Recipe for Happiness (AmeLiet, human/werewolves AU, 7000 words)
characters: ameliet feat. england trying to be helpful.
words: 7004 (! how and why.)
summary: Toris had the misfortune to graduate not only into a recession, but into a life-changing accident of the rabid fur and fangs kind. A few years on, he’s struggling to make ends meet in London without falling into the criminal underworld, when a friend introduces him to a surprising new opportunity, working for – and living with – wannabe paranormal investigator Alfred F. Jones.
notes: @aphsecretsanta gift for @rosiethero I was so excited to get you in this!! And then I took so long…;; I took fantasy/mythology AU into some kind of modern urban fantasy, feat. Werewolf!liet, because of course. Also a tiny bit of “fireside” and I’m afraid the body worship must be mostly left to the reader’s imagination… I’ve never really written werewolves before and I hardly even do AUs but once I got started in on this one I had a Lot of fun. Despite the length this is uh basically mostly good-natured fluff, somewhat following the shape of Lithuania’s Outsourcing, but with a happier ending. Sorry for the lateness, but happy Christmas and a merry new year to you!!
Toris liked Arthur well enough. Very much, in fact; and it was good to have a friend in London. But what he liked most of all was that Arthur was a good enough friend to ask how things were going but not good enough, or annoying enough, to try and do anything about it. When they met for a drink, Toris unburdened himself, flippant, bitter and absolutely truthful, about how well his job search was not going, safe in the knowledge that Arthur would make humming noises and let him talk and not make things awkward by trying to help.
It was to Toris’ considerable surprise therefore, when Arthur phoned him and announced there was someone he’d like him to meet.
“I’m really not looking to date anyone right now,” he’d said.
Did casual friends arrange their casual friend’s casual hook-ups now?
“Or to – or to meet anyone really!”
“It’s for a job, you pillock.”
Toris stared at his phone.
He hadn’t even said… anything. What job, who, when?!
Two minutes later he got a text from Arthur.
soz mate didnt give deets etc
It came as a surprise to people that someone who owned as many antique books as Arthur did texted like a 2000s teenager.
security job. might not b permanent but its someth rite? this guy I kno thinks hes a paranormal investigator. wot do u think? cd meet 2moro if u like.
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