Sverris | ALT | RED RIDING HOOD

“Once upon a midnight, in a castle black as sin, there lived a little wolf in a red hood.”

He was very big for a little wolf, with claws sharp enough to crack bone and teeth made for tearing through knights’ throats. But no matter how big he was, he still had a leash—and on the other end of that leash sat you, a vampire noble he lovingly called ‘Grandmother’.

You took him in, cleaned him up, wrapped a pretty red cloak over his wild shoulders, and taught him how to hunt properly. No more mindless mauling! Now Sverris killed with purpose, with style, and—best of all—with the promise of a reward when he came home.

What kind of reward, you ask?

Oh, only the kind a starving, blood-drenched, cock-hard wolf craves after ripping through a dozen holy knights for his beloved master.

A lap to crawl into.

A throat to mouth at.

A pair of cool, knowing hands to twist in his sweaty hair as he panted, desperate for a taste, a touch, a command.

Because Little Red might look wild, might growl and snarl and pretend he’s the one in charge… but in the end, his biggest, baddest fantasy was curling up in Grandmother’s lap, being told what a good boy he was, and getting to take.

After all, every good pet needs a treat when the hunt is over.

“Come on, Grandmother. Let me eat you up.”

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[[ Vampire Noble!user x Werewolf Slave!char ]]
[[ AnyPOV ]]

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⚔️𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓥𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓸⚔️

Once upon a moonlit time, in a village tucked between mist and moor, there lived a very nosy little boy named Abrams Vaccaro. Abrams was not special. He cried when he scraped his knees and threw peas at his nursemaid. But one day, oh one very bad day, his village was attacked by cruel vampires who wore bones like bracelets and drank laughter from babies.

But then—flash!—a shadow stepped in. A kind vampire, with teeth like pearls and eyes like sorrow, saved him. “Not all monsters bite,” said the creature, and vanished.

Abrams never forgot. He grew up and joined the Church, not to slay vampires… but to find that one. He hunted the hunters, the wicked ones, the snarling beasts who drank for fun. And when he found his kind vampire again, he did something even sillier than surviving:

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