#I love siblings doomed by the plot but who forcefully un-doom themselves together

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That one old tumblr post about how in some versions, if you truly love someone you can break their transformation by calling their name + another version where you can just throw their clothes at them, but it’s Ford going after Stan and giving him his clothes back and loving his brother no matter what and that is what got him into cryptology instead of just his extra fingers

Werewolf Stan. In my brain. Werewolf Stan who transforms for the first time and is scared and hurt and angry and confused, until you or me or y/n or Fiddleford or whoever the fuck goes out into the yard, sits, and gently calls to the hulking, fury, snarling and whimpering figure in the trees. Werewolf Stanley, brain addled from his transformation. He still knows. More beast than man, he still recognizes. He knows "safe." He crawls on his belly, whimpering and snuffling as he tries to squeeze as much as his massive form into a lap as possible. Big head in the lap, muscular, furry arms wrapped around a body twice as small as him. Big brown eyes peer up from under shaggy fur. He's a beast but he's Stan. It's him. He's scared. He just needs to be held, until the moonlight fades. Feels guilty that it takes all night, but relieved he's not left alone. Safe from himself in those arms.