#wolfpack au

[tired-reader-writer]

Do know that I put Yakety Sax on the Wolfpack AU playlist.

I regret nothing.

#wolfpack au #winds of wolfsong #shenanigans

[innerchorus]

Thinking about the Turanian invasion (the one in the canon era, not the one that's looming over the horizon in the fic rn) and Kishward (and Bahman?) imploring lords around the country to omg go and help Team Gorgan PLEASE and thinking about who'd show up... I think Lushan would. He just has that air about him— I wonder if Tus and Zaravant would, and if so, what would prompt them...

Meanwhile Gorgan is chaos.

(also thinking a lot about Ranna and Alfarīd, help me)

Ooh, some logistics at play here! Since this is AU based I'm not sure how much advance warning they have of the Turanian army's approach but from the sounds of it in this scenario the border has already been breeched and Team Gorgan are attempting to hold them up which... I don't envy them the task but it sure sounds like it'll be exciting to read about.

I don't know what Bahman's mental state is like here but if he's troubled by anything like he is in canon then I imagine Kishward may take the lead... However, Bahman still has some steel in him and it's not unbelievable to think that Gorgan's need for reinforcements would galvanise him into action (though perhaps he's more likely to eventually surprise everyone by stepping forward to lead troops to bolster the defences himself rather than taking the lead with initially reaching out to various lords etc, which is a task I imagine would fall to Kishward while Bahman is still beset by apathy and other worries).

I assume they're sending messages to ask for reinforcements? That makes it even harder to apply pressure on reluctant lords, so they're probably aware of who they can likely count on and who they can't (Andragoras may have been able to essentially strong-arm the shahrdaran but many of them, like Hodir, would be content to sit and wait and see how things play out in his absence, especially if their own territory is not under threat.)

It's a tricky one because it's Prince Arslan's presence and proclamations that draw the various lords and their troops to Peshawar. It's hard to say exactly how many would come otherwise. I feel as though Zaravant would, he evidently feels a sense of duty towards his country and would put himself forward to represent Oxus as he does in canon. The fact that the Marzbans in Peshawar are trying to organise further defense of the border and Pars's lands would likely be enough for him. That might be a nice surprise for Kishward and Bahman who may have assumed nobody from Oxus would come. Tus would go too, probably. He has a garrison of men who would be of great help.

Lushan likewise would help if he could, even if he's not shown leading troops on the battlefield himself he's still had a military education and would presumably have troops available to him. One thing to consider though is where everyone is coming from and how much time they have (as in, how fast do they need to get to Peshawar and then on to Gorgan in order to be of real help?). This is a large invasion and the Turanians probably have very good troop mobility, I don't know how long Gorgan could hold them before they break through or bypass their defences and beseige Peshawar itself instead. Some characters might have some debate about whether it's worth leaving their lands or whether it would be better to sit tight and wait, especially as Andragoras's fate is unknown. There's likely no precedent for what to do when the Shah is missing.

I don't know how helpful these ramblings will be since a lot depends on the specifics of your AU! Happy to talk about it more (though I won't be online again now until later or maybe tomorrow).

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #lushan #tus #zaravant

[outcastedang3l]

Beyond This Starless Sky

Chapter two

#blind channel #blind channel fanfic #rpf #wolfpack au #it's only been 10 months since my last update to this fic

[drylan]

Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp for Wayward Wolves  

Ships: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Ezraheler, Abigail Blyg/Nick Furcillo/Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos/Emma Mountebank (Unrequited), Kaitlyn Ka/Jacob Custos, Laura Kearney/Max Brinly

Tags: Alternate Universe, Omegaverse (Omegas, Alphas, Betas), Non-Human Biology, All Counselors Are Werewolves, Werewolves are Known But Rare and Shunned, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bonding

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: Dylan Lenivy never thought he would present as a werewolf, but due to a distant relative having been one, he gets tested at the age of 18. His parents, overwhelmed and distraught at finding out their son is a werewolf, send him to Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp for Wayward Wolves in hopes that the program will help him adjust to his new reality. Little does Dylan know, he might make the best of it and form a pack (and find a mate) along the way.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Hackett’s Quarry

Dylan felt the vibrations of the large shuttle’s window rock his skull against the cool glass, music turned low in his now far more sensitive ears. He wished his mom and dad had dropped him off, instead of some stranger in a rickety old small bus.

It was impossible to think about what the next two months would mean for Dylan. He was ever the optimist, full of wonder and excitement but that all changed when his test results came back the last month of school.

He’ll never forget the look of horror on his mother’s face, her mouth contorted in something close to fear and his father’s eyes full of disappointment as they looked up from the piece of mail that now defined Dylan’s life. None of his weird science experiments, rants about quantum physics, funky antics, or even that wolf tattoo (which he now hated the double meaning of) had put those expressions on their faces.

The odds were so low, they had cried and wailed. He only had one distant great uncle that was a wolf. Not their Dylan, not their little boy. Their exasperation, their fears and rambles...it made it impossible for Dylan to process that this was his life now. That this was who he was. He wasn’t allowed to feel anything, because they didn’t give him the space to.

No, he was shipped off to here, so they wouldn’t have to face the reality of their only son, only child, being a monster. Dylan swallowed hard as the wooden sign came into view. He tugged off his earbuds and quickly put them and his phone inside one of his bags. 

‘Hackett’s Quarry Camp for Wayward Werewolves’ the old wooden sign said proudly. Apparently the head of the camp is an actual werewolf himself, but that was all Dylan could manage to read and process when his parents had handed him the brochure before he cracked a joke about being put in a dog kennel, left for his room, and threw it in his bedroom trash.

“We’re here.” The driver said coldly. The shuttle had parked in front of a large, wooden lodge, the parking lot small and barely paved. There was nothing but wilderness - trees, plants, forests, and open water - surrounding the place. It would almost be refreshing, had Dylan not know he was basically here because he was wrong, he was other.

“Uh, yeah, thanks, man.” Dylan exited the shuttle in a hurry, feeling the driver’s eyes glare into the back of his head. He took in a deep breath and whipped around, glaring at the driver. “I know I’m handsome, but I think I’m a little young for you. Creep.” He slammed the door shut before marching up the front steps in a huff, already annoyed. Screw the ramifications. He was tired and angry.

His entire life had been flipped upside down and his parents decided to ship him off somewhere. And they didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye. He had woken up to an empty house, with a note wishing him best of luck and about when the shuttle was coming.

Fuck this day. Fuck his life. Fuck Hackett’s Quarry. 

In his blind frustration, Dylan swung the front door of the cabin open and ran into another boy on the other side. He was shorter than Dylan, slender, with a cool, edgy look and dark clothes.

Totally Dylan’s type. 

“Dude!” The other boy called out. “Really?”

“S-Sorry, uh...heh.” Dylan tried to help him stand fully upright again, but the other boy just brushed his hands off. “You know how us dogs are. Cooped up in the car too long and we gotta get that extra energy out.”

“Sure, man.” The boy said curtly, before walking around Dylan back outside to the front of the cabin.

Great. First. Fucking. Impression.

Dylan huffed and lugged his bag in with him, stopping in front of a row of wooden tables. There were labels with names on him, presumably all the newly found werewolves that would be attending the camp. It was a small group, only nine names, but Dylan wasn’t surprised.

Werewolves made up such a small percentage of the population, after all. Maybe if they were more common, places like this wouldn’t even have to exist. He barely had any lessons on werewolves from kindergarten through senior year. An odd historical figure here or there, but...not much else.

He flopped down on the chair with his nametag in front of him. The label next to his name said Abigail Blyg. Hmm. Abigail was a nice name. Maybe...maybe he wouldn’t flop with her like he did mysterious and handsome earlier. 

Wow, he didn’t say much but his deep voice was nice. Focus, Dylan.

He was only alone for a little bit longer when people started to roll in, sitting at their respective spots. Some lucky bastards seemed to actually know people coming in. A jock with a petite chick who kept hounding him. A redhead with a gorgeous blonde, who Dylan was pretty sure were dating.

A few more trickled in, including Abigail who sat down next to him, nervously looking up before she focused on the folder on her desk. Huh, they all had one. Dylan was tempted to open his, in spite of the ‘do not open yet’ stick on the front.

“Uh, don’t think we’re supposed to open that, um, yet.” Abigail squeaked and Dylan couldn’t help but chuckle.

A teacher’s pet, huh? He could work with that.

“Oh, sorry, mom-” He pouted, closing the folder before either of them could read it. “...I’ll be good, promise.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, heh. No way you could be my mom, you’re actually talking to me.” Shit, another bad first impression. He was never usually this bitter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, uh...” Abigail seemed frazzled.

“No worries.” Dylan reassured her and instantly the girl with red and black hair seemed to relax.

“Let’s start over.” The girl said, voice a bit more relaxed and chipper. “I’m Abi.”

“Nice to meet you, Abi...” Dylan licked the back of his tag and slapped it on his forehead, earning a chuckle from Abi and a few others in the room. “...Dylan.” He pointed at the now stuck tag.

Before anything else could be said, mysterious and handsome rejoined the group and flopped down at the table with one of the blondes, Laura, and Kaitlyn. So, Ryan was his name, huh? Dylan tried not to stare as his eyes traced across the room, quickly working to memorizing everyone’s name. 

Most had laughed at the stupidity of putting his tag on his head. Maybe, if he just kept this joking shit up and didn’t blunder like he did with Abi and Ryan, then...then it would be okay. And he could just get over these two months and go to college and only have to think about being a werewolf during the full moon.

Hmm, it was a little strange. The tables didn’t have the same number of people at them. He and Abi were the only two at their table, whereas there were two others with Ryan, then another table had four people - Nick the cutie, Jacob the jock, Emma the queen bee, and Max the magnificent. He did have pretty, dazzling eyes and Dylan couldn’t think of anymore of a clever word to try and memorize his name.

“Sooo...” He started awkwardly, addressing the broader room, but was quickly cut off by the front door opening. A man name in with the most stereotypical camp counselor getup on. Dylan actually snorted, but quickly grew silent as the man took steps to stand at the center of the wooden tables, eyes sweeping across the group of eighteen year olds.

“Welcome to Hackett’s Quarry, Hacketters!” His voice boomed and echoed throughout the silent lodge. It wasn’t unkind or angry, but it held some weight as the campers all stood at attention, waiting with bated breath. “Now, let’s get started!”

#the quarry #my stuff #fanfiction #fanfic #the quarry video game #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #jacob custos #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #laura kearney #max brinly #wolfpack au

[bwoahtastic]

Once Charles' ex has left it takes a while for the pack to find Charles and Maxy because they've hidden that well. Eventually they find them squished together in a cupboard or wardrobe, with Charles being on the verge of a panic attack and it takes a while but eventually Dan calms him down and convinces Charles to leave the cupboard and join in on some cuddles in the nest Seb made.

Plss poor momma Charles hiding in a cupboard with Max in his arms, singing him lullabies in a quiet whisper to keep him comfortable. Poor Charles is on the verge of a panic attack when Dan finds him and is so so scared. Daniel soothing him and whispering he will always keep the two of them safe! and he coaxes Charles and Max into a nest with Seb because that is the best and safest feeling ever!

Everyone would fuss over them a lot but also let Dan close because they can see Dan feels something more for momma charlesie

#asks #wolfpack au

[veny-many]

Long time ago I talked about some Sith Plo things

And I remembered that idea now and wanted to make sketches.

The sketch about Sith Plo Koon casually stealing another child from now no longer existing village.

Wolfpack by his side because they are his boys am I right?

Ahsoka: No! There's no way Master Plo will fall! He's too perfect to fall!!

Me: Then... Just say that in this AU Plo was Sith all the time!

Ahsoka: Well in that case OH FORCE WE'RE DOOMED

+) Wolffe returned from hunting and Plo is interested

Wolffe: Telepathic Sith, and I'm doomed.

Plo: :)

#star wars #the clone wars #what have i done #plo koon #commander wolffe #my drawing #my au #sith plo au #and wolfpack by his side as well #run wolffe run

[trumpkinhotboy]

“I’ll keep an eye on you”

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: A bit spooky, but mostly fluffy and comforting vibes

Warnings: Mention of blood and being chased after (but nothing too intense)

Rating: g

Word count: ~ 2K

Requests: Open! For Twilight wolfpack, Narnia and Harry Potter

A/n: Honestly, I’m really excited about this fic. I think it’s very sweet and comforting :3 My brain is bubbling with so many ideas lately so expect new pieces from me in the close future hehe. Also if you have any requests feel free to message me!!

I recommend listening to a Twilight Comfort playlist while reading this. Hope you enjoyy <33

*gif is not mine!!

Summary: After the reader survives an encounter with a vampire, they are still haunted by the memories of it. Luckily, they have a caring and protective friend who is always ready to ensure they feel safe and cared for, even in the middle of the night.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to erase the terrible images invading your brain. For a week now, they have been omnipresent, taking up all the space in your mind. They are the center and focal point of your thoughts for days on end. As you open them again, your vision adjusts to the darkness just enough for your gaze to fall on a strange form crouched in the corner of your bedroom. You could swear it’s alive. Swear it’s stalking you.

You jump out of your bed to turn your nightlamp on. Your heart feels like it might spring out of your chest of its own accord. Your breath is short, and for a moment, you think you’ll never be able to take one that will actually get air in your system.

The menacing form in the corner turned out to be a pile of dirty clothes, but you knew that. Since that day, you feel irrational and paranoid. Everything feels like a threat, and you are now constantly looking over your shoulder, paying close attention to any suspicious sound or absence of it. You’ve talked about it with Harry Clearwater when you unexpectedly met at the Reservation one day. You did not hear him coming, and he had set his heavy hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Which resulted in a glass shattering scream for you and a bad fright for the poor man. As he invited you in for a calming cup of tea, you unloaded the weight on your shoulder to him. It felt good to talk about it, knowing you could never do so with your dad and your friends. He assured you that it unfortunately was a very normal reaction from your nervous system. You had faced the world's most dangerous predator and had survived it without a single scratch. Of course it would take some time for your traumatized brain to go back to normal. You could never take credit for the fact that you even had a chance to go back to normal, and would never attempt to do so. Knowing very well that without Paul, Jared, and Embry’s arrival, you would not have lived to talk about this encounter.

When you focus and let your mind drift off, you can live the event again, as if you were back in time. The paralyzing fear, the blood in your veins feeling like icy water. There was nothing to be done against a creature like that. You remember the horror you felt as everything became silent around you. You were headed to Emily's cabin, a simple, straightforward walk through the woods. The birds suddenly stopped singing, even the soft wind had died down. The forest knew it was in the presence of something truly horrible and had seemed to hold its breath, along with every creature. The color of its eyes was like in every legend you had been told; crimson red, like fresh blood. Not one ounce of humanity in those orbs, just a bottomless pit of cruelty and hunger. The worst thing was the pull you remember feeling for a split second toward that monster. You knew it was its sole purpose, but felt embarrassed you had fallen for it. Shivers crawled down your spine as you recalled its ethereal and hypnotizing appearance. It’s like you can hear again the faint swooshing sound it made as it sprang towards you. You remember sending out a quick prayer to literally any entity who would be listening right now, but the blow never came. Next thing you knew, three giant beasts tackled it to the ground, gnarling and dismembering it in a matter of seconds.

You open your eyes and shake your head to try and physically get those horrible memories outside of your skull. You lay back in bed, anxiously watching every corner of your room for some sign of danger. You left the light open, you knew there was no chance you could fall asleep without it. You tucked yourself back in bed and tried to calm your breathing. You tried every technique you knew, hoping sleep would grace you with its embrace, but nothing worked.

You look back at the clock after a while. 1:15 am. It was too late for you to get out of bed, and morning was still so far away. You had school the next day and knew that if you spent one more night without sleeping, you wouldn’t be able to explain to your teachers why you dozed off again in their class without them calling your father.

In a last effort, you tried thinking about reassuring and comforting things. Curiously enough, one kept coming back to mind. A giant wolf, its fur a multitude of shades of brown and red. Its eyes were sweet and reassuring, containing a particular warmth. You looked at your phone, hesitating, but remembered his voice: “If there’s absolutely anything, call me okay?”

And so you did.

Twenty minutes later, you got a text. You quietly walked to your window, glad to see Jacob’s familiar shape outside your house. He was standing next to a tree, representing for once a friendly and reassuring shadow in the night.

He spoke quietly. “Having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded, a bit ashamed to admit such an infantile fear. Although, deep inside, you knew there was nothing childish about being afraid of the monster you had been warned about as a child, once you had come face to face with it.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I'd totally understand if you'd rather not stay. I mean it's late and you need to sleep. I don't know what I was thinking…”

“Don't be ridiculous." he cut you off. "I’m already here. And once you’ve been asleep for a long time, I’ll go home and catch up on my beauty sleep, okay?”

You knew it wouldn’t take much convincing from him, there was no point in lying. You needed him. You needed the reassurance and sense of security he always brought you.

"If you're sure then… but Jake. You won't leave too soon uh?"

You heard his low chuckle in the distance.

“I promise.”

You slowly and quietly closed your window. The last thing you would want is for your father to wake up and see Jacob standing below your window. You looked back outside, only to see a giant russet wolf had replaced your tall friend. He was standing under the covers of the woods. Forks was a tranquil little city, but you could never be too careful. He gave you a quick nod, encouraging you to go back to bed. You sent him a little thumbs up before heading to your fort of blankets and pillows.

As stupid as it might have seemed, you did feel a thousand times better knowing that Jacob was right outside, watching over you like a guardian angel. To your surprise, sleep quickly came to you, and you fell into its black hole without any resistance.

//

You’re in a dark forest, running and running and running. You can’t breathe, your hands are bloody, everything hurts. All you can hear is an echoing, cold, cruel laugh. You trip over a root and fall. Something is rushing through the dark woods, coming at you. You get back up and run in the opposite direction, but it feels like you’re not getting any further, like you're running in place. You scream for help, calling out for Jacob, Paul, Embry, Jared, ANYONE, HELP ME. But no one answers, you’re alone, and you’re about to die a horrible death. You trip once more, your leg hurts like hell, there’s no point trying to get up again. You turn around to try and decipher who, what, is running after you. Suddenly, in the dark void of the night, all you can see is that horrifying pair of bloodthirsty eyes. You let out one last scream as it sinks its teeth into your skin. //

“Y/n, y/n, wake up! It’s okay I’m here, Y/n!”

You try to run out of bed but feel a strong pair of arms holding you back. The embrace is warm and smells familiar, but you’re not controlling your limbs anymore. Your whole body is in flight mode. Luckily, the thing (person?) holding you back is strong enough to withstand it, and even though you try as hard as you can to run away, your feet aren't even touching the ground anymore.

“Y/nn, Y/n, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here, it’s me. It’s Jacob.”

You focus on the reassuring tone of the voice and try to convince yourself you're not in the woods anymore. You can see your surroundings poorly illuminated by your little mushroom night light. You're in your room, you’re safe, you’re okay.

Your breathing is still fast and shallow. You blink a few times. Sometimes, the vision surrounding you is one of the cold woods. On other, it's the familiar vision of your room. You slowly turn to face your friend’s face. His brows are furrowed, and his traits have worry written on them in bold letters. He scans you, not quite letting go of your body. Too scared you might start screaming and running again.

“Jake?” “Yes, hi. Welcome back. You really scared me there Y/n.” “What- what are you doing in here? What happened?” Your tone is feeble, and you feel exhausted. You look around once more, afraid this might be some other kind of twisted and terrifying nightmare.

“Am I still dreaming?” You dare to ask. “No, you are awake. We’re in your room. You asked me to come to keep an eye on you, remember?”

You nod, still unsure. What if this was a dream inside a dream? What if the warm limbs of your friend suddenly turned ice cold? What if you looked at him and his eyes turned red, fangs slightly poking his lips?

He can see doubt dancing in your eyes. You don't trust him, or yourself. He holds up his palms towards you, trusting you won't bolt and run.

“See for yourself. I’m real, you can touch me.”

You reach a hesitating finger, carefully poking his own. Seems real enough, feels real. It's warm, the skin is wonderfully tanned, familiar. You’ve seen those hands at work a thousand times. You know them by heart. You poke his cheek, and he gives you a tender smile.

“Convinced?”

You nod once more, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, as your legs start to shake. That's the thing about dreams, isn’t it? Even if it’s only happening inside your head, your body reacts to it as if it were actually living it. You look at your hands, feeling reminiscent of the pain as if you did scorch them in the woods.

He interrupts your thoughts with a low and soft voice. “Come back in bed. I’ll tuck you in.”

He wraps your hands with his huge ones. They’re warm and feel incredibly good. You let him guide you back to your toasty blankets, but instead of leaving, he takes a spot next to you, shielding you from the window.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a timid voice. “I’m keeping an eye on you, dummy.” Your feet are poking from under the covers. You move to offer him a bit of coverage, but he declines. He is already hot enough as he is, although he can’t deny that his heart seemed to grow a size or two at the kind gesture.

You wait a minute before asking how he ended up in your room. You're not sure you want to know, but curiosity wins over embarrassment.

His expression darkens for a second before he starts talking. “I was just keeping guard outside when I heard a noise. You were calling for me… I didn’t even think, I just got in. You were twitching in your bed. I tried to calm you down, I didn't want it to wake up Charlie, but nothing would do. I was about to forcefully wake you, but you ran out of bed and woke up by yourself.”

“Oh.” You finally let after a few seconds of silence.

“Yup.”

Unconsciously, you're not sure, he took ahold of your hand and lightly played with your fingers. He finally lifted his gaze from your joined hands to look at you, all caring and reassuring. You slide in closer to him. All you want is to feel his comforting warmth and maybe offer him as much as you can too. You feel so bad for worrying him so much. He opens up his arms and cradles you in a bear hug. He won't say it out loud, but he's also in dire need of comfort.

You match your breathing to him, and for the first time in a little while, you’re not scared, not even a little bit. If only you could stay like this forever.

After a few minutes of silence, in which you almost fell asleep, you hear him whisper.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I’m so sorry, you don't even know.”

“It’s not your fault Jake.” You mumble, and realize you're telling the truth. These are more than empty words. Never has it crossed your mind that this might have been his fault.

“It partially is, if I didn’t drag you into all this you might have been far away. Safe, away from monsters most people don't even know exist."

“I chose to follow you into this Jake. I would be lying if I said this wasn't one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, but it was not your fault. Please get that idea out of your head, okay? I’ll get over it. I guess I just need some time, as Harry said.”

You feel almost fully awake again. He nods, but you know you haven't convinced him. The look on his face is one of guilt, one you've come to know more and more since you learned about his secret. He mindlessly played with a feather poking out of your duvet, avoiding your gaze. Once again, you realized how mature he looked, while still being so young. Too young to carry such heavy burdens. You wanted to hammer the idea out of his thick skull, but you knew there was nothing to do about it tonight. Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you, and convincing him of the opposite would take some time.

Your eyes focused on his tanned skin, and you suddenly became hyper-aware that he was in your bed while only wearing his jeans short.

You inched away of him. “Uhm, want a shirt? I’m sorry, I didn't even think that, since you were in your wolf form, you uh… wouldn’t have one?” You let out an awkward laugh. You were used to seeing him like this, but it was different when you were both lying in bed together in a space that felt so intimate.

“That's nice of you Y/n, but I don't think I'd actually fit into one of your shirts.” He snickers as you get up. You're still wrapped in a blanket as you forage in the pile of clothes next to your bed. You get out of it with a dark cotton t-shirt in hand. It's humongous for you, but you know it will fit Jake like a glove. Probably because it is one of his own.

“There, dummy.” You hand him the t-shirt before jumping back in bed to wrap yourself properly, like a human burrito.

He looks at the piece of clothing and then at you for a good 10 seconds. “You still have this?”

He genuinely looks surprised, but his expression seems mixed with a hint of… satisfaction?

You nod, your nose and eyes being the only part of your anatomy still out of the blankets. You still remember the day he lent you that shirt when you had been caught in the rain at La Push. You never returned it to him, loving the way the gigantic piece of clothing felt on you.

He didn't add anything else before putting the shirt on. “It smells a lot like you.” He adds, a slight tremor in his voice.

“That might be because I wear it a lot to sleep.” You shamefully admit. Your words are nothing more than a whisper, but you know he didn’t have any trouble hearing them. You pull the covers even higher, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Is that so?” He's smugly smirking. No doubt anymore that he is satisfied with that new piece of information, which makes you want to crawl even further under the covers.

You mutter a quick 'dumbass' before turning away from him. He chuckled before grabbing and pulling you on his broad chest like you weighted nothing more than a feather. You and Jake have always been comfortable with physical touch, but you feel like this is special. You have never done this before. Fine the circumstances were a bit peculiar, but that did not keep you from relishing in the warmth he diffused in waves. You didn't even bother to fake protest. This, is all you need, and you will not be foolish enough to ruin the moment. He wiggles even closer, and you can feel his chest come flush with your back through the layers of blankets. He rests his chin on the crown of your head before lightly stroking the side of his full cheek on your hair.

“Little human burrito.” He mutters. His voice is barely a whisper. Its husky tone makes you shiver. “I’ll watch over you, now go back to sleep.”

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Here is part.2 🌟

#ilya writes #jacob black #jacob black fic #jacob black blurb #jacob black x reader #jacob black x y/n #twilight #twilight au #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #jacob black fluff #fluff #fluffy #werewolves #shapeshifters #twilight wolfpack

[theinheriteddutchess]

"Twilight is about-"

Me: "wolfpack."

"But it's really about this girl who-"

Me: "finds a wolfpack"

"but there's vampires!"

Me: "luckily there's a wolfpack that can destroy them!"

"no it's a love story!"

Me: "yes about the wolfpack!"

"no, you see, bella and Edward-"

Me: "are enemies to the wolfpack but they are too gracious to rip them apart because they're nice like that!"

"But twilight and forks and vamps and high school...!"

Me: "I'm so glad this book about this wolfpack exists, they are amazing!"

#twilight saga #how twilight actuallygoes #twilight wolfpack #twilight: just some guys who turn into wolves protecting the land and its people. cliffdiving and barbequing and laughing and bonding #dealing with pesky vampires and their annoying behavior.who keep turning more teenagers into wolves but keep appearing like they don't care #and their human friend who makes really bad decisions and isn't too bright but they care so they keep her safe #and then there's a young woman who also turns into a wolf and they struggle a little with how to behave better around her but in the end - #-they have to admit she's awesome and it works out #and the Cullen's just disappear into the background because they don't matter #just the wolfpack and their shenanigans #(there are people who genuinely enjoy twilight. and it amazes me. this au of bella and cullens is liked so much. it ain't real guys!) #twilight #twilight renaissance

[squad-724]

Just as promised, Plo and Wolffe

The one dragon that will grab the soldiers by their scruff. Koon produces toxic gas that explodes if it gets in contact with fire. The antidote can be made from his saliva. Wolfpack is equipped with breathing masks to not inhale the gas.

The gas tubes are very sensitive, and if damage could potentially kill Plo

#star wars #clone wars #star wars clone wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe #plo koon #dragon jedi au #dragon au #wolfpack

[tired-reader-writer]

Winds of Wolfsong chapter 2 is now up on AO3!

The pinned post is now edited to reflect the chapter count.

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #winds of wolfsong

[innerchorus]

I was rummaging through your archives in search of smth (don't worry, I'm sure I'll find it) and in the replies of one of the posts I was rereading, I saw that you asked if Marda clan mages could sense each other! (It was one of those horrid days where I was very tired but couldn't sleep so I unfortunately missed the question, OOPS) And the answer is, I think they can! The closer they're to someone the easier they can sense each other, maybe, I don't really have the words for it but when you get really familiar with someone, you remember the “feel” of their magic, if that makes sense?

I took a while to get to this, so I trust you managed to find what you were looking for? I suspected that might be the answer and I think it makes sense that magic would be tangible and recognisable as distinct to a user, especially if there's closeness between them. And oh, this is horrible, but while answering this ask I just had the thought that if they can sense each other / each other's magic like this then they must also be able to sense when it stops. As in, when one of them dies. A sudden absence that can only mean one thing, whether it happens in the heat of battle or just on an ordinary day with no warning. Filing this under thoughts I don't want to follow too far because I am already wounding myself with them.

And now for the obligatory Team Zahhak tangent. It's canon that the mages have like... a really vile aura that can be sensed, at least by some, when they are nearby. Your ask reminded me of my headcanon that Zandeh not only becomes accustomed to it but can pick out when it's Gurgin rather than any of the other sorcerers (I guess this one was based on anime canon where their involvement with Team Hilmes was more open but it I think it works in any context in the sense of 'evil presence' becoming 'Gurgin!'. And while he might have got used to the feel of Gurgin, the others probably still register as 'wrong / unsettling').

(Meanwhile, for Wolfsnake AU which really needs a better name, Isfan always registers Gurgin as a threat, especially when he sneaks up or appears without warning as he is prone to doing, but, well, emotions can cloud your judgement, and that feeling is at odds with his belief that Gurgin is a comrade and not an enemy. Of course, eventually he'll find out that he should have just trusted his instincts.)

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #team zahhak #gurgin #zandeh #isfan #wolfsnake au #(it has a tag i guess it's real now)

[outcastedang3l]

"babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring" for olli/tommi please 🙏🏻🥺

Have some Wolfpack au because reasons

Olli loved moments like these, everyone just spread out in the cuddle pit they had made in one of the spare rooms. He was currently laying on top of Tommi. One of Tommi’s large hands was spread across his back and the other was in Olli’s hair scratching his scalp lightly. It felt so good and made Olli let out a contented sigh, sinking into the large man under him more.

“Babe. My love. Song in my heart. Are you purring?” Tommi asked, trying to hide a soft giggle.

Olli looked up at him grumpily, upset at his peace being disrupted before realizing he was actually making a noise he hadn’t made before. It made him blush and hide in Tommi’s neck. Of course he knew Johnny purred, it was just a thing vampires did when they felt happy and safe. Which had led them to finding out werewolves can do it too, sometimes picking up traits from their mates (Joel and Joonas could be thanked for that realization when they had randomly started purring too) but it was a shock to Olli because he never expected to pick it up.

Tommi gently pulled Olli’s head out of his neck, holding Olli’s face in his hands. “Don’t hide love, I think it’s cute.”

#drabbles from the darkside #ty writes #wolfpack au #requests #prompts #blind channel #rpf #blind channel fanfic

[drylan]

wolfpack au thoughts #1

thinking of writing this au for real but in the interim, trying to come up with structure and general world building concepts, so for classifications - 

ryan, kaitlyn, laura - alphas

jacob, nick, max, emma - betas

abi, dylan - omegas

also it would likely be a dylan-centric fic 

#wolfpack au #the quarry #my stuff

[bwoahtastic]

In the wolf au, Charles would be so scared and cradling Max to his chest but then after a while Dan would shift(?) back into a human and comfortable Charles and bring him back to where the pack lives ( I’m thinking an old house on the forest or a barn/ farm or something) and the pack is like 🤨 who dis while Daniel is just smiling (it would be better if he didn’t even know their names)

Plss Dan changing to human form and managing to convince Charles to come with him. The pack living jn a beautiful renovated barn with plenty of space for all!

Dan rocking up with a human and a child and the pack is confused, especially when Dan doesn't even know their names lol. But the pack would never leave a momma and child in the forest alone!!

#asks #wolfpack au

[cloudofbutterflies92]

141 Hybrid Wolfpack

I wanna introduce the wolfpack in my AU "Spiral" (there will be several parts where I will show the other characters too💚)

Riley Family here

John Price

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

#x: spiral #wolfpack hybrid 141 #task force 141 #john price #captain price #price cod #captain price cod #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #soap cod #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #hybrid au #cod au #cod hybrid au #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod alternative universe

[veny-many]

If you want to understand drawings under, please read this previous post:

And if you don't mind other my alive!Plo AU too. (They have order 66 au tag)

Commander! Comet

He was promoted when Wolffe gone to MIA, due to his works he had in position of the right hand for Commander.

He didn't have Wolfpack symbol in his armor before, but when he became new officer for battalion, he marked wolf in his shoulder. To mark his his new place and responsibility in his mind.

Actually, Comet was one of the 104th that didn't want to paint wolf in his armor because of preventing from losing his individual(for his mad love for the stars and comets). But he had more important things in his new life than his own thought.

Comet think Wolffe betrayed them. So he tries to be angry to him. But when he got so much stress, all he could think was the protective and warm affection from his former Commander and big brother.

Other original Wolfpack members worries about him. They call him puppy or little brother despite the fact he is now their superior. They don't care, for their precious brother's sake.

When Wolffe knew about Wolfpack is now chasing them, the first thing he said was "That's my boi" And other people just got confused.

"They are dangerous hunters, Wolffe." "Of course they are. I taught them better than anyone."

When Comet finally dechipped, Comet glued to Wolffe's body and cries a lot. He knows is was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully his big brother said nothing and just hugged him back till he got tired from crying and fell in sleep.

Rebellion! Wildfire

Yes, rebels Wildfire is Canon.

When he first saw Wolffe he thought he was dangerous with his chips.

And Wolffe though him dangerous too.

Chaos ensures.

Until Plo back to place with meal and says "WTK is happening here boys"

And Wildfire and Wolffe finally believe they are safe and enjoy the meal together.

Warthog

I hope you like this @dukeoftheblackstar

Warthog first thought Jedis are traitor like other clones.

But by the time passed, and the world under Empire got more cruel everyday, Warthog started to doubt about the betrayal.

He thinks about the Tracer, his dear friend, who died under command of Jedi.

But Warthog was saved his life for multiple times by General Plo Koon. It was truth. When he shouted for help, his General always helped.

He thinks, if he feels bad for kind hearted Jedi's death, would it be betrayal to his marched away friend?

And the answer was, no. When he got dechipped, he finally able to think about the truth freely with his mind.

That karking Sith Lord made this stupid war and forced his friend and brothers and Jedis to death trap.

Warthog runs to rebels gunship for revenge.

Sinker and Boost stops him and finally managed to calm him down with promises of vengeance for Empire.

And Wolffe witnesses his brothers chaotic actions again, after the very long time.

#star wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe #clone trooper boost #clone trooper comet #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper wildfire #clone trooper warthog #104th battalion #wolfpack #plo koon #order 66 au #my drawing #my whump #my au