Finally it was Sunday. Through some absolute miracle, Arthur and his merry bands of dweebs finally managed to finish their potion, though they had no way to really test it. That was the main reason they were all crammed into Oliver and James' room, to discuss what to expect from the potion.

"Any known side effects?" was Matthew's first question.

Arthur frowned. "Didn't I just say that we haven't been able to test it yet? I don't know. Maybe. If there is, it's probably nothing major; maybe some itching, headaches, flu-like symptoms, hair loss-"

"Hair loss?" Allen interrupted. "No way man, my looks are my money makers! I can't be bald! I'm not drinking that, no way in hell." He crossed his arms and scowled in a way that he probably thought seemed cool and determined, but he just looked like a petulant child.

Oliver pouted, his lower lip trembling like a puppy's ass when he sees snow for the first time. "Allen," he started, already going into scolding-mom mode. "Arthur and his friends worked very hard on this, at your insistence, might I add. You're being quite rude to just refuse it. Come on, don't you want to be able to run free in the woods tonight with the rest of us?"

Seeing that Allen wasn't about to budge, Oliver resorted to something he had accidentally discovered last week. He batted his lashes, hand splayed across Allen's arm, and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Please? ...Alpha?"

Allen choked on his spit and coughed sharply. "W-well... When you say it like that..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and groaned, defeated. "Damn it, fine. I'll drink the goop, and we can all have fun in the woods and shit. You're awful, you know that?"

Oliver giggled and patted his arm. "But you love it. Now apologize to Arthur, before I sign you up for the spring fling planning committee."

Allen looked horrified. "Hey, you said you wouldn't do that again! It was hard enough to rebuild my rep after last time; can you imagine what a second year would do to me?" He huffed and turned to Arthur. "Sorry, Artie. It was uncool of me."

Oliver smiled and hugged him. "There you go! Well, now that that's over, I have volleyball practice, and if I'm late Berwald'll make me run laps afterwards. Obviously, I can't do that tonight, so toodles! See you guys at 5!" He picked up his sports bag and kissed Allen's cheek, skipping out of the room before anyone could stop him.

Matthew sighed. "We didn't even talk about the hunters' plan to do a stake out. I know we have Hal, Timo, and Abel's help, but we still don't have an actual plan. This is a bit ridiculous, don't you think?" He looked to James for confirmation, and got a sharp nod in response. "Thank you! Shouldn't we go talk to them about this? Have an idea of how the hell we're going to survive tonight?"

The door to room suddenly swung open, and the three aforementioned people entered. "What's up sluts, guess who just got back from prison?"

Halvard slapped the swan shapeshifter on the back of the head and scowled. "Abel, I don't care if you're on the swim team. Don't quote 50% off, or I'll kick your ass. Ya fuckin' weeb."

Timo pouted and flung himself at the Norwegian, hanging off him like a sloth. "Hal," he whined. "Don't insult anime! I know you like My Little Monster, you hypocrite. And everybody knows it's 'cause you think Haru's hot, and he reminds you of A-"

Halvard slapped a hand over Timo's mouth, stopping him from revealing who the socially awkward ruffian reminded him of. Because that's actually a secret to anybody at this point. Well, it kind of is to you-know-who. Anyway, moving on.

"We're here to help, or whatever," Halvard told the group of werewolves, plus Arthur. "So, here's the plan..."


"Come on, Viktor, that was an easy toss," Oliver scolded. "I know you're trying, but you attempting to sync with my toss isn't going to help. Jump how you normally would, and let me bring the ball to you. It's my job to sync with you, got it? You're making it hard, changing your jump every time. Just go at your own speed, and I'll bring the ball to you. Let's go again."

The dark haired Russian grunted in response, getting back into position as Oliver sent a wicked jump float serve to the other team. Leon received it with a grunt, and Heracles tossed it to Yao, who spiked it into Ivan's waiting arms on the other side. He sent to Oliver, who tossed it directly into the path of Viktor's swing. The ball smashed right through Heracles' block, scoring another point for Oliver's team.

Oliver raised his hands to give Viktor a high ten, regretting it instantly when he didn't hold back. The Brit winced, but didn't stop smiling. "You got it! Good job, Viktor, at was great. What do you think, Berwald? Pretty good, huh?"

The captain turned around from where he was talking to Salvetorio about improving his serve, and gave them a thumbs up. "Yeah, it was great," Berwald said, in a tone that implied that he had absolutely no idea if it was great or not.

"It's coming along nicely," Coach Vargas assured them from the sidelines. "Yao, you need to work on your aim. You hit that straight to Ivan. You wanna do the same at the prelims?"

Yao grimaced. "No sir. Heracles, mind sending me more tosses?" He turned to the obviously tired setter, who clearly wanted to disagree. Oliver sent a pleading look his way. Please, Heracles, he mouthed, praying that the Greek would understand. I'll owe you. He clasped his hands together and bit his lip, until the other boy wearily agreed. Thank you so much. Heracles rolled his eyes and gave him a small smile.

"Well, I've gotta get going," Oliver declared, grabbing his water bottle and bag, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. "Date night with Al. See you guys tomorrow, yeah?"

"Oh, Ollie, wait up," Feliciano called. "I'll walk with you; I'm meeting Ludwig before he goes to his German club meeting." He grabbed his own things and exited the gym with the Brit.

"So, Feli, I think your spiking is really improving," Oliver started as they walked towards the dorms, when Feliciano suddenly pulled him down into a bush.

Oliver spit out a leaf that had found its way into his mouth and stared at the other boy in confusion. "Feli, why did you drag me into a bush? Listen the sun will be down soon, and I told Allen I'd meet him before it set-"

"I know what you are," Feli said, cutting him off, his voice deadly serious. "And I know what's going to happen tonight. You and the rest of your pack are in danger, Ollie. Luddy and the rest of the "German club" are hunters, and they're coming after you guys tonight."

Oliver blinked in surprise, before attempting to shove Feliciano off of him. "I know. We have a plan, and we have help. It'll be fine. Listen, there's only a few minutes before the moon is up; I really need to go. Thank you for trying to warn me, Feli."

"No no no, they know about the plan. I don't know how; all I know is that they do. And now they know about Timo and Abel and Halvard. They know, and they have plans to go after them too!"

Oliver gasped. "What do we do? I-I-... The moon is going to be up soon, Feli; there's nothing I can do to help, I-I don't know what to do! ...Come with me! You can help; they don't know that you know, do they?"

Feliciano shook his head, and Oliver continued. "Help us! Arthur made us a potion that'll keep us from attacking you and the others, and you guys can distract them, and you can keep them from hurting Timo and Hal and Abel. Please, Feli?"

Feliciano looked torn, and Oliver suddenly remembered the Italian's crush on Ludwig. He gnawed on his lip, and, just when Oliver thought he would refuse, looked at him with determination in his eyes. "You're my friend, Ollie, and you're a really good setter. We need you for the prelims. I'll help. Come on, we have to go now."


lmao this was supposed to finally have some action in it but nah. Plenty of banter tho, cuz that seems to be what I'm best at. Also sorry about the random volleyball, I'm obsessed with Haikyuu! and then I started thinking about Ollie in a volleyball uniform and yeah so that's how that happened. Oh, and Viktor is 2p!Russia.