WEREWOLF BY NIGHT!

“my  father,  a  european  scholar  and  aristocrat, and more,  a  warlock  and  werewolf who,  now  dead,  had  left  me  another  inheritance  as  well  .      .      . THE  CURSE  OF  A  WEREWOLF  BORN!"

A STUDY IN: FINDING A HOME IN THE HORROR || DISCO DANCING TO YOUR DOOM || LIVING A TRIPLE LIFE || A FUNERAL DIRGE FOR THE 20TH CENTURY

dan | 28 | he/him

hug jack || ACCEPTING @predctory

for three long months, the werewolf was in the dark. when greer vanished into thin air during a heated argument on how often journey should be played on the radio, he looked to the avengers for help. they were gone too. so were most of the who's who of their community. the world had turned upside down. those who were left, jack included, had to pick up the slack.

for three months, he was, to the best of his ability, the defender of los angeles. he hated every minute of it. by day, he would mostly think of greer. he wondered where she was, what on or off earth she could be doing. he thought about how cold his bed was, how quiet his house was. by night, the werewolf brought down violent crime by thirty-four percent after a few maulings hit the evening news. it was like working a nine-to-five, and jack russell would die before he got a real job.

when jarvis phoned ahead to tell him that the quinjet was enroute with the missing avengers, and leave some innuendo, jack came running. by the time he got to the compound, the jet had already landed. but someone was waiting for him.

jack had only done this in movies before, never in person. never for real. but his feet brought him to a run. and that tiger he spotted ran much faster, kicking up dust in her wake. so fast that he barely had the time to stop and brace himself. greer pounced him as though he were a gazelle, and if not for his sturdy boot, would have tackled him right to the ground. her legs around his waist, his arms around her middle, and their foreheads pressed together, they tangled up together like no time at all had passed.

hug jack || ACCEPTING @suredid

because he never gave his thoughts the time they asked for, they took the time for themselves. jack woke first, as he often did, with only the thought of a poolside smoke on his mind. once he got there, fired the lighter, and tucked the cigarette into his lips, did those thoughts make their move. thoughts of men and their monsters stole the simple pleasure of a sunrise from him, so he watched the pool instead. he watched it ripple from the light morning breeze and glint in the golden light. he watched it for longer than the length of his cigarette. so lost was he in his little world, that he nearly never noticed the robed arms snake around his back. he recognized the blue terrycloth as his own, and the hands that barely made it through the sleeves as darcy's.

Also anon?? I don't know her

batman (bruce wayne obviously) - DC

conan the barbarian (comic version) - marvel/dark horse

james bond (roger moore) - bond film series

arthur morgan - red dead redemption

dale cooper - twin peaks

lucifer morningstar - the sandman universe (not cheating!)

freddy krueger - a nightmare on elm street

henry of skalitz - kingdom come: deliverance

the dude - the big lebowski

truck turner - the film truck turner

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