Hello! Your friendly Wolfman enthusiast is back with a master list of fics written by yours truly. I always forget to share my works, so here's this to make up for it.
Rick "Hollywood" Neven / Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe
Hold me while I fall apart - 7,104 words, Mature
Well you're not that far - 1,561 words, Teen
Wherever you go, I'll follow - 26,663 words, Explicit
Notice me, then touch me - 1,979 words, Explicit
Recovering from the tears in your eyes - 2,114 words, Explicit
Crossing all the lines - 3,159 words, Explicit
Behind closed doors - 8,294 words, Mature
But I can’t control my mind - 8,700 words, Explicit
On the wings of your love - 3,005 words, Explicit
Down on my knees here waiting - 20,641 words, Explicit
You were unsuspecting (not unwarned) - 4,146 words, Mature, ongoing
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Ron "Slider Kerner / Rick "Hollywood" Neven / Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe
Wrap me in your warmth - 6,973 words, Explicit
I like it when you love me - 4,266 words, Explicit
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Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe / Pete "Maverick" Mitchell
Show you what you're worth - 2,959 words, Explicit
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Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe / Pete "Maverick" Mitchell / Rick "Hollywood" Neven
It feels nice to be this reckless again - 3,686 words, Explicit
listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
"Got me good this time." Leo murmurs, his lashes fluttering. He was so tired, whether he'd admit it or not. His shoulders had been slowly moving from their drawn up position that Rick opened the door to, now instead dropped too far down like a string has been cut, allowing him to sag under the weight of gravity.
"Who did?" Rick whispers back, not pressing necessarily, not even meeting Leo's eyes. It helps the conversation to be kept almost casual, not letting the blond read the moment of fear in his eyes.
"It won't do any good to call the cops, It'll only make things worse. Trust me, I know." Leo blinks a handful of times quickly, too rapid to be normal like there was an admission there.
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Leo Wolfe knows if there's anyone who would help him out, no matter the time of day, he can rely on Rick Neven.
Rick would like to know why his best friend is knocking at three in the morning, soaked to the bone and covered in his own blood.
i had a dream where tornadoes were made illegal or something i just remember like a dozen police cars driving directly toward a tornado with their sirens on and all getting sucked into the tornado
