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𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

pedro pascal, gay, male + he/him → isn’t that ezekiel "zeke" lopez? the story claims that they're the big bad wolf from little red riding hood / three little pigs etc. i hear they’re 48 (112). in the cursed town they’re the owner of the diner / town grump, but back in the fairy tale realm they were the forest menace. they seem to be clever & resourceful, but also hostile & grumpy. their aesthetics include sharp claws and fangs, furrowed brows and low growls in the night, the earthy scent of freshly cut wood/trees.

#grimmsintro #pinned post.#vlad noooooo not yet

pedroncigarettes

#( the wolf wears his scars like a crown ) ⌗ vanity

hcartmade

　　his memories of zeke were vivid, fondly guarded. countless times richard had found himself drawn to him, further so than what their business deals required. two older men who appreciated the quiet company of one another, who shared the joys of cooking together, driving around, having a drink while the rest of the farm fell asleep. pellar's was a small town, but even with limited options, richard would often gravitate to zeke. random calls to see if he'd catch the game at the local pub, or to check if his latest order of meat was up to standards - which richard knew for sure it was, yet the excuse was decent enough.

　　it didn't start that way, it was a merely transactional relationship between two people whose businesses had a natural synergy with one another. but richard had to wonder if his feelings had become deeper than just a casual friendship. for so long he had remained focused on his own business, he lived in his own little world yet he barely noticed the moment when zeke snuck his way in.

　　richard would have not hesitated in his steps as he approached zeke. he would have checked on him, questioned how zeke was doing and how he found himself in that unknown place - perhaps to no avail, as most of those were questions richard himself couldn't properly answer.

　　but it wasn't just richard anymore, was it?

　　"do i?" the huntsman inquired, disregarding any grace the farmer could have granted to the man before him. eyes still fixed on the ears that protruded from his head, something which could have just confused richard, but that made ulric's heart sink to his stomach.

　　reports were scarce on the big bad wolf, not many of his victims making it out to tell the tale...although there were a few. three porks came to mind, a lying shepherd boy, and the latest incident: a boy, his grandfather and a woodsman involved. ulric was fuming when he found out the job had not been taken care of and sightings of the beast continued, casualties too. had it been him on the scene, not only would the wolf's stomach have been cut, but his head would've been the trophy.

　　frustrating failures put aside, at least he got something just as valuable: descriptions.

　　the ears stuck out like a sore thumb, for it had been a common trait all witnesses reported, along with the other common signs of a lycanthrope. but then there were the specifics. average height, brown skin, hair of black and grey with the bloody ears to match. could zeke possibly be his beast?

　　"i've got no time for swimming." his response was blunt, not in time to entertain whoever was standing before him. if it was the wolf, ulric would take care of him later - he was no idiot to try and pit himself against a creature such as that without any proper weapons or armour. zeke trusted richard though, so he considered himself to be safe. for the time being, at least. "i cannot really do 'fun' at the moment. i've been figuring out my way through this...place." he motioned with one hand, pinching his temple as the headache had suddenly returned to him. "i need to return to kehl."

wolftaled

this could go a few different ways, but zeke hoped he'd be spared walking the path of most resistance for once, because the last thing he wanted to do was fight him. not him. he'd happily sacrifice the other half of pellar town, more if needed, only to spare the old farmer. the thought came as naturally as breathing, instinct settling the matter before his mind ever could. not that it would be this simple. unfortunately. he could feel it radiating off the other, could practically taste the hostility lingering in the air. prey froze. predators assessed. richard was assessing. he'd caught the man's gaze lingering on the fur atop his head more than once already, had seen his eyes flick toward the claws, the fangs and zeke knew there were only two ways this would go.

richard chose he didn't particularly care that zeke might not be as harmless as the diner owner had led everyone to believe.

or...

story of his life, really.

he had yet to find out who the other truly was, but again... he wasn't faced with endless possibilities. a king of sorts? unlikely. a royal in general? he didn't seem the kind. he'd been far too comfortable getting his hands dirty on his ranch, too familiar with a dog at his side, too at ease around livestock to have spent his life hidden behind castle walls. for all he knew, he'd been a farmer before, too.

or a hunter.

the thought landed like a knife between the ribs, one eye twitching almost imperceptibly. oh, the irony if zeke found out he'd befriended the enemy... again. last time hadn't exactly ended well, though that had been his fault entirely and he'd stand by it. he'd known it'd only be a matter of time before the huntsman turned on him, so he'd turned first. survival had always come easier than trust.

"guess not."

bitterness had crept into his voice before he could stop it, anticipating the worst and choosing self-preservation over giving in to the quiet whisper somewhere beneath his ribs. figures richard would just become another in a long line of disappointments. one thing all humans seemed to have in common. he was well aware his reputation likely preceded him by now, whatever memories the man had regained, but... he'd expected more. from someone he'd shared so much with. someone whose company he'd sought out without ever really questioning why. he'd simply stopped watching him the way he watched everyone else. no suspicion. no caution. somewhere along the way, the old farmer had wandered into whatever passed for safe in zeke's world.

"why? someone waiting for you? doubt it."

they'd woken up here for a reason and he doubted richard had any greater purpose in this than he did. or the little deer he'd been chasing before running into the old farmer on the road. which reminded him... where had the little thing run off to? zeke could've used a snack, his stomach rumbling in protest. his ears pulled back before swivelling toward the treeline, conversation fading beneath the distant birdsong as instinct reached farther than reason. frightened hooves made a different sound than relaxed ones. lighter. quicker. easier to chase. his nose lifted before he consciously thought to breathe in, testing the breeze for the lingering scent. still there. faint now. his mouth watered despite himself.

no, he wasn't angry that richard seemed far too eager to get away from him instead of greeting an all-too familiar face in confusing times. not. at. all. it didn't bother him in the slightest, because why would it? they were nothing to each other. clearly. nothing at all. his ears, however, betrayed him, pinning back for the briefest of moments before flicking upright again as though nothing had happened.

"kehl."

that earned the other man a curious tilt of the head, almost involuntary. names rarely meant much to zeke. territories did. kehl was one of the kingdoms his forest bordered onto. had they met before? could he... simply not remember yet? zeke knew who passed through his woods. always. nobody trespassed without him noticing; he'd made sure of that. merchants, hunters, wandering nobles... every last one left behind a scent, a trail, something to remember them by. and yet, looking at the man before him now, he couldn't place him anywhere beyond pellar town.

"don't know where we are," he admitted eventually, dark eyes drifting toward the unfamiliar treeline before settling back on the older man. "but we're both far from home." not that a human would ever understand, or care to. but even if zeke couldn't explain it in human terms, he just knew. the wind smelled wrong. the earth beneath his feet felt unfamiliar. this forest breathed differently than his own.

#hcartmade / 001 #hcartmade

hcartmade

　　it was don who made ulric aware of the sudden presence before them - quite frankly, a testament to the value of keeping the dog around. his barks pointed the huntsman to the other side of the road, where he was suddenly confronted with a familiar face. a familiar face to richard, at least.

　　luna's diner had been one of the most profitable clients to the hartwin farm, and he had years of receipts and bills to prove it. not only that, but the owner had become quite a close friend to richard - as close as richard would allow friends to be. even in pellar's town, richard was a man who kept to himself, but unlike ulric, he would often go out of his way to change that. bars, dinner parties, he would even host the ocasional grill cookout at the farm. and one ezekiel lopez would often be around.

　　with their appreciation of fine meats to bond over, richard and zeke had come to have a very intimate relationship, intimate in more ways than one. to find him there, unkempt and distraught, sent a shiver down the huntsman's spine. whatever had happened, it had not been just him. was pellar's town just...gone? could an entire town just vanish from existence? leave its residents stranded in the middle of nowhere, with memories of two completely different lives?

　　"ezekiel..."

　　before ulric could move any closer towards him, don had put himself between the two men. his body lowered down, ears and tail tucked, teeth showing with a defensive growl. the owner turned his gaze down at the german shepherd, baffled at the sudden reaction. don knew zeke, and not only that, but at times ulric could have sworn that he got along better with the diner's owner than with himself. always circling around him, sniffling him out, lapping at his fingers as if to get a taste of whatever zeke had been cooking.

　　"hey, hey calm down, boy." richard was back for one moment, taking don by the collar and reeling him back in, calloused fingers combing through the thick fur. the dog reluctantly obeyed, even if his head remained turned towards ezekiel. the owner then followed, taking in the sight of zeke for the first time. his face stone cold as he realised what don was making him aware of. the ears. the claws. the fangs. something had changed. that wasn't just zeke any longer.

　　"...where have you been?"

wolftaled

zeke, the gruff diner owner, hadn't exactly been a social creature by design, but he'd found a handful of people in town he felt safe enough around to let his guard down. some more than others. some he'd merely turned to for satisfaction, others had managed to worm their way beneath his skin and become something... different. more personal. he'd never spent much time trying to understand it, had chosen instead to bury the questions and enjoy whatever came of it while it lasted.

richard had been one of those.

zeke had felt drawn to him for as long as he could remember. looking back, it was almost ironic that the wolf would find himself lingering around the man responsible for putting meat on half the town's tables. then again, perhaps it wasn't ironic at all. richard never talked more than necessary, never demanded anything of him and never seemed bothered by the comfortable silence that settled whenever they shared a space. he'd invited zeke over for the occasional cookout, supplied the diner with enough quality meat to keep him happy and somehow, had become one of the very few people whose company the wolf didn't instinctively want to escape.

or bite.

truth be told, zeke had never really stopped to question why. he'd simply found himself saying yes whenever richard asked, lingering a little longer than intended whenever the evening drew to a close. the attraction had never announced itself with grand revelations or racing hearts. it had been quieter than that. instinctive. the same quiet certainty that told him which paths through the forest were safe to follow and which weren't. zeke liked him.

and zeke didn't like anyone.

well...

almost anyone.

curiosity lingered as dark eyes studied the man before him. the face was richard's, but the name that had slipped from his lips hadn't been. neither had the look in his eyes. had he gone through the same thing? the same memories clawing their way back to the surface, the same feeling of waking up in a body that suddenly made sense?

“it's zeke, you know that.” his ears flicked at the sound of his full name, nose wrinkling almost instinctively. ezekiel. who did he think he was, his father? the thought earned nothing more than the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth before it disappeared again.

his attention shifted the moment the shepherd let out another growl. dark eyes dropped to the dog, his own posture stiffening almost without thinking as a quiet rumble settled low in his chest in answer. the damn mutt had never minded him before. if anything, it'd always hovered nearby whenever zeke visited the farm, hoping for scraps or sneaking in a pat while richard wasn't looking. now it watched him like he'd grown a second head.

...well.

he supposed he kind of had.

for one brief moment, instinct urged him to meet the challenge head-on, but richard's hand found the dog's collar before either of them had the chance to decide how that would've ended. good. zeke had no interest in proving a point to an overgrown lapdog.

head tilting ever so slightly, he mulled over the question he'd been asked. where have you been? did he mean since they'd last seen each other? because that answer was... considerably longer than the one he was probably looking for.

"lake," he answered eventually, offering a small shrug. "woke up in the forest, felt like taking a swim." his damp curls and clothes still clinging stubbornly to his frame filled in the rest well enough. “wanna join me?” the invitation slipped out before he'd really given it any thought. perhaps it was instinct. perhaps it was simply richard. either way, zeke wasn't about to take it back.

"unless you're headed somewhere important," he continued, glancing briefly down the empty road before looking back at the older man. which, given they were apparently stranded in... wherever this was, seemed unlikely. the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. "it'll be fun."

#hcartmade / 001 #hcartmade

bredgrimmed

when he first threw the fruit, he didn't pay too much attention to who he had thrown it with. plus, his senses weren't one hundred percent back yet. they came in and out, mixing in between how he was at pride rock and how he was in pellar's town. it was so annoying. yet, one thing was certain, he was in the presence of another shifter. not one like him, no. a dog. yuck. he didn't fully smell like one quite yet, but he was getting there.

enzi started to climb down from the tree, but the claws were no longer extracted. that was annoying since he had to rely on his human-side of things. “it's going to keep you more energized than going without it.” he scoffed as his feet finally hit the ground. he brushed his clothes off, still finding it weird that he had to wear any in that moment. being around so much wildlife was reminding him of home. not pellar's town, his old home. “you're more than happy to go chase a chicken. i heard one clucking along a couple of moments ago.” his hands went over to his hips as he popped them out to the right side a little bit. “you think those big arms of yours can sail a boat?” he seized the other up quickly, not shying away from it.

wolftaled

zeke thought he had himself mostly under control by now. his senses still faded in and out, his head throbbing every now and then with the sheer intensity of it all, but he'd adjust. he always did. besides, this... this felt right. he'd only just remembered who he was beyond zeke, the gruff diner owner with grease-stained hands and an endless supply of coffee. truth be told, he'd liked being him. it hadn't been a bad life. but this felt like slipping back into skin he'd been born to wear, instincts settling where they belonged as though they'd merely been sleeping all this time.

"energized?" a quiet scoff escaped him, dark eyes dropping to the fruit once more. "doubt it." fruit had never featured particularly high on his list of preferred meals. he was a predator, not something that spent its days grazing beneath the trees. still, he made no move to throw it away, rolling it idly between his fingers instead. at the mention of a chicken, however, his ears perked almost instantly, the movement so instinctive he didn't seem to notice it himself. "really?" the question came just a touch too quickly, a glimmer of genuine interest flashing across his features before he cleared his throat, attempting to recover at least a shred of dignity. "...i could go for a chicken."

his gaze drifted toward the water glimmering through the trees, nose wrinkling almost imperceptibly. "a boat?" shoulders rose in an easy shrug. "can't say i've ever needed one. i just... swim." after all, rivers had never been much of an obstacle. oceans, admittedly, were another matter entirely. his eyes found the other again, lingering for a beat longer than before. "you know what to do?" he could provide the muscle, that wouldn't be a problem.

#bredgrimmed / 001 #bredgrimmed

perotovar

Y'know, a few days after you broke up with me, I threw up every morning on set. Thought it was heartbreak or flu... Whatever. Sorry I never mentioned it to you.

PEDRO PASCAL as LUCIEN DE LEON The Uninvited (2024) dir. Nadia Conners

#꒰ big bad wolf. feared by many. loved by few ꒱ ⌗ visage

bredgrimmed

✎ status: open ✎ location: motunui, trying to get away from the water ✎ estimated time: 20:00

being woken up from the curse was one thing, but to end up on an island felt limiting for him. he was so close to where hades had resurrected him in the first place, why couldn't he go there? enzi had tried several times to shift into his lion form, but there was never something that seemed to stick. the best he could do was summon up his claws long enough to climb up one of the trees. then, when he heard someone passing by, he glanced down at them and threw a piece of fruit at their head. “ eat up. you're going to need your energy if we're going to escape from here. ” a cunning smile formed on his face as he looked to see if he should climb down. “ we can help each other. ”

wolftaled

the rustle overhead barely registered before something came hurtling toward him. his hand shot up on instinct, fingers curling around the fruit before it'd ever had the chance to meet his face. only then did his gaze wander upward, nose twitching long before his eyes settled on the stranger lounging comfortably amongst the branches. cat. the realization came almost immediately. not the small, skittish kind that prowled around villages hoping for scraps, but something altogether larger. stronger. the scent carried warmth, dry earth and predator, unfamiliar enough that his head tilted ever so slightly to the side and his nose scrunched up just a little. whatever the man was, he'd never encountered anything quite like him. interesting.

his gaze dropped to the fruit resting in his palm before a quiet huff escaped through his nose. "thoughtful," he mused, rolling it lazily between his fingers. "though i'm fairly certain this isn't going to keep me alive." one corner of his mouth pulled upward, the hint of a fang flashing as dark eyes found the other once more. "i've always preferred my meals to put up a fight." whether that was a joke or a warning remained deliberately unclear. after a beat, his shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug. "escaping does sound preferable to rotting away on an island, though. i suppose that depends on what exactly you think i can help you with." had he tried swimming yet?

#bredgrimmed #bredgrimmed; enzi #bredgrimmed / 001

hcartmade

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼: 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 . 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢 .

　　his awakening was painful. his back ached as it rested against the cobbled pavement of a road he did not know, in a kingdom he had never been to. it was the nuzzling of a wet nose that made ulric push himself up by his arms and was confronted by an all too familiar set of big brown eyes. don, his loyal dog, a dog he did not own until he came to be one richard hartwin. how could a name he went by for so long feel so foreign all of a sudden? 　　he was a huntsman. ulric, the royal hunstman to his king...his king... 　　"snow white...snow white...." his lips uttered the name in worry, as he finally manged to plant his feet on the ground. where was his king? could he be in danger? ulric had seen him there, in pellar's town. he was an animal physician of sorts, veterinarian? whatever it was, the town was gone, and so was his king. he had to find him, him and florian. find the castle, find anyone who could give a single answer to his million questions. the huntsman aimlessly walked down the road, allowing the stranger dog to follow him as it pushed his snout against the man's hand. it seemed he still believed ulric to be richard. perhaps he always knew he was somewhere in there.

@grimmsarticles

wolftaled

branches and leaves slapped him across the face as he ran, lost in the chase, until the forest suddenly gave way beneath his feet. claws skidded across cobblestone instead of damp earth and the wolf stumbled, catching himself with a curse under his breath before coming to an abrupt stop. his eyes drifted shut as he drew in a slow breath, trying to make sense of the world around him. too many noises. birds squabbled overhead, insects buzzed somewhere in the undergrowth and water rushed somewhere off in the distance. nothing unusual for a forest, really, yet after years of dull human senses every little sound seemed determined to claw its way into his skull. goddamn birds could never shut up. not even back home.

he barely had time to collect himself before another scent drifted his way. his head snapped toward it, a low growl already rumbling in his chest, only for it to die almost as quickly as it'd begun. dark eyes settled on the older man standing a short distance away, clearly just as shaken as he was, accompanied by a dog whose wet nose seemed intent on making sure its master hadn't vanished into thin air.

"...richard?"

curiosity slowly replaced caution as his gaze wandered over the farmer. old memories or new, he remembered him. richard had been one of the few people he'd seen regularly in pellar town and thinking back on it now, he couldn't quite believe he'd never snuck onto the man's property under the cover of night to help himself to a chicken or four. then again, he'd never really needed to. the diner had fed him well enough and richard... richard had somehow become familiar enough to leave alone.

his nose wrinkled as it drifted toward the dog again. zeke had never cared much for them. wolves and dogs were close enough in blood, yet far too different in temperament. most were loud, overeager creatures with far too much to prove. this one, at least, seemed to have better things to do than bark at him.

head tilting ever so slightly, he studied the man in silence. so the town hadn't simply disappeared. they'd all been there. every last one of them. trapped in lives that had never truly belonged to them, only to wake somewhere entirely different with memories that felt both ancient and brand new.

"you know where we are?"

truth be told, zeke hadn't bothered finding out himself. he'd woken with grass beneath his feet, the wind calling to him and freedom thrumming beneath his skin. he'd run until his legs burned, thrown himself into the nearest lake without a second thought and only gotten dressed again because wandering through unfamiliar woods naked seemed bound to become awkward eventually. his clothes still clung damply to his frame, curls refusing to dry, though he hardly noticed. what he did notice was richard... or rather, whoever richard truly was. because the man standing before him wasn't just a farmer anymore.

neither, judging by the way the other's eyes lingered on the ears perched atop his head, was zeke.

#hcartmade #hcartmade / 001 #hcartmade; ulric

petalsandwinds

closed starter for @wolftaled

"one weird thing after another. it's beginning to get annoying." cyrus grumbled to himself as he stomped his way. wet clothes, an aching body, and his stumble was beginning to grumble in protest. the normally gentle boy and vindictive woman inside of him was currently waging a war. granted, it's not like he had any magic so he supposed he wouldn't be able to do anything other than fiddle with his crystals and hope for the best.

the wiccan let out a soft sigh as he shook his head. his eyes slipping close for a moment, which was the wrong moment apparently cause he found himself bumping into someone. "crap!" he grumbled as he fell back on his ass rather ungracefully and sighed. "apologies. didn't mean to run into you like that." he says as he looks up at the other. "you have any idea where we are?"

wolftaled

there were far too many people in this forest. their scents tangled together until they became almost indistinguishable, overwhelming the wolf who had only just regained his senses. every breeze carried another unfamiliar trail, every step stirred up another stranger's presence. if the scents tested his patience, though, the noise proved far worse. birds chirped overhead, voices drifted through the trees wherever he went and the forest buzzed with a liveliness he'd never associated with it. it reminded him, rather annoyingly, of the diner around noon, when every table was full and everyone seemed convinced they had to speak louder than the person beside them.

he'd gone for a swim in hopes of drowning it all out, eager to disappear beneath the water if only for a few blissfully quiet moments. it had worked... until he found himself pulling his clothes back on and someone had the audacity to walk straight into him. zeke hardly budged, the stranger, on the other hand, finding himself unceremoniously on the forest floor instead.

dark eyes settled on the young man without much sympathy. he made no move to help him back to his feet, head tilting to the side, simply watching him where he sat as though he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

"all this forest..." the words came low, little more than a rumble in the back of his throat, touched with equal parts disbelief and annoyance. "...and you still managed to walk into me?" truth be told, the little human was lucky zeke had already eaten. otherwise he might've been tempted to make room for dessert, even if the scent drifting off him wasn't particularly appetizing. not entirely human, unfortunately. pity. after deer, humans were still his favorite snack.

"no." the answer came as bluntly as the question had been asked. "but i've gathered enough to know there are far too many people wandering around here."

#petalsandwinds / 001 #petalsandwinds; cyrus #petalsandwinds

thclittleprince

closed starter for @wolftaled

he wanted to go home-- right now it didn't even matter to which; pellar's town or the black forest. he just wanted to go home. nobody seemed to have any answers; nobody seemed to know why they were here, or what was going on, or how to get out. he didn't know what was more frustrating. the fact that everything in that moment just felt entirely hopeless or the fact that despite finding other people here, other people from pellar's town here, he hadn't found anyone from the black forest yet. was he really alone here or was he just so unimportant that they were here, but they weren't looking for him. grumbling to himself as he moved through a small settling of trees outside the castle town's walls, the closest he'd been to comfortable since waking up here with his head a mess, he kicked at the trunk of a tree out of frustration only to miss and, accidentally, kick a man he hadn't realized was there in the shin. one day he would learn to be careful what he wished for.

“oh my gosh, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to do that, are you okay? you're probably okay, i didn't kick you very hard-- i'm not really known for being strong, or anything like that, but i still shouldn't have kicked you; and i know i already said it but i really am--” taking a step back as he rambled, his words cut off just shy of the end of their downpour as he realized he recognized the man he had kicked. he was from the black forest. the big. bad. wolf. “…sorry…”

wolftaled

the past week had been an utter mess; from dreams invading his nights to his body fighting him at every turn, he'd seen it all. at first it'd only been restlessness, which really wasn't all that uncommon for him, but this time it settled somewhere deep in his gut and refused to leave. scents had intensified, sounds sharpened and his skin had felt ... strange. even that hadn't seemed entirely out of place. he'd always carried the lingering feeling that there was more to him, though he'd never had anything to base it on.

with memories trickling back in, everything finally made sense. everything. that unshakable feeling he'd never been able to explain suddenly had a name, a reason, a lifetime behind it. whether he was happy about it or not... well, that remained to be seen. he'd closed the diner for the day and disappeared into the woods to clear his head, but something must've been waiting for him there, because he'd woken somewhere else entirely.

well... not entirely.

he knew a forest when he stood in one.

it was the first time in... who even knew how long... that he'd breathed forest air knowing exactly who he was. he'd tugged off his boots and socks to feel the earth beneath his feet and simply... breathed. he hadn't felt freedom like this in... a long time. longer than that. he'd missed it. this wasn't his forest, but it was close enough that his body didn't seem to care. he'd abandoned his clothes the moment he found water, diving into the nearest lake without a second thought, only to regret getting dressed again far too soon. modern clothes were restrictive. suffocating. they clung to his skin in all the wrong places.

so he ran.

for as long as his legs would carry him... and then longer still. he pushed himself well past the point of reason, muscles burning, lungs demanding mercy, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. not when every stride felt like reclaiming something stolen from him. branches whipped against his arms, damp earth gave beneath his feet and for the first time since waking up in that damned little town, he felt whole.

only once the pleasant ache finally settled into his bones did he allow himself to collapse beneath the trees. chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, dark hair tousled by the wind, clothes wrinkled beyond saving as sleep claimed him without so much as asking.

peace, however, never lasted.

he'd caught the little one's scent the moment it wandered into the area, but he'd paid it no mind... not until now. what a rude awakening. and the damn thing just wouldn't stop talking either.

a low growl rumbled somewhere deep in his chest as he pushed himself upright. ears flicked instinctively toward the sound before amber eyes finally settled on the young deer. nostrils flared, drawing in another slow breath and the scent hit him all at once.

fresh.

alive.

prey.

his lips curled, just enough to bare the sharp edges of his fangs. “far from home, little one... aren't you?” one thing he certainly hadn't missed was the hunger. after all the running he'd done and the nap that followed, he'd woken ravenous.

and dinner had chosen to serve itself.

claws flexed lazily at his sides as the corners of his mouth tugged into something that almost resembled a smile. every breeze carried the little deer's scent straight to him, warm and impossibly tempting, coaxing another slow rumble from somewhere deep within his stomach. poor thing.

the wolf had only just come home.

#thclittleprince #thclittleprince / 001 #ahfskl im sorry this got so long #ty so much for the starter tho and sorry about zeke ahh

pedrospascaled

PEDRO PASCAL as Lucien De Leon The Uninvited (2024) dir. Nadia Conners

#꒰ big bad wolf. feared by many. loved by few ꒱ ⌗ visage

rewritingtales

with their magic getting stronger and stronger, he wondered if he could conjure that machine for his guard. “i'll see what i can do for you.” a short nod and didn't spend too much time on the topic.

the closeness between them was welcomed, but that was pretty much it. if it were anyone else, he would have been on the offense. “i know. i know you better than most.” aside from that old man, pup, and those pigs.

a pleased smirk formed on his face as he moved his left hand up to brush his fingers through the wolf's hair. “my good little wolf. you wouldn't stop running until you caught them, would you?”

good to know that he would always have him if he wanted. “i want you to be comfortable while you're here too. take off your clothes if you want. feel as free as if you were in your own home.” he wouldn't mind the view either.

he moved his hand down to scratch the man's facial hair right under his chin, then back up to scratch the spot behind his ear. “maybe i should get a specially made dog whistle from cruellius in that case.”

the evil king wanted to keep his control around the people that made him feel like home. that reminded him he didn't have to be the once monarch, reduced to someone that was weak.

wolftaled

zeke wouldn't agree if heinrich shared his thoughts, because unlike he may think, the wolf didn't exactly value close relationships - or any sort of relationship. he hadn't for the longest time. red had been an accident, a risk he'd taken many times before only that he had turned out more resilient than expected. most broke under the influence of the moon, the guilt and the terror, but red hadn't. he'd ... prevailed. much to zeke's surprise, but that didn't mean he knew zeke. nor did his grandfather.

he'd always been alone and had always only relied on himself.

now heinrich didn't exactly know much about him either, but zeke would argue that it was plenty. even aside from the physical aspects. he.. knew quite a bit of him. what made him tick, what made him thump his leg in a proverbial way, what angered him and ...well, he liked to think the old king was much more observant than most. maybe for selfish reasons, but that didn't matter. he saw zeke. he felt seen when he was with him and that alone.. was worth everything.

not that he'd tell him that. or planned to.

eyes fluttered shut and he pushed into that hand in his hair just a little, making sure to let him know the touch was very much appreciated. "not until i found it." if the monster's demise was his king's wish, then so be it.

oh. well. "i'm comfy here." with him. maybe he felt a bit out of place in a proper home like this, his own cabin much more rustic and ..well, a lot less impressive than heinrich's place, but it didn't matter. home... was where the heart is, right? wasn't that something humans always said? well, he agreed. his preposition made the wolf grin faintly though. "could just tell me you wanna see me naked." if that was his wish, zeke would oblige. unlike other wolves, probably, zeke had always found a certain comfort in clothes. they bore more upsides rather than downsides, especially because he was not completely wrapped in fur most of the time.

"whistle? don't need it, but if you wanna be all fancy about it." he'd always hear him regardless, though if he felt safer with a whistle for it, then who was he to deny him that?

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the answer was not surprising, but it still did warrant a little leaning in from the mayor. the wolf fascinated him. he wanted to study him inside and out, but he knew that he couldn't get to all of those parts without magic. or a really good interrogation. he turned the red apple around in his hand, needing something to distract himself with.

the indoors was never quiet enough for him, but maybe that was because he tormented more lives than he could count. “have you ever tried one of those noise machines? modern inventions have gotten quite enhanced.”

although he didn't seem pleased with that fact. if one were to closely pay attention, they'd see the beginnings of a scowl form on his features. “sometimes the memory of other living creatures can get in the way of your own thoughts.”

not that he thought that was the case for his guard dog. zeke seemed to like when things were busy. “i could conjure up a beast and send you chasing after it in the woods.” if not, he had a couple of people on speed dial that probably could. hell, maleficent could even turn into one. “do you not feel wanted here?” he could have meant the town, but the former king was talking about his own home.

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zeke let out a low rumble, more a vibration in his chest than words. “noise machine,” he muttered, shaking his head, claws flexing inside his boots. “trees, wind, creek. that’s all i need. hummin’ won’t help me think.”

he shifted closer, shoulder brushing lightly against heinrich’s as he moved, tail twitching under the calm exterior. “and yeah… i feel wanted,” he said, voice rough, eyes flicking up to meet heinrich’s. “just… wanted you to...”

his fingers flexed along the edge of the stone wall, brushing against heinrich’s when the breeze shifted. low, fond growl escaping him. “you’d send me after a beast just to see me run.” a flash of teeth, not a threat, more a tease. “and i’d go. you know i would.”

he leaned in a little, curls brushing against his forehead, nose catching the faint scent of apples and something sharper. “walls make the air weird,” he murmured. “can’t breathe right when hearts are too close. but you? you call me, i come. always gonna.”

zeke's eyes softened a fraction, amber catching the sunlight, tail flicking in satisfaction at that unspoken bond. “don’t mean i hate the indoors,” he added, rough rumble in his chest, “just means… i like it better when you’re the one callin’ me in.”

even in his gruff, bad-with-words way, he made it clear… here, with heinrich, he was exactly where he wanted to be. at least right now.

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zeke [ @wolftaled ] gets the evil king

after being woken up, the garden in the mayor's house had began to flourish more and more. with an apple tree right in the center. as he stepped outside and saw his precious guard dog, a small smile formed on his face. he even whistled out for him.

"i'm starting to think that you hate the indoors. why is it that if i want to find you, it's always outdoors or in the kitchen?" even though his brows perked up as he asked the question, he didn't really need an answer. he was just happy that zeke had decided to still stick around. “tell me, what's on your bucket list right now?”

wolftaled

zeke was—after all—not man, but beast instead, so of course he favored the outside to being caged in. the air felt cleaner out here, the light softer. it moved through his fur, or what would’ve been fur, if the world still allowed him that form. but he couldn’t deny the perks of leaning into the thin thread of humanity he called his own. sometimes.

it was the whistle that did it. that small, careless sound that slipped past heinrich’s lips and caught him right in the chest. his heart stuttered, traitorous thing that it was. he turned his head, ears twitching to a sound that didn’t exist anymore, but memory filled in the blanks well enough.

his eyes tracked the apple tree before finding heinrich again, the corner of his mouth pulling into a faint smile. “indoors gets too quiet,” he said, shifting his weight, rolling his shoulders like he could shake off the stiffness of walls and ceilings. “out here, things breathe back.”

he tilted his head at the question, pretending to think. bucket list. the words tasted strange on his tongue. “hmm,” he hummed, gaze dragging over the garden, then back to him, softer now. “not much of a list kind of guy. i just wanna—” he stopped, searching for the right word, one that didn’t sound too human. “run. maybe bite into something that bites back. and… maybe,” his voice dropped, a faint smirk curling there, “stay where i’m wanted.” maybe more than …stay.

he didn’t say by who. didn’t need to.

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normally, henrich would have been annoyed at the idea of someone twisting his memories. enraged at the magic that took over. yet, considering how he had left things off in the fairy tale realm, this was a blessing in disguise for him. he didn't have to worry about being thrown out of the palace and had to see leopold and florian rule together. as the mayor, he had the power in pellar's town once again. so now he was going to have to see how he could shift that power over to present-day.

he didn't want to give up his power, even if people wanted to take away his metaphorical crown again. zeke would be able to help him with that. his wolf was great at giving him information and doing what he wanted once upon a time. why would he not want to pick that up again? they could figure out where they were going next together. safety came in numbers and it was increasingly clear that he needed an army.

so he had to make sure that he focused on one thing at a time. to start off, food was the main concern for him. making sure that zeke was not only a good cook, but that he knew what he liked. as he continued to taste the things on his plate, he became more and more impressed. pleasant noises came from his side.

the evil king places his fork down on the plate and picked up one of his napkins. he moaned softly while wiping his mouth clean. then his eyes landed on the big bad wolf again. admiring the man that he knew now and the monster that he knew before. should he compliment him or make it work for it?

he'd be a good king today. “this has been the best thing that i've had in my mouth in a while. you really outshined yourself with this. it tastes just like him, but even better.” which was a sign as to what he was going to say after that. he took a sip of his drink before setting that down as well. then he leaned closer to the counter, that way zeke could head and smell him all that he wanted.

"we can stay here while everything is being rebuilt over there." henrich let the words slip into the air for a while before continuing. “since here we have a kingdom we can rule out of. unless you know something i don't?”

wolftaled

with the object of his desire right in front of him, it was far too easy to get lost. watching heinrich taste his food—his creation—was a dangerous kind of distraction. every flicker of pleasure, every low sound, tugged something deep and old in zeke’s chest. but discipline won out, at least for now. ears stayed tuned to the man’s voice, his heartbeat, even as his feet carried him across the diner. he moved like instinct made flesh—silent, smooth, a predator dressed in denim and cotton.

after dropping dishes off in the kitchen, he came back out with fresh plates balanced on his arm. they found homes quickly enough, though his gaze kept drifting to where heinrich sat. someone by the door waved for service, and zeke didn’t even glance their way. his body already knew its path—straight back to him. he leaned against the counter beside him, arms crossed, stance casual in appearance but coiled tight underneath.

approval rolled off heinrich’s tongue, warm and deliberate, and zeke felt it vibrate all the way down to his bones. the sound of satisfaction—that sound—always had a way of short-circuiting him. feeding people had always been gratifying, but feeding him? that was something else entirely.

impatience gnawed at him before long. the wolf in him stirred, stretching under his skin. he leaned in again, elbows braced on the counter, close enough to catch the scent of him—rich, familiar, maddening. when that low, throaty moan left heinrich’s lips, zeke nearly forgot where he was. his breath hitched, eyes fluttered half-lidded. instinct took over. he breathed him in, deep, greedy, until it filled his lungs and burned there.

once master, always…

he blinked, grounding himself, a low rumble trailing under his next words. “nah,” he muttered, voice gone rough, “it’s good here.”

a pause. then, quieter—like it cost him something to admit, “better than home. more possibilities.”

he wanted to believe that. maybe he did. pellar had given him peace of a sort, and heinrich—heinrich made it real. the woods still called, always would, but here? he could be both. the wolf and the man.

without thinking, he dipped his head slightly, posture instinctively lowering, a half-bow he hadn’t performed in centuries. only when he caught himself did he straighten again, jaw tight, eyes averted just enough to hide the flush creeping into his cheeks. a flick of an ear, the faintest twitch of a tail that wasn’t there.

still, when he spoke again, his tone was softer. deferent. “you’ve already got your kingdom,” he said, eyes flicking up at him, gold catching the light. “and you know i’ll guard it. same as before.”

the last few words carried the ghost of a growl—promise and memory tangled into one.

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