#he thinks they’re treating a wolf cub as a puppy

[ibrithir-was-here]

i adore your bad end series! with the most recent post, i have to wonder what little quincey considers dracula to be. his weird uncle? his parents' "friend?" a spooky roommate?

Ah yes, the vampire lord in the corner.

I’m going to tag @unchartedentity for this as they asked a very similar question!

So, @animate-mush who’s wonderful writing keeps inspiring this series to new heights has had Quincey call him “Father” in parallel to Jonathan’s ‘Papa’ and yeah I can definitely see Dracula pressing for that title, both by his ‘right’ as the reason the child is a vampire in the first place “He owes what he is as much to myself as to who’s blood he shares. And doesn’t some of mine run through him now as well?”

And also just because he knows it’s a knife in Jonmina’s hearts to hear Quincey call him that

How the relationship actually pans out? I think that in actually it’s much more of a creepy weird uncle situation, mixed with a lot of Palpatine corruption attempts. Dracula finds Quincey’s whole existence deeply interesting, seeing the Harkers attempts at domesticity is incredibly bizarre to him and also humorous—I think he really feels at some moment Quincey will twist into proper Vampire mode and break his dear papa’s heart doing so, and robbed of his chance to take over England he’ll take his kicks where he can get them.

Also going to take this opportunity to post the Dracula and Quincey interaction I just drew

[peachyteez]

death’s grip ≫ DAY THREE, SECRETS.

the tiger hybrid managed to escape from south korea’s top illegal hybird ring fights. of course, they didn’t let him go so easily. losing his chasers in a forest, covered in blood—his and others’—he decided to accept his fate of death from his wounds until a female and two other hybrids managed to take him from death’s grip.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

✧ taglist: @defsoul15, @choisaniskillingme, @joongiebug, @sunsethw4, @t-tbinnie, @chanyeolol, @danibookmarks, @hello-its-ya-boi, @murralyn, @alienmashup, @panini, @moon8894, @taetae123094, @luv3rxcha, @treasure-hwa, @etherealbyeol, @hwaseongzzz, @koasworld, @lovely-sanie, @orbitiiny

can’t be tagged: @yoongisleftboob

feel free to let me know if you would like to be added to the list!

✧ notes: let me know if you wanna give hongjoong a big hug cus i sure do :(

✧ WARNINGS: mention of death, and a really quick mention of physical and mental mistreatment

back。| next。

“hongjoong, please, i just need your temperature!”

“you are not sticking that thing in my mouth! there’s a red liquid in it!”

“that’s just to measure your temperature!”

for the past ten minutes, jiyu’s been trying to take hongjoong’s temperature, but the tiger hybrid blatantly refused since he didn’t trust the device. now, hongjoong was burrowed underneath the blankets, hiding from jiyu who was doing everything in her power to try to coax him out from his little blanket den. 

“please? every other hybrid uses this device and they’re okay.”

hongjoong poked his head out, only the top of his head and eyes visible. he slightly furrowed his eyebrows. “really?”

jiyu gently smiled. “i swear. would i really hurt you after what i said yesterday?”

he hesitantly climbed out of his blanket den. “i guess not...” he mumbled before sitting on the bed in front of jiyu. “okay, fine.” opening his mouth, jiyu placed the thermometer under his tongue and waited for the beep. 

she couldn’t help but chuckle at how hongjoong looked. his arms were crossed on his chest and with his little pout, jiyu was reminded of an angry tiger cub that refused to take his medicine. she accidentally let a small giggle pass her lips, catching his attention.

“are you laughing?” he asked, mock offended. luckily, the thermometer beeped. 

“you’re like a little child, has anyone ever told you?” she chuckled as she took the thermometer out and filled out his report.

hongjoong cocked his head in confusion. “no, why would anyone want to call me a child? is that an insult?”

“not necessarily. it’s like a term of endearment,” she explained. 

hongjoong had absolutely no idea how being called a child could be a term of endearment, but he nodded his head anyways. “do you call your hybrids that?” he asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

“from time to time, yes. although, they are the embodiment of children trapped in an adult’s body,” she chuckled. “especially yunho.”

hongjoong didn’t know what it was, but he swore he could see a glimmer of happiness, and dare he say, love when she talks about her hybrids. there was no trace of any maliciousness in her eyes and expressions, making him all the more curious about her. just who was she?

“but seonghwa can be like a mom, too, so it’s all the more endearing,” she shot him a smile. “you’re always so curious about them,” she pointed out. 

hongjoong flushed out of embarrassment. it’d be a lie if he said that he wasn’t curious as to how they turned out the way they were—loving and trusting a human. “isn’t it natural for a hybrid to be curious of other hybrids?” he asked, trying to play off his embarrassment.

“or you can just tell me you want to meet them,” she teasingly retorted. it’s funny how a few days ago, the tiger hybrid had been growling at her to leave him alone in the forest and. now, jiyu treats him as if she’s known him for years; she spoke with him as if he was her friend, not another hybrid that she had to care for. and she definitely didn’t look down on him. to her, hongjoong was her equal.

“...would they even want to meet me?” he asked, the spark in his eyes diminishing a little. “they probably think of me as rude and violent after that day. especially the wolf.”

jiyu frowned. “they don’t. seonghwa’s a little protective, but he warms up to people fairly quickly. same with yunho,” she reassured. “i’m sure they’d love to meet you.”

she wasn’t lying. for the past two days, the two had been pestering her with questions about the tiger. if he was okay, if he was eating, if he was happy, and so many more questions. it seemed as though they had unconsciously formed a bond with hongjoong despite not meeting him once after they found him in the forest. 

“they ask about you, you know.”

hongjoong’s ears perked up in surprise at her statement. “they do?”

she nodded. “they’re worried about you, too. i think in a way...they understand where you come from. you three are more alike than you think.”

hongjoong had a feeling of what she was trying to imply, which made him even more curious about the two. were they like him? getting the bitter end of the stick? how did they become so...trusting? those were questions that he so desperately wanted answers to. he just had to know for himself that there was a chance for hybrids like him. hybrids that were mistreated both mentally and physically. 

“if you want,” she hesitantly suggested, “i can bring them in tomorrow so you can meet them. only if you’re comfortable, of course.”

jiyu had expected him to say no right off the bat, but he surprised her with a small nod of his head, a small sparkle in his eyes. “please?”

a grin slowly made its way onto her face. “alright, then. i’ll warn them to not be so overwhelming so you can get used to them,” she said before looking up at the clock. her time with hongjoong was up. “well, that’s all for today. i need to check on jungkook now.” he was a new bunny hybrid that had been admitted a week prior. “do you need anything else before i go?”

hongjoong shook his head before burrowing back into the blankets, letting out a chuff of content at how comfortable it was. “i’m sleepy...” he mumbled. 

she chuckled. “alright then. goodnight, sleepyhead,” she said before leaving his room. 

and as she expected that night, seonghwa and yunho rejoiced at the offer of coming with her the next day to meet the tiger hybrid that they’ve been so curious about while at home. “but don’t overwhelm him, alright? he’s just started getting used to everything,” she warned while stirring the kimchi jiggae that was simmering on the stove. 

suddenly, a thought crossed seonghwa’s mind. “does he know about...”

jiyu bit her lip, knowing what he was trying to ask. “no...i don’t think it’s a good idea to tell him now. he’s made a lot of progress in communication that if he were to know, he’s lose his trust in people all over again.”

“but doesn’t he have a right to know?” yunho chimed in from the couch where he was laying down. “i mean if i were on the brink—”

“i know, yun,” she squatted next to him and rubbed his head, giving him a little scratch behind his ears. “i promise i’ll tell him when the time is right. okay?”

satisfied with her answer, yunho happily nodded before getting up and bounding over to the kitchen. “last one to finish eating has to do the dishes!” he playfully shouted to seonghwa, who was caught off guard. 

“not that i mind doing dishes, but you’re on!” he called back, sprinting after the puppy to the kitchen to eat. 

jiyu snorted, amused by their antics before letting out a sigh. hongjoong was improving so much in the span of a few days that she would feel absolutely terrible if one wrong move could shatter everything. compared to a few days ago he had regained most of his energy and spark. 

so how was she supposed to tell him that he was literally on the brink of death while in the ambulance after he had passed out?

she didn’t tell hongjoong earlier, but that was the biggest reason seonghwa and yunho were worried about him. as a matter of fact, the tiger didn’t even know that he had almost died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. if he knew that humans were the cause of his near-death experience, she knew that absolutely nothing, not even their small talks and her visits, would ever open his heart again.

[melancholic-pigeon]

WIP Wednesday #15

Since Jason's birthday is tomorrow and all, I'm doing something longer as a treat. A triptych, if you will!

Content warnings for child abuse and neglect, alcoholism and food insecurity.

Thalia wakes up, like she usually does, to Jason curled against her with his fingers in his mouth. She can't easily put him in his crib by herself, but her mattress is on the floor and there's nowhere for him to fall, so she can ensure that she's there to hold him whenever he wakes up crying. Her shirt's a little damp, but this time it's just because he's drooling in his sleep. Last night, thankfully, was free from disruptions.

For him, at least.

He's a year old today, and she hasn't seen their mother since two nights ago, slumped on the couch with an empty bottle of vodka on the ground next to her. The door to her room is closed. Whether she's in there sleeping it off or out somewhere getting drunker, Thalia has no idea.

Bitterly, she doesn't care. It's not like their mom cares about them, either.

Jason yawns, his hair sticking up like a cockatoo's feathers. The first eye contact of the morning always leaves him giggling and reaching for her, and the feeling of his small, warm body flopping onto her brings her focus back to where it should be.

"Happy birthday, shrimp."

"Happy," he repeats, nosing at her stomach.

It's up to her, like usual, so she gets him dressed and ready and gives him the last of the cereal to occupy himself while she digs through her closet to find the old coffee can she stashed there.

Every time she thinks she can get away with it, she lifts a bill from their mother's wallet and puts it in the can. Every nickel she finds on the street, every dime she pulls from the couch cushions; it all adds up, a little at a time.

After carefully saving as much as she could for the past few weeks, she's squirreled away enough. She takes out a fistful and stuffs it in her pocket, then re-buries the can under a pile of her laundry.

Today's special, and she'll cover the loss somehow— by sneaking some extra groceries under her coat again, if she has to.

Jason's finished with his breakfast by the time she emerges, sitting patiently and playing with the plastic dish she'd given it to him on. Her sweet baby brother, looking up at her with a smile so sunny you'd think they were living like kings.

Her chest feels tight and her throat's in no better condition. After a deep breath, she reaches down to grab his hands.

"Do you know what birthdays mean?"

He takes a second to think about it as she pulls him to his feet, then shakes his head.

"Birthdays, Jason," she says, grinning— it's harder to dwell when he's holding onto her hand— "mean birthday cake."

The gas station a block away at least has the miniature kind wrapped in cellophane. He won't know the difference, since he hasn't even been introduced to the concept of cake yet, but she'll still have to make it up to him with a real one someday.

—

By the time Jason turns two, Thalia has shoplifting down to an art form.

People are usually too busy fawning over how precious her brother is to pay her much attention, and having Luke along makes it almost easy. Jason adores him, and he's happy to draw focus away from her by translating the toddler babble and proclaiming that they're his favorite babysitting clients, which conveniently explains the lack of adult supervision.

Thanks to him, she's managed to get Jason something a lot better than cake.

She saw it in the window of a toy shop and immediately knew it was perfect, but it cost more than she'd scrounged in the past six months. She'd been resigned to the idea of stealing a brownie instead, and then last night, Luke showed up at her doorstep with it tucked under his arm and his face split into a wicked grin.

She's not sure she wants to know how he managed to smuggle it out without getting caught, but the way Jason lights up when he lays eyes on it, happier than she's ever seen him, is enough to make her ignore the uneasy feeling.

"Puppy!"

She can't help but mirror it back to him, her heart swelling with emotion as he flings his arms around the stuffed animal's neck. It's almost as big as he is.

"That's right. It's a wolf puppy. She's named after a mama wolf called Lupa."

The real Lupa is the matriarch of a pack living at a conservancy in San Diego county. Her likeness is an embodiment of the fiercely protective love Jason should have gotten from his own mother, and which has fallen to Thalia and her limited capabilities instead.

Jason rolls over, still holding tight to his new doll, and lays his head in her lap. If she's coming up short, he certainly hasn't noticed.

"My Lupa?"

He's gently petting the wolf's fur, in a movement that's strikingly similar to how Thalia's petting his hair. She blinks a few times to chase away the burning in her eyes.

"Your Lupa."

She can't give him the childhood that he deserves. It's a struggle to make sure even his most basic needs are met, and some days it feels like the whole world is united against them, but then he hugs her leg or curls up against her shoulder or tells her in that sweet voice love you, Taya—

And everything settles in her chest, refining itself into a white-hot determination.

She's all he has, and the one thing she can make sure he'll never want for is someone who loves him enough to fight for him.

She understands how the real Lupa must feel about her cubs. She knows, with more certainty than she's ever known anything, that if anyone so much as thinks about hurting her little brother— hurting her baby— she'll tear them to shreds with her teeth before they have time to run.

—

Everything is perfect. Thalia's made sure of it.

The party doesn't start for another hour, so she has to keep Jason occupied until then. He thinks she has lunch reservations and they're meeting at her place for coffee first— the second part is true; she has a pot of Kona ready to go as soon as he arrives.

While she's preparing his decoy surprise, the rest of his friends are in Manhattan, helping Percy and Sally get his bash underway. She finds herself quivering with excitement as she puts the last few touches in place.

The doorbell rings and she squeaks, shoving the main item behind a bookshelf before racing to answer the door.

"Happy birthday, shrimp." She stands up on her tiptoes and hugs him around the neck. "I have something for you."

Jason beams, pink, and squeezes her back.

"I told you last year that you don't have to get me anything. Your company is a gift in and of itself."

"Ha ha," she counters dryly, knowing he can hear her getting a little emotional at the sincerity on his face. "Very funny. Like I'm not going to try to make up for the ten of them that I missed."

She takes hold of his arm and pulls him into the apartment, past the kitchen to the hall that leads to her bedroom. She opens the door beside it, the one that used to be her study.

Jason's eyes go wide.

The desk is still there, but the chair is new, much larger than the one she used. The bookcase is the same, too, but she's put her video games in a box in her bedroom and filled the shelves with fresh sketchbooks and paints and pencils instead. The bed is new too, as well as the nightstand and the dresser.

Sally stripped and varnished all of the wood, and built a set of floating shelves that are currently storing a series of framed photos from Annabeth's camera reel. Piper decided on the paint colors— sky blue with a deep purple accent on the wall that slants to the ceiling. Leo took care of borrowing Jason's favorite sketches to make the framed prints above his bed, by pretending he was doing a photography project with them.

(He'd burst into laughter when she gave him Jason's baby drawings to frame too, and she'd almost punched him in the mouth— but then she'd noticed his voice was a little tight when he told her the crayon scribbles looked just like her.)

"Wow," Jason breathes, staring around the room as though he doesn't know where to land his focus. "This— is all of this for me?"

"Anytime you need an escape, you've got one. Think of it as your safe house. And there's one more thing."

Reluctantly, she steps away and retrieves what she hid earlier.

Jason's mouth drops.

"Lupa," he whispers, raising his hand. He stops himself halfway through reaching over, like he doesn't know if he should. "How did you find another one? I thought they were a limited run."

Thalia takes his hand, wrapping his fingers around the new doll's front leg.

"I traded twenty-seven ultra-rare mint-condition beanie babies for her with a collector in Montana."

"Do I want to know how you got twenty-seven ultra-rare mint-condition beanie babies?"

"It's not as sordid as you're thinking, I just spent a lot of time on Ebay."

Jason laughs, shaky, and sits down on his new mattress. He's probably not even conscious of the way he's running his thumb over Lupa's paw, exactly the way he did the first time.

He said that donating the original to charity was his idea, but Thalia has a suspicion he was pushed into it with a healthy dose of shaming and manipulation, and the look on his face— shocked, bright-eyed, a little scared like he thinks she'll disappear if he blinks— pretty much confirms it.

Thalia sits beside him and wraps an arm around his back. He slides down along the mattress until he's lying with his head in her lap.

"My Lupa," he says quietly, and she knows he remembers doing it before.

"Your Lupa," she chokes back. "For real, this time. Nobody's going to take her away from you, ever again."

It's different now, because Lupa is about the size of a two year old child, and Jason very much no longer is. She fits in the crook of his elbow, and he couldn't wrap his arms and legs around her if he tried.

Thalia tries not to think about all the nights between then and now that he's needed her, and didn't have her.

He smiles, wiser than his fifteen years.

(He's fifteen years old. God. She missed so much— thirteen months isn't long enough to even really begin to catch up.)

"I know they won't," he tells her. "You won't let them."

She's never going to get those years back. The only thing she can do is make sure she appreciates what she has now.

"I believe you would."

"I'll bite anyone who tries," she whispers back, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He bursts into laughter, reaching up to ruffle her hair like she used to do to him.

@perseusjackson-jasongrace @msdrpreist I still feel self-conscious about pinging people tell me if you'd prefer I didn't difjvhg

[piesandswords]

Raising Werewolf Cubs Under His Bed

Posted on Archive of Our Own here.

Riddle laughed his high laugh again.

“It was my word against Hagrid’s, Harry. Well, you can imagine how it looked to old Armando Dippet. On the one hand, Tom Riddle, poor but brilliant, parentless but so brave, school prefect, model student… on the other hand, big, blundering Hagrid, in trouble every other week, trying to raise werewolf cubs under his bed, sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest to wrestle trolls… but I admit, even I was surprised how well the plan worked.”

Um… hey. Hey, Tom? Mr. Riddle? Dramatic ass “I am Lord Voldemort” person-sir? Do you mean human children???!!! Hey Joanne, do you mean human children cause werewolf cubs? Werewolf cubs have gotta be human children.

There are four explanations for this line that I can think of. One Doylist (explained out of text), three Watsonian (explained within canon).

The first explanation: JK Rowling did not come up with werewolf lore until after she had written the third book. That explains why she keeps writing about people being afraid of werewolves in the Forbidden Forest even when it wasn’t a full moon and shit like this. She just hadn’t come up with the facts yet.

This explanation, while probably correct, is boring as hell and we will be disregarding it.

Explanation number two barely warrants an entry. Riddle was trying to think of a magical creature and just said werewolves without considering what that would mean. This is somehow more boring than explanation one.

The third explanation is more fun. Wizards are, to put it kindly, mildly, and with some of the love in my heart, dumb as shit.

The Hogwarts education system is shaky at best. Thinking of how little math wizards know makes me want to cry. I would say something like “The class of History of Magic is so poorly taught that I doubt any of the students even know that ___” but like. The class of History of Magic is so poorly taught that I can’t come up with an obvious example of Wizarding history.

Due to the shaky Hogwarts education system, I can partially excuse Ron for being stupid in the area of “what are werewolves” when he talks about werewolves in the Forbidden Forest in book two, as of his two Defence teachers the more competent was Quirinus Quirrell.

(Lockhart’s teachings on lycanthropy involve him curing someone of it by sticking a wand down their throat and saying a spell, which… If it were that easy then Remus Lupin would have had a much better life. If he could fix his furry little problem by eating a wand, the man would have had unicorn hair and cypress soup every night for the rest of his life.)

(That being said, Ron should know more about werewolves. Molly or Arthur should have taught their kids things like that.)

Tom Riddle, in contrast to Ron, went to Hogwarts before the position was cursed. Given that he was the one who cursed it, this makes sense. Riddle had a stable education that, theoretically, involved a competent professor. He should know better.

But also, wizards are dumb as shit.

They seem to have no standardization to their education except for aiming for the OWLs and NEWTs. What educational standards has the Ministry released for teachers to follow? Probably none, that would be too competent. (Ignoring book five, ew.) Just because werewolves were covered in DADA during Harry’s time at Hogwarts doesn’t mean they were in Riddle’s. Maybe they were covered in Care of Magical Creatures, which Riddle would almost certainly not take. Or maybe they weren’t covered at all.

So maybe Tom Riddle hasn’t learned about werewolves in school. He knows about them when he’s older though, so what gives?

Here’s the thing. This Tom Riddle hasn’t had his dark magic field trip yet, the one he goes on after he graduates. What if he doesn’t know about werewolves, but he thinks he kinda gets the gist, and, being Voldemort, assumed he was correct.

Hagrid could have been raising puppies under his bed and Riddle could have been like. “Ah, yes. These are werewolf babies. I am correct on this and will not be corrected by anyone ever because I am the pinnacle of all things knowledge.”

Diary!Tom Riddle is #ForeverSixteen. He is a teenager who insists on being called “Flight of Death” (or, incidentally, Flight from Death, which, yeah). He wears eyeliner, he listens to fascist!MCR, he wants to commit genocide, you know, just regular teenage boy things. Yikes.

(Can you imagine 72-year-old Voldemort having to interact with his 16-year-old self? This insolent boy who doesn’t even know what werewolves are? Harry wouldn’t have had to destroy the Horcrux, Voldemort would do it himself to get the kid to stop talking.

Tom Riddle, age 16: “Lord Voldemort is my past, present, and future.”

Tom Riddle, age 70ish: “You’re about to be past due if you don’t shut up.”)

Anyway, that’s our third explanation. Tom Riddle is dumb as shit. This is backed up by the fact that 1) he is sixteen, 2) wizarding education is a hot garbage fire, 3) grown Voldemort is dumb as shit. He refuses to do research into things he thinks he understands in his seventies, why would he be any smarter at age sixteen?

This explanation is less boring. This is the one that I consider to be the closest to canon one. This makes sense, and it involves making fun of Voldemort’s dramatic bullshit and narcissism, which I approve of.

I like this explanation.

But explanation number three? It doesn’t hold a candle to explanation four.

See, here’s the thing. I believe that Voldemort is dumb as shit and that his education could have been pretty spotty.

But I also think that the boy that has rediscovered Horcruxes by doing too much research would not be completely ignorant of what werewolves are and how they work. They’re considered to be Dark Creatures™ so he would have come across them at some point when learning of the Dark™ Mysterious® Arts©.

So what if.

What if he wasn’t talking out of his ass?

What if Hagrid WAS raising werewolf cubs under his bed? Or, not cubs. Cubs implies non-people.

What if Hagrid was keeping werewolf children under his bed while he was attending Hogwarts?

Picture this: 11-year-old Rubeus Hagrid gets his letter for Hogwarts. He’s overjoyed. His father is a bit surprised that Hagrid, a half-giant, received his letter, but he is also overjoyed.

(The fact that Hagrid got into Hogwarts at all with wizarding prejudices as they are is honestly remarkable. We know that the Wizarding World is awful about treating those who aren’t pure-blooded wizards like people and Hagrid being a half-giant isn’t exactly subtle.)

So Hagrid goes to Hogwarts. He learns. He makes friends. He probably gets in quite a bit of trouble with teachers because he’s never been someone with a ton of common sense or tendency to follow rules. Being in trouble doesn’t bother him too much, he’s young and usually, he doesn’t think about consequences for his actions. Besides, often the reward is worth the risk.

So Hagrid finishes his first year having loved the experience. And he goes home for the summer.

Let’s say that Hagrid and his dad live on the outskirts of a relatively small Muggle town. They’re not quite in the wilderness, but they’re not quite in the town proper either.

A new family, the Canids, has moved next door since Hagrid has gone off to Hogwarts. They have two children roughly Hagrid’s age, a daughter named Freki, age 12, and a son named Geri, age 10. Given Hagrid’s friendly nature and the general boredom that comes with a long summer, the three of them quickly make friends and begin to spend quite a bit of time together.

(Forgive my mixing of Norse and Latin etymology here, I refuse to spend more than three minutes googling names that mean “wolf wolf” or “moon moon” that haven’t already been used in canon.)

Then, one day when they’re hanging out, something weird happens. What exactly it is, I’m not sure. Maybe a branch breaks while they are climbing a tree and no one gets hurt, despite how high up they are. Maybe Hagrid says something unthinkingly cruel on accident, and Geri’s feelings get hurt, and Hagrid’s hair gets turned pink. Maybe Freki finds a magical creature that Muggles aren’t supposed to be able to see. Maybe their father is off fighting in World War II (it is 1941, after all), and there is some unsetting news from the front, and one of the kids causes a sunny day to become a rainstorm.

However it happens, Hagrid figures out that he’s got two underage wizards on his hands. And he knows Freki (age 12) hasn’t received her Hogwarts letter.

Hagrid has never been one to keep his mouth shut. The man at the age of 62 let slip to a group of eleven-year-olds that 1) he had a three-headed dog, 2) the name of the dog was Fluffy, 3) Fluffy was guarding something that was owned or created by Nicholas Flamel, and 4) you can put Fluffy to sleep by playing any kind of music ever. He is not one for subtlety, or for secrets. Honestly, he might have told these kids about magic on accident even if they hadn’t shown signs of being wizards.

So he confronts the kids about the strange things that have been happening. Freki goes dead pale the second he opens his mouth. She begs him not to tell anyone in the village that there is something unnatural about them, Rubeus, please, you don’t know what people will do if they find out.

Hagrid’s confused. If they find out what exactly? Having magic is wonderful, you get to go to school and learn and make friends and discover all sorts of interesting facts and creatures and-

There are two ways this could go.

Either Freki and Geri don’t know about magic and they are delighted to hear about this wonderful place where they could be themselves, and also maybe they could get some help for this weird thing that has been happening to them since they were little kids and there was a wolf attack. Hagrid has to figure out very quickly how to deal with the fact that 1) he has to explain magic to his two friends, 2) his two friends are werewolves, 3) his two friends will not be accepted into wizard society, and 4) he also has to explain that.

Or Geri and Freki already know about magic. They didn’t know that Hagrid knew (they are in a Muggle town, after all), but they knew about magic. Maybe their mom was a witch and dad a Muggle. Maybe the other way around. Maybe both parents are wizards. Maybe they are the descendants of Squibs. Whatever their parental background, they have heard about Hogwarts. And they know the reason that neither of them had gotten Hogwarts letters, know the reason neither of them would ever get Hogwarts letters. And gently, sadly, they explain to Hagrid their situation.

And as Hagrid finds out that they’re werewolves and starts to process what that means for them and their future, Hagrid becomes indignant. And I mean Hermione-founding-misguided-but-well-meaning-organization-SPEW level indignant. I’m talking “thou shalt not insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me” level indignant. Indignant might not be the right word. He gets angry.

Remus Lupin will be the first werewolf to legally receive schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But if Hagrid has something to say about it? Freki and Geri will beat the record illegally by about thirty years.

(This is a man who has been alienated his whole life for his half-giant status. He knows the feeling of being discriminated against for something he can’t change about himself.)

(This is also a man who tried to raise a dragon egg in a wooden cabin. He doesn’t necessarily think things through.)

And so begins Operation Get-My-Friends-A-Wizard-Education.

Phase One: Preliminary Education.

Hagrid spends the rest of the summer teaching these two kids everything that he can remember from his first year of school. He’s got a month. He’s got his books. He’s got enough determination to intimidate God. He’s only got the one wand, but he’ll make do.

And as late August comes? He thinks they’re ready as they’re gonna get.

Phase Two: Smuggling Time.

Now, Hagrid is an oversized lad. And one of the things that comes with being an oversized lad is oversized clothes. And one of the things that comes with oversized clothes is an oversized trunk.

Hagrid also has an undersized father with an oversized heart and an undersized sense of what is a normal and sane thing to do. (The man had sex with a giantess for Pete’s sake!)

With a little convincing, said undersized father could make said oversided trunk be even more oversized on the inside.

Geri and Freki? Welcome to the Hogwarts Express, viewed from the luxury seats of “Inside Hagrid’s Trunk.” No complimentary beverages, I’m afraid, and the view’s not great, but all the oversized clothes end up being quite comfortable cushions.

So Hagrid smuggles two kid werewolves into Hogwarts.

Phase Three: Ah, Shit, Didn’t Think This Through… Er… Live Under My Bed I’ll Bring You Homework

So they live under his bed while he teaches them everything that he is learning in all of his classes, sometimes in the dorm room when no one else is there, sometimes in the Forbidden Forest when they can sneak out, sometimes in empty rooms around the castle. They spend each full moon as deep into the forest as they can go, hoping against hope that they won’t hurt anyone and they will be safe.

(In this universe, the rumors of werewolves in the forest came from somewhere. The stories of glimpses of wolves through the trees during this time were passed down through the generations. “My aunt’s cousin’s friend’s dad saw a werewolf in the forest” may not be the most credible of sources, but in this case, it holds a grain of truth.)

They are careful, and, for a while, they don’t get caught.

How long are they at Hogwarts? I don’t know. A while, certainly. A month? A semester? A full year? Maybe they make it through to when the Chamber of Secrets was opened and everyone became more suspicious and more alert before they were found out.

Once they are caught, the Canid children are promptly sent home. After all, you can’t have monsters in a school like Hogwarts, and what are werewolves if not monsters.

The staff lets Hagrid off with a warning, thinking maybe this was a one-off occurrence of idiocy. But they do view Hagrid with more suspicion after that. After all, he brought monsters into the school. Who’s to say what he’ll let in next?

That being said, Tom Riddle’s probably just dumb as shit.

Posted on Archive of Our Own here.

[trashcanfanfics]

Headcanon Animals

These are the animals I can see the Avengers mcu characters being

Steve (Captain America):

Turtle. Hear me out. Not only is he old but he is strong and tucks behind his shield for protection much like a turtle does with its shell. Do not let him out of your sight, he may be slow but damn if he doesn't take opportunities. (Based on a post I saw a while back and can't remember where I saw it)

Bucky (Winter Soldier):

Everyone I have talked to about this sees him as a cat and I kinda agree with that due to cat having nine lives and all that, not to mention his personality. I can, however, see him also being a wolf. They are strong and intimidating but also very beautiful and mysterious. Wild doggy who just needs to be scritched behind the ears.

Tony (Iron Man):

Tbh Tony seems like one of those fancy birds that's all pampered until they fly away and then comes back a completely new bird. He went through a tough time and it made him a better guy, really opened his eyes to some shit. He's still a brat tho.

Thor (God of Thunder):

You can look me in the eyes and tell me that Thor wouldn't be a bear and I'd call you a liar. Thor is a bear because he is super intimidating but so fuzzy. He protects his loved ones and all he holds dear like a mama bear with her cubs. Can and will hug you against your will.

Bruce (Biochemist):

Bruce and Hulk are two different personalities and will be separate animals based on qualities. Bruce is totally an octopus. He's smart and squishy. Plus he can blend into the public better because hardly anyone can recognize who he is, kinda like those camouflage octopuses. If he is uncomfortable, he will camo his way to the background to escape. You will not find him.

Hulk (Gamma Mutant):

Hulk is actually a dog. He doesn't smash without permission but it's kinda hard to get him to let go of the tug toy once he's riled up. Loyal, strong, would probably hug you if he thought you needed it. Hulk is dog.

Natasha (Black Widow):

She was really hard to distinguish as an animal but I'd pin her to be a fox. She's beautiful, powerful, cunning, and very smart. Also the red hair and red fox (there's even grey foxes to match her most recent hair color from Infinity War). Probably will take things of yours to prove she is the sneakiest of sneaks.

Wanda (Scarlet Witch):

I think she would also be a wolf because she travels with a pack but is strong on her own. She's loyal and can whip ass. Also, very pretty and clever. Do not pet unless she gives permission. She's kinda touch starved but that's all you have to worry about.

Vision (Scientific Breakthrough):

He's an owl, hands down. Very wise and very observant. Also, owls can be absolute dorks. Super smart and can forget very common things. They both fly with such grace. Bumps into glass anything a lot.

Clint (Hawkeye):

Also a dog. Ferocious and protective. He does what he thinks is right. Whether he brings you a potato or saves you from a murder bot, it's always smart to give him reassurance.

Sam (Falcon):

It's kinda cliche and obvious, but he is a falcon. Listen, he was trained to fly around and take care of baddies in the field much like how falcons are trained for hunting. They always return cuz now they're loyal to you. He likes beef tenderloin.

Rhodey (War Machine):

A lot of these people end up being dogs...Anyways, loyal to his beliefs, a good support, knows all of his bestie's secrets. He really is a good boy and he tries his best.

Peter (Spiderman):

Okay, he is an excited golden retriever puppy. He follows you every where and cannot get rid of his goofy smile. All he wants is for everyone to be safe and happy and will sacrifice himself to do it. He wants to do everything and make everyone like him. He tries really hard and deserves all the belly rubs.

T'Challa (Black Panther):

I would say panther but he's more like a house cat. He is definitely in charge and freezes up when he sees something move outside the window. Successfully takes down flies within the first five tries. Strong and sleek fur.

Bonuses!!

Nick (Fury):

Bruh he's a bat. He hears everything and has minimal eyesight but can fuck you up no problem. He dwells in caves and dark places until he thinks he's needed/wants to come out. He does his own thing and then all of a sudden he's at your window.

Phil (Coulson):

Honestly he's also a golden retriever due to loyalty, reliability, and excitability. He is very loyal and will follow what you tell him to without much hassle. He will always be there for you when you need him and gets really happy about small things. He is one of the best and deserves treats for everything he's been through.

Maria (Hill):

Also a fox, she's beautiful, clever, and very resourceful. She mainly stays behind to operate the what she sees fit. Cold demeanor but very loyal and fun. Enjoys sitting and watching the chaos.

Loki (God of Mischief):

Yes, he's a cat because of his many deaths and snooty attitude and only showing affection with sarcasm, but he could also be a fox because of the mischief and historically symbolism of illusion. You will be robbed of snacks if you even think of letting him stay.

[blueplanettrash]

So I may or may not of had a wee little idea about the team finding a were wolf like planet but they age like elves so at first Lance is like super excited but once he tells them how old he is they all start treating him like a puppy and coddle him. He acts like he hates it but actually enjoys the attention and the team stays for their full moon which is like a huge deal for them. But instead of lance becoming his normal wolf form he becomes a cub- part 1

If you liked the idea so much, you didn’t have to give it to me. Thank you so much though! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

For the first time in a long time, Allura was smiling when they met her on the bridge. She practically bouncing in place as she waited for everyone to file in.

“Uh… what’s up Allura?” Pidge decided to finally ask. Her head whipped over to stare at Pidge making the girl flinch in shock.

“I’m glad you asked Pidge,” Allura practically sang before turning to look more at Lance. “Planet Yupriupra contacted us, and express an interest in meeting you Lance,” she said. Lance’s eyebrow rose in surprise.

“Me?” He asked pointing at himself.

“Yes!” She cheered moving from her platform to stand in front of him. “There planet completely slipped my mind because we only visited it once when I was a child, but the Yupri are just like you!”

“What? Like me?”

“Yes! They transform into wolves and have a forced transformation during the full moon!”

“Holy crap!” He finally processed the information and grabbed Allura’s shoulders in excitement. “And we’re going there?”

“As soon as word spread about you, they contacted the Castle and wanted to meet with us, especially you,”

“Oh my god, it’s been so long since I’ve seen another wolf, now we’re going to a whole planet of them?” Lance marveled. The rest of the group watched him with amused smiles.

“When are we going?” He asked frantically. Allura laughed and pushed him back, not unkindly.

“We don’t have any missions we have to get to, so we’re going right now, or whenever all of you are ready,” she said, looking over to address the rest of the paladins. They all glanced up at Shiro who gave them a nod and a smile.

“Looks like we’re all ready to go,” he confirmed. Lance squealed and ran to his seat, ready to wormhole already. With loud laughed the rest of them followed suit; the paladins to their chairs and Allura and Coran returning to their stations. In his excitement, he let his ears and tail appear. His ears were perked high on his head and his tail was wagging excitedly behind him.

“Princess? When we get there is it specifically a visit? Or do we have to negotiate an alliance?” Shiro asked as they prepared to open a wormhole.

“It’s a visit, they assured us that they were already on Voltron’s side and needed no further negotiations to join the alliance,” she informed them. Already, this trip was sounding like a very good one. They didn’t have to go through days of meetings, they were already in the planet’s favour, and Lance got to see people of his kind again.

As they started through the wormhole, Coran started reading the lunar charts for the planet and happily turned to regard Lance.

“It looks like planet Yupriupra has a similar lunar cycle to Earth and the next full moon is going to be tomorrow,”

“Whoa, that’s a first,” he replied in amazement.

“It seems like we’re in for a good time then,” Keith commented, leaning back in his chair.

“Do you think they’re telling the truth too?” Hunk asked nervously.

“Of course! The Yupri are a very truthful species and very kind, even if Lance wasn’t a werewolf they would have eventually contacted us for a visit,” Coran said happily moving away from his console as soon as the wormhole was closed. “I have many friends living on Yupriupra, oh I can’t wait to see them again!”

The rest of them looked at him in confusion and a small bit of pity. If Coran had friends on the planet they were more then likely dead by now.

“I know! I can’t wait to see Refia again!” Allura added.

Okay. Now they were just confused.

“Not to sound mean or anything, but wouldn’t they be long gone by now?” Pidge asked meekly. She stared when the two of them started laughing maniacally.

“Hahaha, the Yupri, dying?” Coran gasped out between laughs. “Can you believe it Lance?”

“Um… I’m just as confused as they are?” He shrugged. Immediately their laughs stopped and they looked at him in shock.

“You aren’t immortal?” Allura asked baffled. Lance’s mouth dropped open and he started shaking his head and waving his arms around.

“What? No! Of course not!” He insisted. “The longest a werewolf has lived was maybe 108 or something,”

“How fascinating, although your species are quite similar, to think you have such a difference between you two,” Coran mused, his finger curling in his moustache.

“WAIT! ARE YOU SAYING THESE PEOPLE ARE IMMORTAL!?” Pidge sputtered, slamming her hands down on her console.

“LIKE WILL NEVER DIE IMMORTAL!?” Hunk added with a yelp. Coran and Allura jumped back in surprise.

“Yes?” she answered questioningly.

“Oh my god, we’re going to meet immortal werewolves,” Pidge grinned looking over at Keith who had a similar grin on his face.

“Hey, what makes them so different from me?” Lance pouted crossing his arms and sinking into his seat.

“They actually sound like the werewolves from legends,” Keith stated like it was obvious.

“You keep up this attitude and I’m not going to introduce you to Eustice when we get back to Earth,” pointing an accusing finger at Keith, who immediately scowled and sunk into his chair but didn’t say anything else.

“Eustice?” Shiro asked with a quirked brow.

“Mothman,” Lance said simply and with dead-eyes Shiro nodded and turned back in his seat.

“Prepare for landing paladins,” Allura announced before they started to descend through the atmosphere. He excitedly started bouncing in his seat, his eyes darted across what he could see of the horizon. It was getting close to dusk and it seemed like they wouldn’t be able to see a lot of this planet because of that. It looked surprisingly like Earth too and he couldn’t help the same amount of homesickness that crawled into his stomach. He tried to dull it down, in case these wolves could easily sense emotions like his family could. He took a deep breath in and out as the ship shook, finally landing on the ground.

“Are you ready my boy?” Coran asked laying his hand on his shoulder as he went to go to the lift.

“As I’ll ever be,” he grinned, letting Coran lead him to the lift. As they traveled down to the ground, Lance suddenly remembered.

“Guys, don’t be weirded out if they’re…affectionate,” he warned. They turned to him in confusion, except for Coran and Allura and rushed to explain.

“It’s something about humans and wolves both being social creatures so we’re kind of double social and just really like pretty much anyone we meet,” he explained sheepishly. “They’ll probably rub faces with you as a greeting,” he turned to look at Coran for confirmation and he nodded his head in agreement.

“Is anyone uncomfortable with that?” He asked. They glanced at each other before shaking their heads, making Lance let out a huge sigh of relief. The lift shuddered as it hit the ground and the doors barely opened before Allura and Coran were squeezing out between the doors.

“REFIA!” Allura cried running forward and jumping into the arms of one of the people waiting. She spun the Princess around happily before setting her back on the ground and moving to nuzzle the side of her face.

“Percival, so wonderful to see you again,” Coran stated warmly clasping hands with an older man, which didn’t really make sense to the paladins since they said that the wolves were immortal. Lance, however, could tell that this man was the alpha of the pack and much older than the rest of the wolves around them.

“You as well Coran,” he laughed dragging Coran forward wrapping his arms around him affectionately. He was much taller than Coran and was almost completely enveloping him in his arms. Over the top of his head, his eyes fell on the paladins.

“Welcome Paladins of Voltron!” He greeted cheerfully. At his booming voice, the rest of the wolves started forward to surround the paladins. There was an obvious twitch in Keith’s hands as he held himself back from grabbing his knife.

“Allow me to introduce them to you,” Allura said, pushing through the crowd to stand in front of the paladins.

“This is Shiro, the paladin of the Black Lion, he is Voltron’s leader,” she said pushing him towards the crowd. He startled slightly when hands gently grabbed him to pull him through the crowd. Once he was in the only thing that touched him were quick brushes across his cheeks, which made him laugh quietly.

“Keith is the paladin of the Red Lion,” before he could be pulled in, Allura sent him a hard look as if to say ‘if you pull that knife, I’ll give you something to cry about’

He pouted which quickly turned to surprise when he was lifted and brought into the crowd. He honestly thought that he would hate it but after months of forced Lance affection, it only felt familiar.

“Pidge is the paladin of the Green Lion, she is also very interested to learn more about the Yupri,” Allura said. Pidge yelped with a blush and gave Allura a betrayed look.

“We’d be happy to teach you,” one of the Yupri said, picking her up under the armpits and nuzzling the side of her face, displacing her glasses slightly.

“Oh, thank you,” she said before she was passed through the crowd.

“This is Hunk, the paladin of the Yellow Lion,” she barely got the words out before Hunk was rushing forward.

“You guys are so cool!” He said excitedly as he was eagerly accepted into the mass. Lance and Allura watched with amused smiles before Allura turned and gestured at Lance.

“And this is Lance, the paladin of the Blue Lion,” he gave them a sheepish wave in greeting. It was obvious that they realized that he was like them and they allowed Percival to step forward first. As the sight of the large man, he cowered slightly and crouched forward slowly. His ears were pressed tightly against the top of his head and his tail was curled between his legs. When he was close enough, Percival leaned over slightly and Lance timidly licked the underside of his chin. At that Percival’s tail started wagging slightly and he let out a little laugh. He scooped him up in his arms and squished his cheek against Lance. When his feet dropped back to the ground, he was swarmed by the rest of them.

He let out a little whine of happiness, and tears came to his eyes at the familiarity of the gestures.

“Now, who’s hungry?” Percival asked. A collective cheer rang out around them and they started guiding the team through the forests. The trees were lined with lanterns and softly glowed the further they walked in. They could see up ahead, the start of a clearing.

“It’s just like I remember,” Allura gasped quietly. Refia turned to her with an amused smile.

“It’s only been ten thousand years Allura,” she chuckled. Allura pouted and crossed her arms as Refia snickered beside her. The rest of the paladins looked around in amazement. Lights hung from the branches of trees and long tables were lined up beside each other. Food was laid gracefully on the tables and other Yupri were setting down even more dishes.

They were ushered to seats and they started shoveling food onto their plates.

“This all looks wonderful!” Coran commented appreciatively. He and Allura both sat further away with Refia and Percival, while the paladins sat further down the table beside each other. They were still within earshot of the Alteans if they needed to call out to them.

Halfway through the dinner, both Coran and Percival’s heads turned towards them and they glanced back curiously.

“Lance, Coran told me that on your planet, our kind is mortal?” He asked, his elbows resting on the tabletop. Lance nodded in affirmation with a smile as he swallowed the bite of food that was in his mouth.

“Oh, how old are you then?”

“I’m eighteen,” he responded quickly. The Yupri around them gasped in shock and looked at Lance with wide eyes.

“My goodness, you’re just a cub?” Percival exclaimed. Coran reached out, laying his hand on his arm.

“Not to worry, creatures from Earth grow much quicker, he is equivalent to the age of an adult here,” Coran explained to the worried alpha. Still, he looked at Lance with concern on his face.

“Yes, well…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s not bad is it?” Lance asked dropping his food back to the plate. Percival’s head whipped up.

“Oh no, not at all, we were all merely surprised,” he explained gesturing at the peering eyes surrounding them. Lance’s ears slumped against his head and he glumly looked down at his plate. He was surprised when arms wrapped around him and he was tugged into the arms of one of the women Yupri.

“Apologizes, we noticed that you smelled like our young cubs used to but we weren’t quite sure why,” she said stroking the top of his head comfortingly. Lance couldn’t help but sink into the sensation, it was similar to the way that his mother always hugged him. Obviously, it wasn’t the same but he would take what he could get.

“Princess Allura, I was wondering if you had any plans for Voltron in the near future,” Percival turned capturing Allura attention away from Refia.

“Unless we get an emergency transmission, no,” she said after a moment of thought.

“Perfect! We would like to invite you to stay for our full moon tomorrow night!” He beamed. “I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we would love to spend more time getting to know the new paladins better,”

“We would love to!” Allura announced after a glance at each one of her paladins. All around them, cheers rang out.

Lance was excited that he would be able to explore Yupriupra after all. As he laid in his bed, he couldn’t even decide where he would go first. It was the full moon that really had him excited though. It felt like it’s been years since he last transformed with other wolves and got to run with them. Now, he had an entire planet to keep him company.

Waking up the next day, he immediately noticed a change within the Yupri and it wasn’t a bad one per say. They just seemed more conscious of him. They would go up to him and greet him or affectionately nuzzle him before moving onto their duties.

He had an idea of what they were doing and he wasn’t exactly happy with it. He also wasn’t really upset either. They were acting much like his aunts and uncles did when he was around.

Whenever one of the Yupri had a spare moment they seemed to find Lance and coax him into playing chase with them. Every time, Lance would start without fuss. Even though he knew that they were much faster than him, they always seemed to lag enough that he was able to grasp onto their tail or another part of their body. He knew what they were doing but it didn’t stop him from having his fun. He even ignored Hunk and Pidge when they snickered at him after one such game.

“You really are a little kid,” Pidge giggled pointing up at him.

“It’s not my fault that they keep treating me like one,” he argued.

“Just admit that you like it,” Hunk smiled. Lance huffed and crossed his arms, turning away from them.

Even after his conversation with Hunk and Pidge, he didn’t turn away any of the Yupri. He let them take him aside and groom his ears and hair, then tug him up to go on a hunting lesson, and even let them curl around him for a nap.

He would admit that these little things weren’t just for his benefit either. He had seen every one of these people at the feast last night. There was not one cub there. The youngest looking one there was Refia and obviously, she was at least ten thousand years old and likely older than that. He didn’t know why there weren’t many cubs but if they wanted to spoil one for the first time in a long time, who was he to refuse?

Soon enough the sun started to set and it was almost time for the full moon. He and the rest of the team gathered at the now empty clearing they had visited the night before. Many of the Yupri were already there, most of them group together and talking amongst themselves.

“Let us all have a good night tonight!” Percival bellowed as a sort of farewell before the full moon began to rise in the sky. As Lance began to shift, he noticed that he didn’t feel any of the pain and sickness he usually felt when he shifted. He hadn’t felt that way since he was a cub.

“So what are we supposed to do tonight?” Pidge asked looking up at Allura and Coran.

“There are plenty of beautiful spots to visit,” Allura suggested.

“Or we can sit in the Castle,” Coran added.

“Where to Allura?” Shiro butted in before Pidge could make a decision. She was about to protest but was interrupted by a jolt to her leg. She looked down and squeaked at what she saw. At the noise, the other’s looked over as well.

“Lance?” Hunk asked in disbelief. The wolf cub looked up at him with wide blue eyes.

“What happened?” Keith asked looking at the Alteans. They could see the Yupri looking over at them curiously, already transformed and some having left already.

“I don’t know,” Allura breathed out in confusion before she transformed into her wolf form.

“Lance, are you alright? What happened?” She asked. Lance looked up at her in amazement.

“Wow! Your fur is so pretty!” He said excitedly, running around her.

“Um, thank you? Do you remember where we are?” She asked, putting her leg out to stop him in his tracks.

“Yeah! We’re on Yupriupra!” He said happily. She blinked and sat back, this was incredibly strange. Maybe it had something to do with the atmosphere? Well, it didn’t really matter, they would have to deal with it for now.

“Are you alright?” A concerned voice broke her thoughts and she found Lance standing in front of her.

“I should be asking you that,” she chuckled weakly.

“Good thing you already did then,” Lance replied cheekily. She huffed fondly and transformed back.

“It seems like he transformed back into a cub, mentally as well, although he does remember where we are,” she informed them.

“So what do we do?” Hunk asked.

“I believe the best course of action is for Coran and I to stay here with him, the rest of you can do whatever you want,”

“Sounds good to me,” Keith said immediately. The rest of the paladins looked at him but he only gave them a shrug in response.

“Well, alright then, I guess we’ll meet you back here at sunrise,” Shiro agreed. They watched Coran and Allura both transform and follow Lance further into the forest before turning to head back to the Castle.

Keeping track of Lance throughout the night was surprisingly not as nerve-wracking as they thought it would be. He would run around the large fields of the planet and whenever they came across someone else, Lance would run back and hide between Coran’s front legs.

So many wolves came up to interact with the boy, it seemed like they were waiting in line one after the other. Even though he would cower beneath Coran for a few minutes, he also summoned the courage to come out again. Without a second’s hesitation they would slam down to the ground in a playful stance, their tags wagging madly behind them. Lance instantly started bouncing around and shot like a bullet after the other wolf, trying in vain to catch up to them.

It wasn’t long before Lance was lying against Coran, snoozing softly into his fur. He watched Allura in the distance. They had found Refia and Percival after a few hours and had tagged along with them as they walked through the forest. He turned his attention to Lance and thought of everything that had happened that day and night. It broke his heart to see the Yupri so affected by the cub.

He remembered the last time that he was here. When the then alpha, not Percival, traded his species ability to have cubs in exchange for their immortality. After they got rid of him, they contacted every slightly magically species they could. To no avail obviously. Hopefully, it wouldn’t pain them much when it was time to say goodbye to Lance.

Lance could feel himself shifting back into his human form, and felt one of the Castle ship’s blankets being thrown around him. He blearily blinked open his eyes before wincing and shutting them again. He clutched the blanket tightly around his shoulder and swayed slightly.

“What happened?” He rasped pressing his hand into his eye.

“When you transformed, for some reason you transformed into a cub,” Coran explained quietly, trying not to cause more pain in his head.

“What?” he asked quietly in confusion.

“We’re not really sure what happened, we��re just glad that you went back to normal without any obvious problems,” Allura said softly.

“I’m really tired,” Lance admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly.

“Oh, well then let’s say our goodbyes and we’ll be on our way,” Coran said, putting his arm around Lance and steering him towards the Yupri.

“It’s time we left, thank you for everything you’ve done for us,” Allura smiled, bowing slightly.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Percival said, returning the bow. He turned to Lance.

“Lance, it’s been an honour to meet you,” he once again fell into a bow, this time directed towards the blue paladin. Without hesitation, Lance bowed as well.

“The honour was all mine,” he stated honestly. He startled slightly when a hand landed on his shoulder and he looked up into Percival’s face. With a kind smile, he pulled Lance into a hug.

“If you ever find the need for another one, you can call Yupriupra home,” he said quietly. Lance smiled and wrapped his arms around him as well.

“I’ll keep that in mind,”

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Stories Masterlist

[zainbap]

best absolute puppies  ⟷  werewolf pack AU verse

4. touch

pairing: ot6, banghim words: 3100 summary: they don’t talk about that

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Himchan is not a morning person, but he is a heavy sleeper. The rest of the house can come alive around him without it interrupting his slumber.

Today, however, he jolts awake at the sound of shattering porcelain. As if someone dropped a plate in the kitchen. Himchan groans and rolls over to the other side of the bed, ears picking up the explosions of voices from downstairs. He tells himself they'll handle it just fine without him, despite their alpha's fear of conflicts. It can't always be Himchan's job.

The door to his bedroom creaks, and Jongup's familiar scent reaches his nose.

"Hyung? Are you awake?"

Himchan grunts.

"Almost."

The mattress dips, and Himchan finally peers one eye open as he turns back around. Jongup smiles sweetly at him, lying flat on his stomach on top of the blanket. He's wearing sweats and a loose t-shirt—their usual dress code for weekends at home.

Just the thought makes something warm and soft settle in Himchan's gut. Knowing the kids won't be leaving for school. That the pack will be together. Lazy Saturdays are the best.

"I made coffee," Jongup tells him, his voice slightly muffled with one cheek buried in the second pillow. "I would've brought you a cup but Yongguk-hyung wouldn't let me."

Himchan hums, internally rolling his eyes at Yongguk trying to lure him out using coffee as bait. It's annoying how well it works. He reaches out to brush some strands of hair out of Jongup's face.

"That's why you're my favorite," he sighs.

Jongup's smile stretches even wider.

"Favorite son?"

"What?" Himchan scoffs. "No, that's weird."

"Why?"

"Because I like to hold your hand."

Jongup looks thoughtful.

"You hold everyone's hand."

"And I don't think of any of you as my sons or brothers," Himchan clarifies, sitting up. "You're just my favorite. Period. Now, come on. I need that coffee."

Once entering the kitchen, the scent of embarrassment lingers on Daehyun. There's a broken mug in the sink. Himchan quirks an eyebrow at Yongguk, but the alpha actively avoids his gaze. Giving up, Himchan takes one of the still-intact mugs from the cabinet and pours himself some coffee before joining the others around the table.

Breakfast is loud and messy, per usual.

Daehyun and Youngjae are bickering about an incident Himchan isn't familiar with. Junhong is trying to tell everyone about the new trick he managed to do on his board earlier this week, but only succeeds in getting half the pack's attention. Yongguk is trying to listen in on every conversation at once, though not contributing with much on his own. Jongup is mostly focusing on eating his cereal.

When Daehyun suddenly reaches over to pat Youngjae on the head, as if he were a small child, Youngjae hastily swats at his arm. It instantly earns them everyone's attention.

"Yah!"

Daehyun's whole expression changes, going from amused to serious in a heartbeat. He looks almost hurt, and it's not what Himchan had expected at all.

"What?" He asks, as if he truly doesn't understand what he did wrong.

Youngjae hesitates, looking confused. He had probably expected Daehyun to keep up with the teasing, just like Himchan had.

"Don't pat me on the head," he says after a moment. His voice is uncertain, as if he can't tell if Daehyun is messing with him or not.

There's a pause, Daehyun's pulse skipping a small beat, before saying:

"You like it when you're a wolf."

Complete silence falls. Jongup stops mid-chew. Himchan feels the urge to gape, but doesn't. For a long moment, no one does anything. Until Youngjae finally breaks the uncomfortable silence.

"We don't talk about that," he says flatly.

Because they don't. It's always been this unspoken rule between them, not to talk about the touches exchanged between them while they're in their wolf forms. Himchan can't say how or why it happened, but he suspects Yongguk was the reason.

Daehyun looks uncharacteristically uncomfortable from all the attention, yet somehow determined.

"We should," he says, and Himchan hears the pick-up in his heartbeat. His eyes flicker around the table, making it clear he's not just speaking to Youngjae anymore. "What if I do something you don't like?"

His voice sounds unstable, and Himchan quickly realizes this is something Daehyun has been thinking about for quite some time. Something he's wanted to speak his mind about, but hasn't dared. Probably worried they'd all react exactly like this.

Jongup is glancing at Himchan, probably hoping for him to say something. Junhong is carefully looking in Yongguk's direction for the same reason, always dependent on his leader's opinion. Yongguk, in turn, looks mortified.

Himchan thinks that it they all just wait long enough, their alpha will probably say something eventually. But that's gonna take too long, and everyone already looks ready to curl in on themselves. Daehyun looks like he regrets ever opening his mouth.

"You're right," Himchan says. He immediately has everyone's attention, the whole pack staring at him in disbelief. "We haven't— It's not—" He sighs softly. "Look, consent is important, okay?" The two youngest nod wordlessly, for which Himchan is grateful. "We can't speak when we're transformed, and I know that's a relief, an escape, for some of you—"

He doesn't look in Yongguk's direction; doesn't need to. He can see the leader clenching his jaw in the corner of his eye, knowing he's the one Himchan's referring to. Hell, they all know.

"But Daehyunnie is right," Himchan continues, seriously. "We should be able to talk about things that happen, things we do, while we're in those forms. It's just as much us as right here, right now."

Daehyun blinks, and Himchan can smell the hope radiating from him. Himchan gives him a small smile in reassurance, and Daehyun gets something very soft in his eyes.

"We're a pack, a family. We should be able to trust each other with this, just like anything else. We won't judge each other." Himchan lifts his eyebrows in question, looking between all of them. "Right?"

"Right," Daehyun says quietly, and the two youngest once again nods in agreement.

Youngjae and Yongguk remain quiet.

"Great," Himchan says pointedly, deciding not to pressure them. He knows they're listening. Knows they agree, but are currently too shy to speak openly. "So let's have a family meeting. If there's anything anyone would like to share—something you dislike or want to encourage—feel free to do so. Now."

Another silence reigns, only this time they all glance at each other almost expectantly. They can all sense the emotions around the table; embarrassment, anxiety, but also excitement, and it's not just from Daehyun.

Still, he's the one bold enough to speak up first.

"I— I like… everything," he admits in a small voice, eyes cast down. "When you guys pet me, hug me, or coo at me. Just— I like everything."

Himchan isn't surprised by this, but it still feels surprisingly relieving to hear Daehyun say it out loud for the first time. Knowing that even the times when he's thought he'd taken things too far, Daehyun most likely liked it. They really should've talked about this a long time ago.

"Something you don't like?"

Daehyun looks thoughtful, then slowly lifts his gaze from the table to look Himchan in the eye.

"No? I mean— You guys don't do anything bad. If I do something bad—"

He suddenly looks really worried.

"I don't think you do anything bad," Jongup chimes in, as if wanting to reassure his hyung.

"Me neither," Himchan offers. "You're just as needy as when you're human, and I always pretend to be annoyed by it, but I'm not."

Daehyun's face lights up at that. Junhong looks amused by Himchan's confession, a lot more relaxed now than a moment ago. And when silence once again settles over the table, he's the one to break it.

"I like when you all treat me like I'm still a puppy," he admits, clearly shy about it. "I… I miss being pulled into someone's lap."

This doesn't surprise Himchan either. Seems like everyone misses the wolf cub the omega had been in the beginning of his transformation, even Junhong himself.

"You'd still fit in our laps," Jongup points out, smiling sweetly at his friend. "Yongguk-hyung was practically in Daehyun-hyung's lap that one night, and he's huge."

Yongguk, who's been sitting perfectly still ever since this conversation started, somehow still manages to freeze at the mention of his name—of that night. Daehyun's heart skips a long and obvious beat, and he actively avoids meeting anyone's gaze.

Himchan wants to roll his eyes at them both.

"Uppie is right," he tells Junhong. "We can still do that. If you want."

Junhong nods quickly, blushing with a wide smile lighting up his face. He glances over to where Youngjae's sitting, and Himchan thinks he knows why. Knows Youngjae was the one who used to coo over Junhong the most when he was a still puppy.

"Something you want us to not do?" Himchan asks.

Junhong looks hesitant for a moment, before carefully saying:

"Maybe… be careful with your teeth when you chase my tail?"

"Ah," Jongup says lowly. "I second this."

They both look so uncertain about speaking out, but Himchan is proud of them.

"Sorry," Daehyun mumbles, looking truly regretful.

"It's okay, hyung," Jongup assures him. "It's just— We all have really sharp teeth when we're wolves, you know?"

Daehyun scoffs weakly, nodding. They do.

"Let's all be more careful in the future," Himchan decides.

Everyone nods; even Yongguk tilts his chin down. Progress.

"I like belly rubs," Youngjae suddenly says, surprising everyone.

"I knew it," Daehyun says under his breath.

Youngjae's head quickly turns to him, prepared to be embarrassed by the smug look on his friend's face, but stops short when Daehyun only meets him with a gentle smile. He wasn't mocking him. Youngjae swallows, cheeks still a faint pink.

"Just… If you pat me on the head when I'm human it just feels degrading."

"I didn't mean for it to be degrading," Daehyun hurries to say. "It was meant to be endearing!"

"Well, it didn't feel endearing," Youngjae counters sharply, but everyone hears the affectionate stutter of his heart. He's still blushing. "Pat me somewhere else."

Daehyun's gaze flickers. The corners of his mouth twitches, like he's fighting back a smile.

"Where?"

"I don't know," Youngjae snaps, embarrassed. "Somewhere. Anywhere. God— Can we move on?"

They all chuckle, clearing the air. The tension only remains thick in Yongguk's corner of the table.

"What about you, hyung?" Junhong asks, looking at Himchan.

Himchan shrugs, fumbling with the coffee mug in his hands.

"I got no complaints. Keep doing what you do."

"So you don't want more scratching behind your ears?"

"Actually. Yes. Thanks for noticing, Dae."

The delta looks awfully pleased with himself.

Himchan looks over to the alpha, hoping to get him to join the conversation. Yongguk meets his gaze steadily, wordlessly. Some might've taken it as challenging, as if daring him to say something, but Himchan knows what it really means.

Not here. Not now.

Himchan nods, and directs his attention back to the younger members who pretend they didn't notice the exchange.

~

Later, when Youngjae and Junhong have claimed the TV to play Nintendo, and Jongup and Daehyun have ran out of the house on all fours to let off some steam, Himchan finds Yongguk on the front porch. He's sitting cross-legged with a canvas in front of him, brush in his hand. He'd picked up oil painting a while back, and it's become his stress reliever. Just like Jongup's is racing through the woods.

Himchan had tried it a few times, when Yongguk looked like he needed company. It's always a guessing game; what the alpha needs, because of course he never says it outright. That'd be too straightforward, too easy. Himchan takes great pride in being able to read the man better than anyone else, but even he gets it wrong sometimes. Yongguk is anything but simple.

The leader doesn't look up when Himchan steps outside. Doesn't need to.

"Checking up on me?" He asks, tone unreadable.

Still, he puts the brush down and moves the canvas to lean against the railing to dry.

"I think you need to understand a few things," Himchan explains, sitting down in the spot left vacant by the canvas. "About us. About you."

Yongguk's swallows. He doesn't look surprised. He shouldn't.

Silence reigns for a moment, as Yongguk looks down at his hands. Himchan tries to figure out where to start. He inches closer. Close enough for their knees to brush. The alpha lets him.

"We don't see you any differently as a wolf," he says eventually, voice careful. "You're always the same, Bbang. Do you hear me? To us, you're always the same. We don't expect different things from you depending on what form you're in."

Yongguk purses his lips, looking hesitant to answer at first.

"It's not about some stupid image, Channie," he eventually mumbles, sounding troubled. "I don't care what— I just…" He shakes his head, helplessly. "I'm not good at this stuff."

"Stuff?"

Yongguk exhales heavily, shoulders sagging.

"Affection."

It's barely a whisper, as if scared to say the word out loud for the first time.

And while Himchan has never doubted that their leader feels affection for them all, it still feels special to hear it from Yongguk's own mouth.

"I'm not like you, Channie. I can't just—"

"Why not?" Himchan presses. "What are you afraid of?"

Yongguk suddenly looks small, hunching in on himself. Nothing like the alpha Himchan first met years back. Yongguk can be intimidating when he needs to, and it took a long time before he let someone see this vulnerable side of him. Sometimes Himchan wonders if he's the only one who gets to.

Himchan sighs into the silence.

"Yongguk-ah," he says. Yongguk doesn't look up, but then Himchan didn't expect him to. "Not that you'd ever tell me, but my guess is you met a whole lot of bad people before me. Before Junhongie. You have your reasons for not trusting people right off the bat."

They don't talk about their past much, but for other reasons than the touch thing. This is not about embarrassment or intimacy. There's a reason they're all here, and not with their blood relatives. There's a reason Junhong is still haunted by nightmares. There's a reason Daehyun's jeans were torn to shreds when Yongguk first found him.

Some of them Himchan knows. He knows why Jongup ran away from home, because the younger told him one night. When no one but Himchan was there to hear the tremble in his voice. Himchan never asked, but maybe Jongup needed to tell someone. Maybe it helped.

Himchan used to believe they'd all feel better once they talked about it, but Youngjae didn't. It was like his own words tore an old wound back open. It was heartbreaking.

As much as Himchan wants to know what kind of shit Yongguk went through before they met, he won't press for answers.

"But I'm hoping, that after five years of being a pack—of being a family—you actually trusts us."

"I do," Yongguk says immediately, finally looking up. "Channie, of course I do."

"Then trust that we would never reject you," Himchan tells him, pleadingly. "That if you reach out to any of us, we won't turn you down." He pauses. "Daehyun might cry out of happiness though."

It's an attempt to lighten the mood, but he's still means it.

Yongguk snorts, surprisingly, and it makes Himchan grin. The alpha sighs heavily, his expression slowly turning serious again. His jaw sets, eyes on the ground as if he's thinking it over. Himchan lets him be this time, lets him take all the time he needs.

He looks out over forest in the meantime, managing to pick up the scents of Jongup and Daehyun as they chase each other between the trees. He can't see them, but he knows they're there. Not too far away. From inside the house, he can hear the faint sound of Youngjae and Junhong's heartbeats as well as their laughter.

They're all there. Within his reach.

"I'll try," Yongguk finally says, breaking the comfortable silence. Himchan slowly looks back to him. The alpha steadily meets his gaze. He smells of affection and hope. "I want to. I always wanted to. I just—" He interrupts himself to nod. "I'll try," he says again.

Himchan nods, too.

"We love you," he says then. "You know that, right?"

Yongguk's heartbeat doesn't exactly stutter, but it does something. He doesn't look away from Himchan, his eyes seeming to widen a little. He swallows visibly, Adam's apple bobbing.

Then he ducks his head down, leaning in to rest his forehead on Himchan's shoulder. He lets out a breath through his nose, shoulders sagging. Himchan opens his mouth to ask, but thinks better of it. He says nothing, just tilts his head to the side and rest his cheek on top of Yongguk's head. It's an embrace even without their arms reaching around each other. Hesitant and careful.

"Thank you," Yongguk says after a moment.

Himchan can feel the heat of Yongguk's breath through his shirt.

"Sure," he just says. Like it's simple.

Because it is.

They stay like that for a while, until their hearts are beating in sync and Himchan knows his shoulder is gonna feel cold once Yongguk pulls back. It's nice. Himchan knows Yongguk must sense his happiness, but that's okay, because he can sense Yongguk's in return.

"I think Jonguppie and Daehyunnie are watching us," Himchan mumbles eventually, able to sense their presence but can't see them.

Yongguk chuckles lightly, and slowly pulls back. Reluctantly, maybe. There's a faint embarrassment oozing off him, but that's okay. People need time to change. Himchan knows this.

"They shouldn't be surprised," the leader hums. "You're always the one who brings me back around."

Himchan smiles, pleased.

"The kids do say we're like an old married couple," he points out, muttering.

Yongguk scoffs.

"Well, they're kind of right," he says.

Himchan groans dramatically, heart fluttering.

It's not that he's in love with Yongguk—Himchan is pretty sure he isn't��but in a group perspective, they really are the parents of this family. And it makes him happy that Yongguk knows this, too.

"Never thought I'd get stuck in a loveless marriage," he jokes.

He stands up, figuring his job here is done.

"Not loveless."

Yongguk's voice is soft, as are his eyes when Himchan looks back at him in surprise. Yongguk smiles up at him, that small and private kind of smile only seen in moments like these. With just the two of them.

"Just different."

[moonlightchn]

𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖞

🐺 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘

pt.2

Hello this is (not) JYPE

Welcome to what my beibe delphine came up with as Moonlit Monday, otherwise known as admins abo tmi or "𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 and basic shit you should know before interacting I guess~"! Before we continue please like and subs- no before we continue I thought I would just mention you do not have to read if you don't want to lol these are mostly info for my rp's, these posta are not regular things but if you want to be tagged you can tell me and I'll make sure to @ u bc I'm lazy rn, remember these are long af considering I try to cover as many bases as I can, and also:

*Disclaimer: all the information this post contains will be based on things I’ve learned over the years and my personal modifications are NOT to be taken as the general rule. This is MY abo concept for this bot in particular. Yall are free to agree, disagree, take ideas, adapt to your own bot, etcetcetc. Bye.

In today's episode, I'll present y'all with some things you may not care about but I wanna go over with anyway because they seem to be compleeeetely ignored on my dm's and they're well IMPORTANT y'know as I run a WEREWOLF BOT ehem shall we begin

Werewolves abilities.

Packs and hierarchy.

🌙 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘...

To begin with, I'd like to go through some basics of wolves' abilities. As always, let's take a small trip back in time and remember what kind of characteristics and traits people believed were supposedly "common" on werewolves. It was said unibrows, excess body hair, and certain facial features were enough to identify a human who was a werewolf (let's also remember it was believed that most humans *didn't* know they were werewolves, as the "beast" only came out on full moons and it was it's own being within the person). It was also thought that the easiest way to identify which wolf was a werewolf was the abnormal size, the very human-like eyes they carried, and the absence of a tail (if you're familiar with witches you'll know this was common on witches who took on animal forms to hide from witch hunters. they lacked tails, just as believed in werewolves. this goes back to the connection with demonic magic and stuff for some reason. anywho most magical creatures associated with hell and demonic powers seem to share v v weird traits jsnwjwj).

Anyway, if so many of these traits seem to differ from culture to culture, something we can still see in most -and almost every magical creature- is the abilities they have. These usually are speed, strength, healing, and hearing.

Now, if you're kind enough to read over here, I'll proceed to elaborate on some of my wolves magical abilities

Sharpened senses: All the wolves, regardless of their position and hierarchy, have extremely sharpened senses. This means all, their sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch have developed over the centuries. Their sight is good enough to see with barely any light, very useful considering wolves used to live in the woods rather than the city. Their sense of smell allows them to sense preys miles away and everything in their surroundings. They can pick up changes in weather, in one's emotions, chemistry, and even pick up scent trails very easily if they know exactly what they're looking for. Alongside their hearing, these two traits make catching them off guard and surprising them really hard if they're in alert mode. Their hearing is fine enough to hear your heartbeat and recognize it easily, think about that. If so their taste and touch are also weirdly overdeveloped, the only real advantage is recognizing anything that might be poisonous for them and changes in temperatures. There are no other advantages known as of now.

Strength: like many other magical creatures, werewolves are known to be naturally stronger than your average human. Their strength may vary according to their physical condition, range (alpha, beta, omega), and the belonging to a pack or not. Alphas are naturally the strongest, their power being hardly matched during full and special moons if they happen to have packs. Betas and Omegas are hard to classify. Betas could be weak and Omegas can easily take on them 1:1. Betas are their strongest in groups.

Speed, agility, and stamina: not much to say, they just fast puppies, v smart and never get tired JSNSJSJS. Regardless they're just fast enough to hunt and escape. If you put a wolf next to a vampy they're DONE FOR. Wolves are naturally buff, their metabolism is fast and it's easy to gain muscle so their agility, even if better than the average human, isn't as good as other creatures.

Healing: Their healing is the most important of their abilities. Wolves have regenerative abilities that allow them to overcome any wound or sickness in days or even hours. It's very hard for a wolf to actually get sick unless they're around something that is naturally capable of weakening them. There are only some creatures with the ability to hurt them badly and potentially cause death if their wounds aren't treated. If their healing seems compromised in any way, other of their abilities will be affected too since the wolf will naturally give up power to that one action only. Healing is survival.

Power: Wolves, even if not capable of magic on their own, are still magical creatures. Their power may vary, alphas being capable of taking magic and giving more of their essence better than others. Wolf fur, blood, etc can be very useful for potions or ceremonies, spells, etc.

Bonds: bonds only happen when an alpha wolf claims someone as part of their pack. these bonds are useful to sense when someone is in danger, troubled, or even simply to locate them easily. bonds only happen after a special ceremony between both the alpha and the pack member and even though it could be done between a wolf and non wolf/humans, these are very dangerous and could be fatal.

Specific characteristics: these are some specific leans and modifications I've given my boys and packs when I plotted them. I never really got to elaborate on them because I don't have many fantastic or magic scenarios, but I think it's important to point them out and they'll probably be elaborated on their stories someday.

The longer a pack has been around, the stronger and resistant the wolves coming from them are, evolution helping them survive better on new worlds.

Chris has a magic lean. His pack has been around for centuries, probably the first one to ever step foot on those woods-. It's weird to have a magic lean, wolves are taught to not interact with anything outside their nature, but it can happen. Chris is resistant to most kinds of magic. Spells have barely any effect on him. This is an evolutionary trait of him only.

Chan has nature/earth lean. It's very curious, considering he's in no way interested in such things, but one of Chan's specific traits is to connect with the earth. Almost on a nymph-like level. Chan is capable of not only growing very weird plants, such as medicinal ones, but he can also connect with the nature around him. It's hard to explain, but it's almost as if nature "spoke" to him, making it easier to locate things he might need and avoid getting lost.

Channie has a celestial lean. This does not mean he has a lean towards angels or heaven or anything alike but instead, is related with celestial bodies. The sky, sun, moon, stars, planets. This might be the reason why he tends to sleep much during the day and be up at night, naturally being driven to connect with the night sky above. If so Channie's abilities related to this aren't very clear, it's easy to notice his mood swings and abilities affinity vary depending on the time of the month, the lunar cycle, and planets alignments. He's the most sensitive, which's believed to be related to this lean too. He hasn't explored it much, but he's noticed the stars always seem to point him the right way.

Weaknesses (notice, these won't necessarily KILL them, but they can harm/be lethal/weaken them): silver (in any form), heaven/hell forged weapons, alpha wounds (for lower ranks), magic; plants such as wolfbane, mistletoe, anything grown in heaven/hell; mountain ash; lunar eclipses; fire.

🌙 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕳𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖞...

Some of you might or not know that in real life, a pack's alpha is chosen after all the males in said pack -or those who want to overthrow the current leader- fight each other and one comes out victorious. This is done to show their dominance and capability. You can see it in dog packs, wolves, lions, etc.

Generally, alphas will be of the biggest, strongest, and smartest wolves on the pack, the other members are classified as the betas, the followers, and any of them has the capability of being the new leader if they prove themselves to the pack. Omegas are a different story, they aren't really a classification on their own, scientifically speaking. The definition of omegas varies from those who are weak and could never be dominant, to those who are loners and don't fit or simply chose to be alone, to those who are caregivers, usually being females who take care of cubs.

It's common for omegas in ABO and omegaverse to be considered the smallest wolves, who can't fight, mate only with alphas, and are just your average stereotypical sub; and for alphas to be the biggest, sometimes eldest members, usually portrayed as big, buff, strong dudes.

On my concept, the first thing I need you to remember is that the wolves present at a certain age (14-16) according to how they've grown up, been raised, and what they're truly capable of. This is how the hierarchy works and it does NOT in ANY WAY connect to their sexual preferences. There's also no way to go higher than what you are. Once you present as something, you can only go down. A beta can never be an alpha, but an alpha can turn into an omega.

𝕬𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖆

Alphas are made to lead. Being alpha doesn't only mean being the head of a pack, but they're responsible for everything that goes down. An alpha's duty is to make sure their packs have a safe territory, make sure to keep good links with other packs and hunters in the area, make sure to educate the members on the history of the species, help out with ruts and heats, keep everyone safe, train new wolves, teach survival skills, self-control, they make themselves responsible for any trouble the pack may cause, they make hard calls, etc. Being alpha is way more than being big, buff, and scary. It's about being capable of running a small community in the best and most beneficial way for everyone.

Alphas are made to lead, shape, protect, and serve. This is why most packs, once someone presents as an alpha, take them away for "training".

You can be a born alpha or present like one unexpectedly. Born alphas tend to be natural leaders, always taking charge of situations, protecting others, putting more weight on their shoulders than anyone else.

Alphas: Chan and Channie

𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖆

Betas, as usual, are the ones with the average traits. They're members of packs, they can be on teaching duty, guard duty, caregiver duty. The importance of betas is bringing unity and strength. The more united a pack is, all betas and their leader, the stronger the wolves are.

𝕺𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖆

The omega concept on my bot is a mix of loner and caregiver concepts. This means an omega can be or is both, a wolf without a pack and also a wolf with a lean to look after others. This is pretty much logical if you look at the conditions in which a wolf ends up being an omega. Another characteristic is that my omegas aren't weak or small. They are more at risk? Of course. Are they easy prey for hunters? Definitely. But on a 1:1 fight, an omega like Chris could easily take on a beta, for example. Omegas are forced to be alone and survive on their own when naturally they should be supported by a pack, therefore omegas can not be weak, but instead develop strength and agility as survival mechanisms.

Presented omegas: A presented omega is someone who lost their pack before they got to present. Lost can mean the pack was killed off, the pack kicked the wolf out, or simply that the wolf didn't fit in the pack they were born, therefore always being an outcast. This kind of omegas present as such because they never had the preparation or education to be betas and function in a pack, as they're usually pushed aside or alone.

Forced omegas: Any transformed wolf, kicked out of pack wolf or wolf forced out of their position AFTER presenting ages can turn into an omega temporarily. An alpha forced to be an omega by being overthrown can still create a new pack and regain its status. Betas can also regain their status if they find a new pack to belong to.

Chris is a presented omega.

𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘

The importance of packs is, as mentioned in the Betas section, to keep unity and make individual wolves stronger. But also, what are packs? A pack is a community and the center of a wolve's life. Packs are the groups of people wolves are surrounded by since birth, they're as united as a family and are essential for the correct development of a wolf. They're essential to learn shifting, control, abilities, to develop proper social skills, learn techniques to hold the inner wolf at bay. If you're familiar with basic psychology, you'll know how important direct family and the inner circle is for a person to grow up and be, you know, a functional member of society. Packs are this inner circle, all of them.

If you're not welcome by everyone, a crack happens. A crack in a pack is dangerous, this means unity, respect, and trust are being jeopardized and that will lead to weakness. It's very important that alphas understand this and always prioritize the pack; the wellbeing, and the safety of the community they have.

There are different kinds of packs. Some, like Chris's, are family packs in which each new alpha to present takes on the place of the current one, or is allowed to create a new, smaller circle within the pack. This makes for big packs, large communities that tend to live on their own, away from the cities. There's family packs with ramifications too, like Channie's, creating this way family trees. Each branch of the family is a pack on its own, but they all come back to the same origins. Both these packs go back generations, making them not only old but powerful and full of knowledge. Finally, we have packs of packs. This kind doesn't necessarily see itself connected to others by blood links, but by history. Packs or packs, like Chan's former and current pack, are originated by alphas who leave their former packs to create new ones. The main characteristic is that these packs create their own family, being composed by wolves coming from many different communities who don't necessarily have a prior connection.

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If you've made it this far... why T.T kljahsdkah mmmn i was supposed to post this last week but it got DELETED so I'm sorry if it now looks rushed or messy, I lost my train of thought a few times. anywho thankies for reading who knows maybe ill write another of these maybe I wont wow I'm tired of thinking ajsdhak bye