#always happy to see a fellow ohmcat shipper

[bards-witcher]

gasp! another ohmcat shipper! What if for a Drabble request, it was werewolf Ohm and Tyler who loves All Dogs?

I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it and I’d be happy to write something else for you if you want :)

So in this, I had it where werewolves don’t turn every full moon but only a few times during the year, and also there's a bit based off of a post I saw on a myth where Werewolves could turn human during the change from someone they loved so I hope that kinda clears that bit up. XD

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[Ohm POV]

He prowled the streets in his dog form, preferring to spend his days like this than in his human form, knowing that people would be more sympathetic to a dog than a man.

He was currently rummaging through an overturned bin when a shout caught his attention and he felt his heart sink with dread, two men from the pound had blocked his exit, taking a moment to quickly glance around himself to see anything which can aid in his escape, there was none.

Slowly the men started to approach him, remaining side by side so he couldn’t slip between them, but he stayed, waiting for them to get a bit closer before making his move.

He suddenly darted towards them, using their momentary shock to feign directions and dart between one of their legs, however, he didn’t make it far, arms were quick to encircle him, and he was quickly pinned to the floor, howling and whining as he tried to escape.

A new shout caught his attention and another man, seemingly just a passer-by, started running towards them, grabbing the scruff of his neck and pulling him from the other man’s hold.

“What are you doing, this is my dog” He’d never met this man before but was quick to catch onto his game, feigning excitement at seeing the man and attempting to lick at his face, which earned a small chuckle from his savior.

“Well your dog has no collar, no leash and was rummaging through the bins, doesn’t take brains to know he’s a stray”

He bristled slightly at the man’s words but was surprised when the man who saved him started to run a gentle hand along his back and he quickly felt his anger ebb away at the touch.

“That’s cause he went missing about a week ago, maybe if you helped people find their pets instead of chucking them in a cage in fucking nowhere we wouldn’t be in this mess” He was surprised how vehement the man had been and moved so that the man’s hand was now stroking his head, before placing a small lick onto his palm in his own offer of comfort.

“If he’s your dog then what’s his name?” The man had no answer forthcoming and all he heard were snickers from the two men behind him. “Tell you what, we’ll hold him here and you call him with his name, if he responds, he’s yours, if not then say bye bye to the furball”

He could tell the man wanted to argue but before either of them could protest he felt his neck being roughly grabbed and he was dragged backward, for a moment he tried to fight the hold in an effort to break free, but when that didn’t work he complied, already knowing that he wouldn’t fall into their hands.

“Alright, call him”

He saw the man bend down onto one knee, offering him a smile and open arms as he called out ‘Drogon’, not even questioning the choice in name before he was bounding over to him, knocking him off his feet so that he was stood over him, licking at his face which were only half-heartedly stopped by the other man.

“Told you he was mine”

“Just make sure you get him a collar and a leash, we won’t be so lenient next time” With that the two men from the pound left them and he was quick to feel gentle hands stroking through his fur.

“Nice work” He had to try not to roll his eyes at the comment, especially when the other man held up a hand in lieu of a high five which he was happy to indulge given that the man had saved him, lifting up his own paw to press against the mans’ hand.

He was just about to turn away, to leave the man and navigate his way through the streets to find somewhere else in search of food, however, he felt the man grab at his head and move it around as if examining him.

“Don’t suppose you have a home, do you?” He simply stared blankly, hoping that the man would leave him be. “Well I guess you’re coming home with me now” Before he could move, arms wrapped around him and he felt himself being lifted off of the ground, no easy feat considering he was relatively large.

During the journey to the man’s car, he contemplated his escape, whether to do it now or at some point, later on, it was a few months still before he’d turn into the beast he loathed, and he planned on leaving long before then.

The man had softly spoken to him about all the stuff he was going to buy him, a soft bed and plenty of food, as well as the promise of a shower, and his decision was made. He would stay with this man for the next week or so and leave just before he could get too attached to him

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The last couple of months had probably been the best his life had been since he’d been turned into a werewolf.

The man who’d taken him in he’d come to know as Tyler, and despite his best to keep his distance from the man, the constant affection that was showered on him, something he hasn’t had ever in his life, made him crave the tall man’s affection.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he’d grown to care for him, happy to comfort the younger man when he’d had a particularly bad day at work, and when left alone, would change to his human form to do the odd chore here and there to try and help him as best he could.

A part of him felt guilty for using Tyler like this, the man clearly wanted a companion but realistically he was using him for food and shelter, no matter what he tried to tell himself, and his heart grew even heavier when he realized it wouldn’t be long before he had to leave.

His transition was soon to come, 2 days in fact, one of barely a handful of nights during the year where he’d fully turn into the beast he hated so much, and he knew it was now or never.

Later that evening, dusk was beginning to descend, and Tyler was taking him on his customary walk around the park, and it was now that he had to make his move, giving a final nudge to the taller man’s hand in lieu of goodbye.

He wandered off but easily slipped into the underbrush, the darkening sky aiding in his escape. He was quick to slip away and past Tyler unnoticed, ignoring the stab of pain he felt in his chest when he heard Tyler calling out for him, getting ever more desperate when he didn’t emerge.

He had to hold back the temptation to whine at the pain he could already tell was in the man’s voice, but he pushed past it, slipping out of the park gates and through to an alleyway where he would hide out for the night. The sound of Tylers’ calls for him never leaving his mind.

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Despite swearing to himself that he’d cut all ties with the man who’d taken him in, he couldn’t just walk away, constantly going back to his house and following him around town to make sure that he was okay, guilt filling him when he saw the man putting up missing posters for him.

It was now evening, and he felt the beginnings of the change, felt his body elongate and even more fur grow from his body, felt his teeth get sharper and his claws longer and every one of his senses enhance, cherishing the last moment of human thought before the animal mind took over and he’d no longer be in control.

His thoughts took a back burner in his mind, able to see and analyze everything around him but he couldn’t react to it, forced to watch the world through a body that wasn’t really his. Despite removing himself as far from human civilization as he could, he was surprised when he realized that the beast was closely following Tyler as he was going for his evening walk in an effort to look for him.

If he could he’s sure tears would start to brim his eyes, he hates the amount of pain he’d put through the younger man, hates that he didn’t have the willpower to leave sooner and made the whole situation 100 times worse.

Before he could get too deep into his ruminations he caught a flash of movement to his side and caught sight of a group of people loudly following Tyler through the streets, throwing taunts his way and even chucking the odd bottle which he was quick to dodge.

Generally, he thought of himself and the beast as two separate entities, the were side of him as a parasite almost, but nevertheless he was surprised when he felt a low growl build up in him at the people’s treatment of the man he’d come to love and appreciate, if he were to put an emotion to the name.

It was when they’d reached the park that the group made an advance on the man, unphased by his size they were quick to surround him. He slowly approached, noting how Tyler seemed to be holding his own against them pretty well as they attempted to shove him around, the taller man was quick to turn and punch a couple of them in the face.

However, he then heard the smashing of a bottle and a cry of pain from Tyler, turning the corner he saw the younger man on the floor whilst the others kicked at him ruthlessly. He felt anger boil in him, knew that if he was in control he wouldn’t hesitate to charge at the group, but again he was surprised when he felt himself break into a run headed straight towards the largest of the group.

With a snarl he jumped at the burly man, easily knocking him to the ground and ignoring the shouts of surprise around him as he started to claw at the man’s chest. He didn’t waste too much time, quick to pounce on his next victim before any of them had time to react. When he’d jumped onto the third person, that seemed to break them out of their trance, running as fast as their feet could carry them out of the park.

A flash of movement caught his eye and he launched himself at it, hearing a grunt of pain, and that’s when he realized he was on top of a now terrified looking Tyler.

He could still feel the rage in him, still feel the urge to maim and injure and in the back of his mind he let out a sob as he realized he’d be forced to witness himself hurt the man he’d come to care for.

Only he didn’t feel claws scraping through flesh, or the gurgling sounds of someone choking on their own blood, only heard the low growl still emanating from his throat as he slowly moved off of the man below him.

He quickly turned to head away from the blood bath in front of him, already dealing with the guilt of his actions which would only increase when he returned back to his normal form but was stopped by a hand grabbing onto him.

He turned with a snarl but made no move to actually attack the younger man, instead they stood there for a moment, staring at one another as if trying to gauge what the other would do before he felt a sharp searing pain in his chest.

He couldn’t stop the slight howl that escaped him at the sheer amount of pain he was put through, falling to the fall as he writhed in pain he had no explanation for. He didn’t even notice when his howl turned into a shout, only felt the pain leave as quickly as it had come until all he could feel is the cold chill of the night air.

He looked around, noticing Tylers’ wide terrified eyes as he stared at him,  and upon looking down, he realized he was human, a very naked human, but he had little chance to feel self-conscious as he quickly got up to make his escape before he could be asked too many questions.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t granted that luxury, once again feeling Tylers’ hand grab onto him and keeping him in place.

“Thank you” He was stunned by the words, not expecting to hear any kind of thanks for his actions “But dude what the fuck, you’re some kind of werewolf?! Or am I somehow high as fuck right now?”

He let out a small chuckle as he nodded his affirmative, the wide-eyed expression never leaving Tylers’ face.

“And you’re also my dog!! What the actual hell!!” He felt guilt cross his face and now avoided the taller mans gaze best he could. “Well, aren’t you going to say anything? You’re driving me fucking crazy over here”

He simply gave a nod “I owe you an explanation at least, and I will explain everything, but can we go somewhere warmer, I’m freezing my butt off over here”

It was then that Tyler seemed to become aware of his situation, quickly glancing up and down his body before, even in the dark, he could make out the red now coloring his cheeks, the man making a concerted effort to keep his eyes away from his naked self.

“Uh yeah sure, we can go back to my place I guess”

“You know you’re awfully calm for someone who just witnessed a werewolf attack three people and then found out it was your dog for the last few months”

He heard a slight chuckle from the younger man “If I’m honest I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet; I mean I’m grateful don’t get me wrong, I’m sure those guys would’ve killed me or at least sent me to the hospital, but I’m confident I’ll freak out at least twenty times tonight”

With a chuckle he turned back into his dog form, Tyler staring at him stunned for a minute before a nudge with his snout brought him back to attention and they slowly made their way back to Tylers’ house.

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The night was long and arduous, he can’t count how many times he’d gone over the details about his turning, nor how many breakdowns Tyler actually had, but it wasn’t until daybreak that they both seemed to come to understand one another.

Whilst it would take time, it was clear that the both of them needed and wanted the company of the other, as they’d both comforted and shown their own form of affection to the other over the last few months, something they apparently both still needed.

He knew Tyler would need time to get used to him, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart pound just a bit faster when he heard that the taller man still wanted him in his life with the promise that he’d be in his human form so they could have a more mutual relationship.

He also tried to ignore the slight flutter when Tyler pulled him into a final hug in thanks for not only saving him tonight but for coming into his life in the first place and looking after him when he didn’t even realize how much he needed someone else.

He also gave his thanks, for saving him that day so many weeks ago from the pound and for welcoming him into his life and showing him true compassion which he hadn’t known since he’d been turned.

With a final breath they pulled apart, staring at one another with smiles on their faces before he finally said goodbye and left Tylers’ house with a lighter step, plans on getting a job and finally living his life already running through his mind in order to be the best he can, not only for himself but for Tyler as well.

**********

It had been almost two years since Tyler had saved him from a trip down to the pounds and here he was sat, cuddled next to Tyler on the couch whilst they watched some action movie he pretended to be interested in.

Their relationship was rocky at first, both testing the bounds of their friendship and it took a while for Tyler to get over his initial misgivings about taking things further, but, eventually, they both took the leap together into uncharted waters.

Eventually though they found their rhythm, and they could almost pass off as a normal couple if it wasn’t for the fact he’d have to take a few annual trips for when he turned, though he was quick to learn that the beast part of himself missed Tyler just as he did, for whatever reason he couldn’t explain, not that he would ever tell the younger man.

He pushed any thoughts of his other self away, content instead to just bury himself further into the warm chest of the man he’d come to love, something he didn’t think he’d ever get to experience again.