#tadah

﹙ㅤ*ㅤdr. reed richardsㅤ˒ mr. fantastic

━━ noelle lin-fernandez & emir tanrıverdi

Lando feels like he‘s vibrating out of his skin with nerves. He‘s trying his level best to keep reasonably still during all the pre-race formalities, heels itching with the impulse to bounce on them.

His nerves are probably the reason he doesn‘t notice he‘s doing it - not until Charles bumps his shoulder and waggles his eyebrows at him. „It‘s good? With him?“ He moves his chin slightly to their right, to where Carlos is standing a few meters away.

Lando feels his face heating up with the embarrassment of being caught staring. Again. „I… yeah, it‘s fine. He‘s a good teammate. Useful in debriefs.“ It comes out rushed and Lando‘s sure Charles is seeing right through him, through his transparently sorry attempt at being the professional racing driver Mclaren are paying him to be.

Charles lifts an eyebrow, studies him for a few seconds without saying a word. Lando squirms, defiance slowly mixing in with the embarrassment.

„Oh,“ Charles finally says. „Oh, wait, I see. So you‘re not…? I thought, surely… Don‘t you want to?!“

Lando‘s perplexed into silence, grateful for the loud music interrupting their conversation. He narrows his eyes, trying to decipher Charles‘ too beautiful face going through a myriad of frankly borderline insulting expressions. „Mate, what are you going on about?“

Charles steals a glance past where Carlos is standing, his expression at least as telling as before. When Lando checks, he finds Seb standing there, neck bent to speak half into Lewis‘ ear.

Lando‘s eyes widen. „Wait, you… You‘re shitting me.“

The air rushed past as Joseph flew through the night. Usually, he fed off of his house staff at home. And he had been the past few days, ever since that little exorcist came to town. How many days had it been now? But his staff were all recovering from recent feedings.

On top of that, staying inside all night for days had left him feeling stir crazy. So Joseph had elected to go hunting for a new meal tonight.

And he’d found a scent trail of someone all alone. He flew high as he tailed them around the city, waiting. Waiting for them to turn down a dark road. Or leave the main sector of the city. Watching for them to be vulnerable for a moment. Oh, he missed this.

Eventually, they turned down such a path. Perfect. They must have made a wrong turn, as Joseph saw them turn around while he dove.

And they noticed him. But it was too late.

They had barely started to run as he slammed into them. Joseph heard quite the thud as they hit the pavement face-down. Before they could try and scream, he pinned their shoulder and shoved their head down. Then, he leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry, this will only hurt for a moment.”

Joseph buried his fangs in his prey’s neck. A savory, metallic taste filled his mouth as blood welled up. The taste of surprisingly healthy meal. He greedily swallowed and drank. He needed more. His thirst demanded it.

His prey tensed underneath. He pressed their head down, growling as as he bit down harder. This meal wasn’t about to struggle free on him.

I wanted to do the penguin classics generator thing for my Werewolf!Steve Steddie fic, Can You Keep a Secret, so tadah!

It was definitely dog-like. Huge, furry, it had a snout like a wolf and paws but… like a mix between hands and paws, the pads on its fingers rough to the touch contrasting the impossibly soft texture of its fur covering its knuckles, its claws weren’t sharp, they were dulled, filed, and rounded off like a dog that’d been on many a walk on nothing but pavement, Eddie didn’t want to say werewolf but… It was absolutely a werewolf.