.

Well, he thought, that’s my plan gone to shit.

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 3 years

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“Y-You should take a look in the mirror…” with weretoon!Henry and Linda?

Imagine your old business partner contracting you out of the blue for the first time in years and he curses you with lycartoonthropy.

Henry had been surprised to see that the letter in the mail had come from Joey. The determined dreamer of a man hadn't directly spoken to him in years, either talked poorly about him or dismissively about him when reporters asked about him in the papers, and he haven't even once tried to contact him until now.

He coughed his lungs out as he opened it, he got punched in the face with some foul-smelling (and tasting, which he unfortunately learned as it got into his mouth) black powder that exploded on him the second the envelope's seal was broken. It quickly turned into ink as it made skin contact. The former animator wiped off his glasses with a still-clean part of his sweater vest and looked inside the envelope itself to find a surprisingly old looking letter.

'Dear Henry.' It started. 'After the many years and growth of our creation, the studio has given birth to something truly extraordinary that, while you had no part of creating yourself, I want you to be a part of. Feel free to come back home anytime.' it wrapped up. 'Your best pal, Joey Drew.'

He dug into the envelope once more and pulled out a small note: 'The full moon is upon you soon.' It stated while Henry noticed that the handwriting that did not match up with Joey's own handwriting. 'Hide, Stay inside, enjoy the ride!'

"What does this mean?" He asked out loud to himself.

"It's probably a placebo curse." Linda nonchalantly answered as she looked over the papers herself. "It seems like he's trying to scare you into going to him with something that smells like blood mixed with ink and god knows what and with the vague and cryptic language in both his letter and the note he added. My sister Allie did something similar to her ex boyfriend, the poor guy was convinced he was a werewolf for months.”

“Interesting...” Henry hummed in thought as he took a look outside the window, the moon was barely halfway full. “I think the letter came in earlier than he expected, or much later... the moon doesn’t look full.”

“Or this could be the second one he sent and the first one got lost in the mail.” Linda shrugged. “Or it was the full moon by the time he wrote it, but he traveled all the way here by car and put it in our mailbox because he wouldn’t trust the mailmen with this.”

“Yeah,” Henry let out a soft chuckle. “I’m going to change and take a shower, I don’t want this stuff to stain.”

“You go do that, I’ll make sure to write Joey a proper ‘thank you’ card.” She smirked mischievously as she looked at the return address. “I’m sure he’ll love it if this is how he wants to play this game...”

“Careful not to make it look like it came from us directly!” Henry called out from down the hall. “The last thing we need is a prank war from Joey.”

“Will do!” Linda called back as she began to pull out the recipe cookbook, looking for the perfect aspic recipe to make for Henry’s old friend.

---

The rest of the night was rather uneventful, the weird ink-like stuff came off easily enough and thankfully didn’t stain his skin or his clothes, he and Linda ate dinner while they talked about other aspects of their day, cuddled up on the couch together and watched a movie, and then went to bed without putting any more thought into Joey’s weird ‘prank’.

In fact, the rest of the week was uneventful, and the next one. Joey’s letter had completely slipped the pair’s mind. It was regarded as a weird prank with no follow up until the night of the full moon.

As Henry was packing up his art supplies for the night, he heard a man cough. Naturally, as he knew he and Linda were the only ones in the house, he quickly turned towards the source to find a note fluttering to the ground by the phone.

“Must’ve been my imagination...” He muttered to himself as he picked up the note.

‘THe FUll mOOn iS uPon YoU SOOn HIdE STAy inSIDe ENjOy tHE RiDE.’

Henry frowned as he read it, he could have sworn he had thrown that cryptic note out when he threw away the rest of the letter, and that it looked a lot neater as well as less threatening when he first saw it.

“What does this mean?”

He asked aloud to himself once more, but instead of being answered by his wife, he was instead answered by the moon itself apparently. This new curse of his was not the classic werewolf one, nor was it anywhere near as slow and painful. The former animator was struck with a sensation that felt like what he would describe as being a rubber band stretching out and snapping back into place followed by a full body hiccup, and while it was weird, he wouldn’t think much of it had Linda not walked in at the ‘perfect’ time.

“Hey Henry, have you seen the- uhhh...”

“Have I seen the what?” The newly minted weretoon asked obliviously.

“Henry...” Linda started, not sure as to how he’d react to this, to be honest, she didn’t know how she should be reacting to this either, she always knew that magic was real, but she had never once assumed it would be used to do.. well, THAT. “Y-you should take a look in the mirror...”

“How come?”

“Just... trust me.” She put her hand on Henry’s shoulder. “I don’t know how to describe this.”

“Okay..” he replied somewhat nervously as he followed her to the bathroom.

---

As the human toon looked himself over in the mirror, he seemed completely lost for words.

His reflection looked a lot like he did a few minutes ago, but instead of being a flesh and blood human being, he looked like how he drew himself when he was subtly slipping a cameo of himself into one of his works. (Something he had done with every project he had ever worked on after leaving Joey Drew Studios as a way to spite the man in charge.)

“Huh.”

“I don’t know what else to say either.”

The two of them just stood there in silence for a few awkward seconds.

“Well, at least it was fast and painless.”

Linda wordlessly nodded in agreement.

“And hopefully it’s enough like normal lycanthropy where you’ll be back to normal by sunrise and only have to worry about this once every roughly twenty-seven days.”

“Hopefully.” Henry sighed.

“...Anything on your mind?”

“I always assumed that if Joey went out of his way to curse me, then he’d come up with something more extravagant and devastating than this.”

Linda let out an amused snort which turned into full blown laughter which she was trying and failing to contain.

“Pffftt, HAhahaHAa!! You’re *hic* right, ‘Mr. dream king’ over in New York really needs to take his Heh, his own advice, what good are dreams without creativity? I’m almost sorry for those poor animators back there who have to pick up his slack.”

“Speaking on which...” Henry looked down at his gloved hands, tugging on one of them and noticing that it wouldn’t come off. “...Do you think I’m the only one he’s done this to?”

“...There’s only one way to find out but I don’t think either of us are going to like it.”

#bendy and the ink machine #henry stein #linda stein #weretoon au #fanfic

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