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muzansfangs · 6 months

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Muzan with werewolf! reader while they're in that form sounds interesting-

Howling at the moon.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (werewolf reader)

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, language, horror vibes, blood and graphic depictions of violence, body horror, gore, parents rejection, solitude, eating humans, werewolf!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, possessive Muzan, dom!muzan, sub!reader, oral sex (Muzan!receiving), monster!fucking, reader has a tail, pointy canines, claws and wolf ears during the act, creampie, bitemarks;

Plot: since you two had met, a spiral of violence and lust had enveloped you. You were two monsters, you were both ‘cursed’ somehow. In a world where you were considered villains, you indulged into his bed every time there was a full moon to lead you to him. He saw beauty in you, you found a life-companion in him and it was enough to prove that monsters had hearts too.

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A full moon was shining brightly up above you, dimly illuminating your path. Not that you needed something to enlighten the road anyway, or a torch that could have granted you the chance to detect any dangers laying in the dark and waiting for you. The night around your village only meant one thing: blood running down the streets, demons lurking in the shadows to feed on poor, innocent men and women. Sometimes, on children too. Screams, agony and fear always flinged in the air when the night veiled the world with its dark cape. Every morning, when a dismembered body was found by the river, people screamed around terrorized.

You did not, though.

Passing by the crime scene, you merely glanced at the victim of the hour, sniffing the air subtly as to intercept either your scent, or a demon’s one on the rotten flesh. You always had no memory of what you did, when the beast inside you awakened.

You did not even know when it started, or how it happened. All you knew was that you were a toddler, the first time you acknowledged something was clearly wrong with you. The moon seemed to allure you during the nights, a primordial rage devouring you from the inside when the satellite sparkled up in the dark nightsky. You were a teenager stumbling back home, the dawn tinted the clouds in orange and red stripes, when you realized you were partially an animal. Blood dripped from your hands, your mind fuzzy, your ears furry and pointy and you clawed at the wooden door of your house.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

As the years passed by, you finally realized what you were. It ran in your family, apparently. The same family that had abandoned you in horror the first time you had confessed them you had not been able to stop yourself from murdering a man. You felt bad, when they left. Spending days self-deprecating because you had inherited a gene nor your mother, neither your father had, was your first and natural reaction.

From that day on, you howled at the sky, whispering your pain to the stars, while climbing on a cliff during the full moon nights. No one understood you and you started to come to terms with the fact that, even though you had accepted yourself, rejection was always going to haunt you. Who would ever love a monster, after all? If your own flesh and blood had pushed you away, how could you be loved by anyone else?

But life can change and the tables turn. It was a midsummer night, you were running through the woods wild and free, when you bumped into him. He was standing in the darkness, his plum red eyes boring into yours for a split second, as you instantly growled at him. He was not a human and surely not a member of your species. His pale visage almost made you question if he was even alive in the first place, but it was when he spoke that you spotted a pair of pearly fangs protruding from his gums. A demon, he was a demon.

“So they were right. There is indeed a werewolf roaming this forest…” the dark-haired dapper man said, staring you down in curiosity, as you retreated in the shadows to transform back in a more humanoid form. You were glad you had left a kimono in a nearby bush, just in case you had to turn back into a human while you were out into the wild.

However, you did not expect to come face to face with a demon that could do something more than roaring and hissing. He had to be a member of the Kizuki. The most important question now was if he was a threat to you.

“I’m glad to hear you know what I am. I assume you therefore are aware that werewolves are territorial. You have crossed the line and I am not particularly friendly, pal. I suggest you to leave” you replied, glancing at him as you made sure to have covered your naked body properly.

The demon did not seem fazed by your harsh words and bitter tone of voice. Maybe, he had been around for so long he had grown used to people throwing insults at him. Not that you cared, naturally.

“You are less scary than a nichirin blade is to a lower rank. — he flatly said, narrowing his eyes at you the moment your frame finally emerged from the darkness, the moon setting off your features with every step you took — I’m merely interested in studying your species. What’s your name, wolf-girl?” he asked you, quirking a dark eyebrow up.

He was bold, handsome, straightforward but, mostly, not scared of you. It was weird meeting someone’s gaze and finding out they were not disgusted by your very being, by your inner savage nature. Your presence did not offend him.

“My name’s Y/N. Who are you? I’m pretty sure you’re a member of the Twelve Kizuki” you retorted, crossing your arms against your chest, eyes travelling down his body as you studied his attire. He was a wealthy man, undoubtedly. Western clothes were expensive and the fabric embracing his fit body were surely the finest you had ever seen in your whole life.

The Demon King sighed, his lips curving into a grin as your eyes flashed yellow the moment he revealed his identity. If he could accept you, maybe, you had found your place in the world too. Your existence was not vain, you were not an abomination. That is why, two words, his name, changed your whole life.

“Muzan Kibutsuji”.

Now, as your bare feet touch the soft grass underneath you, the comforting sound of the dead leaves crunching with each step you took, you see yourself in a new light. He had made you realize that each being had the right to walk this Earth. Perhaps, not everyone would have accepted you, but you existed. You existed and he liked you.

Your first encounters were nothing more than you showing your abilities, your hunting style and the control you had over yourself. Muzan seemed genuinely interested in you, a different kind of monster. Your beauty, further more, enticed him. Sometimes, you tried to hide your fangs and ears, when you were merely talking, but he kindly chided you pointing out how you should have never hidden your true nature before him. He had allowed you to enter his Fortress, even though it was just to study your blood and system, at first.

But your relationship gradually changed. It was the way his predatory eyes soaked in your features, or the small gifts he gave you without a particular reasons, or perhaps your attraction was purely based on his gentle mannerism. You were not used to be accepted, let alone being the object of such courtesies and benevolence.

All you knew was that one minute you were watching hik scribble something down his notebook, admiring his elegant calligraphy, and the next you were struggling to breath, knelt between his legs, your lips around his shaft as you assiduously tried to please him.

It soon became an habit, a strange addiction.

The best part of it was that you could entirely be yourself with him. He loved your soft and grey ears poking from your hair. He admired them as you rode him, half-lidded eyes gazing at them as he absent-mindedly swept a thumb against your lips. You were perfect for him. He did not mind the way you ended up growling ferally, as he left bitemarks down your collarbone. He liked to watch you thrive to take the lead, almost eager to please him.

But now it was different.

As you finally found yourself in front of him, in his bedroom, safe from prying eyes, he shot you a demanding look that left nothing to imagination. His command was simple, his red eyes darting from you to the bed as his lips moved to strip you of the last shreds of morals left in you.

“On all fours” he sternly said, making shivers run down your spine.

It was weird to follow a new leader, when you had been your own master of the sea for years. You were your own alpha, you had never bent your knees to anyone before. Yet, you sensed he was different. He could easily make your knees buckle, break your spirit and crawl on the floor like a worm.

Your hands hastily undid your obi, your silky red kimono, another expensive gift from him, pooled at your feet as you stepped out of it and you presented your body to the Demon Lord.

Muzan seemed pleased by the sight of your naked formed, gloriously inviting him to take action, to mark as he loved to do. As you watched him fumble with the buttons of his white shirt, you let yourself go. Climbing on the bed, back arching as you settled your cheek against the puffy pillow of his bed, your wolfish characteristics kicked in. Your ears poked out, eyes glistening in a yellowish pigmentation typical of those animals and your tail wiggled in anticipation of what was yet to come.

“You know, that’s when I like you the most, when your free and comfortable with yourself. — Muzan praised you, the sound of his belt clinking as he unbuckled it, making you sink your canines onto your bottom lip — Howl for me. Let everybody know who is your new moon, the center of your gravity” he crooned then, as his fingers glided down your wet folds.

You sighed, eyes fluttering close as his fingere delved into you, deftly stretching you out for what was yet to come. Your legs quivered, soft noises left your lips as he thrusted his forefinger and middle digit into you at a steady pace. Breaking you was an art. He could have listened to your whimpers and moans for hours, never getting tired of the power he had over you. He would have never admitted it, never, but you were most likely the only thing that made him enjoy the nights.

The dreadful nights he hated for not being able to enjoy the sun.

“I bet you’re beutiful even in the sunlight. I’d give anything to see you run in a field of spiderlilies, while the your hair and skin are bathed by the warm light…” he ranted, taking you off guard as he witherdrew his fingers suddenly, before you could reach your climax.

You whined in contempt for the action, but his words were now stuck in your head, leaving you in a daze.

“I can love you under the moonlight. I can’t love in the sunlight, I can’t be myself when the sun shines. You are not there with me” you panted out, earning a bite onto the crook of your neck.

You mewled, blood running down your shouldersblades and breasts, staining the bedsheets underneath you as Muzan gripped your hips and slowly eased into you. He grunted, his tongue lapping at your wound as he bottomed out into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, mouth hanging open, while your inner walls squeezed him deliciously.

“Muzan—” you whimpered, his hips starting to move back and forth as he conquered you again, for the umpteenth time.

“Shut up. Shut up and let me possess you” he hoarsely whispered in your ear, his bloodied lips kissing the shell of your ear.

Moans, groans and the sinful sound of skin smacking against skin guided you to madness. Lust and hunger engulfed you two, when he increased the speed of his thrusts. When he finally came to a stop, Muzan pushed your head down by the back of your neck. His last thrust coming along a feral groan, his semen pouring into you, as he stilled and left one last kiss on your nape.

He pulled out slowly, after a few seconds, your eyes shut as you felt his essence ooze out of you. Your stomach was laying flatly onto the mattress, your eyes droopy as he ran one hand down your smooth back.

“Stay. Just for tonight, or for the rest of your life” he breathed out then and you could swear that something in your heart cracked for you were not alone anymore.

Not with him. Not with Muzan.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! This was an old request I never found a lot of inspiration to write for, but it’s october and the spooky season is officially here… Along with the kinky nature of the month. Therefore, I am glad to have fulfilled this small request, a little experimental too for me. I hope you guys can enjoy it and, since it’s a Muzan centered one, I think it is a good way to show why my username contains his name 😋❤️. Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @doumadono @mrskokushibo @yazzzmints I DID IT. I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, LMFAO

#muzan x reader #muzan x you #muzan x y/n #muzan smut #demon slayer smut #muzan kibutsuji x reader #kibutsuji muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 5 months

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Nu carnival x top amab werewolf reader

Warnings: language, monster fucking, knot, stomach bulge, cum

Yakumo

You can not knot him the first time you fuck! Yes he loves all of you, but you will rip the poor boy in half! He really wants to take all of you to show how much he loves you. He's scared at first because of your size but after you help him relax it's okay. After you both finish it doesn't matter if you are tied or not, he will fall asleep snuggled into your fur. You're always cautious about not hurting him with your teeth or claws and he's always grateful for your gentleness.

Edmond

I've said it before and I'll say it again. He. Was. Born. To. Bottom. It takes a little effort to fit your fat knot in his tight hole but once you do it stretches perfectly to fit you. He's so full and his little whimpers are like music to your beastly ears. He says he prefers sex in your human form but you can smell how much more excited he is when you shift. Little liars get fucked a little harder.

Olivine

Please knot him. Please he wants you to fill his ass so bad. The slight pain from your knot stretching his ass to the limit makes him see stars! He goes dumb on your dick it feels so good. He loves you no matter what form but he will beg you to let him take your knot. He loves the full feeling of being knotted and resting against you. Use your sharp claws to pull at his chains or pinch his nipples when he's trying to catch his breath. He'll cum a few times before you deflate.

Quincy

Oh sweet sweet primal fucking! You two play fight to see who will top (his idea) if he wins he will fuck your sweet ass in either form, if you win though you have to take him in whatever form won. So far only your wolf form has been strong enough to take him. It won't end until both of you are covered in bite marks and scratches, and he is properly filled with your knot and cum. Be rough he can take it, just know he's going to be rough back.

Kuya

Just so you know he has made a dildo copy of your knotted dick. He uses it when you aren't around (and he misses you). Pray you don't find it because this sly fox will use it on you instead. He'll have you fuck him with your own knot in your ass. Just because you are fucking him doesn't mean he won't still target your weak spots. He will rub the base of your tail or nip your ears, anywhere that will excite you further. Wreck him. He deserves it.

Blade

He does not see the difference between you and a normal person. He does however feel the difference when you fuck his synthetic brains out with your giant knotted dick. Fuck you make him feel so good darling. Be thankful your werewolf form has more stamina because he can go for a long time.

Garu

He's so small compared to your wolf form. You can see his stomach bulge a little after you knot and fill his ass with cum. Thankfully being a wolf as well he is built for this. He takes your knot so well like the good boy he is! Praise him, pet him, and fuck him good.

Karu

He tries to make a deal like “I'll take your knot if you take mine”. After you fuck him really good that deal kind of goes out the window. His knot is not as big as yours because of his humanoid body. It was something he was self conscious about before, but now he doesn't care because you feel so good in his ass.

Dante

Given his beast tamer status everyone expects him to top no matter what form you are in… but that's not always true. He has let you top only a few times and when he does its amazing. He lets you leave your marks all over his body as they mix with his tattoos. The only thing he hasn't let you do is knot him. He's always worried about danger coming from the dead zone and can't take the risk of being stuck on your knot if anything were to happen. Maybe one day he'll let you fill his ass properly, but not yet. He wants your knot but can't justify the risk.

Rei

Fuck him up. He talks a lot of shit and the best way to shut him up is to replace his words with moans. Honestly I can't tell if he antagonizes you just for the fun of it or because he wants you to fuck him rough. Whatever it is he's into it. He knows you're still human but he's got a thing for you going a little primal and acting on instinct. When you stop using your brain it makes him feel more comfortable not using his.

Eiden

Well this is definitely new for him. In his world you are a fantasy and one he is so excited to try! His mouth is watering the minute he sees you excited. He will take your big werewolf dick any way he can. Oral, anal, hand job, any way he can think of. Of course anal is his favorite but he has to at least try everything once. It was difficult for him at first to fit all of you in his ass but Eiden is nothing if not determined. Either way he loves sex with you, whether in human or werewolf form.

Aster

Who says werewolves and vampires have to fight? Sometimes they fuck instead. His bites are so much more sensitive when you are in wolf form and he takes full advantage of that. He doesn't prefer to be knotted mostly because he doesn't like feeling stuck. He will let you occasionally but you have to really get on his good side first. A little bribery goes a long way when you have puppy eyes.

Morvay

Yup he's great right now. He loves both your forms but goes feral when you dick him down in your wolf form! He will happily sit impaled on your knot for hours. Whenever the knot shrinks he will moan the dirtiest things in your ear to keep you hard. You make so much werewolf cum that he should be full for days but he's always wanting more.

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callmemrskenway · 2 years

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in honor of sims 4 werewolf pack can I request head canons with red son + your pick of characters with a werewolf s/o?

I think I'm just gonna do Red Son if you don't mind!

Red Son with a Werewolf! S/o:

- It's an interesting combination honestly.

- I can genuinely see that his interest in you is piqued because of the scientific part of his mind and his brain is making the gears in his head turn.

- But also, there are multiple scenarios that can happen: If you reveal you're a werewolf before the relationship, if you reveal you're a werewolf mid relationship, or if you get turned into a werewolf somewhere in the relationship.

If you reveal you're a werewolf before the relationship:

You definetly would've revealed you're a werewolf to him when you're in the friend stage or when you guys were a few dates in.

Either way, it's kinda surprising to him at first and he is just a bit baffled but, no matter, he quickly accepts that part of you.

He will keep some silver around him just in case, he cares for you, yes, but one can never be too safe.

Will want to study you and ask you questions. Like how did you first turn into a werewolf? Do you always turn at night or just during a full moon? Was Twilight accurate to any of your mythology?

If you reveal you're a werewolf mid relationship:

It really depends if you try to hide it from him or if you decide to finally come clean but regardless of both scenarios, he was kinda already speculating that you were a werewolf.

Mostly because he'd be very observant of times you'd act strangely or out of character so yeah, he'd already have suspicions.

If you choose to hide it from him but you accidentally reveal yourself by changing: he's obviously terrified for himself but also worried for you because, yeah, he was right, but its still baffling you turn into a werewolf. Would try to wait it out until you turn back to normal and helps you recover but THEN YOU'RE GETTING AN EARFUL OF IT LATER.

If you tell him in the middle of the relationship: He is annoyed still but he understands why you did so and he's gonna need just a little time but then he asks to see your werewolf form and is still baffled.

Either way, he loves and adores you, so yeah, he'd be mad but after everything's out in the open, he still accepts you but also makes you promise no more secrets from now on.

If you got turned into a werewolf mid-relationship:

Is very concerned for you when you get into that wolf attack and he helps you recover and takes care of you but it doesn't change the fact that you start behaving differently.

Both of you are shocked after your first transformation and you apologize if you accidentally hurt him while you blacked out as a wolf.

Will try to research more about you and your condition to help prepare for future transformations and take all the precautions necessary.

- Now as for how he'd go about having a werewolf lover? He'd adore you.

- Would do research regardless of both scenarios though, he wants to know what to expect and he wants to know how to be prepared for every transformation you have.

- If you remain in control in your werewolf form, whether it takes some time to control or if your werewolf transformation is that you get bigger and fluffier but still have the mind of a human, he'd absolutely adore cuddles and laying next to you. Thinks you're very cute and when he's sure no one else is looking will give you belly rubs. You wouldn't mind him either, he's like your own personal heated blanket.

- Would hurt him if he had to restrain you though or like, put a collar on you or chain you somewhere if you got violent but let's go with the fluffy end where he can calm you with his presence and whenever you get violent, all he has to do is just hold your cute wolfy face and pet your head, then your ears flatten and your tail starts wagging as you let out a few happy yips.

- If people are hunting you down, just know that stuff isn't gonna fly with Red Son. Like he will protect you from them and if people are discriminating you because of what you are, best believe he'll give them a reminder that you're not just a werewolf but you're the beloved of Red Son, CHILD OF THE GREAT DEMON BULL KING-

- If you ever want a cure for you state, then he'll find one or make one himself. Yes, he loves you werewolf or not but your wish is his command.

- Would absolutely love to be held by you, tbh, like, seriously, that'd honestly just make his day. Absolutely melts in your arms.

- Just don't do it in public, though, he has an image to uphold (as if being held by your werewolf lover ISN'T the most badass thing that can ever happen to someone).

#lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk red son x reader #Red Son x Reader

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raibebe · 3 years

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Neo CreaTures

Hello and welcome to my first ever collab call to celebrate me hitting a huge follower milestone! This is dedicated to everyone who loves the supernatural – like me – and enjoys writing a little more interesting creatures than just vampires and werewolves – which of course are still lovely. Under the cut you’ll find a list of awesome creatures to turn our favorite boys into – or even the reader if that’s the route you want to go. Our main theme is it to have some fun and post a variety of different spooky or not so spooky fics throughout October to spread our love for the supernatural. To claim a spot, simply dm me @raibebe your member and creature of choice and I’ll add you to this post as long as the spot is still up for claim.

Reblogs are appreciated even if you chose to not enter the collab to reach a wider audience!

rules

As always: First come, first serve

The fic has to be about the chosen member, meaning he is supposed to be the main character, you’re of course allowed to add in as many of the others as you want

You can bend the lore/appearance of your creature of choice how you may seem fit. Just don’t start telling me dwarfs turn into wolves every full moon.

Deadline is October 31st 2021

Minimum word count is 2k. This should be doable, it’s a lot of time until October. If you choose to write it in multiple parts, just send me the part you want to have linked on the masterlist.

No timestamps/drabbles, bullet points, social media AUs or reactions. Fics. That’s it.

Open to all genres, it doesn’t have to be horror or gory but I would love to read some darker pieces that are perfect for the season

If you want to include smut in your work, you have to be of age. No exceptions.

Even though all NCT members are of age, please refrain from writing smut for Jisung, Chenle and Sungchang, since otherwise Jisung will call the police on us.

Tag your work accordingly if you have potentially triggering stuff in it. When in doubt – you should probably tag it. But you can always ask which brings me to the next point:

Joining the discord is not mandatory but I’d encourage you to because it’s a great way to get to know your fellow writers and maybe ask for advice or just to chat about our boys.

That’s also where I’ll post announcements and stuff

Please tell me if you’re changing URLs or want to step out of the collab or can’t meet the deadline, which is both fine and can be negotiated

Please reblog this post after getting accepted so we can reach a wider audience.

For further questions just dm me!

Members

Taeil - @fan-but-no-art | Angel

Johnny -

Taeyong – @ncteaxhoe | Fairy

Yuta – @sly-merlin | Naga

Kun - @moonctzeny | Succubus

Doyoung - @just-come-baek | Mermaid

Ten - @jaesqueso | Werecat

Jaehyun - @127-mile | Ghoul

Winwin -

Jungwoo - @heejinnien | Elf

Lucas - @justonedaywithmysunshine | Genie

Mark - @alreadyblondenow | Zombie

Xiaojun - @key201303 | Guardian Angel

Hendery - @soliverse | Witch

Renjun - @moondustaeil | Kitsune

Jeno - @sparklysung | Incubus

Haechan –

Jaemin - @raibebe | Demon

Yangyang - @yangyanghater | Yokai

Shotaro - @chittapornswife | Nale Ba/Nishi Dak

Sungchan - @sichengscult | Warlock

Chenle - @flowerboykun | Merman

Jisung - @armysantiny | Shapeshifter

List of creatures to choose from.

Some creatures are fairly similar but I wanted to give you as many choices as I could come up with without having to choose absolutely crazy creatures. As said before you’re free to bend the lore of the creatures, this is just a guide – mostly off of Wikipedia – to some of the lesser known creatures. Warning: Some creatures are darker and more gore-y than others. The descriptions are as ungraphic as possible.

Vampire: A living corpse that feeds on the blood of the living to survive

Werewolf: A human with the ability to shapeshift into the form of a wolf

Werecat: A human with the ability to shapeshift into the form of a feline

Angel: A pure, benevolent intermediary between humans and god, protectors and guiders for humans, servants of god

Guardian angel: Godsend protector and guider for humans

Fallen angel: Angel that has become tainted by sin and fell from heaven

Devil: Ruler of the underworld, personification of evil and temptation

Demon: Supernatural creature usually associated with evil and sin

Incubus: Male demon that gains his energy from engaging in sexual activity

Succubus: Female demon that gains her energy from engaging in sexual activity

Yokai: Spirits and monsters in Japanese folklore, ranging from mischievous and malevolent creatures believed to cause misfortune and harm to some that are considered to bring good fortune

Ghost: Soul or spirit of a dead person that can appear to the living

Poltergeist: Type of ghost responsible for physical disturbance, often bound to the places the soul died in

Warlock: Male practitioner of witchcraft

Witch: Female practitioner of witchcraft

Necromancer: Practitioner of magic involving communication with the dead

Genie/Jinn: Neither innately evil or good spirit

Shapeshifter: A human possessing the ability to physically transform their body

Ghoul: Demon-like creature associated with graveyards and consuming human flesh

Zombie: Undead revenant

Siren: Creature half bird and half woman who lures sailors by the sweetness of her song

Mermaid/Merman: Aquatic creature with an upper body in human form and the tail of a fish

Nymph: Minor nature deity, generally regarded as personifications of nature, tied to a specific place or landform

Dryad: Tree nymph

Fairy: Magical creature with human appearance, magical powers and a penchant for trickery

Elf: Beings with magical powers and supernatural beauty, ambivalent to humans, capable of either helping or hindering them

Gnome: Diminutive spirit that typically lives underground

Dwarf: Entity hat dwells in mountains and in the earth, associated with wisdom, smithing, mining and crafting

Satyr: Bawdy male nature spirit with horse/goat like legs, ears and horns

Centaur: Creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse

Naga: Creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake

Harpy: Half human, half bird personification of storm winds

Dragon: Large, serpentine creature that breathes fire

Kitsune: In Yōkai folklore, all foxes have the ability to shapeshift into human form they have the ability to trick others but are also portrayed as faithful guardians, friends, lovers, and wives

Phoenix: Long-lived bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again, often through burning his body and being reborn from the ashes

Basilisk: Legendary reptile reputed to be a serpent king, who can cause death with a single glance

Unicorn: Beast with a single large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting from its forehead, often portrayed as horse-like

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #collab call #nct collab call #nct collab #nct fic #wayv fic #wayv collab call

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asingleheart-shapedbraincell · 4 years

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Obey Me! Brothers as Werewolves

Lucifer

Gonna remind everyone now that alpha theory was disproven and actual wolf packs act as family units

That being said - alpha, clearly

Not because he's the strongest (though he is) but because he's the most nurturing

Considers all his brothers (and you) to be his responsibility and under his care

Second biggest in wolf form (next to Beel)

Thick, dark fur, great in winter but in summer hates how hot and itchy it gets. Shedding his winter coat is an EVENT. Scratch him and fluff just falls out by the handfuls

Hates how patchy he looks when shedding, very grumpy when its happening

Refuses to ask for help when it comes to brushing out his coat, but if you're somewhere private he is very happy to just lie there whilst you brush out all that itchy loose fluff

Also just very nice to pet in general, but rarely let's you outside of softer moments :/

Not outwardly aggressive - when correcting his brothers behaviour hes more likely to just growl softly instead of going for a full snarl. If he actually shows his teeth then things are serious and you might want to have some final words with your jugular

Isn't very affectionate in public, but is very protective - wherever you go, if hes in his wolf form hes by your side, or at the very least is keeping an eye on you

If anyone he doesnt like the look of approaches you, he calmly places himself between the two of you. If that isn't enough trust me, a staring contest with those eyes isn't going to last long

Mammon

Pretty boyyo

White fur thats not nearly as thick and long as Lucifer's but still has a substantial ruff

Uses his wolf form to run away from loan sharks a lot (hey, four legs are quicker than two, right?)

Also loves the attention he gets from girls - he knows he's handsome in both forms, but girls say it more when they think he can't understand them

Sheds the least of all the brothers, but since his coat is so pale his hair is more noticeable so he still gets flack for getting it on the furniture

Hes still needy as a wolf

You know those videos of huskies throwing massive tantrums??? Yeah, hes on that level, his dramatics only kept in check by his tsundere nature

Loves it when you pet him. He'll pretend he doesn't, but the second you stop hes gonna start whining

(Doesn't) hate it when you baby-talk him

Not generally aggressive within the pack, just prickly - maybe a growl or a huff here and there, maybe a snap if someone's really pushing his buttons

He is possessive tho

Will physically put himself between you and other people to get your attention. If the other person doesn't take the hint, then he's showing teeth

If you don't let him sleep in the room with you, you'll open your bedroom door the next day and find him curled up outside

Definitely wants to put his head in you lap and have you stroke him til he falls asleep but refuses to admit it

Gets jealous if you're petting another brother at the same time as him and will throw a tantrum and try to shove them away from you

He was your first pact, which means he has first dibs on all cuddles!!!! What do ya mean that's not a rule??? Thats totally a rule!!!!

Leviathan

'Hes not dog friendly'

Spends very little time in his wolf form (its hard to game without opposable thumbs)

Does sometimes shift out of shock tho

Like, if you kiss him unexpectedly, poof! There's a wolf infront of you, who's blushing lobster red underneath all that fur

Will hide under the bed

✨separation anxiety✨

Glued to your side in wolf form, because he doesn't like or trust other people or wolves (and definitely NOT because he likes your company and wants you to maybe pet him 😳😳😳)

Kinda likes that you can't see him blushing when he's in wolf form

Will lie next to you and wait for you to initiate pets. Especially loves it when you scratch him behind the ears.

Because hes a shut in and doesn't spend a lot of time in his wolf form, his fur is the messiest - patchy winter coat, small tangles, really just needs a good brush (but only if you do it)

Not really aggressive to others, just not friendly. Maybe a growl every now and then, and sometimes a tantrum gets thrown, but thats it

Satan

Still quite cat-like

Hes not going to be throwing any loud husky-like tantrums

Doesn't like that he can't read books in wolf form (difficult to turn pages without hands) but does enjoy the emotional release for his anger when it comes to hunting Hell-Hinds and other demonic deer.

Fur is short, sleek, a lovely pale gold and well-kept (when it isn't bloodied by his most recent hunt)

When he isn't hunting he does enjoy stretching out infront of a fireplace and warming his fur

Is unopposed to being brushed when he's in the position, and may even allow you to pet his head gently, but thats it

Might lay his head in your lap tho

Sheds the least of all the brothers

Still tries to control his temper in wolf form, but you better hope he maintains it because those teeth can issue you a one-way ticket to the afterlife

Sometimes snaps or growls at his brothers, but is more likely to just leave the room if they're annoying him. If they're in his room then they're getting chased out with their tail between their legs (except Lucifer who wouldn't invade his space like that)

Asmodeus

Who's a pretty boy???? Who is???

Its him!!!!!!

Friendliest of all the brothers, if only because he loves the attention people give him

Will walk up to you and just wait for the compliments (not unusual, tbf)

Doesn't love the hunting side of being a wolf - mud???? Blood??? Sweat???? In MY fur??????? I don't think so

Only really partakes when necessary, or if he's decided to go for a roguishly disheveled look that day

Uses his wolf form as an excuse to get affection that would be less appropriate in his human form - belly rubs, giving you puppy-dog eyes to be let up onto the bed, getting you to give him a bath - stuff that Lucifer would be more likely to reprimand him for when he wasn't a wolf

Softest fur of all the brothers - sleek, silky and always throughly brushed out, even when shedding. Plus, loves being pet so long as you don't mess up his fur too much.

Beelzebub

GOOD BOY GRANDE

The biggest of boys, the goodest of boys

Loves being in wolf form because its even easier to get food from people

You think his puppy eyes are bad NOW??? WAIT UNTIL HES AN ACTUAL PUPPY

Very comfortable in his wolf form, spends the most time out of all the brothers like that

Has absolutely no shame begging food from people's tables, no matter where you are. Also has no shame stealing food from people's tables, but will whine and act ashamed if they yell at him

Dont yell at him. He's baby.

Incredibly fluffy red coat, that and the amount of muscle underneath makes him the biggest wolf in the pack by far

Big doggy grin that could melt any heart

So tall that when he wags his tail you have to make sure it doesn't sweep everything off the table

Also loves being pet and doesn't mind baby talk at all. You can treat him like an actual dog and he won't get mad - he'll play fetch with you if you really want, but as a warning, the stick might end up more than a little chewed

Will, however, also go digging through people's bins

Also kinda slobbery

Is pretty much never aggressive, but then again, who would be stupid enough to provoke something with that much muscle and teeth???

If you scritch the right spot behind his ear his leg kicks out. He's not ashamed. More scritches pls.

But his favourite spot for scritches are under his jaw and his chin

WHAT ARE YOU EATING??? HEY!!! NO!!!! WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH???? BEEL YOU CANT EAT CHOCOLATE WHEN YOURE A WOLF!!!!! DROP IT!!!! DROP IT!!!!

Belphagor

Smallest of the wolves

Enjoys sleeping in wolf form because the fur adds an extra level of cosiness

You will just find him curled up in a nest of pillows with his nose tucked under his tail. Or flopped across a sofa, until Lucifer yells at him to get off the furniture

Has that intense stink-eye that some huskies are capable of.

Sometimes forgets to shift, or can't be bothered and will just wander around attempting to do people things until he realises hes in the wrong body - you ever gone to brush your teeth and then realised you need hands for that???

Definitely walks around holding his cow pillow in his mouth, or sometimes a plushie

Or dragging a blanket

Honestly its very cute

Does enjoy being gently pet as his drifts of to sleep

Which is good because his fur is always mussed up from his last nap

But if he falls asleep on you???? You're not moving. Sorry not sorry. This is your life now.

Little wolf bleps when he sleeps ➖👅➖

Has definitely vomited in Lucifers shoes as a wolf at least once, simply out of spite

Thick fur, but not long. Sheds a lot, but his fur is so dark you don't see it as much.

Lets out little muffled woofs and yips when he sleeps, and twitches when he dreams of running

If you scratch the right spot when hes sleeping, his leg will kick out the same as Beels, but if you do it when hes awake he'll get embarrassed and either leave, or give you a warning nip

The most aggressive with other pack members - hes just kinda bratty. Huffs a lot and is quick to give out little nips when he isn't happy, though he isn't much of a growler and never goes farther than that

Won't play fetch like Beel, but if you're REALLY lucky, he'll bring you a plushie of your own when he joins you for a nap

(Also, im relatively new to the game, I know there was a vampire event, if there was a werewolf event im unaware of it atm, but this is just for fun anyway)

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Square: A/B/O ( @supernatural-jackles tell me a story bingo)

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Human!reader (soon Omega!Reader)

Summary: A hunt goes sideways for the reader and she’s bitten by a rare alpha, not all alphas have this ability and she is turned into a wolf. She tries adjusting to being a wolf and a hunter with Dean Winchester, an alpha of his own pack.

Warnings: ABO Dynamics, angst, suspense, language, SMUT (18+, Knotting, mating, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up boys)), fluff and crack.

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Word Count: 3,962

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a/n: Trying something new with this one. I realize I left a major hole, but maybe it could make for another part. We’ll see.

She ran down the halls, frantically.

Shit, shit, shit. She thought.

When she thought she was possibly hunting one rogue werewolf, she ran into the whole pack of them in the fancy mansion.

She frantically turned down the end of the hall finding the winding staircase. Running fast down the stairs her feet practically slid and glided down them.

Once on the ground floor she could hear the distant growls above her on the upper floor. Seeing the double door leading outside she ran for it.

When a large hand emerged from no where when she passed the foyer. Lifting her up high, she struggled to gain a breath as she grabbed onto the strong arm that held her up. Punching, hitting it as hard as she could finding some sort of weak spot to get him to let go of her.

“You damn hunters think you run the show.” He growled.

She choked as she tried to speak, only making him chuckle.

“Not so much of a hunter when cornered.”

She pulled her hand down, forcing a silver hidden blade down to her hand. In one slicing motion she cut his arm. Not severing it from his body but giving a deep and deadly gash at the bend of his arm.

“ARGH!” he shouted in pain as he dropped her.

Gasping for air quickly, she took off as fast as she could.

She burst from the doors, just a few more feet and she’ll be in her car and home free.

All of that went out the window when he pounced on her back, forcing her to the ground. She hit the ground hard with a grunt, nearly face planting the dirt.

And she felt sharp needles of teeth as he bit into her shoulder.

She screamed at the sudden pain.

Before he could rip out the muscle, something yanked him up off of the ground.

She felt a sudden burning pain take her body over, her muscles felt like they were melting, it felt as if she was being burned alive.

Blind by the pains she didn’t hear that the strange person that ripped the alpha wolf off of her had killed him.

Crippled by the pain she didn’t feel or notice the strange person lifted her up in his arms and rushed her to his car and took her some place safe.

She had no idea how long she was out, but she was still to weak to even stay awake for what was going on.

“Sam, she’s been out for far too long.”

“Dean, she was bit by one of the alpha pure breeds. The process for turning is different than other breeds of wolf. You’re typical werewolf the transformation is barely noticeable until the full moon. This, is different. Her dynamic is changing before our eyes. She’ll either make it or she’ll die.”

There was a low growl.

“Hey, don’t growl at me, that’s the truth and that’s what she’s faced with.”

“Her eyes are opening, look Sammy!”

She saw two tall blond men standing before her at her bedside. But she was too tired and weak to fully awaken.

“She’s looking weak Dean but she’s alive.”

“Did she present yet?”

“Not yet, and that’s where I’m afraid she might die seeing as how she’s really weak now.”

“Fuck!”

“You can’t save them all Dean.”

“I nearly wiped out the pack, they target all kinds of humans to build their army. I didn’t want her to become one of them.”

“We’re like them too Dean, just…more human.”

“I know what you mean…”

“Where…” she managed to stutter out.

“You’re safe in our bunker in Lebanon Kansas. You should rest, your transformation isn’t over yet.”

Letting herself slip back to a deep sleep she nods at him.

“Now, we wait and pray.” Sam says.

Dean looking down at her worried and concerned.

He didn’t notice Sam giving a side glance. Why was he so concerned for a stranger. For a human he’d never met before.

The presentation process was a quick one, turns out she survived it all only coming out weak and tired.

Waking up where she woke before she let out a tired groan before sitting up. Her arms trembling at the effort it took to do so.

The first thing that hit her were the smells. There were so many smells it gave her a headache. Sounds, some louder than some. She heard voices in the halls. She recognized the voices.

She got up quickly only to fall on the floor with a thud. “Oghf.”

Pushing her upper body off of the ground so she could sit up more she felt forming bruises on her knees and hip for how she hit the ground.

“Ow.” She whined rubbing her knees.

“Sam, did you hear that?” she heard Dean ask.

“Sounds like she’s up.”

She tried to hurry up to her feet.

Once up on her feet her knees wobbled. She held onto the bed before she fell again.

“You’re up.” Dean says entering the infirmary.

“What happened to me?”

“You transformed into a wolf.” Sam says simply.

“But I still look human.”

“My brother and I are wolves as well. We’re both Alphas.”

“Oh, kay?” she looked confused.

“Show her.” Sam asks of Dean.

With total concentration Dean closed his eyes, cast his gaze down and his body morphed from human to a large black wolf. A large, black, four legged wolf.

Her eyes bugged out of her head; she was shocked yet amazed. “Pretty.”

Dean’s ears went down, as did his head when he turned to walk out.

“Did he not like that comment?”

“Not really.”

“Its just, wolves are my favorite animal. I really like wolves; he just was a really pretty wolf.”

“Nothing about this is pretty.” Dean grumbled back into the room in his robe.

“Look on the bright side of things man, you get to change into a wolf, you’re faster than your enemies, and you’re much stronger…” she trailed.

“Whatever.” Dean grumbled, leaving again.

“Is he always like that?”

“Yes, he’s not one for being positive about anything.”

She looked on after Dean, wonder what can she do the help cheer him up.

“But lets get you to a more suitable room.” Sam says, snapping her out of her gaze.

Taking her arm he helped her through the bunker. Slowly regaining her strength.

“Okay!” they heard a scream from her room.

The brothers ran into her room to investigate.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

Seeing a half-naked Y/N, they see a tail emerge from her bottom. A pure, white, fluffy tail.

“Why do I have this tail?”

“Were you trying to transform?”

“How do I do that?”

“It’s hard to explain but it takes a lot of concentration.”

“Dean, what do I got to do?”

“What I do is close my eyes, so nothing distracts me. Then concentrate on one thing. Wolf or human, concentrate on that.”

She saw her do as he told her. Seeing her face scrunch up in a slight discomfort her tail shrunk into nothing.

“Is it supposed to be uncomfortable?”

“Yes, going full wolf is even weirder than having just the tail part.”

“It just felt like my spine just expanded.”

“It’s something to get used to.” Sam says before exiting.

She nods, and finishes getting dressed.

“How’d that happen anyway?” Dean asked.

“I don’t…I guess I was trying to do what you did…and it felt like something just popped out of my ass.”

Dean stifled a snorted chuckle.

“It’s not funny! It scared me.”

“Sorry, sorry, just…the delivery…Look, like Sam said, it’s something to get used to. And if you need anything, Sam and I are here. Just let us know, okay.”

“Okay.”

“So get this…” Sam says entering the kitchen.

“I’ve found those wolves you missed Dean. They’re not far from here.”

“They could be after me, I mean I did wipe out their pack.”

They hear a whine down the hall. Deans ears practically perked up towards the noise. And he was up in a heartbeat.

Knocking hard on the door, Dean entered before she could acknowledge him to let him in.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, what is this?” she whined as she writhed in pain on her bed, holding her abdomen.

Dean could smell it.

“Oh, it’s your first heat, Omega.”

She let out a groan. Dean taken aback at the sound she made.

“You…you liked that I called you that.”

“What, no…I…I don’t know. What’s a heat?”

“It’s your period basically. And you get super, super horny.”

“And I’m gone.” Sam leaves abruptly.

Dean rolls his eyes.

“Do normal pain meds help this pain?”

“No, unfortunately being a wolf you have a different body chemistry when it comes to medication. Let’s head to a special doctor that helps our kind and he can give you some meds.”

“Okay, but favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Can you carry me?” she whines.

“Sure thing sweetheart.” He says with a sweet smile.

Once the appointment was done and out of the way Dean takes her back to the bunker.

“So you need sex just to help with the pain as well? Don’t you have toys?”

“Well, my toys aren’t for girls, I might have one that maybe you can use.”

“But what’s this I hear about the wolves…”

“You’re not going, not only are you still new to being a wolf, you’re in the middle of your first heat. Besides, Sam and I we got this. just hang back at the bunker, ride out your heat and we should be back soon.”

“Fine, I guess you’re right with the whole heat thing.”

“Trust me, you want to stay in. Some Alphas can get feral if they discover an new, unclaimed omega in heat.”

She shrunk in her seat at that fact.

“But don’t worry, I won’t let anyone touch you.” He adds quickly, seeing her relax again.

She paced the library anxiously. Something told her gut something was wrong.

Why was she so worked up? She barely knew them; she only knew them for a few months.

She heard the bunker doors open, hearing heavy breathing at the top of the stairs, and the door closing. She hurries out of the library and into the war room. She sees Sam holding Dean over his shoulder. The color of his face pale and sickly. And she could smell it.

Silver.

“What happened?”

“They had a hunter with them, I never heard of a hunter allying with wolves before.”

“I have. It usually helps them on finding someone or something. But I was told to avoid that because it’s a scam. A scam where you can get dead quick.”

“Well, they sniped Dean with something, it’s released a poison into his system.”

“I think I know how to help. Lets get him into the infirmary.”

Sam had laid him down on one of the beds gently. Until he started convulsing.

Sam trying to hold him down.

“Don’t you’ll pull a muscle.” She advices.

“How can we help?”

“I called one of my hunting friends, he’s on his way down with the antidote. It’s simple, marigold, Echinacea roots, and calendula officinalis, not only will it treat the poison but other ailments as well. The burning, itching, to start.” She says holding up a needle that has the fluid form of all those ingredients inside the syringe.

Dean finally calmed down, falling into a deep comatose state.

Making a tourniquet, she injects the medicine into his arm. Pulling the tourniquet away while still injecting.

“Now we wait.” She says, pulling the needle out and placing a bandage on the injection site.

Hours pass and his complexion looks better.

“He’s looking better,” Sam mentioned.

She looked at the injury site, seeing the inflammation going down.

“It’s working.”

“How’d you know?”

“My dad made the poison. I just so happen to know the antidote.”

“How do you think he’ll react when he finds out?”

“He won’t.”

“Why not?”

“He died a few years ago on a hunt. Vamp drained him dry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, he died saving people. The kids got out of there safe. I just couldn’t get to him in time.”

“You know it’s not your fault he’s dead, you know that right.”

“I know dr. Phil.”

Sam giving her a bitch face. Only making her giggle.

Dean moaned as he began to stir awake.

“Hey, take it easy Dean, you’re gonna feel shitty for a bit.”

“Great.” He grumbled.

“How are you feeling?” Sam asked.

“Awesome. I feel like I was being pulled apart and squished.”

“Joys of being poisoned.”

“How am I still here?”

“Y/N knew the antidote; she had a friend of hers bring it up.”

“How did she pull that off?”

“I told him the truth. He’s my childhood friend. He’s looked after me a lot growing up. He’s also older than me, he’s like my big brother.”

“Nice.” Dean says.

Sam and Y/N nodded.

Dean began to get up, only wincing in pain as he moved.

“Easy, just take it slow.” She advised.

“It all hurts.” Dean whined.

“Want us to help you to your bed?” she asked.

“No, I got it.” he says as he toughened through the pain. Getting up out of the bed and limping to his room.

“He’s just acting tough,” Sam mentions. “Anyway, I’m gonna head to bed. I suggest helping him.”

“I’ll try again. Alright, night Sam.”

Sam had walked the opposite direction of Dean down the hall heading to his room, Dean slowly walking to his room. Leaning against the wall now.

“Dean.”

“Okay, I might need help. This hurts.” Dean says, breathing hard and labored.

“Just lean against me, I’ll help you.” She says taking his arm around her shoulders. Taking half of his weight as he limped against her.

“How long am I gonna be like this?”

“I’d give it a few days. My dad made the poison to slow down a wolf and he’d capture them for questioning. Then he’d make the antidote, so he’d keep them alive for the questioning.”

“Ever since you changed, I keep forgetting you were a hunter.”

“Yeah, well, just be glad my friend was one, able to the help and B, that I even made large batches of the antidote to begin with.”

They finally made it to his room, room 11. She helped him get to his bed. Dean landing on the bed on his side with a huff.

“You plan on sleeping in all those clothes?”

“No, I’ll sleep naked, I ain’t getting up to change, fuck that.” He grumbled, laying there, his eyes close. His face scrunched up in pain.

“Dean, I want to help.”

“I get that you do. But I barely know you. I’m not gonna have you strip me down.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“Trust me sweetheart, I’ll be fine. Go get some sleep.”

“Okay, just, holler if you need help.” she says turning to leave. “Night Dean.”

She heads to her room. And she can hear him grunting and groaning as he took his clothes off all while laying down. Only making her chuckle. Shaking her head.

Sam and Dean had left the bunker on a hunt for the wolves again.

It had been months and they have resurfaced again.

She found herself pacing again. Just like last time.

No, not again. she thought.

She calls up her hunter friend telling him where to meet her.

Once out of the bunker she transforms into her wolf form for the first time.

Oh wow, that was…yep, definitely weird. She thought.

She ran, following Dean and Sam’s scent.

The scent took her to a forest, and she smelled something off.

Blood.

But who’s blood is that? She wondered.

Just outside of the forest she sees her friend.

Turning into her human form to be able to communicate.

“Did you bring them?”

“Wow, you’re very naked!”

“FOCUS!”

“Yes, I brought the poison darts and the antidote in case any of you get hit by theirs.”

“Stay alert, these wolves are like me, Sam and Dean.”

“Winchester?”

She nodded. “Why? You heard of them?”

“Yeah, they were humans once. But that was a while ago.”

“What?!”

“Focus Y/N, your friends need you.”

“Right, I’ll talk to them later about that.”

“Now go get them pipsqueak.”

Turning back into wolf form she runs into the forest, keeping a nose out for Dean or Sam.

Hearing feral growls and snarls caught her attention.

She saw golden wolf with white patters hurt, and laying under a tree. And a solid black wolf attacking two wolves all his own.

Dean. She thought.

But when one wolf gets on top of him, she jumps into action.

“Dean!” though words didn’t escape her mouth.

She pounced on the dog pile, going after the wolf she spotted on top of Dean.

“Hey, watch it!” Dean shouted.

She can hear him? How’s that? She wondered.

“Sorry!”

“Oh, how cute, his little omega friend coming to his rescue.” The opposing wolf said.

The two wolves were alphas, but not the alpha that changed her.

One wolf, all black with few white patterns. And the other grey with white patterns. They stood in front of them. Dean next to her.

He was larger than her form, but she felt safe next to him. And also willing to protect him even if he didn’t want it.

“This is too pathetic.” The grey wolf says.

“Can it Balto!” Dean barked.

“Let’s end this. Now.” Said the black and white wolf.

As they stood there, ready to pounce one another. She smelled it. Another hunter, it’s not her friend. And he had his sights on Dean.

“Dean!” she shouted, getting between him and the hunter.

The hunter fired. A dart hitting her the back of her shoulder.

A shot rang out.

Y/N’s hunter friend had his regular gun, he in defense of his friends, killed the hunter before he could take another shot at his friend. Or Dean.

“They brought a hunter!” the grey wolf panicked.

The hunter taking two quick shots, hitting the wolves with poison darts.

“Lets get out of here!” The black and white wolf shouted as they ran off.

They ran only a few feet, allowing the poison to pump quickly through their system.

“Shit, I don’t feel good.” The grey wolf stated, slowing down.

“We just got to get to the hunters stash and find this antidote.” The black and white wolf pushed.

The grey wolf collapsed with a whine.

“No, not now.” The black and white wolf panted.

Collapsing as well. They died quickly, after a moment after their bodies landed on the ground.

Dean hurried to her.

She had transformed back to her human form. Panting hard and labored she laid on the forest floor.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Dean says. Taking her into his arms. Making her cry out.

He looked around panicked. Seeing her hunter friend coming through the woods.

“Oh, you both are very naked.” He comments.

“Do you have the antidote?”

“I do, here, let me.” He says.

Cleaning her arm, making a quick tourniquet, he injects the needle in her vein hoping for quick work of the antidote.

“Sam’s hurt,”

“I know, I got him in my car, where do you want me to take him?”

“The bunker, where you gave her the antidote for me.”

“Okay.” He says, running for his car.

“Hang in there Y/N, you’re gonna be okay.” Dean says as he picks her up, getting up on his own two feet he runs to his impala. Speeding all the way back to the bunker.

She woke up in Dean’s room, feeling sore and weak.

She stirred awake, sitting up feeling her muscles achy, stiff, and sore.

“Easy sweetheart.” She heard next to her.

She saw Dean on a couch by his bed. Getting up to sit by her on his bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Did you get them?”

“Yeah, your hunter friend did. He went back to clean up the mess before anyone saw.”

“I just had a gut feeling something bad was gonna happen if I didn’t come to help.”

“Deep down I’m glad you did, but this is why I wish you didn’t. You almost died out there.” Dean’s voice wavered.

“I’m aware of that, but I didn’t want you going through that again.”

Dean took her hand in his, putting it to his cheek, taking in her scent.

“Dean, I’m okay.” She assures him.

He bends down, kissing her forehead. “Don’t scare me like that again.” he whispers.

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Oh would you two please, make out already!” Sam says from the door.

“Sam,” Dean snapped.

Sam just rolling his eyes and leaving. Making Y/N giggle.

When Dean turned his head back towards her, he found her lips on hers.

Shocked at first for a brief second, he quickly returned the kiss.

What started as a sweet kiss quickly turned hungry and needy.

Not before long they shed their clothes, lips always staying attached in the heated kiss.

Dean pulling away, noticing a scent.

“Oh, of course your heat is starting soon isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is, now alpha, please,” she whined.

“Such a needy omega.”

Dean ground his hips against hers, letting his hardening member brush between her folds, glistening with her slick.

“Making slick like no one’s business too.”

“Fuck me alpha, I need your knot.”

“Do you want that? You want me to mate you?”

“I want you Dean; I think we both knew what was happening as time went on.”

“You’re my omega.”

“And you’re my alpha.”

She felt the tip of his member entering, slowly stretching her along his girthy cock.

She felt his balls hit against her ass, he was fully seated with in her, he pulls out then thrusts back in without resistance.

Her jaw drops in the pleasure that shot through her body.

He began a rough and fast pace with each heavy thrust. The sound of wet sex filling the room aside from their moans.

She could feel Dean’s knot getting bigger and bigger, and with one thrust he locks in throwing her into a dizzying orgasm, making her see stars as he fills her up full of his seed.

In that moment of their orgasms hitting, she felt his teeth bite into her shoulder, her doing the same a second later.

He releases her after his knot calmed down after what seemed like hours. He continued a slow thrust as he kissed and licked the mark he made on her neck and shoulder. He could feel her doing the same. Humming against his skin.

“My ‘mega.” He says against her.

“My alpha.” She purrs into his ear, kissing at the base of it.

She woke up in Dean’s arms, feeling the remanence of last nights activities dripping down her thigh as she adjusted herself. Making Dean stir awake.

“Morning Omega.”

She purrs at her title.

“Morning Alpha.”

They heard a pair of footsteps stopping by the door.

“You know, I’m glad you guys took my advice and made out, but you could have shut the door.”

“Sorry Sammy.”

“Yeah, well, it spurred me into my rut, so thanks a lot.”

“You’ve got your toys Sam; my omega is off limits!” Dean growled.

“I know Dean, and I wasn’t even thinking about doing your omega!” Sam argues as he walks to the kitchen.

“Be nice Dean, we did trigger his rut after all.”

“Yeah well, if he’s in his rut, that means mine’s not far off.”

“Well, I’m here for you Alpha.” She says curling into him, snuggling close.

He holds her close, purring in acknowledgment.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Dean.”

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How about Kalim with with his animal costume from the Twst halloween event! "The thrilling sweetness, I can’t stop. " Maybe Kalim is trying super hard to get in his costume role and his s/o tries to help him out by buying a potion to help him. It only lasts till midnight though! Wink wonk please and thank u!

sorry for taking so, so, so, so long~~~

It may not be what you wanted, but it’s a bit sweet

,,This is definitely not the result I had anticipated”

You muttered, while Jamil was close to murdering you on spot. You eyed the bottle, trying to see whether you had missed the fine print. You hummed silently, raising your eyebrow, clearly confused, trying your best to ignore Viper fuming with anger.

,,You freaking dumbass!”

He spit through the gritted teeth, massaging his temples, while the small wolf tugged on his pants, clearly seeking attention. You clenched your fists, letting a loud “phff” slip through your rosy lips, as you gently picked up the animal. Wolf wagged his tail excited, reminding you of a puppy.

,,Well, the instruction said that the effect should have been different, not my fault that Kalim’s body reacted, hmm, peculiarly”

Well, if you knew Kalim would end up in wolf’s body, you would never give him that cursed potion.

You huffed annoyed, glaring daggers at Jamil who only raised eyebrow listening to the same “poor explanation” you had been giving him for the past twenty minutes. Meanwhile, fluffy, small wolf patiently rested in your arms, eyeing you two with interest. His sparkling eyes and twirling tail were truly adorable, you had to admit it.

,,I’m going to ask professor Crewel for help. Don’t. Freaking. Lost. Him. Understood?”

Jamil put emphasis on every, single word, eyeing you carefully with a raised eyebrow. You sighed, clearly displeased with the lack of trust. As if you were planning to abandon your boyfriend currently traped in the wolf skin.

The audacity Jamil had, was driving you up the wall.

,,Yesss, sir. It’s not like I would lost him or something”

You muttered, gently patting small wolf, who only licked your hand in response. You did your best not to giggle, yet the soft smile crept on your lips, making Jamil scowl and wonder it was a good idea to leave you with such responsability.

Probably not.

,,You two are the definition of dumb and dumber. I literally expect anything from you two”

You couldn’t argue with that statement.

Jamil was partially right.

Whenever you and Kalim had the “idea”, it always ended badly with either one of you ending up with light injuries or bigger chaos. And Jamil always had to deal with the consequences of your actions.

You didn’t spare a mere glance at Jamil, who slammed the door, leaving you with fluffy wolf. You gently put Kalim on the floor, sitting beside him. He immediately climbed on your knees and rested on your lap. Your fingers gently run through his soft, grey fur, earning a barely audible sound of satisfaction from the animal, who only leaned closer to your touch.

You sighed deeply.

If only you were more careful, Kalim wouldn’t be stuck in the wolf’s form until the midnight.

If only Kalim didn’t need your help…

earlier that day

,,Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!! Am I too cute to be a scary werewolf? Tell me I’m not~!”

Kalim’s whines made you shift your attention from your homework to glance at him standing before your desk. He was indeed dressed in werewolf costume and as much as he tried to appear threatening or at least menacing, in your eyes he still looked adorable.

Well, honestly…

,,Yes”

You responded shortly, making Kalim pout. His wide grin slightly faltered, as he scratched his chin, thinking what possibly he could do to appear scarier.

,,Even if I do this?”

He took a deep breath and within seconds his usual, cheerful smile disappeared, while a serious look washed over his face. Barely audible growl escaped his lips, while he showed you his sharp, pointy teeth in full glory. Kalim’s long claws lingered dangerously close to your face, almost piercing your skin. His lips twisted in wicked grin, which normally would send a shiver down your spine.

Yet, the gentle blush on his cheeks, accompanied by excitement glinting in his eyes, made you coo internally.

,,You’re still too cute”

You admitted. At the sound of your words Kalim sighed heavily, clearly disheartened. He dramatically fell on the chair, while you picked up your pen to finally complete your homework.

He truly tried his best to appear scary, yet well, perhaps Jamil was right and he should have picked a different costume. Suddenly you flicked pen, abruptly raising up from your desk, making Kalim jump from sudden mouvement.

,,I think I know what may help you. I heard of a potion that helps people transform into werewolf till midnight, maybe that would help you get more into character”

You said, grabbing his hand and dragging him into direction of Pomefiore dorm. Before Kalim could protest or inquire more, you shushed him.

,,I’m sure that if we’re lucky enough, we will manage to steal it from Vil!”

You stared at the cute wolf wagging its tail before you.

The fluffy wolf titled his head to one side, eyeing you too.

,,It’s creepy”

“You told me to keep an eye on him”

You whined, while Jamil only shrugged. Wolf-Kalim escaped your sight once, when he saw something he deemed interesting, almost giving Viper heart attack. You two had spent almost an hour, desperately searching for the lost animal, while you and your companion argued for the whole time.

,,But not literally”

You sighed deeply, glancing through the window. Moon was shining brightly and you knew the midnight was slowly approaching. Jamil was impatiently looking at the watch and tapping his feet, just wanting this whole situation to be over.

,,Hey! Do you think he can fetch a ball?”

You asked curious, while Jamil face-palmed, not bothering to deal with you or give you a proper answer. You grabbed the nearest ball and waved it in front of Kalim’s glinting eyes which followed your every mouvement.

,,He’s not a dog”

Jamil muttered, raising an eyebrow when you threw the ball yelling “fetch it!”. His eyes widen, when wolf aggressively wagged his tail and then started chasing the ball.

,,Ha!”

You yelled triumphantly, when wolf brought you back the ball. He sat, patiently waiting for you to throw it again. You gently scratched the area behind his ears, muttering “good boy”.

,,I can’t wait for midnight”

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writer1 · 3 years

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A Jedi's wolf

Part 1

Anakin lays in his bed, thinking about his boyfriend, Rex. It's been fifteen long years since he's seen him, Rex was with Ahsoka during order 66.

They both separated since it was safer, Ahsoka them met up with Anakin a few years later. Ever since they reunited, Anakin and his Padawan have been trying to get ahold of Rex. But it's all for not.

Anakin misses him so much, ever since his near death at the hands of Palpatine he's been trying to find Rex. It was hard at first, Palpatine did some real damage before Master Windu saved him.

Palpatine cut off all of his remaining limbs, Anakin still gets severe phantom pain on bad days. He still wears the glove on his left hand though, he thinks it looks cool. And he can make people think that it's his only remaining limb, he had a lot of fun with that when Kanan asked for "a hand" with the ghost.

Ahsoka's bee very secretive these past few days though, first it was this person she sent the ghost crew after, now she won't tell him who it is, skittering around the details about them.

Anakin hears a knock on the door, he pushes himself up. He brushes his fingers through his long hair, trying to make himself look at least a little bit presentable. Ahsoka told him that she would be sending the new Rebel up to talk to him, he has no idea why she always sends them up to talk, but she does.

"Coming!" Anakin yells out as he checks himself in the mirror, he looks good enough. He walks over and swings the door open, ready to say the usual welcome to the Rebellion speech but what he see's freezes him in place.

It's an older man with a bald head and fluffy white beard, Anakin doesn't know who it is for a minute but then it clicks.

"Rex?" Anakin asks quietly, he prays to the force that he isn't wrong, that this isn't just a brother that looks more like Rex. The man nods, looking equally as shocked as Anakin.

"Rex!" Anakin slams into him full force, wrapping his arms tightly around Rex, never wanting to let go again. He lets out a sob, unable to hold it back.

Rex pulls him even closer, tears falling down his face as he kisses Anakin's tears away.

"You're alive." Rex whispers quietly as he kisses Anakin, he can't believe it. He's thought that Anakin died for years, Rex looks down to see the new cybernetic arm. He pulls away, cupping Anakin's cheek.

"What happened! Who hurt you!" Anakin looks down, he knows that it's going to be different.

"Palpatine. It's not just my arm either, he got both my legs too." Rex feels rage boil up in him, but he pushes it down.

"I'll kill him if I ever get the chance." Rex grumbles and Anakin pulls him in for a kiss, it makes Rex smile.

"Come on, I'll show you around. Then we can thank Ahsoka for this." Rex nods, and grabs Anakin hand as he's lead out of the room, happy to be home.

×××

It's been a few weeks since Rex had joined the Rebellion and he's loved it, Gregor and Wolffe ended up joining too.

Rex has been helping Anakin through his bad days, but he's been trying to figure out how to tell Anakin his secret. He's a Werewolf, it happened during the siege of Mandalore.

Ahsoka helped him, but he had her promise not to tell anyone. Including Anakin, the only people who know are Ahsoka, Gregor and Wolffe. They've all tried to convince him to tell Anakin but he's to scared, he doesn't want Anakin to hate him.

He has a mission with Anakin, the ghost crew and his brothers, he just hopes that it goes well.

×××

"Come on, Rex!" Rex sighs as he shoots down the stormtroopers, they were found out and everyone is fighting. They are in the middle of a fire fight.

"Anakin! Where are yah going!"

"I'm going to make it to the base, we need those supplies." Rex grunts, this mission was supposed to be simple, get into the empires base using stealth, get the supplies and get out. But it never goes the way it's supposed to go.

"I'm going with him, make sure he doesn't get himself killed!" Everyone nods as Rex goes running.

"Are missions with Skywalker always like this?"

"Pretty much." Ahsoka answers Kanan as Rex goes running after Anakin.

He falls behind and he searches the base, shooting down and fighting any stormtroopers that Cross his path. He knows that Anakin is going for the large hanger bay, if he opens up the door Hera can pick up everyone else and fly over, they'll hopefully have enough time to get the supplies and get out.

Rex runs into the hanger bay, but what he sees makes his blood boil in rage. Anakin is being beaten by stormtroopers, but not just stormtroopers.

There's another Werewolf with black fur, he must have been part of the empire before he was bit. The Wolf has clawed Anakin's chest, leaving deep slash wounds and all four of his cybernetics have been destroyed. He can see Anakin breathing and hear his tiny whimpers.

Rex knows that he has to protect Anakin, and he knows that's there's only one way that he'll have a chance too. The troopers see him, they don't think anything of him, but the Werewolf knows better, he can smell what Rex is.

Rex starts to concentrate, making himself transform. The Wolf let's him, he's bored and wants a challenge. Killing human Rebels can only be fun for so long.

Rex groans in pain as the transformation starts, he doesn't even bother to take his armor off. He'd rather it break than give them anymore time to hurt Anakin, his voice grows deeper everytime he groans as he kneels on the floor.

His body grows bigger, armor starting to bend. It hurts even more when the armor tightens around him, but the problem is taken care of when it starts to pop off, chestplate first.

Anakin is in a world of pain, that Wolf like beast came out of no where. He senses when Rex walks in, he's had a force inhibitor, the thing stabbed him with the dart.

But it's a lower kind, he can sense everything but can't harness it. As soon as he senses Rex all Anakin feels is fear that this thing will kill him.

Anakin hears the groans of pain but hasn't sensed the Wolf move, so he fights through his agonizing pain and turns on his stomach. He sees Rex start to transform, armor popping off and his eyes widen. Anakin has no idea what's happening.

Rex keeps growing bigger, fur sprouting out all over him. He has no idea that Anakin's watching, and wouldn't care if he did know.

Rex squeezes his eyes shut to block out the pain as his mouth elongates into a snout. The pain lessens and he can finally catch his breath as the transformation finishes, he stands up and shakes himself off.

Rex has grey fur with specks of white with a large area of white fur where his beard once was, he has a large fluffy tail that sways back and forth. He looks over at the black Wolf angrily, glancing down to see Anakin staring back at him in fear and shock.

Rex feels so bad for scaring him but that doesn't matter now, the other Wolf launches himself at Rex. Anakin watches as both werewolves fight, he can't believe what his boyfriend has become.

He wonders how it happened, and when it happened. Anakin. Tries to stand up to help Rex fight, but he screams in pain and falls back down, his cybernetics are ruined.

Rex hears the scream as he sees Anakin trying to get up, only to fall back to the ground in pain, he loses it and attacks the black Wolf with no mercy.

The black Wolf slashes Rex with its claws in so many places but Rex ignores the agonizing pain, biting the Wolf's throat. He can taste the blood as he forces the Wolf to the ground, and it takes its last breath.

It transforms back into a human, Rex recognizes him as one of the leaders of the Empire's fleet. He stands up as the rest of the stormtroopers run in fear, he limps over and open's up the bay doors then hurries to Anakin.

"Anakin? Ani, are you okay." Rex picks Anakin up gently, cradling his broken body in his large arms, his ears are pressed tightly against his head and he lets out a whine, Anakin looks up at Rex with wide eyes.

"Rex?" He asks and Rex nods.

"Y-Yeah, it's me. I'm here." Anakin looks up at Rex in fear and shock, he tries to speak but finally passes out from the severity of his injuries, all Rex can feel is fear.

"Ani! Anakin wake up! please." Rex whimpers out the last part as he presses his forehead against Anakin's

Hera gets the ship in the hanger bay and everyone jumps out, the ghost crew pull their guns and lightsaber's out, aiming for Rex.

"Wait! Stop it's Rex!" Ahsoka runs in front of him and so does his brothers, Gregor walk's back to check on them both.

"You okay Rex."

"Check Anakin first." Rex tells him, he doesn't care how injured he is, Anakin comes first.

"Okay brother, I'll check your Riduur first." Gregor takes Anakin as Hera comes running out of the ghost to check on Anakin and Rex, the rest of the ghost crew are either loading the supplies or keeping guard.

"Rex, you and Gregor get Anakin into the ghost. We have medical supplies on board, we're almost done here." They both nod, and Rex picks Anakin up.

He may be injured but his Wolf form helps him power through it. Rex limps into the ghost followed by Gregor, Rex sits down on the ground as Gregor grabs the medical supplies. He sets Anakin on his lap, wrapping his tail around his crossed legs.

Thank the force the kaminoans did one food thing and taught all troopers basic medical knowledge. Rex looks Anakin over, it's pretty bad.

"He's going to be okay Rex." Rex nods at Gregor, unable to speak. Gregor starts bandaging Anakin up and Rex prays to the force that he'll be okay.

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My rant about my Werewolf Type/Design preferences that nobody cares about. >>> “Wolfman” type. > Characteristics: Furry humanoid, plantigrade, short/flat bestial muzzle with/or only oversized teeth, normally no body mass/proportion change, mainly biped. Mainly out of control. > Main examples: Teen wolf, The Wolfman… > Acceptance: Could work, but barely. I could accept it but meh. It’s usually kinda lame. No > Yes. > Headcanon: I think it works better as a transition or a first phase or “still developing form” before achieving the final form, be it right then or the next moon. Or a “Signs of the curse (reference from D&D5e Lycanthrope homebrew)” type of thing if being more subtle. >>> “Lycan” type. > Characteristics: usually not that much different from a regular werewolf. Digitigrade. Muzzle is kinda different from a wolf and retains more of a human or primate shape. In general, they are less hairy and are more often depicted as tailless. > Main examples: Underworld, Papo loup-garou’s figure… > Acceptance: Yes, but rare as it deviates from its origin to something more monster-like or strange shaped. Not my preference or main choice for design, and honestly I never used them. No > Yes. > Headcanon: I consider it the middle/transition from a humanoid or wolfman to a true/full werewolf. Here I put/categorize the designs that deviate more from a wolf skull/face in general to something different or more monstrous. Acts like a pseudo-werewolf or a subtype. In my headcanon, they can be the more “engineered/breed type” (as in Underworld) or offspring of other werewolves with mixed heritage. While being less powerful than their counterparts as they have less regenerative powers but still keep the vulnerabilities. Still they keep their strong agility and strength as an advantage and their transformations are faster and less painful. They can also manage their condition easier. >>> Werewolf/True Werewolf. > Characteristics: The most diverse of all. General aspect of a more furry humanoid with a wolf head. Can be fully or partially furred. Can be plantigrade or digitigrade. Can have a tail, short tail or any. Either uncontrolled or in control of its mind. Either a full wolf head or wolfish like with alterations. Body is a combination of human and wolf, mixed in various ways. Body proportions can change, especially stature and muscularity. Can or cannot talk. > Main examples: Van Helsing, Bad Moon, Dog Soldiers, Ginger Snaps, Goosebumps, Worgen… > Acceptance on the design: Yes, (my favourite) but with some No’s; Tail, but I don’t mind a short one. Being just an “anthro wolf”. Just put something interesting into design. I find common werewolf “muscled all body furry anthro-wolf” designs basic and plain. I prefer them to be more of a mix or blend of anatomy. To show that it is indeed a cursed human. And sometimes something more physically possible speaking in terms of the physical transformation. > What I personally do not consider a true werewolf: an anthro wolf, speaking in design. Be it more feral or not, still an anthro wolf. > Werewolf Design Preferences: No tail, Not fully furred and/or thin fur around the body, mix of plantigrade/digitigrade feet, not fan of “big sharp claws” in canines, I like/don’t mind paw pads if its capable on run on 4s, which I prefer if can stand up normally but also sprint on all 4s. Prefer more “plausible/normal” heights (aka no 10 feet werewolf from a 6 feet humanoid). Colour/s of fur is same as a person's hair colour/body hair colour, being the main presence or the only one the hair colour. Eyes can be either humanized, totally wolf or ‘curse pupiless’. Normal human length hands. Arms are a bit longer to fit quadrupedal movement. Constitution and body shape resembles the humanoid form but slightly more muscled and athletic if it fits. However, the neck is always heavily muscled in order to provide a powerful bite and elastic enough to change position while running on all fours. Height is grown none or a few inches, but nothing exaggerated unless magic is involved as physical shifting is still limited. Fur is more dense where the human already has a big presence of fur. I prefer to mix a wolf skull with a human skull so ears are not on top of the head for example. >>> Monster Wolf. > Characteristics: Monstrous wolf in appearance, big, on occasions could grasp things with its hand paws but it is mostly quadrupedal, can’t talk, bestial mind almost always, digitigrade. > Main examples: Beast of Gevaudan, An American Werewolf in London, Hispo… Acceptance: No. While I’ll appreciate the monstrous touch it is not what I would call or imagine when reading the word ‘werewolf’. Were-wolf. Where’s the were part? >>> Wolf. > Characteristics: Wolf appearance. Normal or big. Usually transformations are ethereal or magic and painless. Main examples: Twilight, Blood and Chocolate, Red Riding Hood… > Acceptance: No. Just no. It's just a plain wolf. No matter how big. Still just a wolf. Boring and uninspired. > Headcanon: I tend to separate shapeshifters/skinwalkers from werewolves because of the origin of their shape-shifting powers. Skinwalkers are spiritual/shamans while lycanthropy is a terrible affliction/curse. Plain shapeshifter without being skinwalkers are just like animagus/witches, so still no. That's why the D&D animal form part of cursed werebeasts does not work for me. Ain't no druids. >>> Others: > Example: naked/& sick(Harry Potter). > Acceptance: I don’t mind them in universe context. Harry Potter’s Lupin form for example was weak and thin because it was seen as a disease.

PD. Not a fan of sharp-clawed werewolves as wolves don't attack with their claws but if it's in-universe canon that all werebeast are cursed monsters that have large claws (d&d) then I'm fine.

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Healing the Magic

For @bloody-no-kissu happy belated birthday!

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“Well hello there, sniffer’s no good upwind.” Luka kept his relaxed posture, no need to scare the young woman, especially when he had no way of knowing what she was capable of. "Rest easy lass, just a wee break for the legs before finishing my journey. Beautiful women are welcome to the river beside me, I don't bite."

Marinette snorted and moved closer, much more at ease with the werewolf as he was coherent. Carefully she scooped some water from the flow of the river with a chipped bowl and carefully filled her canteen. Silently she thanked the river spirits that this one was untainted by the illness that was flooding the capital. Once her canteen was full, she filled a few vials and other potion bottles. She would need moon water but that was harder to come by, unless…

"Pray tell furry friend," she smiled at the eye roll and continued, "if I were to say leave a basin to be touched by Sister Moon would you place a watchful eye and help me to gather pure water from a full and a new moon?"

"Moon water aye?" Blue eyes narrowed in consideration and a healthy dose of wariness. "And what would a young lass such as yourself need any type of moon water for?"

"I come from the Agreste ranch, rescued as a healer for the ailing late Madame Emilie Agreste. Since her passing and resting of her soul, I have been helping to use my skills for those in the nearby town, most wounds heal best under a full moon. Other times I must raise defense for myself against those who wish to harm a skilled healer such as myself. I understand if you cannot help." Marinette simply returned to drinking fresh water from the river and making sure she had collected enough for her next round of potions.

"Lilly wheat grows yonder the hill to the west, right along the tree line. It can be tricking to navigate, I swear to watch yer things should you need to gather it."

Surprise covered her features, it was exactly what she was looking for and made her rethink this werewolf and wonder, how did he recognize the potion? "Many thanks, should you need flea repellent, there is thistle burn about two miles east of here."

"Ah the smell would be unmistakable." Nodding his shaggy head in thanks and reclined on the other bank, he seemed to be done with conversation.

"I'll take you up on your kind offer stranger, I'll be swift." Marinette heard the snort but paid it no mind as she gathered her dagger, amulet and her bag for the herbs she had collected. Swapping the jars of water for a few empty ones, she made her way to the west. Humming some disguised spells, Marinette committed the path to memory and found a few alternate routes for future trips. Sure enough she spotted lilly wheat from its lavender and pale blue coloring, it was a hybrid lookalike of wheat and blue bell flowers. Gathering as much as she could to fill the jars to the max and even stuffed her apron pockets to the brim. Making her way back, she heard a few twigs snap and the trees across the river had a slight sway, signalling the werewolf just left.

"Thank you kind wolf!" Upon reaching the middle of the clearing, she noticed both collection jars were missing. Smiling, she made a note to return in a month's time.

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The walk helped clear her senses, too much magic and illness in the capitol had clouded Marinette's magical innate ability to sense other beings. Nature was usually at a neutral point unless tainted by those who lived in the area. Out here so far away from anything or even the manor of vampires she cohabitated with was still pure and loved to trade her negative things with a positive rush of natural magic. It was quite a boost and usually she stored it in her crystals, sometimes bringing them with her to recharge if she was able to stay for a long period.

The tree line broke and the sounds of the river filled her ears and the birds sounded louder than before. Marinette basked in the cheer floating in the air and made her way to the natural alter that she frequently used as her desk. Noticing a note hidden under a rock with a gem tied to it. Carefully she pulled the letter free, not wanting to touch the gem in case it was rigged with a spell.

'Hello Witchling,

I trust your fortnight has been fruitful and as you asked, I was indeed able to get both water from the new moon and the full moon. Untouched completely by every element but the collected water and the air itself. The gem is a family heirloom, there is a hidden cave and it shall lead you to it with just a drop of water from the river.

The Big Friendly Wolf'

Giggling to herself, she did as the note bade and with a touch of cursory magic, determined it was harmless. Dipping a finger in the river for a drop of water, Marinette followed the glowing red light to the cave where her collection jars waited for her, completely untouched. Taking care, she poured the water into the marked pots and carefully sealed them for transportation. This would be plenty for what she needed and Marinette made a note to make something for the helpful Were. Leaving the crystal with the note in the cave, she set off to gather the few missing herbs left. It took only a few minutes of scouting when her senses sparked in alarm, there was another magical signature drawing closer and it was unfamiliar. Deciding the risk was worth it, Marinette touched her amulet and teleported back into the agreste stronghold.

Dizziness filled her vision for a moment and she steadied herself with a few deep breaths. Looking around her room, she noticed nothing out of order and apart from the usual lingering traces of her magic and of Adrien's, everything was still. Grabbing a couple cookies to help her nausea, Marinette teleported back out of the castle and to the nearby wood. It would make it seem as if she skipped over the mountain and river instead of jumping right through every defense that Gabriel had set. Normally the elder vampire had no qualms with her use of magic but he disapproved of it greatly and even forbade Marinette to teach his son. The magic had chosen the young heir and there was not a thing she could do to stop it but that was a long time before they needed to discuss anything if her luck had anything to do with it, she dearly hoped she would be released from their service before then.

The guard, a quiet man whom Adrien called Gorilla, nodded in greeting and let her pass unharmed. Not many could come and go as they pleased, it was a hard earned honor to be rarely granted. Resuming her humming, her magic reached out and brushed against Adrien's, giving her a clear path to follow. Turning left instead of her normal right, the torches illuminated her way. The only thing King Gabriel requested to be enchanted at all times and now only let Marinette or Felix boost them when the stored magic was running low.

"Oh posh, you know as well as I do your father is hardly that." A foreign voice could be heard as she approached the heir's chambers.

"I'm not having this argument again, either you can shut up or I'll have your tongue." Adrien rarely snapped and it caused the witch's curiosity to peak even more. The moment of silence was her best bet, knocking in a familiar pattern and humming a containment spell, Marinette opened the door and slipped inside quickly.

"Oi! You never told me Tikki was here!" The blurry black form was hissing and thrashing in anger, the spell working like a charm.

"Oh you must be Plagg! I thought Mullo said you were a cute cat with a bad attitude?" Marinette wondered aloud, smiling in greeting to the frozen vampire.

"Mullo?! Wait wait wait! You're Marinette!"

Plagg settles into his hybrid form, acid green eyes and fluffy black ears being the first clear features to show. He stepped out of the transformation smoke and his body clad in black robes became solid, a slender tail flicking in excitement behind him.

"Oh no, you talk about me?!" Marinette shrieked in alarm, dropping the bag she had forgotten.

"Hold on, what in the Hell's Fires is going on here?" Adrien cut in, looking at the Demigod and his healer in anger and confusion.

"Oh Adrien, you know my true talents are not in healing so I know the Demigods when I see them. I've always known you're magic kissed like your mother." She smiled guiltily as the shock filled his face.

"Of course we talk about you, there's only one of you even century if we're lucky. A Destined is something to be proud of and you are definitely a very special one too. I'd love to see what kind of chaos we could create." His smile was full of fangs and a mischievous gleam shone from his eyes.

"Maybe one day, especially since I was forbade from teaching any magic and now you're contracted to Adrien." Marinette surmised, it was the only explanation as to why the demigod would actually be there in person.

"Father will never learn to trust me will he?" The blonde sighed deeply, defeat easy to read in his hunched form.

"He fears the illness that took your mother will take you as well…" Marinette hesitated, looking to Plagg for permission to disclose the truth; a move that Adrien noticed and pounced on.

"What are you hiding from me?" He rose from the chair, brow furrowed in anger and stalked towards the shorter woman.

"I cannot say, the King has his ways of forbidding even the most noble of truths." She turned her gaze to the floor in preservation, a vampire's thrall wasn't effective enough to hold her for long but it did cause severe damage.

"He marked you." They had nearly forgotten the demigod was in the same room. "That bastard! Touching a Destined with Darkened Magic is forbidden!"

"I had no idea I was a Destined, my powers never came in until I became lost in the Forbidden Woods." Her voice was soft with sadness but still clearly heard. "This means he will have to be put to death doesn't it?"

The silence from the demigod was loud enough in its own right. King Gabriel would pay the price of meddling with the Darkened Magic, the blackest of black magic and required sacrifices of souls and thousands of blood rituals or even contracts with demons. The penalty was raised even more for using the Darkened Magic on a Destined and stunting Marinette’s growth and endangering her life, a Demigod had chosen her and had been denied the right to connect with her because of Gabriel's foolishness.

"You'll rise to your place in the throne then Prince Adrien."

"You can't be serious, killing my father? For using magic on a witch?" Adrien cried, waving his arm carelessly.

"Boy, Magic Kissed you are but Chosen you are not! I will take you down with him should you choose to go against the wish of the Gods!" Plagg snarled, teeth glinting sharply in the candlelight.

Adrien started at the show of anger and reacted with fangs bared and eyes darkening to red. The predator was unused to feeling truly like prey, even in front of his father and his fight or flight instinct was set to fight. Marinette hummed herself, layering a few protective spells over herself and Plagg, surprising the demigod enough to whip his head and stare at her in disbelief.

"You're Tikki's chosen…" Adrien calmed a bit and glowered at the two that had suddenly forgotten him.

"I wouldn't know." Marinette whispered, barely heard by either male.

"Look kid, either he dies and you step up to be the man they need you to be or you'll suffer at the end of my claws as well. You have until sundown to decide. Little witchling, I shall keep in touch. There will be three parting gifts in your room and with your smarts you'll put it all together." Plagg bowed slightly, a show of respect to Marientte which had her and Adrien shocked as the demigod disappeared.

"We need to act normal for the time being. I'll see you at dinner." Adrien spoke dismissively, an echo of Gabriel's attitude behind his words. Marinette was left with no choice but to retire to her room.

Her room was alive in the way only a witch could truly achieve, the flora was bursting with healthy green leaves and big bright beautiful blooms. The air carried a weight of the magic she often conjured within the four walls, positive and practice vibes floating playfully past one another to create a safe atmosphere. Little did anyone realize the room itself was enchanted and she could move the entire thing at will, it was difficult as it required a lot of magic but with the help of Moon Water, she could do it and hide away to regain her strength.

"Alright, time to get to work." Marinette opened her chest and humming a light airy tune, the shelves floated off the walls and slowly drifted into the chest, allowing her time to select certain ingredients. Taking a deep breath she changed her tune and her furniture began to shrink and floated into the chest as well. The young witch was about three quarters depleted of her magic, Marinette had suspicions that Gabriel had something to do with it.

"Okay, time to juice up. Just a little bit, nothing major. Nothing ventured, nothing gained after all." She muttered under her breath, trying to shake off the sudden nerves. Tapping into the last of her power, Marinette focused on the new moon water and held the clear quartz above it, near breaking concentration as it began to float. Starting a soft hum, the water took a shiny quality and the crystal glowed in response. Very thin multicolored wisps of smoke drifted back and forth, showing a tangible power exchange between both stored magics. Once the water no longer shined and the smoke faded fully, she stopped humming.

"One more step and onto freedom…" Blue eyes took in the half packed state of her room, fingers already reaching for her Amethyst to charge with the Full Moon water. This was easier as there was only a little need for direction, the power was already there and no need to purify or mix with another essence. Gently she placed the crystal to float on top of the water and with a whisper of a chant, the process began.

Marinette moved around the room and tossed the shrunken furniture into the chest, convincing her plants to sleep for the trip and even getting some to shrink into seeds for packing purposes. Once everything was cleared and stored away, the young witch turned back to the crystal and pot, the process about halfway done. Steeling herself, Marinette grabbed a ring she rarely wore when staying inside the castle, strands of gold layered and twisted to form a beautiful rose. This was one of her more precious gifts, it also lent the ability to disguise everything tattletale from vampires.

"Now to make it through dinner… And hopefully out of here alive."

Dinner was a quiet affair, the tension could be felt by even the servants who were speedy about setting down the dishes and retreating as quickly as they could without triggering a chase from an angry vampire.

"I thought King Gabriel was to join us?" Marinette asked politely, forcing herself to enjoy the cooked lamb at a moderate pace.

"Father had some unexpected business to attend to." Adrien had finished sucking his peice dry and moved on to the goblet of blood wine.

"I hope nothing too strenuous."

"Father can handle anything."

Once she was finished, the table was cleared for dessert. The young witch knew this would be her moment as everyone else had left the room and if things were to go south, they would be spared from Adrien's wrath. Gathering courage, she rose from her seated position and bowed slightly.

"If you have a moment to spare, I would like to discuss something with you."

"So be it, speak your piece." Adrien leaned back in the chair, his persona more and more like his father every day but never closer than in that moment.

"After the events I am resigning from my position as healer for the Agreste Coven."

"Marinette, there's no reason to have this discussion." He sighed heavily and rose from his seat, turning to leave.

"There's no reason for me to be here any longer Adrien. My original reason for employment has been null for a long time. I feel it's time to leave and further my skills, that cannot be done while in here. There's nothing for me to learn." As a human she knew this would trigger what was left of his humanity and kept her breathing even to avoid the blow up

Adrien spun around suddenly, knocking off the dinnerware from the table. The plate was a near miss from cutting Marientte's bare feet but she stood her ground, after all no matter how nice Adrien was, there was still a predator in his heart. Green eyes blazed with anger and a low snarl ripped from his throat, it had no effect on her after so long of being in his service. "You dare mock me and then presume to leave me!? For the flea bitten mongrel at that?"

"I'd rather lay with that so-called mongrel and risk fleas than be with you a moment longer than I have to." Marinette calmly stated, pulling on her inner strength to not let her ring fail her and reveal how fast her pulse was truly racing.

"What is this really about Marinette? Did I not give you all the splendor and treasures you could want? I let you choose a trade and keep your money from it, supporting you and never asking for you to repay your debt with me. Have I ever hurt you?" Adrien spread his arms dramatically, appearing innocent except for the look of rage taking over his face.

"Adrien. Do not make this a big deal, Plagg is already watching you closely." Praying to the demigod himself that Adrien wouldn't be able to call her bluff. "I am not a prize to be won or fought over, I am most certainly not yours. You have never hurt me nor have I you, please do not change that."

"Then leave, when you get fleas do not come crying to me." Adrien spun and left the dining hall, anger leaking from him.

Marinette wasted no time, teleporting back to her room and casting a cloaking spell on the chest. The transfer was done and quickly she saved the water for both by sealing the collection pots temporarily. The crystals went onto the pouch at her waist, Marinette noticed that there was more than usual and smiled in relief.

"One of three found little witchling. Best hurry to get out of here before my kitten blows a gasket." Plagg commented lazily, floating above the opening of her door.

"Thank you for your watchful eyes Plagg." Dropping into a quick curtsey and drawing a quiet chuckle from the Demigod, the witch finished packing what little was left. Humming brightly, she gasped as the chest shrunk into a perfect sized bracelet.

"The least I can do to help rectify the wrong that has been done towards you. Mayhaps you should find a mentor that has knowledge of God's and Divination."

"Consider it done! Master Fu told me if i ever needed anything to go see him at the Temple of Heroes." Marinette smiled brightly and with a wink, teleported into the clearing she favored. She miscalculated how drained she was on magic as something solid but somewhat squishy.

"Well lass, did not expect you to fall into my lap quite like this." The werewolf's deep timber caused a shiver to run up her spine.

"Not quite my intention but I do need help and a certain big friendly werewolf would be quite helpful against the big scary vampires."

"Well lassie, you're in luck. Just hang on." He shifted her to his back and she clung on for dear life with a huge smile on her face. Time to live for herself.

#miraculous lb #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lukanette endgame #plagg is a little shit

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Either 2 or 141 for Hermione and Fenrir. 2. “How long have you been standing there?” 141. “Use your words.” Hope the these help with the funk. Do you mind how many are sent?

Hey lovely! I don’t mind in the slightest how many are sent as long as the prompts are one at a time, or combining a few. One drabble per ask. Though, this one you sent has grown from a drabble into something much bigger. Teehhee! Hope you like it! xxx

Under the glow of the full moon, a witch stole down a garden path, her feet bare and her hair all in a mess. She was a wild thing stalking the darkness and she felt no fear of what lay among the shadows. Or at least that’s what she told herself. Moonlight gardening wasn’t a hobby she’d expected to enjoy, but one that bought her great happiness. By the light of the waxing moon, she harvested moonlillies and snowdrops, she weeded flowerbeds and tilled the soil, preparing the ground to sow the next batch of hollyhocks and miracle seeds.

She tended to it without a care for her loneliness until the low growl sounded from the darkness and the hairs on the back of her neck all stood on end.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked quietly, for though only the growl had sounded, Hermione could think of only one beast bold enough to stalk her by moonlight.

Another soft growl met her ears and Hermione tensed, one hand on her wand, the other gripping her secateurs tightly, lest she have need of them. She never knew when he came to her if he meant her ill will or something else. She never knew until the very last second when he was close enough to lunge.

“Use your words, Fenrir,” Hermione encouraged when the growling persisted until she looked over her shoulder, searching for him in the dark.

It was futile. She might imagine herself a creature of the night, but she could never blend so well into darkness as the werewolf haunting her back garden. He had a knack of folding himself into the smallest shadows and stealing away before the sun’s first light could kiss them from the world. Until he was good and ready to reveal himself, she knew he would simply growl from the shadows, perhaps prowl back and forth beyond the edges of her vision.

When first, he’d come, she had believed he meant her harm, and she’d fled to the house and sworn she would not return to the garden after night had fallen for as long as she lived. But there was power in moonlight, and she’d learned a simple pleasure in gardening, and if she had to face the werewolf in the wisteria bush to indulge both needs, so be it.

“You’ve been gone a long while,” she said conversationally, turning back to the seeds she was preparing for planting. “It’s been strange, tending my plants without the prickle of your presence sending a chill down my spine.”

Another growl met her ears at her words and Hermione tensed, hoping to Merlin that it really was Fenrir back there, and not some other werewolf who’d smelled Fenrir on her property and come to investigate. She didn’t imagine her strange visitor would take kindly to another encroaching on his territory.

“How have you been?” she asked, speaking softly while she leaned on her hands and knees to reach the middle of the bed where she dug rows in the soil with her fingers before laying out the hollyhock and miracle seeds one after the other. She would have grass stains on her knees and dirt under her nails before she was done, but there was a simple pleasure in touching the earth and letting its soothing presence cleanse her spirit.

“Words, Fenrir,” she reminded him a short while later as she moved around the bed, still planting. “Use them. If you’re not going to talk to me, why are you here?”

The next time he growled, the sound came from a lot closer behind her and Hermione startled a little, gripping the handle of her trowel a little tighter as she tilled the soil. She peered over her shoulder and blinked in surprise at the sight that met her gaze.

A monstrous wolf stood in the middle of her garden, the glint of the moon setting the grey fur stripe along his spine and down his tail to a bright silver glow. He was terrible and beautiful to behold, and the breath caught in Hermione’s throat at the sight of him. He’d never come to her in wolf form before. In the past, even if he arrived as a wolf, he never stayed that way in her presence. He always shifted in the shadows before revealing himself to her only when he was a man.

Hermione turned to face him, folding her legs beneath her and sitting in the grass by her flower bed, watching the wolf as he watched her, padding slowly closer on paws larger than dinner plates.

“Are you stuck in that form?” she asked mildly, still holding her spade and willing to use it should he choose to lunge for her throat, intent on ripping it out. For months now, he’d come to her by moonlight and sometimes he snarled and raged and yelled at her, coming to her for the sake of fighting with her before disappearing for weeks on end. Other times he came to her and he was sweet and apologetic, and she didn’t understand how they could be one and the same man.

He growled again, softly, still padding closer and Hermione watched him, entranced by the sight he made.

“Merlin, you’re big,” she murmured when he padded even closer, skirting carefully around the flowerbed she’d dug to stand before her, looming well over five foot at the tops of his ears. When he was stood before her, Hermione had to tip her head back to look up at him, and he sat back on his haunches before lowering his front half at the elbow until he half crouched in front of her, sniffing at her face intensely.

“May I?” she asked, suspecting this was one of the times he meant to be sweet to her, and so setting aside her trowel to reach a hand toward his ruff.

He nodded slowly and Hermione sank her hands into his thick grey fur, digging her fingers in and ruffling it. She smiled widely when he lowered his head to rest the top of it against her sternum, still sniffing her but surrendering to being petted. She never seen him in his form before, but she couldn’t resist treating him like every dog she’d ever encountered, devoting herself to the task of scratching behind his ears and ruffling his fur until he gave a canine groan and leaned into her hands.

Just when she thought she might’ve found a happy spot to set his leg to kicking, Fenrir tensed and used his enormous head to topple her body backward until she sprawled on the grass.

“Fenrir!” she complained, gripping his fur tightly when he moved to stand over her threateningly, beginning to sniff her in earnest, his muzzle butting against her chest, and her stomach and then lower.

“Hey!” Hermine protested when he nosed aside the skirt of her nightie to try and sniff between her legs. “No!” Not okay. You’re still a wolf! I don’t go in for that.”

He growled, pulling back from her and stepping over her. Hermione frowned at him as he padded into the middle of her freshly planted seed-beds.

“Greyback, come on. I just dug that. What are you doing? You’re going to crush the seeds, big as you are.”

She watched in surprise when his huge body began to shimmer a little, morphing before her eyes and she blinked when a large amount of grey fur fell from his body to scatter over the garden bed while he shook.

“Really?” she asked when he was human, balanced on his hands and toes over the plants and naked as a newborn.

“What?” he rumbled. “Hair is good for soil. Dig in in with the seeds. Be the best batch of Hollyhocks you ever grow, girly.”

“Get out of there before you crush something,” Hermione complained. “And what’s the big idea sticking you muzzle up my nightie?”

He smirked at her, and Hermione blinked when he jumped from his hands and feet as though he was still a wolf, clearing the flowerbed and landing neatly in the same position before rising to his feet.

“Where are you going?” she asked when he walked across the yard and into the shadows.

He didn’t answer, but when he reappeared, he wore jeans to hide his modesty.

“Do you have a secret stash of clothing in my yard somewhere?” she asked, surprised.

“Didn’t figure you’d appreciate me turning up naked,” he shrugged.

“Where are they? Why don’t you keep them in the house? Won’t they get wet and mouldy out here?”

“You worry too much, girly,” he said gruffly, crossing to where she sat and offering her a hand to help her to her feet. “Come on. Are you done with your planting?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “All the seeds are in.”

“Lets get you cleaned up, then,” he rumbled quietly, nodding her in the direction of the house though he turned his head this way and that, listening the sounds of the night.

“Is something wrong?” Hermione asked.

“Been away too long,” he said quietly. “Take your harvest. Head inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Hermione frowned up at him.

“Is there someone else out there?” she asked.

“Just go inside and get warm, girly,” he told her. “You’re covered in mud.”

He pointed to the stains on her knees.

“Yes, some big brute shoved me to the ground,” Hermione deadpanned.

“If you don’t hurry up, the same brute will shove you into a shower,” he told her. “Now go on.”

Before she could say anything else, his head suddenly turned sharply to the left and Hermione watched his eyes narrow before his hackles rose and he growled menacingly. Taking that as her cue, she headed for the backdoor quickly, the basket with her harvest tucked in the crook of her elbow as she went. When she reached the door and looked back, Fenrir was gone, but another loud growl from somewhere in the darkness followed by more snarling and some yelping made her think he wasn’t alone.

Shaking her head, she set aside her flowers and headed for the shower quickly, knowing he’d invade the bathroom with her if she took too long by his estimation. She knew he didn’t mean anything by it. She’d learned many things about Fenrir Greyback in the long years since the war, and when he invaded her shower it typically wasn’t because he was a pervert but because that’s where she was and he didn’t think twice about her nudity.

She dressed quickly once she was clean and headed back to the kitchen where she found him slipping in the back door with blood on his mouth and a nasty bite mark on his shoulder, some scratches on his stomach.

“Did you pick a fight with the neighbourhood cats?” she asked, though she suspected the intruder had been someone of a more magical origin.

“Anyone new moved to town while I’ve been away?” he asked.

“I don’t spend much time in the village,” Hermione reminded him. “I think the woman at the grocery store mentioned a new chap had moved in on the other side of town. Why? Werewolf?”

“Mmmm,” Fenrir hummed, washing his mouth at the sink. “Not sure if he scented me and came to investigate, or if he’s been loitering near your property.”

“Crookshanks has been out of sorts all week,” Hermione offered. “But I haven’t seen anyone snooping around, and I can typically feel where there are things lurking in the darkness on my property.”

“He wouldn’t have crossed the wall onto your property,” Fenrir shook his head. “He wouldn’t have dared.”

“If you’re about to tell me about having whizzed on all the fences to mark your territory, I’m going to be cross with you,” Hermione told him, putting her hands on her hips.

Fenrir darted a look at her before looking away and using a tissue to wipe at the blood from his wounds without speaking. Hermione had learned he did that when what he had to say was what she didn’t want to hear.

“You better not have whizzed on my vegetable patch,” she warned him. “I eat those.”

“I’m not a complete barbarian,” he said, shaking his head at her. “No one’s made any attempts to call on you, or say hello in the village?”

“I haven’t been down there in a few weeks,” Hermione shrugged. “What supplies I’ve needed, I’ve grabbed in Diagon Alley on my way home from work.”

“Might just be a curious pup, then,” Fenrir nodded. “But he was lurking. I don’t like it.”

Hermione smiled softly. “Perhaps I emit some beacon for werewolves that lures you all here,” she joked, grinning as she moved over to fish out the first aid box so she could put antiseptic on his wounds.

“Yeah, well. About that,” he said gruffly, surprising her when he tangled one hand into her damp curls and used the grip to tilt her head before lowering his nose the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent deeply.

“Good Lord, Fenrir, must you?” Hermione asked, goosebumps prickling across her skin.

“You’re not far off with your beacon idea,” he told her, his mouth by her ear as he continued breathing in her scent. “You said the kneazel’s been out of sorts all week?”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “Why? Don’t pull my head so far. You’re cricking my neck.”

He eased up on his grip slightly, but he didn’t release her, and his next exhale came out as a low growl.

“Are you worked up after your scuffle?” she asked. “Is that what this is?”

“Mmm-mmm,” he hummed negatively. “Bloody hell, girly. You’re...”

Hermione tensed when he breathed her in again before she felt the tip of his tongue tracing over her skin.

“I’m what?” she asked tightly, unsure how to react to his attentions. In all the months he’d been calling on her, the closest he’d come to what he was doing right now was the night he’d bitten her shoulder angrily when she’d whacked him with a frypan.

“Fuck,” he groaned roughly, his free hand snaking around her hip to fist the fabric of her shirt at the small of her back and pulling her forward, moulding her body to his. “You’re in heat, little witch. Merlin, I could eat you up.”

“I am no such thing, thank you!” Hermione snapped, pushing her hands against his chest and forcing him back, holding him at arm’s length. “I’m not a werewolf. I cannot go into heat.”

“You know what I mean,” he told her.

“I don’t,” Hermione huffed.

“I don’t know what it’s called in human terms. All I know is that you smell like if I was to fuck you right now, you’d get pregnant,” he said.

Hermione’s cheeks brightened to pink.

“Ovulating?” she asked. “You can... smell that?”

He raised his eyebrows at her and pointed a finger at his own chest. “Werewolf,” he reminded her.

“Right...” Hermione said, embarrassed. “But you can... oh Merlin, don’t tell me what else you can smell. I don’t want to know.”

He grinned at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Don’t look at me like that, Greyback,” Hermione huffed. “Go and shower, please, so I can treat these properly.” She waved a finger at his wounds.

“They’ll be fine,” he dismissed.

“Fine, you stink,” she told him. “Go and bathe. Now.”

He curled his lip at her, looking like he didn’t believe her, but Hermione scowled at him until he conceded and prowled out of the kitchen. She didn’t bother directing him; he more than knew the way. Whenever he came to call on her in one of his good moods, he tended to make himself right at home in her cottage, so he knew where to find a clean towel and in truth, the toothbrush she’d given him was still in the holder beside hers.

While he was gone, she fixed herself a pot of tea and set out a cup to make him one too, before helping herself to the biscuit tin with the freshly baked shortbread she’d made that morning. She carried it all into the lounge and curled onto the sofa to wait for him to return, ferreting a book from the bookcase, but also flicking on the telly, knowing he rather liked watching it. She was immersed in her novel when he reappeared, and Hermione jumped violently when he leaned over the back of the couch to whisper in her ear.

“Happy now?” he asked, before laughing when she dropped her book in surprise.

“I hate you,” Hermione told him, scowling over her shoulder.

He didn’t answer before clambering over the back of the couch rather than walking around it, sliding into the seat beside her and helping himself to the teapot and the biscuits she’d put out. They didn’t talk while he devoured the food, and Hermione noticed that he’d been right about his wounds not needing tending. They had already healed to shiny pink scars; something she could still see because he was still shirtless. He was always shirtless when he called on her. She expected he only owned one pair of jeans, actually. The rest of the time he simply wore fur.

“You were gone a long time,” Hermione said conversationally once he sat back with his tea in one hand and slung his arm along the back of the couch. Hermione knew it was an invitation to burrow into his side if she wanted to. Fenrir Greyback, much to her surprise, was quite touchy feely and fond of cuddling when he was in a good mood.

“Couple of months,” he agreed. “Was travelling.”

“Travelling?” Hermione frowned.

“Aurors are hunting me again,” he shrugged, his eyes on the telly.

“Harry again?”

“New group,” he answered. “Led them a dance to the North. They won’t come looking for me here.”

“Of course they won’t,” Hermione sighed. “They expect that if you did, I would know, and I would notify them.”

“Why don’t you?” he asked, darting a look at her before sipping his tea. “I’m usually a shit to you when I show up. Why don’t you tell them where I am so you can be done with me once and for all?”

Hermione sighed. She’d been asking herself that question for as long as he’d been calling on her - well over two years now, though often with long stints between visits.

“Who else is going to whizz on all my fences and scuffle with the neighbourhood beasts to keep them out of my garden?” she wanted to know, twisting around to lean back against his side so she could prop her book against her knees with her legs pulled up on the cushions.

She noticed the way he turned his head and lowered his nose to bury it in her curls, breathing in her scent again before he curled one scarred arm, ropey with muscle and sinew, over her chest and across her stomach to rest intimately on her hip.

“Why really, girly?” he asked into her ear.

Hermione bit her lip.

“Does it matter?” she asked in return because the truth was, she didn’t know why she never reported him, and why she let him keep coming, so much so that he had his own toothbrush in her bathroom, and his own teacup in her kitchen.

“It matters,” he said softly, “Do you know why you haven’t chased me off? Or are you unsure?”

Hermione turned her head to look at him.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Sometimes you come and you’re vicious and mean and you bite me and snarl and break things. But other times you come and your nice and you hunt down things to put in my freezer so I don’t have to buy protein, and you see off the local creeps that think I’m unattached - not by my own free will - and imagine their sad attempts to woo me will surely win them a place in my bed. I ought to hate you, knowing what you are and some of the things you’ve done... but...”

He watched her intently and Hermione watched him in return before shrugging her shoulders.

“But?” he prompted when she didn’t continue. “But sometimes I’m good company? But you secretly want to jump my bones and rut like dogs? But you can’t resist my charms? What?”

Hermione laughed softly, though she suspected he’d like answers to all three suggestions.

“But I just haven’t,” Hermione said. “I can’t explain it. The same way I can’t explain why I live alone on the far outskirts of an almost-all-muggle village or why I don’t keep in close touch with Harry and Ron anymore, or why I like to garden by moonlight and feel the earth under my fingernails when I do it. There are lots of things in my life I can’t explain. You’re simply one of them.”

He nodded slowly before the laugh reel on the telly distracted them both and Hermione turned her eyes to it for a few minutes when Fenrir huffed a soft laugh along with them. For the rest of the night, they stayed there like that on the couch, her leaned against his side reading her book, while he watched whatever programs took his fancy on the telly until well after midnight.

“You got work tomorrow?” he wanted to know when she yawned loudly, stretching languidly against him.

“Mmmm, no,” Hermione sighed, snuggling her cheek against his shoulder. “Tomorrow’s Saturday.”

“Good,” he said. “Come on, girly. Let’s get you to bed.”

He nudged her a few times, but when she didn’t budge he laughed softly and twisted, scooping her into his arms and carrying her out of the living room and to the stairs.

“I can do it,” she said, resigned to going to bed after all.

“Shhh,” he told her, carrying her up the stairs with ease.

At the top of them he buried his nose in her hair again.

“Hermione?” he asked quietly, surprising her with his use of her real name when he preferred calling her nicknames.

“Yes?” she asked, curling her head under his chin and enjoying how petite she felt when he carried her.

“Do you want answers to why you live out here alone, and why you don’t bother with your old school friends much anymore, and why you like gardening by moonlight?” he asked, shouldering open her bedroom door and carrying her to the bed where he set her down sliding her between the sheets.

“Do you have answers?” she asked, frowning up at him.

He met her eyes before shrugging but he nodded.

“Go on then,” she invited, blinking sleepily.

“You remember when I bit you?” he asked raising his eyebrows at her.

“In November?” she clarified, referring to the last time he’d showed up at her place highly out of sorts.

“The first time,” he said. “During the war. That day in the forest.”

“Oh,” Hermione said. “That time.”

She reached to touch the scar on the top of her right shoulder, where sometimes she would swear, she could still feel his fangs embedded in her flesh.

“That was a full moon day – right before the night of the full moon,” he told her quietly. “I wasn’t transformed, so you’re not a werewolf. But… I was so close to it that you’ve got some… traits.”

“Traits?” she asked. “Is this the part where you tell me I have a hairy back or something?”

He snorted, shaking his head and lowering himself down to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Not that I’ve seen,” he told her. “Though I’d be happy to do a thorough inspection, just to be sure.”

Hermione laughed and burrowed further under the covers.

“You see better in the dark,” he told her. “You take comfort in the glow of the moon. Take your steak rare…. And prefer the company of werewolves.”

“I…” Hermione frowned, prepared to deny him, but she knew for a fact that her favourite colleague at work was secretly a werewolf – something she’d only learned when Fenrir had smelled the scent of Hayley on her jumper one evening when he’d come to call after a work function where Hermione had loaned Hayley her coat after red wine was spilled on her dress in an unfortunate location over the bust.

“You do,” he told her. “It’s why the dates you used to go on with regular wizards all fizzled. It why you find no solace in your friendship with Potter and Weasley. It’s why you live out here alone, and yet make room for me in your life, even when I’m awful. You’re not a wolf, little moonlight, but you’re as close as one can humanly get without the wolf-bite.”

“But I…” Hermione began. “I don’t feel any ill effects at the full moon, or suffer like you do,” she pointed out.

“No, but you always know when it’s full, don’t you?” he asked. “You mark the days without even thinking, but you always know what phase the moon is. It’s why moonlight gardening appeals to you and works for you when so many others fail at it. You don’t feel any pain, but you feel the glow of it in your skin when it’s full, don’t you? You spend the full moon nights when I’m not here out there in the yard or even wandering the moors, don’t you?”

Hermione bit her lip, looking out the window as she nodded.

“Is that why you said I smell like I’m in heat?” she asked, frowning. “I don’t feel any different than I usually do.”

“No?” he asked. “Not at all? You don’t even feel like you need to shag someone?”

Hermione raised her eyebrows, her cheeks turning pink, though she ought to have grown accustomed to his habit of discussing the basic needs of her body in the same tone he would for the weather. They were one and the same to him, simply natural phenomenon to be dealt with accordingly.

“No more than I usually do when you’re here,” she answered without thinking.

“Makes a difference when I’m not here, does it?” he grinned and Hermione blushed.

“Um…” she said.

“Don’t answer that one, little moonlight,” he shook his head, grinning when she rallied her courage to admit that, yes, it did make a difference. “Not tonight, with the full moon so close. Not smelling like you do right now.”

“Why?” Hermione asked.

“Because if you tell me you want to rut more when I’m around than you do when I’m not, all while you smell like you’re in heat, ripe and ready to carry my pups… I might just plant one in you, girly,” he told her, rising to his feet and pulling the covers up to her chin before making for the door, intent on patrolling the garden again, she expected.

He was in the doorway before the words blurted out of her mouth, unbidden.

“Would that be so bad?” she asked, unable to bite the question back before it was out of her mouth.

Fenrir stumbled in surprise, catching himself and bracing his hands in the doorframe as he stood there with his back to her, unmoving. Hermione instantly regretted her words. Gods, had she irreparably decimated this strange thing that had grown between them? Was there any going back from a question like that?

Slowly, he turned back to look at her and his eyes glowed the gold of the wolf. Had she angered him? Usually his eyes only went like that when he was angry with her…

“What was that?” he confirmed quietly.

“Um…” Hermine said, clearing her throat nervously. “I said…”

“Don’t say it again unless you want me to join you in that bed right now, little moonlight,” he warned her.

Hermione gulped audibly and picked at the duvet for a minute, weighing her options before latching onto her courage. She cleared her throat and look up to meet his eyes once more before she repeated, “Would that be so bad?”

Fenrir’s low growl filled her eyes and Hermione squeaked when he pounced from the doorway, all the way across the room to land on the bed with her.

“You sure?” he confirmed, giving her one last chance to change her mind.

Hermione reached up, carding her fingers through the mess of dark hair hanging about his shoulders.

“Certain,” she whispered, before pulling his lips down to hers and kissing him until she couldn’t breathe.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25211959

or FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13641085/1/Little-Moonlight

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noctuascion · 4 years

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werewolf mirage and vampire crypto prompt! mirage can control when he transforms usually but he loses control during full moons. he gets confused and aggressive with the intense need to howl at the moon. a grumpy vampire crypto has to try to calm him down!

;; Ty Chini I wuv,,,, I hope I can do it justice,, ;;

Elliott hated full moons. There wasn't anything in particular wrong with them. They were actually quite beautiful, and the light emanating from it was bright enough that it made his partner's lavender skin nearly glow in the dark. However, there was a downside to it that ended up ruining the experience for him entirely; he wasn't sure if it was enough to ruin it for Tae Joon or not, and he really hoped it didn't.

As a werewolf, he had control over two physical forms: that of a human, the only giveaway to his canine nature being fangs and the occasional urge to chase mailmen, and that of a menacing beast, and either were typically shifted into whenever he desired. During full moons, however, were the times he couldn't control the transformation, and he was stuck in his wolffish form, unable to communicate and unusual urges exemplified.

Park himself was always alerted to it whenever he was seated downstairs, drinking a glass of blood, and he suddenly heard something shatter or break, slamming, or howling—sometimes a mixture of the three. It wasn't a cause for alarm anymore, the vampire having now grown so accustomed to it that all he released was a tired sigh, placing his glass upon a table, before moving upstairs, silent and quick.

Their home was spacious but not overly so. They liked having extra rooms for guests, but they rarely entertained company (mostly because of Park; he hated socializing), so there wasn't much use for it. Elliott, however, did bring up a good point once: he did want to start a family one day—when his partner was ready, of course.

It was tempting, to have little humans or supernatural creatures running around, making a mess and being strangely endearing at the same time, but he wasn't sure if either were ready for such a responsibility, especially if this monthly occurrence was an issue.

The vampire reached their shared room, immediately spotting the werewolf in the middle of the floor, padding around with his ears flattened, quiet growls emanating from his form. The transformation was always so forceful and abrupt that it left the werewolf feeling anxious and threatened, acting like even the smallest object in the room was out to get him. Judging by the broken lamp on Park's side of the bed, he appeared to believe the vampire's dim lamp was out to get him.

The creature immediately spun around to face him once the door was opened, and it had taken only seconds for Elliott to recognize Tae Joon, those familiar icy optics and same lavender skin. Park entered the room, shutting the door behind him, and moved over to the bed. Elliott's ears remained down, but his tail was tucked between his legs, and quiet whines were escaping him now.

Park wasn't an expert in deciphering Elliott's behavioral patterns, but he's been through this enough times to know what to do.

"You're replacing that lamp," he said, sitting upon the plush comforter atop their bed. Elliott had apparently messed it up a bit either during or after his transformation. "When you're normal again, you have a mess to clean."

The wolf hopped up on the bed, shoving his nose against Park's cheek, drawing forth an annoyed groan from the latter. Clawed hands gently came up to run along the dark brown fur covering the creature's body, scratching just gently enough to help ease the anxiety in the other. It appeared to be working as well, seeing as Elliott's tail began to wag.

Park huffed out a soft laugh, though it quickly turned into a noise of disgust when the other decided to lick his face, having very little regard for the other's preference for his face to remain uncovered in saliva.

"You're gross," the vampire hissed, using his sleeve to wipe away the slobber; jokes on Elliott—he swiped his hoodie earlier and was currently sporting it. "Why can't you be normal?"

The wolf released a huff of his own, pulling away from Park's grasp and moving to lay on the bed, his head planted firmly in the vampire's lap.

"Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be a normal couple," Park wondered aloud, a hand immediately moving to continue petting his partner. The other just released what sounded like a hum. "Mm. You're right. Too boring. Who could live such a mundane existence if their partner didn't run after frisbees everyday?"

Elliott suddenly moved up and shoved his head against Park's chest, pushing him down on the mattress, and annoyingly shoving his nose in the vampire's face. More groans of protests came from him, shoving at the canine in an attempt to get him to move off. An occasional chuckle or two escaped him, but nothing that resonated.

The wolf decided he was tired, though, and decided to lay his warm body right on top of Park's frigid one, the vampire once again groaning at the actions of his nuisance of a partner. He wasn't particularly tired, and his glass of blood downstairs wasn't going to drink itself, but Elliott always got rather clingy during full moons; he suspects it's because he's the only thing that keeps him grounded during this, the only thing keeping him anchored to sanity. He can only imagine how the other would handle a full moon without him around.

He never really minded. Elliott did a lot for him without question, and he'd easily do just as much for him. He deserved every kindness provided—and more. He'd deal with the gross dog breath, gross slobber, and the acting like a clingy pup if it made the other feel better—even if he was just an overall nuisance.

"You're lucky I like you," he muttered, trying to get comfortable under the mass atop him; Elliott's wolf form was larger than an average canine, about as large as their bed, and he was completely trapped beneath him, like a heavy blanket. "Otherwise I'd kick you out and let you chase cars down the street."

Elliott's head lifted up, staring at him, before it leaned forward and more gross licks were given, the vampire spluttering and gently swatting him away.

"Gross. Knock it off. I could be having dinner right now, you know."

The wolf ignited him, head returning to its resting place just beside Park's. The vampire scoffed, rolled his eyes, before he allowed himself to fully indulge in the warmth of the other. Seeing as he had no heartbeat, no blood circulating his system, he was a rather frigid creature. He only really experienced warmth when he fed from the source or when he was cuddled up in bed with Elliott. It was… nice, pleasant, and he didn't hesitate to soak it all up. The other never minded apparently, since he was usually incredibly warm and liked being cooled off by his partner's cold fingers running through his hair or his icy body pressed against his own.

His frigid body also appeared to help relax Elliott during full moons, easier to sleep when he was colder.

So Park wouldn't move, wouldn't bother him. Even when morning came and the sun was blocked by their curtains, the darkest color they could find with the thickest material available, Park didn't move, relishing in the warmth he woke up to, and his partner back to human form. He was still laying on top of him, much to the vampire's annoyance, but the werewolf wasn't moving anytime soon, claiming he was "so comfy," and that it'd "ruin his morning if he had to get up now."

So there they remained for a good duration of the morning, Park's claws gently scratching Elliott's head, running through brown curls and pulling content sighs from the man.

"Y'know, my adorable ice pop," the werewolf began, head resting atop the other's quiet chest; it was still so jarring not hearing a heartbeat from him, even after all this time, "you act all crabby and pretend you hate my doggy kisses, but you never actually use any strength when pushing me away."

"Shut up, idiot. I just don't want to hurt you," the vampire grumbled, gently yanking on Elliott's hair; he was rewarded with an "ouch" and a groan.

"Uh-huh. C'mon, babe, just admit it."

"No."

"You know you wanna."

"I don't."

Elliott shifted so his chin was resting on Park's chest, staring into those gorgeous eyes currently glaring holes into his own. "I can just kiss you now."

"I prefer your actual kisses to your… 'doggy kisses.'"

The werewolf hummed, moving closer to press a kiss to the other's chin. "You'll admit that, but you won't admit you like the doggy kisses? Harsh, babe. My inner pup's crying."

"Nuisance."

"Gorgeous."

"You can't counter every insult with a compliment."

The werewolf pushed himself up on all fours, hovering over the vampire, before pressing another kiss to Park's face, this time his nose. "I can. Just did."

"Elliott."

"Tae Joon."

"I swear to god—"

The lavender-skinned male was interrupted by his partner licking a long stripe up his cheek to his forehead before leaping off of the bed, making a quick exit and avoiding the pillow tossed at him.

"You still need to replace that lamp, moron!"

"Can't hear you! Down the hall—ah, fuck!"

Park heard a crash, something break, and Elliott attempting to pick up whatever he broke. And, for a moment, the vampire just laid back in bed, wondering how he was so strangely lucky to have this idiot to spend his immortal life with.

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #unsure how i feel about this #like all my writing i probably hate it #but i hope you enjoyed;;;#thank you for the request as always hon #jt's always super appreciated <3

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cruoremprys · 4 years

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The Van Der Linde Gang as werewolves 🐺 Part One

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Arthur is a massive werewolf. Definitely above average. His muzzle is more like a shepherd's. His fur is medium length and soft to the touch (if he's clean). More bulky and not nearly as fast. Arthur is old enough to have learned how to fight. His ears are perked and rounded, with a few nicks. His paws a very large, nails showing some normal wear. Nice big teeth.

Hosea is also on the large side size wise, but he's much more lanky. Think a Borzoi really. A very long muzzle. His fur is long and silk with slight waves to it. Don't let that fool you, it's fairly thick and warm. It's a very lovely blond color with some silver, especially around the muzzle. Not nearly as much of a fighter but very agile and clever. His paws are thin with incredibly sharp nails.

Dutch is an average sized werewolf. His appearance is very striking regardless. Silky coal black hair which is thicker on his chest, limbs and tail. Very large, pointed ears and sleek muzzle. Big teeth. He's very intimidating to face. A few silver hairs in his muzzle now, but not very noticeable unless up close. Slightly oversized paws. He spends a good amount of time making sure his claws are well cared for.

John is also average sized but his fur and proportions make him look considerably more wild. He's fit, not nearly as much as Arthur or Charles, and his limbs are long. His fur is a rich black color and is noticeably thicker around his neck/chest, down his spine and tail. His muzzle is scarred up and on the longer side, his head and ears very angular. He's scrappy and seems to be missing fur patches all the damn time.

Charles is above average and similar to Arthur in build, except his muzzle is shorter and thicker. His fur is thick and soft, like a Newfoundland or Retriever, and a very luxurious black. A double coat. His ears are more cocked however. His paws have slightly webbing and are large, which helps with all sorts of terrain. Very good at walking on snow. Despite his size, Charles has learned to very agile too. Definitely very skilled in either form.

Javier is smaller but don't let that fool you. He's still incredibly dangerous and takes a great deal of care into his claws. They are well kept and sharp at all times. He's very well built and proportioned, a good shaped head. However, his fur is short, which isn't appropriate for cooler temperatures. It's a dark brindle and soft to the touch. His tail is long and thin. It feels like a whip when it hits you. His neck scar is noticeable in his wolf form.

Sadie being a woman means nothing. She's edging on the large size, very strong legs and tends to look wild. A very narrow muzzle, the fur color is very light with dark whiskiers. Its also double coated, especially thick around the neck and chest (like a mane). Large paws helped with living in the mountains and her claws show normal wear, especially the back ones.

Molly is a surprisingly terrifying werewolf. Irish werewolves have a more ethereal look to them, Ireland being a very mystic place. Her fur is fairly long but even over the body. Its texture is difficult to describe and a rich red. Her teeth are small (and there's many), making her look a little intimidating. Her claws are very long and sharp, back and front. Her paws are thin and look like they have a joint too many. She doesn't shift very often.

Sean is much the same build wise and ethereal looking as Molly. His fur is a vibrant red, shaggy and more wiry in texture. He also seems to have too many teeth, small and sharp, even if a few are missing now. His claws are a little more worn. His eyes seem a little too bright, especially in the dark. Strong back legs and long tail.

Kieran rivals John on how disproportionate he looks. He's always hunched over and rarely stands to his full height and his tail tucked between his legs most of the time. It makes his torso look shorter than it is and legs far too long. Very large pointed ears and big paws. A long muzzle and so many whiskers. He doesn't spend a lot of time worrying about his appearance so his claws are in rough shape. Is actually intimidating as fuck if you get him to stand up straight.

Bill doesn't have height on his side but he's got a lot of bulk. And he's a lot more hot headed, doesn't think before he rushes into fights. His fur is pretty standard, a rich shade of brown. He's got big jowls and strong teeth. His bite is down right killer, very few things able to withstand it. Has a lot of fur around the muzzle and a lot of whiskers. His nails show the usual wear and tear, his paws are very large and heavy. Not very agile but definitely able to throw his weight around.

Susan is an average height with a strong chest and narrow hips. Very luxurious and thick fur, especially thick around her neck, chest and forearms. Susan doesn't spend as much time as she use too on self grooming but still takes great care of her fur and claws. Her paws are slender. Susan's howl has a very unique quality to it, very akin to a woman's deeper singing voice. Her head has a very classical look to it and her tail has a natural curl.

#coyote writing #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #van der linde gang #arthur morgan #hosea mathews #dutch van der linde #john marston #charles smith #Javier escuella #Sadie Adler #molly o'shea #sean macguire #kieran duffy

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sugar-petals · 5 years

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:: BTS ◇ Being Their Werewolf Girlfriend

NOTE › @.btsxdoll reblogged a ‘where are the female werewolves in fantasy?’ post which inspired this. enjoy ♡

↳ warnings 🌙 dom/sub, smut, angst, marking, dash of humor

[ jimin ] ➝ He definitely knows that catchy Shakira song, even the Spanish version. But what a real she-wolf roaming his garden at 3 AM ends up being like will blow his mochi mind. Oh yes. It really is a whole new world. And holy shit, you are one hell of a gnarling beast on that lawn. Jimin will be honest with you: If he could, he’d probably brag on twitter all day that you have gigantic claws. That he’s allowed to touch them when you aren’t particularly wilding out somewhere in the local forest scratching pine trees or off to hang out with a fifteen-member, cigarette-smoking ghoul gang.

But since it’s classified who you are, no tweets allowed. Sadly, he can’t meet the cool ghouls either. For obvious reasons though, he’d be too tasty a dinner, and he understands that you want to protect him. It’s already hard on you to have a kind of parallel life far from your control. Something so covert, scary, and taboo. Mingling with dangerous cemetary creatures for a night, only to return to a completely normal life. As if nothing happened! But cordial Jimin reassures you. Doesn’t make a hidden werewolf identity make someone the most interesting person ever? He couldn’t be a better boyfriend.

[ taehyung ] ➝ It’s no secret that sweet Tae loves everything fluffy. The boy can’t lie, he likes your fur and muzzle. Every time you transform, he even keeps a diary entry on it. Keenly documenting everything he observes from characteristics to variations of behavior depending on the environment. You really could say he’s a werewolf biologist. He even discovers that if you eat red cabbage the with the moon waning, the transformation happens a lot faster than usual. Seriously, who could be better at dealing with any canine activity — large-scale, small-scale — than dog lover Taehyung.

What he’s scared of and prevents a lot of cuddles are your, um, well. Huge dripping fangs and a bite force of five-hundred pounds per square inch to back it up. He has a reason to be careful. However, you’d rather devour some random suburb animals even in your worst of moods. Yeontan excluded. He likes you. It’s fun communicating with him. The world is interesting through werewolf eyes, but since it’s only for one night or two, Yeontan’s perspective is even more interesting since his form is permanent. Rascal sure knows a lot of gossip that would otherwise have never seen the light of day.

[ jin ] ➝ Now, let’s set the record straight. If there’s one man on the face of this sordid planet who loves sizzling danger? It’s Worldwide Fearless on duty. Jin is the chosen one to have as a designated boyfriend. All his life he dreamed of eerie thrills like that, and it became true. Fate! The first night you were shocked to see your ears grow all fuzzy out of literal nowhere, but Jin knew he made the right dating choice. Your final form has the guy all fired up. He desperately wants to be bitten, growled at, paw-slapped, tossed around, walked on (!), licked head to toe. Long story short, he’s your #1 biggest were-fan.

But at the end of the day, no sexual feelings and acts involved. You’ve talked about that at length. To him, such conversations are normal, but which other couple ever talks about something as touchy. Jin would totally be a monster fucker if you weren’t completely beside yourself after transformation. So there is surely be no guarantee of what could happen. Especially with you being a very hungry lycanthrope raiding the basement. Which he neatly stocks up three days before the big event, and you can feast on it instead of turning this whole party into a literal “EatJin”. God forbid, you’d rather walk on him.

[ yoongi ] ➝ As cool as a cucumber. His mother raised a level-headed boy. When the moon is out there taking its monthly liberty to go off I guess, he sits on the porch with his phone’s lunar calendar and Rolex out, only waiting for shit to go down. Yes, he’s mastered all predictive methods. Sweet technology has made it easy for him. You always joke how Yoongi might as well open a ‘Were-Watching’ tourism business if the world were just a bit more open-minded and capitalism an ethical thing. Anyways. In the meantime, you’re busy hulking out in the cornfields and howling like there’s no tomorrow.

Usually coming back for breakfast, hornier than the local elks in heat. Still with all rabid instincts half active, ready to pounce on what smells so good lying in your bed without pajamas on. Yoongi thinks he’s just one lucky dude not just getting all marked up, but occasionally salivated on when he’s waking up. Normally, sex would end up casual, but post-transformation banging is guaranteed to be energetic and sweaty beyond what he believed was possible. Which guy has his girlfriend plant herself on top of him baring her teeth like, well yeah, a fucking wolf? And he thought life would be endlessly boring.

[ hoseok ] ➝ When you first approach him with your secret five months into the relationship, he thinks that you want to act out some hybrid fanfiction or roleplay. You say no Hoseok, I really am, y’know, huge and a dangerous ball of fur once in a while. But to no avail. To him, out of sight, out of mind. The oddly not-like-you-but-actually-you-shaped footprints around the garage don’t convince him. Hell, even the two-day ‘mountain vacation’ you take every four weeks doesn’t make Hoseok question that something very wolfy could be going on. “A wolf? Just drop by then!” he says, all nonchalant.

So it takes the big wolf lady to knock on his window to prove that she’s not kidding and this is what he signed up for. He will take a while to digest things, reconsider his priorities. Is he prey, is he not? Tongue-in-cheek, you assure him that you only munch on the super built hikers who throw their trash into nature. You surely wouldn’t feel saturated eating a skinny guy. That does help Hoseok feel off limits in an unexpected way. There’s still much to get used to, but his chef talent can deal with your strong appetite surging every once in a while and he helps to remove the footprints so the neighbors don’t worry.

[ namjoon ] ➝ It’s like Fox Mulder seeing actual aliens land on earth. Hardly surprised. “Knew it!” is the final verdict when you confess to RM what’s going on. After some lightheaded pre-full-moon feelings make you rip up a sofa pillow at night. Entirely in a daze and pretty much close to howling already. Namjoon quickly understands the scope of peril and eventually opts for sleeping at Jimin’s if it gets a little too animalistic. Other than that, he’s well-informed. He might as well read ‘Mystic Creatures of Moderity′ in his favorite chair while you’re busy gnawing on a raw steak locking yourself in the kitchen.

Namjoon is happy to have something weird going on in his life to shake things up. It feels like a movie to him. Arguably, to others, it would be bizarre and both of you have to hide everything properly. Blasting funky disco music during your noisier transformations and such. Or pretending you’re a very well-crafted 3D robot Halloween costume which people do buy into. But some paranormal stuff happening in his backyard once a month? A whole lot of shed grey hair clogging the shower the day after transforming? Who gives a fuck, it’s just Joon’s girlfriend having a jolly good time. X-Files case closed.

[ jungkook ] ➝ Admittedly... a bit obsessed. With seeing your full eight feet tall incarnation, doing some unhinged shit out in the woods. That’s sexy. But JK is also caring — you’re hypersensitive to anything silver and most other human interference, after all. Sure, his scent has been up close for a long enough time not to trigger you anymore, even in your full wolven form. But there are still risks involved. The angel promises to stay by your side regardless. And indeed: He’s gonna camp in a raised blind with binoculars to watch over you in the forest moonlight. No zookeeper will get their hands on you, promised.

Jungkook really admires you in every aspect. No judgment. The animal enthusiast in him just can’t help it. Wolves in and of themselves are a huge interest to him, now he gets to know that you can grow paws, a tail and all that, the full package? Wow. He will never not be stunned. Jungkook wants to know everything about your kind. What you eat, how your heightened senses work, how you navigate your territory, what you feel. He also loves the thrill of adrenaline because boy do you go apeshit in the first couple hours of moonlight exposure. JK is a positive type of overwhelmed. The guy’s in love.

#bts #bts headcanons #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fantasy au #bts reactions #original content

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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Can i get a nsfw werewolf jotaro/fem s/o scenario where he is in a rut? bonus points for calling him a good boy and happy tail wagging 💖💗

First time writing something like this, so I really hope it's okay. I'm not that familiar but you gave me something new to try! Thanks!

NSFW 18+ ONLY

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Jotaro was a mysterious man.

You were completely taken by his rough, good looks the moment you two made eye contact nearly a year ago. But there was also something that you thought he may have been hiding.

You two had struck up a relationship about a month after you met. Since then, for a couple days each month, he had up and left; saying he was going away for work and not to worry about him. He was a busy man, so you believed him.

But this month had been different.

This time, instead of him saying he was leaving for work, he asked you to go camping with him.

You were taken back by the question. You didn't think he would be into that stuff, but you agreed to go. Who knows? It could be really fun.

Once out of the city, the trees of the forest started to appear.

The drive was long, but Jotaro looked like he knew where he was going.

Turning your head slightly to him, you seen him grip the steering wheel a little tighter and then relaxed his hand; almost like he was holding something back.

"Jotaro?" You asked. "Are you okay? You have been more silent than usual. Is something on your mind?"

Something was. But he wasn't going to tell you...yet. "I'm alright. We're almost there."

You nodded, still a little worried, but if he said he was fine, then he was fine.

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The wooded area was very secluded. It wasn't even a campground, you two were literally out in the middle of nowhere.

After parking the car, you followed Jotaro deep into the wood. The smell of the forest was quite pleasant as you stepped over moss and fallen trees. Birds chirped overhead as they flew through the branches.

Jotaro finally stopped at a clearing and set down the camping gear you brought. "We'll set the tent up here."

"Wow!" You gasped, completely taken by the area. Lush greenery surrounded you; it was beautiful. "Hm?" You noticed a spot just off to the side where Jotaro had started to set up the tent. Already formed, was a man made fire pit. "Jotaro... How did you find this place?"

Not looking up from his task, his muscles tensed a little. "I-I come out here every so often. I kind of made it my own."

A small smile curved on your mouth. You guess he came here when he was overly stressed and needed to get away once and a while to relax. And this time, he was kind enough to bring you along. Walking over, you helped him put up the tent.

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The fire crackled as you sat between Jotaro's legs; his arms wrapped around you.

The sun had set almost an hour ago, and since then, Jotaro shifted uncomfortably behind you. "Jotaro... You've been acting weird all day, are you sure you're feeling okay?" Now you were genuinely worried, you had never seen him like this.

As if struggling with himself, he turned you around to face him. "Y/N... There is...something I have to tell you about- and please, don't freak out."

Just with that plea, you were already feeling scared; backing up from him as the two of you stood up.

Overhead, the light of the full moon shone through the opening of the clearing. Jotaro twitched and withered a little; something sprouting from the top of his head.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing; this was like something out of a fairy tale. From his head came two, large, furry ears. The colour and shape of his pupils changed as well. Pinching yourself, and feeling pain, you could tell that what you were seeing, was definitely real. "Wh-"

When Jotaro seemed to be finished changing, he looked at you with uncertainty and a little bit of embarrassment. He looked mainly human, still, except for the ears and the eyes. He didn't say anything.

What could you do? You were frozen in shock and fear. You always thought there was something he was hiding, but you never thought this was it.

Exhaling a frustrated sigh, he spoke. "I know this is hard to believe, and honestly, I'm sorry I kept this from you. I really do care for you and if I want to be with you, then there can't be any secrets." He took a cautious step to you. When you didn't move, he took another. And then another until the gap between you was closed.

Part of you wanted to run. But the other part of you was entranced by this supernatural being.

He didn't look like he wanted to harm you in the slightest. Instead, he surprised you by placing his large hands on your arms and bent down to nuzzle your neck.

Your still clouded mind brought up your hand on its own and placed it on his cheek. He still smelt like the man you fell in love with, except now he looked like some kind human-wolf hybrid. It was kind of...sexy...

Stepping back a little, Jotaro's worried eyes looked at you again. "Are you okay with this?"

"Th-This is certainly something I never expected..." You stuttered. "I still feel like I'm in some sort of dream."

He could understand that. You were the first person he told about this, and he was terrified at what you thought.

Sensing that he was scared, you walked up to him and slid your hands up his shirt. Looking up to his face, you smiled nervously. "Can... Can I touch your ears?"

He crouched so you could feel them; velvety soft. You giggled when you dared to scratch behind one of them, making him close his eyes and melt under your touch.

"I-I'm glad you accept me like this, Y/N." He nuzzled your neck again. "Because I have been feeling these...urges, lately."

Your eyes widened at this confession. "Urges? Wh-What kind of urges?"

Jotaro averted his eyes, embarrassed to even look at you. "Well, honestly, there was a reason why I asked you to come out here with me... I know we have been dating for a year now, and we've been together countless times, but when I'm like this, I have this animal instinct to..."

You caught on to what he was trying to say. You had imagined what it could be like to create life with Jotaro before, but that was when you thought he was a full human. But if you had to be honest, doing it this way could be fun, too.

Your hand moved from his stomach to his back, where you felt something above his bottom. "Is this a tail? You have a tail, too?"

His cheeks blushed.

Leaning into his body, and a seductive tone, you said, "Take me, Jotaro. Give into these urges."

Jotaro was surprised, but also excited that you were game for this. He backed you against a tree and kissed you; hands working to get rid of your clothes. He got rid of his own, too.

He bent down to his knees, his face hovering over your wet sex and started to work you with his tongue. Three quick licks and then a long, slow fourth lick while he looked up at you. He repeated that over and over.

Your legs shook with pleasure as you struggled to keep yourself standing. The sight of him licking you with ears atop his head made the feeling ten times more exciting. "Oh...! Jotaro... You're so good at that." Tugging at his hair roughly, you made a sinful grin. "Such a good boy."

With a flick of his eyes, he looked at you like 'did you really just call me a good boy?'. Either way, his tail wagged at your praise, happy he was making you feel this way.

Jotaro backed his head away and grabbed your arms, pulling you down to the ground with him and put you on your hands and knees. You could see why he brought you out to the woods. To him in this state, it felt more natural to mate with a female out in the wild.

Lovingly, he placed his left hand on your ass and moved his right hand up and down your spine. Leaning over, he growled into your ear. "I hope you're ready. Because this is going to get out of control."

And he was right.

His cock entered you with one, hard thrust, making your gasp at the sudden, painful pleasure. Your hands dug into the dirt, the feeling unlike your romps at home. His pace was set, but then he started moving faster. "I'm going to fill you up." He panted. "I've wanted this for a while. I want you to be my mate forever."

That low, very deep voice of his rattled you, making you bite your lip to keep you from screaming.

"You don't have hold back, Y/N. We're in the middle of nowhere, be as loud as you want." Jotaro moved his hand around to rub your clit.

"Nnngghh...aaahhhhhh!"

Everything around you disappeared as you came over his cock, screaming his name and making your orgasm echo through the trees. Jotaro came as well; biting hard down between your shoulder and neck and growling as he filled you with his seed.

He never let you go until he was completely empty. Releasing your skin from between his teeth, he slid out of you, using his spent cock to push back in whatever of his cum spilled out. Not a drop to be wasted.

Your arms and legs gave out from under you and you collapsed to the ground, rolling onto your back. Jotaro straddled over you, looking over your naked body with those fierce eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

You never felt the pain until he mentioned it, your mind was too occupied earlier. Smiling, you brought up your hand and ran a hand through his hair, scratching behind his ear. "I will be alright, my love."

His face came to the bite he left on your shoulder, licking your wound. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"H-How long does this breeding thing last?"

"A couple days."

A breathy laugh left your mouth. "Well, after this is all done, I'm going to need a couple days to recover. You're lucky I love you so much."

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