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boxofbonesfic · 1 year

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Title: Wax and Wane

Pairing: Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings: Darkfic, Dubcon, Horror Au, Werewolves, Smut, Borderline Monsterfucking (lol), Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS DNI!

A/N: my second entry for my Friday the 13th challenge! so as some of you all may recall, the “A.B” initials on the charm bracelet in Talking to the Moon implied the existence of other women, and maybe other pack members…😈 mind the warnings my loves! enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

The sound of the bell rouses you, forcing you to sit up groggily as you blink at the dark room. The heavily draped window is dark too, and when you look blearily for the digital clock on the bedside table, it confirms your suspicion.

The bright numbers read 3:17, and for a moment you consider turning back over and going back to sleep, but the little bell next to your bed sounds again insistently.

I hate that fucking bell. It’s an antiquated remnant of the house’s past, from a time when your lavish bedroom was once part of the servant’s quarters, the bell a means to summon you. Now, however, it serves a somewhat different purpose.

Is it really different? He calls, I come.

Andy’s side of the bed is cold, you note as you roll out from underneath the covers. You peek through the curtains out at the moon, a dark sliver eaten out of the bright circle. It won’t last, though—it’s due to be full tomorrow, maybe the day after, so Andy’s side of the bed will remain cold until then.

You hate that you miss him, a little. He is a good conversationalist after all, your man—your monster.

Andy is supposed to be with the pack—you know this from past experience. It’s strange he’s waited so long to leave, and you know that now he must have certainly missed his chance. You make your way down the long hall, the only sound the whisper of your long robe against the cool tile. He isn’t downstairs, not when you exit the grand staircase and into the dark living room. The house is intimidating in the dark, but you’ve done this enough times now that you could probably do it with your eyes shut if you wanted to. You go through the kitchen, pausing briefly before the cellar door.

When you open it, Andy is waiting for you on the other side. It’s easy to see the change is almost upon him. His bare chest is heaving, shiny with sweat. His eyes are fever bright, nostrils flaring from the scent of you. When he licks his lips, your pulse quickens, and you wonder if he can hear it, if he knows.

I should have seen it coming.

You should have—but Andy had blinded you. Love blinded you. You had not noticed your friends dropping from your life like irate flies as you found yourself too busy with Andy Barber to see them, your family held at arms length by their disapproval of your wealthy, mysterious new beau. People falling like dominoes until you were alone—

And alone, you were weak.

When the man had become a monster, you had clung on instead of running. And now, you think as you lightly finger the raised scar on your chest, it’s too late. The long scratch marks that if you measured, would be exactly Andy’s finger-widths apart.

There’s something under my skin, too.

You allow him to pull you to his chest as he inhales deeply, pressing his face into your hair. The smell of him does something to you, too, igniting a warm tingle deep in the apex of your thighs. The distinctly male musk, tinged with something animal, primal. His fingers tangle in your curls for a moment before he lets go, his hands wandering appreciatively down your sides and over the curve of your hips.

“I thought I was going to have to come get you,” he says, his voice low. There is amusement there, too. “You have good timing.”

Most people don’t pay close attention, so generally, even when Andy is out and about this close to the change, no one notices the tells. Not like you. His nails are longer, sharper and stronger. His canines longer, thicker—it makes him lisp, just a little. And his eyes…

The darkest, stormiest blue.

Andy slides a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up. You sigh into his mouth as his lips meet yours, his teeth pulling at the plump flesh until it swells. Hungrily he swallows the resulting whimper, and when his tongue sweeps into your mouth he tastes like gin—he’s been drinking. Andy’s hands slide up your sides, displacing the robe as he pushes it from your shoulders.

“Smell like honeysuckle,” the words are murmured low against your throat. You squeak when his fingers sink appreciatively into the soft skin of your ass underneath the hem of your nightie. He inhales again, teeth tugging at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “And rain.” Thick fingers wiggle between your thighs, and you widen your stance without being asked, and Andy hums with pleasure at finding you damp already.

“Missed you.”

Your breath catches as he circles your clit, before sliding down to tease at your entrance. When he pulls back, you try to stifle the whine that grows in your throat, but you don’t kill it completely.

“Get on the desk.”

This room serves as Andy’s unofficial second office. Where, if you looked, you might find pieces of evidence that were conveniently “lost” during trial—things that might make their way into Andy’s pocket if he had a particularly stubborn problem.

Nothing that would be of use to you now.

His eyes rest on you with almost physical weight, you can feel them boring into you as you lean up onto your toes, bending across the dark wood. You peek over your shoulder, and you sink your teeth into your lip to keep from gasping. When the change is close, you know Andy is… bold. Aggressive, even—-and tonight is no different. He openly palms his cock through his open pants, staring lustfully at the glistening folds between your spread thighs. He grins at you, and your cheeks burn but you don’t look away.

“I told you, runt,” he says, the points of his sharp teeth hanging over his lip. “I missed you.” Andy is on you in two easy strides, resting a hand on your hip as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy. This time, you can’t help the shuddering moan that leaks through your clenched teeth. He bends over you until he can rest his lips on the back of your neck, and they curve against your skin. “I see you missed me too, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you admit, your cunt sucking desperately at the tip of his cock.

“Mmm, good girl, so honest.” The pleased hum that vibrates in his chest fills you with a shameful sense of pride. You are a pretty bird in a pretty cage for as long as he’ll have you—but you can’t bring yourself to hate him. You moan as he begins to push forward, his hand heavy on your hip.

“I know I’m supposed to be with the pack,” Andy grits out as he begins to stretch you open. You stare with lidded, unseeing eyes at the bookshelves in front of you, his words echoing in your ears. There’s a sort of doubling when he speaks again, two voices in one mouth. There is Andy’s voice, the one you know, and then something dark. Animal.

“But you feel so good like this.”

You know the beast is crawling just underneath Andy’s skin, staring out at you through his eyes. Your only saving grace is the fact that they want the same thing—

“I know you like it too, pup,” Andy’s teeth scrape hungrily against your neck as he splits you open inch by delicious inch. “You always did have a thing for monsters.”

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Thank you for reading! Please check out my masterlist for other, similar works, and follow my library blog, @box-of-bones-library for updates. ❤️

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andi-o-geyser · 10 months

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I truly do love where Bells Hells' relationship with the gods is going, because in what has so far been a very atheistic party we're now experiencing some wildly different journeys with divinity. FCG is over here living his best life, like "I am all in on the Changebringer!" right as Laudna, Orym, and Ash return with all their trauma and complicated experience with how harmful the gods can be, so now Deanna is speedwalking in the opposite direction like "what do you mean :) you have issues with the Dawnfather :)) wait :) what do you mean militaristic churches :)) can i :))) have a fucking minute :)))" and then she hopped onto a quick zoom call with the sun itself, heard all she needed to hear, called him a bitch, and left. queen shit. anyways this is a Deanna stan post, my girl do what you've gotta do I'll support you the entire way

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paperweight91 · 2 months

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We’ve been teasing and scheming all week, now it is time to announce our full AU. We’re All Monsters will be co-written by @krirebr and me! Kris will be handling our Vampires and I will be handling our Werewolves. But don’t worry that doesn’t mean they all won’t be meeting each other throughout this AU. As for how? Well you’ll just have to wait and see.

This will be building off of Kris’ Psycho Killer AU and will feature some of, if not all the CE characters we know and love.

We’ve outlined the reader pairings and nicknames below, we hope you’re as excited as we are to delve into the supernatural with us!

Andy Barber - Runner

Ari Levinson - Queenie

Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen - Angel

Frank Adler & Pete Brenner - Dove

James Mace - Sneak

Johnny Storm - Cutter

Lloyd Hansen - Snipe/Spitfire

Ransom Drysdale - Little Rabbit

Steve Rogers - Sunshine

#we’re all monsters #vampire!au #werewolf!au #supernatural!au #andy barber #ari levinson #curtis everett #jake jensen #frank adler #pete brenner #james mace #johnny storm #lloyd hansen #ransom drysdale #steve rogers

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sp0o0kylights · 6 months

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ooo and 5 please! who's saying fuck no about what??

This waaaas a werewolf oneshot I was playing with, separate from Hungry. It features a transmasc Gareth, protective Eddie and Steve, and a personal favorite, Secret Berserker Jonathan Byers.

This was another oneshot that is made entirely of various scenes, so I wrote a quick introduction here to it. It wouldn't make a lick of sense otherwise lol.

(Similar to Hungry, we're playing with dominant/submissive werewolves. Think Patricia Briggs and Ilona Andrews & how they run their werewolf stories based on super outdated but very fun concepts of real wolf packs lol. I have my own little modern twist on them, but there's a difference between a social work/school friend group "pack" and a Wolf Pack TM. )

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Hellfire won't be out for another few minutes, but neither Steve or Jonathan talk much as they wait.

It's a peaceful kind of silence they share, particularly between two people who aren't friends, but ended up as family anyway.

Which is why both startle hard when the doors to the school slam open.

One of Munson's wolves storms out, looking over his shoulder instead of ahead. "What part of fuck no don't you get!?"

"Come on." Wheedles another voice, and Steve and Jonathan both watch as a sandy haired boy in a letterman jacket pursues the first.

Slowly, casually, and with the air of a predator.

"Don't fight it so hard, baby!" The harassing party coos, in a smug mimic of Danny Zuko.

"Do not call me that." Munson's wolf--Steve can't recall his name but he thinks it starts with a G-- whirls around.

The guy seems to be made of both fury and anxiety, backing away even as he spits and snarls--though his actual emotions are hard to get a read on given he's drenched himself in scent-neutralizing cologne.

(Steve almost sneezes when he scents it, but manages to keep himself together.)

The Hellfire kid's putting up a fight, but its clear from the way he holds himself that he’s a more submissive wolf--and a bad match to the dominate one chasing him.

Jonathan tosses a glance at Steve.

"I'll call you whatever I like." His pursuer tells him, a smile unfurling on his face. "Especially after I make you my bitch."

Steve shoves off the car the same time Jonathan does, but he ends up being the first to the scene, surging forward to step in-between the two.

Hardened battle buddy he is, Jonathan takes this as his cue to fall in behind him, sticking near Munson's wolf.

"Andy." Steve identifies, voice cold. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Harrington?" Andy replies, thrown off his target and showing it. "What are you doing here?"

"Putting you in your place, apparently."

Andy's head snaps back, eyes narrowing in mounting rage.

"Excuse me?"

Steve cocks his hip, hands on his hips.

"Not until you swear off hunting down submissive wolves, you fucking walnut."

"That isn't what this is, Harrington. Mind your business."

He makes to go around Steve, and finds the older wolf won't let him.

"I told you to back off." And the voice Steve speaks with then, is different.

Weighted.

Steve's wolf is the dominant party here, and he's making Andy feel it.

Andy growls at him, an inhuman sound, eyes darting from Steve, to Jonathan and back.

He's outgunned and he knows it.

Tension grips them all as Andy meets Steve's eyes in challenge, before clearly thinking better of it.

He drops his head, stepping back.

"Fine. But I'm not giving up, Grace. We're doing this, sooner or later."

"My name is Gareth." Munson’s wolf snaps, and Steve knows Jonathan will hold him back if he tries to escalate things,

Submissive has never meant unable to fight, after all.

Steve keeps an eye on Andy as he retreats another step, and it's all too clear he wants a parting shot.

"Now we both know that's not true." He says, and Gareth hisses like a kettle, fury emitting off him in choked waves.

Steve clears his throat in warning--he's done playing here, and no matter how much he hates fighting, his wolf has no such qualms.

Andy's eyes dart to him once more, before he whirls around on a heel and storms back through the school doors.

Right in time to plow through the rest of Hellfire.

"Get out of my way, freaks." Andy spits, shoving his way through.

Will yelps in surprise, caught off guard and off balance, falling back into the lockers with a crash.

His head smashes against metal and he slumps for a moment, stunned.

Mike and Dustin both turn to shout at Andy, Lucas slotting himself to Will's side and trying to get a look at his head.

Behind Steve, Jonathan's eyes go dark.

Munson and Gareth both choke as power floods the parking lot, bloodlust pouring off the elder Byers in waves.

He knifes forward, past Steve, hands blurring in a slurry of shifting muscles and bone until his fingers elongate into sharp, wicked claws.

It's a controlled change, a feat very few can accomplish--and a deadly one, given Jonathan's reacting out of instinct than anything else.

"Jon." Steve calls, power ringing out from his voice.

(Can see, from the corner of his eye how even Munson, the second most dominant wolf present, flinches from it in surprise.

Steve isn't. He might be a trash fighter, too worried about preventing injuries to inflict them, but his wolf doesn't share the same sentiments.

It's not a disconnect. Rather, it's an agreement he has, with his wolf half, and it serves them very well.)

Jonathan freezes, and it's immediately clear by how tense his muscles are that he's not doing it on his own.

That Steve's using his position in the Pack to hold him, magic and Pack bonds pulsing between the two.

"Steve." Jonathan warns, all too calmly.

Steve's wolf doesn't rise to the challenge. Doesn't consider it a challenge, even if most wolves would.

Amber pours into Steve's pupils, the mark of the two halves of a werewolf blending themselves together.

Just as Jonathan did.

"Check on the kids." Steve and his wolf say together.

Jonathan's face twist in a snarl as his body shudders under the command.

"Fine." He says after a beat, and Steve's Pack magic releases its hold.

Jonathan's hands twist again, bloodlust fading from his scent, frantic energy draining from the air like a hole punched into an inflatable pool.

"I'm fine." Will calls out to him, and Steve eases himself back into his own natural state, the threat of Jonathan murdering Andy neutralized.

He turns to check back in on Gareth, and finds the younger wolf has pressed his face hard into Munson's shoulder.

"He okay?" Steve asks.

It's redundant because of course Gareth’s not okay--but that's not the question he's really asking.

What he's asking, is if Eddie has Gareth.

Steve has never quite been sure of Munson’s pack status--he knows some clubs and friendships are closer than others, and many can act similar to how Steve’s own capital P Pack does.

Knows through the kids that Munson runs his group more similar to a proper pack than your normal little high school friend group.

That does not mean Gareth will get the care he needs right now, hunted down like he had been.

"Yeah." Eddie says, understanding relayed in a nod. He turns his gaze to the right of Steve's face, the polite thing to do when two dominant wolves to interact. "Harrington, we need to talk."

It's in a tone that'd normally have Steve's hackles up, but given what's happened, Steve soothes down his wolf.

Follows when Eddie gently pulls away from Gareth, handing him over to a teen Steve is pretty sure is named Jeff before edging Steve away from the crowd.

"Can you tell me what Andy said to him?" Munson asks, and his tone is odd.

Off slightly, like he's trying hard to be extra careful.

Steve chooses not to read into it.

"He called him names. Bitch and baby. Said Gareth shouldn't fight him so hard."

Eddie stares at him then, eyes burning into Steve's own, and Steve's wolf itches under his skin at the audacity of it.

"Anything else?" Eddie demands.

"He said he wasn't hunting, that it wasn't what it was."

Munson frowns. "No, did he call Gareth anything else?"

Steve's dropped the polite urge to keep his eyes averted, now staring dead into Munson's eyes, unable to ignore the direct challenge offered in it.

"He called him Grace, but I figured that was just another insult."

Steve’s voice is clipped. He’s not eager for a fight, particularly not against the guy the kids won’t shut up about, but his wolf is already closer to the surface than it usually is.

Munson stares at him for a moment longer.

"Think you and Johnny boy over there can keep that last bit to yourselves?"

It's too much like a command, a threat of force in Eddie's voice that's backed by hints of his own wolf shoving forward.

The Steve of old would have been downright violent when faced with that.

The Steve of now, the one who'd gone three rounds with the Upside Down; who sat drugged out of his mind in a bathroom while Robin confessed to liking Tammy Thompson and then looked at him like he might kill her for it, keeps himself in place as he looks Munson over.

He’s not imaging it, there is a challenge there--but Steve pauses to think about what he’s being challenged over before he responds.

How Munson isn't so much focused on Andy, as he is on the name he'd called Gareth.

His eyes flick over to find the younger wolf staring right at them.

The guy’s arms are wrapped tightly around the middle, a poorly hidden tremble rolling through his body.

Steve hadn't taken Andy's words at face value but Eddie’s request reframed things in his head, and he’s silent as he works out why, exactly Gareth's name matters so much.

No wonder the kid had drowned himself in that awful, scent neutralizing cologne.

"Yeah. I'll make that happen." Steve agrees, his words heavy with promise.

"Thanks." Eddie inclines his head.

#werewolf au #tw dead naming #transmasc Gareth #eddie munson #steven harrington #protective steve harrington #protective jonathan byers #thems their kids how very dare you #0o0 fanfics #tw warning in that Andy is very clearly pursuing Gary here for bad intentions and while I dont think it comes through as much its that #thing where a guy has something over you and is using threat of force to get it--the threat here being that he'd out Gareth as trans #and generally doesnt see gareth AS trans #oh yeah #protective eddie munson #lol #homie sees Steve fucking pull Jonathan out of a berserker rage with four words and still squares up

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cult-of-dollbabies · 5 days

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Three sniffer modes.

#those who are new this is part of a werewolf au so. he be smellin #hot on the trail #abomination #last one was inspired by silvers comment. which i went insane over unironically for some reason #its cause I need him to be fucked up by nature #andy barclay #kyle

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kaoarika · 5 months

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Ohh, I also recently got this acryllic stand featuring this Fairy Tale (Red Riding Hood and the Wolf) version of Undead Unluck's Andy and Izumo Fuuko!

This is actually from a Weekly Shonen Jump blindbag acryllic stands collection that featured the cover illustrations from Weekly Shonen Jump 21-22 (2021), which was released... last year, I think? This collection is based on, you guessed it, fairy tales. You had, for example, Luffy dressed as Aladdin, Roboco as Snow White, etc, etc. These were also released in "mini" variants, but I suppose those were lottery or subscriptions related...? And are much smaller than these.

ANYWAY, I basically fell in love with this one. Especially since these are the same outfits or versions of Andy and Fuuko that were featured in Ch 39's color cover (which, instead, happens to be one of my fave color covers of the series so far...) and MAN, do I love a nice werewolf design (and it fits Andy SO WELL, I CAN'T-) And Fuuko as Red Riding Hood is nice.

That being said, GOSH, I WISH there were WSJ-related stuff like these AGES ago! There's neat older thematic cover illustrations variants from WSJ featuring their older series and I feel they would have looked SO cool in physical merch like this? Especially when I am more familiar with some of their older series that have finished in the past few years :').

Here it is with my other couple of acryllic stands of Mage (I wish he had more meat on his bones, but this was from those CG profiles from the Dandevi PSVita game) and MeiRitsu (this one actually featuring art by @/kuroztonbi)

#undead unluck #yoshifumi tozuka #weekly shonen jump #my collections #my recent purchasing hauls #Clothey is also here and I... simply love they are eating Fuuko's hood lmao #the concept of a version of Andy that is a werewolf is *eyes emoji*#werewolf #werewolves

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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 6 months

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I finally managed to take some time to make a few Spooky Season moodboards for Klaue!

Werewolf!Klaue

Demon/Hades!Klaue

Hades & Persephone

#ulysses klaue #klaue #the blorbo from my show #my beloved #werewolf #demons #hades #hades and persephone #spooky season #halloween aesthetic #moodboards #made by moi #my edits #andy serkis

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incorrectdwpquotes · 7 months

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Andy: Hey, thanks for fetching me the-

Werewolf!Serena: Really? Fetching?

Andy: Oh my gosh. I am so sorry.

Werewolf!Serena: I’m just messing with you.

#the devil wears prada #incorrect quotes #incorrect dwp quotes #andy sachs #serena (dwp)#werewolf!serena #source: original

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Can we see more of this?

The ring feels heavy on your left hand as it sits in its placement on your finger. The band is platinum and expensive, it pairs well with the heady emerald cut stone that’s encased with finite diamonds that cushion the shape.

It intrinsically feels lofty and weighty, and Andy had told you that the process of having rings was usually a physical claim on humans but hadn’t always carried through with creatures like them. They hadn’t always relied on the kinds of ring that humans had to carry the significance of a relationship.

For them, it was rooted in mating marks and the choker necklaces that protected the marks from the outside world. When the time was right, Andy stated, you would bear your own mating claim and he would give you a choker collar to protect it. It was engrained in their very being, the bites and the necklaces, and you had remained unaware of how many people around you had been mated that way.

Until Andy had told you, and then you saw it everywhere you turned.

Men and women wearing the choker collars that marked them, men and women bearing the bites that intertwined their souls.

“Do you like the ring? I can get you something different?” Andy had moved quickly to secure your safety away from his bastard son and his wretched ex-wife.

Jacob had shown up to your place once, only once, since Andy had taken over the bond from his son. You had called Andy, fearfully explaining what his son had done, and Andy had promised he would handle it.

You just didn’t know that when andy said he’d handle it he meant by physically throttling his son. Andy had been a protective beast, he had responded with a violent threat that if Jacob ever came near you or threatened you again to the point of you being scared, Jacob would pay dearly.

Jacob showed up once. Andy had taken you home that night and you’d never returned to your apartment again.

Instead, you settled in with Andy. Rather than being alone, he gave you his ring and lavished you.

He took a vow to treat you as a husband should and although he was older with greying and silvering hair, he was the best man you’d ever met.

#Silverfox!Andy Barber #Silverfox!andy Barber x reader #Silverfox!werewolf!Andy Barber x reader #silverfox!andy barber x pregnant!reader #pregnant!reader

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lucindaspartnerrealandtrue · 11 months

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Ok. Ok, so. Originally, I wanted to talk about my rewrite SKs, but this morning, I woke up with my mind at Gene. And not mys Gene. Mcd Gene. So ehm. I have a dilemma about smh that idk if I should add to my rewrite.

(If you don't want to read basically the recap scroll until you see pink)

ALSO PLEASE DONT GET THIS WRONG- THIS ISNT A SHIP POST- ITS PLATONIC-

Basically, my rewrite for mcd will be mcd intertwined with rebirth.

Sooo ye, Aph and Gene meet in Bright Port as she looks for that herb (moon flower???? I'm so sorry but the name escaped my mind at the moment.) for Brendan and Gene is trying to get to the werewolf tribe for the nether portal, I believe. And they meet. Aphmau goes face first into his chest(which tbh ouch, bcs. armour.) and he, very kindly, shoos her away because he doesn't have time for her bs.

She follows him around for a bit, yelling about needing help for her friend and how she needs that herb. He finally turns to face her, and oh. She's the same girl from Phoenix Drop. The one that Vylad was watching. The one with the weird markings. Now, that's interesting. Enough to make him go off the tracks with his mission. As they get into that little argument about her wanting to take the herb to Brendan but Gene not really wanting to give it to her, as its the only one that he has left. She offers to help him, blah blah then Aph promises him that she'll bring him to the werewolf tribe for this. But again, she wants to get the herb first and give it to Brendan but Gene doesn't trust her--- and Paul appears.

Tbh things go like in rebirth for most of the part, with some small changes that I won't mention in this post.

Now, things go off the rails after Aphmau goes to save the werewolf pup and the Lord of Bright Port. Because Gene follows along with. Not good intentions. Aphmau gets ambushed by Shadow Knights, at some point one of them coming forward to attack her(it was Gene) and she kind of hits him hard enough to let him a bit bruised. Which surprises him, as he, in the time he was with her, she seemed helpless, falling in holes. Tripping because of her own legs. And now she hits him so hard that he fell.

Whatever, she ends up fainting exactly when they get to the portal, and before Burt could do anything about it, Gene comes forward and gets her, all four of them leaving the nether. Now, Gene's alibi is that he """"went in after her"""""", which was also proved by the werewolves as they did see him go in later, after she went. So. Lovely.

Aphmau wakes up, the tribe is....low-key destroyed. And now she makes it her mission to find the ones who did this. Because she has a hero complex apparently.

Anyway, before she can do that she stays a bit there as she is kind of hurt. Because. Well. Ye. And Gene remains there. Because well. He kind of failed his mission, I mean, he did open the portal and all...but. eh. Idk, honestly this part is a bit blurry in my head too so like, I'll come back with a more clear reason, but he remained for some reason. With his mood more down than usual as he is going to die twice. They bring Burt to Bright Port and now there comes my dilemma.

I have a very rough idea in my head. These two going to an adventure of sorts for a few days, so they'll actually be low-key friends, so when Aph slowly starts relaizing that Dante's brother and 'her' Gene are the same, that the man who tortured Laurance is the same as the man who she befriended and who helped her. And it hurts. When they eventually meet in s3 it hurts. Ye. So originally it starts as a Aphmau trying to find the ones who destroyed the werewolf tribe and Gene follows along as a 'trying to stop her from doing that' and because he lowkey looked at it as a holiday of sorts before going back to O'Kasis to report. But it turns into a 'Aph exploring the world as she was technically born like 2 months ago'. And Gene being like 'girlie wdym you don't know what a bear is??? wdym you never saw a crow before??? WDYM YOU DONT KNOW WHAT *INSERT TYPE OF FOOD* IS?!?! aren't you like what- 19?-20???'

At some point Gene gets like scratched or smh and Aphmau decides to like. Help him and by exercising her magic by healing him. And he freaks out because why tf is trying to touch his face randomly. He doesn't like it. And than she of course, gets her way and does manage to heal him and he freaks out even more because she starts shining for fucks sake.

They don't talk about how he freaked out.

At some point they spare together and she wins. Not all rounds, but she does. And that also freaks him out.

The ending of this adventure is either like. Gene stealing finding a boat and bringing her to Phoenix Drop himself.

Or perhaps ending up in Meteli and having even more ginger haired Laurance content....? And Eventually they bid their goodbyes there, and Laurance brings her to Phoenix Drop.

Btw everyone in Phoenix Drop freaked out this whole time. Especially Garroth as he also knew that Paul left her with random man. Ik, Lovely. Why didn't he do smh about it? Paul tries his best to keep him calm because Aphmau can handle herself.

Feel free to ask questions ^^

(I'll come back to edit my mistakes later btw)

#aphmau #aphblr #minecraft diaries #aphverse #mcd #aphmau mcd #gene mcd #shadow knights #andi's mcd rewrite🏴#andi's random rants #garroth ro'meave #laurance zvahl #(they were mentioned + burt & the werewolf tibe)#minecraft diaries rewrite #aphmau minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries rebirth

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hazardworld · 1 year

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It’s season finale time!!! This is a doozy, guys.

Content warnings: The same Jason dickery covered in Part 5, plus what Andy does to Erica in S4 is more than just mentioned.

Stick around as I figure out where to go from here!

WB: 1.2.3

Season 1: P1.P2.P3.P4.P5.P6.P7.P8

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Darkness.

Darkness consumed him.

Thick oozing liquid through his scales.

A voice in the distance, calling his name.

Commanding him.

Shock went through him as he split in two…

and two…

For once, he’d follow willingly.

After all, they had a common goal.

———

“I am so confused!” Max groaned, draping herself over a chair. “This is going completely nowhere!”

“I hate to say it, but Max has a point,” Eddie commented, “we’ve been consistently circling back to the same points over and over again. What is it gonna take to try and make this a path instead?"

"I hate to say it, but Steve needs to leave the kitchen," Erica sighed. "As much as I desperately want whatever he’s making right now, I also want to know what this damn book means," She gestured to Jason’s red magic book at the center of the table.

Nancy sighed, looking towards the kitchen as her face settled on her fist.

"STEVE," Dustin yelled, clearly exasperated, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE,"

"Practicing Erica’s birthday cake!" Steve responded, "She’s here, and I didn’t think I was all that important since you guys were figuring stuff out on your own, so I thought I’d just check things off my list!"

"Steve, you are literally the most important person here!" Nancy called, shaking her head. "How much time do you have left on that timer?"

“…like 10 minutes? I just changed the rack,”

“Get out here, you idiot!” Erica chided, “My birthday is in like 11 days! It’s not even Bastille Day yet!”

“Oh my god Erica, enough about your fucking birthday,” Dustin groaned as he complained. Erica had been mentioning her birthday ever since school ended, and it had been pissing him off ever since.

“Dustin, we both know you’re exactly the same come November,” Will smiled, raising an eyebrow, and Dustin flipped him off.

Will wasn’t…entirely wrong.

He got excited, okay??

“Yeah Dustin, maybe I won’t invite you to my summer Barbie beach extravaganza,”

“Wait, Dustin, you actually like Barbies?” Max grinned, eyes passioned like wildfire. Immediately, Dustin felt his ears flatten and his cheeks grow bright red in embarrassment.

“It’s not lame…” Dustin muttered, frustrated, though the words only fell to Erica and Max’s ears.

Dustin thought Barbies were cool, okay? When he was little he got a lot of his parents’ old toys, which included his Ma’s old Barbies. Usually, he’d make up they were his older teenage sisters, and dress them up in late 70s fashions as if they were the 'coolest popular kids at school' and were super intimidating and made him popular by proxy. Now he had Steve for that, but he still liked keeping some of them around as experiment models, or to talk through science stuff to, or in the rare times he sewed, to prototype what he was thinking.

"I never said that," Max smiled, "I just didn’t expect it, is all. Barbies are a girl’s toy,"

"Gender is a social construct, kid," Argyle grinned, "Take me for example. I look like a guy, cause this is just how I naturally exist. Just because I look like a guy doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a girl," Argyle shifted to resemble the form of a girl, "Or even something in between," Argyle shifted in between the two, then back to his natural form.

"Here here!" Eddie cheered loudly, before awkwardly quieting when he realized it wasn’t the time.

"What are we cheering about?" Steve sauntered into the dining room, wiping his hands on a washcloth, grinning. He was wearing his baking apron, and to Dustins glee, had kept his half form the entire time. Steve had said he wouldn’t show it in public quite yet as to not jeopardize the party, but it was reliving to see him taking care of himself regardless.

"Nothing, don’t worry about it," Eddie waved it off, and the table made eye contact agreeing to just move on.

"Steve, we need you to open this book Max found," Nancy pushed the red book towards him as Steve took his seat.

"Max, is this…?" Steve looked at her in bewilderment, but she nodded.

"I think it’s Jason’s, I found it in his bedroom—OH! Eddie, I have something for you after," Eddie grinned and nodded as Steve looked over the book.

"Guys, I can’t open this," Steve pursed his lips. "If Jason was descended from Melusine I could use his direct ancestor’s magic since my lineage connects higher, but he’s from the youngest sibling. I’d need the Great Father or Great Mother’s magic to unlock it, and both of those are under lock and key in Atlantie,"

Well fuck.

Wait…

Dustin leaned over to his stack of books as the table discussed further options above him. There was that one book Will found that was extremely useful, and didn’t it go further into the idea of siren sibling magic?

Eventually, Dustin found the purple leather-bound book in the stack, and flipped around until he found the page he was looking for.

'A Siren’s magic could be placed in 4 separate Houses:

The House of Theliore is the magic of water. Calm, cool, and mature, this magic is in the heart of Atlantie. It can be found in the hearts of most underwater sirens, though every siren, no matter their House, is always connected to it. Sirens in the House of Theliore are typically creative, bubbly, and more emotional than other sirens.

The House of Melusine is the magic of air. Witty, spirited, and impulsive, this magic represents the thinkers of Atlantie. Typically found on land, Sirens in the House of Melusine are typically more thoughtful than other sirens, though they can also be somewhat too-faced to those they don’t care about.

The House of Cerina is the magic of earth. Controlled, stable, and strong, this magic represents the doers of Atlantie. These sirens can be found anywhere, though most still reside underwater. Most sirens in the House of Cerina are grounded and less objective, though this can lead them to being seen as less unkind as other sirens.

The House of Gerane is the magic of fire. Active, vivacious, and energized, this magic represents the spirit of Atlantie. Sirens in the House of Gerane are typically driven more by their heart, leading them to sometimes make brash decisions. They’re rarely found underwater, and are the rarest type of siren due to the clash between their House and their nature.’

"So, this isn’t just a magic submission potion," Unfortunately for Dustin, he’d been reading so long the table had moved on, and Eddie was now analyzing some sort of small potion bottle, "This is a general submission potion."

Instantly, Max’s eyes went wide.

"He said 'no one wanted to get fucked at parties anymore,' in reference to it." She whispered, horrified.

"Eddie, how strong is it," Nancy asked, blue eyes starting to glow just slightly in her anger; the little tell-tale of Valkyrie in her veins.

"I don’t know, Nancy, gimme a second!"

Dustin looked to Steve, who was following the conversation with a frown and a furrowed brow. He gave him a little tap on the thigh, and the older teen looked to him.

In all honesty, Dustin wasn’t the best at following nuance. Upside Down coding was one thing since he knew what all the codes meant, but something like this, where everyone at the table was talking around the blunt truth? Absolute shit.

Luckily, where Dustin lacked in people skills, Steve usually could fill in.

"Dust," Steve leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Jason was using the potion to make people submissive and weak at parties, like a roofie, and then—"

"OH"

Steve nodded once before leaning back to his seat.

Dustin despised Jason Carver.

"Do you know who made it?" Erica asked, and Max pointed at her as if to validate her point. "Because whoever made it—"

"Had to have known what he was using them for, I know," Eddie murmured, turning the bottle over in his hands in contemplation.

"If they were smart, they didn’t sign anything on the bottle," Will countered. "Is there any magic surrounding the bottle?"

Eddie nodded once. "Yeah, all potions have magic around the seal,"

"We could get El to analyze it if you can’t find anything," Will proposed. "She can tell us what the magic looks like, and we can find them from there probably,"

Suddenly, Dustin caught a whiff of something unfamiliar, something sour…

It came from out front.

"Actually, this one wasn’t smart!" Eddie grinned, looking up from the bottle. "On the bottom there’s a little—"

"Dustin, man, are you okay?" It was Argyle that keyed into Dustin’s manic sniffing, "You’re sniffing up a storm, there."

The scent was vaguely recognizable, something he knew he’d smelled before.

There were hints of something similar to Lucas, though it didn’t carry any of the notes of lavender and Lucas’ woody cologne, just the sweat…

The sweat which was far stronger after basketball rehearsals.

Oh fuck.

"The basketball team is outside," He blurted out.

There was a deafening silence before all hell broke loose.

"GET THE BOOKS OUT" (Dustin)

"GET EVERYTHING OFF THE TABLE" (Nancy)

"I CAN’T CARRY EVERYTHING, SOMEONE FUCKING HELP!" (Erica)

"I NEED TO HIDE" (Eddie)

"WHY ARE THEY AT MY HOUSE" (Steve)

"EDDIE NEEDS TO HIDE" (Will)

"WHY ARE WE YELLING THEY CAN PROBABLY HEAR US" (Max)

It was Argyle who calmly walked to the front door and waited for the inevitable knock and call of Andy.

Yet again, everyone froze in anticipation.

"Hey there, can I help you young gentlemen?"

"Where’s Steve?" Andy. Dustin heard their feet move into the main entrance, and Argyle shut the door. He felt himself constrict in anger, and Max put a hand in front of his now-bared teeth in case he started to growl.

"Why?" Argyle asked, “Is everything okay with him?”

Silently, Dustin watched Steve sigh and calmly shift himself back to his human form.

Damn, it was fun while it lasted.

Steve beckoned for the group to follow him, and slowly, they all walked out.

"Hey!" Steve gave his publicity smile and a wave. "Can I help you guys?"

"Mind if we take a look around?" Andy asked, smirking as if he had an upper hand. "We have reason to believe you’re plotting against Jason."

"Sorry, but I know my rights." Steve tilted his head in fake sympathy. "You’re not the police, and even they can’t search my parents’ home without a warrant. Besides, all you’ll find is the makings of a birthday cake tasting session," Erica smirked and nodded, puffing her chest out slightly.

"With Eddie Munson here?" One of the team members asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Dammit, Steve, I told you I needed to hide!" Dustin could feel the anxiety reeking off of Eddie from every angle. The man couldn’t stop fidgeting to save his life, currently!

"Andy, isn’t that the kid that was so easy to stop this spring?" A werewolf from the group said, cracking his knuckles.

Wait, was that how Erica broke her arm in the Hellkins 4?

Erica bared her teeth and Dustin did the same.

This was his pack, dammit.

Dustin was snapped out of his anger as a phantom breeze went across his skin.

Weird.

"What?" Steve’s faux enthusiasm broke, and Eddie looked at him with wide eyes.

"I wonder how easy it would be," The wolf stepped forward, towards Erica. Dustin tried to block her with his arm, but the older wolf easily pushed him to the floor.

Another phantom breeze, stronger this time.

"To pick you up," The wolf picked Erica up. "And throw you down just like my witch friend," He pointed to Andy, who smirked.

Erica didn’t hit the ground.

Instead, she started to glow dandelion yellow.

Soon, everyone in the Party did, and the winds Dustin had been feeling started whipping around in the same color.

So were Steve’s eyes.

His half-form was back, thankfully, but this time Dustin was legitimately frightened.

Steve was right, sirens were fucking scary.

Subtly, Dustin could hear a song playing in the background, sad and melancholy.

The basketball team were hovering high in the air, their hair and jackets whipping around them.

(Why weren’t the Party’s hair whipping around, too?)

Dustin didn’t look when he heard the thumps of the team’s bodies hitting the mansion walls at full force.

Steve’s trance was broken when something beeped.

"Oh shit, my cake!"

Instantly, Dustin shot up, and with the rest of the party, watched Steve calmly take out the prototype cake as if nothing strange had ever happened. Soon, Steve made eye contact with the group.

"Guys, is everything okay? You’re all looking at me like I’m doing something weird…"

Well yeah, no shit. Erica had almost gotten thrown and Steve lost his shit, were they not going to be looking at him like a crazy person?

"Steve…" Nancy pleaded, and Steve sighed. He wiped off his hands and walked towards the group.

"What? What could have possibly gone wrong that…" Steve’s eyes widened when he saw his main room, and the hopefully unconscious bodies along its walls.

"Eddie, Argyle, get the kids and go." Steve said sternly and all too quickly, and Dustin froze. "Nance, stay here. I’ll need you whether or not they wake up."

Dustin wasn’t leaving.

"What, Steve—" Eddie protested, but Steve put a hand on his shoulder, shutting him up.

"Eddie, I need you to take the kids to the Byers’; that’s where everyone else is. Fill them in. I’ll tell you when to come back. Keep them safe for me; I trust you."

Will and Dustin made eye contact.

OH.

HOLY SHIT.

GO STEVE, APPARENTLY??

"O-Ok. C’mon kids," Eddie and Argyle made for the door, and the rest of the younger party followed.

"Dustin, c’mon!" Max beckoned for Dustin, but he shook his head.

"Dustin, go," Steve said, stern. Dustin’s head throbbed—was Steve using sirenspeak on him?—but he was too stubborn and too pack bonded to care.

"Fuck no. You die, I die Steve," He gave a nod to Erica; she understood the reference. "I’m not leaving you here, and you can’t convince me to leave."

Steve looked him once over, and sighed.

"Go to John’s, guys." Steve nodded to Eddie and Argyle, and they nodded back.

The door shut behind them.

"You’ll be safe there,"

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Season 2!

The fact that some people think Dustin is homophobic when he canonically enjoys cartoons for little girls for their plotline value. That one saw gender and said ‘fuck that’ and ran. Anyway it just so happens my fan birthday for Erica is the Barbie movie release.

Edit: I realize I said ‘basketball rehearsals’ and currently hate my cringey theater kid self. That being said this is Dustin’s pov and he canonically is also a cringey theater kid so it stays.

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andi-o-geyser · 1 year

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#ylfa youre gonna make me cry #this little werewolf girl is breaking my heart #ylfa snorgelsson #little red riding hood #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #neverafter liveblog #emily axford #d20 #dimension 20 #andis thought geyser

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paperweight91 · 10 days

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We’re All Monsters Masterlist

A werewolf AU that ties into @krirebr’s wonderful Vampire AU. See her masterlist here! And our announcement post here!

My take on werewolves is heavily influenced by the show Supernatural, so all of the lore will be taken from that show!

Andy Barber x Runner

I See Trouble on the Way - intro for Andy and Runner

Ari Levinson x Queenie

coming soon!

Frank Adler & Pete Brenner x Dove

Mouth is Alive, All Running Inside - intro for Frank, Pete and Dove

Johnny Storm x Cutter

The Heat of the Moment, Showed in Your Eyes - intro for Johnny and Cutter

Lloyd Hansen x Snipe/Spitfire

Demolition Woman, Can I be Your Man - intro for Spitfire and Lloyd

#we’re all monsters #masterlist #andy barber #lloyd hansen #johnny storm #pete brenner #frank adler #ari levinson #werewolf au

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I'm having to rewrite a smut scene in vampire Johnny to better match the vibe of what's going on in the rest of the scene, so here is the cut snippet for those interested:

Because this bed is where Andy and I fucked. It's where we slept. It's where we hid out when the world was too much for us. The last time I saw him had been in this room. Steven's scent, his presence, all felt so out of place. Like a phantom in a faded old photograph.

“Steven -” I murmured, shutting my eyes. “I…I need to change the sheets first. If that's alright.”

Steven gave me a perplexed look then silently rolled himself off of me. I hurried out of the room and went to get fresh linens out of the closet down the hall. Once the sheets were changed, I took them down to the kitchen and put them in the wash so I'd not be bothered by the scent of them anymore. Though a part of me wanted to rip them right back out and keep them safely stowed away in my tomb.

I headed back up to Andy's room and found Steven sprawled on the bed with his hand on his stomach. His face was flushed, and his cock was straining up through his jeans, so I knew he'd been touching himself. Though I wasn't particularly surprised. He'd been randy since I woke up.

I sat myself on top of him and playfully wriggled my arse down until he started to moan. “Yeah? You need it? You need me to touch you?”

Steven let out a desperate sound, and I suddenly realised he was about to come. I wasn't sure how I knew that, exactly, but I figured it was something to do with the binding ritual. Arousal was as intense an emotion as fear was, after all.

I lifted myself up so he could breathe then started tugging my shirt off. The buttons kept slipping from my fingers so I yanked it over my head and onto the floor along with my undershirt. I rolled over onto my back to get my jeans off, but Steven pinned me and began to kiss along my shoulder. I wrapped my legs around him with a loud moan then tilted my head to the side so he could have better access to my neck.

The two small scars there, from where I was turned, were especially sensitive, and when Steven sank his teeth into them, I felt my eyes roll back. My cock let out a sudden jet of precome, and I frantically twisted myself up against him for more.

“Fuck -” A loud buzzing started up in my ears when he did it again, and I blindly tore at my jeans until they were out of the way. I tried to get a hand around my cock, but Steven knocked it away. “I gotta - I gotta come.”

Steven gave me a knowing look as he slid down between my thighs. He pressed his tongue right against my slit, and I couldn’t push him away. I couldn't do anything. My neck was burning. My stomach was tight. I was so fuckin’ close -

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck!”

Steven wrapped his mouth around me as I began to come, and in no time at all he started to go lax and loose. I shakily wiped up the mess dripping from his lips and sighed.

“I told you not to do that, didn't I?” I rumbled, my body still trembling. My cock hadn't gone soft yet, either, and I gave it a few slow pulls just to tease myself. “Just look at the state you're in.”

#Vampire johnny #I might come back and repurpose some of this but I'm trying to like #Preserve the giant chunks of writing I keep having to delete cause I change my mind every 30 seconds #I'm trying to better bridge werewolf Andys like #Disappearance to this particular smut scene since they're fucking in Andys old bed #But this isn't the way I want to go about it so I'm gonna try something else #And if I do end up using this well hey free preview #I do really desperately want to put all my half finished stuff on a03 #I just don't know a good way to do it #Or like my first drafts or my wips i might come back to #There's just so much shit in my google docs you guys #So much #Oh and if you're wondering #Johnnys come is an aphrodisiac #Because I say so

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