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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Forever is the Sweetest Con~Cowboy Like Me steddie au (cw// Jason Carver is homophobic)

Eddie Munson thinks "con-artist" is such an ugly term for what he does (though he will admit there is quite a bit of artistry to doing it well). It's just, the idea that the truly, horrendously rich don't deserve to be swindled from time to time is fundamentally incorrect. Eddie studies the wealthy, carefully gathering tales of who they use, exploit, destroy all in the name of money, and he's made a life of taking them down a peg. He knows how to find the worst of them; how to woo them, seduce them; and take just enough to get away with it.

Like he said, it's an art.

He blows into town after reading the obituary for one Christopher Stephen Harrington IV, husband of Miriam and father of Stephen. He doesn't need to research the family to know that Miriam will be an easy target. Most widows of men like Christopher Stephen Harrington IV are after being locked into loveless marriages for the majority of their adulthood. They're looking for someone to pay them attention, sweep them off their feet. Eddie loves being that someone.

Eddie's first mistake is thinking that there will be anything easy about Miriam Harrington and the second is not taking into account her son. Eddie's only been in town for a few days when Stephen, Steve, shows up, and he is a revelation.

Steve is

Beautiful. Stupid. Throws money around like it's nothing, like he's begging to lose it. Fucks everything that moves.

It's not even a decision, not really, for Eddie to change his mark. Everything about the other man screams that he's desperate for love, for some kind of validation, and Eddie knows just how to give it to him.

It's not hard, seducing Steve Harrington. It barely takes a week before Steve gets Eddie alone in the formal dining room of the Harrington estate.

"There a reason you keep watching me?" Steve asks. He steps easily into Eddie's space, hazel eyes darkening to golden honey as the distance between them closes.

"Maybe I like what I see," Eddie answers. "Maybe I like it a lot."

Eddie leans down making his intent clear by letting his gaze drift from Steve's eyes to his mouth. He ignores the rapid beating of his own heart, the butterflies in his stomach, as he brings his mouth to the other man's. This means nothing, like every other seduction. Steve is a mark and nothing more.

Right before their lips meet, Steve's breath hitting his face and making his head swim with want, a strong hand grips his chin, the blunt edge of fingernails digging into his skin.

"You think I don't know what you're doing here, Eddie Munson?" Steve asks.

"Wha--"Eddie blinks, the words not making a ton of sense when his entire body is focused on kissing the beautiful man before him; takes him too long to realize that Steve's called him by his legal name.

He wrenches himself out of the man's grasp. "Who are you?" Eddie demands. "FBI?"

The look Steve shoots him is devoid of the dim party boy lethargy Eddie's become used to. It's calculating, quick, perceives way too much. It's also packed with sneering disdain. "Of course I'm not. I'm here for the same reason you are."

Eddie scoffs. "That seems unlikely."

"You know nothing about me, Munson. Just stay away from me and my mother and we'll be fine."

"Just your mother? You don't care about protecting any of your friends?"

"You heard me. Everyone else is fair game."

Eddie's head is too scrambled to protest, and his heart--his fickle, too-easily-swayed heart--throbs with longing.

"Fine," he manages. He flees the room, already refortifying the walls he's spent most of his life building.

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At 16, Steve Harrington was everything Eddie expected; spoiled, vapid, cruel, lazy, his entire life handed to him on a silver platter. His life of no consequences changed over night after his father found him in bed with another boy. He got thrown out, no money, no prospects, no life skills. Like so many before him, he fled to the city, but he was barely surviving. That was until he literally ran into one Robin Buckley fresh from poorly pickpocketing a finance bro. Robin took him in, taught him the ropes, and he devoted himself to making the rich pay for their sins.

It's no wonder that Steve and Eddie wind up targeting the same mark, Jason Carver. Jason is the worst of the worst. Handsome, entitled, clever only in ways that hurt, egotistical, desperate for power and prestige. Has a fiancee he treats like office furniture.

Steve uses their similarities to try to get close to Jason, but Eddie plays on his differences, on his nerdiness and confidence, hoping that Jason will find Eddie's fundamental weirdness too intoxicating to ignore.

Eddie's winning. And when he's not planning his slow seduction of Jason Carver, he's unwittingly learning more about Steve. The country club is running a summer youth program, open to the kids of all the citizens of Roane county. There's one feral group that Eddie has a soft spot for, made up of a bunch of dnd-playing nerd children, a quiet girl named El, and a fierce red-head named Max. He's surprised, one day, when he comes upon Steve and curly-headed Dustin Henderson, as Dustin explains some deep dnd lore to a bemused, but clearly attentive Steve. Next, he finds the man sitting with El and Max. El braids his hair while Max paints his nails a charming teal. Later, he sees Steve playing basketball with Lucas Sinclair, coaching him through some improvements on his form, fingernails still glinting with color.

He's so busy trying to put the pieces of Steve Harrington together, rich boy, con man, kind to children, that he doesn't recognize how dangerous Jason Carver is.

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Steve steps from the shower when there's a knock at his hotel room door. He's not expecting anyone, and that makes him nervous. He hasn't survived this long on his own without being cautious. He doesn't hesitate, though, when he sees his visitor is Jason Carver's fiancee, Christine Cunningham. They know each other, sort of, but they aren't close, and he's even more stunned by the tears streaming down her face.

"Chrissy?" He asks as he opens the door.

"Steve, you have to help. Jason's going to hurt him!"

Lead settles hard in Steve's stomach, no need to ask who the "him" is. "Where?"

"They went to Addison's Steakhouse. You know it?"

Steve nods. "I'll get him."

"Please," Chrissy begs. "I didn't think Jason would go through with it, but he kept talking about making Eddie pay, and--and--"

"I know," he says, because he does. "I'll get Eddie. He'll be okay."

When Steve slams into the private dining room of the steakhouse, Jason already has Eddie sprawled on the floor, lip split and bloody, and something inside Steve explodes. He launches himself at Jason, throwing the other man across the room.

Jason staggers. "What, you protecting this freak, Harrington? You know what he wanted with me?"

"I don't care, Carver, just get out of here."

"I heard rumors you were just like him," Jason spits, advancing on Steve.

"Seriously, man, I don't want to hurt you," he clenches his hands into fists.

Jason sneers, taking another step forward. "Like you even could. Everyone knows your dad kicked you out for being a fucking pussy."

It's all the motive Steve needs to punch him across the face with a sharp left hook. Jason collapses, clearly not having been punched anywhere near enough, and then Eddie is all Steve can see.

"Are you okay?" He drops to his knees, angling the man's jaw to get a better look at his injury.

"I was handling it, Harrington."

"Were you?" Steve asks.

Their eyes meet, linger, warmth growing in Steve's stomach.

They move in at the same time, Steve doing nothing to stop it this time, slotting their lips together with practiced slowness. Eddie's blood smears on his mouth, his chin; he gets some on his tongue and moans, pulling the other man closer, burying his hands in all that curly hair.

They fall into bed together like it's the most natural progression of things and, Steve thinks, it probably is. That moment all those weeks ago in his mom's dining room was just a prelude to this, to Eddie taking him apart so slowly, so carefully that it wrecks him, realigns his worldview, makes long dormant emotions surge to the surface so hard and fast that he's helpless to resist. By night's end, he's gone, totally enamored, heart snatched from his chest by Eddie's greedy, careful hands.

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Eddie wakes the next morning naked and in an unfamiliar room. For a second, he thinks his seduction of Jason Carver was a success, but then he feels the soft lips pressing against the back of his neck, and he remembers Steve. Steve lying under him, stars in his eyes, smiling up at Eddie; as he made the prettiest, neediest sounds; as Eddie moved inside him, as all his walls came tumbling down, as Steve Harrington ruined him for anyone else.

His mouth aches, the split in his lip still a little bloody. Without Steve around, Eddie would've noticed the danger Jason posed. Would've stopped the con before it got to the point of them being alone together, of Jason having the power to hurt him. If he hadn't been distracted, he could have avoided the very real threat of a beating.

He lurches out of the bed, away from Steve's soft touches.

"Eddie, what..." Steve starts, his voice all gentle.

"Don't," Eddie hisses.

"Don't?"

"Talk to me like we're in love." Eddie rips his hands through his hair.

"I--don't you--aren't--"

He makes the mistake of meeting Steve's eyes, see the love brimming in the golden brown.

"C'mon, Harrington. You're a great fuck and all, but it didn't mean anything."

Eddie watches as all that emotion, all those feelings are packed away, as Steve's pretty face relaxes into a careless blank.

Nausea twists at Eddie's stomach.

"Yeah, whatever," the other man says.

Eddie finds his clothes strewn across the floor, can't stand to watch Steve for another second. Needs to squash all the things rocketing around in his chest."You can't catch feelings so easy in our line of work. You should know better."

Steve snorts. "Don't waste your time worrying about me, Munson."

"Right," Eddie agrees. He stuffs his feet in his shoes. "Well, see you around, Harrington."

Steve doesn't respond and Eddie can't bear to look back.

Once in the elevator, he collapses back against the wall, driving the flat of his palms into his eyes to force away the tears that want to fall. Guys like Steve aren't for him; love isn't for him. He needs to drill that back into his head before someone gets even more hurt.

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It's the day of Miriam Harrington's mid-summer party and Eddie's skipping town. This whole endeavor was a bust. He's going home to lick his wounds (both mental and physical), and start over somewhere else. He hasn't seen Steve much since their night together, and that's just another reason to get out of dodge.

He shows up to the party, though, about two hours late. It's foolish, dangerous, but he can't leave without saying goodbye to Steve.

It's one of those black and white balls, and Eddie's in fitted black trousers and a velour suit jacket the color of fresh blood. The guys at the doors don't want to let him in, but Eddie doesn't care, just walks past them, ignoring their protests.

Big, white tents are stretched over the country club tennis courts, and the dancing is already in full swing. Eddie sticks to the edges of the ballroom floor, eyes skipping over swaying couples, searching out the only one he wants to see.

Steve is there, easily found by his chestnut hair that's swept into an artful swoop. He's dancing with Nancy Wheeler, sister of one of the feral dnd children, holding her close as they sway to the mid-tempo song. Eddie watches as the music draws to a close, as Steve smiles at Nancy with soft fondness, and his heart stutters. That's what Steve deserves, who he deserves it with, not someone like Eddie, all rough edges and layers of barbed-wire protecting his too-soft heart.

Nancy walks off, leaving Steve alone in the middle of the dance floor. Eddie is quick to take her place.

"Dance with me, Harrington?" He asks.

Steve turns and when he spots Eddie, his face does many complicated things before falling into the mask that Eddie's now too familiar with.

"Dancing is a dangerous game," Steve responds. He raises an eyebrow, carefully bland.

"I think I'll risk it." Eddie pulls Steve close and they slip together like they had that night in Steve's hotel room.

They dance and everyone else in the room falls away, until it's only them, only this, only the the stars dancing in Steve's eyes as he gazes at Eddie like Eddie's precious, special, worth something.

They're close enough to rest their foreheads together, but Eddie can't bring himself to make any move that will take Steve's eyes out of his view. The song plays, and they hold each other, and they don't speak, neither wanting to ruin the moment with words. Eddie lets a hand trace the strong contours of Steve's jaw, and he knows he's in love. Hopelessly, helplessly.

As the last note of the song swells, Eddie presses a thumb to Steve's pouty bottom lip, and he feels the rush of air as the other man gasps.

Eddie lets himself smile, just a bit, before closing the remaining distance between them, slotting his lips to Steve's in a sweet, soft kiss.

He pulls away without a word, turning and disappearing into the crowd before Steve opens his eyes.

It's for the best, Eddie tells himself as he drives away, knowing he's leaving his heart behind forever.

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olivers-cocoapuffs · 1 year

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AU where Regulus is Medusa and James is blind

#They fall in love #Wait what do I mean “Au where James is blind”#SIR HE IS BLIND #But like actual can’t see anything blind #not glasses blind #Jamie <3 #james potter #regulus black #the Marauders #slytherin skittles #dead gay wizards #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker

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violetshideout · 6 months

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Chiluc high school au is living in my head rent free

I like them being rivals to lovers but like rivals who care about each other. So like Diluc worries about things like studying and keeping up a proper image. Also since they are high school students in a modern era school pressure SUCKS. Staying up late doing schoolwork to be the best.

Childe being smart while I feel like he does study. I feel like he’d take pride in how he doesn’t study often and instead does more focus on physical classes. Like PE or some sort of sport. Yes I like Jock Childe but not the typical muscle head player. More like maybe gymnast or softball kind of jock. Does that make sense? Oh well.

So like maybe since they are young they are more playful in their rivalry. Diluc being pre-Crepus’s death is a bit more carefree. Childe being the kid who dares diluc into being even more carefree. Doing things like getting him to sneak out or ditch the classes with teachers who hate him. Diluc thinks it’s a rivalry over grades and stuff.

Childe at first thinks Diluc is pretty but a bit uptight with his grades. After all he only ever saw him studying. Then he witnessed diluc sneaking out of his house and decided he was in love. Childe taking him to his favorite hideout spots. Maybe even teaching Diluc he doesn’t need to be the best to be loved.

Realizing now this isn’t much of rivals to lovers. Uh whoops. Well I can’t really write them like that yet. But use your imagination for that part.

Older brother Kaeya trying to keep Childe away from his precious baby brother. Why? Cause Diluc is a smart and talented person. While Childe is smart and too carefree for Kaeya’s liking. Diluc however doesn’t want to be babied so he sneaks out and secretly starts dating Childe anyways.

Ooo I imagine them being pretty good at hiding their relationship until they get to college. Going to the same college then BAM all handsie and shit. In the way like they are always hold hands or hanging off one another.

Only that’s as far as it goes. No kissing or PDA like that since that’s for private spaces. Childe is fully okay with that. Haha Kaeya getting the shock of his life when he finally has to admit that Childe makes Diluc happy. Maybe they lost contact after Diluc left for college or something Dunno about that part yet. Don’t want to make ragbros angst butttt I personally imagine Kaeya just trying to keep people away from diluc thinking it was for the best. Instead it causes this sort of rift when he starts dating Childe and Kaeya didn’t approve at first or something.

High school sweethearts is just so UGH.

#they act like rivals but it’s only what diluc thinks #Childe thinks they are friends #chiluc high school au #chiluc #diluc is carefree and clueless to Childe flirting with him until he isn’t #they fall in love #genshin impact #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact modern au #childe x diluc

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midnightmarev · 1 year

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AU where human Phil lives on the outskirts of a forest. He has a nice little cottage and a large vegetable garden. He's living his best life, honestly. Far away from the battlefield.

One day, while he's walking in the forest looking for mushrooms and roots, he hears crying. More specifically, a baby crying. That's never good. So, he follows the sound, hurrying as best he can.

Soon enough, he finds the baby. There's blood spattered on the blanket it's wrapped in, but no body. Not a good sign. Phil carefully picks the child up, rocking it gently to calm it, humming softly. Someone must have left it here to protect it, that's the only reason Phil can think of, with the blood spattered on the blanket but no body in sight. They would've left the child here and gone someplace else to lead whoever was pursuing them away.

It breaks Phil's heart to think about, but he knows the world they live in. It's unforgiving, ruthless, cruel. Especially to those deemed wrong in the eyes of humanity. Because it's obvious this child got that sentence with its pink hair. Poor kid.

Phil takes the kid back to his cottage, poor thing must be hungry and tired. He bathes the kid, a boy, to get the dirt and grime of the forest off him. The kid has beautiful red eyes that shimmer in the light.

Phil washes the boy's blanket, noticing a word in another language. It shimmers and before his eyes, changes into a word Phil can read.

Techno.

The boy's name.

Phil can feel the power in the name. But honestly? Phil doesn't care. It's a baby. An innocent being. No one should hold power over him, only show him love. And Phil does just that. He doesn't care what species Techno might be because right now he's just a baby in need of a caretaker.

Little Techno gets cleaned, fed, and wrapped in warm blankets. He's soon out like a light.

Making sure Techno is completely safe, Phil heads out into the forest to look for whoever left Techno there. Look for Techno's family. It was clear, the kid was loved and cared for, if his blanket was any indication.

In the end, he finds nothing. Well, no one. He does find blood. And a bow with some scattered arrows. Someone was hunting, and the hunted was putting up a fight.

This was exactly why Phil moved out here, he get away from the violence and bloodshed. But Phil couldn't turn a blind eye to this. It was too close to his home, and a baby was involved and in danger. And it makes Phil's blood fucking boil.

He returns home well past dark. Techno is still asleep, thank the stars. Phil is exhausted and goes to bed after making sure the kid is comfortable.

The next few days go much the same; Phil takes care of Techno, makes sure he's healthy, happy, and above all, safe. Whenever he's asleep, Phil goes out to search for his family, always without luck. He visits where he found Techno multiple times a day, just in case, but he's starting to lose hope. Maybe whoever loves Techno is dead.

After a week, Phil has accepted that Techno might have no one else anymore. He's stopped going out, giving his full attention to Techno, the boy deserves the world. He's even made the kid clothes! And constructed a crib. And made toys.

On day 11, the sun is shining from a cloudless sky. Phil just finished lunch with Techno, burping him. Suddenly, everything goes dark. Phil does his best to hold Techno protectively, but as the dark surrounds them, there's no easy way to do that. Just as sudden as it appeared, the dark goes away and they're back in the middle of Phil's living room. Everything went back to normal. Well, except for one thing.

In front of him stands a pissed-off woman with dark hair that has a purple shine to it swirling around her head as if wind is playing with it. Her dark purple eyes stare daggers into Phil, and he has no doubt that she will tear him limb from limb.

She takes a step toward Phil and he takes one back, away from her, shielding Techno from her. That makes her look even angrier, however, and she takes another, this time wobbly, step. And falls to the floor.

Phil is fucking scared, but this woman is also drained of energy. She must've spent so much on whatever magic brought her here. Phil doesn't really know what to do. On one hand, she basically teleported herself into his house looking mad as all hell and is super terrifying. On the other, she needs help, that much is clear, and Phil has always been one to help others.

So, for better or for worse, he slowly puts Techno down in the little play area Phil made for him, and goes to help the woman. She, naturally, sneers at him.

"Hey, easy there, I'm not gonna hurt you, mate, just wanna help, okay?" Phil tries, extending his hands to help her up. She, thankfully, accepts, and he carefully helps her to the couch, sitting her down.

She breathes heavily, trying to regain some energy. Techno makes a noise and she looks up quickly. She spots the boy and goes completely silent, not even her breathing being audible. Techno also looks at her and after a few moments of silence, starts babbling happily, making grabby hands for her.

"Techno…" the woman whispers softly. "My baby…" She tries to stand up but fails. Phil makes sure she stays on the couch, looking between the boy and the woman.

"Is… are you his mother?" Phil asks gently, to which she nods, smiling softly as she looks at her son with such love. "I was out looking for you, for anyone of his family, but I only found blood and discarded weapons. I'd started fearing the worst."

The woman looks up at Phil in surprise. "You took care of him?" Phil nods. "Why?"

"He's just a baby. A child. He's innocent, he's done nothing but be born, something he has no control over. No one should get to decide that just because he is not entirely human or human-looking, he should die. It's just wrong," Phil explains. "And I have a soft spot for kids," he adds, making the woman chuckle slightly.

"Thank you," she breathes out, sincerity heavy in her tired voice. "I don't know what I would've done if I lost him. No, actually, I do. I would tear the world asunder, both the mortal and my realm. I'm a fae, Techno's my little fledgeling, born from my magic," she explains at Phil's confused expression.

"You know, I had an inkling he was of fae origin," Phil smiles lightly. His expression returns to serious. "What happened? What separated you two? You're clearly capable of some serious and powerful magic, so what happened?"

The woman sighs deeply, looking down at her scarred hands. "I'm, well, I'm one of the more powerful fae. Having Techno, took a lot out of me, but I don't regret it," she says fiercely, Phil doesn't doubt her one bit. "There was… a power struggle, in our realm, to put it lightly. Power-hungry fae took advantage of my weakened state. I had to leave, I wouldn't be able to protect us both if I didn't."

"So you went here," Phil continued for her softly. "While you may be weaker in our realm, so are they."

The woman nods. "Exactly. And then humans spotted us. Shot at us with their pitiful bows and arrows. One hit me, though. I had to leave Techno to protect him. I was bleeding and it would lead them to us eventually with me unable to heal. So I lead them far away from my baby." She looks away in shame. "I had to return to our realm to heal, I was too weak to even put a protective glamour on him. When I returned after having healed and regained a lot of my energy, he was gone. I was so scared something had happened to him. I called upon ancient fae magic to bring me to wherever my son might be." She looks up and smirks slightly. "I'm not one of the most powerful fae for nothing."

She's really something else, Phil thinks. "How would you like a helping hand?" he hears himself offer. "I might just be human, but they endangered a kid, so now I'm pissed. Even if all I can do is look after Techno for you while you regain your energy to fuck those assholes up, then it would be my pleasure."

She looks at him thoughtfully, searching for any sign of deceit of which she finds none. "What is your name?"

And Phil knows. He knows the basic fae rules. If a fae asks for your name, you don't give it to them. But she's not asking for his name, just what it is. She doesn't want control over him, to make him hers. in that way. And so, Phil tells her. "My name is Philza. But you can just call me Phil."

She smiles. "Hello, Philza Phil. My name, is Kristin."

#they fall in love #yadda yadda ya #Phil helps Kristin kick the crap outta the power-hungry fae that came after Kristin #a fae that is a threat to both fae and humans alike #mcyt #au #parentsduo #emerald duo #philza minecraft #technoblade #misstrixtin #babyblade #dadza #i forgot how to do tags #this is just as bad as on ao3 /j

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wwpia · 7 months

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I imagine the werewolves in my world to be pretty quadrupedal and wolf life tbh. They also revert a lot of terms of intellect/ability to be a lot more wolf like, they’re not like… completely animalistic by any means but it does serve to put them at a distinct disadvantage against humans when it’s the full moon. Weh.

It also serves to help justify humans perspective when they ‘hunt’ werewolves. Like there’s a whole arse black market trade for full werewolf pelts, oof. Some human families (particularly in the UK) have werewolf pelt coats and shit it’s atrocious ahah. The fur is renowned for being much softer/finer than a wolves pelt and also being a lot more dense/warm. Ew.

At the time of the story, werewolves try to desperately keep themselves safe/isolated in their own communities - often settling in more isolated/off the grid areas. Unfortunately this tends to be near farmland or inhospitable areas. They can actually stop themselves from transforming on a full moon (and actually regularly do so) by drinking a herbal concoction plus meditating. They plan to do this for a good… third? Of the population at any given full moon as to have enough ‘thinking’ werewolves to diffuse any human/werewolf tensions. Shit like farmers accusing werewolves of eating their sheep, they’ll be there with a smartphone like ‘BRO HE’S TAKING A LEAK UP A TREE. FUCK OFF. YOU’RE LIVE ON YOUTUBE. YOU WANNA BE SEEN MURDERING? OKAY BYEEEE….. -wheeze- OhgOD Alex that was a clo- STOP FUCKING EATING STICKS U TWAT.’

(LOL, werewolves babysitting other werewolves is just so funny to me like GET INSIDE YOU’RE GONNA BE NAKED SOON OH MY GOD FINE FINE F-……… -shakes a jumbo tub of beef jerky-… Oh shit here they all come. -runs-))

Faustus was definitely one of those babysitters - although in a kind of sad way as he couldn’t wolf out form the age of like… 10? I’ve kind of written it before but for werewolves, extended periods of not being able to transform isn’t really good for them. More on a mental level, but if it’s bad enough - on a physical level too. Faustus is kind of a weird case because his werewolf form is… kind of really messed up?

I gave werewolf Faustus an outrageously bushy tail because… why not. I can imagine a fair few werewolf hunters catching tales of his ~outrageously luxurious~ pelt when he was young and 100% getting ready to hunt him down later on. EEK.

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