#handywolfman

[legends-and-savages]

@handywolfman liked for a starter with Ajax

A shake of his head. "Trust me not coming to see you was not meant as a slight." He didn't tell the witches what to do, but he had said if he was around then he had to talk to the Pack Master but they had ignored him. Told him he wasn't anyone's problems but theirs.

[placeabo]

▸ 𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫 .  .  .  . "Jason?" He said as he difficultly opened his eyes trying to adjust to the new surroundings. Figuring out where he was impossible. The marble floor of the cells and the high-quality steel from the cell let him know someone had spent a lot of cash on keeping them comfortable. "why are you naked?" Alcide asked.    𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @handywolfman​​​​ 

Things had been going fairly well —  not hitting on the newest waitress at Merlotte’s or eating Gran’s fresh apple pie, but some degree of relative calm had settled upon Jason’s life. A couple of weeks of calm began feeling like a lifetime, but in hindsight the old expression of the calm before the storm proved horridly correct. Vampires, shifters, and gods were bad enough, but ever since his sister dove head first into werewolf drama, things had escalated to new levels of shit storms. Investigating a few strange deaths and helping out Sookie ended with five werewolves in wolf form growling and frothing something fierce. 

He remembered the gun slipping from his grip, running through the woods, and then.. Jason woke up with a terrible headache. Worse yet he was locked up like some sort of.. well, an animal. He was bruised, a little bloody, though he still had all limbs and digits in tact; clothes were a different matter. The hell was the point?! Was it meant to degrade him, or was some sick piece of shit vampire or werewolf behind all of it? The Stackhouse wasn’t left nursing a bruised ego and aching body for long. 

Among his screams and futile attempts to escape, a group of felonious werewolves broke his solitude to haul in an equally naked and beaten Alcide. Sookie’s friend. Another werewolf. Another person who got wrapped up in chaos. Jason yelled and threatened until his lungs burned, but the werewolves only spat in his direction, leaving them both in dark solitude. Jason sat naked in his cell, hugging his legs close to his chest, and waited. And waited. He almost fell asleep from pure boredom when he heard Alcide’s breathing hitch as he woke and stirred.

❝  Hey, hey, man!  ❞   As if the other man would suddenly disappear, Jason rushed to his feet and crossed the cell to grip the bars of his bondage. If anyone could get them out of their hell, it was Alcide, or Sookie, or other friends on the outside. Hand waved in the air to catch the were’s attention, only for both hands to shoot down to cover his groin when Alcide spoke.  

❝  Got hot, decide to strip my clothes off. Hell nah! These god dang werewolves ripped my clothes off when ah was out. Fuckin’ sick bastards. And, uh, speak for yourself, man. Maybe they jus’ think we have weapons on us or somethin’. Ah don’t want t’ read too much inta’ this. Did Sookie send yuh to rescue me?  ❞    

[iwillnotbow]

Shot in the Dark

@handywolfman

Hazelton Township, Rattler County, Texas

Michael Shepard shifted the truck to park, turning the key off before settling back into the seat. The address was in a nice part of a family-friendly neighborhood, an odd choice for a lone wolf, but who was he to point fingers. He had a home of his own, no family, no wife, he was in no position to cast stones at the stranger. But it spoke well of him that his choice in domicile had a well-maintained exterior and yard. Even now, Michael could see new bags of mulch in a neat pile waiting to be distributed amongst the low flower beds.

Sucking in a breath, he snapped off his seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out into early spring air tinted with past rain. It was a clean smell, though the weather was fighting between chilly and warm. Typical spring. His boots crunched asphalt as he circled the front of his truck, opening the passenger door to retrieve the gift basket (GIFT BASKET, for chrissakes, thanks Hannah) the pack had sent with him. Michael was alpha, of course he'd be the one welcoming the new wolf to the area, but it lacked a certain dignity to him to have this thing in his hand. Had they let him make the decision, he'd have just brought a bottle of scotch and been done with it. But no, the ladies had insisted.

With a sigh, Michael approached the front porch of the modest home, straightening shoulders under a crisp button-down with sleeves rolled 3/4s and topmost buttons undone. He stuffed his keys into a back pocket of his jeans, stepping up the porch before stopping at the door. The main door had been left open, the storm door's screen window allowing a quick view down a bare hallway and stairwell to the side.

Michael reached out to press the doorbell button, casting another look at the basket he was carrying. He let his face fall into pleasant lines as the chime echoed, settling in to wait.

[scribedhorror]

% from handywolfman

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[ txt: Alcide ] so if I were to go out tonight... [ txt: Alcide ] might I run into you again?

[scribedhorror]

@handywolfman || x

He'd only been to this part of the country on book tours before but every time he'd found it intriguing. And now here he was with a rented house — big and solitary, close to the forest — writing a new novel inspired by his surroundings.

Bill hadn't bumped into anyone while he was out running before and thought today would be the same as he shifted and took off into the trees. Apparently, he was wrong because about ten minutes later he spotted the other large wolf bounding through the underbrush.

[mccallofthewild]

@handywolfman

Continued from here.

Jordan grinned and shook his head. He leaned heavily into the man supporting him. He could handle it. Those muscles look like they could bench press a car. "I disagree, stud muffin." Jordan murmured, his fingers tangling in Alcide's beard and scratching under his chin. "I think I haven't had enough. Not until I've had a few drinks with you. But if you want -- if you want to drink them at your place, thay's pretty okay too…" He slurred, pressing into Alcide and nosing into his cheek. "Your jawline… I bet you leave really good bite marks…"

[mccallofthewild]

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"Y'know, y'know what I think?" Jordan asked, a big smile on his lips. "When I first saw you, I thought 'Damn, Daddy!' and then -- and then, I realized what you were. And I was like 'fuck me, I can't get away. No matter where I go. Even all the way out here in Louisiana.' But then I came to senses and was just like 'fuck me, Daddy.' You know?" His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and he wagged his eyes. "Y'know. Because you're a hunk."

[inxspacetime]

@handywolfman: 68. northern lights - kennie.

Danny wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was feeling in that moment. It was as if he were under some sort of spell, drawing him closer and closer to Alcide as the weeks went on. He didn’t even quite realize it until he was there at his place, well past midnight, staring into his eyes as if looking away would cause certain death. And considering his friends abilities, he wouldn’t entirely deny something supernatural was at play - if he didn’t seem equally entranced. 

He leaned in slowly, almost cautiously. Part of him expected to back away or even get up but instead he mirrored his movements. His gaze lowered to his lips for a moment, but quickly found Alcide’s once more. “Tonight is for the two of us…” He whispered, before closing the space between them with a kiss that set off fireworks throughout his entire body.