#WolfShifter

[chaebolheir]

commission for @mithrasisgay was a blast working on wolfboy irvhen and his so not obvious crush!

[sillywolfboy]

Welcome!

welcome to my account this is a whimsy twee 2014-2016 themed account! :)

ill be posting vlogs and more

im also a mythical wolf shifter ( its ok if you dont believe me we all have different opinions and beliefs )

stay tuned!

[worldaccordingtomshyde]

The Laughter of The Wolfkin (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/379110282-the-laughter-of-the-wolfkin?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=thalassobibiophile The Appalachian Mountains hold a magic all their own, a whisper of myth and legend woven into the very fabric of the ancient forests and winding streams. It was in this landscape, steeped in mystery and wild beauty. The complexities of love and belonging, the joy of found family, and the power of acceptance in a world that often struggles with difference. The world of the Luminescent pack, charmed by Jin and Jungkook's blossoming romance, and ultimately touched by the heartwarming tale of their journey toward love and belonging. The process of crafting this story has been a labor of love, and I sincerely hope that love shines through on every page. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+ Disclaimer: The content displayed on the website is the intellectual property of the Ms. Hyde. You may not reuse, republish, or reprint such content without our written consent. All information posted is merely for entertainment purposes. While the information on this website has been verified to the best of our abilities, we cannot guarantee that there are no mistakes or errors.

[joyffree]

A Wolf's Temptation: Legacy Reborn (Guardians Book) Paranormal Shifter Romance by Valerie Twombly

The weight of the pack rests on his shoulders. A Guardian destined for greatness. A bond forged in fire.

With time running out and an ancient force awakening, will their connection be the key to survival—or the weapon that destroys them both?

Expect:

Wolf Shifter Alpha Hero Fated Mates Spicy

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

Pack Ruin is live, and in KU! If you like action, angst, humor, and a slow-burn (this one heats up, tho!), grab your copy now ~

𖠰 Wolf Shifters

ᨒ↟ Touch Her & Die

𖠰 Slow Build RH

ᨒ↟ Morally Dark Grey MMC

𖠰 Soulmates/Rejected Mates

ᨒ↟ Traumatized but 𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 FMC

𖠰 𝙈𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚...𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣.

Blurb:

ᨒ↟ My past is hunting me.

𖠰 The Mountain pack is everything I hoped: a haven where every shifter has the same rights. Pack laws are respected and followed without fail. Even the Alpha must obey them, or suffer dire consequences. But the law says I’m not allowed to live here.

ᨒ↟ When the corrupt leader of the Council delivers an ultimatum calling for the death of one of my mates, there are no good options. If we stay, it means war. If we sneak away, we become rogues. No matter what, my dream of a safe home is ruined.

𖠰 And my only escape may be back where I began.

ᨒ↟ Book three in The Splintered Bond Series, Pack Ruin is a 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙢 wolf shifter romance with a cliffhanger, previously released on Kindle Vella, now edited and extended. Please read the content advisories in the Author’s Note. You must read the series in order. The final book comes out in early 2025.

𖠰 Start the series with Pack Reject:

ᨒ↟ Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/220354998-pack-ruin

MY ARC REVIEW:

The third book in The Splintered Bond series, and boy, these books just get better and better, lots of action and lots going on in the storyline, I really found it difficult to put it down!

Flor's mate collection is growing! Each of them are so different - Brand is fabulous, love him, he would do anything for Flor, like them all really, but he is the soft and emotional one, yet he turns out to be so strong in this book! Glen is the fun one and has rejected his own pack to be with Flor, and is now wanted by the Council, preferably dead. Finnick is back under his parent's thumb, being made to do things he doesn't want to do, whilst loving Flor from afar, trying to keep her away to keep her safe. Luke is the Southern heir, left behind, and in desperate need of Flor in this book, he is literally being kept alive by Grigor, who everyone fears and looks at like the Boogeyman, but I love him and his dark ways with his magic, his courting gifts for Flor are awesome!

None of the Heirs feel like their are worthy of having Flor as their fated mate.

Lots going on in the storyline as the Council decides to take on the packs and war is in the offing!

There is still some hot and steamy passionate moments between the Heir(s) and their mate, sometimes just M/F, others are M/F/M. This ends on a big cliffhanger and I can't wait to find out what happens. Fantastic series, highly recommended for any dark/shifter fans.

[snootlestheangel]

WolfShifters!GhostSoap AU

Different kinds of wolves. Based on cycles of the moon (not actually, it's just how they've been classified)

The most common is New Moon wolves: larger than Waning Wolves, have very disproportionate paws that are almost hand like yet still very paw like. Mild mannered, docile, tend to be very nurturing, form strong pack bonds with other wolves, will pack bond with people but those bonds aren't as strong.

Next are Waning Moon wolves: Smallest of the wolves. Look like large, slightly disproportionate real wolves. More unpredictable in nature than their counterparts, the New Moon wolves. They're stronger, form the strongest pack bonds with anyone, humans and wolves alike. Loyal to a fault. Most common to find in the military: definitely used and manipulated. Bullied by Full Moon and Waxing Moon wolves

Then Full Moon wolves: look like a lot of the hunchback humanoid wolves you see in movies. These guys are the most unpredictable, almost feral in nature. Very animal like when shifted. Aggressive towards Waning Moon wolves during breeding seasons. Have been known to kill Waning Wolves during these seasons. Form pack bonds with other wolves, mostly Full and New moon, rarely pack bond with Waning. Do not pack bond with humans.

Finally Waxing Moon wolves: massive creatures, very wolf like but with dexterous front paws. They're the most aggressive, usually. Rarely form pack bonds with humans, will pack bond with any wolf that will associate with them, only forms strong bonds with mates. Very intelligent and also the strongest of the wolves. Can be bullies, not as bad about it as their Full Moon counterparts.

Waning Wolves are relatively common in the military, but become harder to come by at the level the 141 operates at. This is because the government views them as a liability. Full Moon wolves and Waxing wolves normally cannot reach certain positions/ranks.

Ghost is a Waning wolf, Soap is Waxing.

Soap's abilities impressed higher ranking officers so much he was given special permission to join SAS and make Sergeant. It's probably as far as he'll be able to go.

They met several years prior to the events I'm thinking of, and got along really well. Ghost was impressed by Soap, especially since finding another wolf at their level was difficult, and they ended up hanging out/speaking outside of work. Soap integrated into Simon's small family pack

They are mated, and they got married but keep it quiet due to fear of that information being used and manipulated

Soap absolutely makes Small Dog syndrome jokes to Ghost due to the size difference in their wolf forms. Ghost kicks his ass every time. It's their weird way of flirting/courting. They are mentally unwell and I love them

Gaz is a certified Wolf Behavior Analyst. The only way Ghost was allowed to keep moving up was that he was always assigned with a Behavior Analyst after the events of Roba. Gaz is the newest one and they get along great. Price got permission to form his own task force with the two of them. He's looking into recruiting a new member.

He has an opportunity to recruit Soap but they're required one mission together, not allowed alone in a room together, and must be monitored at all times by Gaz (Behavior Analyst), due to Ghost being Waning and Soap being Waxing

Idk anything else right now except some shenanigans where GhostSoap secretly agree to mess with Price and Gaz, mostly Gaz.

Gaz catching them one time in shifted forms and just by watching their body language he realizes something. He's borderline traumatized lol

I have nothing else currently for this, it's just something I might work on as like a fun project

[omgahgase]

okay so imagine monsterfucking again but Charles is a vampire and Arthur is a werewolf

i've thought about this more than once,,,MORE THAN ONCE!!! the difference between werewolves and the wolfshifters in my au is that werewolves only change under the full moon and they have absolutely no control over it, while shifters can change at will any time they want, so all i can imagine is vampire!charles needing to feed and arthur always always offers himself up for it, and bc he can shift at will, it's an even more of a hearty serving bc they don't have to wait for the full moon.

shifter!arthur has charles planted pretty on his lap, he's halfway through with his transformation when charles bites him and arthur bucks a near violent snap of his hips upwards, grinds against charles as he feels blood rush into his mouth. arthur whines bc it hurts for only a moment, long enough for him bury his face into charles shoulders, but soon enough he's back to fucking into charles with a newfound vigor. something akin to pride blooms in his chest at charles using him to feed. it means he can provide for him, care for him when he needs it, and arthur sees this as the wonder it is.

strong, beautiful charles needs him. arthur will do just about anything charles asks of him, but this is by far his most important contribution. charles can suck him dry and arthur would thank him.

he fucks with that in mind, the idea that this entire night is for charles, to replenish his strength. arthur doesn't let charles do anything but eat. he guides charles' hips in deep rolls, lifts him up and down on his cock and relishes in the way charles moans a dirty sound into his neck. blood coats his fur and drips down his back, and when charles lets up for air there's crimson smeared all over his mouth, dribbling along the long column of his throat.

when charles smiles at him in thanks, his fangs glint in the moonlight, his red eyes mesmerizing, and arthur feels woozy just looking at him, so breathtakingly beautiful and dangerous like the devil. his hair is an inky black waterfall over his shoulders and around his face as he throws his head back and rides arthur likes it's his job.

short words of praise is whispered into charles ear when arthur picks up the pace and fucks charles until all he can say is arthur's name. when he shifts, he's bigger, thicker, so it's easy to place large hands around his waist, his fingers barely touching, and slams charles down until arthur can see himself move beneath his belly.

it's filthy and overwhelming and by the time charles has had enough to eat, he's full of blood, come, and cock, and arthur preens under the droopy, satisfied grin of charles' red lips. a soft spoken "thank you" falls between them, and arthur kisses the words back into him, shows his own thanks

"thank you for trusting me," it says, and charles understands it perfectly

[row-theboat]

Wolfshifter!Soap who became a demolition expert because he could sniff out the bombs.

Wolfshifter!Soap who grows more body hair during winter and has to invest in high quality razors.

Wolfshifter!Soap who views the 141 as his pack and is fiercely loyal to them.

Wolfshifter!Soap who is very protective of his partner.

Wolfshifter!Soap who's wolf form is incredibly cuddly and physically affectionate.

Wolfshifter!Soap whose family is a very close-knitted pack.

Wolfshifter!Soap who doesn't like dogs because he knows they smell the wolf on him.

Wolfshifter!Soap who wears his mic like a collar as a subtle way of representing his canine.

[joyffree]

Fated doesn’t always mean forever

Havoc Under the Hunter's Moon (Black Rock Guardians Book 2) by Susanna Strom is 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄

Zane Annika Hagen is mine. My wolf knows it. I know it. But recognizing my fated mate doesn’t guarantee us a happily ever after. Hell, I can’t even guarantee that my unpredictable wolf won’t hurt her. So while I’ll do anything to protect her from the coyote shifters who want her dead, I can never claim her as my own. Not when my history has shown I’m a bigger threat to her than any of the other paranormal predators in this small town.

Annika All I wanted was to run my bakery in peace. Now, there’s a supernatural war on the horizon. The coyotes are attacking the Black Rock Guardians because of what I did. And turning myself over to them to keep my family safe isn’t an option. Because my grumpy, sexy, wolf shifter bodyguard won’t let me. If I’m lucky, I’ll make it out of this mess alive. My heart, on the other hand, might be a lost cause. Especially when Zane seems so determined to keep me at arm’s length.

[aggro-the-cat]

Do you like playing with wolfshifter when they’re shifted? Or do you just put up with them?

Mrrrow. Rowww. Mrrrrr. Mrrrrowmrow!

(It depends. I like to play. I like to be carried. But when they shift, they scare me sometimes!)

[captain-mj]

Official request for part two of wolfshifter ghost story please! 👉👈

I can definitely do that :)

The poll said rewrite it from Ghost's perspective so this is 80% from Ghost's with a small bit of insight into Soap, basically the exact opposite of the first one! Also, already working on the next actual part

Ghost sat in his little cage before the show, eyes closing. One of his owners had come in earlier and painted the skull on him. It was a mockery of Roba’s, but it marked Ghost. His entire being started at a wolf and ended with a skull. 

He had presented as a shifter extremely early. When he was only four, he had shifted and hid under his bed to get away from his dad. His mom had been delighted, a shifter herself, while his dad had been less than pleased. It was… rather easy honestly. With all of his other troubles growing up, being a shifter didn’t really rank as a problem. 

A few school friends thought it was cool. It was unusual, but it was like having heterochromia or a gaming system. Cool, but not the biggest thing in the world. Sometimes, he’d shift and walk around in the sun. 

Late at night, in this tiny cage, he pretended he could still feel his friend’s hands. The warmth of the sun. Anything and everything. Fresh food. The air. 

They dripped blood as they dragged the carcass of the last wolf away. It smeared and several of them started barking and thrashing. All of them full of bloodlust. 

Ghost was no better. He gnawed at the cage and thought of the ring. 

Fighting was easy. He fought in the military. He fought his dad. He fought and he fought and he fought and…. 

It got fucking nowhere. 

Ghost growled and lashed out at the handler before he was forced into the ring. The arena was deafening. People cheered and he could hear himself being announced. 

A few people cheered for him. Like he was a boxer or maybe a musician. Someone that deserved praise instead of a murderer. 

Regardless of all of that. He faced off the wolf across from him. 

She panicked. She started to scratch at the walls and try to escape. Unshifted, she was probably a smaller person. That would give her advantage against the others. But not Ghost. 

Shame. 

He growled and she yelped and tried to climb out. 

Ghost rushed forward and opened his jaws, grabbing her and dragging her out onto the floor. 

Unshifted, who was she? Would they be friends? Would they have sat in the sun together?

Ghost shook her like a squeaky toy. He felt her snap at his ears but she couldn’t twist herself enough to get a good grip. He tossed her to the side. His jaws snapped again and then he heard someone shouting down at him. 

There was a gun. A man held it but it was pointed at him. Someone yelled Gaz and he looked up. So Ghost assumed his name was Gaz. 

But Gaz kept pointing the gun at him and Ghost slowly backed away, body shaking. He heard another click of a gun and saw another man also pointing at a gun at him too. 

“Careful Soap. And you don’t make a move Ghost.” Clearly Mexican based on the accent. It sounded familiar. Maybe from somewhere near where he had been living. 

Ghost turned his head and saw a third man in his arena. The man grabbed the injured wolf and carried her away. Someone else took her and then he held out a leash. One of the ones with the poles that made him feel like he couldn’t breath. 

Ghost snapped and snarled, trying to defend himself. He didn’t want this man near him. He didn’t want any of them to touch him. 

Fight. Fighting. Got to fight. Protect himself. 

"Listen, I want to help you, okay?" Soap said, sounding very scottish. 

Ghost wanted to retort that he was a fucking liar. That he absolutely did not fucking believe him. Whatever they were going to do to him, it was probably just as bad if not worse than what he had been doing. At least here, he hoped he could one day die with dignity. In battle. He thought he heard once that those who died in battle went to Valhalla as warriors. There were worse things. 

Something hit his shoulder. Spiraling out from that spot was a paralyzing cold feeling. It burned slightly after a moment but he could feel time slowing as he slumped down. 

In the records, his file was simple. 

Lieutenant Ghost. A picture of a wolf. Measurements. 

Does not shift back. 

Do not allow him to shift back. 

Bought for $40k and had already made twice that back and then some. 

Nothing else. Why would there be a need?

Ghost bit back a whimper at the raging headache. It felt like a hammer was hitting his temples. 

The scottish man smiled. “There you are! Sorry for the cage, i promise it’s a formality. As soon as you shift back, we can help you.” It took him a minute but he remembered the name Soap again.

Ghost looked up at him. The cage was bigger than his normal one. Much bigger actually. He could stand up without having to hunch over and make a full circle without having to bend his body unnaturally. 

Rather homey honestly. However, he did not let Soap know this. He gave no reaction to him. 

“Hey, Alejandro! Can you help me with something?” The man with the gun came back and Ghost started to snap at him. Alejandro took a step back and went for the gun and that only upset Ghost more. He was afraid. Very afraid. He didn’t like guns. They were loud and they hurt and they burned and he didn’t want anything to do with them. 

“Nevermind. I’m going to need some Spanish lessons from you soon though.” Soap waved him away and closed Ghost’s cage. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

Ghost didn’t care. He wanted them both gone honestly. 

But when they were both gone, Ghost just sat there. There was enough room that he might be able to shift like this, but what would he do if he escaped? Where would he go? 

The fight just went out of him. He continued to lay there silently. 

Someone who smelled familiar walked past. One of the wolves he had fought. They looked at him and flinched. They were shifted. Looked different. But they reacted like he was a snake trying to bite them. 

When they fled, Ghost just felt worse. He tried to sink into the ground, half hoping he’d melt into a puddle and bleed into the Earth. 

Then Soap came back. Carrying things. Something smelled good. 

Soap set food in front of him. It smelled delicious, but Ghost didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to move. 

And then Soap was in his space. He had leaned all over him, throwing a blanket over him and Ghost’s hackles raised. It was instinct. Just instinct. But he bit him. 

Soap jerked back but now that Ghost’s head was up, he decided to start eating. It tasted great. Homey. He really was starving. They mostly fed them raw meat. Wolf shifters couldn’t thrive on dog food or they’d probably just feed them that. Ghost was sure that if he never ate red meat again, it would be too soon. Soap moved and Ghost thought, hysterically in hindsight, that he’d take it from him. He snarled at him and Soap quickly went still again. 

Though, this soup wasn’t half bad. He licked the bowl clean, but he was careful not to dirty himself up. 

Ghost let him leave, laying back down on the floor. Soap stood next to the door and kept it open. "Do you want to get out?"

Ghost looked at him and slowly backed further into the cage. No. He didn’t particularly want to. The cage was safe. 

"Alright... just... tell me when you want to get out okay? You can shift as soon as you're ready."

Ghost would not be. He nodded though and Soap smiled which was weird. Why would he smile at something so small?

Every day, Soap brought him food. It’s how he kept track of the days. At first, he counted as if Soap visited once a day before realizing that couldn’t be it. Once he realized he visited twice a day, the timeline made more sense. 

Soap would sit with him occasionally and talk. It was clearly a means to an end. He wanted Ghost to shift. Ghost didn’t know why though. 

There were a few reasons it could be. He might want to see how he looks. Examine him as a human. Test something. Who knows. Roba had let men assault Ghost before. Maybe this guy was like that. Wanted to know if he was worth whatever money he put down. Or worth killing everyone in the arena. 

Ghost assumed he killed them all at least. It was what made the most sense. 

The worst part about that time though, were the others. Other wolves that passed by him. Some looked afraid. Some looked angry. The worst were the ones that looked at him with pity. Like they knew something he didn’t. He snarled at those and they all quickly ran off. After 21 of Soaps’ trips, or roughly 10 and a half days, they slowed. It went from two or three a day to none. One the 11th and 12th day. None the 13th. And now it was the 14th. 

Soap spoke to him. He tried to speak in broken Spanish but when Ghost just stared at him blankly, he seemed to get the message. 

Today though, the man was staring at him again. 

He was the only person besides Soap that visited. He didn’t usually speak. Just… stared. Ghost stared back. 

He wore a fishing hat. And sometimes, he reminded him of someone. Ghost could never put together who though. 

The man left. 

Ghost was alone. 

Soap was late. He did not bring breakfast. The man did. 

Then, Soap was there. With leather in his hands instead of a bowl. 

Soap’s hands were soft. They led Ghost out of the cage. 

Ghost felt like he should fight back more. But he wasn’t sure he could handle anymore time in this place. The monotony had started to wear at him. Digging into his soul. 

Soap muzzled him and it felt grounding. Maybe it shouldn’t. He wondered briefly if Soap found the acting as claiming as Ghost did. 

Did he feel he owned part of Ghost now? The leather pressed to his skin and it was familiar. Like wearing a jacket that’s a little too hot but its yours. The collar went on next. Ghost took a deep breath to make sure he could breath. It fit perfectly. Soap checked with two fingers anyway. 

He patted him. Lightly. Ghost didn’t give him a reaction, but it felt nice. 

He fell in step behind Soap. He was glad Soap did not leash him. Ghost doubted he could survive the humiliation of it, even if he’d let him. 

The entire situation bothered him. He was exposed and unable to defend himself. Soap’s hand was so close but he refused to press into it. He was The Ghost. He didn’t need comfort. 

Ghost jumped into the passenger seat after Soap opened the door for him and he settled in. He felt warm. 

“Do ye like music?” Soap’s accent had thickened over the few days they knew each other. Ghost was pretty sure he had tried to speak clearly to him. Enunciate or whatever. That seemed to have slipped though. Soap didn’t bother and Ghost could understand him just fine. 

That didn’t mean Ghost was going to answer. He didn’t feel like it. When he was human, he did this sometimes. He’d struggle to put words together. Now it translated more to just not reacting. 

Soap put on pop music. Ghost’s ears flattened. It wasn’t that he disliked it. But it was higher pitched and…. Okay fine. He just didn’t like it. That wasn’t a crime. It wasn’t in a pretentious way! It just wasn’t his type of music. 

Ghost shifted his hand, resulting in fingers. He clicked the little button and shifted his hand back, looking out the window.

Soap fixed it after a moment and Ghost changed it back. 

“Is that you doing it?” Soap asked. 

Ghost looked at him and they had an uncomfortable amount of eye contact considering Soap should’ve been looking at the fucking road. 

“If you did, just nod and I'll leave it okay?"

Slowly, Ghost nodded. He really did not want to have to listen to more. 

“Thank you.” Soap smiled at him and Ghost’s chest felt a little warm. He turned it up for him and Ghost couldn’t stop his tail from moving. It quickly laid back down though. 

The walk inside wasn’t as bad. To any passerbyers, Ghost could just be a dog. A big dog. But a dog nonetheless. 

Soap watched Ghost curl up on the couch. Ghost didn’t really like being observed, but he allowed it. 

Soap tapped him. “I’m going to be gone a while, okay?”

Ghost didn’t really react, but Soap didn’t expect him too. 

Soap went to see Marcus. He was a nurse so he had four days and then four nights, so the day of the transition was the best time for them.

He went to his apartment, but he couldn’t shake a nasty feeling. Ghost was locked up in the house. In his house. With no supervision. 

Soap didn’t worry about him breaking anything. He was too worried he’d hurt himself or leave. So long in those places… Ghost would need time to readjust to being human. Soap worried he’d rush himself if he left. 

Though. Any progress would be nice. 

Marcus noticed how distracted he was and tapped him. “You alright? You mentioned things were hard at work. You doing okay?”

Soap liked how observant Marcus was, but one thing he hated was how his job was treated. Marcus treated it like animal control or a crime unit. Soap thought of it more as… social work for wolf shifters.

His job was important to him, but he couldn’t really talk about it, because….

“You know, if you wanted to quit and find something else.”

There it is…

“No. I’m fine. It’s a little sad, but I’m just not feeling great today, don’t worry.” Soap smiled.

“Alright, if you’re sure…” Marcus put his arm around him and pulled him closer. 

Soap left soon after that to find Ghost in the bathtub. 

Ghost always kept an eye or ear on Soap. He always wanted to be aware of his position. If it felt like Soap was trying to sneak up on him, he’d flee the room. 

Soap looked so nervous when he took the muzzle off for their first meal together. He did it like Ghost might lash out. Ghost considered it just to prove him right, before changing his mind and devouring the steak in front of him. 

Rare. 

There was blood on his paws. 

Blood in his teeth. 

Ghost jumped down and sat under the table instead. He wasn’t upset. A little offended, but not traumatized. He just… didn’t want to be perceived at the moment. Not at all. 

Soap didn’t bother him for a minute before he came and sat with him, bringing the food too. He glanced at him for a moment before switching their plates. Ghost ate Soap’s food a little easier. His tail gave another thump he forgot to control and he growled at the inconvenience of it. 

Soap gently scratched at where the muzzle pressed to his skin and Ghost let him. It felt nice. 

Soap tried to be subtle. Little things. Offering him clothing. Putting things just out of reach. Talking to him. He wanted him to shift. 

And Ghost did. Just not in front of Soap. He would wait until he was gone to Cologne guy and he’d practice things. Walking upright for one. Talking was another. His voice was hoarse. He wanted to be presentable. 

It was the third day of the the cycle. Ghost had started using it to keep track of time. He didn’t count the days, just kept it as a reminder. 

"Ghost?"

Ghost grunted, letting Soap know he was listening.

"If you shift back, I won't say anything to anyone. Just... so we could talk. I want to help you."

Not yet. He didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to be human. 

Ghost never missed his cage though. 

Marcus appeared. Ghost didn’t listen to the conversation. His entire world boiled down to the cigarettes in his pocket. 

Nicotine. Sweet, sweet nicotine. That sounded perfect. 

Once he took them, he waited until they left to shift and start smoking. 

It didn’t taste as good as it used to, but it took the edge off. 

He wrapped the sheet around himself when he heard them arguing. He still had some modesty of course. 

Soap was staring at him. It made Ghost feel funny. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t find Soap pretty, but he was not going to be a homewrecker. 

"You have shit taste in smokes." Because it was true. 

"I..." Marcus trailed off, staring at him. He eyed Ghost. Eyes traveling over muscle and scarring. Ghost felt a distinctive sorta pride in the fact even like this, he struck fear in people’s souls. 

"Are you going to leave already?" Ghost wanted him gone. He didn’t like him very much. 

Marcus gritted his teeth and nodded, backing away, his eyes never leaving Ghost’s. Like he was a wild animal that would fight him if he turned his back. 

Maybe it was an accurate assessment. 

Soap stared at him. "All I had to do was get you cigarettes?"

Ghost grunted and looked away. He pulled the blanket up a little more, but it uncovered his legs. Too small. 

"Simon."

"Huh?"

"You said when we first talked, you wanted something besides Ghost. My name is Simon." Ghost blew more smoke, leaning against the wall. He wasn’t sure why he told Soap that. It wasn’t important. It felt important though. 

Soap nodded. "Simon. I like it. Now that you're talking, we can try to fi-"

"My family is dead Johnny. Saw their bodies myself. Any friends I had are long gone too." He took a drag. This conversation wasn’t going to continue. 

"That why you didn't want to shift back?"

"Exactly why. What was I going to do? I knew once I talked, you guys would throw me on the streets. That's the next step right?"

"No. Absolutely not." Soap was almost offended that Ghost thought so low of him.

Ghost frowned. "I bit you. I caused you a lot of trouble." He certainly didn’t consider himself worth the effort. 

"But I won't throw you out. I'd like to think we're a bit closer than that."

Ghost stared at him. His long hair got in his eyes. "Johnny."

"Yeah, Simon?"

"I'm going to take a bath. I need one. Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" 

"I'll see what I can find."

"Thank you." He sighed softly and the black leather tugged tighter against his skin. "And I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Scaring you." Simon meant it genuinely. 

"You were frightened too. Don't worry. I didn't take it personal." Soap grinned. 

Ghost nodded and went to take a bath. He didn’t remove the muzzle. Only Soap could do that. But he did scrub himself clean. He made sure to go over his tattoos and his scarring carefully. His tattoos were still in pristine condition. Probably all the fur. 

Soap put the clothing in the bathroom and Ghost could feel him lingering. 

“Marcus won’t be back.”

“Hmm.” Ghost responded and turned the water off. He dragged a towel in to the shower and dried himself off before grabbing the clothes. Only once he was dressed did he step out. 

Soap was staring again. He wasn’t scared. Looked more intrigued than anything. 

The clothing was tight. Especially around his chest and when he moved, it showed his midriff. 

“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. If you’re up for it. You’re a lot better off than I was expecting. I was worried so long being shifted would have effected you, but you seem… your speech is perfect. No trouble walking.” 

Soap glanced at his face and frowned. “Let me get that stuff off of you.”

Ghost flinched back. “Why?”

“You’re shifted. You’re clearly not dangerous.”

“Yes, I am. You shouldn’t trust me.”

“I do though. You’re a trustworthy person.” 

Ghost shook his head. “No… No…” He started glancing around, looking for a way out and Soap seemed to realize it. 

“Alright. We’ll keep it on yeah? No worries.” Soap smiled. 

Ghost nodded. 

[foap-enjoyer]

Upcoming Wolfshifter!Soap X Ghost fic

(in the very, very early stages, so this won't be dropping for a while yet, I do apologise)

Heavily inspired by both Silver Lining, by Lemonwrap on AO3, and bluegiragi’s comic series, which can be found on tiktok and on tumblr, as far as I know.

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Summary: Simon Riley hates shifters. His dad was a shifter, his old superordinate Major Vernon was a shifter, hell, even Manuel Roba was a shifter. They were slimy beasts, not made to trust. Animalistic creatures made of pure evil. At least. He thought they all were.

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Ghost crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Price studied him with soft, gentle eyes, "He's not a bad man, Simon." 

"I'm not working with a shifter." He repeated like a broken record, shaking his head once more. "You know how I feel about them."

"No." Price's eyes turned firm, "Soap is nothing like Roba, Simon." His chin raised in an almost defensive gesture, "He's like a son to me."

"He's a shifter." Ghost huffed, "He's not your son. He's a-"

"He’s a what?" Price interrupted. "A monster? A mutt? I don't care whatever you think he is, I can guarantee he is nothing like whatever you dream up in that dumb head of yours." A finger poked into his chest harshly. "You work with him or you're off my team and back to basics since you clearly can't follow orders."

Ghost's eyes narrowed, but he held his tongue. "Yes sir."

"That's what I want to hear" He patted him on the shoulder, "Now come and meet him."

They took a wander down to the nearest common room, their allocated one, as a ‘squadron’. Despite them only being a meagre four the room itself was large, enough space to hold at least twenty others atop of themselves. A little kitchen, a TV, and a dining room set, where the two other members of this team were situated. 

The two men were sitting on opposite sides of the worn, brown table, playing what looked like, from this distance, a very aggressively-playful game of Uno, or some other card game. Both were Sergeants, if he remembered correctly. Gaz, a lively, kind soul, whom he had already met previously, was a Staff Sergeant, a rank just below him, and Mactavish…

He squinted his eyes to get a closer look at this… shifter.

A dusty brown, neatly-kept mohawk sat atop his head, light stubble following from his hairline to sweep itself gently across his face. Bright, midnight-blue eyes, soft, pink, grinning lips, a strong, playfully scrunched-up nose-

Oh my God. He shook his head slightly, as if that would be enough to rid himself of his thoughts, clenching his teeth together and grinding them painfully. What the hell is wrong with me?

He watched as the man chucked down a card onto the large pile between him and Garrick. Gaz responded with a groan, reaching over to another pile and beginning to draw several cards into his personal stash. “You’re a dick, Soap.”

A flash of white as Soap bared his teeth in a playful smirk. Long, sharp canines stood out in tow. “Would ya loo’ at tha’?” The man held up his one remaining card, gently placing it onto the pile. “Uno.”

“You’re such a cheat.”

Soap huffed, leaning back in his chair. “Am not.”

Gaz laughed, “Am too!”

“Boys.” Price coughed.

Gaz’s neck snapped awkwardly over to their superordinates, clearly having not noticed their earlier arrival. Ghost didn’t miss the way Soap didn’t flinch or spook, turning with gentle, practised ease. He had already heard them come in.

Their Captain gestured to Ghost. “This is Lieutenant Ghost. Gaz, you’ve already met him, of course.”

Gaz gave a cheerful wave, cards still in hand, his shock dissipating almost immediately into his usual, easy-going, persona, “Hey, Ghost.”

Ghost gave a curt nod. “Garrick.”

“And Ghost, this is Soap Mactavish, who I spoke about previously.”

Ghost took this moment to meet the man’s eyes. The blue shade of them had lightened considerably when contrasted against the light hung between them from the ceiling. Now more of a sky-blue than any midnight hues. They studied him viciously, an emotion to them that he couldn’t quite make out. But he knew, from experience, that it was some form of uncertainty. A curious worry. Many soldiers meeting him for the first time gave him similar looks. He wasn’t exactly a poster-child for the military, nor a runway model. His attire had garnered him some odd looks over the years.

Before he could truly figure the man out, the emotion was gone within a flash of their eyes meeting. The man broke out into an easy-going grin, eyes softening considerably. To the point it almost shocked him. It had to be an act, he knew shifters could smell unease, and he was sure as hell not comfortable right now. Soap waved a hand slightly, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Eyes trailed over his mask once more. A bite of the lip; Ghost couldn’t help but be drawn to the long teeth poking between cherry lips once more. “Dinnae think masks were in tha rule manual.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed defensively, a retort hot on his tongue; Neither are shifters.

He would have said it, if it were true. But it wasn’t. They may be an uncommon thing, in this cruel, cold world, but the military still opened their arms to everyone and everything, it seems. So instead, he sighed, rolling his eyes. “What kind of name is Soap, anyway?”

Soap smirked, leaning back on his chair and kicking his boots up onto the table, mindful of the Uno cards. He winked, raising his hands to rest behind his head, “I clean up.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

The shifter shrugged, angling his hands slightly to adjust that stupid mohawk of his with his fingers. “Tha’s fer me ta kno’, and you ta find ou’.”

“Sergeant Mactavish is our demolitions expert.” Ghost’s gaze whipped over to Price, who had long-since moved on to the nearby kitchen, in the midst of making himself, and Ghost, a cup of tea. The kettle flicked on with a soft click. “And a resident sniper. Though that’s part of the applicant, working in 141.”

“Got a goo’ sniffer on me, too.” Soap scrunched his nose, as if to draw attention to it, before relaxing and grinning, a long, animalistic tongue swiping across cracked lips. “I’ll sniff anythin’ out ya need in a jiffy, LT.”

He couldn’t help but huff. "We've got real dogs for that."

“Lieutenant.” A warning from Price. He rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to relax. Soap only grinned brighter, like he was getting off on making the man annoyed. Or maybe it was a warning. A snarl in disguise. Not that he’d be scared of some fucking muppet called Soap of all things.

“I’ll have ya kno’, sir, I put all tha dogs ta shame.”

He narrowed his eyes, scoffing under his breath. He knew Soap heard it, even if Price and Gaz did not. “Sure you do, Sergeant.”

“You should see him in action.” Gaz piped up, snickering, “Then you’ll take it back, Ghost.”

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I'm very excited to be writing this (I KNOW I'M NEGLECTING MY WHUMPTOBER SERIES, I'm so sorry, this is my first ever AU-esque fic I've ever written and I got a little sucked in after reading a few similar ones. Besides, I give thee content with this regardless, suck it up.)

For anyone wondering about the rest of the team, as of right now, Soap is the only shifter (Not that someone's gonna magically be bitten and turned, he's just, as of the early stages of writing this, the only shifter, especially in 141, that won't change.)

[fatedscars]

Read a book. Passionate romance story eith lots if twists. Live . Hate . Lust . Betrayal . Manipulation. fated scars by Esbie Lorcan

[snootlestheangel]

🗣️🗣️ no time like the present to get writing!! (coming from someone who.. also.. should be writing..)

but i'd like to hear more about the wolfshifter au idea if you don't mind!! very intriguing stuff

Thank you for the ask, my friend! Now that you have summoned every thought, here is a dump of the wolfshifter au!!!

So, for starters: The MacTavish family and their history of caring for wolfshifters. Since the discovery of wolfshifters about a century ago, there's been a huge stigma against them in the broad scope of modern society. Something about them never really being "human" and are typically reduced to nothing but savage beasts. But Scotland, having a high focus on herding, accepts the wolfshifter population the best. They're not exactly buddy buddy with them, but most wolfshifters find easy work doing stuff for farmers and whatnot. Granted, most of their jobs are like "guard dog" sorts of jobs, but hey, in a world where it's really common for wolves to be fired, refused a job, evicted, etc. just for being a wolf, work is work.

Then came along Great-great Grandma MacTavish. Something happened with her husband and somehow, a wolfshifter was the one to provide the best support for the young family during their difficult times. She ends up convincing her husband to start a business; basically a support/help center for wolfshifters in need. They provide basic medical care, food, clothing, shelter, etc.

Skip to modern day and Soap's family is still very heavily supporting this 'little' business. It's grown a significant amount, obviously, and it's the largest of a handful of wolfshifter care centers in the country, all others younger and operating independently. Soap's parents still run the "soup kitchen" that provide homemade Scottish meals to any and all wolves, no questions asked. Soap's eldest brother and wife are in charge of the medical facility that provides care for both human and wolf form. The brother (Oliver) and his wife run the "human" department specifically, and one of the two MacTavish sisters (Sarah) is in charge of the "wolf" department. Tiffany, the second MacTavish sister is in charge of the housing for displaced wolfshifters.

Side note about wolfshifters in this AU: they all are required to wear identifying tags/have ID chips for what's considered "safety" purposes. Ghost, being the legally dead menace to society he is, no longer wears his ID tags/dogtags (military ones), and because of Roba, his chip had been forcibly removed so he could never be identified; he'd just die a nobody.

Then we got Simon Riley. His father, being the absolute abomination he is, never knew his wife was a wolfshifter until after they have kids. Simon got the brunt of his abuse for being a wolf, and he eventually just became so numb to the abuse he gets from everyone that he eventually stops transforming. So much to the point that Price is not aware of his shifter status, but he's definitely suspicious.

But not as suspicious as Soap. Soap grew up around wolfshifters, and he knows there are certain behaviors and whatnot that are noticeable even in human form. He picks up on a few, albeit very subtle, behavioral traits from Ghost that just scream "wolf" to him, but he knows not to approach him about it. He grew up around wolves that had nowhere to go, no one to go to, traumatized and broken regarding their true nature. Ghost is like a poster child for it, so Soap keeps his distance from that topic.

They still end up having a very unique relationship, but it's not established when Ghost goes missing during a solo mission. Their intel was wrong or something else of the sort and he ended up getting captured.

The problem? They're a group trying to weaponize wolfshifters by forcing them to remain in wolf form. There's a special drug that was supposedly lost/abandoned that can induce transformations in wolfshifters. This group has mutated it to the point that wolves cannot physically transform back into human for several months at a time with only one injection of an amount that's in ratio with body weight and stuff.

ANYWHO

Ghost ends up stuck in wolf-form, he's injured, and he has no clue where he is. Turns out, he's stranded in what's considered the world's "safehaven" for wolfshifters all because of the MacTavish family.

Soap's siblings end up having to take him in, obviously not knowing who he is because he has no IDs or anything.

Basically just a really fluffy and angsty story about Ghost finding family with the MacTavish's and Soap just having absolutely world-destroying realizations of his love for Simon Riley. Ghost being soft with the young nieces and nephews, being fiercely protective of his new found-family

Yeah, I clearly haven't thought about this AU at all. Nope. Not a thought going towards it

[pshiftcultureis]

Yeah, 📑 here, more to talk to the runner of the blog than to be posted for other shifters

I shifted completely on accident

And woke up in the middle of the night because I started shifting in my sleep

I don't even think I knew what a werewolf was at the time (not that I'm a wolfshifter anyways but I would have atleast been able to connect what happened to it) because I was a child and had no internet access other than watching minecraft videos on my parents shitty laptop

Oh hi again! From what we've seen that tends to be the case. Hope you dont mind that we posted this, let us know in asks if you would like us to take this down

We didnt know what a werewolf really even was until we began shifting :') a lot of info we know now is from our years of research on the topic.

(tbh we miss when we were little and would watch creepypasta and fnaf videos on our amazon tablets, we had too much internet access but didnt actually do anything with it... Its surprising how out in the open the community is yet its so buried at the same time.)

We wish there was more information out there in the shifter community what its like to physically shift at a young age. A lot of it is just arguing over the topic.

thanks for expanding and reaching out to us 📑, hopefully we may see you around more ^^